[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
Chapter 2: A man like Khun Channon
The light shone through the balcony door into the brightly colored bedroom, revealing two tall men lying side by side. Their clothes were scattered from the side, the bed, all the way to the room's entrance, indicating that neither wasted a single minute in expressing their love through physical language...even in undressing.
Morning had arrived, and the room's owner woke up first.
Khun Channon, or as his friends call him, Shin-san, opened his eyes, paused for a moment, recalling why he felt so sore all over. The answer was simple; just by turning to look at the person sleeping with his arm as a pillow...Phii Oat.
Ah, now I know why I ache all over.
Don't ask how many rounds we went last night. From the third round, no one was counting anymore. It started at the room's entrance, moved to beside the bed, on the bed, in various positions, until even Shin felt that by the later rounds, everything was numb. It was pleasurable, sure, but halfway through, it felt like he wasn't fully aware anymore, then he didn't know when he fell asleep.
“Looks like I slept well because of you, huh.”
The speaker propped himself up to lie on his side, looking at his former senior who had now become his lover.
No, actually. If we really go back, it was him who desperately wanted this man.
An honest, straightforward man, loyal to one love. Plus, he was serious to the point of seeming crazy, a person so different from him, like opposite poles. But it's because of these differences that Phii Oat attracted him more than anyone, caught his eye more than anyone else, even though all along he had only dated cute, protectable kids who depended solely on him.
This person taught him that you must give and receive at the same time...even if lately, he's been on the receiving end more.
This is the one who made Shin willing to switch from being the aggressive top to playing the submissive bottom like this...which, well, is okay.
Before, one might have said Phii Oat was terrible, only good for his huge phallic object in bed, but wait, that's not it. The proof was last night when he gave it his all until Shin realized that in the past few months, an honest man remains unchanged. The one with Shin probably has to admit...love.
But! Ah, this event needs another word too, since yesterday's case isn't cleared yet, but Shin gave in because he couldn't deny that he wanted him too, because he's just a man who hadn't seen his boyfriend in months. Plus, he was confident there's no cheating to break them up, so fair enough, he decided to just do it, they can talk later, this is the reason Shin has to himself.
However, now that he was awake. Phii Oat is feeling relieved. Rewarded for the surprise, massively, now it's his turn to get back at me for being unreachable.
The thoughts of someone who quietly gets out of bed, walks to the bathroom, scans briefly, and grabs a brightly colored bottle, then those long legs carry the naked, muscular body back to the bedside where the “prey” lies fast asleep.
Don't wake up just yet, he'll use a soft voice and a pitiful look to soften his heart again.
Phee
Shin pulls the blanket off the other, but perhaps due to accumulated fatigue, combined with last night's intense workout, Phii Oat still doesn't wake. His sharp eyes scan his boyfriend's admirable physique, back to the sharp face starting to show faint stubble, then...
The mixed-race young man moves back onto the bed, before...spreading both legs apart.
“Shit.”
The handsome, wicked face smiles even more mischievously, the kind of smile that would make Dear shiver and run to hide behind his husband.
Yes. He's thinking of doing something wicked.
Now the owner is asleep. Little Oat (the penile one) is also asleep, so the big hand doesn't hesitate to slowly lift it up, stroking it in a way that knows how to make the other party happy. While the sharp face leans down, and then proceeds to...lick.
Whether he's asleep now or not, soon Shin will make sure both the bigger man and the smaller man wake up.
Slurp.
The tip of the pink tongue moves to lick along the length, starting from the bottom to the top, until it's soaking wet, then moves to use the lips to suck on the side of the hot, heavy flesh, feeling that the father starts to move slowly as the hand begins to enter the mouth, then moves to fondle the two round masses.
“Sss.”
Just as Shin sucks hard, the person on the bed makes a sound from his throat, making the lips sneer even more, smiling in an attractive way, the hand strokes up to the tip, then rubs it vigorously.
“Ah, mmmmmm.” Phii Oat started to moan sweetly for him to hear. So, Shin turns to grab the bottle he just fetched.
Pop.
The sound of the cap opening interrupts the sound of lips taking in the hot rod. Meanwhile, two hands are squeezing skin lotion until both are slippery, rubbing gently to warm it up, then slowly...
Slide.
Shin's fingertip slowly and expertly inserts into the tight passage, but that's enough to make the sleeping person...jolt awake.
“Hey!!!!”
Arthit wakes up to find his boyfriend has already started.
