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At this moment, Oat can only stand and watch his romantic partner talk to an attractive young man in a blue student uniform. The other party seems both happy and shocked to see Shin. However, that pleasant smile on the attractive face does not make him frown as much as the warm smile Shin gives.
He cannot deny that these two people are well-suited.
Is this the kind of thing Dok Khem talked about... a large-built man and a cute, endearing little-one... the ideal compatibility.
But Oat only thinks that much, before the mixed-race young man breaks away from that youth and comes straight to him.
"Let's go, Phîi."
"And..."
"Just greeting each other as acquaintances," the red-haired young man says flatly, as he leads the way into the movie theater without thinking to look back at his former romantic partner, unlike Oat who still glances back.
He looks and sees that youth is still watching them with a gaze that is both sad and full of longing, seemingly not trying to hide it at all.
Why does he feel the two of them probably did not end on good terms, contrary to what Shin is trying to show.
Furthermore, the senior of the young men cannot help but compare himself to the blue-uniformed youth... there is not a single thing alike.
Shin's former romantic partner is attractive, a little-one, needs looking after, while he...
What are you (Mueng) thinking, Oat? He already knows Shin never accepts anyone. It is no surprise that his former romantic partner would have to be this style.
At the same time, Nǎai Chonnon is thinking about the conversation they just had. Focus's eyes said he wanted to see him as much as he feared him. It is no surprise, since the last time they met ended with him punching Focus's new romantic partner to the ground. But meeting today proves something in his heart.
It is gone... the fresh, gaping wound in his heart is completely gone. There is no pain, no ache, or the feeling of wanting to punch someone to properly match the past betrayal. It has all become the past. Perhaps it is because he now... has this bloody bear next to him.
Shin flicks his gaze to look at the person sitting beside him, then turns back to look at the screen again. He remembers the time Phîi Oat asked.
If Focus is a rabbit, then Phîi Oat is probably a bear. Not cute, not the type he has liked for many years. Just a boring bloody senior who always cares only about rules. However, after getting to know the real person, he has become charmed by this bear until he cannot withdraw.
Boring, but sincere. Not cute, but honest. Most importantly... this heart is more stable than his former romantic partner's, to a degree Focus cannot compare.
This man has his own charm. Just as this Shin-jang person is glad that Dear already has Phîi Porsche, otherwise he probably would not have fallen into his lap.
Whoosh
"Hmm." Oat, who is immersed in his own thoughts, can only turn to look when he feels a warm touch on his forearm. He sees the person next to him leaning an elbow on the armrest, leaning his body towards him until his shoulder and Oat's are pressed snugly together. The soft sound makes Shin raise an eyebrow slightly as if asking what is wrong.
The action, which seems natural and unintentional, makes the onlooker shake his head. Before he realizes it, he has pushed the matter of that attractive-faced youth out of his mind and leaned towards the person he came with. Throughout the movie, their shoulders... remain closely pressed together like that.
No sweet words needed. No excessive touching needed. No secretly doing anything behind people's eyes. Just the comfortable atmosphere between two men who are romantic partners... that is all.
***
"Auntie, one bowl of noodle soup."
"Two, Khráp, Auntie."
After leaving the theater, Shin, who today agreed to park his car at the university and ride out on his partner's cool mini-bike, pats the driver's shoulder heavily and points to the yellow sign often seen by the roadside. The driver agrees to slow down. So now, the two young men, who already ate dinner once before the movie, are having another late-night meal.
"Thought you were full earlier."
"It digested already," Shin says, nodding, stretching from sitting astride the cool motorcycle a bit, while the driver asks with surprise.
"You ate noodles earlier, and more noodles now. Aren't you bored?"
"I like noodles. In junior high, I used to tour around Tokyo eating ramen with friends. Here, I also like to eat kway teow. When sucking hot noodles and drinking fragrant broth into the mouth, it is delicious," the mixed-race young man explains simply, as he grabs the pitcher, pours water into a glass, and hands it to the other party.
"Seems like when you were in Japan, you (Khun) did many things."
"That's right. The heavy times were in junior high. Being mixed-race is not always good. I was different from others. Plus, I transferred mid-semester at first. Met people looking for trouble, so there had to be trouble... Oh, the name thing was similar too. When in Japan, I didn't use my Thai name. When telling anyone, I gave my Grandfather's surname." Oat looks at the other's face quietly. He does not know, the more time passes, he thinks Shin is revealing more of his true self... again.
