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Perspective - Ae (Inthach)
Right now, I can't think of anything. My mind feels foggy, like I want to blame it on the heat. All I can smell is the faint scent of perfume mixed with the scent of the Ai'Pete's sweat. Strangely, Pete's sweat doesn't stink at all. Instead, it makes me... lose even more control.
"What should I do? Right now, I really want to embrace you, Pete."
I say that without even realizing it, and I don't even check how Pete reacts because I'm already pressing my lips to his pale neck. My fingers are on his chest, and I feel a shiver run through me, my heart pounding hard. When I squeeze, the thing under my fingertips starts to harden.
"Ae... Ae, please... D-don't…"
If Pete's voice were more firm, it might snap me back to reality. Because of that soft trembling tone though, my desire only intensifies. So, I lift my head to look at him. His cheeks, ears, and neck are flushed red. What really draws me in, though, are his eyes—uncertain and full of fear.
Kiss.
I place a soft kiss on one of his eyelids before moving to his cheek, feeling that familiar softness I've been hooked on since the first time I touched him.
Softer and more fragrant than Nong Yim's cheeks even.
"I've scared you, haven't I?" I murmur in a low, husky voice, trying to stop my hands from going further.
It feels like I'm possessed by Ai'Pond for a moment. above all my desires, I'm afraid… afraid that I've scared Pete.
I might be able to follow through with what I want to do right now, but if it makes him hate me, I should stop here.
You have become a fucking shit-lizard, Ae! We've been together less than a month, and you're already this depraved? I think as I look at Pete, who has his eyes tightly shut.
His refined, handsome appearance disappears in an instant, leaving only a man who seems completely helpless. For the first time, I want to torment him more than protect him. Still, I pull my hand away from his shirt.
"I'm sorry. I won't do anything else."
Grab.
"N-no. That's not it…"
"Hm?" I make a sound in my throat because just as I'm pulling my hand away from his shirt, he grabs it tightly, lowering his head even further.
His voice comes out softer than before. "I'm not afraid of you, Ae…" Pete's voice trembles so much I can feel it. His hand shakes too, but he doesn't look up at me. Then, in a tone that makes me find him even more endearing, he continues, "I just… I don't know what to do… N-no, I do know… b-but I've never… I'm afraid you won't like it… After all, you're… a guy. If you get disgusted by me… if we actually do it and you don't like it… then I…"
Grab.
Before he can finish explaining, I pull him into a hug. It's not a gentle one like a drama hero would give. I raise my knee and lock his neck against my chest. Even though I'm nervous as hell, just hearing Pete speak softly brings a wide smile to my lips.
I'm not happy that he's giving in to me. What makes me happy is that he's just as nervous as I am.
"You think I'd be disgusted by you just because you're a guy!?!"
I shake my head, even though I'm holding him tightly. I can feel his uncertain hands clutching the back of my t-shirt, which makes me speak in a firmer tone.
"You think I'd be disgusted by you, but do you know what? I'm even more disgusting…" I pause for a moment, feeling embarrassed, but I think it's better to be upfront than let him assume things.
Me? Disgusted by him? Not at all. In fact, it's the opposite.
"…I've gotten off thinking about you." I admit.
Thud.
Pete goes rigid. A part of me is worried about his reaction, but I still keep my arms locked around his neck, waiting to see what he'll say. Who knows, he might even be disgusted by me now for thinking something like this.
I'm not as good a person as you think.
"Ae... you've... by... me?" Pete's shaky voice breaks the silence, and it makes me, the one who admitted the truth, speak even more forcefully, though my face feels strangely hot.
"Yeah!"
Grab.
That one simple word makes Pete hold onto me even tighter, pressing his face against my chest. His hair falls over his eyes, hiding his face from me. Just as I start to pull away to see what's going through his mind, he speaks again.
"M-me too…"
Thud.
I freeze when Pete looks up and meets my eyes. His expression is full of embarrassment, but he still tries to tell me…
"I-I've gotten off… because of you too."