“Shin, what are you doing...don't press there…”
Shin says he almost died laughing...even though he couldn't speak properly because the hot thing was throbbing in his mouth, when Phii Oat woke up with a loud scream, but sorry, once the finger inserted hit the right spot, the person who was almost out of cum to release cummed, his voice hoarse, his body jerking, forcing him to flick his fingertip, then go down.
Phii, do you think forbidding me will work or what...The more you forbid, the more I want to do it.
“Ah! Shin, don't...I'm not kidding, ugh...Ahh.”
The former senior head hazer groaned with a trembling voice, because even though he had never bottomed with Shin in that way before, after four years and numerous advances, his body had to sometimes yield to the rhythm of his lover, especially a lover who knew how to make another man feel good.
Lick.
“Come on, Phii Oat, don't tense up, or you'll just end up hurting.”
The person currently sucking on the hot flesh let it go, then ran his tongue along its length with a mischievous smile. His other hand still probed deeply inside, thrusting forcefully, making the person lying on his back try to squirm away. But at this point, did Shin think he would let go? The more he tried to escape, the more vigorously the fingers moved inside.
“Shin...no...ah...”
Thud.
The refusal made the listener prop himself up, his other hand pressing against the soft mattress. His eyes darted to meet those of the former senior head hazer, his fingers still delving deep into the tight passage, now three fingers in, and that look made Oat freeze.
“Do you think you have a choice or what?”
“I...”
“Disappearing for weeks and now you want to protest, Phii Oat?”
“But I...”
“Plus, I let you have your way last night. What more do you want?”
The questioner raised an eyebrow with a look that said no arguing was allowed, and that made the listener fall silent, as if realizing there was no escaping this morning's fate. This made Shin laugh, and he spoke the final words that decided whether Arthit would have any right to appeal or not.
“Don't you want to be fair, just a bit?”
Okay, that right was gone ever since Arthit decided to get serious.
“I...not really, Shin.”
The man said in a pitiful voice, but it didn't soften the listener's heart, because Shin leaned in, his face close to the ear, and whispered,
“It's okay, I'll soon make you feel better. Just you wait.”
“Ugh! Ugh…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Oat had no time to argue or plead for sympathy. Because the fingers that had slipped in started to move slowly in and out, in a rhythm so torturously slow it nearly drove him mad. His sharp face tilted up to look at the ceiling, giving the person above the opportunity to move, leaning down to press a kiss on his lips.
“Smooch...slurp...”
The tip of the tongue delved deep, expertly, now clinging earnestly to someone who was now craving for a touch to relieve the aching pain below. Shin bit the other's lip, then sucked hard, making the person underneath shiver until his hips lifted, matching the rhythm of the insertion, the repeated thrusting, until the sound of kissing mixed with deep moans might turn some off, but not this Eurasian man.
The more Phii Oat moaned, the more Shin got excited.
“Is it good, Phii Oat?”
“It's...um...good...”
“I'll make it feel even better.” Shin licked his lips with satisfaction before pushing his lover's legs up higher than before, then positioned himself on his knees. One hand still teased and stroked the channel, now wetter and softer...while the other hand moved to stroke little Shin, which was expanding in sync with its father.
“Shin...give it to me...I...ugh...will do it...”
At that moment, the person lying limp from intense stimulation said softly, making the listener turn to meet his eyes, seeing those sharp eyes looking at his little son, leading him to smirk, move closer, and guide his member to the other's lips.
“Go on.”
Eyes locked, before Phii Oat...extended his tongue to lick.
“Mmmmm.”
Shin groaned in his throat, satisfied with the moist heat that was licking along his length, but he didn't stop his hand that was also guiding the other's way. His sharp eyes only watched the handsome face of the former head hazer who was now bending down to take him into his mouth, forcing him to grab a pillow for support.
‘This position is exhausting’ he thought.
“Do you like my shaft, Phii?”
The mixed-race young man still teased with a hoarse voice, his hand moving to clutch the dark hair, but Oat didn't answer because his mouth was full. Then, he slowly moved his head, his skills much improved from before, which made Shin groan in a low, hoarse voice, sweat beading around his forehead, breathing heavily, feeling the urge to dive into this person quickly.
Not for revenge, but because he wanted to...love deeply.
“Mmmh...mmmhpf...”
So, he thrust his fingers into the other man multiple times, making Phii Oat jolt, almost releasing what was in his mouth at that moment. He looked down at his lower body being invaded until the person who didn't like being at the bottom was completely overwhelmed with sensation.
“I can't take it anymore, man.”
