MB Chapter 5: He Sleeps with Me

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Yes, well, he sleeps, Ná. Uh, well, this is it, he sleeps together. That is, it is not wrong, but...

At the time when the sky is completely dark, starlight adorns the heavens, and electric lights decorate the earth, Práo Plêrng, in his champion pajama set consisting of an oversized, massively loose T-shirt that covers his thighs and very short shorts, is blinking his eyes repeatedly, processing the complete meaning of the word "sleep."

The meaning for the small-built young man is... Let's do it.

Whereas the meaning for Phîi Sǐndhu is...

"Come sleep here, Nông Plêrng."

The large person, nestled inside a thick blanket, lifts the blanket to look with a warm gaze, gives a small smile, and speaks in a pleasant tone reminiscent of a Phô waiting for his son.

A little one climbs onto the bed to listen to a story, a scene that might make anyone else melt with embarrassment, defeated by the warmth permeating the air. But that person is not Âi'Plêrng!

Há, does his brain have a problem or something, Wá? I (Kuu) think I (Kuu) spoke clearly enough that there is no way to be clearer!

Plêrng's mouth hangs open, gaping wordlessly all of a sudden.

Since last time he spoke indirectly and they ended up not understanding each other, somehow dragging it out until they became romantic partners, this time the young man decides to be direct, something anyone should understand identically: "sleep" in his meaning is not patting buttocks, singing lullabies, and rocking playfully. He wants to pat buttocks, then squeeze and knead, command until there are moans, and rock until the bed shakes!

Are we living in different worlds or something, Wá? Plêrng asks himself again.

When he told the other party this evening, the other's eyes even lit up, when Phîi Sǐndhu hesitated visibly, then accepted with an uncertain demeanor. And because he was afraid the other might run away or disappear for any reason, Plêrng went so far as to ride in the car with him, thinking whether he should ask if Phîi's room has condoms. But it turned out that Phîi Sǐndhu asked first.

"Nông Plêrng, will you take a shower in Phîi's room?"

That was it. Plêrng asked for the room number, confirmed until he was sure, then excused himself to return, scrub his skin clean, and gather his battle-ready equipment. Now the small bag in his hand contains condoms, lubricant, and his favorite brand of lube, packed tightly and lying still, ready to be taken out for use at any moment. Furthermore, his body is impeccably clean, guaranteed fresh and fragrant every square inch.

All that he did was to sleep... this?

Like, just sleep? Sleep side by side, Ná?

And so, the brain of Nai Práo Plêrng is utterly destroyed, flattened like a drum skin.

The other party probably thinks the junior does not dare to get on the bed, Lâ, maybe, because he frowns quickly.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai particle ล่ะ (Lâ) is used to mark a transition or add emphasis, often translating as "then," "so," "now," or acting as a verbal punctuation mark. It can signal a decision, a logical conclusion, a new step in a process, or pose a returning question, giving the sentence a sense of immediacy or finality.]]

Then he gets up from the bed to come find him, takes the bag from his hand and places it on the bedside table, then mumbles a request for permission and pulls the little one's arm up, tucking him into the bed, covers him neatly with the blanket, pulls a bolster to place in the middle, and then gets onto the bed himself.

That was it. Sanity returns.

"Phîi Sǐndhu! Plêrng did not mean it like this."

And what's the point of putting this damn bolster in the middle, Wá!

"Eh, did Phîi misunderstand? Well, Nông Plêrng said to sleep together, Phîi thought it was like this. Ah, is it a misunderstanding? Phîi thought too far ahead, wondering if Nông Plêrng had a nightmare or didn't want to sleep alone, so he asked to sleep with Phîi. If it's not like this, what did Nông Plêrng mean, Lâ?"

Sleep like bodies pressing together, clothes not needed, Ná.

Plêrng is someone brave enough to state his feelings directly, but it turns out that when he looks at the other's serious face, the dark eyebrows furrowed together, and the eyes that look guilty, everything gets stuck in his throat, and he suddenly becomes unable to speak or explain.