Damn it, I can't take it anymore. I want to hold him more than anything else right now.
I'll never let anyone see Pete's face like this, no way. He looks embarrassed beyond belief, his eyes trembling, and his orange-tinted lips trying to smile. His cheeks are flushed deep red. Our bodies are pressed together. Most of all, those sweet words of his are driving me insane.
I might be a total freak for getting this worked up just because you said you got off thinking about me. I can't stop my mind from racing... imagining Pete lying on his bed, his hands down his pants, eyes squeezed shut, and calling my name…
"Ae…"
Grab.
"I... can't take it."
The moment Pete says my name, I lean in close, pressing my face into his shoulder as I whisper softly. I really can't take it anymore. The patience I thought I had more than anyone else shatters in that second.
I want to hold him. I want to hear him call my name. I must be losing my mind for real, right?
"Can I do it?" I ask him, even while holding him tightly, and that makes Khun-chai nod shyly.
As I pull away a little, my eyes drift down to the lower parts of both of us, which definitely aren't in a normal state. Then, I move my hand to the hem of Pete's shirt, slowly pulling it up to reveal his pale skin, as if it has never been touched by sunlight.
Pete's skin isn't just pale—his body is delicate, something I feel every time I hug him. The shirt keeps rising, passing his stomach, until it reaches his chest. I move slowly, partly because my hands are trembling, and partly because I want to take my time seeing every part of him.
Is it abnormal for me to want to study his body? Do all couples think like this?
"Ae... I'm embarrassed, really embarrassed," Pete says, his voice shaking.
Pete's still sitting with his back to the bed, his legs slightly parted, allowing me to sit between them. His sharp eyes follow my hand, looking as if he's mortified.
That's when I lean in closer, pressing my face against his shoulder, inhaling deeply before moving down to his chest, eager to touch what I first felt the other time.
Slurp.
"Ugh!" I gently lick his nipple, feeling him jerk in response, his hand rising to cover his mouth.
That tells me I'm on the right track, so I lick up and down just like I've seen in Pond's AVs. The more Pete trembles, the harder I start to suck.
Then my target shifts lower, my hand reaching down, intending to touch something more.
Thud, thud, thud!
"Ae! Ae, sweetieee!"
I freeze. Just before I can go any further, the sound of running and the familiar voice I love the most rings out in front of the room, making me pull away immediately. I yank Pete's shirt down and turn quickly to face the door, just as the doorknob begins to turn.
"Nong Yim, don't come in yet!"
Creeaakkk.
What two-year-old listens?!? The door opens right at that moment, and I rush to grab a pillow from the bed to toss it at Pete.
I have no idea if my sister-in-law will come in after her, and if anyone sees my partner's face right now, they'll know exactly what was happening.
"Ae! I miss you!" The door swings wide open, revealing my adorable, sweet-faced two-year-old niece.
Her cheerful voice echoes through the room as she runs in, her little feet pattering, while I quickly open my arms to catch her and pick her up. I glance at the door nervously.
When no one else follows her in, I breathe a sigh of relief—until my niece asks with curiosity. "Ae, who's that?" she points at Pete, who is now curled up, hugging my pillow tightly. All I can do is scratch my head and glance down at my own lower body.
Looks like I'll have to hold Nong Yim until I can calm down. Otherwise, with her height, she'll definitely notice something's off with Uncle Ae.
Sigh, I love Nong Yim, but why did she have to come back right now?
For the first time, I really wish my niece would come home half an hour later.
Perspective - Pete (Pitchaya)
I feel so embarrassed. If I could, I'd crawl under Ae's pillow and disappear. Since I can't do that, I just bury my face in it, shutting my eyes tight, trying my hardest to calm down. Still though Ae's touch lingers all over me.
Right now, my whole body feels hot—my cheek where Ae's lips brushed, my lips where we kissed, my neck where his warm breath touched, my back where his fingers grazed, my chest that still feels heated, and my lower body that has never reacted this intensely before.
What should I do? I already told him I touch myself because of him.
