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I want to kiss Phîi Ryu again, bloody fucking hell...
What the damn is this shit-lizard message?!?!
"Âi Ryu, what's your deal, man? You're just staring at your phone, looking like it went and messed around with your Mia or something."
"Ask me like that again, and I'll shove my foot in your mouth. Am I your playmate or what?!"
As soon as Nut opened her mouth to ask, Ryu snapped his head up from his phone, his face looking ready to tear into Nut, his strong voice making the questioner flinch a little. But Nut, unfazed, grinned widely and said in a chipper tone,
"Yeah, you're my playmate, not my bedmate."
Plop!
"Âi Ryu!!! If I fall off this chair and break my neck, I'll haunt you!"
Nut shouted, clinging to the edge of the lecture table for all she was worth. But Ryu didn't care, his eyes still glued to the phone screen that had gone dark. He pressed the button to unlock it again to stare at... that damned nuisance message.
Want to kiss? Âi Nong, you think I'm your playmate or something? Last time, I let it slide, but you think I'll let you kiss me again? No damn way!
Ryu thought.
"Damn it! Âi Nong! I'll kill you!"
Ryu growled under his breath, gripping his phone tightly, his hands itching to throw a punch. He was bloody irritated, especially with that lump in his chest that kept pounding like crazy ever since he saw that message this morning.
Phim asked Nut, "Nut... what's up with Ryu?"
The only other young woman in their gang, who had just arrived, turned to ask.
"No idea. Probably someone's hitting on him again. He's been in a lousy mood since he got here," Nut replied with a shrug.
Phim frowned slightly, thinking it was no big deal—Ryu getting hit on was normal. Little did she know, this time it wasn't normal because... it seemed like the flirting was actually hitting home.
If I can't have Sun, I'll take him. Âi Sun... Âi... Âi!
Ryu thought.
"I'm... heading back first, okay..."
"What's your deal, man?"
Why the damn are you grabbing my neck, Nut? Let me go! Don't you see that Âi Nong running over here? No, wait, run the other way, damn it! Don't smile at me!
Ryu thought.
"Sawatdee Khrap, Phîi Nut, Phîi Phim, and... Phîi Ryu."
Ryu's face looked like he'd just chowed down a glass of bitter-ass medicine when he saw, from the moment he stepped out of the room, who was sitting on the balcony edge (not sitting normally, of course, but perched on the very top like some damn show-off). And then that young man turned toward them, making someone as gutsy as Ryu instinctively take a step back, ready to bolt in the other direction.
But before he could, his damned despicable friend grabbed his neck, forcing him to stay. And now Âi Sun was standing right in front of him.
If I threw a crying emoji at everyone, would anyone call me unmanly?
Ryu thought.
"Sawatdee, Nong Sun, looking as handsome as ever today, huh?" Phim said.
Phîi Phim, you don't need to act all nuts for young men. Handsome? With a face like that?!
Ryu cursed his friend in his head before yanking Nut's hand off his neck.
"I'm out."
"Hey! Where are you going? Isn't Nong Sun here to see you? Last time, he even asked for directions to your condo."
Whoosh!
I've found the damn culprit who spilled my business to this Âi Nong!
Ryu thought.
Ryu spun around, looking like he was about to jump-kick his friend. Nut, realizing she'd let something slip, quickly darted behind the only young woman in the gang with a wide grin.
"Kick me, and you're kicking Phim. That's like roughing up a young woman, which means... you're a damn troublemaker, man."
Not content with just words, Nut made an "equals" sign with her hands, making Ryu clench his fists.
"I'm going back!"
Ryu declared loudly again, then turned and strode quickly in the other direction. He could hear Sun saying Sawatdee to his friends before running after him.
"What's got Phîi Ryu in a bad mood?"
You, that's what.
Ryu thought.
"Your face doesn't look good like this. You'll get crow's feet."
And why the damn do you care?
Ryu thought.
"Oh, could it be because..."
Whoosh!
"Because of what? Watch what you say!"
Before the sly voice of that young man could finish, Ryu spun around immediately, terrified he'd bring up that message. And it seemed like his threatening glare... had no effect whatsoever.
This time, Sun took another step closer. Those sharp eyes—ones Dear would say were plotting something evil—moved in even closer, making the young man who claimed he wasn't scared raise his fist.
