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Today was an exceptionally hot day, Pat was walking far from the crowded patio where most of his friends were, too tired to run, play, or even keep closer to each other, they were only lazily hanging out searching for shadows to keep themselves away from the scorching sun. Pat was with them for a little, but then he felt a little claustrophobic and had the urge to walk, even though this could sound counter-productive to fight the heat.
He had reached the second floor where he was hoping to get some breeze when he saw Pran, with a box full of donuts, Pat smiled endeared at that, this was very Pran of him, not that the guy would say no to his friends if they asked for a bite, but donuts were Pran’s top 5 preferred junk foods, so to spare himself from sharing, he would hide and eat peacefully, except that Pat had another idea, in his tiptoes he tries to come near Pran making no sound, Pat couldn’t wait to see Pran’s face after he dropped the donuts with the scare Pat was planning to give him.
When he was only a few steps away Pran opened the box, Pat was waiting for him to swallow because he needed Pran alive for his enjoyment, otherwise who would compete with him if he killed his better match? Pran took one donut in his hands and, to Pat’s great surprise (and odd endearment), Pran shoved the whole thing into his mouth, pushing it with his index finger the donut so it could fit entirely.
Pat, for some reason out of his control, had held his breath while watching Pran happily chewing with no difficulty and swallowing all at once, when he took a sip of water to probably help the rest to slide through his throat, Pat could hear every little noise he made, his adam’s pome bobbing up and down his throat, his tongue licking his lips and then Pran was putting another donut in his mouth.
Pat watched mesmerized Pran go through the whole box, shoving donut after donut, licking the icing from his fingers, taking noisy sips of water from his bottle, and all of this with his dimples appearing, Pat had no clue if it was from pure joy or if was normal when he was eating, he had never much attention to this, but now he was starting to regret a little.
At this point Pat felt the deep urge to run, to go away from Pran, and with wobbly legs, he was gone back to his class, he was the first there and he was trying to compose himself but images of Pran eating kept replaying in his mind nonstop, he avoided even looking in the boy’s direction the whole day, went a little listless throughout the classes.
At the end of the school day, he went to the gym where he always got distracted by the music and the exercises, but today he was losing count of the sessions and forgetting how many times he had repeated because his head would slip going straight to Pran’s pretty lips around the donut that goes deeper and deeper.
Pat sighs, frustration taking the best of him, he couldn’t understand what he was feeling, and the better explanation he came up with was that he wants to eat donuts, so on his way home he bought a little box, even if it was hungry for candy, he could never eat so many as Pran, Pat was not a big fan of sugary things. He took a shower, trying to escape Pran in his mind, uselessly, and get dressed so that he finally can eat his donuts.
He tries one small bite, and as expected is way too sweet, he swallows and tries again, this time mimicking Pran and trying to put it entirely in his mouth, but it was just too much, and for a few minutes, Pat tries to chew putting a lot of water to make it easier to swallow. Pat was pissed, he drank the rest of the water from the jar that he brought to his room and was about to throw the hateful donuts away in the garbage when a thought came to his mind, he gathered the box, and his English homework going to the neighbor’s window, he gives three knocks followed by a silence and then a fourth knock, after a few seconds he hears two knocks and gets in.
“What do you want? Oh my god why do you stink so much, did you even shower before coming here? My parents are home Pat, go away, okay?”
Pat just smiles at Pran’s endless complaint, it was his version of ‘Hi babe, how are you?’ but Pat knew exactly how to appease his angry kitten, Pat pouted.
“I bought you something, please help me with history and Thai, I also brought the English notes so you can copy them, help me, will you?”
Making his best puppy impression, with big begging eyes, and the biggest of the pouts on his lips, asking pretty please and showing the way too sweet donuts he brought with him before Pran could shush him.
“I already ate…but yeah I can help you, gimme that”
Pran said all this feigning nonchalance, but his eyes were trained at Pat’s hand that holds the box, Pat was once again endeared by how Pran could still want to eat candy after this morning, they seat and start studying, Pran explains some stuff that Pat had lost in class today, and Pat proceeds to copy Pran’s notes, while Pran does his English copies.
After a few moments Pran distractedly fishes for a donut and with no ceremony, shoves it in his mouth like it was at the same time, nothing and the most delicious thing someone could ever taste, Pran’s dimples make its appearance, a little smile too, Pran always loved eating, but the donuts simply make him cheerful while chewing.
Pat had finished taking notes, so he silently stared while Pran ate, he was taking his sweet time organizing the notes Pat took in a such disorganized way, Pran’s full cheeks, icing dirtying his lips, Pat was almost asleep when he thought that it would be nice to clean his lips himself.