This time, there is no mocking smile, no telling it as if everything is a joke in life. Shin just tells him. In his eyes, it is like he is remembering that time there, and then he smiles... a smile that Oat just feels is not a mask.
More natural than the warm smile he gave to that former romantic partner.
"And the band thing?"
"That was after returning to Thailand..." Shin goes quiet for a moment, before raising a smile that the onlooker feels displeased by... the pitiful smile he once gave to him, but now Shin seems to be giving it to himself.
"My friend who is the lead singer... is the new romantic partner of that youth." He does not need to say which youth; the listener figures it out almost immediately, frowning sharply. Some premonition is poking at him heavily.
"Before or after he stopped being with you (Khun)?"
"Before..." Shin says with a relaxed manner, then leans his face in a bit closer. His sharp eyes gleam more intensely.
"The first betrayal I was okay with. But if you (Phîi) betray me, I told you... it is to the death." Then the mixed-race young man pulls away, as two bowls of noodles are placed on the table, leaving the listener just staring fixedly at the handsome, villainous face of the junior in front of him.
Suddenly, he feels that everything Shin does that seems like a joke was never a joke to this person.
Nǎai Chonnon is more serious than he thought.
"Do not worry, Ná. I want to be with you, Phîi, meaning I like you Phîi. About my former romantic partner, I stopped thinking about it long ago." Then the person who lowers his head to sip the hot broth says simply, making the senior sigh in relief.
"If there is anything I can help with..."
"Then help me stop pining for my friend and turn to love me instead."
Having said that, the speaker looks up and wiggles his eyebrows at him, making the listener just stare dumbfounded, then lower his head to start eating his own noodles, because he expects that if they keep talking, Shin will never speak, and somehow he will get drawn in.
After each finishing a bowl of noodles, Shin sits on the back, quiet for just a moment before raising a wicked smile. Both his hands then place on the driver's thighs, and he leans in until close to his back.
"What are you doing!!!" The person controlling the mini-bike almost brakes and pitches forward when he feels the warm touch on his thighs, just a little away from the strategic point, making the person behind laugh in his throat.
"No need to take me to my car. To your (Phîi) dorm is fine. I want it, Wá." The deep voice sounds close to his ear, and it is not just words; the person on the back grabs the crotch of his jeans, making the driver almost cause them both to fall off the road edge, and he can only reach to grip the junior's wrist tightly.
"Chonnon!"
"Heh heh. Here feels something... it is hard already, Wá."
Let-me-die!
Not only does the mixed-race young man pay no mind, but his low voice also seems pleased with what is being stimulated in his hand, until Oat curses loudly and speeds up more, because otherwise, he thinks someone like Chonnon is ready to do anything he wants, and having sex on the road is certainly not beyond his romantic partner.
***
"Hmm~"
"Hack..."
Inside the former Head wáak's dorm room, two men are exchanging a fierce kiss. Their faces are tilted to the right angle, sucking each other's lips until smacking sounds echo throughout. Their tongue tips touch tightly, almost becoming one flesh, while their palms both reach to grab and knead the other's crotch, with neither yielding.
"Hee, really sensitive, you (Phîi). Looks like you could not hold out since earlier," Shin says jokingly, while using his fingertips to knead the extremely hot flesh within the pants, making Oat groan hums in his throat.
"You (Khun) are the same. Felt it since you grabbed me, right?"
"Correct. I really wanted it since before eating noodles." Of course, Shin-jang speaks directly, before taking a deep breath when the large hand is stroking and kneading his tendon and flesh no differently. Then it is Oat who moves to press and kiss him again.
"Said you (Khun) were not easy, Ná." The mixed-race young man is the one who sends a cunning smile, making the person who had rejected him before frown.
"Because at that time, you (Khun) and I were not anything yet."
"Then it means now that we are romantic partners, anytime is fine, right?" If it were anyone else, they might think the speaker is angry, because it seems like they are together for that reason. But not with Shin, who is licking his wet lips while raising a satisfied smile, as if the thought of having sex anytime is exactly what he wanted.
And that makes Oat seem to get a hotter face.
"You (Khun) really are..."
