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By the time the BMW sedan turned and parked inside the large house, the short hand of the clock was already pointing at the number four. Only an awkward silence filled the car. And of course, after the former Head wák had nearly yelled at Shin at the race track almost an hour ago, it was no wonder the half-Thai young man was utterly fed up, to the point he told himself...
Other times he was quite interesting, but when he acted like the Phîi wák of the cheer team, he was extremely boring. "Alright, we're here. Are you satisfied now?" Shin pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the large house, which was completely dark, with only the garden lights on, revealing a beautiful Japanese-style garden. His other hand pressed the button to close the electric fence as it slid shut.
"Hmm," was the long-sighed reply from the red-headed young man, thinking back to why he had a guardian who was only two years older escorting him right to his house.
"You cheated me! You tried to make my bike fall! A win like this doesn't count!!!!"
As soon as Âi Max lost the race, he yelled loudly, threw his helmet down, and then rushed to shove Oat's chest with full force, causing the person who was high-fiving his close friend to almost lose his balance. It was fortunate he caught the fist aimed at his face in time.
"When did I cheat? Everyone saw you couldn't beat me."
"Âi-damned-animal-dog! I don't accept that I lost! It was clear you cut me off, tried to make my bike fall! You cheated me!" It was another instance of that sore loser dog yelling loudly, until his friends hurriedly pulled him back. But his two hands still held tightly onto the winner's shirt, while Oat just looked on calmly.
Wow, this is what they call a sore loser asking for a kicking, isn't it? There are dozens of witnesses that you lost to my friend, and you still won't accept the truth," Phîi Sai-fah interjected, already starting to roll up his sleeves. Meanwhile, the older twin moved to stand beside his brother, implying that if there was any trouble, the twins were ready to jump in and kick that troublemaker's chest immediately.
"You lost... and I want an apology," Oat said flatly, not showing any sign of caring about the yelling. This made Max clench his fists so tight his body shook.
"Don't forget that you ambushed me off the track," and that made Oat warn him in a strong voice.
"Wha... don't you spout nonsense! Me? I never hurt you! Don't you frame me! Why should I apologize for something I didn't do!!!!" Of course, with a personality like this, he wouldn't accept it at all. Even though he lost completely, a person like Âi Max would not utter an apology, causing Oat's eyes to gleam sharply.
"Hey, Âi shit-lizard! You almost got my friend killed! His bike is still being repainted in the garage! Are you a man or not? If you dare do it, you should dare to take responsibility!" It was another time Phîi Sai-fah yelled thunderously, making as if to lunge forward, but was stopped because Oat raised a hand to halt him first.
"Not necessary, Âi Sai-fah."
"Bu... but is your friend even a man? How can he dare to make up a story like this? I only agreed to his terms because I wanted to race, not because I actually did it at all! If you're so sure, then find a witness to prove that I hurt him off the track!!!!" Max said with an upper hand, also making an annoying fucker face, confident that there were no witnesses to the incident that day. Everyone only knew that he and Âi Oat raced outside the track, and then Âi Oat's bike fell, that was all.
"Then... if you get a witness, it means you will apologize, is that right?"
Shin, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward to stand directly in front of him immediately, and said with a smile that made the corners of his mouth twitch, causing him to narrow his eyes.
"Red-head! Oh, yeah, whatever. So what? Are you going to say you just happened to be there that day or something, Âi..."
"What if I said yes?" Everyone at the track fell silent in unison, all looking at the half-Thai young man at once, and that made Oat move to grip his junior's shoulder, thinking with a headache that more problems were sure to follow. It seemed this Nai Chonnon had no regard for the fact that he was throwing problems onto his own head.
"You... who would believe that? You came with Âi Oat, of course you'd say that!"
"Oh, can't you remember the person you challenged to a race before challenging Phîi Oat... I was the one in that car. Oh, but with a brain full of despicable-person stuff like yours, you probably don't remember. No problem, I have the names of everyone who witnessed the event that day. There are people who can confirm that you squeezed Phîi Oat's bike off the road," Shin said casually, while giving a superior smile, causing the listener to become flustered, looking left and right, seeing only condemning gazes from his fellow racers.
"Wha... you're lying! Who would believe you?!!"
"Fortunately, I believe him."
Then the person who was like the ruler of this track said simply, making everyone turn to look at Pakin, who stepped between the two men. His slanted eyes turned to meet the half-Thai young man's with a meaningful look that made Shin feel exasperated.