I might not have the kind of personality that's obsessed with these things, but I'm still a guy. Any day I get close to him, when I close my eyes, I see Ae's face, I remember his touch, and my body responds, forcing me to release that tension on my own.
I wasn't going to tell him, but... I confessed anyway.
Now, I'm both thrilled and utterly embarrassed... because he does the same thing.
What should I do? I can't even lift my face to look at Ae's niece right now.
I hug the pillow tighter as I think about it.
"That's Uncle Pete, my friend. Remember Uncle Pete?"
"Which Uncle Pete?" I hear the sweet voice of the little girl, and even though I want to see her cuteness, I still can't bring myself to look up. Meanwhile, Ae is introducing me to his niece.
"My friend, Uncle Pete. I told you, if Nong Yim won't let me kiss her, I'll go kiss my friend instead."
"Nooo, Uncle Ae! Smooch, smooch!"
I want to disappear under the pillow, but after hearing those smooching sounds, I can't help but want to know what kind of face Ae is making, so I peek up—and I see it...
This is the moment I've always wanted to see.
The little girl is in the arms of her strong uncle, her tiny hands wrapped around Ae's neck, and her cute little face is pressed against Ae's cheek. Afraid that Uncle Ae might kiss someone else, she leans over to kiss the other side as well, making it equal. Ae smiles wide, full of love for his niece.
It's the image of the football player that I think no one else at the university would ever get to see.
Uncle Ae, who adores his niece.
"Then let Uncle kiss you back."
"No, don't let him!" The little girl lifts her hands to cover her own cheeks, shaking her head, making the man holding her laugh. I feel a little bit upset. How can Ae act like nothing happened when my whole body is still buzzing? It's not fair at all.
"Then Uncle Ae will go kiss someone else, okay?" Then my annoyance vanishes the moment I see Ae laughing out loud, teasing the little girl with her hair tied into two pigtails, her cute face pouting as she pushes his face away.
"Go ahead. I don't love Uncle Ae anymore!"
"Do you really not love Uncle Ae?"
Shake, shake, shake.
The little one shakes her head vigorously, then turns toward me, and our eyes meet.
"Uncle Ae, is that Uncle Pete?" Nong Yim asks, tugging hard on her uncle's sleeve.
"Yeah, that's Uncle Pete. What should Nong Yim do?" Ae asks affectionately, prompting the little girl to wriggle, wanting to be put down.
Once Ae sets her on the floor, she walks up to me, leaving me nervously trying to smile, unsure how strange my face must look right now.
I just hope no adults walk in at this moment, or I won't know how to handle it.
The little girl, who just turned two years old today, looks as cute as a doll—chubby cheeks, bright-colored lips, big round eyes—dressed in a pink top and white shorts. Then, Nong Yim clasps her hands together in a wai.
"Thujja."
"Uh..."
"She's saying hello, you know. Her mom taught her ‘thujja' all the time, so she just says it to everyone," Ae explains with a grin as he kneels beside his niece, watching her beam at me. I quickly respond.
"Hello, Uncle Pete here."
"Uncle Pete!"
What should I do? I think I've completely fallen for Ae's niece.
I can only think this to myself as I look at the little girl who calls my name so adorably, fearlessly coming closer and reaching out her tiny hand. I hold her small hand and smile.
"Nong Yim is so cute... even cuter than in the pictures. I have talked to you before, do you remember?" I'm not surprised when the little one tilts her head in confusion, but I'm even more puzzled when she reaches out and touches my forehead.
At first, I almost flinch and pull away, but the innocent touch of her small hand strangely calms me down. I want to give her a hug, but I'm afraid I might scare her.
"Uncle Ae," Nong Yim suddenly turns to her real uncle and says.
"I'm hot."
"You're hot, so why did you come up here, huh? Uncle will go down soon. It's better to go to the living room downstairs. If you stay here in this heat, Nong Yim might get sick," Ae says, worried about his niece.