Pat wakes up to Pran whispering, his face is too close, and Pat sees Pran’s eyes wide open, then his eyes go down to Pran’s lips, and they are still a little bit dirty with sugar, and he had to hold tight to not succumb to the will of leaning forward and licking it until it was clean, maybe that was the solution to the mystery and Pran, actually, made things look so irresistible.
So, before he did something stupid like sticking his tongue out to press against Pran’s lips, he cleaned him up with his thumb and sucked it, Pran went static and Pat couldn’t avoid the word cute to describe how Pran looked like when he was at the same time flustered and paralyzed, he pushed Pran carefully away, gathered his stuff and went out, waving goodbye to a still frozen boy.
The weekend comes and goes, Pat went home that night ready to snap out, go into a fetal position and cry until he could come to terms with this new whatever it was, but for some reason, everything made sense, being Pran made sense, and Pat didn’t feel weird about it at all, and it’s not like things changed, he always had Pran in his mind, everything would include him so Pat just added some flavor to it.
And with this he felt okay about approaching Pran, not in school of course, there was an environment exclusive for them to be the rivals they should be, at its worst, but he and Pran had grown out of it a long time ago, so about the rest of the time was almost like they were close friends, really close, and Pat wouldn’t dare to say this out loud, because if he did, Pran probably would try to kill Pat.
So, after a few days, while Pat was coming home from the gym, he stopped at some stalls and bought some noodles, way too spicy for his taste but just like how Pran loved, and then after a really well-taken bath, Pat crossed to Pran’s room and begged, whining a little, that the art project was killing him, and he could not cope with it so he offered his spicy noodles in exchange of a sketch.
“You should just content yourself with your shitty ability and not bother me, go away” Pran turned to his own work, it was a fucking building brilliant and well made, so Pat got closer, putting his research on a stall and showing him his really bad sketching.
“It doesn’t need to be this fucking crazy artsy stuff of yours, just draw me anything simple so that I can paint, I did all the research you just need to draw something.”
Pran seemed to hold some pity towards Pat’s efforts, of course, he had tried his best to make something that bad, not that Pat had any skill in drawing, but he wasn’t that bad. Pat made his best puppy eyes putting some extra pouting while kneeling beside Pran.
“I’ll feed you while you draw this for me, huh? And I’ll assist you too, I can review your English work.” Pat was a low bitch, he knew exactly what to do to break Pran’s barriers in a way that didn’t seem like he was desperate.
Pran tries to dismiss Pat’s work and get back to his own but Pat just comes closer, putting his sad face in front of Pran’s paper, Pran tries to hide a smile but his traitorous dimples show, Pat smiles like he won the best gift of all times, Pran sigh and pushes Pat, who fall sitting and starts getting ready to give him food, Pran smiled a little seeing Pat all excited, so he sits by his side on the floor and starts to read what Pat had done so far.
After a while before Pran does the first lines he opens his mouth, and that moment made Pat got shivers all over his skin, he took the noodles and put them in front of Pran’s mouth, he engulfed the portion and chewed, leaning forward and putting his pencil to do the work.
Pran was pretty much concentrated on his task, opening his mouth occasionally so that Pat could serve him once again. Pat watched Pran’s lips becoming flushed and blotted, but he never complained, never once asked to stop, he was putting in some extra details while Pat finished serving him when he turned and took the little container from Pat’s hand, drinking the soup, it seemed really spicy, even for him but still, he didn’t waste a drop.
Pat froze, even if he tried his best, he knew how impossible would be to not look at the scene in front of him, was so good to the point of driving him a little bit insane, everything there made Pat feel hot all over, Pat blinks strongly, trying to divert his attention from all of that, so he reached for his bottle to drink some water and cool down a little when Pran put his hand open asking silently for a sip.
Pat gave it to him and he was astonished about how this got so much worse for his increasing temperature, Pran sipped in a very loud and obnoxious way, or at least that was how it sounded to Pat, Pran looked so relieved and pink all over his face, a few drops of sweat were in his forehead, sliding slowly, and his dimples were fully appearing, that was it, Pat felt totally out of his skin, he didn’t know what he wanted to do with Pran but he wanted to do something, he didn’t entertain the idea fearing what could be behind it, when Pran finished Pat was already packed, he took back his bottle from Pran’s hand and gave his goodbyes flying fast through the window back to his room.
