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Perspective - Third Person
The morning light has been streaming through the bedroom window for quite a while now. The person lying face-down on the soft bed shows no signs of waking up. His handsome face is pressed into the soft pillow, and his jet-black hair is messy and unkempt. The soft blanket covers him up to the middle of his back, exposing faint red marks scattered across his shoulders.
Creak.
The person who has been awake for some time opens the bedroom door, and upon seeing that the owner of the room is still asleep, begins to worry.
"It's almost eleven." He says to himself.
It's a late morning for Inthach, though perhaps it's normal for someone who's been through several rounds in the 'battlefield', and to make it worse, losing badly every time. Especially the last round, when he's already said he can't take it anymore, but the one leading...
They were blinded by lust.
So, this isn't deep sleep. It's more like... not wanting to wake up.
Huff.
The soft mattress next to the deeply sleeping person dips slightly as Ae reaches out to gently shake his shoulder.
"Ai'Pete... it's already past eleven," the football player murmurs apologetically, feeling quite guilty for leaving his partner in this state. If anyone's to be blamed, it's definitely him.
At first, things started slow, but later... Well, they don't.
"Ai'Pete, Pete." Ae shakes him a bit harder. He feels a small sense of relief that Ai'Pete's body isn't as hot as he feared. Even though he wants him to keep sleeping, after thinking it through, he realizes it's been nearly twelve hours since Pete last ate.
How is he still okay like this?
"Hey you, wake up already. It's eleven," Ae shakes Pete's shoulder to wake him up. If it were Ai'Pond lying there instead, Ae wouldn't hesitate to kick him off the bed to his death. Since it's Ai'Pete though, Ae gently tries to wake him up.
"Ugh..." In the end, Ae's efforts pay off as Pete lets out a soft groan.
His eyelids flutter a bit before he slowly opens his eyes.
"Ae... is it you?" Pete mumbles in a husky, sexy voice, blinking as if still confused about what's going on and why Ae is sitting there staring at him.
This makes Ae chuckle and place a hand on Pete's head. With an amused smile, he tells Pete, "Yeah, it's me."
"Ae... How did you get into my room?"
Thud.
Before Pete, who still thinks he's dreaming, can finish speaking, he freezes. His blinking eyes stop moving, and his body stiffens. He looks at the person stroking his hair gently. Then, memories of last night start to flash through his mind... one scene after another... round by round... until the final round…
Pete, who had been lying on his side facing Ae, suddenly buries his face in his pillow as if he doesn't care about suffocating. He squeezes his eyes shut and can only scream at himself in his mind.
Last night, Ae and I! Ae and I... we... we did it... we... did... it...
As if to confirm what happened, the soreness in Pete's body hits him, along with the slickness of lube still between his legs. His face starts to burn the more he remembers his actions.
What did I even say to Ae? Oh, god...
"You're going to suffocate if you keep doing that," Ae says worriedly after seeing Pete stay in the same position for too long.
Ae ruffles Pete's hair lightly, and even though Ae usually acts tough, he starts feeling something, too, though he's not sure what. Pete, embarrassed again, slowly turns his head to meet Ae's gaze, his face flushing even more.
Their eyes meet and hold for a moment before Pete quickly looks away.
"Ae... Uh... You're acting like it's normal," Pete stammers, feeling too shy to make eye contact.
Ae still has the same calm look as he watches Pete's flustered face. Pete feels embarrassed, as if he's the only one getting nervous, so he scratches his head awkwardly. Ae, on the other hand, pushes Pete's handsome face back into the pillow.
"I'm just as embarrassed as you are," Ae admits as he stands up, changing the subject.
"Now that you're awake, get up and take a shower. I already bought breakfast. I'll heat it up for you in a bit." The football player, who had acted like a bit of a monkey last night, goes back to his usual self, making Pete glance at him and smile faintly.
I really like Ae like this. Grough, but also kind.
"But, hey, can you even get up? Are you still sore?"
Please don't ask something so blunt. I'm already dying of embarrassment here.
Even though Pete thinks that, he still replies in a soft voice, feeling like he could disappear.
