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"Âi Oat! My printer's out of ink!"
"And what's that got to do with me?"
"Good Lord, friend. You answer like you really love your friend. I've got a presentation today, you know, Âi-broken-spear. In a bit, I'll email it to you. Print it for me." The voice of Âi Sai-fah complained over the line, making the person sitting on the steps of the main building frown sharply. Oat did feel sorry for him, but...
"I'm at the university now."
"Hmm. What the bloody fucking hell are you doing there now? Class isn't for over an hour. Freshman orientation's done, you know. Don't have to worry about any young kids seeing you." Âi Sai-fah said oddly surprised. Hearing his voice, Oat knew that as soon as he agreed to handle the printing, someone like Sai-fah was ready to flop down and go back to sleep at any moment.
Usually, he'd just walk to a copy shop around here. But today he was genuinely busy.
"I've got a little business... you should pry your shit-lizard eyes open, wash your face, brush your teeth, and quick find a print shop.
Or tell Âi Payu to help. He wakes up early."
"Help what, you Phîi wák? He just finished his project and fell dead-asleep around five in the morning. I helped him glue until three in the morning. If I become a glue-sniffing kid, it's because of my twin brother!" Sai-fah's answer made Oat laugh in his throat. He could picture these two perfectly. But today, he really couldn't help.
"Let's say I'm busy. That's all."
"Hey! You damned shit-lizard Oat!"
Oat didn't listen to the wailing of his close friend over the line. He was confident that if Sai-fah opened his mouth a bit more, Âi Payu would get up and stuff something in his mouth himself. As his sharp eyes stared at the road in front of the building, hearing a motorcycle, he leaned over to look, alternating with nodding and returning wais to first-years passing by.
"Why park here?" Oat's deep voice muttered to himself as a luxury car of British make drove up and parked a bit past the building. But it blocked his view as he was looking for someone, making his dark eyebrows frown tightly. And it didn't just park for a second either. It parked for almost ten minutes.
Bang!
"Hmm."
Whoosh
But as soon as Oat saw who got out of the car in a flustered manner, his tall frame stood up quick. Then he quickly took long strides towards the person who was walking this way with a stubbornly bowed head. Both hands tousled his own hair awkwardly.
"Dear"
"Ah...Oh, Phîi Oat. Hello, Khrap." Oat almost smiled when Dear startled hard, making a dazed face, before looking up at him with red cheeks. And upon realizing who it was, Dear quickly raised his hand in a wai with a manner that the more Oat looked, the more attractive it was.
"Hello....Is everything okay? Your cheeks are red."
Slam
"Ah, are they very red, Phîi?" Just Oat saying that, the young man in front immediately raised both hands to grab his own cheeks. Dear looked up to ask uncertainly. But the slightly trembling round eyes, as if embarrassed, made Oat feel his heart skip a beat.
"Take your hands off. Let me see." Dear hesitated for a split second before lowering his hands to scratch his neck, revealing childlike clear skin that was deep red. That attractive face looked up at him, and sure enough made Oat's heart beat harder.
"Your face is red...what did you do?"
"Uh..." Dear really only made a sound, then turned away. Until Oat saw a dry smile, a manner of bowing his head, scratching his ear and neck, Oat feeling a mix of wonder and fondness.
"It's nothing, Phîi. Just...like...uh...it's nothing. Really nothing." An answer that couldn't even be called an answer. Then Dear quickly looked up, changing the subject flat out, in a way Oat could barely follow.
"Ah....Phîi Oat, I found your jacket...Hey, hey! Not 'found'. I didn't lose it. I mean, ah...I just sent your top to the laundry, Khrap. Tomorrow I'll return it. Heh heh." The young man who had confessed to not knowing where he put Oat's top made Oat laugh out loud. Looking at those clear eyes, he thought this young man probably couldn't lie to anyone.
So, I lost his jacket and just found it, right? Dear thought.
"Tomorrow's fine... You came early today."
"Just a bit, Phîi... I was going to find something to eat." Dear could only answer dryly. He didn't want to say that he had already made breakfast, but the whole way from home to here, he just kept chatting about this and that with Phîi Porsche. And when they arrived, Phîi Porsche, bloody fucking hell, didn't know where he got this dying urge from, kissed until his lips were almost sore. And did he think he'd have the sense to carry the breakfast box down then?... Managing to bring both body and soul together is good enough!