"Come closer, and I'll punch you," Ryu threatened, though he felt his lips trembling for some reason as those eyes... weren't looking at his eyes but... his lips.
Slam!
Sun caught the raised fist before it could swing, holding it firmly with a wide smile.
"Phîi Ryu, I want to kiss you again, bloody fucking hell."
"Âi!!!"
This time, Ryu's jaw dropped. The Nong even widened his eyes, making Ryu tilt his head up slightly. Seeing some kind of signal flash, Sun grabbed the fist, yanked it by the wrist, and pulled.
"Where are you taking me? Let me go, Âi Sun!!!"
Tch, such damn crude language again.
Sun thought.
Sun chuckled in his throat at the young man struggling with all his might. But before Ryu could raise his leg to knee him, the handsome Nong said simply,
"If you don't come quietly, I'll tell everyone you kissed me."
"I'll kill you!"
Wait until I figure out what you're up to before you threaten to kill me, okay?
Sun thought as he dragged the other young man into... the men's bathroom.
Shove!
Plop!
Slam!
"What the damn are you doing? Let me go, Âi Sun!!!"
This time, Ryu could only turn and glare like hell. Before he could process why he'd been dragged into the bathroom, Sun pushed him into a stall, shoved him until he was pinned against the wall, and locked the door tight, making Ryu's heart drop to his feet.
What are you scared of, Ryu? You've got hands and feet!
Ryu thought.
His self-assurance made Sun grin widely. Taking advantage of the tight space, Sun pressed the other young man against the wall, gripping his wrist tightly, then quickly grabbing the other hand before saying with a hopeful, sparkling smile,
"Phîi Ryu... I really want to kiss you, Khrap."
"Eat my foot!"
"Please..."
Sun pleaded in a wheedling tone as Ryu shouted back loudly. The faculty heartthrob continued to plead, his handsome face showing a begging expression, staring at the lips in front of him with damn intense desire.
It made Ryu yell like hell, "Âi Sun, I'm a young man!"
"So am I. What's wrong with young men kissing?"
If you don't believe me, go ask your Nong—he's probably got a sore mouth from kissing Phîi Porsche by now, Sun thought confidently.
"It's wrong!!!"
Ryu shouted, his face red with anger, struggling to break free.
And if it weren't for...
"Hey, man, I gotta piss. Hold on a sec."
"Hurry up, I'm in a rush to pick up my junior."
"Alright, alright, let me hitch a ride to the front of the uni."
If it weren't for the sound of unwanted guests rushing into the bathroom, making Ryu freeze and his face go all panicky.
Sun quickly leaned in and whispered softly,
"If you make a sound, they'll know you're in here with me, just the two of us. And there's only one meaning for that..."
Sun whispered into his ear, causing Ryu to raise his leg to stomp on him. But the Nong continued whispering,
"...and if you hurt me and I make a noise, they'll know anyway."
That was it. Ryu lowered his foot, standing still in a damn rage but helpless, praying the intruders would leave quickly.
And of course, someone like Sun wouldn't let a golden opportunity slip.
"I want to kiss you, Phîi Ryu," Sun emphasized for who-knows-how-many times, his voice louder now.
He let go of Ryu's hands, knowing he couldn't do anything, then grabbed his neck and, using his speed... pressed a heavy kiss down.
"Mmph... I'm not..."
"Shh, they'll hear you," Sun whispered softly, then pressed another kiss on those soft lips.
This time, just pressing wasn't enough. His tongue flicked out, licking the lips, making Ryu's eyes widen.
Ryu's hands tried to push Sun's shoulders away, but the Nong locked his neck tightly.
Today, I'm not settling for just lips touching.
Sun thought.
Sun went nuts in his head as he tasted the sweetness with just the tip of his tongue. He kissed harder, feeling Ryu tense up completely. His tongue licked until the lips were wet, then gently prodded... but Ryu clamped his teeth shut.
I'm not letting you!
Ryu told himself, though his body was weakening. It felt good, ticklish even, with that tongue, but his senses were still intact, so he resisted with all his might.
Sun paused for a moment before...
Squeeze!
"Mmph!"
This time, the white-skinned young man jumped, opening his mouth in shock when the Nong's hand lifted and... squeezed his nipple.
That was it. The mouth he'd been clenching opened wide, letting the hot tongue slip deep into the small cavity.
