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It’s a normal morning. A typical one.
Phuwin wakes up barely minutes before Pond, cheek pressed into chest, his eyes blink a sleepy haze away as his lips part in a lazy yawn. Pond stiffens next to him before his eyes are fluttering open, lids opening once, twice, before they part more permanently, pupil settling on Phuwin through the small gaps the heavy lids allow.
In the mist of sleep, Phuwin reaches for Pond, pulling at his biceps, tugging him even closer, until they’re chest to chest; skin to skin.
He groans softly, parts his eyes lazily up at Pond, “hi.”
“Mmm,” Pond sighs, groggy, head rolling slightly on the pillow as he lifts his arms, stretches them towards the wall behind him before he lets one drape over Phuwin’s shoulders again, “good morning.”
Phuwin’s eyes part more at the greeting, before he lifts his cheek off his chest, pressing his chin to it instead.
“You’re very comfortable,” Phuwin tells him, reaching a hand up to move a strand away from his forehead.
Pond almost rolls his eyes, “only took how many sleepovers for you to realize that?”
Phuwin shrugs, nonchalantly but maybe not quite, “just a tad bit more comfortable than your bed.”
Pond peaks his eyes down at Phuwin, the other arm goes to wrap around Phuwin’s waist, finger gazing at the skin of Phuwin’s lower back, “it’s always the person, Phuwin. Never the bed.”
“Don’t get cocky now, Lerk.”
Contradicting his own words, Phuwin makes his way up, pauses his mouth at Pond’s jaw as he nips at it. With Pond’s layered exhale, Phuwin moves to kiss his cheek then his lips.
Pond meets him halfway even with his eyes closed shut; he sighs with it, head titling, lips immediately parting. With a breath through his nose, Pond kisses him harder, grips at him harder, pulling Phuwin into him even more. Phuwin cups his hands around his neck, arches his back and presses against him and it is close, but not close enough. It’s never close enough.
Phuwin falls into him easily before he spreads himself on top of Pond’s completely, until every inch touches. Pond treads his finger through his hair as his other hand cups it over his shoulder blade and slides it down, tracing his spine.
Thoughtlessly, he parts his legs and Phuwin settles in between them, body instinctively moving to seek out the strongest chances for sensation and like this, he feels him.
Pond tangles his fingers further in his hair, tugs and Phuwin pulls back from his lips with a whiny moan. His eyes art but settle on his lips, staring after them, “you like being on top of me, Phu?” He asks, breathier than he expects himself to be, his chest rising into Phuwin’s and then falling down. He curls his hand lower, in the dip of his lower back and holds him still as he raises his hips into his. “Lke being between my legs?”
“Yes,” the word is in a hiss of breath from Phuwin’s mouth before he sucks Pond’s bottom lip between his own and dips down to kiss him fully again. He lifts off in a moment, blinks down with that hood, devilish stare. “I still prefer you between mine, though.”
He barely says it before Pond has him on his back; Phuwin thinks Pond does it mainly for the little sound that escapes him when he settles on top of Phuwin, “you prefer it like this?”
As he looks down at him now, a strand of hair dips past his ear and into his eyes but Phuwin’s are soon there to push it back, slides to the back of his head and holds it there. “Yeah,” he murmurs almost shyly, almost entirely too nauseatingly sweet, blinks, “you?”
“Anything for you,” Pond leans down, kisses him once almost chastens before he parts his lips, dips his tongue in his mouth, kisses him twice, entirely vulgar. “I’d do anything to you, for you.”
And there are hundreds and thousands of things that Phuwin wants Pond to do to him. Morning kisses and midnight cuddles. All the sunrises and sunsets. The dirty stuffs. The things that aren’t dirty; things like pecks on the cheek and fingers tracing the back of his nape.
And it’s a normal morning. A typical one.
Except before Pond could do more, a sudden clank reverberates behind them and they both still immediately. They whips their heads to the sound and their jaws drop when they come face to face with someone familiar.
It’s Perth.
He’s standing at the doorway with his palms still outstretched, the bowl of soup that was just in his hands now spilt all over the ground of Pond’s bedroom floor. His jaw is open and his eyes are wide, looking completely and utterly dumbfounded.
“Jesus, Pond.” He sputters. “When you said you had a date last night I didn’t think…”
Phuwin will later tell Pond that giving Perth the code to his condo has to be the worst decision he could have ever made.
“Perth, I can explain.”
Perth doesn’t seem to hear him, eyes practically bulging out of his head as his brain tries to process the image in front of him.
“I think I have to go bleach my eyes.” He says as he slowly backs towards the door and Phuwin immediately jerks himself up.
“Perth, wait,” He calls as he fumbles off the bed and tripping over the listless soup bowl on the ground.
“Perth.” Phuwin catches his arm as the other turns by his door, heart booming in his ears. “Dude, you can’t –”
“Are you two together?” Perth snaps and Phuwin has whiplash from jerking back immediately to avoid smashing right into his face.
“What?” He sputters, feeling his heart lurch into his throat. “N-No!”
“So then? What is this?!”
“Nothing!”
“You call grinding on each other and 5 seconds away from stripping each other off in his bed nothing?”
Phuwin pales. Perth continues glaring at him. “How long has this been going on?”
“Like almost four … months but look it’s –”
“Four months.” Perth cuts him off monotonously. Then his face gets all red, his voice going high-pitched as he squeaks in disbelief. “Four months?!”
“That’s not important I –”
“Not important?!” Perth speaks over him again. “How the fuck is this not important? I know the two have this weird sexual dynamic around each other but I thought to myself oh, maybe they’ll figure it out eventually. I didn’t think you two are already together, like actually together like –”
“Oh my god, can you stop interrupting and just listen to me for a minute?” Phuwin cries, grabbing onto Perth’s forearms and shakes him listlessly. “We are not together!”
