Unexpected

The air in Net’s apartment was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the lingering humidity of a rainy Bangkok evening. They had been at it for hours—rehearsing lines, marking the blocking for the upcoming intimacy workshops, and trying to find the "natural rhythm" their director kept demanding. JJ was exhausted, his mind a frayed wire of anxiety. He wanted this series to be perfect. He wanted to be the partner Net deserved, the one who didn't stumble or hesitate when the cameras rolled.

"Again, Auan," Net murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned into JJ’s personal space. They were sitting on the plush rug in the living room, the script discarded inches away. "From the moment I pull you in. Focus on the breath."

JJ nodded, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Okay, P’Net. I’m ready."

He expected the usual: a soft press of lips, a choreographed tilt of the head. But as Net’s hand snaked around the back of his neck, the grip wasn't light. It was firm, grounding him in place. When Net leaned in, the kiss wasn't a suggestion. It was an invasion. JJ’s eyes widened as Net’s lips crushed against his, the familiar pressure suddenly escalating into something primal. When Net’s tongue pushed forcefully against his teeth, demanding entry, JJ let out a muffled sound of surprise, his hands coming up to Net’s chest to create distance.

"Phi... P’Net, wait," JJ managed to gasp out when the seal broke for a fraction of a second.

Net didn't answer. His eyes were dark, devoid of their usual playful sparkle, replaced by a terrifying, focused intensity. He surged forward again, his hand moving from JJ’s neck to his jaw, tilting his head back at an agonizing angle. This time, there was no escaping. Net forced his tongue deep into JJ’s mouth, claiming the space with a hunger that felt nothing like a rehearsal. JJ struggled, his pulse racing with a sudden, sharp fear. This wasn't in the script. This wasn't what they practiced. But Net was stronger, his body a solid wall of muscle that pinned JJ down against the floor.

Slowly, the panic began to melt into a numb, overwhelming sensation. JJ’s strength failed him; he stopped pushing and let his hands fall limp before tentatively trying to follow Net’s lead. He tried to match the rhythm, but he was drowning. Saliva pooled and trailed down their chins, a messy testament to the lack of restraint. When Net finally pulled back, JJ’s chest was heaving, his lips swollen and stinging.

"Phi, that was... we never did it like that before," JJ whispered, his voice trembling. "Is the director changing the scene?"

Net still didn't speak. His silence was more deafening than any command. He leaned down, his face buried in the crook of JJ’s neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed trails of moisture along his collarbone. JJ shivered, a cold dread settling in his stomach. "P’Net? Stop, please. I think we should take a break."

The plea was ignored. Net’s hands, usually so careful and respectful, began to roam with a possessive fever. He hiked up JJ’s oversized t-shirt, his palms hot against JJ’s sensitive skin. JJ bucked, trying to roll away, but Net’s weight was absolute. He felt his shirt being pulled over his head and tossed aside, followed quickly by his trousers.

"No, Phi, wait! I’m not ready for this!" JJ cried out, his face burning with a mix of shame and terror.

He was laid bare on the rug, the cool air of the air conditioner biting at his skin. He tried to curl inward, to hide his nakedness from the man he had secretly loved for three years, but Net grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. Net’s gaze traveled over JJ’s body like a conqueror surveying new territory.

"You’re so beautiful, Ju," Net whispered, his voice thick with a longing that sounded like a growl. "I’ve spent every day on set imagining this. I’ve spent every night thinking about how your skin would feel without these clothes in the way."

"Phi, please..." JJ’s voice broke. "This isn't practice anymore. Stop."

"It’s more than practice," Net said, his lips grazing JJ’s hip bone. "I’ve waited long enough. I made sure we were paired together, Ju. I made sure no one else could touch you like this. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine."

JJ’s mind whirled. He made sure? The thoughts were cut short as Net moved lower. JJ’s breath hitched as he felt Net’s breath against his inner thigh. He tried to close his legs, but Net forced them apart, his head disappearing between JJ’s knees. The first touch of Net’s tongue against his member made JJ let out a strangled sob. He was a virgin; his body was a map that had never been explored, and Net was tearing through the borders without a compass.

The sensation was a violent collision of pleasure and violation. JJ’s hips bucked involuntarily as Net took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling with a practiced expertise that left JJ lightheaded. He felt the build-up, the inevitable climax approaching with terrifying speed.

"Phi! I’m... I’m going to—stop, please, don't!" JJ gasped, his hands clawing at the rug. He didn't want this to be his first time—messy, forced, and confusing. He warned Net, begging him to pull away, but Net only gripped his thighs tighter, his throat working as he took everything JJ had to give.

JJ fell back, his eyes glazed, tears tracking into his hair. He thought it was over. He thought the nightmare would end with the release. But then he felt himself being flipped over, his chest pressed into the carpet.

"P’Net, what are you doing?" JJ’s voice was a high-pitched whimper.

He felt the wet, hot sensation of Net’s tongue at his most private opening. JJ screamed into the floor, a sound of pure mortification. The act was so lewd, so beyond anything he had ever imagined, that he tried to crawl away, his fingers digging into the carpet fibers. Net simply pulled him back by his waist, his tongue relentless until JJ’s body began to slacken from the sheer sensory overload.

Then came the fingers. One, then two, stretching him with a clinical ruthlessness that ignored JJ’s cries for a break. "Slow down, please, it hurts, Phi, please..."