If they weren't on the bed, Shin would have laughed out loud at the person being fingered. No matter how many times, it was never Shin, as the face of desire turned into one of panic. As he moved to sit between the legs, he rubbed his large part against the narrow passage. But, well, Shin had taken how many people's innocence? And now, just with his own boyfriend.
“Phii Oat.”
His deep voice whispered, drawing the gaze of the larger man to look at him.
“I won't hurt you, you know that.” The soft, pleasant voice of the former musician whispered, soothing, while his warm lips touched the stubbled cheek, then dragged to the lips, licking the lower lip to relax the other, his hand, slick with lotion, skillfully squeezing and kneading Phii Oat's heated flesh.
Looking at the person who was gradually weakening,
“I know...but...”
“Shh.” Shin interrupted, with a look that anyone would sacrifice themselves for, making the listener almost submit. But...
“Let me have you tonight, please.”
“!!!”
Thrust.
“Ugh!!! Shin, more...no, don't...yet...ah...”
Shin now knew exactly what his lover liked in bed, so whatever was done last night, he reciprocated. He said he wasn't cheating, so at that moment, the heat penetrated into the tight passage, all at once, making the receiver almost scream incoherently, clutching the bedsheet tightly, legs spread for him to thrust deeply.
The depth made him feel a pang in his stomach, but Shin didn't intend to torment his lover for long. He began to move, slowly thrusting his body, watching the intense face turn deep red, with panting breaths indicating that Phii Oat felt something, if not a lot. So...
“Here we go, darling.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Ugh...Ah...Shin. Shin...don't do...ah...it...”
The mixed-race young man thrust heavily, knowing well that amidst the discomfort, there was overwhelming desire making Phii Oat almost writhe, his low, deep moans filling the room. As the senior moved to meet the touch, lifting one hand to cover his face as if not wanting to show his expression of bliss at this moment.
“Feels good, doesn't it?”
“Ugh...hack...hack...”
Phii Oat didn't answer, and Shin didn't need one. With this kind of thing, the body's response says it all. So, he leaned forward, demanding a kiss which was passionately returned, while continuing to slam his hips forward multiple times, the bed creaking against the floor no different from the night before.
“Damn, that's good!”
He hadn't fucked Phii Oat ever and hadnt actually had sex with anyone. So,for him who was used to free sex but was starved and now was given his freedom, he now gritted his teeth, feeling like he couldn't hold on any longer at any given moment, trying to ease up a bit, one hand moving with their lover's. But...
“Fuck…cum…now...”
The thicker man yanked his neck closer to whisper heavily, knowing the mixed-race young man was close. And that made Shin lean in for a deep kiss, and his hips...they didn't hold back anymore, thrusting vigorously, “Ah...ha...ugh...”
The temperature in the room rose frighteningly high because those who didn't want to give in now did, and those who wanted to went all out, until the bed creaked loudly, in harmony with the sound of flesh colliding. Both moved, hips meeting, connecting the wet, soaked parts with no one yielding, their low moans fueling the passion.
And Shin...came first.
“Ha...hack...hack...damn, that's good...”
The mixed-race young man with beautiful hair said in a deep voice, his hand brushing through his own blue-black hair, looking down at the heavily panting person beneath him, who hadn't yet finished, leading him to bend over, supporting himself on the mattress.
“I'll do it for you.”
Fap, fap, fap...
“Ha...ugh...ugh...”
Shin gripped the hot flesh with one hand, stroking with full force, the sound of stroking mixed with heavy breathing, while slowly moving his hips, stimulating his boyfriend's insides, who gritted his teeth, eyes closed, sweat beading on his forehead, and then Phii Oat...released.
“Hack...hack...hack...”
This time, the sound of panting echoed throughout the bedroom, the two young men looked at each other, before Shin...
Hug.
“Hack, hack...That was awesome, Phii Oat.” The tall figure threw himself into a hug with the other, in a way that, even the exhausted one lying down reached out to hug back. They didn't care about the body soaked in stains, sweat, and blood; there was only the sound of soft laughter, indicating that no matter how much Oat disliked bottoming, for Shin only...he would still give in.
Then, Shin said...
“Thank you, Phii.”
“For this...you know.”
“Hahaha.” Someone should see the face of this tough older senior who once stood strong in the cheering room, because now Oat’s face was pale, as if scared he'd be asked to go another round, eliciting loud laughter in the room. Then Shin reached out to lightly slap his face, slowly shaking his head, and said half-jokingly, half-seriously, yet with seriousness...
“Thank you for following me here.”
