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“How’d you get here?” Sky asked.
“Wow! You sleep on my chest for hours, and once you’re better, you forget?” Phra Phai teased.
If I admit I remember, I’d look awkward, Sky thought.
Earlier, he was unwell, so he blamed his actions on the fever. After taking medicine, his fever dropped, and he napped for hours. Waking up to multiple stares, the young man quickly rose from his makeshift pillow, asking in a confused tone, his face calm but tinged with curiosity, suppressing the strange feelings stirring in his chest.
When the body’s weak, the heart sways too easily.
Phra Phai, meanwhile, whined with a pitiful expression, lips pursed annoyingly. “I came because I was worried you’d pull an all-nighter, followed Payu here, got you medicine, and even let you use me as a pillow. But it seems no one around here values it. Nothing I do is good enough. Do good, and they think I’m scheming. Show concern, and they call it fake. Guess I’m just no good, huh?”
At first, Sky felt guilty, but now he was annoyed.
“Seriously, Sky, he sat there letting you lean on him for ages,” a friend chimed in, others nodding enthusiastically. Sky began to wonder what Phra Phai, this so-called “demon monkey,” did while he was asleep to win over the faculty friends. Why were so many on his side?
“Okay, I’m sorry. I was out of it,” Sky said calmly, walking away to escape his friends’ gazes, with the older person following.
“Why’re you following me? I’m going to the bathroom,” Sky said, turning to face Phra Phai with a sterner expression, unsure if he was hiding some other feeling.
Am I really annoyed at Phra Phai?
Slap!
The older person raised a hand to check Sky’s forehead against his own, making Sky turn away.
“Not too bad, fever’s down,” Phra Phai said.
Sky felt faint.
Not only did those brown eyes scan his face intently, but a thick hand gently held his cheek, checking for fever. Well-shaped lips curved into a relieved smile. Sky couldn’t tell if it was genuine or just meant to soften him.
He tried to believe it was the latter, but his heart screamed that Phra Phai wasn’t pretending.
Phra Phai isn’t faking kindness like others I’ve met.
Sure about that? You’re supposed to be tough, yet a bit of kindness melts you.
“No need to worry about me. Do something else with your time,” Sky cut in, turning toward his destination, but…
“You don’t get to order me around, khrap,” Phra Phai said.
Thud!
Why do I feel something when he says I have no right? Sky’s legs froze, lips pressed tight. His mind agreed—he had no right to tell Phra Phai what to do—but his body felt numb, unable to turn and see Phra Phai’s expression.
Sky stood still, even as a broad chest pressed against his back, arms wrapping around his waist, a sharp face resting a chin on his shoulder.
“Who I care about, who I like—that’s my right,” Phra Phai said.
“I… I get it. Let me go,” Sky said, able to free himself from Phra Phai’s hands but not doing so, standing still, body trembling slightly from the warm embrace. The older person tightened the hold, pressing closer until their bodies nearly touched fully.
Push him away, damn it.
“But I could give that right to you, Sky, if you want it,” Phra Phai added.
Swish!
From standing rigid, Sky turned to look, meeting an affectionate smile. Phra Phai’s hand touched his neck, fingers gently stroking smooth skin. It gave Sky goosebumps—not quite thrilling, just ticklish, blood rushing from head to toe. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from those beautiful eyes.
“I could care only for you, like only you,” Phra Phai said in a pleasant voice.
Those eyes lingered on Sky’s lips, making the young man tremble.
The sharp face leaned closer, so close the prominent nose brushed lightly against his lips. Cheering songs seemed to come from another world.
“Sky…” His small heart trembled more. Phra Phai whispered, “Believe me, I’m serious about us.”
Swish!
Before their lips could meet, Sky turned away, trying to break free from the hold. His voice stayed calm, unlike his trembling lips. “This is a university.”
Sky knew his excuse was foolish. He should’ve demanded to be let go, treated it like a joke as before, but he brought up the place, as if saying they’d talk later. Phra Phai didn’t buy it, reluctantly releasing his waist. Sky’s legs quickly carried him to the bathroom, as he’d said.
Not because he needed to go, but to escape this man.
Too dangerous, more than I expected.
Before taking a third step, his arm was grabbed.
“Fine, but tonight I’m staying until the event’s over to make sure you don’t collapse. So, I don’t want to hear you shooing me away again, at least until I’m sure you’re safe,” Phra Phai said.