That is, no matter what he wants, he doesn't want to look like a shit-lizard in Phîi's eyes, right, Wá?

The type that says 'Phîi Sǐndhu, let's sleep together' is still hesitant, saying it feels awkward, but the type that says 'Phîi Sǐndhu, let's do it' seems too brazen and slutty a bit, enough to choke him. Does he want to invite further? He does, but if Phîi still doesn't get it again... How many times is this embarrassment now, Wá?

Hia, am I (Kuu) being teased right now, Wá?

[[Translator's Note: The words เฮีย (Hia) and เหี้ย (Hîa) are a critical homophone pair distinguished only by tone. เฮีย (Hia) is a respectful title for an older Chinese-descended man or a rough interjection for pain/frustration ("Damn!"). เหี้ย (Hîa) is a severe profanity, culturally equivalent to the most offensive English curses. Its literal meaning is "monitor lizard," and its offensive power comes from this cultural taboo. Context and tone are essential to avoid grave misunderstanding. I transliterate the first, and I translate the second as shit-lizard.]]

What he said, Ná. Plêrng thinks irritably to himself, because is there really anyone who doesn't understand the implied meaning?

Yeah, this Phîi Sǐndhu, that's who.

"Or should Nông Plêrng return to his room? Phîi will take you."

"No!"

Having come this far, Plêrng is equally unwilling to go back.

Since speaking directly yields no results, then he can do something else!

The thoughts of someone who has had this intention for many days and wants to achieve results today cause a sweet smile to appear on his attractive face. His eyes are clear, innocent, and pure. Meanwhile, his hand... grabs the bolster and throws it away, bloody fucking thing.

"No, Phîi Sǐndhu, Phîi understood correctly, Khrap. I really had a nightmare, Khrap, Phîi. I do not want to sleep alone. Phîi Sǐndhu, please sleep as company for me." As Plêrng speaks, he props himself up a bit, letting the sleeve of the oversized sleeping shirt fall down onto one shoulder, showing his fair skin and collarbone. Then he scoots closer to the person who is watching the bolster with startled eyes.

If you're going to play dumb, then I'll play dumb too.

Plêrng pretends not to notice that pair of eyes and presses his body close to the broad chest, saying in a trembling voice, "I dreamed that some unknown thing was chasing me, pounced and straddled me. It was both biting, and crunching, and devouring me. I couldn't fight back, Phîi, could only cry for help, but it didn't stop, Ná. I myself didn't know what to do. In the end, I was eaten by it, not even a bone left. It was damned frightening."

Oy, I (Kuu) will go crazy. How dim-witted is this script, Wá, Ná?

The storyteller can imagine his friends' faces and how they would react if they heard.

Âi'Andrea would laugh until he rolls around for sure. As for Âi'Phént, Ná, or... the word 'dim-wit' would probably fill both his ears.

The small-built person narrates while also scooting closer, blinking his eyes to look pitiful, and then sees the expression in the eyes... sympathy.

You (meung), don't be the judge. I (Kuu) don't think he'll survive this.

"Then Nông Plêrng, sleep here, Khrap. Phîi will sleep as company." The listener reaches out a hesitant hand and strokes the soft hair very gently, which opens the opportunity for Práo Plêrng to manage to get close. His two hands grip the other's sleeping shirt tightly, makes himself tremble a little, then buries his face against the shoulder, forcing the large man to extend his arm for him to use as a pillow.

It sounds embarrassing. "Thank you, Phîi Sǐndhu. It's so lucky that we live in the same condo. Plêrng will tell his friends, and they probably won't believe it either."

"Uh, I don't mind that Nông Plêrng wants to sleep here, but will you really sleep right here?" The listener glances and finds the other party looking at his own arm uncertainly. Instead of moving away, the small body presses even closer, using this warm skin to stir up the mood.

