MB Chapter 3: He Does Not Want Me

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The area around Práo Plêrng's condominium is full of many shops that opened to cater to the residents and students from the university not far away. One of these is a coffee shop with a cozy atmosphere that Plêrng chooses to be the location for this conversation.

He truly wants to drag him up to his room and tear his bloody fucking pants off. But if he does that, the prey will wake up. No, no.

These are the thoughts of the person who observes the large man sitting across from him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Plêrng confirms his original statement that Phîi Sǐndhu remains a man whose appearance does not attract him. This includes his downturned eyes, his thick-framed glasses, his thick eyebrows furrowed together seriously just from choosing a drink menu. The only interesting parts are from the neck down. This includes the long-looking neck that goes well with the student shirt whose top button is undone, not to mention the broad chest he pressed against once before, and he learned that beneath that shirt there is more than meets the eye, and it gets even better further down.

The young man almost sighs in regret that the table blocks his view of his beast.

That day, he only got to look with his eyes when it was still asleep. As for when it was awake... it was busy burrowing inside him almost the whole time, Sì!

If someone asks about his lower body, Plêrng could probably answer how bizarre a creature its (man) shape is. But if asked with his eyes, the young man cannot answer because he has not seen it at full mast. And of course, Práo Plêrng wants to see it so badly he trembles, which is why he chooses this shop as the place to talk.

Just in case he gets lucky and can drag him up to his room to explore the real thing.

"Would Nông Plêrng like to order anything else, Khrap?"

Plêrng pulls his mind back from the bed (sometimes it is the table, the cupboard, the balcony, whatever is convenient) to pay attention to the other party, who just ordered a hot coffee and is now looking up to ask him with a polite tone. But how could he not see that beneath that serious face, he looks visibly tense.

He really does not like his type, let-me-die!

The people from his house are the cheerful, broad-smiling, easy-going type. When he meets someone like this, it seems like they are incompatible.

"No, Khrap. This is enough."

The young man, who has snagged a hundred and seven guys in the area, smiles sweetly, tilting his head a little as if he knows his most adorable angle, speaking in a cheerful tone as if nothing happened the previous night. This makes Phîi Sǐndhu shift even more uncomfortably, then hand the menu back to the employee, give a slight smile, and say...

"Thank you, Khrap."

This man must be the type who says thank you to the attendant every time he receives a parking ticket.

Once again, Plêrng becomes more certain that the other party seems serious about everything.

Should he back off, Wá? The young man asks himself. This kind of person is hard to deal with.

Psycho, I am itching to death, you (meung) came to get your beast, did you not! He does not mean this man. He means what is below the pants.

"Phîi Sǐndhu acts like you do not want to talk to me," Práo Plêrng says, thus pulling out his trump card by lowering his eyes, looking at his hands clasped on his lap despondently. His eyes also glisten with clear drops, as if sad and hurt that the other party acts disgusted. This makes Sǐndhu widen his eyes.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai word ผม is the standard, polite first-person pronoun ("I/me/my") used by male speakers. It is also the literal word for "hair." The intended meaning is always determined by context. Because is the most common first person pronoun used, I will treat it as the default and call out others as they are used.]]

"That is not it, Khrap. No, it is not that Phîi does not want to talk to Nông Plêrng."

Fine, Wá. Anyway, I like it when people call me Nông Plêrng, Wá.

"Then why does Phîi have to act like you are running away from me too?" The speaker lifts his eyes a little, biting his lip a bit.

"Because Phîi..."

Phîi Sǐndhu is silent for a moment before speaking out like someone confessing a fault.

"...it is Nông Plêrng who must be disgusted with Phîi."

"Huh? Why?"

