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“Uea, why are you so thirsty?”
Huh?
“Excuse me?” he asks back, whipping his head to the side only to find Jade looking back at him with a genuine querying look. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Well, you’ve been parked in front of the cooler. I’ve just been waiting for my turn, but you kept finishing your glass immediately and then refilling them. Are you dehydrated?”
Is that what he’s been doing?
“What? No! I’m just, I’m-” Uea stepped back to make room between him and the water cooler, gesturing at Jade to go ahead. “-thirsty. That’s it…”
“Okay…” Jade looked unconvinced, but spent no more than a few seconds before shrugging it off to have his own go at the cooler.
Well, he must be thirsty too.
What Uea can’t -won’t, admit though is how different their thirst are. How previously his spot in front of the cooler gives a perfect view of the balcony. A balcony in which a mildly vexed King occupies.
He’s on his phone. On a call with a vendor, most probably. And it’s not looking good. The glass pane that separates the pantry from the outdoor terrace isn’t fully soundproof, and Uea catches his raised tone of frustration. The knit between his brow and the frown he has on also a clear indication. During the call, he unbuttoned his shirt some, tugging on the collar like letting in some air would somehow make the person at the other end of the phone more agreeable. It doesn’t work clearly -and Uea is left to wonder why an angry looking King makes him so hot, and thirsty.
He stands by the cooler. Waves Jade off when he invites him to walk back to their work station together. And instead waits for King to finish his call. It only took a few more minutes, and yet Uea is still so thirsty. Maybe he is dehydrated after all.
Uea doesn’t dwell on it much. Just leaves his cup on the sink, saunters to the balcony, grabs a surprised King by the wrist, and drags him to the nearest broom closet.
Inside, he’s barely able to say Uea’s name before he’s pinned to a shelf and the younger’s lips are on his.
The thing Uea loves about King, is how fast he is at adjusting. Their kisses turns dirty fast, and King seems content at letting that resume with no explanation as to why it’s happening in the first place, but Uea relents. Some of his rationality is coming back. They’re still in the office, not in the comfort of their private space. And they’re adults for god’s sake, not some horny teenagers. So he steps back.
“I’m sorry.” he says, arms still encircled around King’s neck.
“Not sure what for?” King teases, but his arm squeezing Uea’s waist made him smile anyway.
“You just looked hot -getting angry on a call.” King’s eyebrows raise at this. “Sorry for whisking you away and attacking you.” Uea looks down, avoiding King’s teasing eyes but to no avail; he’s still blushing red. There’s no way King wouldn’t see.
“Oh, that was an attack?" King slumps back against the shelf behind him, pulling a little at Uea’s waist, making him stand between his open legs. “Then please good sir, by all means, attack away.” He pulls them closer together, leaning back in but Uea stops him before they could continue making out like fools.
“I hate how we have highschool boys' hormones around each other.” King laughs at this, delighted by Uea’s rare and bold confession.
“And I love how we definitely have something new to explore tonight.”
“God-” Uea punches King on the arm at that, “shut up!” But only lasts 3 seconds giving him dagger eyes before he’s back to pulling the other close. “Kiss me again.”
“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” King singsongs, before closing the distance and doing exactly what Uea wants him to.