Ah, it's seven-thirty... I have class at nine... Dear thought.
"Let's go!" Thinking for two seconds, Dear immediately agreed. At this time, which of his friends would show their face at the university? Having a known Phîi to sit and eat with is better than sitting alone.
Thud
But then Phîi Porsche's little one froze upon seeing Phîi Oat's wide smile, which he could swear he'd never seen before. He didn't know if he was imagining it, but Phîi Oat seemed awful happy.
Yeah, or does Phîi value a friend like me? Like, just having someone to eat with makes him happy, Dear thought.
Dear told himself, overthinking already (but could only think this much). As he walked side by side with Phîi Oat, the embarrassment from what happened in the car began to fade. Enough to chat and laugh with Phîi Oat. Unknowingly... Purin, the owner, was watching.
Slam
Meanwhile, Purin was gripping the steering wheel of the luxury car tightly. He just wanted to make sure his little one walked into the building. But the image of that Phîi standing waiting for Dear made displeasure flash in his chest. And he got even madder seeing the gaze directed at his junior.
A look like this, why didn't he know what the other fellow was thinking?
I should have told that kid what's what that day. So he wouldn't have hope like this, the young man thought as he forced the car to turn out of the university. He tried to stay calm that as long as Dear didn't think anything, he could be at ease. Even though a throbbing headache was attacking him more and more.
"Âi Sun! Did you pick a fight with someone?"
As soon as he saw his close friend's face, Dear exclaimed loudly, pointing at Sun's face which had a large bruise under his eyes. But he still bloody fucking smiled widely, laughed loudly, and said proudly with a full mouth.
"Cat scratch, man."
"A damn house cat? A bruise like this?"
"Well, not sure. If he provoked a big, powerful cat." And Âi Shin said flat, even though his eyes were still glued to the game on his iPhone. Âi Sun nodded blankly.
"Yeah. But do you know which cat of mine it is?"
"I'm not dim-wit like Âi Dear."
Good Lord, talking like that, you want to fight me or what!
Dear could only sigh heavily, awful annoyed, as these two started speaking their cat language that someone like him bloody fucking couldn't understand again. He could only flop down to sit, grab his beloved phone intending to find something to relieve his annoyance, and then saw a Line message notification that made him press to look.
Phîi Oat: Thanks for the water this morning.
A short message that made Dear feel that Phîi Oat wasn't just kind. Phîi was bloody kind. It was just that Phîi Oat paid for his meal, so he volunteered to walk to buy water and refused to take the Phîi's money. Didn't see any need to thank him. But both hands typed fast in reply.
You're welcome. Next time Phîi Oat treats me again, I'll treat you back to water.
Sent it and even added two laughing stickers. Then started checking Facebook bunch. He didn't realize at all that he was giving Phîi hope again.
Meanwhile, Sun was smiling a little, smiling a lot, thinking about yesterday when, after finishing the second kiss, he bloody fucking spoke too quickly.
"Phîi, your thing is hard."
That's it. Phîi Ryu, bloody fucking hell, punched him right in the eye socket. Face deep red, awful angry. Used his knee to hit his stomach again, then quickly left the bathroom without turning back to curse like he always did.
Sun looked very embarrassed.
He wasn't just Phîi Ryu who was worked up. I was awful turned on. I didn't want to say how many times I'd jerked off just seeing Phîi Ryu's flushed face, pouty and wet mouth like that. From just wanting to tease at first, but going back and forth, if this cat was going to be this attractive and exciting, having to dodge both elbows and punches like this... letting it go would be dim-witted, Sun thought.
If I want to do more than kiss... which plan is good? Sun thought.
The happy manner of his two close friends made Shin look up for a split second, then shake his head slowly, looking down at the phone where a message appeared.
Last night, Phîi had a lot of fun. Let's have fun again sometime.
Shin looked with cold eyes for just a few seconds before deleting it without care.
If it's just sex, with one person, one night is plenty, Shin thought.
"Oh, Phîi Oat. Hello, Khrap. Do third-years have class in this building today? Met twice already."
Dear could only look up at the person approaching with a wide smile. Greeted jokingly that they met again. Made Phîi Oat pause for a moment before shaking his head.
"I just came to see a professor. And you're going back now?...Should I take you?"
