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“Sky, khrap.”
“Hmm.”
“Sweet Sky.”
“Mmm.”
“My Sky.”
“Why do you keep calling me!?”
Phra Phai laughed heartily at the outburst from the youth in his arms, who glared but couldn’t faze him. Phra Phai only tightened his hold on the bare figure, nuzzling into the sweet skin at the neck’s crook, unable to resist pressing several kisses there, ignoring the feeble struggles weaker than an ant’s.
If Sky resisted for real, he’d have kicked me off the bed already.
Having had Sky once, stopping there wasn’t Phra Phai’s style. If once was possible, a second, third, or fourth time wasn’t hard. The youth in his arms didn’t resist, as if fulfilling his own words, giving what Phra Phai wanted to make him tire quickly.
Truth be told, even the faintest hint of boredom hadn’t crossed my mind.
Smack
“Ugh, hot!”
Phra Phai pressed his nose to Sky’s pale cheek with another loud smack, watching the skin flush slightly, ignoring the protests. This wasn’t resistance—more like Sky was too embarrassed, burying his face in the pillow to escape.
“Sky.”
“What now?” Sky insisted on lying with his back turned, but Phra Phai kept close, hugging him, peering over to see Sky’s muffled voice. Then he resumed his annoying antics, calling out…
“Sky, khrap.”
Sky knew better than to respond, pursing his lips silently. Phra Phai didn’t care, leaning over Sky’s ear, blowing hot breath until Sky’s arm hairs stood on end, and said in a low, teasing, husky voice, “I’m not used to calling Sky. Can I call you darling instead?”
Such an annoying fucker, begging for a kick. Sky thought.
“Phra Phai!”
“Yes, darling,” Phra Phai teased with a wide grin.
“I’m not your darling!” Sky shot up, sitting straight, face flushed red, covering one equally red ear, speaking with an irritated tone. But who’d believe he was truly angry? His adorable expression, trembling eyes, and even his red-tipped nose betrayed him. Despite his glare, there wasn’t a shred of menace.
“I slept with you because you helped with my work, not because I’m your darling or anything.”
“Alright, not my darling, got it,” Phra Phai said with a sly smile, dismissing Sky’s flimsy argument. If Sky truly felt nothing, he wouldn’t have given in since their second meeting, nor dragged things out this long. Confident in himself, Phra Phai was sure Sky felt something for him, even if just a little. It was only a matter of when Sky would let it slip.
Sky wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, and Phra Phai noticed it often—like now, when accepting “not my darling” with a fleeting look of disappointment, probably overthinking that Phra Phai was just teasing. He pinched Sky’s soft cheeks twice.
“Because calling you Mia is easier.”
Sky pursed his lips tightly, turning his face away, mouth twitching again.
“And I’m not your Mia either,” Sky muttered under his breath.
Phra Phai didn’t argue back, just laughed instead, and Sky, realizing his objections were ignored, changed the subject.
“Get off my bed. You stink of sweat.”
“It’s not just sweat. There’s another scent, like…” Phra Phai propped his head on his hands, eyeing Sky’s bare chest meaningfully, gaze sliding to the hips covered by a blanket, pleased with the red marks he’d left by Sky’s waist, feeling a stir below again.
But his fiery passion was doused with cold water. “Bathroom cleaner scent!”
Fizz
“Seriously?” The confident, good-looking guy sniffed himself, but the room’s lingering scent of desire made it hard to tell if Sky was right.
Before he could confirm, Sky, now wearing a T-shirt, continued deadpan. “Not just bathroom cleaner—dish soap, floor polish, and tons of sweat.” Sky scanned him, not with desire but a hint of disgust, adding, “And maybe… toilet.”
“I think I’ll shower,” Phra Phai said, leaping off the bed swiftly despite his confidence, unbothered by walking naked to the bathroom. He turned with a cheeky grin. “Shower together?”
Sky grabbed a cutter and held it up. Even Phra Phai bolted to the bathroom in a flash.
So embarrassed!
The thought made him laugh loudly as he turned on the water, washing off the grime quickly, clean in minutes. Feeling refreshed, he wrapped Sky’s towel around his waist and stepped out, only to find an empty room.
“Where’d he go?” Not just Sky—Phra Phai’s clothes, tossed aside earlier, were gone too.
