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“It’s alright, I’m here now.”
Rain, Phayu, and Sky all looked up to watch Prapai stroll anti-climatically into Phayu’s living room.
“Thank god,” Rain said, completely deadpan. “We couldn’t have gone on without you.”
Phayu reached out to swat at Rain’s ass for the rude behavior, but Rain could tell he didn’t mean it. It barely made it through the thick canvas of Rain’s coveralls.
Prapai took this derision in stride, coming to stand as close to Sky as he could get without physically inhabiting the same space, and sneaking a hand into the back pocket of his high-waisted shorts. Or trying to. Sky smoothly avoided the seeking hand by stepping into Prapai's side, obligingly letting Prapai rest the hand on his waist. Prapai seemed to accept this as a reasonable compromise.
“What have I missed?”
“Literally nothing, you are our ride,” Rain said, doing nothing at all to keep Phayu’s hands out of his pockets. He enjoyed getting felt up in public. Not that an audience of Prapai and Sky could really be considered public, but still. Phayu was usually the modest once between them. Rain felt justifiably pleased with the effect of his outfit. With his hair grown out and blond, hot pink really was his color. Ooh, maybe they could play Rain-the-Mechanic later. The sexy pink mechanic. There was something there, for sure.
“Ah, so you really couldn’t have gone on without me.”
“Okay-” Phayu said, catching Rain around the waist before any remarks could be made about who was late or what a schedule was, and hustling him out of the house towards Prapai’s car. “Let’s go.”
Rain let Phayu shuffle him into the back seat as Sky and Prapai clambered into the front, and they set off. Prapai was regaling Sky and Phayu with the charming tale of why he was late, but Rain wasn’t actually listening, too busy measuring how far across his thigh he could get Phayu’s hand if it was in his pocket. The answer was pretty damn far. Actually, Phayu probably wasn’t paying very much attention to Prapai either.
By the time Prapai was pulling into the parking garage, Sky was loudly decrying Rain’s backseat behavior, making noise about keeping a spray bottle in the car. Ineffective, Rain thought. If it didn’t work on Prapai it certainly wouldn’t work on him. Also, rude! Phayu’s hands were the ones in pockets that didn’t belong to him. But Phayu had a much better poker face than Rain did; he was always getting away with the little stuff, like teasing Rain in front of Sky, or his mother, or at school.
But now Rain needed a hot second before he could be appropriately seen in public. After a brief cooling-off period during which everyone tugged their collar’s back into place and ran a final hand through their hair, or made sure they weren't about to scandalized the movie-going public, they climbed out of the car and headed for the theater.
Rain thought they made quite a sight as they stepped into line at the ticket booth, all kitted-out in their shades of pink. Prapai had draped his hot pink suit jacket over Sky’s shoulders when they’d stepped out of the car, partially obscuring the stylized B on Sky’s shirt, but Rain thought the pink cowboy boots made up for this. And Prapai was still in the slacks and a baby pink dress shirt, so, really, he was firmly on theme.
Rain was particularly proud of the quilted pink bomber jacket he’d found for Phayu on a vintage shopping trip with Prapai, which Phayu had gamely paired with a pair of pink light-wash jeans that he’d already owned. The baby-pink tones blended really well with Rain’s more eye-searing shade.
Finally, it was their turn to step up to the counter. Prapai passed his credit card up to Phayu, who passed it over to Rain, who slide it under the little glass divider of the ticket booth and smiled handsomely at the underpaid teenager manning the register.
“Four tickets to Barbie, please!”