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Pang was having a perfectly normal morning. As perfectly normal a morning that one could have when one was plotting to take down the director of one’s school. He sat at a table in the cafeteria by himself. Wave was off hacking something. He had left Pang’s room that morning more tense than usual and Pang vaguely wondered if it had something to do with his grandparents who had called him the night before. Wave had been too preoccupied with something on his computer to answer when they called but Pang could sense there was something wrong with the boy all night.
“Hey, Pang!” A voice behind him called, immediately followed by someone throwing an eraser bit at his head.
“What the hell?” Pang snapped and turned to see Ohm and Namtaan walking down the rows of cafeteria tables to sit with him. Ohm taking his usual spot at Pang’s side. Namtaan sitting across. Pang sighed, unable to stay mad at his goofy friend for long.
“You’ve been acting strange lately,” Namtaan commented as she sat down, leaning in conspiratorially. “Anything you want to tell us?”
Pang wanted to tell them. He wanted to tell them everything because these were his best friends. But it had been easier to distance himself from them when he knew in the long run they wouldn’t be punished for his and Wave’s revolution, should it fall to pieces.
Even so, Pang was a terrible liar.
“No,” he said, shifting in his seat.
Ohm took note of this. “Ohhhhh, rough night?”
Pang scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. What exactly did they think they knew?
“Pang,” Namtaan started. “We’re your friends. You know you could tell us anything and we would still accept you, right?”
“I don’t–“
“See,” Ohm interrupted. “I told you Namtaan, asking him directly is a better course of action.” Ohm turned in his seat to face Pang directly. Pang. “Are you sleeping with Wave?”
“What?”
This was not where Pang thought this conversation was going. He had thought maybe one of them had overheard him talking to Wave in class about the coup, or had seen Wave’s wound and wondered what had happened or had noticed the glares Pang had been sending towards their teacher ever since he had discovered his potential.
Not–
“We don’t care if you’re gay Pang,” Ohm stated very matter-of-factly. “But Wave? Seriously? That guy is a nutcase!”
“He did try to take over the school.”
The problem was that Pang was kind of sleeping with Wave.
But not in that way.
Ever since they had started working together, Wave had spent more and more time in Pang’s dorm. Some nights they would stay up too late and Wave would groan about being too lazy to return to his own room so he’d spend the night. He complained about Pang’s floor and couch being too uncomfortable so the two boys shared Pang’s bed.
But that was it.
Pang would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.
On the rare morning he would wake up before Wave he’d watch as the sun hit the boy’s face just right. And admire how unkempt his hair was. And how soft his lips looked. And how soft he looked when he wasn’t calling Pang an idiot. But then his nose would scrunch up and he’d reach for his glasses. By the time he got them on Pang’s eyes would be closed.
But that was all Pang. He didn’t know if Wave felt the same way. Or could feel the same way. Namtaan had told Pang the story of Wave and his teacher and couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when he heard about it. But he could be bi, like you , he supposed.
But perhaps that was just wishful thinking.
“I’m not sleeping with Wave,” he told his friends.
“You don’t sound too convinced about that,” Ohm said.
Pang met his friend’s inquisitive gaze.
“We’re not sleeping together.”
“But, are you gay?”
Pang felt sweat beading down his neck.
“Sorta? I don’t know what that has to do with anything though.” Ohm and Namtaan both leant back in their seats, exchanging a look that Pang couldn’t read. “I’m bisexual,” Pang clarified. “I like girls and guys.”
“Aha! So you do like Wave!”
Yes! Pang’s heart sang. Yes but it isn’t going to do me any good. Because if our plan fails I might never see him again. I might not even remember him. I can’t allow myself these feelings for him.
Pang looked at his friend. “I don’t know why you would jump to that conclusion,” he stuttered. “Just because I like guys doesn’t mean I want to have sex with every cute guy I see.”
“You just called him cute,” Namtaan noted.
“Is there a reason we’re talking about this?” Pang asked, frustrated, embarrassed.
Namtaan and Ohm exchanged another look.
“We noticed that you two had been hanging out more recently,” Namtaan started slowly.
“At first we thought he might be blackmailing you, y’know cause he’s the worst and would stoop that low. Especially after everything that went down at the midterms,” Ohm continued. “So we asked Claire to look at your emotions when you two were together. “
Pang gulped.
Shit.
“And?”
“Pang, the light around both of you was pink.”
Both of you .
“Oh.”
The light around both of you
“I see.”
Was pink.
Pang really didn’t know what to say.
His phone buzzed.
A text.
From Wave.
Room. Talk?
For a tech genius Wave sure didn’t grasp the concept of text-talk. Or how it would send a spike of anxiety that coursed through Pang’s veins as he wondered what Wave could possibly have to talk about. Had Claire intercepted him and told him that Pang liked him? Did Pang disgust him? Pang already disgusted him but he didn’t think he’d be able to handle it if Pang disgusted Wave because of this.
The light around both of you was pink.