He now knew whose gaze this person resembled... someone he had been very close to in Japan.
After that, this Âi Pakin guy turned to look at Âi Max's face and said in a decisive voice, "If you still want to come to this track again, apologize to Âi Oat. Whether you really ambushed Âi Oat or not, you lost to Âi Oat on this track. Do what you agreed to." The decisive tone of the track owner made Âi Max so angry his face turned red. He looked at the Phîi wák with hatred, acting as if he wouldn't comply, but was stopped because his friends tried to whisper to him not to cause problems with Pakin.
"I'm sorry! But you remember this, today's matter isn't over! And as for you, Âi red-head... you dared to frame me, you better watch out!"
He pointed a finger in his face, swore a long stream of vulgarities, looked at him with hatred, before spinning around and walking quickly to a car, revving the engine loudly as if to spite everyone at the track, and drove off at a speed that made many girls scream in startled alarm.
Everything seemed to end well. There was no violence, no bloodshed, only the sound of a dog barking carried on the wind. But Oat turned to him and nearly yelled, asking if he realized what he had just done. Of course, Shin replied that he knew, making the other party insist on escorting him home, with the reason that... there was no guarantee that Âi Max wouldn't ambush him.
Therefore, after Shin felt impressed by Pakin's management—where as soon as the race ended, the truck carrying the motorcycles drove away first, and then everyone at the track dispersed very quickly—only a few minutes after driving past the street corner, the sound of police sirens blared on the road, indicating that the police would come only when... everything had already been cleared up.
"So what now, Khun Phîi wák? You escort your junior to his house in the junior's car, so how will you, Khun Phîi wák, get back?" This time Shin turned to look at the person beside him, also raising an eyebrow a little, the corner of his mouth lifting at the person who probably didn't expect his house to be inside a village with an area where the houses barely related to each other like this.
Of course, there was no taxi service, since each house had more cars than the number of residents.
This time Oat really had to think hard. He was relieved, though, that this Âi youth was safe.
"How do people in your house usually go out?"
"Don't ask something you should already know the answer to." Oat even raised a hand to massage his temples, looking at the half-Thai youth who stepped out of the car, and also stretched lazily as if touring the race track was no different from going to an amusement park. Then he walked around the car to the person who was considering whether it was better to borrow his junior's car first.
Creak
Shin opened the driver's side door, then used both hands to place them on the car roof and the door frame, trapping the senior lower than himself. Then the handsome face that girls dreamed of lifted a malicious smile.
"I think you'll have to stay at my house tonight."
And that was the last thing Oat wanted.
"I can sleep on the sofa downstairs."
"If you want my housekeeper to chase you with a broom at five in the morning, thinking you're a thief."
Oat sighed in frustration. Being at the house of someone who had once invited him to sleep together was not something he wanted today. But there were no options. Letting him borrow the car first wasn't a matter of being close enough to trust with a car worth millions for a joyride. So he had to accept the proposal helplessly.
"Let's just say, whenever I wake up, I'll have someone from the house take you outside." Of course, Shin didn't think to say "however early it is." For him, it was "whenever I wake up." There was no need to be so considerate of this Phîi wák, after all.
"Dear has stayed over before... shrug." While leading the way up to the second floor, Shin paused for a moment, looking at the guest living room where the...
"You have to sleep in the same room as me. I hope you're not too fussy." The half-Thai young man preempted him simply, then stepped ahead into the spacious room where on one side several guitars were set up, and the amenities were complete... even excessively so.
This youth was spoiled and used to getting his own way. That was Oat's first thought upon seeing the bedroom of someone who had everything. No wonder he had the habit of doing everything he wanted to do.
Thump
"Here, a towel. I thought you might want to shower. Wear my clothes for now." Then a clean-looking towel was thrown onto the bed, while the room owner was pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to give him.
"Hey, why do you look so surprised?" Shin asked immediately upon seeing the strange expression on the senior's face as he received the clothes and towel to hold. Before Oat could give a slight smile.
"No... I didn't think a person like you would know how to take care of others."
Thump
"I never thought, huh, that Phîi Shin would take care of others so well. I thought only people waited on him."
"... I thought you..." The words that were about to overlap with someone else's made Shin clench his fist tightly, a lump in his chest throbbing violently, before he raised a self-pitying smile.
"Didn't care about anyone at all." / "Had people waiting on you, right?"