Wait a minute. Did he hear what I (Kuu) said to someone, that you (meung) are not his type at all? He asks himself anxiously in his heart, but on the outside, he just looks up, still blinking his eyes flutter flutter, looking at the man who shifts slightly, making a face like he is swallowing bitter medicine, opening and closing his mouth several times, acting like he wants to speak but does not say anything.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai pronoun กู (Kuu, Goo or Gu) is a first-person pronoun ("I/me/my") that is extremely vulgar, arrogant, and offensive in most contexts. Its use is a severe social transgression. The only exception is in reciprocal use among the closest of male friends, where it can signal deep familiarity. When used directed at another person (e.g., "กู...มึง"), it is always a fighting word. The Thai pronoun มึง (Meung) is a second-person pronoun ("you") that is extremely vulgar, derogatory, and offensive. Its use is a profound insult and a serious social violation, directly implying the listener is of lower status or deserving of contempt. The sole exception is in reciprocal use among the closest of male friends, where it signals deep familiarity. It is the standard paired pronoun for "กู (Goo/Gu)" ("I"), and their combination is a hallmark of a hostile confrontation or an intimate, vulgar camaraderie.]]

Until Plêrng prods a little more. "Is it about that night, Khrap?"

"Uh... yes," Sǐndhu finally admits.

"Is it because I am a man, that Phîi Sǐndhu is disgusted with me?"

"No, Khrap! It is precisely because Nông Plêrng is a man that you must be utterly disgusted with Phîi by now. And that you did that with me (rao), because, uh, Phîi must have done... that part." The large man interjects immediately, insisting in a firm voice that the one who should be disgusted ought to be Plêrng more, though the end of his sentence fades weakly, causing great confusion for the listener.

Wait a minute. Can this guy not tell?

That much? "No, even if Nông Plêrng were a woman, you would still be disgusted, because Phîi acted despicably and evil."

No, no, 'despicable' is good, 'evil' is right. I (Kuu) fucking love it!

But now is not the time to sit and think about that. Just being able to have a coherent conversation with the other party would be a great mercy already. Therefore, Plêrng looks up, purses his lips together, making a pitiful expression that makes anyone soft-hearted.

Then he says in a faint voice, "Phîi Sǐndhu, Khrap. Can you not tell, Khrap?"

The other party looks confused, then shakes his head.

"Tell what, Khrap?"

Plêrng looks left a little, looks right a little, acting as if it is a top secret, even though the whole faculty knows about it. Then he leans his head over the table until Sǐndhu also moves in a bit. It is at that moment that Plêrng catches the manly scent of cologne that makes his hair stand on end. He is confident this is the same person as that night, not that they switched places in the morning.

Then he says in a trembling voice, as if afraid of being disgusted with,

"I am gay, Khrap, Phîi Sǐndhu."

Should he laugh or cry at this crazy man who makes a face as if he has never been aware of this matter before? With a face like mine, I (Kuu) could cross-dress any minute now, you (meung).

"Yes, Khrap. I am gay. Therefore, I am not disgusted at all that what happened that night occurred. It is Phîi Sǐndhu himself who would not like that you ended up having something to do with me." The speaker lowers his head again, saying with a sad tone, until it helps snap the still-dazed person back to his senses.

This makes Sǐndhu quickly shake his head.

"No, Khrap. How could Phîi be disgusted with Nông Plêrng? Nông Plêrng is this cute. Even if you were any man, he would not be disgusted!" Sǐndhu says with a serious voice, intent on comforting the cute youth whose eyes are fully red-rimmed.

He seems hesitant, as if about to reach out to pat his head in comfort, which Plêrng already tilts his head forward for, which is a gesture that is universally understood... grab it already, Wá!

A large hand is extended, and Plêrng leans in even closer, looking up.

Flutter flutter

Thick eyelashes rest against his clear cheek, so adorable and vexing.

But then...

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Khâ."

I (Kuu) will never fucking come to this shop again!

Right at that moment, the employee brings the drinks to serve at the table with a smile, especially handing it to the bespectacled man in particular. But Plêrng does not have time to think about anything more than making a cute face, even though he wants to bare his fangs extremely. Just look, the atmosphere was getting good, the other party was about to grab him, then this obstacle of luck had to come and ruin it like that.