But could that have just been Pang’s emotions leaking over. Was Wave even capable of having an emotion so potent that Claire could see?
“I have to go,” Pang said quickly and stood. Speed-walking towards his dorm.
Ohm and Namtaan both sighed.
“I think we scared him off,” Ohm pouted.
“I don’t know,” Namtaan said. “I think this may be something he has to figure out for himself.”
Pang made it back to his dorm in record time. Wave was already lounging on his bed. One leg bent. Back curved leaning over his phone. Pang cleared his throat and Wave looked up.
“Oh good, you’re here,” Wave sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of Pang’s bed, patting the spot beside him as if it wasn’t inviting Pang into his own room. “Come look at this.”
Whatever was on Wave’s phone was important. At least Pang thought it probably was. When he sat beside Wave all he could think about was Namtaan’s words.
The light around both of you was pink.
“And– Pang? Are you even listening?”
“What?” Pang looked up to Wave and realized how close he was. Pang froze as Wave tsked and shook his head. But as Wave’s head turned back to his phone Pang caught a faint colour of pink dusting his cheeks.
“Do you like me?” Pang blurted out before he lost the nerve.
This caused Wave to pause. Pang had definitely caught him off guard, watching him take a moment to smooth over his features.
“Is that a problem?”
That was not how Pang thought he would respond.
“No. No problem.”
“Good. Now as I was saying–“
“Aren’t you going to ask how I know?”
Wave paused again, this time looking straight ahead. He clicked his phone off and pocketed it. Turning towards Pang he pulled his right leg onto the bed but made no move to move farther away.
Pang shifted awkwardly under Wave’s scrutiny. But Wave didn’t falter.
“Was it Claire?” he asked.
Pang nodded.
“Nosy bitch.”
“Don’t call girls bitches.”
“Or what?” Wave leaned in.
“Just don’t do it. It’s not nice.”
Closer.
“I’m not nice.”
Closer.
“No, you’re not.”
The two were nearly nose to nose. Pang gulped and stole a glance at Wave’s lips. They were so close. If he just–
Luckily Pang didn’t have to think too hard about it because before he even knew what was happening Wave was pressing his lips against Pang’s and all of Pang’s anxieties melted away.
Kissing Wave wasn’t something Pang allowed himself to wish for. But now that he had it he wasn’t going to let him go. Somehow he had pulled Wave onto his lap, their lips never leaving each other. Because once they did they would have to talk about it. And neither boy wanted that. Not now. Wave’s hands were in Pang’s hair pulling him infinitely closer and closer. Pang’s hands found a spot on Wave’s waist. Wave’s body was slim, his waist impossibly perfect and for the first time Pang allowed himself to think about the sounds Wave would make as Pang took him apart. Pang was sure his lips were bruised, they felt bruised. Wave kissed like he did most things, with no remorse. When they broke apart for air Pang noticed that Wave’s lips were bruised too and it stirred enough emotion in him to lean back in again.
It wasn’t until Wave’s hands flew up to unbutton Pang’s shirt that Pang thought maybe they should talk about this.
“Wave. Wave,” Pang tried, through taking heavy gulps of air.
Wave instead pressed an open-mouthed kiss along the side of Pang’s jaw, trailing down, letting his teeth scrape along his neck.
“Wave,” Pang’s breath hitched. “Can we talk about this? ”
Wave sat up, wrapping his arms around Pang’s neck.
“What is there to talk about? I like you and–”
Wave ground his hips against Pang’s.
Pang felt like he was going to explode.
“–and obviously you like me.”
“Right, I do. Yeah I do. But I’m a little confused.”
“That’s nothing new.”
“Wave.”
“I don’t usually let myself feel things,” Wave admitted.
Uhh, okay.
“But you’re like a virus, Pang.”
“That’s just what a guy wants to hear when he’s got his crush on top of him. That he’s a virus.”
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it like, you’re the first person I’ve ever considered a friend, and I can’t seem to get rid of you. And I don’t think I want to.”
“Are we friends?”
“Aren’t we?”
Pang looked down, where his hands still clutched Wave’s waist. Down to Wave’s knees that were on either side of him as well, his hips low enough to graze Pang’s growing hardness.
“I’m pretty sure friends don’t kiss each other,” he said, leaving everything else unspoken.
Wave removed his glasses and put them to the side.
“Then maybe I don’t want to be friends.”
He leant in again but Pang stopped him.
“I thought you were basically blind without your glasses.”
Wave rolled his eyes. “I’m nearsighted. I can see you just fine.”
Pang blanched.
“Does that mean–” on those mornings that I wake up before you. And thought you couldn’t see me staring at you.
“Yes, I know you like to watch me when I sleep, Weirdo.”
Pang feels his face heat up.
Then Wave does something incredibly out of character.
He laughs.
“Relax, I kinda think it’s cute.”
CUTE!!?!??!?!
Was this the same Wasuthorn Worachotmetee that tried to take over the school just a few months ago?