"Um, well, if Plêrng sleeps far away, Plêrng feels like he's sleeping alone. What if he has another nightmare, Lâ?" He says, then adds a pleading look with his eyes.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Khrap, Phîi. And Phîi Sǐndhu's arm is so comfortable to use as a pillow."

No, not really. Plêrng is not someone who likes to cuddle after finishing the deed. Therefore, sleeping while using someone's arm as a pillow is definitely not a pleasant experience. Importantly, this man's arm is quite firm, can't compare to using a pillow. However, if he wants to flirt, he has to go all out!

"Does Phîi play any sports? You're so well-built."

"I play tennis with his family every week."

"Every week?"

"Well, almost every week. If it's a week when I go home, I always goes. Or sometimes in the evenings, I go with friends."

Yeah, Plêrng knows that their university has tennis courts, but he has never gone to play, not even once. He just now found out that the large man with the serious-looking face plays a sport like that. But this isn't really what he wants to know, because...

"Nông Plêrng, your hand..."

"Khrap?"

Plêrng sends an innocent smile, because his own two hands are not still. They are traveling along the line of abdominal muscles, going down steadily. His mouth speaks with a bright tone.

"Well, since Phîi Sǐndhu said he plays tennis, I just wanted to know if you have muscles. That night, I didn't see very clearly." Plêrng brings up the topic of that night and throws it in the face of the man who is trying to restrain the hand roaming all over. The man, feeling guilty, loosens his grip, and this allows the young man to grab hold of...

Shit-lizard! This is the log I (Kuu) have been looking for!

Yes, the thing in Plêrng's hand is hardening perfectly now!

"Nông Plêrng!" At the same time, the owner of the log quickly grabs his wrist again. His sharp face looks fierce, eyes blazing so brightly that Plêrng's body trembles.

This time, he trembles for real, because he sees the gaze of that wild animal that is about to pounce out. This makes the small-built person press his body even closer, snuggling tightly, and continues speaking in a feigned innocent voice.

"Phîi Sǐndhu's body is so warm. I like it." Plêrng flirts.

Ooy, I even squirm a little, Wôi.

Plêrng knows that his face is good for flirting, but seeing the large man break out in sweat even though the air conditioning is very cold, along with his uncomfortable movements, his skin radiating heat that reaches him, and his tense expression as if about to charge into battle, makes his confidence return once more.

Like this, I have to squeeze.

Squeeze

Suddenly, a strong hand grabs his wrist first, and, psycho! It easily gathers both his wrists with one hand, while pulling him out in one swift motion from under the large duvet. Meanwhile, the owner of the strength has fierce, dark eyes, and releases hot, harsh breaths that make Plêrng's hair stand on end.

No, not scared, but so excited, Khrap!

The two pairs of eyes meet.

One is fiercely intense.

One is fully expectant.

Then, Plêrng leans his face forward, his attractive face closing his eyes softly, a signal...

Of body language that says all too clearly... consent.

Whoosh

"Hey!"

Right at that moment, the small-built one has to cry out in extreme surprise, because he is flipped over to lie facing away from the large person. His heart beats wildly because it resembles what happened that night... the person who flipped him onto his stomach and pulled his pants down with fierce intensity.

"Nông Plêrng..."

Gasp

Not to mention the deep, trembling, muffled voice whispering by his ear, making him close his eyes tightly, waiting for the electrifying touch that will shower onto his body. The large hand that isn't being used as a pillow grabs his upper arm, and surely it will soon slip under his shirt, giving a thrilling sensation. Except that...

"Hmm."

What is this stillness that suppresses all movement?

The person waiting to receive a heavy assault opens his eyes in confusion, because the attack he awaits remains only silence. He wants to turn back to look, but is hindered by the large hand that was holding his arm, now sliding to hold his neck. The low voice, which indicates the speaker himself can barely endure, speaks by his ear...

"Phîi thinks Nông Plêrng should sleep in this position... Sweet dreams, Khrap."