"The strawberry smoothie for Nông Plêrng, Khrap."

Plêrng pulls his head back to his own side, annoyed. Frankly, he is not in the mood to drink anymore. But he can observe that Phîi Sǐndhu is carefully unwrapping the straw from the paper sleeve, then inserting it into the glass for him, leaving the paper wrapper stuck at the end, without his hand touching the straw at all. Then he slides it over in front of him with a smile.

It is so polite, attentive, and looks gentle enough to make many young women's hearts flutter.

But Práo Plêrng does not want a romantic partner. He does not want attention. He does not want to be cherished. He came for a specific purpose. So, he reaches to hold the glass with both hands, bends down to take a sip just as a formality, then asks with a timid voice that sounds cute enough.

"So that means Phîi Sǐndhu is not disgusted with sleeping with me, right?"

"No, Khrap. Not at all."

The listener smiles sweetly.

"I am so glad."

There, his ears are red already, Wôoi.

Plêrng breaks into an immensely relieved smile, an utterly open one, looking extremely happy that the other party is not disgusted. He is about to open his mouth to add with a playful, serious tone, 'Then would you like to try it again with me?', but does not get a chance...

"But Phîi feels guilty, Khrap. Since Nông Plêrng is being direct with Phîi, Phîi himself will confess directly too. Phîi does not remember that night at all. He does not know how he ended up in Nông Plêrng's room, or what he did. If Phîi did anything that displeased Nông Plêrng, Phîi must truly apologize. Phîi knows what he did is no different from bullying you. Phîi was wrong... very wrong."

He does not remember a single thing! And what about the hunter, I (Kuu)?

Feeling hopeless, Plêrng opens his mouth wide, then quickly closes it when the other party looks up with an expression.

Like this, there is no way he will have me (Kuu) for another round, Wá!

The thoughts of a person who is about to go thrashing on the floor in frustration, but...

"If Nông Plêrng wants Phîi to do anything to atone, you can tell Phîi, Khrap."

"Then let's go up to my room!"

Before Sǐndhu can even finish speaking, Práo Plêrng blurts out loudly, popping up, grabbing the other's wrist, and pulling him up together with a single thought.

Since talking is so difficult, then let's use another fucking language to communicate.

Now the level of Plêrng's frustration increases to level three.

Because as soon as the pair steps into the narrow elevator, the little one does not hesitate to lean towards the person who pressed the elevator button for him. He moves to stand beside him even though there is plenty of empty space, intending to look up from that angle because his sister once said it is heart-stoppingly cute, and if he gets a chance, he plans to pretend to stumble a bit.

Simply put, he is flirting.

But Phîi Sǐndhu... takes one full step back.

"After you, Khrap."

The listener knows anyway that this is not moving away out of disgust. On the contrary, the large man steps back politely, gesturing towards the elevator control panel, probably thinking he wants to press the floor himself, while he retreats almost to the very back of the elevator, making the person who wants to snuggle... sigh in annoyance.

If it were anyone else entering the elevator with him, I (Kuu) would have grabbed their waist and squeezed their ass by now!

The thoughts of a person who suppresses his feelings, because he still has plenty of other trump cards and surefire moves.

"At first, I thought Phîi Sǐndhu hurriedly left that day because you were shocked to see me lying next to you. Something like, you misunderstood that I was a woman the whole night, something like that. When you came to, your eyes were opened, you saw the truth and were shocked." The speaker says jokingly, teasingly looking at the large man who pushes his glasses frame close to the bridge of his nose, awkwardly.

"Phîi was not shocked about Nông Plêrng being a man, Khrap. That time... Phîi was shocked by what Phîi had done more."

"What is it?"

"Those marks." Phîi Sǐndhu looks with a guilty expression, lowering his gaze to look at his shirt collar until Plêrng pretends to look down following his gaze, and...

Whoosh

He pulls open his student shirt collar wide, putting his beautiful skin, which was easily marked, on full display.

