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It was hot, and Shin’s legs were tired. His back and waist were sore. There was a dull soreness that lingered through his entire body. The air conditioner in their newly-rented two-bedroom apartment still didn’t work and Saint had promised to have them fixed by that day.
Shin had fully intended to scold Saint when he arrived from his football practice. He really had. But then Saint kissed him. And somehow, somewhere between one kiss and the next, Shin had completely forgotten what he was supposed to be angry about. But when Saint distracted him with a kiss (and more), he forgot his initial intention.
The floor in what was supposed to be their living room was cold, so Shin lied there on his side. The bedrooms were still newly painted, so they decided that both rooms are off limits for at least three days. Shin shifted a little to make himself more comfortable, because putting too much pressure on his butt would hurt and that would only make him want to scold Saint even more. He took the blanket (that they used as a mattress previously) and covered his lower part with it, while still feeling gross and sticky.
Saint was making noise in the bathroom and Shin honestly didn’t want to know what Saint was doing. He just closed his eyes and tried to sleep with his folding right hand acting as a makeshift pillow, cushioning his head from the cold and hard floor.
“Here, have some water,” Saint said from afar. Of course Shin didn’t budge, he was in pain and the pain was caused by Saint. The least he could do was bring the bottle of water to him and help him drink it. So Shin made no answer to it and pretended he was asleep. Even though Saint would always know whether he’s really sleeping or not.
“…dude, here’s some water. You need to drink so you don’t get dehydrated.” Shin could feel Saint squatting beside him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Saint with wild hair, offering the already uncapped mineral water bottle towards him. Shin noticed he was already wearing his black boxer, with no shirt. And Shin also noticed the purplish red bruises already formed on his collarbone.
Shin wanted to laugh in pride. He made those.
“...don’t wan’ get up.” Shin said while still closing his eyes. Sometimes he just wanted to be difficult so he could see Saint’s way of handling him.
“Or I can pour this water on you and you only have to open your mouth.”
Shin opened his eyes and he immediately glared at Saint, who was still squatting in front of him while holding a bottle.
“Do you want me to choke on it?” Shin asked. He chose the coldest tone he could muster, only to let Saint know that his previous action (even though Shin couldn’t deny that he did enjoy it) was not welcomed and that had pissed Shin off.
“…dude, it’s just water.”
Shin closed his eyes again as an act of protest. He wanted to get even angrier when Saint just stood up and left, and Shin figured that he went to the bathroom again, probably to shower without him. Leaving Shin all naked and exposed, sticky and messy, to clean himself after getting Shin all dirty just when he came back from his three hours of relentless dribling and passing practice.
He promised himself he would be so angry at Saint when he gained his strength. And scolded him about the air conditioner.
But just when Shin was about to drift into sleep, he heard something being put just above his head area and he felt Saint sitting just beside him. He then heard the sound of pouring water, and a few seconds later, he felt something cold and wet wiping his face ever so tenderly.
Shin then opened his eyes. He was curious about what Saint was doing, only to see Saint’s big puppy eyes looking bigger than they already are when he is focused, yet so familiarly tender. His hair was longer now, the damp bangs sticking to his forehead as sweat gathered along his hairline.
Saint was sitting cross-legged beside Shin’s body, quietly tending to him. It took Shin a good minute to realize that the coolness against his skin was from the cold, damp towel in Saint's hand. Saint was gently wiping his face, careful around his eyes and temples, as though even the slightest pressure might hurt him.
“Saint?”
Saint only hummed in response.
He dipped the towel back into the basin he had brought earlier, squeezed out the excess water, and returned to Shin's forehead. The cool touch was soothing against the heat of Bangkok's summer, especially with the room still unbearably hot at four in the afternoon.
“…what are you doing?” Shin continued, His voice softer this time as he watched Saint, who seemed completely absorbed in what he was doing.
“Cleaning you.”
There was no embarrassment in Saint's answer, no teasing either. He simply continued, moving the towel slowly from Shin's forehead to his cheeks, then down along his neck. It felt so good that Shin’s anger from before just melted into nothing at all.
Suddenly the broken air conditioner didn’t matter anymore. The anger he had been holding onto earlier seemed to quietly dissolve beneath Saint's gentle hands.
“…ugh,” Saint paused when he reached the side of Shin's neck, “...you would need to wear something with high collar tomorrow,” Saint said while wiping the particular spot on Shin’s lower neck, almost on his shoulder, but it definitely could still be seen when Shin wear low-collared T-shirt. “…I probably had bitten this without realizing.” Saint continued, looking at the spot closer just to get a better look of the bruise.
“You did.” Saint's eyes flickered up.
“...sorry.”
But there was barely any regret in his voice and Shin couldn't help smiling.
“You have one too, right here.” Shin said, lifting his left hand to reach Saint’s collarbone, “…and here, and here…,” nudging the bruised skin there playfully. The slightly younger boy just laughed a little, and Shin thinks Saint had the prettiest laugh in the world.
Saint continued wiping Shin’s chest, and then his hands, and down to his waist. But then Saint stopped a little, his expression changed completely. He caressed the side of Shin’s waist with his fingers, so carefully as if Shin was a wet clay pot that would dent if he touched it roughly.
“What’s wrong?” Shin asked, but Saint still continued caressing the skin there.
“I probably shouldn’t grip your waist too strongly,” Saint said, running the wet towel on the spot on Shin's waist that turned bluish ever so tenderly, “…you bruise like a peach.” He continued, but still looked uncomfortable.
“I think it’s pretty.” Shin said, half joking. And Saint snorted, then laughed too.
“You do?” Saint asked, and the way he looked at Shin, like those eyes were dim and soft but at the same time so sharp and tense. Shin always liked to think that it’s the way love looked on Saint.
