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Tiger has been in Boston for exactly three hours.
He hasn't kissed Dannue yet.
He hasn't been able to truly talk to him yet, actually.
Tiger caught an uber to Dannue's campus apartment, then he essentially settled in and got onto his own laptop to do work while the other man virtually attended his morning classes.
Tiger went to Dannue's bedroom because of the list of calls he had to make, not wanting to interrupt the other man during class. He'd pressed a sticky note letting Dannue know why he was leaving the room before he did it because he'd been on the receiving end of a pout the minute he stood up from the couch.
Their fingers had been intertwined on Tiger's knee.
"—I don't care what you have to say about it, Min," Tiger's glaring at his computer screen because this stupid debt call list has him ready to shatter his phone and laptop against a wall right now. "You owe us over thirteen thousand baht, and we haven't received a thing. It's been three months, and you missed every single installment meet-up. Either you give us 6500 in two days, or we come show you what you actually have to lose here."
"Tiger, you can't just—" Min tries to argue as the door opens, but Tiger slams his hand down against his laptop hard enough for it to echo through the phone, cutting him off.
"Min, I know where your fiance spends six hours of her day," sneers Tiger as his fingers clench harder around his phone, ready to play the last warning card he has before he tells P'Singha to rip this man's face off his head. "Should I go let her know that you took thirteen thousand baht from us for a wedding that doesn't belong to her? Because I can do that right now with an ease that will have you sobbing because of how quickly she'd end everything with you and disappear."
"Tiger, don't tell her man. Come on, you can't do that to me," Min's pleading to him as though he has any room for it.
"Min, you have two fucking days. Get the sixty-five hundred to us, or there will be more than a broken heart trailing after you. Don't make me find you in person," snaps Tiger as his lips curl into a snarl before he tugs the phone away and ends the damn call. "Swear to everything holy that I'm going to beat Singha's goddamn ass when I get back home. He knows I can't stand Min, but nooo, make Suer call the asshole about the money he owes on his monthly installments."
Tiger's still muttering his irritation as he typed out an email to his brother. After he harshly presses the send button, he packs everything back into his bag with an irritated huff.
"Well, that didn't sound very fun," Dannue's voice is soft, not curious, but observant.
"It wasn't, but how much of that did you hear?" Tiger winces as he looks up to meet Dannue's eyes.
"Enough to know that this Min guy probably deserves an ass-kicking," replies Dannue with a soft chuckle as he walks over and sits on the edge of his bed. He takes Tiger's hand in his own, fingers brushing over the red swirling across his palm. "Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want a distraction?"
"I could really use a distraction," sighs Tiger as he stares at their hands.
That's probably why he's surprised when Dannue moves, when his lap is suddenly emptied before it's filled again.
Dannue straddles his hips, still holding Tiger's hand like it is too important to let go of as it's pressed against his chest. Tiger stares in surprise as Dannue leans in and nuzzles their noses together.
"This seem like a good enough distraction?" asks Dannue softly, almost shyly as he leans back to look at him, letting go of Tiger's hand only after positioning it on his own thigh instead.
"Oh, it's definitely a good distraction," replies Tiger quietly as his hand gently squeezes the muscle under it while the other finds its place against Dannue's lower back. "I'm just surprised that you straddled me."
"I told you that I was expecting a kiss," Dannue whispers the words as his fingers lace behind Tiger's neck.
"Yeah," murmurs Tiger as he leans in, rubbing his nose against Dannue's. "I promised to give it to you."
Tiger leans in, keeping his promise, and Dannue sighs the second their lips press together. It's everything Tiger thought it would be as his head tilts, their lips slotting together as Dannue presses into it more, and he falls back slowly as a tongue finds his bottom lip.
Dannue moans as Tiger's fingers dig into his thigh and back, teeth scraping across his bottom lip.
Getting lost in the taste of Dannue, in the sounds he makes as their tongues introduce themselves, it makes Tiger's head spin.
Breathless is the only descriptor that comes to Tiger's mind when he rolls them over, one knee planted between Dannue's legs as he pulls away. When Dannue chases him, Tiger gives in with three pecks before pulling away completely, a smile curving his lips.
"Nue," murmurs Tiger as he looks down at the other man. "You're addicting."
"Good," replies Dannue as his fingers tug at Tiger's hair. "Because we're definitely going to do that more often while you're here."
Tiger chuckles, "I can't wait."
They still have to plan a date, but Tiger leans in again anyway because those fingers are tugging at his hair again.