The taller figure pinned Ryu until he could barely move. One hand held his neck to tilt his face up for the kiss, while the other roamed over his slim chest.
"Mmm," Ryu was starting to lose it, his body going limp, squirming slightly to escape the touch of the Nong forcing their tongues to tangle, sweet juice dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The hand on his neck was gently massaging the back, making him... relax.
"Mmm," Ryu blamed it on raging youthful hormones. Because he was... responding.
Sun pushed himself closer, admitting outright that kissing Phîi Ryu felt bloody amazing... so amazing he didn't want to stop.
His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of the mouth, while his body remembered that Phîi Ryu was like a cat—purring the more you petted, the more you massaged his neck, the more he... softened... softened... until he clung tightly to Sun's arm.
Squeeze!
"Again!"
This time, Ryu's eyes shot open when Sun's fingers pinched the hardened bud, squeezing lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure from head to toe. A muffled moan escaped his throat as he pushed against the broad shoulders with all his strength.
"You... pant... no... stop... don't touch..."
Ryu said, gasping, pushing the broad shoulders as hard as he could. He was dying from that kiss, and his entire body was burning in a way he knew exactly what it meant.
He was getting hot for this Nong!
Ryu thought.
Sun didn't want to admit that the red face, wet lips, and glossy eyes... made him wonder if it'd be wrong to tackle Phîi Ryu right now.
"But your body's saying you want me to touch. Look, your nipples are hard."
"Âi... shit-lizard," Ryu panted, still managing to curse.
So tempting to tackle and kiss him senseless.
Sun thought.
And it seemed like thinking wasn't enough, because Sun leaned down to seal those rude red lips again. But Phîi Ryu, quick as ever, slapped a hand over his own mouth.
"I... pant... won't let you."
"One more time... please, Phîi Ryu. Then I'll let you go back to your room, I swear."
Seeing the stubborn glint in the weakened young man's eyes, Sun spoke softly, slipping a hand around the slim waist.
But before Phîi Ryu could lash out again,
"If you don't, I'll just keep hugging you in here."
Fine, I'm not in a rush to leave anyway.
Ryu thought, biting his lip, angry and frustrated but not hating it one bit.
And that kiss earlier... It felt so good, like I was floating.
"Fine, one time."
"Just one time."
"No petting, uh..."
"No petting your nipples," Sun cut in before the embarrassed young man could say it, earning a glare.
He moved his hand to pull the white hand away from the mouth, tilting his face for the right angle.
"You know, your lips are bloody sweet, man."
"Mmph!"
No need to wait for Phîi Ryu to say anything—just shut him up.
And though the stubborn young man resisted at first, soon his mouth opened, and Sun didn't want to tell Phîi Ryu...
Your tongue is driving me nuts, man. What the damn, pulling back and then tangling again!
Sun thought.
The thought of the young man kissing those sweet lips hard, with soft moans echoing through the room. Neither knew how long they kissed or how many people came in and out of the bathroom.
All Sun knew was... I've figured out how to turn a tiger into a cat, heh.
Sun thought.
"What's up?"
While his friend was taming a cat, the dramatic young man Shin was leaning against his sleek BMW, arms crossed, looking at the person who came to find him with a smile.
"I'm Mix, second year," Shin eyed the short, white-skinned, good-looking young man introducing himself with a calm gaze.
"And what do you want with me?"
The question made the other laugh before saying confidently,
"I like you, Shin."
Thud.
The listener froze for a second, looking into the confident eyes of the young man in front of him. He sighed a couple of times before saying in a deep voice,
"You know what I told the last person who confessed to me, right?"
Shin could tell right away that the other young man "knew." Mix replied with a smile, showing no hesitation.
Knowing what he wanted, Shin unlocked his car but before stepping into the driver's seat, he said simply,
"Get in. But I'm stopping to buy condoms first."
"No problem," came the reply.
Shin gave a fleeting smile that quickly faded. He'd said it himself—if it's a romantic relationship, he'd say no. But a one-night stand... that's fine.
Heh, if it's just sex, anyone, anytime, anywhere... I'm game.
Shin thought.
"Where is it? Where the damn is it?!"