Thump
As soon as Oat continued, Shin interjected immediately, thinking the other party must say something similar to someone who had once looked at him this same way. However, Oat went in a different direction, making the listener fall silent immediately. The expression that seemed indifferent to everything was more tense than before, causing the large senior to frown sharply.
"Hey, and you thought that a person like me only has people indulging me."
"I did think that. But I think even if someone indulges you, you probably wouldn't care about those people... Wait, Chonnon, are you okay?" Oat agreed to answer the question, before asking with concern when he saw the person rubbing his face vigorously with his hands and then slumping down to sit on the edge of the bed as if exhausted.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"You remind me of someone." Shin looked up to meet the eyes of the person standing in front of him, and that made the other person's heart skip a beat. Within the eyes that seemed indifferent to everyone, a flash of distrust appeared for a moment. A look like someone who had been hurt, which trembled for a fleeting moment and then faded away.
And that made Oat ask with interest... He had never seen this junior make such an expression before, not even during the talent contest.
"Is he like me?" Shin scanned the person in front of him with his eyes, before letting out a laugh when he thought of his ex-lover's image.
"As alike as a rabbit and a water buffalo." The comparison made Oat look at him strangely, watching the person who was now smiling broadly as if in a better mood than the hurt look in his eyes moments before.
"I probably don't want to know if I'm the rabbit or the water buffalo."
"Heh heh, you don't want to know."
"So what did that person say to you?" But then, the senior circled back to the original topic, making the listener pause for a moment, his sharp eyes flickering for a blink towards the person digging up a past where he had trusted the wrong person. But it was only for a moment, before a malicious smile and dangerous glint returned to his eyes.
"I'll tell you, if you agree to sleep with me."
"Good Lord, can we not get past this?!" Oat swore immediately, looking at the person who was talking to him nicely one minute, and the next changing into a promiscuous youth who had free sex with him all over, until he turned towards the bathroom on the other side of the room. It was an answer that he didn't want to know any more.
Slam
Behind the handsome senior's back, Shin let himself fall to lie spread out on the bed, his eyelids closing as he muttered to himself.
"I said that because I know what you would choose." The person who didn't want to dig up old stories told himself, admitting that there was still a fragment that missed his ex-lover who was once so dear to him.
First love... that didn't work out.
"And this time it seems like there's no chance either." The words sounded disheartened. But after a moment, the handsome young man smiled on his lips, before letting out a low chuckle in his throat.
"But you never know until you try, right?"
When Oat stepped out of the bathroom, a blanket was spread on the floor next to the bed along with another pillow. The room owner was sitting on the bed listening to music, swinging his feet. When he saw him, the junior nodded towards the blanket.
"You probably don't want to share the bed with me." Shin said simply, then bounced up to use the bathroom himself, leaving the listener silent towards the person who knew everything so well. His large hand rubbed his wet hair vigorously. His sharp eyes scanned the room.
Right now, he was too tired to turn on the television, too lazy to walk over and get a guitar to strum a tune, and not sleepy enough to lie down and sleep. Whenever he raced, the adrenaline and excitement would surge, making him unable to sleep because his brain kept recalling the challenging moments.
Therefore, exploring his junior's bedroom became the option Oat thought would not be too disruptive.
"What is this?" Well, he admitted he expected to find only condoms or things like that, but Oat was observing that every spot in the room had something particular.
"Lego?" Oat murmured softly while picking up a small building block, but one that was tinier than the ones he used to play with as a child. In his hand was a small acoustic guitar placed on the bedside table. Then he walked over to the bookshelf, one side of which was crammed full with books in many languages, but the other side... resembled a display case for works.
Tiny blocks assembled into various shapes, both famous landmarks like the Tokyo Tower, the Eiffel Tower, strange-shaped buildings, not to mention a large Japanese house with an extensive compound consisting of a main house, garden, wooden fence, all made from these tiny little blocks.
However, the most eye-catching was probably the one assembled into a band with a drum set, guitar, bass, and the lead singer's microphone, until Oat bent down to look at the guitar in his hand.
It would probably fit perfectly in the empty space left for it.
"Are you interested in nano blocks too?" Oat hadn't even noticed when the room owner had stepped out of the bathroom, because his gaze was fixed solely on the display that was probably his junior's hobby, either assembled by himself or bought for collection.
"These are building blocks, right?"