Pran watched all of that with amusement and confusion, well, not confusion in its totality, today he felt Pat’s eyes burning his profile, was fucking difficult to be focused sketching while being fed by Pat, at least three of four of his wet dreams started like that, Pran shakes his head running from this dangerous thought, Pat was a big no and he could, no, he should never try to think this, Pran was going to get ready to bed when he saw Pat’s sketch lying on the floor, he took it and this time he swears that he was a good boy, just give this to Pat and go, finish whatever he was trying on Pran, but he didn’t want to think straight, you shall never waste such prosperity fearing the unknown, Pran smiled a little and stashed it under his worksheet.
The next day Pran ambushed Pat, pulling him into an alley while he was walking in their class direction unworriedly, he widened his eyes when he felt a hand in his mouth but when he saw that it was Pran his body relaxed, he had been pulled against the wall, the place was way too narrow for their own peace of mind.
“Your work is in my house, you forgot yesterday,” said Pran taking his hand from Pat’s lips, even if this was not an adequate situation, his skin reacted to the touch.
“You should come later to pick it up, and you should finish there while I’m feeling generous” Pat only nodded, he was trying to be cool about all this proximity, but he was holding his breath, trying to avert his gaze and failing because he did want to stare Pran’s pretty eyes.
“My parents will be out, so we will have time and…” Pran went silent, gathering boldness to say the next thing “bring churros tonight, a bunch of them, this is my price for today” then Pran was out, Pat stayed there though, thinking a lot of thoughts, but none of them made sense since was a hurricane of Pran and he was still getting used to it.
Because he couldn’t sleep last night, turning around on his bed, trying really hard not to think and failing miserably, everything was sort of collapsing, and Pat get into a denying stage so deep that it was like he was willing to forget everything about yesterday, but then he was remembering everything he wished he could forget, admiration was what he thought what he had by all this thing they were going through, but now he was feeling dirty contemplating Pran’s manners while eating, and what could Pat do, when Pran went so frustratingly like that all…and Pat groaned even louder to shut his thoughts, this was how he took some nap before starting a new day with fuzzy thoughts and empty head.
And now had left him there, Pat was startled when the final signal from the school rang, he put himself in movement and went like a robot to his class, there all he was able to think was, where the fuck he could buy the most spectacular churros in the town, when they were living he ran after a group of girls and asked them about it, they pointed to a store really far away, but now Pat was on a mission, he missed on purpose the rugby training and when he came home, he said he was feeling bad and even missed practice, that it must be some spoiled food.
He went up to his room and waited for his mom to come to check, he took the fastest bath in history and tucked himself under the covers, as expected she came and said to him that she brought water and that if he needed something, just call for her, Pat felt a little bad for lying so badly to her, but again, he was on a mission, he didn’t spend tones of money on churros and a moto-taxi ride just to be robbed from his moment with Pran.
After half an hour he got up and went to Pran’s window, who was waiting Pat leaned on his bed, dressing in oversized pajamas, all relaxed listening to music and humming with it, he was enjoying whatever it was playing in his headphones, Pat went in his tiptoes to his side on the bed and all at once lay down there, putting his head on his folded legs and snatching one side of those phones to himself.
It was classic music, a dramatic one, and matched with the emotions that Pran portrayed in a few minutes, first surprise, then he saw it was Pat and got angry, but as soon as he realized what Pat was doing he got a mischievous look, he secured Pat head by the forehead and in two seconds he was giving him pinches, his cheeks, neck, earlobes, it wasn’t totally painful but Pat whined like his life was depending on it, asking mercy but doing little to prevent their contact, so when Pran started to tickle Pat, he gave a jump and went as far as possible from Pran’s hands.
They were laughing while cleaning the floor so they could do the homework, if there was a thing they would do properly, this thing is to follow the lie until they get what they really wanted, so Pat started painting his sketch, always asking Pran is it was right, Pran just gives him a thumbs up while doing his own painting, Pat finished before Pran, as usual, and gathered his stuff to put the absurd amount of churros at their disposal.
But Pran was taking too long, putting his tongue out trying to keep focused, massaging his neck from time to time, and definitely not finding any position comfortable for too long, Pat went there, again his head was empty, not a single thought at sight, getting on his knees behind Pran, he started doing a massage, Pran was so absent-minded that when Pat touched Pran’s hot skin, shivers passed throughout his nape, but he didn’t yell nor try to get out of reach, he just kept doing his homework.
Pat couldn’t avoid the smile that spread through his face, feeling closer to Pran to the point where he was comfortable with them touching him without being a fight or provocation. Pran finished not long after Pat started but he didn’t ask Pat to stop, so soon he was only caressing his soft skin, and another goosebump rose from there, which made Pat feel endeared.