"Hey, Phîi. No. I'd feel bad." Dear quickly shook his head. Even though he was a bit interested, he genuinely felt bad for the other fellow to take him to drop off at the condo. Besides, it wasn't even evening yet. It's only four in the afternoon. Can find a motorcycle taxi and be there in minutes.
"I'm going that way anyway. Just a quick detour, won't waste my time." Phîi Oat said with a faint smile that made Dear smile easily. Even though he felt awful considerate, if it's just catching a ride to get off, it shouldn't be a big deal. Besides, Phîi Oat is willing to take him, right?
Plus, don't have to hail a taxi myself, don't waste money, and get to ride a cool motorcycle. Also, Âi Sun has to go help the club committee with faculty month stuff. Âi Shin has someone coming to find him again.
"Then, trouble..."
"Ah, one sec, Phîi." But before Dear could agree, his phone blared a ringtone, making him quickly snatch it with trembling hands. Didn't need to see the name to know immediately who was calling.
Shooottt
"Khrap, Phîi Porsche." Dear took a huge gasp, trying to calm his pounding heart as he pressed to answer the other fellow. Didn't realize Oat standing with him fell stone silent immediately upon hearing this fellow's name.
Dear's Phîi, I see, Oat thought.
Oat told himself quietly as he watched Dear make a 'one sec' signal, then turn his back to him. And even though he moved away a bit, both ears still heard that clear voice.
"Mhmm. I'm about to go back to the condo, Phîi. Anything up? Or want to eat anything special tonight?" Dear asked eagerly, suppressing a smile that threatened to split his ears to the best of his ability. His heart was pounding at the soft voice asking where he was now. Okay, I admit I'm bloody fucking crazy. But why? Just hearing Phîi Porsche's voice makes me happy. What's it to anyone? Dear thought.
"Then that means you're done with class."
"Done, Khrap."
"Good. Then meet at the building where I took you the other day. I'm turning the car in. No more than three minutes..."
"Hey, wait, wait, wait. Phîi Porsche, are you saying you're coming to pick me up?" Dear even opened his eyes wide, asking for confirmation, even though he was jumping for joy. And that made Phîi Porsche laugh over the line. Dear believed that if they were close, Phîi would sure rub his head.
"Mhmm. Coming to pick up Dear. Coming to pick up the little one. Coming to pick up my Nong.. .Okay, hmm?"
Bloody fucking hell, Phîi Porsche speaks like he's picking up three people. Heard that my positions are all gone. I'll combine them, I'll combine. I'll be everything Phîi Porsche stuffs me with, Dear thought.
"Okay, Khrap. Then see you." Dear quickly agreed and hung up immediately. He bowed his head, smiling at his phone like a crazy fellow, before remembering he was in the middle of a conversation with someone else. Until he had to tear into a wide smile, turn around and make eye contact with hot cheeks.
"Phîi Oat, I won't trouble you anymore, Khrap. My Phîi is coming to pick me up." The happy manner of the young man in front made Oat, who almost got to take him, pause for a moment. He secretly sighed to himself, then nodded.
"Another time is fine."
"Saying this means next time we meet, you'll take me, right? Good. Don't have to spend money on taxi fare." And Dear, in a good mood because his owner came to pick him, joked around.
Unlike Oat who forced a smile and agreed in a serious voice. "Mhmm. Next time, let me take you. Then I'll take you to a fine restaurant around here. I guarantee first-years don't know it."
This time, Dear opened his eyes wide, looking interested in the last proposal. In his heart, he was already thinking that next time he meets Phîi Oat, he must drag Âi Sun and Âi Shin along. Like, going with many people would be fun. Unknowing that Oat was inviting him alone.
"Then I'll go now, Khrap. Goodbye, Phîi." Dear raised his hand in a wai according to his well-mannered young persona, then tightened his bag strap and walked quickly the other way immediately. His round eyes shone with joy, making Oat's smile gradually fade. Suspicion was building in his heart.
Just a Phîi coming to pick him up has to make him that happy? Oat thought.
Sometimes I want to ask his Mâe what she fed Phîi Porsche. Why did he grow up like this? Dear thought.
Dear could swear he wasn't praising his romantic partner. No, his own special Phîi. But just turning the corner of the building to the back where there was a wide parking lot, the fellow parked by the curb while he himself stood leaning against the luxury car, arms crossed, looked fine...looked bloody fine. Even though he was making a straight face, even with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving a casual, not neat vibe like this morning, the more Dear looked, the more his heart pounded.