Há! Even at this stage, Ná!

Plêrng's mouth hangs open agape. He cannot turn to look because the other has locked him in that position.

He is held in that position. He wants to say something but cannot, because the large person ends the conversation by saying 'sweet dreams, Khrap.' This is equivalent to saying tonight... is over.

Just this, Ná.

The young man's eyes blaze even more fiercely with flame.

No way!

Whoosh

"Nông Plêrng!"

Yeah, call me (Kuu) all you want. I (Kuu) won't stop.

Práo Plêrng clenches his fists tightly, ignoring the groaning sound resembling an injured animal from the person behind. Because if the upper body cannot move, don't think the lower part will stop. His plump buttocks thus arch backward, then manage to press against the other's trouser fly. No time to investigate the size, knowing only that... he must win.

This time, no matter how innocent he pretends to be, he knows now that Phîi Sǐndhu wants it fully. So he grinds his hips against him heavily, rotating in circles with a heavy rhythm, intentionally emphasizing the part having a reaction repeatedly. Hearing the satisfied groan echoing in his head, his well-shaped lips curl up in a smug, triumphant smile.

"Nông Plêrng, I think we should sleep, gasp, Ná."

Normally he doesn't notice, but at times like this, Phîi's voice is so damned-animal sexy.

For Plêrng, being forbidden is like being urged on. Since speaking human language doesn't work, he speaks body language instead. His mood surges even more wildly, feeling waves of excitement crawling over his skin. His breathing begins to come in gasps, and his hips work even harder, pressing in, getting closer, grinding in!

Squeeze

"Let's sleep, Phîi begs you."

Don't know, don't care. I (Kuu) have endured for many days!

Even though a strong arm slips around to hug his waist, pulling him close until his back is snug against the broad chest, the warmth bordering on hot enveloping his body, accompanied by a hoarse, low voice pleading, Plêrng still wriggles like a little doll, rubbing his body against the other in every part.

He doesn't believe that Phîi Sǐndhu is a saint... the evidence is pressing against his buttocks.

"No, Ná. Plêrng is someone who tosses and turns in his sleep, Phîi Sǐndhu." He says, also taking a deep, panting breath in his throat, and furthermore wriggling like a little doll to confirm his own words. The strong embrace only tightens around his body more firmly. The sharp face nuzzles into his white neck. Warm breath blows on his soft skin, making him shiver all over.

If it's come to this, then you should just finish it, right, really?

The thoughts of someone who fights unyieldingly, even though he is so hot that sweat breaks out, even though he is held tightly all over, he still insists on writhing, rubbing, pleading until he gets what he wants. Similarly, the person behind him breathes more heavily, sometimes holding his breath like someone at their absolute limit.

Yes, keep fighting, Âi'Plêrng. Just a little more.

Yes, a little more.

Um, just a little more...

A little more... your Phô's house, Sì!

"Hah, Hah, Hah..."

After a full twenty minutes have passed, the person who said he would fight unyieldingly tonight runs out of energy, completely spent, because swaying his waist until it's all tired. Moreover, just hugging like this, the passion that was blazing initially gradually dies down. The hot breathing due to the lower part of the body changes into panting from exhaustion.

In the end... he can only lie down, throwing his body down without any strength.

Who can keep fighting, Wá?

He is the one doing the rubbing. And he can't just writhe normally; he has to writhe and rub and sway. He is almost dead tired, while Phîi Sǐndhu just holds him still—who knows if he's reciting a meditation mantra or what—that damned log disappears back into the cursed forest. Furthermore, the hot breathing returns to a normal rhythm, just like that.

Fighting to the death, it seems you can really die, Ná.

"Phîi Sǐndhu..." This is called the last ounce of strength, Ná.

Plêrng calls the other in a trembling, extremely enticing voice, but...

"Namo... Bhagavato... Sammā..."

[[Translator's note: Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Samma Sambuddhassa is part of a Buddhist chant that is a homage to the Buddha's holy qualities.]]