"Yes, but they're smaller than regular building blocks. They have them in Thai department stores, but I mostly buy them from Japan..." When talking about this, Shin, who today consented to wear pajamas (which were just a single pair of sleep pants), stepped closer, then opened a drawer, revealing jars of multi-colored nano blocks filling the entire drawer, sorted by color and type.
"It's a hobby. For when I'm free from composing songs."
"So this is yours?" the Phîi wák asked while holding up the small guitar in his hand. The person looking at him frowned sharply, snatching the small piece from the other's hand immediately.
"Sorry, I saw it on the bedside table."
"It's fine... I used to be in an underground band in high school... but we broke up. The lead singer was too much of a shit-lizard to handle." The half-Thai young man said simply, while placing the guitar that probably represented himself back on the bedside table where it belonged, making the listener frown sharply.
He moved to sit on the blanket spread on the floor, but in the end, Oat didn't think to ask about that, but chose to return to what interested him.
"Have you been assembling these for a long time?"
"Oh, this thing?.. Not long. Before this, I assembled Lego. Someone taught me that when we focus on something, time always passes quickly." Suddenly, Shin brought up something about himself, not thinking it was any secret that needed hiding.
"In the past, every school break, my mother would have me stay in Japan... It was my grandfather's condition. He said if my father took his beloved daughter away, he had to bring his grandson in exchange." Shin said with a smile, yet his eyes showed a hint of loneliness when he thought of his childhood, having to leave his parents to live in another country.
"At first it was fun, sure, but in middle school I had to move to study there for almost two years. It was absolutely torturous." The storyteller continued speaking as if amused, but for some reason, the listener felt that the tone still carried old feelings, until he started to look at Nai Chonnon, the person who dared to pick a fight with Phîi ra-bìap in the new cheer team.
Perhaps the reason Shin seemed like an obstinate person was because of his childhood experiences.
"So what did you do?"
"I was still lucky to have many good family members there. My Phîi, no, my cousin, was the one who told me to try finding something to do, that time would pass more quickly. So I started assembling Lego. But it was too big. After assembling a lot, I disassembled and threw away many sets. Later on, I started playing with nano blocks; they take up less storage space."
The story made the listener see new perspectives he had never seen from the person in front of him. And that made Oat smile slightly, leaning back against the bed frame, listening to the other person talk on and on.
"Don't you feel regretful?"
"Between being scolded by my father for having no storage space and having peace and quiet, which would you choose?" The words made Oat laugh out loud. He understood immediately.
"Heh heh, I get scolded by my mother all the time since she found out I chose to ride a motorcycle."
"Does she know about you racing at the track?"
"If she knew, she'd probably die of shock." The listener laughed loudly, harmonizing with the voice of the storyteller who could easily imagine what expression his mother would make if she found out he was risking his life racing like that. The laughter destroyed almost all of the awkward atmosphere between the two of them.
The laughter made Shin lower his gaze to look at the person sitting beside his bed, looking at the neatly shaped black hair covering his head, before his lips lifted into a cunning smile.
Whoosh
Therefore, the room owner moved down from the bed and sat next to the person who was laughing, making Oat turn to meet his eyes.
Grab
"Hey!!!" Then, before he could react, the junior's hand grabbed him right at the center of his torso, making Oat yell out in surprise.
"Just as I thought, really." Shin chuckled in his throat, looking at the startled person, before continuing.
"You're more aroused than normal because of the race at the track, right?"
Everything went as expected. Some people who experience excitement, their bodies often become alert accordingly, and certain things might easily trigger arousal. And the proof of this thought was in Shin's hand.
It's really awake.
Grab
"I don't play like this!" Oat grabbed that hand immediately, his eyes gleaming sharply until they were frightening. The laughter transformed into a stern, fierce voice that the listener did not flinch from, still chuckling in his throat.
"I'm helping you, repaying you for taking me to the track today... It's not sex, no kissing, no hugging. Just helping out as fellow human beings. Sounds good, right?" The red-headed young man said simply, but that made the listener clench his fists tightly. The pent-up arousal was being awakened by the junior's hand that wouldn't let go easily.
"No fellow human beings do this to each other."
"Then the meaning of the words 'fellow human beings' must be different for you and me." Shin said simply. Then he proceeded to reach into the handsome senior's pants in a way Âi Oat couldn't stop in time.
Superior. "Like this, will you really refuse?" A teasing tone accompanied by a smile.
"Ngh!" Oat made a sound in his throat as a palm slowly stroked up and down his rigid member, stirring the pent-up arousal to blaze more and more. His mind tried to tell himself to refuse the help he didn't want, but it seemed that rejection was not something Shin liked.