Good Lord, Dear. Just this makes your heart pound? Acting like you've never been with Phîi Porsche, Dear thought.
Dear's thoughts made him take two more gasps, tear into a wide smile, pretending not to know, not see the matter from this morning, and call out first.
"Phîi Porsche! Been waiting long?"
"Hmm."
Thud
Darn it. Why do I feel like Cupid shot an arrow? I must be crazy! Just Phîi Porsche smiling makes my legs shake! Dear thought.
Dear pressed his lips tightly, suppressing his trembling legs, walked towards the fellow who turned to smile at him. And just as he stepped within arm's reach, Porsche pulled him close immediately.
"Heh heh. What's wrong? Cheeks are bright red."
"Don't tease! Because it's you!" Dear said.
Dear quickly bowed his head, avoiding eye contact, because he was too lazy to be teased. His mouth changed the subject.
"How come you came to pick me up? Skipped work? I'll tell your Phôo that you..."
"Then tell my Phôo too that I skipped work to pick up my almost-romantic-partner."
"Uh." Dear really only made a sound. Who would bloody fucking dare? For me to go tell Phîi Porsche's Phô, 'Uncle, your son skipped work to pick me up because we just got together last week,' Dear thought. He could only bare his teeth at the fellow in front, making Porsche laugh loudly.
"Seriously, I didn't skip work. Today I went to check the site for the factory expansion part. Finished handling it and drove straight here...." Phîi Porsche said in a good mood. But if he's in a good mood, why did he choose to use his finger to touch Dear's chin and push it up!
"Ph...Phîi Porsche, let go. Someone might see." This time, Dear could only say in a trembling voice as their eyes met. And from experience these past few days, he knew what Phîi Porsche's gaze like this meant. Before, he thought it was a fond look, but now he's enlightened that it's not.
"Who is this 'someone'?"
Is Phîi Porsche pretending to be dim-witted? The university is full of students. What dog is Dear afraid will see? Dear thought.
Dear sent a sulky look Porsche's way. He intended to step back from having a large hand grab one of his arms. But he wasn't fast enough for Porsche who used the same hand to slide around his waist and pull him in loosely. Until Dear opened his eyes wide, quickly raising his hands to push against the broad shoulders.
"Hey, Phîi, what are you doing? Someone might see..."
"So what?"
"Phîi Porsche, what's wrong with you?" Dear could only ask in a trembling voice. He wasn't annoyed that Porsche was acting oddly surprising, but it's embarrassing. Would be bloody embarrassing if anyone saw him standing hugging Phîi Porsche like this. But it seemed this thought didn't get through, because he still stared at him still, pulled him a bit closer. Sharp eyes gleaming.
"Kiss me."
Kiss?! Bloody hell! Who gave something to my (?) Phîi Porsche? Suddenly acting crazy like this, Dear thought.
Dear complained loudly in his heart. His already large eyes widened to goose egg size, looking at the fellow who ordered him in a strong voice, disbelieving his eyes. He tried to tell himself he was sure being teased by Phîi Porsche. Seeing Phîi Porsche like this, he does like to tease, a real piece of work. He could only force a smile to cover it up.
"Hoh. I won't fall for your tricks. What are you trying to tease me about..."
"I told you to kiss me."
Thud
Dear, who was dodging to other topics, began to feel the oddness. The eyes that were usually sparkling became darker. What's more, the hand hugging his waist hugged tighter. The handsome, calm face became scary. And that made the low-EQ little one start to not know what to do.
"Ph...Phîi, what are you saying? Kiss here...you mean?"
"Dear."
Phîi Porsche, damn cheat! Why use a stern voice with me! Dear thought.
Yeah, I can only complain in my heart, Dear thought. Because when faced with a straight face, a stern voice, and eyes that seemed to say 'just kiss me already', he could only glance around wildly before looking up, intending to quickly give a kiss to end it with the fellow more demanding than usual.
Kiss
"Satisfied?...Mhmm!" But then, Dear could only make a sound in his throat when, just pulling away from the straight lips, Phîi Porsche, bloody fucking hell, pressed a heavy kiss down. The hand touching his chin gripped his neck, forcing him to tilt his head up to receive the hot kiss that pressed hard against his red mouth. His heart wanted to struggle away, but bloody fucking hell...he just kissed back anyhow.