Smooch
"Mmmmm." Before he can utter a scolding word, Shin tilts his head and pulls the other's shirt to press against his lips fiercely, making every word swallowed in his throat, leaving only a scorching hot touch that seems to make the mood rise higher and higher.
"The more we kiss, the more I want." Even if Oat does not say it, he feels the same, because the large hand pulls the scorching hot core of the junior in front out of his pants and strokes it firmly, until drops of sweat start to seep around the sharp face of the mixed-race young man.
Whoosh
And before Shin can respond, the slightly taller person sinks to his knees in front of him, making the red-haired young man quite surprised.
This kind of person would agree to use his mouth for him?
"You (Khun) have done it for me, I want to do it for you (Khun)." Even though the speaker does not think anything of it, Shin immediately breaks into a smile. The large hand places on his well-shaped head very gently. His heart feels indescribably good.
Someone like Chonnon is ready to give to the person he loves, but he never thought he would receive something equal. With Focus, he gave, Focus received. That was the relationship of the two of them. But with Phîi Oat, it is different. He gives, Phîi Oat will give back. That makes him even more confident.
When he gives love to Phîi Oat, he will receive love in return.
"Mmm, close your lips a bit, you (Phîi). Don't let... ah... there be gaps." Shin groans in his throat when the warm lips take his member in. But the newness of it makes the red-haired young man almost laugh, but in the end, he can only speak in a low voice as his own mood flares up even more intensely.
"Ah... good... like that." Having said that, he looks down at the handsome, sharp face that seems too focused on servicing him, so he pretends to push his member deeper into the other's mouth, making Oat widen his eyes.
"What? I can still make you (Phîi) do it. Yours is not small."
Oat does not argue, besides moving his mouth to take it deeper, even though the size of the person in front is not small. His tongue tip licks the scorching heat all along the length, hearing the other's satisfied groans until he also finds himself strange.
He is satisfied to know he can make someone like Chonnon satisfied in the taste of love.
Smooch
"Enough, Hòe."
"Hmm?" Oat looks up immediately when the junior in front suddenly grips his head tightly, his voice heavy, before Shin continues, while taking a deep breath.
"I am the one who invited. You (Phîi) do not need to do it for me alone."
"But..."
"Come here." Shin says nothing else but clenches his jaw to suppress his own mood, then pulls Phîi Oat to follow him quickly, pushing his partner to lie down first, making the other widen his eyes, about to insist he would never agree to be on the bottom, but Shin, who jumps onto the bed with him, is not in time... instead, he turns his head towards the foot of the bed.
The posture, even unstated, Oat understands immediately, when the other's core is near his face, while Shin is also using his tongue tip to lick the scorching heat, making the recipient jolt intensely.
"Heh heh, this way is fair... but do not think about messing with my backside. I am not in the mood to be under anyone right now, because if you (Phîi) touch, you (Phîi) should not expect to survive," Shin cuts him off first. It is not that he dislikes opening his legs for Phîi Oat, but doing that is more tiring than usual, and with an early class tomorrow, he will pass for now.
Finished speaking, Shin lowers his head to deal with sucking the moist tip gently, making Oat tense his abdomen until it is visible, groaning lowly, before grabbing the hot tendon to use his lips to rub and pull on it too, a competitive desire surging from who knows where.
Oat feels that now, if anyone lets go first, it probably means... losing.
Therefore, each party uses their lips to the fullest, the other hand also stroking and kneading the balls until Shin even closes his mouth tightly, then pays back by using his tongue tip to press hard on the tip, making Oat jolt and gasp. The cutting contest makes panting breaths echo, mingling with the sound of lips moving more vigorously each time.
Now the large bed is crumpled, the blanket flung aside. When Shin flips over to lie on his side, facing the part he is helping to rub and pull with his hand, Oat also does not let the other party go easily, even though he is also full to the brim.
"More... let it out, Ná." Shin pulls away to say in a thick voice, before shuddering all over with the novice who is trying to make him let go first.
"No way!" Oat retorts, making the red-haired young man pull away from the part he is handling and turn to confront his romantic partner face to face, his sharp face sweaty and raising a fierce smile.
"Then try," Shin says, then quickly pulls the other to press into a kiss, inserting his tongue tip into the scorching hot mouth cavity, tangling with the soft tongue that seems to hesitate for a moment, before responding by pulling the fiery red hair closer.