He shrugged. Sky wouldn’t throw them out, and if he did, Phra Phai didn’t care. He’d borrow from Sky’s closet. He rummaged through, finding loose T-shirts and elastic-waist pants, lucky Sky’s wardrobe was stocked. Dressed, he went to find the missing youth.
That flushed face walking past another horny guy like me? Done for.
“Heh, maybe I’m the only horny one.”
Good. No one else seeing Sky’s cuteness was fine by him.
Phra Phai grabbed the car keys, which also held Sky’s spare room key, whistling as he left. Down the stairs, his smile widened—his target stood with his back turned, but…
He stopped short, silenced by Sky’s wide, charming smile as he stood by the coin-operated washing machine, holding Phra Phai’s sweat-soaked shirt. The one who called it smelly was now nuzzling it, hugging it tightly, handling it with such care it was adorable. Phra Phai wanted to pull him into a tight embrace.
Instead, he retreated upstairs with a broad smile, rubbing his face hard.
“How could I ever tire of you, Sky? You’re this cute…”
It only made him love Sky more.
He ignored the voice in his heart. Whatever he felt, he’d just show it.
***
“Phra Phai, there’s a pillow. Why not use it?”
“I want to lie here.”
Sky admitted he felt awkward after being with Phra Phai. Part of him wanted their thing to end before it went too far, but despite direct and indirect hints, Phra Phai wouldn’t leave. So Sky gave him what he wanted, thinking Phra Phai would back off once satisfied. Instead, he clung closer. After washing clothes downstairs, Sky returned to find Phra Phai hugging him instantly.
Earlier, they’d eaten a late dinner. Phra Phai didn’t hold hands or link arms, but walking so close their shoulders brushed felt like an arrow pointing out they weren’t just friends.
Back in the room, ready to crash after finishing homework early, the older man plopped his head on Sky’s lap. Pushing him off only brought him back, smiling up until Sky let it slide.
Close, but… so warm.
Sky wanted to stay like this as much as he wanted to flee.
“What does Sky like to eat?” Phra Phai’s question snapped Sky out of his drifting thoughts, meeting his gaze.
“If I don’t answer?”
“I’ll keep bugging you.” Phra Phai’s look confirmed he would, so Sky grabbed his phone, opened a comic site to avoid those intense eyes, and gave in.
“No favorite food, but I don’t like noodles. I’ll eat anything with rice.”
“Mountains or sea?”
“Sea.”
“Favorite color?”
“Emerald green.”
“Romance or action movies?”
“Action.”
The questions weren’t hard, so Sky answered casually, growing used to the man on his lap. His hand, unsure at first, rested on Phra Phai’s head, stroking absently. Somehow, the talk shifted to Sky’s family.
“You never go back to Lopburi? Your dad doesn’t mind?”
“Did Rain tell you I’m from Lopburi?” Sky was sure he hadn’t mentioned it. Phra Phai grinned, unfazed at being caught snooping, and shrugged. It wasn’t a secret—most friends knew Sky wasn’t a Bangkok native. Not like he wanted to tell this guy specifically.
“Dad doesn’t care. I’ve been studying in Bangkok since high school. He’s used to me not coming home.”
“Whoa! Who’d you stay with?” Phra Phai pressed.
“My aunt. But it’s more like living alone. She travels a lot and has multiple houses here. I registered at one she barely uses, close to school.”
“Wasn’t that tough?”
Sky shook his head, though old memories paled his face slightly.
“Tough? My parents send money monthly. Easier than most. At fifteen, I was thrilled—living alone felt like freedom. At home, I was always under Dad’s watch. Here, I was unleashed. High school me… had a lot going on.” Though only a few years ago, Sky felt he’d changed a lot. Now, he didn’t chase approval or attention, preferring quiet solitude.
High school changed me a lot.
“So, the piercing was from high school too?” Sky flinched as Phra Phai, not staying still, pinched his nipple lightly. Sky bit his lip, glaring, cheeks reddening.
“Why are you so obsessed with my nipple?”
“I’m hooked,” Phra Phai said bluntly, adding, “Put in a stud for me. I want to see if it’s pretty.”
“No, I don’t wear it anymore,” Sky brushed off coldly, not because he knew Phra Phai’s perverse intent, but because he’d decided to leave his past behind, including this.
“Why not?”
Sky didn’t know why he opened up.
“The one who got me to pierce my nipple was… my ex.”