"S-sore... You didn't hold back, Ae."
The last part is so quiet it's barely audible, but it makes Ae, standing next to the bed, blush harder. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly because he knows Pete's not wrong... He really hadn't held back.
"Then... I'll help you shower." Ae offers, trying to make up for it.
Ae moves as if to help Pete get up, but Pete quickly shakes his head and pushes himself up. Despite his body aching, Pete would rather drag himself to the bathroom than have Ae bathe him. If he lets Ae help him now, there'd be no way they could face each other afterward.
At least it was the night before, but now it's almost noon.
Ae watches him curiously, puzzled by Pete's frantic behavior. Despite wincing every time he moves, Pete acts like he doesn't want Ae to touch him. Ae finally figures it out when Pete grabs his pants, even though the bathroom is right there.
"Are you embarrassed?"
Pete stays completely silent, putting his pants on as quickly as possible. This makes Ae blurt out, confused. After all, Pete shouldn't be embarrassed. It's not like Ae minds seeing him naked—he's already seen everything.
"Why are you embarrassed? I've already seen everything—and licked it, too."
Thud! Bang!
Inthach is stunned as a pillow hits him square in the face, thrown with perfect accuracy. The next thing he hears is the bathroom door slamming shut. He looks down at the pillow on the floor, disbelief written on his face that Pete would actually throw something at him.
If a friend had thrown a pillow at him, he'd probably throw it back. When it's Ai'Pete, the short guy, Ae, can only grin. Maybe this is how that handsome guy handles embarrassment?
That's what Ae thinks as he tosses the pillow back onto the bed. He tidies up the rumpled sheets, gathers Pete's clothes, and tosses them into the laundry basket before heading out to prepare the breakfast—though it's almost lunch—for his adorable, albeit embarrassed, partner.
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"Why didn't you send it to Ai'Pond? You met him today!"
Right now, Pitchaya sits quietly eating rice while glancing at the person pouring water for him, who is on the phone with Piing. It seems to be a matter that is annoying the other party, and the voice that comes out is sharp.
"Well, Ai'Pond said you would do it. If you refuse, he asked me to tell you that the reward for his help is that you have to do his entire section of the report this term."
"Fucking friend!!!"
"You don't need to insult me. Go insult Ai'Pond over there. Today he's super chill. He told everyone that you messaged him you would skip class. If anyone asks anything, just tell them you're skipping class, alright? Seriously, what the hell have you been doing? Ai'Pond looks like a father who just dropped his daughter off at the dorm…"
The listener wants to strangle that little punk. He knows that last night, Pond helped him, but what the hell is this about him boasting that he's skipping class? No need to guess—it's clear he called to tell those idiots about me.
I can't seem to be grateful to him, can I? What the hell is this about sending the work for me to do all alone?
"Ai'Pond is crazy, you know that." Ae tells Piing.
"Whatever, it's up to you if you don't want to tell me, because I don't really want to know that much. I'm not as nosy as Ai'Pond… Anyway, I'll send the work to your Facebook inbox, check it out."
"Fine!" The person on this side can only respond with one word because from a group report of four people, it seems that he will definitely have to do two parts alone, thanks to that annoying friend who has already called in a favor.
"I'll make sure he pays the price when I see him!" Ae mutters quietly before sighing because, in reality, he really is in Pond's debt.
When he turns to look at the person sitting across from him eating, their eyes meet, and it's his Khun-chai who looks away first, the corners of his lips rising slightly.
Trading all end-of-term reports for Ai'Pete is definitely worth it.
~~~
"Ai'Pete, can I borrow your computer?" So instead of asking about avoiding eye contact, Ae decides to bring up another topic, prompting Pete to nod vigorously.
"Go ahead and open it," Pete says, still avoiding Ae's gaze.
The listener simply walks over to the luxurious MacBook sitting on the sofa. When he lifts the lid, he finds that Ai'Pete didn't shut down the computer last night. The reason is that he kissed him until it became... that thing.
He asks, "Can I log into my Facebook?"
Thud.
"Feel free to use it, Ae."