Like tenderness. Like passion that burned. Like the ocean. Like fog on a high mountain. Like things Shin would sacrifice the whole world for.
“…I think it’s pretty too,” Saint added, “I think you are pretty.”
Shin barely had time to smile before Saint leaned down and caught his lips. The kiss was gentle, almost lazy, but Shin laughed into it anyway. Saint smiled against his mouth, as though Shin's laughter was something he wanted to taste, something he could never get enough of.
He kisses the smile right off Shin's lips and sighed softly, like he had just melted.
When Saint finally pulled away, Shin immediately made a small, disatisfied sound. A whine, almost.
Saint laughed.
“Come here,” he murmured, already leaning back in.
It was ridiculous, really.
It’s crazy how they are just young college boys who don’t have many things right at that moment… damn, they don't even have proper beds yet. The old apartment was rented with the help from their parents, a little bit faraway from the campus hence the price a little cheaper, but they have Saint's old motorcycle to ride on anywhere.
There were assignments to finish, part time jobs to handle as they are trying to help their parents, futures they hadn't figured out yet…
And yet, laying there together, tangled up in each other's warmth, with Saints hand still resting against Shin's cheek and Shin smiling like he had nowhere else in the world he would rather be… felt like they had everything.
Or maybe they did. Maybe at this age, having everything simply meant having someone who looked at you like you were the most important part of their lives. Someone who kissed your smile. Someone who stayed.
“Open your legs, I would need to clean there too before you scold me.” Saint said, dipping and squeezing the towel once again into the basin.
“Be careful, I’m still sensitive.” Shin said, letting Saint lift his left leg.
“I know.” He said.
There was something about the way Saint said it quietly and knowingly, but still unbearably gentle, that made Shin's chest tighten a little.
Saint carefully helped him adjust his position before settling between his legs. He moved slowly, never rushing, the damp towel gliding over Shin's skin with deliberate care, running it on his belly down to the V of his hips.
Shin closed his eyes and lifted his arm to cover them, still feeling a little bit embarrassed when he’s all exposed to Saint like that.
When the towel grazed his still sensitive private part, Shin had let out a loud gasp that made Saint shocked too, it felt like electricity ran through his capillaries, making his legs shake again, this time only for a few seconds.
“…Saint… Saint…” he tried to reach out to Saint in panic, trying to stop whatever he thought Saint was doing.
“Ssshhh… I’m sorry. I’m sorry," Saint caressed Shin's stomach, up until his chest. "I will be gentle, okay? I’m not doing anything, I am just getting you cleaned up. Bear with it a little, yeah?”
Shin still draped his arm to cover his eyes, biting his lower lips when he felt Saint wiping him there, cleaning the excess lube and almost dried cum from their two rounds of sex before. Shin had hissed when Saint lifted his leg to gain more access, but he didn’t say anything. He felt like a baby under Saint's care, so dependent, yet so calm and comfortable. He was exhausted enough after two classes that day, followed by a rough football practice. And the sex—no matter how good it was, still made him boneless tired afterwards.
"Can you try to push the cum out?" Saint asked, and Shin knew he didn't mean anything dirty, he's just being practical so Shin doesn't have to go to the bathroom to clean it himself.
"Shit, Saint, don't ask it like that,"
"Like what?" Ugh, his innocent little puppy - wait until he knows what that words are doing to Shin's still sensitive part, almost stirring it awake once again. He might probably take advantage of it over and over again.
"Nothing, just... Let's get this over with."
Saint cleaned him thoroughly, even further down to his legs, massaging them a little before finishing completely. Shin still registers Saint taking the basin and washing his hands in the bathroom. Shin also noticed when Saint put away the cum stained blanket, and took out a clean one from the cupboard. He then arranged it on the floor as if it was a futon, placing one big pillow and one thinner one on it.
“Scoot over here, the floor will hurt your back.” He said. And Shin just rolled there, having no more energy to lift himself up. He heard Saint laughed at his antics and that made him smile too.
Shin laid his head on the fluffy pillow, closing his eyes almost immediately.
“Lift your hip a little,” Saint said, he’s been ordering him a lot lately, Shin thought. But then Saint slid the thinner pillow under his butt, and Shin felt thankful. His butt was sore and Saint knew just what he needed, and sometimes Saint could really understand him so well, it’s almost scary.
Shin then felt he was covered with a thin sheet, covering just from his stomach until his knees.
“Gotta cover my naked baby,” Saint said, hovering over Shin to plant repeated kisses on every side of his face... But it was so freaking hot and the air conditioner didn’t work and Shin hated it when it’s hot and humid.
Without much thinking, Shin lifted one of his legs to kick Saint away from him, he was so hot and he couldn’t stand being in contact with Saint who was also sticky with sweat, and Saint was hot. Like, literally (and figuratively, but that's beside the point).
Saint faked a dramatic gasp, and Shin laughed with eyes closed. "...did you just kick me away?!”
“It’s freaking hot!!!” Shin almost yelled, but he still found it so funny that Saint looked so dejected, “…don’t touch me!!!”
“Just about half an hour ago you were begging to be touched and now—”
“Shut up, Saint.”
“—and now you suddenly don’t want me to get close?”
“Shut uppppp! I wanna sleep… Tired…”
“…I can’t believe you.”
And Shin pretended not to hear Saint mumbling things.
“…okay then, we will just cuddle at night.” Saint said, defeated.
“Not happening.” Shin said with eyes still closed.
“…but WHY?!! I wanna be held!!!”
And Shin wanted to laugh so loud, finding Saint’s naggy voice so amusing.
“No cuddle before you get the aircon fixed.”
Saint faked a cry and Shin chose to close his eyes and sleep.
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[END]
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This is a recycled fic because im an environmental activist