Sky could argue, say it wasn’t necessary with so many friends around, but the sick youth nodded slowly, staring at the hand on his arm until Phra Phai let go.
“But you have to promise not to drag me anywhere until the event’s done,” Sky countered.
If you want to stay so badly, fine, but don’t force me back to the dorm.
The speaker glared, while the listener shook his head slowly.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Phra Phai said.
Sky stayed silent, knowing there was more. Those beautiful eyes sparkled with affection.
“If this matters to you, I won’t stop you,” Phra Phai added.
Sky shook off the hand and hurried to the bathroom, not looking back, not wanting the sly man to see his flushed face or pounding heart.
It’s like he said what matters to me matters to him too.
Sky was starting to hate his overactive mind, especially when it made his heart work this hard.
Though Naphon’s condition fluctuated all night, it didn’t affect the event they’d planned for the freshmen. The final cheer of the year ended amid smiles and tears. The faculty’s atmosphere grew warm and joyful, filled with laughter and apologies for the seniors’ actions over the past weeks.
Alumni, from last year to a decade ago, showed up.
One night outsiders might call pointless held deep meaning for those who experienced it. Love and bonds grew stronger, feeling like a family—united by the Faculty of Architecture, their university, unchanged by time.
The freshmen’s smiles and tears made the seniors proud of the outcome.
If we helped them feel the faculty’s spirit and bond more, this exhaustion is nothing compared to the brutal assignments professors give daily.
Sky smiled widely at the moment.
“Phîi,” a group of female freshmen, whom Sky thought had left at 2 a.m., approached, eyes red from heavy crying.
“Hey! Didn’t you all go back already, khrap?” Sky asked.
“No, khrap,” they shook their heads, raising their hands in a wai.
“Thank you so much, Phîi,” they said.
“Khrap!?” Sky returned the wai, startled, heart swelling at their words.
“Thank you for everything you seniors did for us freshmen. Thank you for your dedication. We’re so glad we stayed until the end. If we’d left earlier, we wouldn’t have felt this,” they said, voices trembling with joy for staying until the last moment. Though exhausting, it was worth giving their all.
This warmth, this impression, only those in that moment could understand.
“No, we’re the ones who want to thank you for sticking it out,” Sky replied.
The freshmen group wai’ed again, returning to their friends with smiles that swept away months of preparation fatigue from Sky’s heart.
He saw the same smile he’d worn last year.
“Nong Sky,” Phra Phai called.
Sky turned, forgetting Phra Phai had stayed until the end. Thinking he’d left after Sky felt better and helped with the closing ceremony, Sky shared his beaming, joyful smile with the older person.
Phra Phai looked stunned but soon smiled back.
Why does seeing this guy make my heart swell even more?
“Some freshmen thanked me,” Sky said, unsure why he shared but wanting to tell someone, and Phra Phai was there.
“I saw. Happy?” Phra Phai asked.
“Over the moon, Phîi Phai. I didn’t think I’d be this happy,” Sky said, calling Phra Phai’s name fully, willingly, without coercion, filled with joy, wanting to share it with someone who’d stayed up all night. He didn’t dodge when the older person reached to ruffle his hair affectionately, ignoring how the hand slid to his cheek, rubbing fondly.
“Good. Seeing you happy makes me happy,” Phra Phai said.
“Uh-huh, so happy, unbelievably happy. I didn’t think the freshmen would get how hard we tried. Feels amazing,” Sky said.
Despite trying to act mature, Sky was still a teen, barely twenty, now like a kid sharing joy. Phra Phai listened intently, words sincere, not fake.
“I’m happy for you,” Phra Phai said.
“Uh-huh!” Sky grinned, dropping his cool facade.
In that moment, the older person, never serious about anyone, etched Sky’s smile into his heart, unable to resist pulling the little one into a tight hug, then letting go. Sky stood stunned, overwhelmed by the fleeting warmth unlike any other.
This is bad, Phra Phai thought.
“What’re you doing?” Sky asked, frowning again.
Phra Phai repeated, rubbing his face, This is really bad.
Wanting to keep this smile means my days as a carefree guy are over.
“You sleep so defenselessly, it’s bad for me,” Phra Phai said.
Phra Phai never imagined he’d watch someone all night, knowing there’d be no reward. Yet he followed Payu to the faculty, watched Sky all night, unnoticed by the one he guarded. When feverish, Sky leaned on him, but once better, he vanished. Phra Phai marveled at his own patience.