“You’re so sensitive,” he said giving Pran’s nape a little slap and going out of reach to prevent the punch.
Pat sit near Pran’s bed, and Pran come directly to his side, pretending this wasn’t getting his head, and if he got hot every time their knees touched, it was a Pran problem, but this time they didn’t know how to start, suddenly feeling ashamed, so Pran reached for the desert and shoved into the sweet sauce, putting shyly into his mouth, but something changed when he tasted, his eyes widened and what seemed to be a moan of pure pleasure escaped his lips.
He swallowed and while already reaching for another and putting it into his mouth again, he served one another and put them in front of Pat, chewing extremely happy and obviously offering him to take it from his fingers, but once again Pat’s head was full of nothing, so he propped himself and putting all at once in his mouth, until he felt Pran’s finger, putting some pressure so that it could go forward, Pat closed his lips around his fingers and sucked with more strength than necessary, he pulled away and chewed, his mouth flooding with sweetness, his heart accelerating more and more as he stared Pran, who was as red as a tomato.
Pat swallowed and prepared one for Pran, he wasn’t thinking, only acting out of instinct, whatever Pran made to him he was ready to accept and even more ready to ask him to take responsibility, it was just not possible that Pran didn’t feel the same way he was feeling, nothing would explain how they quickly fell into these roles, but it felt so fucking right that burned Pat’s last brain cells.
Pat was waiting, hand in front of Pran’s mouth but he wasn’t reacting, only staring at Pat.
“I want to feed you” Pat whispered and Pran’s breathing went so heavy for a moment, that he was probably panicking.
“You should not think, you’re not good at this” and his eyes gained focus, he was looking at Pat, trying to read something.
“And since when you were able to think to know how good I am?” Pran answered, propping himself forward “you want to feed me? Feed me then.”
And for several minutes Pat put churro after churro into Pran’s mouth, never letting his eyes meet the eyes of the younger, always fixed in his mouth, he sounded so loud right now, his lips constantly sucking and licking Pat’s finger, and the proximity brought a bonus, Pran’s scent was intoxicating, he was overwhelming all Pat’s senses, his lips sucking Pat’s fingers sending shivers every time it happened, his scent becoming stronger as Pran’s skin went hotter, his noises chewing, swallowing, drinking water, Pat was completely lost in this, but as soon as the churro ended, Pat got up and started cleaning like he never did for himself, his room was the witness of the boy’s messy behavior.
“Are you going home?” Pran asked getting up and Pat nodded.
“Why?” and this made Pat stop in his tracks, he cautiously looked up to where Pran was sitting in his bed.
“I don’t know, my parents aren’t home, we could watch a movie, you could go after,” Pran said looking all places but Pat’s face, but he should, because Pat was broadly smiling.
“Okay, Let’s watch a movie” and after this, they weirdly decided what they would watch, Pat feeling bold and just climbed Pran’s bed, leaned against the wall waiting for Pran, who was with the tiniest smile on his lips, dimples fighting their way out against Pran’s will.
Pran got up and put his notebook to play the movie, it was an action one, because Pran liked it and Pat didn’t really care, he just wanted to be near Pran for a few more hours, Pat slightly inclined himself closer to Pran, until their shoulders were touching, Pat felt his insides melt, and it’s weird because a few minutes before they were deliberately liking each other fingers, but there was something really intimate in this act, it seems to show Pat how comfortable they got, it was good, it felt warm and it smells so fucking good.
By half of the movie they had changed a little their positions and Pran had an arm around Pat, who was laying on his chest, they made look like It was accidental, because at some point Pran stretched his arm upwards and it accidentally fell on Pat shoulders who accidentally slipped into his direction, they didn’t say anything, but not long after this Pat was accommodating himself further into Pran’s figure, who left his arm explicitly hold Pat a little.
Pat’s brain had long ago shut down, he felt so good like that, so take care and it was only a not-hug, of course, Pat hugged his friends, his little sister, his crushes and all, but no one felt like this, so perfect, so right. He was again blacking out but when the movie was over, Pran didn’t move, and Pat thought if he could scam Pran into pretending to sleep, but his impulsive ass had another idea.
“Let me sleep here?” turning enough to look at Pran, he was the perfect image of indifference, but Pat knew better, he whined a little and Pran smiled a little, nodding and then they were moving, Pat went to his room, dropped his materials and with nong nao under his arm he got back to Pran’s room.
But there was no Pran, so he just served himself, going straight to the wall side of the bed, looking at nong nao and waiting, trying to comprehend what the fuck was happening.