It had been almost two hours since he got back from the uni, but Dear was still pacing around the condo, rummaging through everything. His round eyes scanned for the Phîi's jacket he'd borrowed, and honestly, he had no memory of where he'd left it!
Slam.
"Dear... what are you doing?"
Even as Purin returned to the room, the little one didn't stop searching, making the young man who stepped in frown. The room was a mess, stuff scattered all over the floor, with a disheveled-haired young man in the middle, frantically searching.
"Phîi Porsche, hey! Have you seen my top?"
"Which one?"
"The black leather one."
"Nope," Purin replied with a slight smirk, amused by the sight of the young man searching so hard he barely noticed him.
Setting his briefcase and suit jacket on the sofa, the day's exhaustion seemed to lighten at the sight of this little one. He unbuttoned his sleeves, ready to help.
"Bloody fucking hell, that's Phîi Oat's jacket. What do I do? How do I tell Phîi Oat I lost his jacket?"
Thud.
"Whose jacket?!"
The moment he let slip whose top it was, Purin froze. The image of that Nong who dared kiss his little one flashed in his mind, making his voice sharp and intimidating.
That made the dim-wit (per Jae Dream) turn and look in confusion.
What's got Phîi Porsche upset?
Dear thought.
"Nothing... just ticked off about work, sorry," Purin took a deep breath, brushing it off calmly.
He told himself the young man didn't know what happened that night, and he had no intention of letting him know he'd been kissed by someone else.
"Oh, Khrap," Dear nodded, though he couldn't shake the feeling that Phîi Porsche looked tense. But he seemed beat, so Dear quickly tidied up the scattered stuff.
"Not looking anymore?"
Whoosh!
"Not looking anymore, Khrap. I might've taken it back home. I'll check my bag there first. Besides, you're back... want something to eat? I'll cook," Dear said, making the listener's mood lift instantly.
That meant Dear prioritized him over that Phîi.
Goddamn, Purin, getting chuffed over something like this?
Purin thought.
The thought made the young man frown, feeling like a lovesick kid with irrational jealousy... but he couldn't trust that young man who was sniffing around Dear one bit.
"How close are you?"
"Huh? Close with what, Phîi Porsche?"
I asked what you wanted to eat, man. Are you still half-asleep or what?
Dear thought.
"That Phîi, Oat," Purin clarified, making Dear let out an "oh" as he put the last pillow back on the sofa, answering with a wide smile.
"A bit, Khrap, Phîi. Phîi Oat was my Phîi wák. At first, I thought he was bloody strict, but after talking one-on-one, he's actually kind. And when they revealed the Phîi wáks, Phîi Porsche, Good Lord, he went from rugged bandit to total heartthrob. The young women went nuts. Thinking about it's kinda funny," Dear rambled without a care, glad to have something to talk about to avoid the embarrassment of that morning's kiss from Phîi Porsche.
He headed to the kitchen as he spoke, while the listener followed, frowning even harder.
"You like him?"
"Yeah, I like him, Phîi Porsche. Phîi Oat's pretty kind, even if his face is a bit stiff," the book-smart (but not street-smart) young man went on, opening the fridge to figure out what to cook, oblivious to how tense the young man following him was.
"There's bell peppers. Oh, I remember buying chicken last week. Let's do stir-fried bell peppers, an omelet, and... hmm, there's pork. Garlic pork it is. Been craving it," he muttered to himself, planning the meal.
"Phîi Porsche, what do you want to eat?"
Slam!
Bang!
"Hey! Mmph!"
Dear jumped when Phîi Porsche yanked his arm and slammed the fridge door shut. Turning to ask what was wrong, he could only widen his eyes in shock as the other leaned down and kissed him hard.
What the damn is Phîi Porsche doing?! Dear thought.
Dear tilted his head up, screaming the question in his mind, but no sound came out. Phîi Porsche grabbed his face, crushing their lips together like crazy. A hot tongue plunged deep, exploring the sweet cavity, making Dear's legs weak.
His hands could only grip Phîi Porsche's arms tightly as he was pulled closer.
Squeeze!
"Again!"
Dear trembled, eyes wide with panic, as a strong hand slipped under his uniform, fingers creeping up until he pushed the bigger young man away.
"Phîi Porsche, wait... hold on... don't pet there! What's wrong with you?!"
"You asked what I wanted to eat. Well, here it is—I want to eat you," Purin's reply left Dear speechless, staring at the calm, sharp face in shock.