It seems like Nong Yim doesn't care though. Her cute face turns back toward me, and she announces loudly, "Uncle Pete is hot, too hot." Her two-year-old words, though not entirely clear, are perfectly understood by me.
Ah, am I so hot that even a two-year-old can tell?
That thought makes me instinctively raise my hand to feel my own forehead. Honestly though, with how hot I feel all over, I can't even tell if it's hot or not.
"Uh, I am hot, you know... The weather is hot," I say with an awkward smile, fanning myself.
Grab.
Suddenly, Nong Yim takes both of my hands and tries to pull me up.
"Come, come with Nong Yim, pleeease," she says while tugging harder, trying to get me to stand.
I quickly place the pillow back on the bed, worried she'll exert herself too much.
"Nong Yim." Ae calls out to his niece and places his hand on her little head, making her look up at him.
"Yes?" She answers.
"Nong Yim, go down first, okay? Uncle Ae and Uncle Pete will come down soon. Go turn on the fan, the one that spins around," Ae says, moving his hands in a circular motion, probably referring to the fan's swinging function. This makes the little girl smile widely and nod enthusiastically.
"Spin, spin, spin, Mommy said spin!" With that, she spins around toward the door, already open, and dashes out of the room. Ae scratches his head before turning to me.
For a split second, I'm confused. Then my eyes widen as Ae crouches lower.
"What am I supposed to do now, huh?"
Ah, I see it. What's not calm inside his pants. Now, my face burns up, and we both quickly turn away from each other.
"Five minutes, and we'll go down. Can you... calm it down?" His blunt question makes my face even hotter, but what can I do except quickly nod my head?
"Y-Yeah."
In the end, it takes nearly ten minutes of us sitting quietly, facing in opposite directions, before we finally head down to the living room.
Perspective - Ae (Inthach)
"Ae, Ae, Ae! Where did you find such a model-looking friend?"
I don't know whether to laugh or shake my head when P'Nut rushes over excitedly, grabbing my arm and asking with a wide-eyed look of curiosity, ever since I brought Ai'Pete down to the living room.
I'm pretty sure P'Nut has been wanting to ask since she walked into the room, but she was probably trying to be polite to Ai'Pete. Once I went out to grab the plate of fruit Mom asked me to bring over for her friend, P'Nut followed me out.
"I'm going to tell P'Oh," I respond with a laugh, picking up the plate of rose apples and spinning around to head back into the room.
"Oh, come on, I wasn't flirting or anything. I just think Ae's friend here is cute. No, actually, he's handsome, well-mannered, and doesn't make a fuss like the others. His skin looks smooth. What kind of cream do men use these days?"
My sister-in-law starts daydreaming. I've heard stories that, in her younger days, she fangirled over Johnny's idols so much that my brother was left holding his head in his hands.
"You don't need to use any of that," I say teasingly, earning a dramatic eye roll from P'Nut.
"Maybe not you, but other people do. Even real men take care of their skin these days. Your friend definitely uses something good. His skin is smoother than a woman's. Why don't you ask him?" My sister-in-law teases, knowing full well how much I hate complicated routines. I just shrug.
"A single can of Snake Brand powder is enough."
"Are you crazy? That's powder, not cream!"
"It's the same thing, Phii."
Sigh.
"Oh my gosh, dealing with the two of you is giving me a headache! You're both exactly the same!" P'Nut shakes her head in exasperation, making me smile faintly before asking,
"Are you going to say you don't love someone like us?"
There it is, another eye roll, followed by a soft reply.
"Of course I love you. If I didn't, there wouldn't be a Nong Yim... People say that the perfect man and the real-life man are different, but I love the real-life man I've got." I can't help but smile as P'Nut grabs the plate of fruit and walks ahead into the living room. Meanwhile, my mind drifts to thoughts of my brother and his wife's love story.
P'Nut may not be stunningly beautiful, but she has charm. Plenty of men courted her, yet she chose my brother.
Oh may not be sweet-tongued or the romantic type, but he's the real-life man she's been searching for all along.
At least, that's what I remember P'Nut saying.