The person still focused on eating doesn't notice that the one sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with his beloved device on his lap, is staring at the screen. His finger, which was about to slide to log out of the Facebook account that was left open, freezes.
...I'm in love with moments like this…
The latest status of the owner of the device the viewer is looking at loads the Facebook page again, checking when it was updated and finds that... Last night... right when he turned to greet him, causing him to close the lid for sure. His gaze then lands on the name... Khun Pond, the hottest in the universe... who liked the post, not to mention his many friends, along with over ten comments that require him to click and read. Khun Pond, the hottest in the universe... I know, okay? If you're in love with moments or people, just say it. Pond knows, Pond sees, Pond chooses everything, 5555 Manophop! Gasp Oh no, Nong Pete should confess to his brother in front of him! Oh no, going public like this makes him shy!!!!
Don't just imagine what fits your name; stop daydreaming! Nong Pete is the one confessing love, not you!!
Manophop! Of course, he knows this! Don't get carried away with your fantasies, or you'll get punched in the mouth!
...Brother Pete, who do you like? Tell me right now!
....Hey, hey, who are you with, Pete? Do you have a girlfriend now?
Various comments from Ai'Pond, along with the debate between his romantic partner and girl friends he knows and doesn't know, both from university and high school, leave Ae's sharp eyes only able to stare at the short message that can clearly describe his feelings. Instead of working, he just stares like that.
Thud.
"Hmm, are you done eating?"
"Yeah," Ae tilts the screen slightly when Pete comes to sit next to him. He turns to look and sees the person plopping down with a shy expression, making him realize that he must be sore.
In truth, Ae's not without pain either. He's an athlete, sure, but he's never moved his hips like that before. Now, he's feeling sore right around his waist as well.
"Are you watching TV?"
"No, that's not good. Ae is working too."
"I can manage."
"You won't understand anything, right? I just want to sleep." Pete shakes his head vigorously, confirming that he really just wants to sleep. He genuinely wants to return to his room, but he also wants to stay close.
"Wouldn't it be better if you slept in the room? It's more comfortable." The person lacking subtlety says this, making the listener turn to meet his gaze, mumbling softly.
"I want to sleep here."
Stubborn!
Ae almost lets that word slip out. He feels almost like he is watching a small child smile while being difficult, but the sharp eyes gazing at him make him soften. He can only look down and actually log into Facebook for real this time.
Thud.
Before he logs into his Facebook account, the sensation of something brushing against his leg makes him turn to look again. He sees... a guy taller than him curled up so his legs wouldn't dangle off the couch, lying sideways toward the television. His head rests against Ae's side, and the fair cheeks peeking out from beneath the black hair are slightly flushed, making Ae unable to resist...
Tap.
He places his hand on that softness and squeezes gently, while the owner of the cheeks just tightly shuts his eyes, not making a sound as if he's shy about lying with his head against Ae's leg. This prompts Ae to say something.
"Come lie on my lap properly."
"Huh!" The one pretending not to notice (if his cheeks wouldn't betray him this much) looks up in surprise, prompting Ae to set his MacBook aside and pat his own thigh lightly.
"Stay still, okay?" He says this and turns back to log into his Facebook account without any further instructions. He figures he's mentioned it, and the rest is up to the will of the one lying down. Meanwhile, the handsome Khun-chai glances nervously between Ae's firm thigh and the screen showing his inbox, hesitating a bit before tightly closing his eyes and...
Thud.
His round head rests on a lap that might not be as soft as his mother's, but it surprisingly brings warmth to him. His cheeks now feel hot and flushed. He clasps his hands together tightly, as this is the first time—aside from his mother's lap—he's laid down on someone else's lap.
"Move up a bit more. You'll get neck pain if you don't." The speaker doesn't turn to look, focusing only on the work his friend sent him. He feels the listener slowly inching up until his head rests snugly against Ae's stomach, causing his heart to race. Instead of wanting to fall asleep, he feels an excitement that's hard to explain.
"I-I'll tell you if I'm sore, okay?" The considerate one continues to speak softly, making the stoic one glance over.
His rough hand then rests on the other's head, giving it a rough tousle.