A shitty ex he wanted to forget entirely.
Maybe his expression gave too much away, because Phra Phai reached for the phone Sky was pretending to use, setting it aside. One hand tilted Sky’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet—beautiful eyes on a handsome face, showing a flicker of irritation, unless Sky was imagining it.
“You still like him?”
“How could I? If I did, I wouldn’t have ditched everything tied to him.” Sky’s temper flared, lips pursed tightly, hand on Phra Phai’s head trembling. He shook his head hard, voice shakier. “If I could, I’d erase every memory of him. I must be cursed to meet only bad guys.” The last bit jabbed at Phra Phai, but whatever he said pleased him—irritation vanished from Phra Phai’s eyes, replaced by an annoying grin.
“Say that again. A great guy like me? You wouldn’t find one in three lifetimes.”
Annoyed, Sky shot back, “No need for three lifetimes. This one’s enough. I bet Payu’s way better than you.”
“He’s got a Mia, and he’s your close friend. Count him out, okay?” Phra Phai didn’t deny Payu’s better nature, admitting it shamelessly and ordering Sky, who didn’t want to admit he wouldn’t support Rain’s claim on Payu anyway.
“If I don’t count him out?” Sky teased back, irritated.
“Then I’ll cut them all out myself—your ex or anyone else.” Sky rarely talked about his ex, but seeing Phra Phai’s sulky face and stern voice eased old fears, leaving only amusement.
“What right do you have?” Sky countered.
Phra Phai’s eyes gleamed, and…
“Sorry, I’m not crazy,” Phra Phai retorted, poking Sky’s waist hard. Sky held back laughter, keeping a straight face, smirking victoriously as Phra Phai paused. But the handsome face grinned slyly, hands moving from Sky’s waist to… his chest.
“Ouch, no!”
Sky couldn’t stay calm when his nipple was squeezed hard—not because it was sensitive, but because earlier sucking left it numb and swollen. The rough touch stung, making him squirm away. But Phra Phai finally got up, not to sleep properly or go home, but to pin Sky’s back to the soft bed, hands groping clumsily as Sky struggled.
“Phra Phai, stop! I said it’s numb!”
The more Sky squirmed, the tighter Phra Phai held, groping all over. His strong hands wouldn’t budge despite Sky’s efforts, laughter echoing as his sharp face nuzzled Sky’s neck, nibbling and sucking. Sky panted with exhaustion, trying to glare, but Phra Phai’s shameless face met it until Sky was gasping.
“Haha, you’re done for!”
“Because of you!” Sky snapped.
“Alright, because of me… Sky.” Phra Phai replied.
“What now?”
Sky lost count of how many times he’d heard his name today, looking up with flushed cheeks to meet an affectionate smile. Phra Phai leaned their foreheads together, whispering softly, “Forget all your exes, Sky.”
Sky didn’t clarify he’d only had one ex, not many as Phra Phai thought, staying silent as Phra Phai continued whispering.
“Please, forget them all and have only me.”
Even you, I don’t want.
But the refusal stuck at his lips. Sky lowered his eyes, giving Phra Phai a chance to smile softly, pressing his lips gently to Sky’s. The hand roaming Sky’s body slipped under his shirt, resting on warm skin as close as possible. The annoying guy whispered against Sky’s cheek, “Please, khrap.”
Their eyes locked, and Sky said faintly, “No one’s as blind as you.”
Phra Phai laughed, resting his head on Sky’s shoulder, whispering at his neck, “With you, I’m fine being blind.” Sky’s trembling heart had no strength to resist as he was pushed back onto the bed again. He wrapped his arms around Phra Phai’s neck, willingly accepting the heated kiss, telling himself it was to make Phra Phai tire of him so it could end.
Deep down, he knew… he didn’t want this embrace to go away.
When Phra Phai held him, Sky felt safe.
Who’s supposed to get bored here?
***
“Hey, Phra Phai. Here for Sky?”
“I wouldn’t dare come for Rain. Payu might cut my car’s brake lines.”
After class, Sky, carrying a draft tube he needed to revise with Rain, widened his eyes. Descending from the building, he saw the older man in a dress shirt, tie, and slacks, chatting loudly with third-year seniors like they’d known each other for ages. It wasn’t Sky rushing over joyfully—it was his best friend, Rain, who ran up, smirking.