Sky’s, Payu’s, and Rain’s freshmen had activities, but Phra Phai just swatted mosquitoes. He bonded with Sky’s friends, but the one he wanted to see stayed absent. He nearly gave up to go home, but those thoughts vanished at one smile.
Damn it, Phai, you’re done for.
He’d meant to wear Sky down, but he was the one softened.
If Sky’s exhaustion lifted seeing freshmen smile, Phra Phai’s frustration vanished seeing Sky’s wide grin. The thought that watching all night for one smile was worth it shouldn’t have crossed his mind.
Dad would chew me out. Studying business, yet I’m thrilled with this loss.
After everyone went home, Phra Phai offered to take Sky back. Sky agreed easily, not out of trust, but exhaustion. Once in his room, Sky collapsed face-down on the bed, sleeping soundly for hours.
Four hours later, he still hadn’t woken, likely out for more.
Phra Phai could assume Sky trusted him, but he knew Sky had forgotten him entirely, wanting only to sleep. If Sky were wary, it’d be better—it’d mean Sky saw his intentions, not just as a pillow.
Don’t tell me I have to prove I’m serious before even starting to woo.
Serious meant serious—real pursuit, wanting Sky as a real romantic partner. He’d only realized this hours ago.
“Want to tackle you so bad,” Phra Phai muttered.
He hadn’t slept either but couldn’t now. Not from lack of sleepiness, but because staring at Sky was too captivating.
“This is bad,” he sighed, still poking Sky’s cheek. Pale from illness, but soft and tempting, he rubbed with the back of his hand, squeezed cheeks and nose, fingers lingering on kissable lips, tempted to lean down and kiss.
Just take him, he’s wide open.
Sky had rolled onto his back an hour ago, faculty shirt riding up above his stomach, tempting Phra Phai to pounce, mark the skin. But he stayed patient. Everyone has limits, and for a guy unused to waiting, his restraint was wavering.
Last time, Sky’s fever kept him still. Now, the fever was gone.
Whoosh!
Decision made, Phra Phai lifted Sky’s shirt higher, eyes gleaming, licking his lips. He stared at the smooth skin, shirt pushed above the chest, revealing what he’d craved months ago—pale, sensitive nipples.
He swallowed hard.
He wasn’t one to force anyone, but this was a small punishment for making him wait all night plus four hours.
Finding his excuse, he dove in.
So sexy.
Phra Phai had thought men’s nipples could be as sexy as women’s but never found someone so sensitive. Touching Sky before left an impression. Tasting was even better, especially Sky’s shaky moans when he squeezed and moved his hips.
“Mmm,” Sky murmured.
Gasp!
Flicking a nipple, the sleeping Sky protested but didn’t turn away. Phra Phai, startled, saw Sky still asleep, then focused back, teasing both sides. His body heated, eyes like a dog eyeing a big bone.
Fine, I’ll be the dog.
Snap!
Starting playful, the firm resistance made Phra Phai suck in breaths.
The temptation was too much. He leaned in, blew on the skin, and…
“Mmm,” Sky moaned.
Oh, damn!
The moment his tongue licked the pale bud, Sky’s breathy moan made Phra Phai curse inwardly. His body didn’t stop, lips covering, sucking, nibbling lightly, craving more than the rushed encounter before.
If I hold Sky again, I’ll savor slowly, make him moan until he breaks.
“Mmm… hng,” Sky whimpered.
Just a bit more.
Hearing the moan, Phra Phai, who’d planned to just taste, straddled Sky, moving lips to the other side, sucking like a bee on nectar. Hungry eyes, free hand roamed Sky’s waist, smooth skin fueling desire, reaching the pants’ edge.
“Mmm… Hey!!!” Sky suddenly yelled.
Phra Phai looked up, meeting Sky’s wide-awake, glaring eyes, cheeks flushed red.
“Are you… trying to force me?” Sky asked, voice trembling but steadying fast.
Phra Phai, desire burning, inhaled Sky’s scent, eyes predatory. His hands, caressing smooth skin, clenched into fists.
He could charm Sky into agreeing, but…
“Let me borrow your bathroom,” Phra Phai said.
Bang!
Sky’s panicked, fearful eyes hit like a sledgehammer. Phra Phai regained control, rushing to the bathroom, closing his eyes, furious at himself for going too far.
