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The steering wheel was hot to the touch as Nut maneuvered his way out of his parking spot by the engineering building. There was nowhere else to park by the time he got there, a few minutes before his 9 am started, except for the outside parking lot with no shade or cover from the sun. His roommate had made him late again that morning, and here he was, driving towards him ten minutes before his last class ended.
By the time he drove up to Hong’s building, the air conditioning in the car was on full blast, bringing the car to a bearable temperature compared to the outside. He saw Hong strolling down the stairs, talking with his art major friends Q and Peem. The uniform shirt he was wearing in the morning was almost fully unbuttoned, a collarbone showing beneath the half-slipping-off fabric. Underneath was a pale yellow tie-dye tank top that clung to his frame.
Nut looked away before the heat rising in his cheeks could turn rosy. He could hear Hong’s laughter with Q, that musical reverberation in the core of his own stomach that he loved. Hong could make him late or almost late every day of his college career, and Nut wouldn’t mind one bit if it meant he could continue to listen to that laugh, share a dorm with Hong’s socks lying all over the place, or make him omelette rice every time he complained he was too broke for food.
From the stairs, Hong saw Nut’s white sedan waiting for him.
“See you later, guys!” Hong said to Q and Peem, waving as he strided towards his roommate’s car.
“Ugh, it is so hot outside, thank god your car got fixed last week,” he sighed, settling in and putting his seat belt on. Immediately, Hong slid the air conditioner vent so it angled towards his face, blowing silver bangs that were slightly sticking to his forehead.
Nut wanted to reach over and fix his hair. He brought both his hands to the wheel instead, starting to pull away from the building.
“Righttt, ‘cause I’m your personal chauffeur, right? You know, I was almost late to class today, and the professor was just about to start the lab. And, you threw my lab coat and goggles in the trunk and didn’t even tell me. I almost didn’t make it in the door, trying to look for it.” Nut sounded exasperated, but he was just teasing, Hong knew that too. They probably knew each other too well. Hong scoffed lightly beside him.
“Awhh, poor Nut. You found it in the end, though, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, no thanks to you, why don’t you tell me next time you move my stuff?” There was no bite to what Nut said, though.
Hong was always easy going, Nut never knew him to be high-strung. Nut wondered how he could mess with that, if Hong would ever freeze up, if he could ever get stuck in motion, not knowing what to do if Nut ever acted on his want. He wanted to test that thought so badly.
Nut looked over while he was stopped at a red light, his eyes dropped down to Hong’s fingers, playing with the necklace at his throat, a lock-shaped pendant. Long, lithe fingers he could almost feel tangling in his hair.
Somehow, Nut ended up parked by a street vendor selling frozen treats after Hong complained about the heat again. After handing the vendor cash for the two ice creams, he walked back to the car.
“Hold these while I move the car,” he said to Hong, passing the sweet treats in plastic bags through the passenger window. Nut walked back to his side of the car and got in, not even putting on his belt to drive to a more empty area of the neighborhood, away from the vendors and kids walking past after school. A few minutes later, they were parked by the side of a park, finding shade under a tree-lined street.
“Here,” Hong hands over Nut’s ice cream, “you always get the coconut one.” Hong made a face of disgust as he passed over Nut’s coconut milk ice cream, double scoops layered cozily into a sweet bread, as he kept licking his dripping vanilla ice cream straight from the cone.
“To make sure you don’t steal mine, stupid,” Nut teased him. Hong scoffed back.
Nut ripped a small bit off the bun and dipped it into the slightly melting scoop of ice cream, popping it into his mouth. They sat there eating, listening to the soft voice of Keshi playing through the car’s speakers, and watching the city move around them through Nut’s tinted windows.
Nut is peacefully taking small licks of his ice cream, holding the bottom of the bun with the bit of newspaper he was given so it doesn’t drip all over him, when he feels Hong’s hand reach over and catch at his chin.
“You still eat ice cream like a puppy drinks water, Thanat,” Hong jokes. Nut freezes mid-lick, every bone in his body frozen. Only his eyes slid down to look at Hong’s finger, still lingering on his chin. He schooled his face quickly before Hong could see his own impact.
Nut reaches over with his whole body and takes a big lick off of Hong’s ice cream cone before the latter could predict what was about to happen.
“Eww, now my cone’s going to taste like your nasty coconut flavor,” Hong whined at Nut, who was now facing him, one leg up on his seat and leaning onto the console. Before he could finish sitting comfortably, Hong took a scoop of his own ice cream with his finger and dabbed it onto Nut’s nose.
Eyebrows scrunched at the sudden coldness on his skin, Nut reacted before his thoughts could hold him back. He reached over and tickled Hong, trying to find any way to make the other pay for messing with him. Laughter filled the car, pure, beautiful musical notes of laughter from Hong mixing in with the music floating from the speakers.
“Nut, Nut, stop you’re doing too much,” Hong gasped, laughing while still eating his ice cream, pulling farther away from Nut, towards his side of the car. Nut kept getting closer to Hong, “You put your ice cream on my nose, now you’re going to clean it off,” he grabbed a napkin from inside the glove compartment for Hong to use, his own last bits of ice cream and bread abandoned in the newspaper and plastic bag he was handed, somewhere in the cup holder.
Both of them were laughing, Hong still pushing Nut away with one hand while the other held onto his cone, trying to finish it off before it got all over the car.