His cheeks burned, and he quickly grabbed Phîi Porsche's hand before it touched something it shouldn't.
"Who said you could eat me? I didn't offer myself up!"
This morning you licked me like I was ice cream, and now you want me for dinner too?
Dear thought.
"Dear, let me ask you something," Purin suddenly said, making Dear look up, barely keeping up with the mood.
He met sharp eyes that weren't their usual playful sparkle but held a hint of something fierce, almost scary.
"Khrap?"
"You said your Phîi's like a heartthrob. So, between me and him, who's better looking?"
Good Lord! Phîi Porsche, asking this? Just bury me now. Who'd dare answer?!
Dear thought.
Dear's cheeks turned bright red, losing their original color. He wanted to protest that Phîi Porsche was teasing, but the straight face waiting for an answer made him avert his eyes.
Who's better looking? Dear thought.
Dear could only stare at the sharp face up close—thick brows, piercing eyes, sharp nose, perfectly shaped lips, hard jaw framed by dark hair. And Phîi Porsche in that shirt and slacks made his cool figure look three times hotter.
A face like that... honestly, it made Dear want to throw himself at him.
"Taking this long to think?"
How could I not? I could write pages describing your face!
Dear thought.
But the gruff tone of the young man waiting for an answer made Dear, whose face was burning and who hadn't thought of Phîi Oat's face even once, look up again.
"Do I really have to answer?"
"You don't have to. I just..."
Squeeze!
Dear froze when Phîi Porsche leaned down to kiss his neck, unbuttoning his uniform one by one, sending shivers through him. His hands weakly pushed at the broad shoulders.
"Phîi... stop... I'll answer, I'll answer!"
"Then answer."
"Again!"
Dear squeaked as long fingers brushed his lower stomach, creeping lower, sending desire coursing through him. Hot lips grazed his neck, making his breathing even more choppy.
No way, I'm not giving it up today like Jae Dream predicted!
Dear thought.
"Phîi Porsche! Phîi Porsche, you're the hottest in my eyes!!!"
The young man terrified of giving it up blurted out loudly, panting like mad as he pushed the now-still bigger young man.
Before Phîi Porsche looked up to meet his teary, wide eyes, Dear quickly added,
"Phîi Oat's not even half as hot as you, Phîi Porsche. You're, like, insanely hot, the hottest, no one comes close!"
"That didn't sound sincere."
"Hey!! It's super sincere! I don't have eyes for anyone else. I've been in love with you for over three years—how could I find anyone else hot?!"
Honestly, I've never found anyone as hot as Phîi Porsche, not one.
Dear thought.
The young man who claimed it wasn't sincere pulled back slightly, looking at the red-faced, blushing little one with trembling, embarrassed eyes that screamed he wanted to bite his tongue off.
And those cute words of his...
Smooch.
"That answer makes me happy," Purin felt the anger drain from his heart instantly as he pressed his nose hard against the white cheek, then moved to hug the slim waist tightly.
The close contact made Dear mumble softly,
"Phîi Porsche, your body's so warm**, man."
"That's because you're making me hot. Should've answered a bit slower."
Bloody fucking hell, Phîi Porsche loves teasing.
Dear thought.
Dear pouted in annoyance but didn't protest as the other rebuttoned his shirt. His heart was pounding, so happy to be with Phîi Porsche like this.
He quietly asked,
"So, what do you want to eat?"
"Eat yo—"
"If you say 'eat me' one more time, I'm not cooking, you damned troublemaker!"
The little one's threat, baring his teeth without realizing how red his face was, made Purin laugh.
His big hand ruffled the messy hair, pushing thoughts of that Phîi out of his mind.
"What are you making? I'll help," Purin said, and the little one grinned, satisfied with an answer that steered clear of giving it up.
He puffed out his chest and declared loudly,
"In this kitchen, I'm the boss, and you're my assistant, Phîi Porsche. Let's go!"
His attempt to take charge made Purin chuckle.
"Okay, fine, Khrap. But one day, this assistant's going to eat the chef right in this kitchen."
And what could the head chef say but turn red and yell...
"Phîi Porsche, you're bloody crazy!!!"
Hold up!! Does this mean I should be scared of when Phîi Porsche puts me in an apron? Dear thought.
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