Há?!

The small-built young man turns his neck to look immediately upon hearing the familiar words. Luckily, the other is no longer locking his neck. He sees only a sliver of the face and half of the lips that are... chanting.

You (meung) damned-animal, you (meung) are chanting! I (Kuu) am not a vengeful ghost!!!

"Phîi Sǐndhu!"

Plêrng calls out loudly, causing the other to startle with a gasp, opening his eyes to look in confusion, until he meets the blazing eyes of the person who says...

"Let go! I will sleep!" Plêrng concedes. Yeah, Âi'Práo Plêrng raises the white flag and surrenders!

And the young man almost growls out in anger because Phîi Sǐndhu lets him go immediately as if touching something hot. The tall body scoots over to cling to his own side of the bed, leaving the person who came to sleep lying in the middle of the bed. But to be honest, right now he has no strength for hitting, scolding, or any sarcastic remarks.

The thing Plêrng does is get up to grab the bolster and throw it down with a thud between them.

"Sweet dreams, good night!" Plêrng says as his final words, then pulls the blanket over his head.

Bloody fucking.

No matter how much he wants to, encountering chanting to exorcise ghosts, who could continue!?

"Uh, but didn't Nông Plêrng need to sleep close to someone, Ná?"

"Hearing Phîi chanting, he knows there is someone next to him already, Phîi."

A little more and he would really think he had invited a monk to chant him off, really.

The person who has never been this embarrassed before bites his lip in frustration, closes his eyes tightly, and escapes from reality by sleeping.

Âi'Plêrng! But don't think I (Kuu) will surrender just like this. If he doesn't get Phîi Sǐndhu, don't call him...

At first he wanted to prove the thrill, but now he wants to win, purely.

While Plêrng is so angry he also doesn't know how many sighs the man behind him secretly lets out, how many times he raises his hand to rub his chest, how many times he raises his hands in prayer to the sky. Let's just say it's not only Plêrng who has to endure; the person chanting is suffering much more.

Plêrng thinks of escaping reality by sleeping until the new morning, but perhaps due to not being accustomed to this mattress—the firmer mattress compared to the soft one in his room, the unfamiliar pillow scent bothering his mind, and the peculiar sound piercing his two ears—his eyes open drowsily in the darkness.

"Hah, Hah... Hah..."

It is the sound of heavy, panting breathing that makes the person who was exorcised by chanting open his eyes wide.

No, this time he doesn't want to do anything, but because...

"Phra... Phîi Sǐndhu." Plêrng feels around the bedsheet to nudge the room's owner, his voice trembling, fine hairs standing on end, because he thinks... he is about to encounter something bad.

He shouldn't have thought about ghosts before bed!

The young man tells himself in fright, trying to scoot his body backward but bumps into the bolster, making him startle violently. His eyes widen because his hand, groping behind him, only meets the icy coldness of the mattress, devoid of the warmth of human skin. He can only glance left and right fearfully, afraid of meeting something staring back in the dark.

"Hah, Hah..."

Again, he hears that sound again! Plêrng startles with a gasp.

"Phîi Sǐndhu, Phîi Sǐndhu." He also calls out for the other person in a voice no different from a whisper. But when he turns his head sharply back...

"Where did he go!" Plêrng sits up, feels around the bed, and finds only emptiness. He quickly scans his eyes around the elegant bedroom, which has fewer belongings than his room, and then becomes utterly terrified, fearing he will see someone's gaze staring back; he guarantees he would bolt straight out. But instead, he only finds a line of light shining through from one room, stretching into this room.

The bathroom?

Immediately, the scared person reduces his panicked state, raises his hand to rub his chest, and pricks up his ears to listen carefully.

"Hah, Hah... Ah... Hah... More..."

Wait a minute, this kind of sound feels vaguely familiar, hard to describe.