Smooch
This time, the mouth is replaced by palms rubbing and pulling the other's member with neither yielding. Their bodies rub against each other until extremely hot, both cores rubbing and grinding every time their hands move, until groaning hums echo throughout.
"You (Khun) cannot hold out anymore."
"Hee, you (Phîi) are the same." Shin pulls away to lock eyes with the face drenched in sweat, about the same as his, knowing that hot fluid is about to brim over.
Their gazes meet each other, before Shin smiles.... Oat smiles.... and their lips press together snugly... releasing their desire onto the other's hand fully, with no one losing or winning.
The action makes panting breaths echo loudly, and then Oat speaks up first, when Shin collapses face down onto the pillow.
"I have never been so tired with anyone before as with you (Khun)."
"And is it good?" The question makes the listener pause for a moment, before flipping over to hug the other loosely.
"Better than winning a race, let's say."
And that makes Shin laugh loudly. He does not answer the other's words, because this much makes him feel indescribably satisfied.
In the future, yes, sex between them is not a problem. But it is love that he must patiently wait for.
***
The second semester has passed for one month. Besides that bloody Sun, who seems to follow Phîi Ryu closely, ignoring all dirty looks, everything has passed smoothly, in a way that Nǎai Dranphat has just experienced peace and quiet now.
No trouble is a great blessing.
"What the fuck are you (Mueng), sitting looking at a Coke can and grinning?" Âi'Shin-jang, who returns with a bowl of kway teow (who knows why he likes eating noodles so much), speaks up, making the listener grin even wider.
"Because I (Kuu) am happy."
"But I (Kuu) think in a little bit, you will seem like a crazy person, Wá." Dear closes his smile and bares his fangs at him immediately, but after a moment, he shrugs, not protesting back as usual.
"Crazy is fine, Wá... but what about you (Mueng), how are things with Phîi Oat? Hey, Phîi Dok Khem has come to subtly ask me (Kuu) several times, Wôoi, about what is going on with you (Mueng) and Phîi Oat." Thinking that talking about himself will lead to teasing later, the pup immediately turns back to his red-haired friend, making the listener shrug.
"Tell her that..."
"Yeah, what, what? I (Kuu) want to know too." The listener's eyes sparkle, making the person about to put noodles in his mouth send a super handsome smile.
"... mind your own business, Khráp."
Thud
"You (Mueng) sure you are asking me to tell Phîi Dok Khem, and not cursing me (Kuu)?" Why do I (Kuu) feel Âi'fucking-guy is full of sarcasm?
And does the curser have any conscience? None, because he just raises an eyebrow and lowers his head to deal with his food, making Shin, who is sitting eating his lunch, laugh happily at his small friend's dog-ass-like face.
"Come on, bloody Dear, never mind Phîi Dok Khem, even you (Mueng) and I (Kuu) still do not know what that guy and that bloody senior with the broken face are to each other." True to the nature of people who have hated each other since last semester, Shin does not fail to call the fierce-faced person that. And really, even as friends like this, Âi'Shin-jang has not hinted at all about what his status with Phîi Oat is.
Really, he cannot imagine what they are like in bed.
Phîi Oat with the fierce face and low voice, and Âi'Shin-jang with a hundred battlefields... who is on top, who is on bottom, Wá?
"Hey, never mind that Khun-chai first. What about you (Mueng), Having time to meddle in others' business means you have no problems with your Phûa now, right?" The question makes Dear frown sharply—even if he is naive, he can detect the tone, Wôoi.
"You (Mueng) talk as if I (Kuu) fight with Phîi Porsche three times a day, after meals."
"It is close, Wá. Last semester, there was almost trouble every month," Nǎai Athit says knowingly, recalling what happened last semester, making Dear make a horrified face and start counting something in his heart.
"Yeah, Wá. Once a month... this semester, don't have any, Wôoi. I (Kuu) am happy now."
"Hahahahaha. Are you fighting with your Phûa or counting your period cycle? Heh heh. Trouble every month." Sun laughs heartily at the person sitting counting his fingers with a serious face, as Shin also remarks flatly.
"I (Kuu) also heard that you (Mueng) and Phîi Ryu have trouble every night."