"Sure, just go to sleep," Pete thinks the other person is probably annoyed, especially since the hand that was ruffling his hair has turned into gentle strokes, like soothing a child.
He feels an indescribable comfort though, and his heart calms down as exhaustion sets in. Although he thinks he won't be able to sleep like this, Pete can only think of one sentence before he drifts off.
"...I love moments like this and want to stay like this forever..."
As the one soothing him glances over, his lips almost curl into a faint smile.
"You really look like the male version of Nong Yim."
But cuter.
That is something the doting uncle keeps to himself as he chuckles quietly and turns back to the screen, where he stares at that line again. Then his fingertip slides to hit the like button without leaving any comment, simply liking and agreeing.
"I fall in love with moments like this, Ai'Pete."
A peaceful time with just the two of us.
"If the word love is too harsh for you… please tell me so I can help wipe your tears~"
~~~
In the late afternoon, the Pheuak Monkey of the university football team, Khaen, hums a cheerful tune. Naturally, classes ended early today, and it's the parade to kick off the freshman sports competition, often called the Freshie Games. Someone as alert as him can't help but feel excited.
After being drafted to help paint the canvas all week, he doesn't have to do that anymore starting today, and he gets to play football too!
"This year, the sports science team has to win!" Khaen shouts enthusiastically, raising his hands to the sky, recalling what the upperclassmen said about how last year's football championship was taken by the engineering students.
Therefore, this year he has to regain the honor of being an athlete.
"But I really don't want to compete against Ai'Ae." The Pheuak Monkey makes a face, muttering to himself.
After a moment, he shrugs and goes back to singing his quirky song until he's walking from the Faculty of Science to the sports field, which is the gathering point. That's when his two legs stop, and the cheerful mood vanishes instantly.
Why do I have to run into this dog-mouth here?
For Khaen, he now knows two Khun-chai, but in two versions: one is the angelic version, Pete, and the other… the demonic version with a depraved heart, Ai'Tinn. It's obvious that the person leaning against the car, posing like a music video hero blocking his way, is… the second version.
Should I walk around? Just seeing that face makes me angry. My good mood disappears completely. The university is so wide; why do you have to park your car here!
But then the person making the decision pauses slightly when the other's phone rings, causing the one leaning against the car, hands in pockets, to stand still as if thinking before picking it up. Being a bit far away, Khaen's legs move a little closer, accompanied by the biased thought… Does someone like him have friends calling?
"What's up?"
Just picking up the phone, your voice is already annoying, you bloody fucking cur.
"So, what do you want, Mom?"
Wow, you talk to your mother like that? If she were my mother, she would slap me. See, I told you someone like you has no friends!
Khaen feels a sense of self-satisfaction, nearly lifting his arms and lifting his chin as he listens intently to the conversation, hoping to hear something he can use against Tinn later, like calling him a spoiled brat or a mama's boy.
However, what the Pheuak Monkey hears only fuels his irritation.
"I'm not available tonight. I have a report to do and no time to attend that stupid party you want me to go to," the other party says something Khaen can't decipher, only knowing that this guy is mocking even his own mother.
"I don't need to go. Mom, you just want to show off your favorite son. If that's the case, go ahead and flaunt him. For me, it's a waste of my time!" With that, Tinn hangs up immediately, and his sharp, handsome face appears even more menacing.
Incredibly shocking, his sharp eyes glare at the phone as if he wants to crush it in his hands. The nasty words Tinn spoke to his mother are too much for the listener to bear.
"Hey, you're going too far! How can you talk to your mother like that?" Khaen steps forward angrily and stands in front of Tinn, speaking harshly and glaring at his adversary with eyes full of anger on behalf of the person on the other end of the line.
Tinn merely turns to look at him, then looks past him as if he's invisible.
"What the hell is your problem? How low do you think I am? Is it because I'm studying Thai that makes me worthless? You Khun-chai act like I'm some piece of shit stuck to your shoe. I really don't understand how someone decent like Ai Pete can tolerate you. Let me tell you, even if you have money to throw around or slap me with it, I still see you as just a bloody fucking cur!"