The listener went silent, then reached out for a handshake, which, although Shin laughed, he accepted. Then, the one who had been teased all morning asked back,
“Shin, you asked if I liked that part of you, right?...I don't like it.” His sharp eyes looked down before returning to meet the other's gaze, slowly shaking his head, causing the mixed-race young man to frown.
Does he hate it that much? My moves are quite something.
However, he didn't speak yet, still waiting to hear what Phii Oat would say next, and...
“But I love...I love everything about you. Whether it's our sex, your personality, your looks, everything...I love it all.”
“Even when you get punched?” Shin raised his eyebrows teasingly, making the speaker glare at him, but despite the teasing, his heart...trembled violently.
“And because I love...I'm willing...willing to do anything, no matter what it is.”
Actually, Phii Oat should have said he's willing even to spread his legs, despite really not liking it at all.
Shin, with a face as handsome as a leading actor that friends often tease, looks even more captivating, looking at someone making a strange face, who says they give in, but Phii Oat really did bottom. A person who doesn't think to be a bottom under anyone, accepts this back-and-forth relationship, and is willing to do everything for their future together. Someone so serious that he once seemed foolish in his eyes...that's indescribably cute.
Honestly, Shin wants to respond with something heartfelt, but...it's not his style.
“So, does this mean you'll always give in to me from now on?”
There it is, his face turned pale, I really want to take a picture to show off. I bet the juniors would laugh out loud.
“Occasionally, I mean, occasionally is better, right?”
The tall guy answers evasively, without a decisive tone, so Shin had to lean down to kiss those lips, then pull away, standing beside the bed.
“Let's just say I'll decide when these 'occasions' are. When you sleep next to me, you better watch your back, Phii.” After saying that, the tall figure, not bothering to cover up, walked into the bathroom, leaving the other, now completely stunned, lying still. But hey, he's fair enough.
“Oh, Phii Oat...I forgot to tell you...” Shin poked his head out from the bathroom, his face still adorned with a smile, but his eyes...serious.
“I might not say 'I love you' often, but when I do say it to someone, it means...don't even think about being with someone else, or I will kill you!”
Although it sounds like a threat at first, the true meaning is...Shin will cherish that person forever.
“I know.” Whether the meaning was conveyed or not, Phii Oat smiled and turned to look at a nano block structure on the bookshelf...a cool superbike.
The guitar represents Shin, but it's with Oat.
The superbike represents Oat, but it's at Shin's.
The heart...that we exchanged to keep and cherish.
The other person's heart probably noticed as there was time to look around the room, and realized that Shin, this person, still has only one person in his heart. No matter how much the environment changes.
A smile appeared on both their faces, then it faded from Oat's face when the room's owner said simply,
“Well. Since we're already here, you're staying in Japan for another two months, right? Next month is Golden Week, you won't need to work, so let's go to Kyoto together. My family would probably love to meet you.”
Just like that, the handsome, sharp face turned even paler than if painted white.
Shin's laughter was incredibly satisfying as he got back at the person who made his heart flutter, which isn't surprising why the other was quite scared. As it's known, his mother's side of the family works, does what, has a reputation in what aspects in Kyoto, and each meeting between Phii Oat and the elder relatives, who are now the leaders of the family...almost ended in disaster several times.
With a pale face, thinking it might be better not to tease for too long,
“Just kidding. If you really get time off, I'll take you around by myself, but for now, get up Phii Oat, go take a shower, I'm so hungry I could eat you whole.”
“You've already eaten me.”
Although he complained unhappily about the earlier threat, the other person got up willingly and followed into the bathroom, where Shin realized he'd made a mistake.
A man as big as two buffaloes squeezed into a tiny bathroom, was this about to get heated again or what!
Yet...it was filled with the laughter of lovers who hadn't seen each other for many months.
Vrr...Vrr...Vrr...
But at the moment when both were showering together, Shin's phone vibrated softly, with a short message in Japanese appearing on the screen, saying...
...Don't forget to bring him home...
From a sender named...Aniki.
[1] Aniki mean older brother or older man and sometimes used between cousins
Chapter 3: The Love Between Just Us Two
At noon...even though it was a Saturday, most restaurants were bustling with office workers, especially the affordable, tasty, and generous ones. Therefore, it was fortunate that Shin had spent his morning productively by getting back at his former senior head hazer. By the time they showered and dressed, the clock was nearing afternoon. Thus, when they went out for lunch, the eateries had started to have available seats, saving them from waiting.
“Did you bring any homemade stir-fry sauce, or are we stuck with Japanese food for two months until we're sick of it?” Shin asked as he sat down at a table inside, addressing the person next to him who was looking around with interest, particularly at the menu signs in Japanese around the restaurant.