“Can you explain to me what this thing is?” asked Pran coming up to the bed, he had taken a shower apparently, but Pat had sworn to god he was already clean when they met earlier, he was towel drying his hair and Pat just pulled himself taking the towel from Pran’s hands and starting drying himself,
“At this rate, you will dry your hair only by tomorrow, and this is nong nao, please respect, I can’t sleep without it” Pat was ready for a snort, a joke, or anything depreciative coming from Pran but he only nodded, Pat stopped when he got satisfied with the results just for good measure, messed his hair and went to his side.
Pran left the towel in the laundry and came back, he gets under the covers and so did Pat, they lay down a little bit stiff and awkward at first, but then Pat had to change his position and so did Pran, they got face to face, really little space in between them and Pat smiled when he saw Pran’s tense expression.
“I prefer to be the big spoon but if you ask nicely, I can do little spoon to you” what was supposed to sound like a provocation came more like a strangely sincere question, Pran smiled challenging him
“Turn around and I’ll be nice enough to hug in your sleep” and Pat did.
“No taking back, hug me tight, good night”
They did not touch, at first, Pat was shaking with anticipation and Pran could feel it, he was so fucking tense that was fearing he would be torn in two because of it, so Pat leaned against him, just a little at first, almost unnoticeable but Pran could feel everything, and he breathed in deeply once, twice and holding its breath he reached out, but fearing Pat would freak or something he started to retrieve, only to feel Pat turning to him, going straight into his personal space, Pat had his eyes closed and a little satisfied smile in his lips, breathing deep he went closer, there was barely any space in between them, he opened one eye with the intention of teasing Pran but he was absolutely not ready for his heart going bananas as soon as he realized their closeness.
Pran closed his eyes and so did Pat, breathing the same air, Pat was completely gone by the proximity, the scent, and the warmth, it was at the same time unsettling and comfortable, Pat felt dizzy, but he didn’t know if it was sleep coming or some new reaction to Pran, but he enjoyed each second. And this kept happening, they would make a whole bunch of dumb excuses so that they could meet, and Pat would always try to catch a tip from what Pran wanted to eat, but sometimes Pat would simply want to feed him with something different, like the damned chocolate fondue that made Pat lost his composure and lick Pran’s chin, Pran was laughing and saying how gross Pat was, Pat has been dreaming with this since then.
Also, now Pat was watching Pran with all his attention, and suddenly he found out that, if Pat was a flirtatious motherfucker, Pran was the school’s most wanted baby girl, everyone seemed to want to take care of him, and it not as he would go after this type of attention, it just happened that people gravitate around him and before anything could be a need, someone would do it for him. Like when he injured his fist in a football match and a friend of his grabbed an ice bag to put on and offered him iced tea, he fucking bought Iced tea for him and was now holding the straw in front of his lips and Pran was absentmindedly sipping.
Or when a group of girls were taking ice cream and offered him a spoon, and he gladly took it in, Pat was burning inside, it was like he couldn’t control his possessiveness, and for nothing because of course what they have, their friendship, even being the most twisted one, was something only theirs, and Pran should not be holding himself near other people, but yeah, it still sucks.
And the worst was yet to come, one day a senior came by during their lunch break with a box full of muffins asking to give a word with Pran, they went to the patio in a secluded space, and the asshole asked Pran to date him, and Pran politely declined to say that he should be focusing on studies and his mother wouldn’t approve, and they should just be friends, he just blurted out all his kindness in desperate apologies, the scumbag reached Pran’s hand and said he could chill, that it was okay, they stayed there, eating the muffins and talking, the idiot even fed Pran once, and to make everything worst, Pran hummed a pleased sound, Pat was sort of dead inside at this point, so he left.
Pat felt such a violent impulse towards the senior like he wanted to beat the shit out of him, this feeling made Pat feel sick in a way he doesn’t remember having ever felt before, he wanted to confront Pran, to know why he let himself be put in that situation, and yet, he couldn’t blame the boy, he had just been a nice guy, polite, but even so Pat felt betrayed, and he couldn’t follow the reason, he knew they weren’t exactly friends, nor rivals either, and yes, for a really large amount of time he wanted to be friends with Pran, but that was long ago because he couldn’t bare the possibility of not having him in his life, but now everything seemed to change, again.
