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They’d been going over internship applications for probably hours and hours and hours, and Rain was ready to light the entire stack of fliers and brochures on fire.
“Honestly, why should I care?” he asked the universe, in general. He knew he was whining, but this sucked. It sucked. There were a million places he could apply too and each one required a short essay about why he wanted to intern there, and examples of his work, and it was going to take forever, and most of them wouldn’t even get back to him, and-
“Because it’s your future, nong,” Phayu said absently beside him, flipping through another brochure.
Rain dropped his head into his arms with a groan.
Paper rustled as Phayu stacked what was surely a fascinating overview of an internship somewhere downtown and not another soul-sucking list of demands that Rain must fulfill in order to be worthy of their time on top of the pile in front of them, giving Rain his full attention. Which was good, for sure, and definitely didn’t make him feel acutely aware of his own whining and bemoaning, or deeply ungrateful for being a pill while his phi was helping him chew through this plethora of choices.
He buried his head deeper into his arms, blocking out the light. Stupid internship. Why were there so many options, anyway? Why couldn’t they just assign him somewhere and send him off, hm? Give him a task, and he would work the shit out of that task, but the prework? God, he hated prework.
A probing fingertip poked gently into his side.
“What’s going on in that head, nong?”
“This sucks, and it’s boring, and I hate it.”
A poke to his shoulder.
“Internships are stupid and I should be exempt on the grounds that I don’t want to do it.”
A poke to his underarm. This one tickled, and he had to fight the instinctive urge to flinch before he gave himself away.
“It’s too many choices, phi,” he whined, shrinking away from the poking finger like a turtle back into its shell. “And it’s a lot of work. I’m going to have to write like a million essays.” Essays sucked, he did Not want to write essays.
“You won’t have to write a million essays. And internships are a good way to get field experience and build up your credibility.”
Blehhh. Sounded fake.
“How about this.” There were the sounds of more paper shuffling, and Rain peaked up from his arms just enough to see his phi sorting paper into piles. “Let’s organize everything into groups; the programs that interest you, the ones that are maybes, and the ones that don’t fit.” He looked over at Rain with an arched eyebrow, and Rain nodded to confirm that he was in fact listening. His Daddy was very sexy when he was problem-solving.
“We’ve got twenty of these left. Let’s say that for every five programs you sort, you’ll get a reward.”
Oh, hell yeah.
Rain sat up properly, turning to Phayu.
“Reward? What reward?”
“Hmmm.” Phayu had his quiet laughing face on as he took in Rain’s sudden enthusiasm. “What would you like?”
Great question, what would he like?
“Kisses?”
This made Phayu laugh outright.
“Okay, kisses. For every five programs you sort, you can have five minutes of kisses.”
Yes, good, amazing. He could work with this. Rain would do harder things than reading for make-out time with his phi.
“Deal.”
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The first five programs went pretty quickly. Some where too far away to travel too conveniently, some didn’t offer work in his area of interest, and some just looked straight-up boring. Most of them landed in the ‘no’ pile.
The resulting kisses where delicious. The second he threw down the last program he’d turned to Phayu, blinking wide-eyed and expectant. Phayu had obligingly pined Rain’s back to the couch and kept him there, indulgently licking his way into Rain’s mouth until a persistent beeping went off at his hip. Rain hadn’t even seen him set the timer.
The next five programs where also relatively simple. He’d started to work out a pattern for himself- if the program didn’t include his specialty, he discarded it outright. If it had his specialty but was kind of far away, it went in the ‘maybe’ pile. And then everything that was interesting and close to home went into the last pile. He waffled for a minute on the last option- it was a co-housing project that he thought would be fun to work on, but it was all the way on the other side of the city and, quite frankly, he could think of better things he could do with is time than drive all of those extra hours.
“They’re a good company,” Phayu said, reading steadily over his shoulder. “They’re known to churn out good interns.”
Well, that cinched it. He put it in the ‘interested’ pile.
The brochure had barely left his hand before Phayu had him right back on the couch, crawling over him to squish Rain pleasantly into the cushions as Rain tipped his chin up eagerly to meet him.
When the timer went off, Rain groaned despondently as his phi pulled away from his mouth. Phayu laughed at him softly.
“Halfway there, sweet boy.”
Rain shoved himself up with a groan. He had this, he could totally do this. Just ten more to go, and then he’d be done, and he could stay under Phayu forever. Or at least until dinner.
This thought fortified him through the next five programs.
This time, Phayu’s kisses were edged, harder and hungrier. When their five minutes where up and he let Rain go to breathe, Phayu didn’t let him go far. He just pulled Rain up and settled him between Phayu’s legs, pulling him back against his chest and hooking his chin over Rain’s shoulder.
The final five were torture. Not because they were hard to sort, but because the entire time he was reading through the leaflets Phayu was right behind him, slowly grinding his hard-on into the small of Rain’s back.
“Cheater, you’re cheating, phi,” Rain mumbled. He knew he was bright red, made so by his Daddy’s heady kisses and shameless behavior. Unbelievable, his phi.
“I’m just motivating you, pretty baby,” Phayu said, brushing his lips over Rain’s ear as if it was not Thee Most distracting thing he could have possibly done. “You’re nearly there.” He punctuated this statement with a slow, thorough grind of his hips.
Rain hung his head, arousal sliding through him as Phayu’s hands started to wander. Unbelievable. Rude.
He glanced over the last few programs, skimming over the good bits and throwing them into piles as quickly as he possibly could without Phayu tweaking his ear for rushing.
“Done!”
“Well done, sweet boy.”
Rain squealed with delight as Phayu shoved him back over into the couch, anchoring him back down under his body.
"Now you can help me with something," Phayu said, and descended upon him.