“I brought some.”
“Good. And you haven't told me where you're staying yet...I'll order for you then.” The half-Thai young man asked, just as an employee came to take their order. He decided on his own, ordering without waiting for a response from the other, to which Oat just nodded. Although he could read some Japanese and manage simple conversations, letting the local Shin handle it was easier.
Then, he chose to answer the question that made Shin nod slowly.
“It's not too far from Tokyo.”
“Hmm. So, I can visit you every weekend.”...This time, the man here laughed loudly, his face stern, then he countered,
“I'll tell you something, working in a Japanese company in Thailand versus in Japan is different. You'll learn what truly hard work is like, not even counting the after-work drinks here and there...Even if you're just here for a work observation, I'll wait to see your condition after a month from now, see how you'll be.” Shin didn't miss a chance to scare him, which would make Dear go pale, his eyes widening. But for the other party...
“Even if I'm tired, I'll do it. We only have two months together before we separate for another year...Why wouldn't I be able to handle just this much tiredness?” He said, looking at CHin with a steady gaze, which made the listener stop laughing, then changed to a charming smile, slowly shaking his head at the serious person, always serious no matter what the matter.
“Don't you think I would ever come to see you instead?”
“I know you study hard.”
Oat replied immediately, making the one who called him hard-working smile, then countered...
“Why wouldn't I be able to do this much?”
Thud.
The former head of the hazing team fell silent, visibly still, indicating he hadn't expected...to hear something like this. Then, Shin casually mentioned,
“Initially, this Golden Week, I planned to fly back to see you...even if at first, it was just to make sure you weren't dead.” The words conveyed that it wasn't only the pure Thai thinking about the mixed-race around here; the feelings were mutual, and then...
Pat.
Amidst the chatter at the company cafeteria, at the innermost table where only foreign languages were spoken, the hands of two men, as if by habit, touched lightly on the table...a touch.
A touch that wasn't quite a handshake, nor an intertwining of fingers, or a direct touch; it was the back of their hands lightly brushing against each other, conveying the feeling of longing, letting the other know that no matter where they were, damn, they missed each other terribly.
Oat smiled at this, perhaps the sweetest gesture they could afford, but still, he had to shake his head slowly.
“They've arranged for me to stay in the company dorm, and I'm not sure about the exact rules on bringing someone else into the dorm...It might be easier for me to come to you, but it might be another Friday or Saturday morning. If there's a week I can't make it, I'll call to let you know.” The older man said, causing the other to nod, “Well, can't be helped then. I'll just have to wear an apron and cook, waiting for my wife to come back for dinner.”
“Shin.” The wife flinched. Not embarrassed to speak loudly...even if no one could understand, she called out because of her changed status to wife, but she had to fall silent when the other side countered with:
“Or are you going to argue about this morning?”
“...”
Oh, it's hilarious, teasing Dear isn't as fun as making Phi Oat make this face, really now.
By now, Mister Dranpat or Dear to his friends, must be sneezing so much his daughter thinks he has a cold, definitely because since this morning, he's been mentioned way too much.
Oat moved his lips as if to say something, then fell silent, lowering his hand to rub his hip, his expression frowning, probably recalling the morning's events. Luckily, the food arrived before he could dwell on it, hurriedly pushing the thought away as he looked down at a bowl of something with stewed meat and a golden chicken egg poured over hot rice, sprinkled with seaweed.
“Oyakodon, you like chicken, right?”
Shin also dropped the morning's topic, nodding towards his boyfriend's plate. While pulling his own beef bowl in front of him, he handed chopsticks to the other.
“Hmm, you remembered.” Shin just smiled at those words. While breaking his chopsticks, “And you, you've been here for months. Aren't you tired of Japanese food?”
Oat countered, forgetting the whole husband-wife thing, asking out of genuine curiosity. Despite talking almost every day, the other hardly shared what he was doing, where he was, except for occasionally mentioning how tough his studies were, or reading piles of research papers.
A question that made Shin laugh.
“Did you forget my mom is Japanese?” The listener looked up into his eyes, prompting further explanation.
“Even in Thailand, the food at my house...mostly it's Japanese food, and I used to stay here as a kid, Japanese food was something Shin's palate preferred much more than Thai food.” Oat listened quietly, because the other hardly ever talked about his childhood. If there was anything, it was about being forced to come here...even though he didn't want to, he couldn't refuse the orders from this side.
“But my favorite would probably be ramen...Have I told you yet that I've gone on a ramen-eating spree around Japan?”
“You have.”
