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Pran layed his head on Pat's chest as his boyfriend started caressing his hair with the light touch of a single finger, like he always did once the heat in their bodies died down and their breathing settled into a steady rhythm, almost like he was scared Pran would crumble down on him if he handled him with a little less care.
Pat's skin under his cheek is warm and slightly sticky, and Pran would hate the sensation in any other situation; but it's Pat.
Laying like this allows him to see his boyfriend like he knows only he can: debauched and elated, and beautiful. He gets to press kisses on his neck and chest and cheek, on his chin and everywhere Pran's lips can reach by tilting his head up, and Pat lets him feel the smile that appears on his face before kissing Pran's forehead with contentment oozing out of him.
Pran would probably never have the face to say it out of the comfort of their love nest, but Pat's chest and the crook between his shoulder and neck, were some of his favourite places. It was just natural for him to fit in there, where Pat's comforting scent embraced him and the whole world stopped to let them love as much as they wanted.
Pat's soft chuckle vibrates in his face
"Well, look at you" his voice was teasing as he pulled Pran even closer by the waist
"So chatty earlier but you're so quiet now.
Why? Did I tire you out too much?"
"Hm. Maybe if my boyfriend hadn't been so excited the first time and made it last more than five minutes we wouldn't have had to redo it and I'd be able to move now"
Pat laughs
"We got it right the second time, so what's your excuse for the other two rounds?"
"I waited for a year, we gotta make the most of our time. Plus I didn't hear you complaining earlier"
Pat resumes caressing his hair while cooing at Pran with a playful undertone coating his voice
"Awe, my little bed freak had a hard time without me huh?"
Pran rolls his eyes as he lets a smile take over his face
"You're annoying"
"You love me"
"Mm. I love you"
Pat smiles at him, and he bends his head a little so he can reach his boyfriend's lips before trapping them under his own.
"I love you more"
"I love you more, actually"
"No, you don't"
"Yes, I do"
"I confessed to you with everyone from your faculty watching"
"And I was willing to run away with you"
"But I took the role for the play that one time so you wouldn't be in trouble"
"I stopped having toast with condensed milk for breakfast when you stayed at my dorm because I knew you liked them and wanted you to eat it instead"
"I learned how to bake a cake for your birthday"
Before Pran could answer him, Pat was already covering his mouth with his hand
"And I hand picked every flower in that bouquet I gave you when you finished your thesis, I think Korn's mom is still mad at me for emptying her garden.
And I hugged your shirt to sleep every night you were away"
Pran sighed and removed the hand from his face
"You're not gonna give up, are you?"
"No, because I love you more"
Pran rolled his eyes as a little laugh left his lips
"Okay. But I loved you first"
"I don't think so. I've loved you since middle school, it just took me some time to realise"
"I still win, because I love you since before middle school"
Pat moves carefully, placing Pran softly on the blanket under them, where he can feel some of the slightly wet grass under his back and only then does he remember, they're still in his boyfriend's rooftop, where their date had taken place before their clothes started feeling too heavy on their bodies and the desire was a bit too much to handle. He was so comfortable he hadn't even thought about moving back inside the apartment.
Pat was now on top of him, supporting his own weight by placing his arms on both sides around Pran's head, so that his face was barely centimetres away.
"Since when, baby?"
Pran's breath hitches for a moment. Not because he's scared or embarrassed, or even nervous about it, but because he's loved Pat for so long, so strongly; and for years and years he thought he would have to live with that love and keep it all to himself.
He believed one day, somehow he would silently finally move on from the boy next door who wanted nothing to do with him if it wasn't for a fight or a competition, and a confession was impossible for him in that reality.
He thought his love would die unknown, without a purpose.
But now, in this reality, his reality, the boy he loves is on top of him with his face so very close to his own and his body imprinting every bit of Pran he can find. Pran is naked and vulnerable and he never would've thought he'd find himself in a situation like this with Pat, but he loves it. There are lights around Pat, the ones his boyfriend set up for their date in the rooftop and he looks gorgeous, as he always has, the light in his eyes shines on Pran as he looks straight at him waiting for an answer, and Pran almost moves without thinking when he reaches for the boy's right cheek with his light hand and caresses the softness there with love, cupping his face like he's the most beautiful treasure, still somewhat trying to make sure he's real, and he's there with him.
At times like this, Pran almost feels like crying.