"Here we are! Sweet rose apples!" P'Nut announces her arrival before she enters the room. I follow behind, only to find Ai'Pete sitting stiffly on the couch, while P'Oh is sitting across from him, gripping his hands in his lap, looking more serious than usual. If there's one big difference between me and my brother, it's our height. At the very least, P'Oh stands over 170 cm tall. Aside from that, we look so similar that anyone could tell we're brothers. His current stern expression mirrors mine.
"Are you messing with Pete?"
"Wow, little brother, jumping to conclusions right away?"
"Ai'Pete, is my brother messing with you?" I ask my Khun-chai directly. He shakes his head but still seems nervous around my brother.
"Messing? I just asked if Nong Yim is cute, that's all." My brother lifts his daughter immediately, proudly showing her off like a doting father. When he turns back to my partner, P'Oh's face grows stern again, as if daring him to say anything but that she's cute.
Smack.
"That's not asking a question. That's intimidation, Oh."
"No way! I swear I wasn't. I just asked if our daughter is cute!"
"Look at your face. Who wouldn't be scared? Smile a little."
"This is me smiling," my brother says, flashing a grin that looks more like baring his teeth. With his intense eyes and sharp features, most people assume my brother is intimidating. Honestly... he's only intimidating in appearance.
Clunk.
Suddenly, everyone in the room turns toward the little girl beaming and waving her hands in the air, leaving the adults puzzled. Only her mother bursts out laughing.
"Mom wasn't calling Nong Yim, honey. Mom wanted Dad to smile."
"But I'm Nong Yim! I'm Nong Yim!" The little girl argues as much as her two-year-old skills allow, making her dad laugh out loud before he scoops her up and showers her cheeks with playful kisses. She tries to cover her cheeks with her hands as best she can.
"Jealous, huh? Come here, cutie. Let Daddy give you even more kisses."
"Aaahhh! Nooo! Mom! Help! Help Nong Yim!"
"No one's coming to save you! Take this!" The doting father continues smothering his daughter with kisses, while the little girl's uncle mutters just one word.
"Idiotic."
Glare.
"Wow, calling me an idiot, huh? You're not an idiot at all, Ai'Ae. From now on, don't even think about kissing my daughter."
"Oh, what did we say about that? Maybe you need a little memory refresher," P'Nut interrupts sweetly, causing my brother to freeze.
I smirk as I watch my brother—who normally looks so tough—immediately wilt.
"No swearing in front of the child."
"Good. What should you do?"
Smack.
My brother lightly taps his own mouth, and I…
"You too, Ae."
"What? What did I do?" I protest softly, but the second I laugh, P'Nut glares at me with intense eyes before breaking into another overly sweet smile.
"It's related. You let a swear slip just now, didn't you?"
Sigh.
Smack.
I tap my mouth as well, not because I'm following orders, but because I don't want to start anything. It seems my niece enjoys this because she starts clapping excitedly and even taps her dad's mouth several times in imitation.
"Sorry about this, Nong Pete. This is just how our family is," my sister-in-law says, turning to Ai'Pete
I glance over at him and see... he's trying to suppress his laughter. The moment I turn his way, he struggles to compose himself, though muffled chuckles still escape his throat.
"Where's the fun in that?"
"Ae," I roll my eyes at P'Nut's voice.
I get it. She doesn't want her daughter to hear any bad words. It's tough, okay? If I don't let one slip, it wouldn't be me.
Smack.
"Shit... Oops, sorry..." The moment I slap my hand over my mouth, Ai'Pete bursts out laughing in his throat, making me whip my head around to look at him. He's trying to stifle a smile, his face turning red. When he realizes I'm watching, he quickly tries to defend himself.
"I'm not laughing, I swear."
"Come on, it's obvious you're laughing. If you want to laugh, just let it out."
"Ae, why are you scolding your friend?" My sister-in-law jumps in to defend him, even though I'm not doing anything. I just want to hear him laugh.
"Ha ha! Ae gets caught!"