"That is not called trouble, Wôoi. It is called foreplay before homework. Have to provoke him until very annoyed. When in bed, it is so loooovely," the psychopath says that, then laughs merrily with the mixed-race friend who lately also seems to be in a better mood than usual, as both fail to notice their small friend who seems to be getting stressed.
After being teased by friends, he starts to feel like this is the calm before the storm, Wá.
It should not be. Like, there are no problems, right? No third party. They love each other well. Homework is never lacking.
A small problem is that Phîi Porsche often scolds him to go to bed, but other than that... super happy.
The thought the pup uses to comfort himself.
"Phîi Porsche."
"Hmm."
"Phîi Porsche."
"Khráp."
"Phîi Porsche."
"Heh heh, if you have something, say it."
During the night, Dear is sitting cross-legged hugging a pillow on the large bed, his mouth calling the person sitting working on the other side of the room, making Purin laugh in his throat, feeling the little-one is demanding attention, so he tries to stop himself from looking up.
Which brat is this, pup?
"Finished work yet?"
"Do you see me sitting eating rice or something?"
Phîi Porsche is a bloody annoying fucker!!! Dear thinks while baring his fangs at the person reading documents. He has been sitting buried there since returning, so he wanted to ask if it would be long, and if so, did he want something warm to eat, he would make it. But it seems his goodwill is met with an annoying fucker response.
"Yeah! Saw you eating paper as a snack." The answer makes Purin burst out laughing, while lowering the documents in his hand, and then he sees the youth, no, the cutest pup in the world... the person hugging the pillow like a child, making a pouty face, glaring sideways. However you look, he really seems punchable.
"Pouting, pup?"
"Why would I pout? Just called and you did not turn. Just asked and you were an annoying fucker. Why should Dear pout? Make a salad, why?"
"Hmm, good then. I will not have to coax," Purin says while standing up, gathering the documents into a pile, then twisting his body to relieve the stiffness, looking at the clock to find it is very late.
"Look at that face. If no one said you will be nineteen in four months, I would think you are nine years old."
"One word 'child', two words 'child'. Oh, you old person eating a youth!" He retorts. See, I (Kuu) am so childlike. And that makes Purin pause for a moment, walking closer, before leaning down to look at the bright-eyed youth in a thin tank top and loose sweatpants, then grabbing one end of the pillow to shake it gently.
"Ever heard? Eating a youth makes you live long."
"Then in ten years, will Phîi Porsche go find other youths?"
"No. In ten years, I believe my romantic partner certainly will not have broken up."
Mwah
Finished speaking, Purin gives a loud kiss on his cheek and then walks swiftly into the bathroom immediately, leaving the person trying to organize his thoughts with a small open mouth.
Thump!
"Woai!!! Dear is not a child, Âi'bad-natured-person!" Dear throws the pillow towards the bathroom door that is immediately shut tight, shouting loudly, his legs kicking and writhing on the bed. He knows his nature is childlike, but why tell him he is a child who does not know how to grow up? Although, really, he secretly feels good that Phîi Porsche said they would still be together in ten years.
Saying this means they will not abandon each other, Wôoi. I (Kuu) remember, I (Kuu) remember.
"Speak impolitely... After showering, I will come out to punish!!!" Then the old person's voice shouts out from inside the bathroom, making the listener stick his tongue out at the door, implying he is not afraid.
"Really? Come out then. I can strip and wait." Having been together for five months, someone like bloody Dear is not shy or embarrassed anymore, except when stared at a lot, then his cheeks just redden on their own.
Then the person who said he would strip and wait lies down rolling on the soft bed, soon bursting out laughing, thinking that lately he and Phîi Porsche like to argue about trivial matters. Moreover, in the end, he loses every argument. But however he loses, there is always someone to coax him, Wá.
But then, the phone ringtone interrupts his thoughts, making the pup flip over to lie prone, then crawl sluggishly, extremely lazy, towards the black communication device that is blaring its ring, grabbing it to see an unfamiliar number, hesitates a bit, looks towards the bathroom where the sound of water is heard, then decides.
"Hello, Khráp."
"Daddy!!! Daddy!"
[[Translator's note: This is in English in the Original Thai text.]]
However, the clear voice that comes through makes the listener's eyes widen, mouth gaping. If this were a cartoon, you'd hear a loud musical sting. The mansion of happiness shatters and disappears once again, along with the only thought echoing in his head.
When did my Phûa go and drop an egg?!?!?
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