"I've loved you since you argued with me in elementary school but still sat next to me in class, since I saw you with your friends from afar and wished I could join, since we would talk from our balconies using those old cans, I was ecstatic every time I saw you taking them out"
Pran dragged his thumb tenderly across Pat's lips
" I wrote your name in my eraser and everything, it was pretty serious. And I would use it in class praying no one, especially you would notice it. I don't know what I was thinking.
And on valentine's day I wanted to stick a heart on your shirt so badly, every time"
Pran's laugh is light and simple, Pat looks at him with hearts in his eyes as he puts more weight on his legs so he can lift one of his hands and press right where the other boy's dimple appears
"I would sneak into the kitchen to steal snacks and hide them in my room in case you wanted to eat some whenever you climbed up to my window, but you never stayed long enough.
When we were in high school and we started really becoming friends I was always excited, always nervous thinking of how to act around you, how to not be obvious. When we started playing together I was the happiest boy on earth, because I had what I loved the most in the same place: music and you.
And then, when I was away there wasn't a day I didn't think about you and hoped with everything in me you wouldn't forget me.
I sometimes couldn't help but feel like I wanted you to notice the way I looked at you, even if I knew how complicated everything would be, but you never did"
Pran looked directly at his eyes and he pinched Pat's nose with his fingers
"Always oblivious"
"Why did you never say anything?"
Pat's tone was soft, but all the playfulness from earlier was gone
"I was scared. Of you, and my feelings. Of our parents.
And what was I supposed to do? Just go and confess out of nowhere?"
"What you should've done, dear was walk up to me and slap me in the face so I could wake up and realise you were the love of my life all along, you should've screamed in my face 'I LIKE YOU, HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE, DUMBASS' and then you should've kissed me. If I had realised I liked you earlier we could've saved so much time"
Pran laughs at him, but tells him seriously
"It's not your fault. If I had been brave enough to confess, maybe things would've been easier too.
I think I've loved you since before I even knew what love was.
But I wouldn't change it, love"
Pat gave him a smile, but it still felt like he was a little bothered.
" I mean it, Pat. It was perfect, the way things happened, and it's ours"
Pat nuzzled his head in the crook of Pran's neck and inhaled his scent.
"Mm. It's ours, and you're mine" Pat kisses his neck "and I'm yours"
Pran can only manage a little hum before kissing his boyfriend's shoulder. Still naked, still golden under the lights decorating the place.
"None of that matters now, because from now on I will not let you go, baby"
Pran can't help but laugh teasingly at him
"You say that as if you're not driving me to the airport this week to send me off to Singapore again"
"We've waited all these years to be together, I can take one more year, sweetheart"
Before Pran can even think of an answer, Pat has laid back down next to him and is looking into his eyes with a smile when his hand reaches for Pran's. He finds Pran's left ring finger and starts circling around it tenderly.
"Hm. And once I put a ring in here, Mr. Pran? You'll be stuck with me forever"
Pran's blushed cheeks can't be hidden in this light, so he hides his face in Pat's body instead.
"I can't wait, then, Mr. Pat"
Pat's kissing him again, and he can't repress his smile as their lips are pressed together.
"We're gonna be the happiest husbands, we will be that one couple people in the neighborhood are all jealous of"
"Make it happen first and brag later darling"
Pran's sleepy tone makes an appearance and it's like a cue for Pat
"Do you want us to go to bed now, love?"
"No, I'm too exhausted to move. Don't go"
Pran drags his words at this point and Pat feels endearment all over him. He's tired too, but he doesn't want to let Pran sleep outside when the late night chilly wind strikes and the wetness of the grass is surrounding them.
Pat smiles at him with heavy eyes
"It's okay baby, I'll carry you"
He carries Pran with an arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders as his boyfriend clings to his neck with both hands and once he's close to his face, Pat feels the little sharpness of Pran biting his earlobe.
"Pat"
"Yes?"
"I love you more"
Pat snorts and kisses Pran's cheek, but lets him win this one argument for the night because he knows his boyfriend is too tired to play now.
Pran groans when he stops feeling Pat's arms around him and instead is surrounded by the softness of their bed, but stops whining once the side of the surface sinks and his boyfriend's warmth engulfs him again.
It's natural at this point for Pran to cling to Pat like a koala, finally allowing Nong Nao to have vacations after years of Pat hugging him to sleep.