"They have all faded already, Khrap. Do not worry."

But the person he wants to look instead turns away to look elsewhere.

No matter how polite you are, I (Kuu) am showing you, I (Kuu) am showing you!

The frustration level rises to level five.

What a clear voice, Plêrng thinks as they arrive right at his door. He pulls out his key to unlock it, but cannot resist teasing.

"No gift basket today, Khrap?"

"It is in my room. Should Phîi go up and get it for you?"

Psycho, right now my room is so full of gift baskets there is no space to walk.

"No need, Khrap, Phîi Sǐndhu. Actually, the reason I went to find you today was to talk about this very matter. But somehow, we ended up talking about being disgusted or not for so long, right? I just wanted to go tell Phîi Sǐndhu that you do not need to send any more apology gift baskets, Khrap. That day, I already told you, Ná, that I was not angry at all." The speaker says while stepping into the room first, closing the opportunity for the other party to refuse by suggesting they talk at the door. Then he walks, turning into the bedroom.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai particle นะ (Ná) is a versatile word added to the end of a sentence. Its primary function is to soften the statement, making it sound more friendly, encouraging, suggestive, or less abrupt. It can translate as a persuasive "okay?", a gentle reminder, a reassuring "you know," or simply add a tone of concern or warmth.]]

"Uh, Nông Plêrng..."

The room owner pays no attention to the other party calling him, because it would be great if he would just follow him into this room, throw him down onto the middle of the bed like before, climb on top of him, and perform heavily, full of hope that this man is just acting, pretending to be serious so convincingly that everyone believes it, but in truth, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing who, when they are alone together... will reveal his true form.

So, his two hands quickly undo his student trousers, leaving only the boxers he intentionally made look shorter than usual, showing his white thighs. He undoes the buttons of his student shirt until only the middle two remain, pulling one side open to reveal his chest, confident that if he bends over, his nipples will show.

He remembers clearly that Phîi Sǐndhu likes to suck his nipples!

Then he goes to sit on the bed, holding his shirt to make it gape open wide, his eyes fixed on the door frame.

Come on, come eat the rabbit, Ná.

But no matter how long he waits, the other party does not follow him in until he starts to lose face. The frustration level rises to level seven.

"Why is it so fucking difficult and arduous like this, Wá!?"

I (Kuu) will go out myself then!

The little one takes a deep breath, gathers his composure, and decides to walk out of the bedroom to the outer room, saying in an apologetic, pleading tone.

"Sorry, Khrap, Phîi Sǐndhu. It is just that my pants are tight, Khrap. I have been uncomfortable for a while now.

So, I will go take them off first. It seems I have gotten much fatter since my first year." He successfully calls that pair of eyes to look at him, while at the same time... he does it, bloody fuck.

Yes, that is right. Nai Práo Plêrng's two hands manage to pull the hem of his student shirt up above the high waistband of his boxers, showing off his slender waist that never gets fat no matter what he eats, and which is just the right size for grabbing firmly. Then he sways, sending an innocent smile to the large man who is staring, dumbfounded.

Gulp!

Gulp! Phîi swallowed his saliva very clearly.

The frustration level decreases to level five.

Plêrng smiles secretly to himself, pulls his shirt up a little higher, then asks.

"What does Phîi Sǐndhu think, huh?"

"Uh, Phîi does not know, Sì."

"But Phîi Sǐndhu has already seen all of it, have you not?"

At this point, even a dim-wit would know this is level ten flirting. Any moment now, and his boxers would be pulled down for him to see.

But if the large senior still insists on turning to look elsewhere, saying with a slightly hoarse, trembling voice.

"Phîi already told you, Khrap, that he does not remember anything from that day."

"Even though Phîi Sǐndhu bit me all over, you know."

"Uh..." Sǐndhu glances this way a little, then quickly turns back to face the original direction, clears his throat, even though Plêrng can see that the other party's hands are shaking. This makes the onlooker's eyes gleam, thinking he is about to see that ruthless man again. And since he is not looking directly, therefore...