“Then have I told you about the time when the folks at home found out I took money and disappeared for several days...what did I get?”
A question to which Oat slowly shook his head, making the storyteller laugh.
“Heh, my grandma was really mad, said how could a child just disappear like that, and...back then, I was still in middle school, at the peak of my rebellious phase...anyone who picked a fight got one back, but you helped me out, said, being a Nirasawa means you have to dare to gain and lose, the result was I got grounded for a full month, and you. You got nagged by grandma every time she saw your face.” The storyteller said with a chuckle, thinking back to that period was amusing.
This Shinchan was like a troubled kid trying to get the adults to pay attention to his needs.
Shin was okay with coming to Japan during summer or long holidays, but he was not okay at all with being separated from his parents because of the adults' laughable excuse...even though he had half Thai blood, the other half needed to learn to be a Nirasawa. Plus, it was the worst agreement in his mind back then.
Because his Japanese mother fell in love with a Thai scholarship student, amidst the family's objections, but because “pregnancy” came up first, the family reluctantly allowed their daughter to become a foreign bride, but with many conditions like, the grandchild must have a Japanese name, the grandchild must study here, a myriad of issues without asking how the grandchild felt about it, so when he grew up, no one could control him.
His demeanor seemed completely unbothered by the old stories, but...
Thud
Oat reached out with his free hand to grasp his boyfriend's wrist, looking into his eyes.
“But this time, you won't be lonely like last time.”
Shin wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He looked at the person trying to protect him. He was small, slender, with a personality like a puppy. Despite being a fierce tiger who feared no one, why couldn't he pull his hand away? Why was his heart beating out of rhythm, and why...did he smile?
“Act like yourself, really.” Phii Oat didn't argue back this time, indicating he was serious, so he had to say,
“This time, I'll be fine...just two years, and I probably won't stay here this long again.”
Two years from now, he would get to go back to living with this stoic-faced senior.
RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr
At that moment, Shin's phone rang, causing Oat to let go of his hand. He watched the Japanese man look at his phone with a surprised expression for a fleeting moment, glance at him, then answer the call, speaking rapid Japanese so fast that even a Thai who had studied some could barely understand. He was only sure of one word...aniki.
The word that almost made Oat drop his chopsticks.
The conversation, which Oat couldn't digest a single word of, continued until his boyfriend hung up, and probably would feel full, buying nothing more for this entire weekend, because...
“My brother ordered us to go to Kyoto this Golden Week.”
A decree from his boyfriend's brother that if disobeyed...someone would surely come to abduct him from in front of his company.
“Come on, Phii Oat, consider it a trip.”
“Do you know what happened the last time I met your brother?”
“I can guess.”
After a breakfast-cum-lunch where Arthit almost let his boyfriend eat instead, Shin took him on a train to buy something. Now, the former senior head hazer was agreeing to everything, still unable to regain his composure from the earlier statement, his sharp face visibly paler as if he was about to face execution.
Shin patted his shoulder to comfort him, before hearing a stern voice reply back.
The previous time was when Phii Oat came for a seminar here, just a few days, but that Japanese cousin could still manage to call him out from the group he came with, under the pretext of...coming to get a souvenir for his brother in Thailand.
Others might have willingly come in his place, because it seemed like a kind gesture from a brother, but for Oat, how could he not know...it was a clear threat.
In just half an hour of sitting and talking, the fiercest brother of the siblings turned into a little teddy bear...in front of that man. It felt like three years had passed, all with just questions about the well-being of Shin, but every time he answered, he could tell there were threats being implied.
If Oat made Shin sad again, no matter where on earth he might be, that brother would definitely hunt him down for retribution.
“You seem not to like me,” Oat said dryly.
“Heh, have you ever heard...don't insult the face of a Nirazawa?”
The listener could swear it was the first time he heard it today, when he turned to look at the man leaning casually against the train door, attracting many eyes, perhaps because of his hair color, black that turned blue in the sunlight, or his handsome face, that was also attractive...even that exasperated smile was something to behold.
“No.”
“Then you should remember it, it's our family motto.”
The listener couldn't smile, because it was true he had made Shin sad before, but that was a misunderstanding; the other thought he still had feelings for Dear, but those feelings had turned into sibling-like affection. Ever since getting close to this troublemaking kid who never ceased to amaze.
For them, it might be a misunderstanding that could be resolved with some clarification, but for Shin's family, it was considered...an insult.
“Sigh.”
“Oh...I forgot something.”
However, it seems Shin wasn't content with just stressing out his fan, as he softly sang and then turned to smile...a chilling smile.