The first time it was gratitude for him saving Paa, the second was for the time he saved his ass helping him get a high score in Thai when he failed so badly that his father almost hit him, and now this weird attraction of him over Pran, this was definitely not a friends behavior, this thought circled Pat’s head for the next couple of weeks, he avoided Pran at school and locked his balcony door shutting close his curtains every night, not that Pran had tried to reach out, nor that he would ever dignify himself to cross the path between their rooms, but even so, Pat was weak was not taking risks, Pran was his biggest weakness now, and this whole thing made him so sick that his body started to decay, which at first it was good, he was being taken care by the girls, and Pat pretended to love all the attention, but never missing the fact that Pran never seemed to care, he was dismissed from physical education class so he didn’t have to worry about being close to him either.
By the end of the second week for some reason he did not get any better, his family went to travel but he stay at home, his traitorous body had a fever, and Pat being the stupid boy that he was, had no idea of how to take care of himself, so he opened his window, trying to refresh the air, coming back to bed and hoping for the best, as soon as he started dozing off a really worried Pran step into his balcony and was inside his room, he came running to his side, checking his temperature, at least his fever gave him a nice hallucination, Pat thought to himself, Pran made him go up, and wow hallucination Pran was really firm and strong, manhandling Pat like he was nothing, they went to the bathroom and the next thing Pat feel is cold fucking water all over his hot skin, he stays there letting the clothes got soaked wet.
Hallucination Pran goes away after seeing that Pat was not going to fall, and comes back with clean clothes and medicine, Pat accepts everything like the good boy he is, taking the meds, and when he starts to peel himself from his wet clothes hallucination Pran go away, after few minutes Pat follows him, going straight to bed.
“I hope you don’t go away when my fever is gone, you’re a nice vision,” says Pat weakly, Pran comes near and put in front of him some chicken soup, Pat eats every single spoon served to him, then he towel dry his hair, make him drink gallons of water, check his temperature a few more times and finally let Pat lay down.
“You should stay to check if I’m not dead, I’m alone for the weekend so the house is all for ourselves” to which Pran smiles softly.
“You’re already flirting, I think you will survive” after this he sleeps listening to hallucination Pran humming some song.
Hours later Pat wakes up feeling like a new creature, a little dizzy and not knowing what time it is and for how long he’s been out, he sits looking for his phone but finds a very real not hallucination at all really concentrated Pran, sitting on the floor with thousands of papers and his colored pencils listening to something in his earphones, Pat acting purely indulged by his own desires, not really thinking because he came to terms that thinking is for crazy people, this was becoming a mantra of his, went to him and hugged him from behind, sinking his nose into his nape, inhaling deeply, his body automatically relaxed and that was when Pat had an idea of how painfully he missed Pran so close to him.
“You smell so fucking good” he whispered. “I missed you so much.”
Pran got all tense after hearing this, Pat gave him space and Pran jumped out of reach, sitting on the bed Pat watch Pran pick his things from the floor and pack it, he was clearly trying to escape there but Pat didn’t feel like running after him, Pran had finished packing when he took some papers and put them in front of Pat.
“It’s the things you seemed to lose in school.” Pat stared at the offered papers and in a snap he knew what he wanted, and knew (sorta) what to do.
Pat took his wrist instead, “I want ice cream” Pat looks up, and Pran seem to be hopeless like he was on the verge of losing his shit.
“I want to give you ice cream, I want to clean your mouth with my fingers and taste it because is the only way I tolerate sugar, I want to take care of you when you’re hurt, I want to be close to you, I want to be the only one to put food in your mouth and I want to beat the shit out of that stupid boy that gave you muffin and I want to punch you in a not so violent way for accepting it” Pat gets on his feet facing Pran.
“I missed you to the point of getting sick, I don’t know how to stop thinking ‘bout you, it seems like I’m going insane and I don’t…I…Pran” he sees Pran’s eyes dead serious looking straight at him, too serious to his taste, Pat feels immature and incoherent, he knows he likes Pran but at the same time this is crazy because it’s them, and even if this makes a lot of sense, it doesn’t for the same reason, he was possessive over Pran, being his only match has always been his first and only goal, he would die to have Pran’s attention only to him, but now, everything must be to him, Pat’s possessive ass is showing his true colors, and he wishes he could be an evolved spirit but he isn’t.
“What do you want from me then?” asked Pran, with a weak voice looking so hurt and Pat feared this was his fault, he took his hand, taking the papers out of his fingers, putting it against his lips, and closing his eyes.
“I want you for me” and that was it, not a single fucking thought in his head, he only wants Pran. They had gone quiet for a really long time, which must have been around 15 seconds and so Pat looked up, to an incredulous Pran, and out of despair Pat started rumbling.