The person thinks while sneaking down from the bed, stepping with light, airy footsteps towards that door, and uses the small gap that lets the light in to peer inside with curiosity. Part of him is a little scared, Ná, because this isn't his room. But another part... is beginning to understand what is happening.

Oh ho, damned-animal sexy!

Plêrng even takes a deep breath into his lungs, because inside the bathroom there is a man, a person who seems completely different from the guy reciting Namo.

While the Phîi Sǐndhu who was hugging him and chanting mantras to exorcise him, the Phîi Sǐndhu in the bathroom is performing some ritual that makes Plêrng's eyes blaze!

His curious gaze cannot help but take in the sharply handsome face at this moment... the extremely sharp face devoid of its original glasses, revealing dark eyebrows and eyes blazing like...

A wild animal ready to devour its prey. Large beads of sweat flow around his face frame, causing his short-cut black hair to lie flat. His lips part slightly, emitting low groans that stimulate intense heat. His expression is tense with what he is doing. However, it doesn't look studious as usual, but instead is sexy enough to be breathtaking.

Intense, fierce, thirsty, and... crazed.

Plêrng slowly lets his gaze travel downward.

At first he didn't notice the other was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, but now it's clear because he sees the strong arms with tempting muscles. Plêrng's gaze follows the arms down steadily, and then he sees what is being grasped at the end point.

The thing causing those low, panting groans.

Fwap

Plêrng licks his lips, his throat suddenly parched, his heart beating strongly, because he... has encountered that dream man.

Yes, this Âi'Phîi Sǐndhu is the right one!

Therefore, what the small-built person does is turn around, but he does not run away back to the room, nor does he jump up to hide under the covers on the bed. Instead, he runs swiftly to grab the small bag by the bed, takes the contents out with trembling hands, then hurriedly goes straight back to the original position. Then...

Click

Snap

Bloody fucking! It made him jolt all over!

He opens the bathroom door and enters, attracting the intensely sharp gaze that flicks towards him.

A gaze so frightening that ordinary people would get goosebumps. But because Plêrng himself has been called abnormal by his friends so often that he's used to it, it has the opposite effect. Not only is he not afraid, but... he wants it until his body trembles.

The thought makes him raise the item in his hand right into the other's line of sight, and then...

Fwap fwap fwap

Plêrng lets the strip of connected condoms fall from his hand, appearing before the other's eyes. His large, round eyes narrow, looking down at the lower part concealed under a palm. He licks his lips meaningfully once more, then looks up to meet that pair of intensely sharp eyes challengingly, asking in a provocative tone, "Can I help, Khrap?"

The speaker lowers his gaze to look at the lower part again, gives a fond, knowing smile, then raises an eyebrow at him.

"It looks like it's pent up, Ná."

This says his actions on the bed were successful, Ná. At the very least, someone fled to pleasure himself with such a fierce, intense expression like this. And since the evidence is before his eyes, the defendant cannot wriggle free. The small-built person steps in close, looks up into the other's eyes, and presses his body close.

"Phîi Sǐndhu, I can help, Ná. And I want to help."

Both arms rise to wrap around the neck. He rises on his toes to get closer until his lips almost touch the other's mouth, their breaths mingling. He uses his body to say... he wants it, no differently.

"Nông Plêrng, please go out."

Going out would be stupid, Wá.

Therefore, Plêrng states more clearly than before, with drowsy eyes.

"Phîi Sǐndhu... let's have sex, Ná."

If I say it like this and you still don't understand, Phîi, you should really dunk your head in the toilet and die, Hòe. The thoughts of the person staring steadily into the other's eyes, his body trembling because those eyes... are serious.

It was the same for him.

[[Translator's Note: The Thai interjection เฮ่อ (hòe), often drawn out, expresses a range of reluctant or dismissive feelings. It can convey resignation ("Oh well, fine"), skeptical acceptance ("Whatever, do what you want"), or a sigh of giving up. It is less aggressive than "เหอะ (hòe)" and closer in tone to a weary "I guess so," "Fine then," or "Have it your way."]]