"Oh!"
"Let's play instead, okay, kiddo?"
My brother is really clueless when he's with his wife, I think as I glance at Ai'Pete, only to find him… suppressing laughter again.
Grab.
"Ouch!"
"Just smile if you want to! No one's charging a smile fee. Go ahead and laugh!" I grab his cheeks immediately and push his lips up, wanting to hear him laugh out loud. I think it must sound pretty cute, but this guy is still too shy to laugh.
"Ae, I'm so embarrassed..."
"I'm just teasing you," I say, but I pull my hands away, only to see that what I thought was a light touch leaves a faint red mark on his fair cheek.
"I'm sorry. Does it hurt a lot?" Seeing that, I gently stroke his cheek with my fingertips, afraid it might bruise more.
Pete quickly shakes his head. I can't tell if it's just me, but it seems Ai'Pete's cheeks turn even warmer, so I follow his gaze.
Oh, right. I totally forgot that there were other people watching.
"What are you looking at?" Both siblings stare at me with puzzled expressions before my brother shakes his head and mutters, "Has Ae really become gentle all of a sudden?"
"I'm not!" I immediately protest.
I'm not acting gentle at all. This time, P'Nut doesn't scold me for the bad word I slipped.
Instead she nods vigorously and says, "Seriously, you were really gentle just now. I never thought Ae had this side to him."
I roll my eyes again and stand up immediately, grabbing Ai'Pete's hand.
"Let's get out of here. I'm suffocating just sitting here. I can't say anything." I cut the conversation short, holding the plate of fruit in one hand while dragging Ai'Pete downstairs to eat in peace, away from everyone's gaze.
I might have forgotten that downstairs is a restaurant. Once Ai'Pete goes down, Mom starts bragging about him being my friend.
Yeah, my mom can brag about her kid, but the important thing is, I don't know if my brother and sister-in-law see it. Even if they do… who cares? I don't want to hide my relationship with Ai'Pete from anyone.
Perspective - Pete (Pitchaya)
"Thank you so much for today."
"I should be thanking you. Not only did you bring gifts, but you also helped out at the shop and played with Nong Yim."
It's already quite late when Ai'Ae walks me to my car. Actually, Ai'Ae's family invites me to celebrate Nong Yim's birthday at a restaurant nearby, but I think it's more of an intrusion for an outsider to join. After giving Nong Yim her gift, I decide to leave.
I'm honestly happy that Nong Yim hugs the present I picked for her tightly before trying to climb onto the tricycle.
What did I give her? The kitchen set that Ae had once held in front of my face before kissing me at the mall that day.
So when I see Nong Yim unwrap it and start playing, I feel a bit shy for some reason. It's probably better to leave before I show any signs of that now that I'm sitting in the car while Ae rests his hand on the roof and door.
"I'll help you move into the dorm this Thursday."
"Okay, then… see you on Thursday." I reply with a sigh.
It's still four days away, but I know I have no excuse not to meet Ae.
Grab.
"Are you mad at me for not telling my family about us?"
"!!!"
I can only freeze when Ai'Ae interprets my expression differently. He grips the door tightly, looking at me seriously.
"Me? Mad? No… I'm not mad, Ai'Ae. Not at all." I quickly shake my head vigorously.
I know that this kind of thing isn't easy for anyone to accept. Just the fact that he's willing to date me is already unbelievable, but now… he sounds like he wants to tell his family.
Grab.
"If that's the case, then fine. If you want me to tell them…" Ai'Ae holds my head and ruffles my hair gently, then smiles at me.
"…I will tell them. Just drive safely, okay?"
As Ai'Ae says this, he closes the door, but I still look at him, unable to believe he just said that.
Grab.
I clutch my chest tightly, feeling my heart race. I know he's being sincere. I don't care what others think of Ai'Ae. It's his true self that makes me love him more… more… and more each day. Is there anyone else like Ae who would openly tell their family they have a partner if it makes me feel at ease?
Ai'Ae, don't make me love you more than this!
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