“Payu trusts you now, seeing you’re not here for me.”
“How much did you get bribed?” Sky narrowed his eyes at Rain’s enthusiastic support.
“Guys like me can’t be bought with money. I just want my friend to do well.”
“But you can be bought with Payu? What’d you trade?” Sky called out, turning to Phra Phai, who grinned widely.
“Old stories about Payu from a couple of years back in exchange for your class schedule.” Phra Phai volunteered.
“How could you sell me out, Phra Phai!” Rain frowned but didn’t protest much, wary of the menacing smile beside him. Phra Phai laughed loudly, striding over to drape an arm around Sky’s tall frame. Sky tried to shrug it off but couldn’t escape the clingy grip. Phra Phai declared boldly, “Between a friend’s Mia and my Mia, anyone knows what to choose.”
Thud!
“Damn, Rain, your brother-in-law’s hot!”
“Where’d Sky find him? I want one like that.”
“Don’t you have a Phûa already?”
“But mine never said anything about choosing between a friend’s Mia and his Mia.” The third-year seniors teased loudly making Sky jump, staring at Phra Phai’s bold claim and cocky eyebrow wiggle. Knowing reacting would only egg him on, Sky stood silently, pretending not to hear, though his heart pounded like a drum. Rain pointed between Sky and Phra Phai.
“A week apart, and you’ve got a Phûa?”
“Not like you, getting a Phûa without telling your friend,” Sky shot back. Rain shut up, laughing dryly, glancing at the guy beside him.
“He’s not my Phûa. You all stop teasing. Don’t you have work to do, khrap?”
“We’ve got work, but got to tease the little one first to perk up,” the seniors laughed. But their jab about having no work snapped them back. Work was plenty; time was short. They waved goodbye to the juniors, saluting Phra Phai suspiciously, as if he’d become family with the faculty. Then they split off.
Left with just the three of them, Sky turned to Phra Phai, who feigned hurt, clutching his chest. “If I’m not your Phûa, what am I to you?”
So annoying.
Rain looked curious, and Phra Phai’s twinkling eyes begged for a poke. Clinging to Sky’s shoulder, Sky elbowed his waist before he could brace, watching Phra Phai feign sadness, stumbling back, rubbing his stomach with a cool smile. “Your time-killing toy.”
Silence fell, heat burning Sky’s cheeks.
“Whoa!” Rain clapped, but Sky bit his lip, spinning around.
“I’m out.”
“Wait, Sky! My car’s here. Heh, saying it, blushing, and running? Come on, your toy’s here to take you home. Make good use of me!” Sky’s face burned hotter, his steps quickening—not to catch a motorbike taxi back to the dorm, but to stand by Phra Phai’s big car, used instead of his usual bike for workdays.
Sky covered, “I’m not blushing. Unlock it quick. I want to sleep.”
He didn’t say he wasn’t happy someone came to pick him up.
Sky thought once he gave in, Phra Phai would vanish into the clouds, returning only when he felt like it. But he was dead wrong. Twice a week was frequent before—now it was four or five days, showing up constantly. If he didn’t come for dinner after work, he’d crash at Sky’s dorm on weekends.
Sky thought Phra Phai would get bored after getting what he wanted. Instead, weekdays brought food deliveries to his room, or Phra Phai waiting outside the faculty, drawing teases from peers and seniors (some days he stayed late for club meetings). Phra Phai helped with work often, improving—cutting paper straight, knowing all Sky’s stationery, grabbing whatever Sky needed. Most importantly… he didn’t do anything else.
When asked, Phra Phai laughed, saying playfully, “got to let Sky sleep first. Looking sleepy like that, I’d lose confidence if you’re not up for it.”
But what left Sky speechless was the caring tone and the hand stroking his cheek. “Sleep some, khrap.”
Now Sky wanted to ask if Phra Phai ever rested—coming every day, wasn’t he exhausted? But he kept quiet, accepting meekly when Phra Phai showed up again Saturday afternoon, holding him tightly but still asking, “No urgent work, right?” His voice was hoarse but ready to let go if Sky said yes.
“None.”
In that moment, even if there was urgent work, Sky would push it aside. He returned the heated touch, realizing he was the one waiting, craving, wanting Phra Phai to hold him tightly all week.
The truth was, he didn’t want to push him away. He wanted to get closer, nearly going mad with it.
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