“But my brother's motto...never make someone like Nirasawa Akira hate your guts.”
Thud.
Now, the handsome bear-like brother of the younger ones, his face as pale as paper, his body shrunk like a stuffed teddy bear, because how could he not know that he was the very person that man truly despised!
Shin's light laughter didn't offer much comfort, knowing well he wouldn't let the other be harmed anyway. But let it be, for it meant people around here would be too preoccupied with this matter until next month. Certainly, no time to pay attention to any girl in this company.
Shin himself was aware that it wasn't just him who was being watched; the person beside him was no less impressive.
The stout man in casual clothes, matching in height, fit perfectly with Phii Oat, and his short, messy hair was quite appealing. Luckily, around here, there was no way to race like Phii Oat loved. Otherwise, I guarantee girls would be lining up.
Phii Oat when racing superbikes...damn, he's irresistible.
The thought made him lick his lips, reminiscing about the times when the other was on a superbike over a thousand cc, speeding dangerously through the night streets of Bangkok, winning every race, making him wish to return to those times quickly.
Those undergrad days were fun...insanely fun.
The thoughts of someone smiling wider than before, because the fun wasn't just about Phii Oat racing, but after the races, those who love danger and excitement often get “excited” more than usual.
“Come on, Phii. Maybe next month, you might not be able to stop.”
“Your brother will come to see me at the company entrance, right?”
Oh, so that means the last time Aniki was waiting at the seminar, huh?
Shin laughed amusedly, though inwardly he was starting to feel annoyed that his older relative was overstepping his boundaries...Even though he knew it was out of concern, because that man had helped and raised him since he was a child, the one who helped him through the incredibly lonely times here...No matter how many years passed, no matter how capable his younger brother became, the other person still saw Shin as that child who built a Lego house representing his home in Thailand, expressing his longing to return.
“Come on, I'll give you a consolation prize.”
“A prize?”
The listener turned to meet his gaze, as Shin raised his eyebrows. He didn't answer the question, even as the train arrived at the station where they would disembark, and he led the way to the shop he wanted, explaining as he went:
“Last time, I just bought stuff here on order for Sun.” Shin mentioned another close friend from their gang, to which the listener furrowed his brows.
“On order? To resell or what?”
“Nope, Phii, he uses it with his wife.”
The mixed-race young man said with a chuckle, remembering when his best friend sent a long list of items, like a kite's tail, some of which were so out there he had to ask if he was sure his wife would use them to bash his head in. But the class president of their year just grinned widely and answered confidently:
“If you're buying, might as well make it worthwhile, right? Whether he likes it or not, he'll try it, and then he'll know. Plus...these days, Phii Riu, he's like a fierce little cat.”
Nowadays, he still compares his wife to a kitten, but from what he's seen, she's more like a fierce cat, seeing the scratches and slaps all over Sun's face and body. But his friend never learns his lesson, saying they're scars of honor, and keeps looking for more toys.
Last time, he took several items, sent them over. But he hasn't reported back on the results yet...Hmm, by now he might be a corpse guarding the flower beds.
Eventually, both of them stopped in front of a store filled with cosplay outfits, but as soon as Oat looked up to see what kind of shop it was...
“Shin!”
“Or do you want to be sprayed with lotion instead?”
The word that made Oat's face even more stressed because...it's a sex shop, you know.
The person who brought him chuckled lightly, explaining with his mouth,
“They won't know we're buying it for ourselves. They'll just think foreign tourists are buying it as a gift for friends. Come on in. No one's going to pay attention to you.”
“I'm not worried about whether they'll know we're using it together, but it doesn't seem necessary.”
Yeah, actually. It's not necessary, the stuff you need can be bought at any convenience store. But we're here because I didn't want you to be stressed.
Shin knew Phii Oat was already stressed. His mind must be even more stressed than the meeting the family at home issue, so what's easier to relieve stress than to annoy the person around here? The mixed-race young man walked in, picked up Shin, opened it playfully, teased his face with it, looked into the stern face of the one shaking his head vigorously, and then laughed.
“Want some, Phii? For the lonely mood.”
Shin pulled out a canister designed for pleasure, waving it back and forth, in a way that made the lonely person frown instantly.
“No need...Just thinking of your face...I can manage.”
Damn, that's straightforward.
The listener raised an eyebrow slightly, then put the toy back in its place, and walked over to the shelf with various kinds of lubricating gel, grabbed one, and tossed it to the person following him.
“But this, you can't refuse that you need it.”
“Don't you have any in your room?”
“Well, I don't have anyone to use it with.”