“I know it has everything to go wrong, and our families and school, but I literally almost died just because I avoided you for two fucking weeks, and I do not feel like I have a thousand possibilities but even if I had, I would choose you” Pran tried to pull his hand out of reach but Pat grabbed tightly and stumbled forward, there was barely any space between them, Pran seemed so indifferent it hurt Pat’s feelings.
“Is it so terrible to think of me as an option?”.
This seems to make Pran wake up, he is furious all of a sudden, catching Pat by his collar and going further, making Pat stumble a little but soon getting firmer on his feet.
“You should know when it’s time to shut the fuck up, fucking looser, so what, you felt jealous once and fell sick? I’ve been feeling jealous for years now and never got so stupid like this” Pat’s face makes a dance, trying to make sense out of what Pran said and getting really happy, seeing his smile being mirrored into Pran, with his dimples making everything even more magical, they hugged tightly, laughing and crying, a total mess but comfortable.
After a while Pran put some space between them, cleaning himself and catching his stuff, Pat got a little desperate but Pran only said “I’ll sleep here, just to be sure, so I have to go for now, try to rest a little more, I’ll be right back” and then disappears for the next hours, Pat try to study but then he is falling in love for the calligraphy that Pran does, then he tries to clean a little the room and remember how comfy Pran’s room is always so clean, he gives up after changing the bed, so he goes take another shower, removing the sweat from the reminiscent fever that had left his body, remembering Pran fleeting the room as he had never seen everything before, but then Pat think about what he said, it’s been a while to Pran so he obviously feel other stuff for Pat other than admiration, of course.
Pat finishes his unnecessarily long bath, he thinks about attraction towards Pran and then another click, the food was just literally an excuse for everything that attracts Pat to Pran, his dimples, his lips, his smile, the way he seems to be happy and how he glows, of course, the food is part of it, Pat thinks lying on the bed and staring the ceiling, felling Pran arms around him was catastrophic, he wanted more, and now he wanted always, Pat was devastated about how he was missing him already, how the fuck Pat could not notice Pran being this big in his life, he comes to an easy answer, he’s dumb as hell, Pat’s smile to that, at least now he had Pran to him, so being dumb was not that bad.
He catches nong nao and says “you have two papas now”
This is answered with “I hope that’s not me, I didn’t agree to this” and that makes Pat sit looking at the source of the voice, Pran is entering the house, bringing a heavy backpack and some ice cream in a plastic bag.
“But after washing it, maybe I put some consideration. Brought you popsicles, the ones you like, let’s eat before it melts, we can have dinner after” Pat go to his side, sitting on the floor and catching one of them, they start eating, and before Pat had time to get ashamed not knowing where to look he sees Pran looking at him.
And oh shit this made Pat go nuts, he undoubtedly feels fucking attracted to him, head over hill, Pran’s pretty mouth envelope the popsicle while softly smiling at him, his eyes caring, Pat want to eat him, chew and swallow and never ever let anyone see him like this, Pat thinks he is okay and then Pran sucks, his dimples getting deeper, Pat knows that moment he needs to touch some grass, he looks away and focuses on finishing his own ice cream, but he can hear Pran giggling.
“You’re so red I bet I could fry an egg in your face” Pat gives him a smile that was supposed to be grumpy and irritated, but he knows it comes desperate, Pran is openly laughing
“It’s not fair, you are used to my hotness, I just found out some shit, gimme a break huh? A little time to adjust to my hot boyfriend, from hot guy to hot guy.” Pran’s laugh dies in his throat.
“Now who is red?” Pat laughs and gets back to take his ice cream, they finish in silence, and then Pran starts taking food out of his huge ass backpack, a container with curry and rice.
“Let’s eat while is still fresh” Pat opens his mouth, playing dumb, and when Pran looks at him with an unimpressed gaze he pouts
“I’m sick, be merciful and gimme a reason to live for” and opened his mouth again, Pran was giving his all not to smile, but there was the pretty dimple that was stubborn in showing itself, Pat poked, because he felt like it, while Pran prepared him a spoon and tried to bite him, they laugh a little and Pran gave him food, and then feed itself in the same spoon, Pat was feeling dizzy all over again, Pran arranged another spoon and gave to him, and then Pat took it off of his hand and prepared himself a spoon to Pran, he opened his mouth looking right into Pat’s eyes, yeah he was definitely in love like irrevocably lost for those sparkling and dangerous eyes, he was smiling softly, putting down the spoon, he leaned forward to clean his mouth, not that there was something, but was a good excuse to touch his lips.
They finished dining and Pat is all compliments because the dish was indeed really fucking good.
“Pran seriously your mother cooks like the gods, is crazy how good it was, hope I have never had to choose between their foods, cause my mom would beat the shit out of me” Pran finishing putting things in place got up and with a cocky smile.