Whoosh

Plêrng walks to stand right in front of the large man immediately.

Sǐndhu's eye level, as he sits on the sofa, aligns perfectly with his slender waist.

"Phîi Sǐndhu, do you know why I invited you up to my room?" The asker asks in a blurred voice.

"Ng... No."

The little one slowly moves his hands to undo the remaining buttons, until the ends of the shirt separate, revealing his stark white chest that barely has any traces left of the heated night. But the fact that Sǐndhu is sitting here means there is no way to escape from the figure being revealed.

Even though Plêrng is a small man, he is not skinny and dried up to the point of being unappealing. He looks well-proportioned in every part. His skin is stark white, tempting to mark. His nipples are a sweeter color than many women's. Not to mention the long neck that seems inviting to nuzzle, the firm buttocks that seem tempting to squeeze. And now it is right in front of a man who has flesh and blood and emotions.

A man who has already tasted the flavor of this body before.

The room owner almost cheers and shouts because he sees... something in the student pants that are bulging up.

Yes! The itching will definitely be gone today.

Smack

Plêrng can barely contain his joy when the other man grabs his wrist, causing him to fall back to sit on the sofa together. His eyes widen, not in surprise, but in thrilled excitement, because... Phîi Sǐndhu moves to loom over him with an intense expression.

He got it! See, you (meung), Plêrng must get it!

The person, confident in his own charm, swallows hard with difficulty, because the other party's expression looks so stern, until he narrows his drowsy eyes to look dreamy, sweeping his gaze over the broad chest. Moreover, Phîi Sǐndhu himself knows he is looking, because... he undoes his shirt buttons.

He is a man after all, Wá.

Plêrng thinks overconfidently, because no matter how good a person is, when free goods are offered right in front of him, almost fed to his mouth, he must open his mouth to accept it as a matter of course. His expectant gaze thus travels over the broad shoulders, then down further. He is frustrated that Phîi Sǐndhu is taking off his shirt so slowly this time, as if to torment him, and he is still wearing an undershirt underneath too.

Can you take it off fast like before, huh? I (Kuu) am impatient, you know!

Whoosh

As if the large man knows what he is thinking, because the large hand swiftly shakes off the student shirt he is wearing, and then...

"Phîi Sǐndhu..."

"It is better to cover up, Khrap."

Thwump!!!

Práo Plêrng is calling out with a husky, blurred, seductive voice, but the other man... shakes his student shirt down to cover his chest!!!

The large senior says with a serious tone that is frightening, then breaks away to go stand all the way in the corner of the room.

At that moment, silence descends upon the entire wide room, and Plêrng can only let out...

"Huh!!!"

The little one abruptly sits up straight, sending a stunned gaze towards the man who clearly has a sizable bulge in his pants, yet still has the nerve to cover him with his student shirt instead of pouncing on him like that night, leaving Plêrng himself unable to do anything for several seconds.

Wait, wait, wait! No? You are not going to do it, Wá? I am flirting this much!

"So, exactly why did Nông Plêrng ask Phîi to come in here?"

To have me (Kuu), of course, you (meung) dim-wit! Plêrng wants to shout in his bloody fucking face, but he grits his teeth tightly.

"It is because Phîi Sǐndhu said you feel guilty towards me, so I wanted to show you that there are no marks left, really. Then you yourself will not have to keep bringing gift baskets. If you do not believe me, then look."

The speaker pulls the large student shirt off, about to take off his own shirt for him to see too, but the large man instead stares fixedly out the window as if there is something very interesting out there.

If I (Kuu) flirt any more than this, I can fucking impale you already, you (meung) crazy!

The thinker's tears well up.

"Nông Plêrng just telling me is enough, Khrap. Phîi does not need to see."

Come and have me (Kuu) already, please. I (Kuu) beg you.