“You look cute when you’re being stupid too, which luckily for you is most of the time.”
“Hey–”
Wave took that moment of disbelief to push Pang onto his back. He made quick work of unbuttoning his own shirt, tossing it over his shoulder then returning to Pang’s hungry awaiting lips.
Pang had never kissed a boy before. He’d never kissed anyone before. But he must’ve been doing a fine job because when Pang gathered up the courage to lick into Wave’s mouth, Wave made a sound that made Pang’s pants feel just a little bit more too tight .
Pang wondered if Wave had done this before. He would’ve been surprised if you had told him, yeah Wave’s a sex god , or whatever two days ago but when Wave’s experienced hands slipped Pang’s belt off all bets were off.
“Wait, Wave.”
“Is this okay?” he asked, with a softness that gave Pang whiplash.
“Yeah, it is. I want to. But I’ve never–”
Wave’s hands paused, “you haven’t?”
Pang shook his head no.
“Even with that friend of yours?”
“Who? Namtaan? No, I mean. I liked her. Used to. But I don’t anymore, haven’t for a while. A long while.”
“I see.”
Pang didn’t want Wave to get discouraged. In fact he could see a thousand insecurities flash behind his eyes.
“Maybe we should stop,” Wave said quietly. He was about to crawl off when Pang inexplicably found himself grabbing his wrist.
“I like you now, Wave. I’m crazy for you in case you haven’t noticed. And I would really, really like to keep kissing you and maybe, probably more like, right now.”
This time it was Pang who didn’t back down. He sat up so his eyes were level with Wave.
And when he reached for Wave, pulling him close by the back of his neck, all of Wave’s protests died on Pang’s lips.
“Someone looks happy?” Ohm teased as Pang sat beside him in the cafeteria the next day for breakfast.
“Do I?’ Pang said, fighting back a grin. “Didn’t notice.”
“Ohhhhhhhh? Did something happen with Wave that I should know about?”
Pang looked around the cafeteria and when he deemed it safe that no one was eavesdropping he leaned in. “Remember what you asked me yesterday, and my answer was no?”
“Yes. . .” said Ohm.
Pang grinned.
“NO! SHUT UP!” Ohm exclaimed.
“Shhhhhh. I don’t need the whole cafeteria to know.”
“YOU SLEPT WITH HIM?”
“Keep it down Ohm!”
“Holy shit dude,” Ohm whispered. “Congrat, I think. Man, you work fast.”
“Why did I tell you?”
“You’re okay right? He didn’t coerce you into anything?”
“No he didn’t coerce me into anything.”
“Holyyy shitttt.”
“Who’s coercing someone?” Namtaan asked as she sat down with her breakfast across from the two.
“Our little Pang was deflowered.” Ohm whisper-yelled across the table.
Pang blushed. “I don’t think everyone needs to know. Besides, how do you know I wasn’t the one doing the deflowering?”
“You’re telling me that Feisty McEvilpants is a bottom?”
The three looked over at Wave who sat two tables behind them. As soon as he made eye contact with the group he looked away, acting as though he hadn’t been listening.
Pang slapped the back of Ohm’s head. “I’m saying it doesn’t matter and you shouldn’t assume things.”
“Okay, okay I got it. Ouch.”
“Well I hope you’re being safe, Pang. I don’t think I have to remind you that–”
“Nope, I don’t think you have to remind me either, but thanks Namtaan. So are we working on that assignment in my room?”
“Sure!”
“Yup!”
The three begin to leave but Pang held back, detouring to where Wave had been sitting alone on his phone.
Wave was already gone.
Luckily Pang knew where he had probably gone.
“You could’ve sat with us.”
Wave leant against the rail of their rooftop. “And ruin my sterling reputation of being a social outcast? No thanks.”
“Yeah well you’re my boyfriend now so I think that reputation may be a little tainted now.”
Wave blushed and looked away and Pang realised what he said.
“I mean. I think? Are we boyfriends now? I’d like to be, that is, if you would also like to be my boyfriend.”
Wave turns to him, raising an eyebrow. “Why? So you can boast about me to your friends?”
“Yes,” Pang replies, with no shame. “Among other perks.”
Wave sighed as he walked over to Pang, then once he was close enough he took Pang’s hand and kissed his palm.
“Then I’ll see you later… boyfriend.”
“Agh!”
“Namtaan?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Namtaan.”
“. . .”
“Namtaan–”
“Nothing’s wrong, I just got startled.”
“What could’ve startled you about Pang’s bed?”
“. . .”
“Nothing.”
“Did you… just use your potential?”
“It was an accident!”
“Oh my god…”
“What? What did you see?”
“I saw nothing.”
“Come on Namtaan, look how red he is! Tell me! Tell me!”
“No, do your homework.”
“Eughhhh.”
“Namtaan–”
“Don’t. Just do your homework Ohm. And Pang?”
“... yeah?”
“I am very happy you two are being safe.”
“NAMTAAN!"