"Shh, Auan. Just take it," Net whispered in his ear, his voice a dark caress. "I’m going to make you so used to me that you’ll never want anyone else."

When Net finally entered him, JJ felt as though he were being torn apart. He let out a sharp, jagged scream, his back arching in a desperate attempt to escape the intrusion. Net’s size was overwhelming, a physical presence that filled JJ until he felt he might burst. Net stayed still for a moment, his forehead pressed against JJ’s shoulder blade, his breathing ragged.

"Relax, Ju. Just breathe for Phi," Net urged, though his hips were already beginning to move.

The rest of the night was a blur of friction and sweat. Net was relentless. Every time JJ thought he was done, every time he begged for sleep or a moment to breathe, Net would shift their positions, finding new ways to claim him. He was turned, lifted, and bent until his muscles screamed in protest. He was overstimulated, his nerves firing in a jagged rhythm of pleasure that felt like pain. Eventually, the world turned grey at the edges. The sound of Net’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin became a distant hum, until finally, JJ’s body gave up, and he spiraled into a dark, exhausted unconsciousness.

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The morning light was cruel. It filtered through the sheer curtains of Net’s bedroom, hitting JJ’s eyes and forcing him awake. His body felt like lead, a dull ache radiating from his hips and lower back. For a few seconds, he stared at the ceiling, wondering why he wasn't in his own bed.

Then, the memories hit him like a physical blow. The kissing. The clothes. Net’s voice. The way he had been used.

Panic surged through him. He tried to bolt upright, but his legs were tangled in the sheets and his body protested the sudden movement with a sharp flash of pain. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, desperate to find his clothes and flee, but a strong, tan arm shot out and wrapped around his waist, yanking him backward.

JJ hit the mattress with a thud, and suddenly Net was over him, pinning his wrists to the pillows just as he had the night before. But now, in the daylight, Net didn't look like a monster. He looked calm, his hair ruffled, his eyes watching JJ with a terrifyingly soft possessiveness.

"Where are you going, Auan?" Net asked, his voice husky with sleep.

"I... I have to go, Phi. This was... we shouldn't have..." JJ struggled, his heart racing. "Let me go."

"I’m never letting you go," Net said, his grip tightening just enough to be a warning. "Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this? Three years, Ju. Three years of watching you from across the room, making sure the managers put us in the same projects, making sure the scripts had enough tension to keep you close to me."

JJ froze, his eyes widening. "What do you mean, you made sure?"

Net leaned down, his nose brushing against JJ’s. "I fell for you the moment I saw your audition tape. You were so raw, so easy to break. I knew I had to have you. I used my influence, my family’s connections to the production house... I made sure we were a fixed pair. I steered your career so it would always lead back to me."

JJ felt a wave of nausea. His entire career, the success he thought he had earned through hard work, was just a path Net had paved to keep him in a cage. "You... you manipulated everything? Even my life?"

"I protected you," Net countered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "And last night... last night was the final step. You’re mine now, Ju. Body and soul. I’ve claimed you. There’s no going back to being just 'partners'."

JJ looked up at him, stunned. He saw the obsession in Net’s eyes, the dark devotion that had fueled three years of calculated moves. But beneath the shock, a small, treacherous part of JJ’s heart ached. He had loved Net for just as long. He had spent those same three years wishing Net would look at him with something more than professional courtesy. He never imagined that "something more" would be this—a possessive, overwhelming hunger.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" JJ whispered, his voice cracking. "Why did you have to... do it like this?"

Net’s expression softened, just a fraction. He let go of JJ’s wrists and cupped his face instead. "Because I was afraid you’d say no. I was afraid you’d see me as just a 'Phi' and nothing more. I couldn't risk you walking away to someone else."

JJ closed his eyes, a tear escaping and sliding into his ear. "You’re an idiot, P’Net."

Net stiffened. "What?"

"I’ve been in love with you since the first workshop," JJ confessed, the words pouring out like a broken dam. "I thought you only saw me as a business partner. I thought I was just a way for you to make money and stay famous. I stayed silent because I didn't want to lose you. I would have given myself to you if you had just asked. You didn't have to... you didn't have to force it."

The silence that followed was heavy. Net stared at him, his composure finally cracking. The realization that he could have had JJ’s heart without the manipulation seemed to hit him, but the possessiveness remained. He leaned down, kissing JJ softly this time, a lingering, apologetic but firm press of lips.

"Then it’s settled," Net murmured against his mouth. "No more scripts. No more pretending for the fans. You’re my boyfriend, Ju. Truly mine."

JJ looked at the man who had both broken his boundaries and fulfilled his deepest, secret desires. The power dynamic was skewed, the foundation built on a bed of secrets and control, but as he looked into Net’s eyes, he knew he couldn't leave. He was already too far gone.

"Okay," JJ whispered, reaching up to wrap his arms around Net’s neck, pulling him back down. "But we keep this to ourselves. For now."

Net smiled, a slow, triumphant curve of his lips. He tucked JJ against his chest, holding him so tightly it was almost hard to breathe. "For now," Net agreed. "But soon, the whole world will know who you belong to."

JJ stayed silent, burying his face in Net’s shoulder. He was safe, he was loved, and he was trapped. And for the first time in three years, he didn't have to wonder where he stood. He was exactly where Net had always intended him to be.