That is what Plêrng wants to say out loud, but now he can only grit his teeth tightly. And he does not need to pretend or act anymore, because clear teardrops are brimming up to the edges of his eyes. His adorable face lowers to look only at his own hands. The confidence he was born with is shattered by the hands of the one man who does not want him.

He is not sad. But he is very hurt. Since he was born, this is the first time he has ever flirted with anyone this much and missed.

The person being flirted with speaks indifferently.

"And even though Nông Plêrng has healed, Phîi still has not stopped feeling guilty. Phîi knows it might be a bother to Nông Plêrng, being forced on you, but Phîi wants to give it, Khrap. If there is anything Nông Plêrng wants, tell Phîi, okay? Phîi will try to find it for you. Even if it cannot make up for what Phîi did, Phîi truly feels guilty about what happened. Phîi is somewhat aware that he is rather more intense than ordinary people..."

Sob!

Suddenly, the large man, who is rambling about his feelings, turns to look sharply when he hears a sob, and finds that... Plêrng has already covered his face.

That is all it takes. The large man who insisted on staying over there charges over to him.

"Why is Nông Plêrng crying? Did Phîi say something wrong?"

"Phîi Sǐndhu is lying."

Plêrng whispers in a faint voice.

"Lying?"

Sob "Phîi... Phîi are disgusted that I am gay, are you not?"

"No, Ná. No... it is not..."

"Then why does Phîi act like you do not want to be near me!" Plêrng looks up, his face full of tears, asking in a complaining tone.

It is time for him to pull out another trump card to use.

Tears, of course.

"Phîi acts as if I will grab you and eat you at any moment—which is true, you know—but I just want to talk to you, to say that I am not angry. You do not need to bring me anything—except what is in your pants. The reason I took my shirt off for you to see was so you would see that I have healed completely—I was not teasing at all, really. But you instead act as if I am a worm or a millipede. I did not ask you to be my romantic partner to take responsibility for what happened at all. Why..."

Why won't you have me (Kuu) already, Wá!?

At the end of the sentence, the little one is too choked up to speak, can only raise both hands to cover his face and sob over his own bad luck, that he had to run into this dream log within a cursed forest. Trying to get it out is so difficult he almost coughs up blood. And the owner of the log is extremely hard to play with.

If you will not agree to do it again, then do not wrestle with me (Kuu)---and make me addicted—in the first place, Wá!?

The thoughts of a person who looks up with a tearful face, intending to use it to summon the lust in the other party.

"That is right."

His morale plummets.

Sǐndhu says with a tone as if he has made a decision, while reaching out to wipe his tears for him gently. The handsome face that is usually stern relaxes, as if having solved a heavy burden. Then he gives a smile.

"There is a best way to prove that Phîi is not at all disgusted with Nông Plêrng, is there not?"

Yes, yes, that method. The listener leans forward immediately, smack grabbing hold of the other's hand that is resting on his cheek, parting his lips to look kissable, full of expectation that this time it is sure, because what method could prove it better than sleeping together once? He guarantees he will believe he is not disgusted, and will be utterly addicted.

"Phîi has been thinking deeply for so long. Since Nông Plêrng told Phîi himself that he does not like women, therefore, the method for Phîi to take responsibility for what happened must be this one, right?"

The listener is almost about to take his own shirt off right then and there. I do not want to hear what comes next, can we just do it now?

While Phîi Sǐndhu takes his hand to hold.

No, no, do not do it on the hand, do it on the body. The hand is not sensitive.

Plêrng smiles wider and wider, and then suddenly...

"Please be Phîi's romantic partner, Nông Plêrng."

"Huh?"

The person who was smiling freezes, lets out a faint sound, while the large man says with a serious tone.

"Since Phîi wrestled with Nông Plêrng, then Phîi asks to take responsibility by asking to be with Nông Plêrng, Khrap."

Plêrng is silent for a full minute, then...

"Whaaaat!?!"

Then he curses loudly in his heart. What the shit-lizard kind of man is this!!!!