Thud.
This time it was Oat who froze, because he remembered well that his lover's room in Thailand had these things in the drawer, but there was none here. Moreover, the clear statement that there was no one to use it with, that eased the fear in his heart a bit. He watched the back of the person selecting items as if choosing clothes, then his lips curved into an attractive smile.
“Shin.”
“Mmmh?”
The person called turned around, until he met with a smile and a deep voice that clearly stated,
“I just need this much.” Oat shook the bottle of gel in his hand, prompting the listener to ask back, “All the way here...I thought I'd give in to you a bit.”
However, Oat replied clearly,
“Just your daily compromise is already more than enough for me...I don't demand anything more than this.”
The pleasant words made the listener pause for a moment. Without answering any questions, he walked to the counter to pay for items typically found in convenience stores, ignoring the fact that the cashier might see his rarely seen wide smile.
This was more than enough...fitting for Phii Oat.
The one who wanted to ease some tension ended up being the one to yield, since Phii Oat said so, what could he do but leave the store with just a single bottle of lube, at the moment his phone in his pants pocket rang again, but this time not from someone in Kyoto.
It was the former sweetheart of Phii Oat...Dear.
“Yes.”
While Shin pressed to answer and greeted with just one word, listening to the excited voice on the other end,
[Hey Shin, about searching for Phii Oat, I just ran into Phii Saifah! Listen, Phii Oat...]
“He is coming here to Japan.”
Before the pup could finish his story. Shin stole the climax of the tale, causing the person in Thailand to exclaim loudly,
[How did you know? I haven't even told you yet!
“You're too slow, Dear.”
[Slow? Where am I slow? I called you the moment I knew.]
At the end of the line, there was a grumbling voice, until one had to soothe with a chuckle, “Yeah, thanks for calling to tell me. When I get back to Thailand, I'll take you out for a meal.”
[Yeah, sure.]
“Alright, that's it then.”
[Hey, hey, hey, and what about meeting Phii Oat, huh?]
This is exactly why they say it's slow. How would you know if someone followed you to Japan if you didn't meet? So, the mixed-race guy just glanced at the person beside him, gave a slight smirk, and told his friend...
“That's it, the signal's bad.”
If Dear had thought for a moment, he would've remembered Shin just complained about being in Tokyo a few days ago. Not after the signal dropped, but he believed it, hung up, even though he looked fully suspicious, about Phii Oat, who still hadn't answered. He just turned to the person next to him and said briefly,
“Let's go back to the room, you must be tired too. You can rest in my room.”
“Sounds good.”
The older guy agreed, and walked beside him back to the train station, where no one passing by could guess that the two men chatting casually had their hands by their sides...touching.
Back of hand against back of hand.
“Shin.”
“Don't like it?”
“No, I like it.”
A quick move.
Even as they both got on the train back to the room, amidst many people, who would know that Shin was slyly moving one hand behind to hook his pinky with the rough, calloused fingers of his companion? Until Oat turned to meet his gaze, yet no rejection came from those eyes, only the tips of his ring and index fingers moved to intertwine with his boyfriend's, brushing lightly, to feel each other, before the sharp face turned away, smiling slightly at the girls around who couldn't stop glancing their way.
However, who would know that these two men are lightly holding onto each other's fingertips, loosely, unlike their hearts...which are now clinging together more tightly than ever.
The thought made Oat break into a wide smile, feeling good about his decision to follow through to this point, just to spend time together, not thinking...really not thinking that...he himself wouldn't escape unscathed.
…
A new morning with incessant notifications on his phone screen, and just as he opened it to look:
“Shin!!!”
“What, so noisy this early?”
How could the senior hazer not grit his teeth in this situation, when someone around here took a photo of him sleeping and posted it on Facebook, with a brief status:
‘...In case anyone's looking for him. He's with me…’
Oat wasn't angry about the misleading status, but rather the image of him sleeping shirtless. Plus, there was a kiss mark on his neck! Even with the coolest of tempers, one would have to feel a bit annoyed, but. It seemed the other party didn't feel guilty at all, nodding again while brushing his teeth, simply saying:
“Read the first comment, Phii Oat.”
The listener looked down at his phone, seeing comments from friends, seniors, and juniors who already knew...they were dating. And both of them were quite famous...albeit in different ways. He looked to see which was the first message, and upon seeing it, his irritation turned into two hands covering his face, because...
...That crazy person, whom Shin-san really loves...
Oat gave up; even if he was being teased...he'd just give in.
Since it was declared love for the world to see, Oat would willingly be teased forever, that's life.