“Well, I hope your mother forgives you for choosing your boyfriend’s food then” Pat was looking at him dead serious, Pran’s dimple deepening the more Pat’s silence prolonged.
“You? Cook all of this? For me?” was the most intelligent thing Pat could manage to say while the info sinks, so Pat pull Pran by his waist and gives him a kiss on the cheek, a long one, sniffing obnoxiously loud, Pran was all “ai Pat stop this you’re so disgusting” in a high pitched note.
“What can I do if I have the most caring and incredible boyfriend with the greatest scent and the greatest cooking abilities and the most fucking adorable one when he blushes? Huh? What should I do?” Pat said kissing him again but letting him go, this was too much even for Pat.
Pran was fumbling giving steps backward while tidying his shirt, but he was smiling, irritated, and soft all at once.
“You’re an asshole of a boyfriend, come on let’s brush our teeth, I want to lay down, it was a long day” he was stretching like a cat and going to his backpack to get his stuff, they got to the bathroom bickering didn’t stop until they had to be quiet for the brushing part, Pat finished before Pran and watched while he was going through a complicated number of things for the skin, actually was only three steps but for Pat, this was already too much, Pran seemed to be really comfortable with Pat’s gaze over him
“Like what you see?” said Pran in the middle of a massage with some cream, this was why his skin probably looked so good, unlike the other boys, maybe Pat should ask him to teach or maybe he could manage to convince Pran that he was incompetent and let him take good care of Pat.
“I kinda do, you are at the same time really weird with all of your stuff but you do it with such mastery that is sorta hypnotizing” he sees Pran getting pissed so that he can put the cherry on the top of the cake “And you’re just cute too” and walks away from a really perplexed Pran.
Pat climb onto the bed and go to one side, then to the other, then he just gave up and waited in the middle.
“I want the balcony side, in case a need to run” and Pat smiles at him, relieved, they go lay down, after a little bit of staring at the ceiling in complete stillness, Pran turns his back to Pat, and for some reason, this makes him sad.
“I want to look at you” to which Pran retorts.
“You will sleep, Pat, you can’t look at me with closed eyes” but Pat puts a hand over his shoulder pushing a little, Pran comes with no resistance.
“I want to look at you until I fall asleep” Pran hums, feigning annoyance turning all the way around, they stare at each other now.
“I don’t even know how long I took to notice how cute you are, no homo, just you’re genuinely cute with those sparkling eyes and dimples” Pat has no filter at this point, must be the medicine or the tiredness, Pran smiles after a little.
“Is hard to see the cuteness when you’re getting beaten or losing” and he waits, blushing because they are indeed too close.
“I don’t want anyone feeding you or taking care of you, it makes me feel sick to my stomach, I think I’m possessive, I’m sorry” Pat was genuinely sorry for this, he knows how shitty this may sound, he tries to look somewhere, but everything he wants to look is Pran.
“I understand you, I’m actually pretty jealous either, but we must be cautious, this…us should be only ours for the time being, someday though…in the future or whatever…shit this is hard you got me, right?” and Pat nods.
“Okay so yeah, do you agree? I’ll try to keep my distance and school is you know and…for fuck’s sake Pat stop looking at me like this?” Pat got closer because he can’t avoid it, it was like a magnet inside him pulling him into the other boy’s direction, Pran looks so good plotting their new secret.
There they were again, too close and breathing the same air, and then Pran kissed him, a little touch of lips lingering a bit, he pushed himself a little to look at Pat, to see if he hadn’t crossed some line but there was a shine in his eyes, his lips quirked up in a little smile and Pran went back, joining their mouths again, it was innocent for the incredible amount of two seconds, then Pat’s hands were in Pran’s waist, and Pran’s hands were tangling into Pat’s hair, pulling them closer, their bodies instinctively moving to get the warm and the friction that they seem to need, but Pran pulled apart as soon their kisses started to become too erotic for his brain capacity.
“Slower please, just…a little slower” trying to recover his breath while still glued to Pat, who was breathless too.
“It’s enough that you stare at me like you could chew me alive when I’m eating” and to this Pat laughed.
“You started, I just followed the lead, but there it is” he gave him a peck “You’re the boss” and they pulled a little apart for the sake of their sanity but didn’t untangle their members, just rearranged their positions and slept, Pat nested into Pran’s chest, slept to the sound of his heart, it was so loud at first but soon enough it got calmer, Pat had never felt so all right in his life, that was definitely his spot to be, into Pran’s arms.