When Hong pushed his hand out one more time to catch Nut’s hand at his waist, Nut dropped the napkin he was holding and seized Hong’s wrist, holding it up in the air. His left hand wrapped around Hong’s waist, continuing to tickle him.
Hong put the final bit of waffle cone in his mouth in the middle of tickled laughter, the pointy end sticking out between his lips. Now he had one hand free while Nut held the other. Hong took the moment to move closer to Nut right by the middle console, tickling Nut right back. It didn’t last long– Nut grabbed Hong’s waist and pulled him up and over the console with the momentum of Hong trying to get closer to him.
Hong was now directly on top of Nut, the latter’s hands placed directly on both sides of Hong’s waist. Dark eyes widened in shock under silver bangs, looking down at Nut with the tip of the cone still sticking out between his lips. Hong’s hands hovered somewhere in the air, unsure of where to land in this weird position. Time seemed to slow down for both of them, frozen in the small space like there was no movement beyond theirs. Hong’s head was brushing the roof of the small car. He bent a little, subconsciously, to protect his neck from the weird position.
Nut took that small movement as a yes. He leaned in closer, seeing the look in Hong’s eyes shift from surprise to something else. One hand lifted to Hong’s mouth, a thumb caressing the side of his mouth. Nut looked into Hong’s eyes again, felt him move his face closer.
That was all the answer he needed. Nut leaned in and took the rest of the cone from between Hong’s lips, the slightest brush of their lips lighting both of them on fire. The hand holding Hong’s waist tightened as Nut pulled his face back, chewing the rest of the ice cream cone. He wiped the corner of Hong’s mouth, a sticky spot from leftover sugar. Hong turned his head at that exact moment and leaned into the touch, his tongue reaching towards Nut’s thumb.
They both leaned in at the same time, crashing their lips, hungry for the sticky sweetness on each other’s lips and for the cooling sensation of their tongues in each other’s mouths. With his right hand, Nut pushed his seat back and down so Hong could lean into him, deepening the kiss until it became a storm between them.
“Thanat, what are we doing?” Hong gasped away from Nut’s mouth, pulling back a little to look down at the now reclining Nut. His eyes were glossed over, skin flushed from the neck up. Nut’s hands were traveling up and down Hong’s back, and he was so glad that his windows were tinted at this moment.
“Are you okay with this? Do you want to stop?” He asked Hong, praying the latter didn't want to stop their exploration.
Hong’s hands were now resting on Nut’s chest, tightening their hold in his shirt as Hong leaned in closer. “I don’t think so,” he said, leaning in enough to gently brush his lips lightly against Nut’s. Nut caught Hong’s lips in a real kiss, not shying away, hands moving under Hong’s half-unbuttoned shirt.
“You taste like coconut ice cream, gross,” Hong joked in between kisses, but he couldn’t care one bit if Nut tasted like overripe durian right now– he needed those lips on him.
Nut’s light laughter in response rumbled against Hong’s skin as he peppered sticky-sweet kisses along his jaw, down the line of his throat, and at his pulse point. That one drew a deep inhale from the boy on top of him. Nut smiled into the other’s throat, before kissing his way back up to Hong’s lips. He licked Hong’s bottom lip and sucked on it gently. Hong’s hands moved, traveling up and tangling in Nut’s hair. He tugged at the chestnut strands, pulling Nut’s head back so Hong could kiss down his throat too. The air conditioning in the car was starting to become useless against the heat trapped between their bodies. Hong was becoming restless in Nut’s lap.
“Nut,” Hong whispered between kisses.
“Nut, we should–” he moaned into Nut’s mouth. Nut’s hold on Hong’s waist was getting stronger. He was moving Hong back and forth on his lap, the tightening of both their pants proving a delicious point that they both were dancing around for the last few months.
Hong moved his hips in response to the tightening grip on his hips– he jerked his hips closer, faster. Whimpers fell from his mouth, his words lost on his tongue before they could even escape him.
Hong forgot what he was saying as Nut dragged his tongue across his bottom lip again, one hand coming to hold his jaw in place, not harshly, just firm.
“What do you want, Hong? I’ll do anything you want, right now.” His honey voice dripped. He looked into Hong’s eyes, dark with hunger.
“If I sit on top of you any longer, I don’t think either one of us is going to make it back to the dorm looking put together,” Hong whispered, slightly leaning into the touch, not even breaking eye contact.
Nut thought about that for a second. He didn’t care if he looked put together– he just wanted Hong’s mouth back on his, but he wouldn’t push it, after all this waiting. Hong wanted to get back to the dorm first, so that’s what was going to happen. His hands didn’t let go of Hong’s waist, though. He tightened his hold and brought the other down for one more kiss, peppering his face in pecks until Hong was a squirming, struggling mess of giggles. “I don’t want to let go,” he dropped another kiss on Hong’s mouth, smile still lingering on his lips, “but I’m not letting you go when we get back either,” he felt something tighten on his lap, a delicious warmth spreading between them.
“Mhm, we’ll see,” Hong teased, moving off of Nut’s lap after another kiss and back into his seat. He put on his seatbelt, acting like nothing happened even though his face and neck were a rosy shade of pink now, but inside, he was craving the feeling of Nut’s fingers wrapped around his waist, his lips all over his skin. He couldn’t wait to get back.