Therefore, the large member was carefully pulled out of the sleep pants.
"Let go!"
"If you really want me to let go..." Shin replied, while using his hand to grip around the burning hot part, then moved his hand up and down slowly, looking at the face where large beads of sweat were breaking out everywhere. The expression seemed to be trying to suppress his own arousal and saying he didn't want it, but... other parts of his body were betraying their owner.
Whoosh
"Hey!" Oat even cried out when the junior managed to lower his head to between his legs, even though his expression didn't change one bit, but sent his warm tongue tip to lick the center of his torso.
"Not many people use their mouth on you, right?" The doer said while using his tongue tip to lick from the base to the tip, his other hand stroking without any disgust. He analyzed the reactions of the person who was shuddering intensely, making Oat clench his fists tightly.
"I don't think it's... necessary.... Mmm..."
"Try something new sometimes, Khun Phîi wák. It's not like this thing can only go into the front of women." As he said this, the guy opened his mouth, taking the head into his mouth, and sucking hard, making the recipient tense up. His mind still tried to refuse the excessive help, but the scorching hot mouth cavity that was swallowing him made the person with surging arousal only able to clench his fists tightly.
"Nature... made it... that way."
"Hmm... surprising to hear that from someone who likes men." Shin pulled away to make eye contact for a moment, before doing something Oat didn't expect.
Whoosh
"Ah! Chonnon..... Ngh...."
Warm lips opened, then took the large member into the hot mouth cavity all at once. The action made the Phîi wák lean his head back against the bed frame. The tingling pleasure and happiness surged throughout his body, until he inadvertently forgot himself and placed one hand on the red head, while a thought flashed through his mind.
His junior was good with his mouth.
"Mmm... I did it myself... enough!" Even though he wanted it almost madly, Oat still suppressed his own groans, speaking in a hoarse voice, looking at the person who was pushing his mouth in and out, accommodating the center of his torso more and more forcefully, while glancing satisfied at his reactions.
Furthermore, those words of prohibition only made Shin speed up his lips more. Tasting the peculiar taste of the cloudy fluid seeping from the tip, his hand moved to stroke the base forcefully, satisfied with the other party's humming moans.
While Oat was looking at the junior's face attentively pleasuring him... the bright colored mouth enveloping his rigid member, the tongue tip licking skillfully, the eyes narrowed as if satisfied with the taste, until he had to clench his jaw tightly. The desire that hadn't been released with anyone for a while was making everything happen too fast to react.
"Enough... Shin... stop first...."
Of course, the words of prohibition could do nothing to the person speeding up his lips. Even knowing why the other party was stopping him, he even opened his throat and pushed the large member in almost completely, making Phîi Oat groan loudly.
Whoosh
"Hack... hack... hack..." The cause of Oat's shouted prohibition was released into the mouth of the person who received it all.
Meanwhile, the panting sounds of the person who had released himself echoed along with the sound of the air conditioner. As for Shin, he spat the substance in his mouth out and stood up immediately.
"I'm sorry..." Oat started.
The half-Thai young man shook his head, then just walked into the bathroom like that. Afterwards, the sound of water followed, as the person outside could guess the other was rinsing his mouth. And when Shin came back out, Oat had already put his weapon back into his pants, his sharp face showing a stern expression.
"I shouldn't have..." Oat tried starting again
"I was the one who offered to help. Therefore, you don't need to apologize to me. And this, I don't count this as you sleeping with me. It was just oral. It's just that. You took me to the track, I used my mouth for you. Done. Fair and square." The room owner said while walking over to grab a towel to wipe his mouth, which was still beaded with water droplets. He turned to look at the senior who wore a stressed expression as if he had just cheated on his Mia and found it amusing.
"If you're so stressed, just think a dog licked you, Phîi." Finished speaking, Shin walked to turn off the light, then lay down to sleep as if nothing had happened, unlike the person feeling guilty who still sat motionless in the same spot.
"You can sleep now. It's past five. The sky will be light soon." The room owner called out, making Oat sigh long and hard, then finally lie down to sleep, even though in his head he couldn't shake the image of his junior using his mouth on him.
Today, the expression he thought would only be indifferent had changed into many forms... fun... lonely... sad... and excited. That made the heart that seemed like it could love someone else beat with a strange rhythm.
No, it's not that. It's just because of the residual arousal from what happened, that's all.
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