The angry person steps forward, standing in front of him, speaking in a heavy voice, glaring at the enemy with eyes full of rage, as if sharing the anger on behalf of the person on the other end of the line. This causes Tinn to merely glance at him before looking past him as though he were invisible.
Annoying, no matter who I see, they are all the same.
"Hey, don’t act like I’m not worth talking to!" The more he sees that attitude, the angrier Khaen gets. Damn it, since he was born, he’s never hated anyone’s face as much as this shit-lizzard’s.
What a shame. He’s good-looking, but his personality is totally unbearable. I just don’t understand how Pete can even hang out with him. If it were me, I’d have kicked him out since the first time we met.
The person who had already punched him thinks angrily to himself, which only brings a mocking smile from the other side.
"I know, okay?"
"Ai’Tinn!!!" The person called Tinn just spins around to get in the car, as if talking to the other person is some annoying task. But deep inside, Tinn is more frustrated than before, feeling an inexplicable irritation upon seeing this football player.
Tinn was already upset about the stupid party tonight, but seeing this guy, who’s trying to defend his friend so ridiculously, saying it’s fine to insult him, but don’t talk bad about his friend, because he doesn’t want to hurt him, just makes him feel even more irritable. He feels disgusted by this guy’s overly trusting attitude and naive worldview.
He hates people with the same traits he once had and has no intention of going back to being that way—never!
Grab.
"Don’t you dare run away!" Khaen growls.
Khaen’s face reddens with anger, as he grabs the other’s arm and yanks Tinn back to face him. His almond-shaped eyes flash with determination, never having anyone act like this toward him before.
"What the hell is your problem? How much do you plan to look down on me? Yeah, so what? Am I such a worthless Thai major in your eyes that you’re acting like I’m some dog poop stuck to your shoe? I don’t understand how someone like Pete, a good person, can tolerate hanging out with someone like you. Let me tell you, even if you have money to burn or slap me with cash, you’ll always just be a damn dog in my eyes!" The words come out as the person listening stares back at him with a cold gaze, before looking down at the hand gripping his arm.
"Is that all you want to say?"
"Ai!!!" This time, the speaker is left speechless, his mouth agape after trying to say a lot of things, before he shuts it, attempting to regain his composure.
Brother Type’s words echo in his head. Calm down, Khaen. Just calm down. You just need to stop bothering with him and turn back to the soccer field. That’s it. That’s all.
The person, trying to stay calm, lets go with a flick of his wrist, though his mouth still blurts out in frustration.
"Yeah, I don't want to talk to a kid deprived of affection like you either!!!"
Grab.
"What did you just say!!!"
However, the one who was told to let go is the one who grabs the football player, turning him back around with a voice low and frightening. Khaen looks on, surprised, but the way Tinn seems to be reacting to the insults just makes him speak louder.
"I insulted you, hey you—you affection-deprived kid... Mmmph!!!"
"Ugh!!!"
Before he can even finish his sentence, Khaen freezes in shock, eyes wide open as the person in front of him leans in quickly and presses their lips hard against his. The kiss is rough enough to hurt, and the hands gripping his shoulders feel like they’re going to break his bones, yet it doesn’t snap Khaen out of his stupor. The only thing he can do is open his eyes as wide as possible.
W-w-w-wait...what...what is he doing?! What is he doing!!!
Then, Tinn pulls away, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth as if something dirty is on it, a mocking smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
"You should learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes."
Thud!
"Ouch!"
Then, the person who is Khun-chai pushes with force, causing the other party to fall onto the ground.
However, the one who pushed doesn’t care, as Tinn immediately spins around and steps into his car. The car door slams shut loudly, and the beautiful Porsche speeds off quickly, almost as if to show the anger of the person who was touched in an inappropriate way.
Leaving the one who was kissed sitting there like a fool.
W-w-wait, what...what just happened...what happened?
"W-w-w-w...AAARGH, NOOO!!!"
After more than five full minutes, the scream of the person who just received their first kiss rings out because not only was he kissed, but it was by someone he hated more than a worm or a centipede.
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