He’d controlled his urges better before, but a few licks and sucks undid him.
It’s not just wanting to hold Sky again—it’s wanting to hold him endlessly.
Phai, you’re really screwed.
Meanwhile, Naphon woke fully, yanking his shirt down, staring at the bathroom door where the tall figure vanished. He breathed deeply to calm his heated body, shocked not by waking to a man atop him, but by relief it was Phra Phai.
For a moment, I thought about letting it happen.
He shouldn’t feel this way, but he did.
“Damn it, Sky! Thinking like this about someone you can’t trust?” he muttered.
He was softening.
He didn’t know when it started—maybe when Phra Phai watched over his fever, or stayed all night without complaining. Sky felt his heart’s walls trembling, cracking when Phra Phai chose the bathroom over repeating their first time.
Phra Phai touched me but didn’t go further.
Sky knew it was crazy. Being touched, however slightly, was still wrong, yet he wasn’t angry. He thought a guy like Phra Phai, never short of partners, holding back for months was impressive.
“No, Sky, he’s playing with you. Doesn’t mean he’s not playing others,” he told himself.
But why was his voice so faint?
Twenty minutes later, the uninvited guest emerged from the bathroom, refreshed, serious face and fiery eyes back to the playful guy. Unashamedly shirtless, he made Sky, the room’s owner, turn back to his work, focus elsewhere.
“Thanks for letting me use the bathroom. I feel much better,” Phra Phai said.
“I didn’t say you could,” Sky replied.
“Come on, don’t be stingy. It’s just a bathroom,” Phra Phai teased.
“My bathroom’s fine, but I haven’t forgotten what I woke up to,” Sky shot back, glaring accusingly. Phra Phai laughed softly, sitting on the bed’s edge, close to Sky’s desk.
“Come on, don’t be stingy. I’ve been pent up for months,” Phra Phai said, same tone, different ending. Sky, working on a project due Monday, looked incredulous, turning to face the tall figure, who grinned wider.
“Want to know?” Phra Phai asked.
“…No,” Sky said, staring at the sly eyes, turning his chair back, refusing the trap.
“But I want to tell you. Fine, I’ll talk, take it as a joke,” Phra Phai said. “Since I held you months ago—wow, over three months—I can’t believe I held out. I haven’t been with anyone else. How am I this good and loyal?”
“Yeah, right,” Sky scoffed.
He wasn’t dim-witted but turned to talk again.
“I’m serious,” Phra Phai said.
Sky stared silently, making the tall figure’s smile fade.
“Okay, slept with someone once,” Phra Phai admitted.
“Sigh,” Sky exhaled.
“Fine, twice,” Phra Phai corrected.
Sky shook his head, turning back to his work, as Phra Phai raised his voice.
“I’m telling the truth—three times, okay? I’m not lying. Since we slept together, I’ve been with others three times, and it didn’t feel right. That was months ago. This past month, I haven’t been with anyone,” Phra Phai said, serious now, collapsing exhaustedly onto Sky’s bed.
“Why confess?” Sky asked.
“Yeah, I didn’t ask,” Sky added.
Phra Phai, lying down, glanced at Sky’s back and laughed.
“Fine, I’m shameless, so listen for laughs,” Phra Phai said. Sky didn’t turn, pretending to focus on work, though his mind followed that Phra Phai hadn’t been with anyone while hanging around him. Sky propped his chin, hiding a smile.
“Keep listening. I must be a psycho now,” Phra Phai said.
“Weren’t you already?” Sky retorted flatly.
Phra Phai grinned slyly. “This is new. I just found out I’m into nipples—pierced ones, specifically.”
Thud!
“Ow!” Phra Phai yelped.
Sky, face red, threw a drafting pencil, biting his lip, glaring at the man faking pain while grinning widely, showing all his teeth. The soft voice hit Sky’s heart hard.
“See? I can make you blush too,” Phra Phai teased.
“Crazy! I’m not blushing. I’m going to shower,” Sky said, stomping to the bathroom, ignoring warnings his fever might be back due to his flushed face.
It’s not a fever—it’s that nipple-obsessed psycho.
“Psycho!” Sky cursed, seeing his reflection—red cheeks, wavering black eyes, not from fear but from unwittingly letting someone in.
If I felt nothing, why can’t I hide my emotions?
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