Whatever. Who cares if someone sees....Ah, Phîi Porsche kisses mighty well, Dear thought.
Finally, Dear, who said no, no, could only open his mouth to receive the hot tongue tip that slid in. Light-colored eyelids fluttered shut with the pressing touch. The hot tongue tip intertwined inside until it created soft sounds of exchanging sweet fluid. Dear didn't know that Purin, kissing him, was opening his eyes to look over his shoulder behind him.
Heh
Purin laughed in his throat as his sharp eyes were looking at someone standing frozen not far away. The sharp eyes that showed an angry glint moments ago gleamed. The large hand hugged the waist of the coaxing little one tightly, displaying ownership. The mouth performed mighty well. But the sharply focused eyes that shot an awful fierce glare were meeting... the handsome Head wák.
An action that said Dear... belongs to whom.
Really, Purin didn't intend to kiss Dear here. But because he happened to look up and see that Phîi named Oat who had followed, hoping to know what was what, he just wanted to make it known by having Dear kiss him first. So...
After that, Purin didn't care what that Phîi thought. Besides Dear clinging tightly to his arm, he slowly pulled his lips away from the swollen, bruised mouth. His thumb gently wiped away the clear fluid.
"Cheeks are deep red, little one." The usual soft, strong voice returned. Made Dear, heavily panting, want to bare his teeth, but he could only bow his head silently. Both hands held onto the stout arms, trying to bring his breathing back to a normal rhythm. However, once he started to regain composure, he sensed something.
"Phîi Porsche, you're hot."
"Hmm." Purin could only raise an eyebrow slightly as Dear looked up startled. Then he quickly reached out to touch Purin's forehead. The embarrassed manner from moments ago changed to alarm immediately.
"It's true. You are warm." A remark that made Purin laugh. He also raised his hand to touch his own cheek. Had felt muzzy since morning, but he didn't think it was a fever.
"No. I told you I was checking the site two hours ago. Probably got too much sun. It's fine."
"Really?" Dear asked doubtfully, making Purin laugh. The large hand tousled Dear's head fondly. He willingly let go of the small waist.
"Worried about me?" Purin found the manner of Dear in front, who seemed to want to jump and bite his neck, amusing. But Dear quickly nodded as he jumped into the passenger seat.
"Worried. How could I not be? Without an owner, I'd be a stray dog. Not having that, hey.
Phîi Porsche treats me too well. I refuse to be a stray. So today, when we get back to the room, take preventive medicine, Phîi Porsche." Dear's mouth rambled on, but Purin could sense the concerned gaze directed at him, making him smile. The large hand shook Dear's head gently.
"Don't worry. I won't let Dear become a stray for someone else to take and raise." Purin said jokingly, not paying much attention to his own feverish symptoms. He paid more attention to the gaze of Dear's Phîi who turned away.
Even after doing all this, why do I feel I can't rest easy?... Probably worrying too much, Purin thought.
While Dear didn't think anyone would see, Shin, the half-Thai-Japanese young man who was waiting for someone, even whistled, watching the events unfold, seeing every shot, every angle. From Âi Dear looking up to kiss his Phûa, caressing his face and eyes with utmost affection, to the moment Phîi Oat turned away. He saw bloody everything from the car he was reclining in.
Your Phûa is as fierce as I thought, Âi Dear, Shin thought.
Shin muttered to himself, then watched the Phîi he'd felt suspicious of since that bar day. It became clear from the way he looked at Âi Dear.
"I'd bet everything. That Âi'Shorty is completely clueless." Shin said to himself while shaking his head slightly, then pushed his friend's matter out of his mind. Upon seeing the friend from a different faculty he'd chatted with at noon approaching from another direction, after the fine Aston Martin had driven away.
"I'm here." Shin opened the window and called out. Made the other fellow smile, then got in to sit as a passenger.
"Where should we go?" The question from the slim, equally tall fellow made Shin laugh, even though he wasn't amused at all.
"You should have known before confessing to me."
"That's true." The fellow beside him murmured softly, making Shin just smile faintly but say nothing.
There was only one thing he told himself.
Focus makes me not believe in love anymore, Shin thought.
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