“So you’re fucking.” Perth comes to the conclusion rather quickly and he gapes when Phuwin elects not to answer. “You’re fucking?!”
Phuwin lets out a whine before he shakes him again. “You can’t tell anybody about this!”
He knows his friends. He knows how they are and they’ll start to push once they find out and say ridiculous things like he has feelings for Pond, which is just not a can of worms he’s willing to open yet. It would ruin everything. Pond would want to stop.
“I can’t tell any – wait . ” Perth stops mid sentence as it dawns on him. “Nobody knows about this? Fourth doesn’t know? Joong doesn’t know?” He gasps like that’s even more shocking than what he’d just found out.
They both look to the bed to find Pond lying there with a hand propped behind his head, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at the sudden silence and gives a shrug, not seeming phased in the slightest and Phuwin hates that it affects him.
“No they don’t.” He says when he turns back. “And you can’t tell them.”
Perth scoffs, prying Phuwin’s hands off of him so he can fold his own arms across his chest. “So all this time. When we were joking that you two idiots that you should just fuck the tensions out of each other? You were actually fucking it out?” He looks absolutely scandalized when Phuwin avoids eye contact. “I cannot believe you.” He starts pacing back and forth, shaking his head in disbelief. “Both of you. I have a date lookin’ ass.” He walks over to smack Pond upside the head. “Fucking liars!”
“Ow, what the fuck dude.” Pond grumbles. “What the hell are you even doing here anyway?”
“Santa told me to deliver soup!” Perth cries, throwing his arms up.
Nice. Busted over soup. Revolutionary.
Perth’s phone rings and he takes a quick pause to pull it out, “Speak of the devils.” He says and he flashes the call screen, showing a picture of Santa’s face asleep and drooling.
Phuwin’s eyes immediately widened. “No.”
“Come on, how about if I say you guys are just –”
“No!”
Perth returns his scowl for another moment before picking up.
“Hey man. Yeah, I’m still at his place. Does Pond want to get brunch with everyone?” Perth raises a brow at him, to which Phuwin immediately scrunches up his face, shaking his head and hands vehemently.
Perth nods in understanding.
“He said he’s coming.”
Phuwin’s glare turns homicidal.
“What? Oh, Joong wants to know if I’ve heard from Phuwin? Yeah, you know what? I’ll grab him on the way!”
Phuwin is completely speechless. What the fuck is happening ?
“Alright! I’ll see you guys in a few.”
And when Perth finally hangs up, Phuwin has a real urge to strangle him. He just smiles back cheekily. “So,” He starts. “Four months, eh?”
Phuwin immediately starts shoving Perth out of his room.
“How the hell did you two hide it for four months?” Perth calls over his shoulder.
Phuwin slams the bedroom door.
“Do you guys fuck in the dressing room on filming sets?” Perth’s high-pitched squeal from the other side. “Are you two gonna fuck now?”
Phuwin groans as he walks over to the bed where Pond is still lying there, half naked and hair disheveled. He falls onto it face first, contemplating life.
“Hey! This isn’t over!” A pound on the door. “The two of you are gonna tell me everything about this in the car!”
Phuwin finally hears the door of Pond’s condo slam shut, but it doesn’t do anything to calm the storm in his gut at all.
“So.” He raises his head when Pond clears his throat. “Are we gonna continue?”
Phuwin glares, then reaches for the body pillow on his bed. “Ow!” Pond cries when Phuwin smacks it down on him. “What was that for?”
“What is wrong with you?” Phuwin glares.
“What?”
“How the hell are you so calm about this? Perth knows!”
“And?”
“What do you mean? And?” Phuwin uses the pillow to smack Pond some more. “Some. Body. Knows! Hello? Somebody knows!”
“Hey!” Pond tries to grab hold of the pillow but Phuwin doesn’t relent, continuing smacking him with it. “Ow- Phuwin, will you calm down?” Pond cries, finally diving over and yanking the pillow right out of his hands. “Perth isn’t going to say anything! Stop overreacting!”
Phuwin’s is huffing, his chest is heaving and he’s locked in glaring competition with Pond. “Do you not understand what’s going on here? Perth knows.”
He’s unsure why he’s getting so upset at Pond not giving a fuck about this and he fights against the thought that this feeling has anything to do with something other than missing the sex after it ends.
“Perth knows of all people. How are you not taking this seriously? He’s gonna blow it!”
“Will you relax?” Pond says after a pointed look. “What is there even to tell?” He takes a short, restrained breath before looking away. “You made it pretty obvious that we were nothing.”
And if Phuwin’s veins weren’t prickling with anxiety, he would’ve noticed the quick change in the boy’s expression. How familiar the look is but his thoughts are completely obscured at the moment.
“That’s not what everybody is going to think.” Phuwin responds restlessly, running a hand through his hair. “It’s only a matter of time before he lets it slip by accident and they’ll all know and we’ll have to stop because they’re gonna be all weird about it.” He gnaws on his bottom lip, not realizing what he’s saying. “I don’t want to stop.”
Pond looks up at him. Phuwin can’t read his expression except that his eyes are a little dull and pensive, but it grounds him enough that it’s starting to click that something may be wrong. Pond eventually shakes his head and lets out a sigh before he can finish putting it together.
“We’re not gonna stop.” Pond says as he slips out of bed, bending down to grab his shirt from the floor. “We’re gonna go to brunch.”
Phuwin lets out a humorless laugh.
“That’s funny. No the hell we are not.”
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“Will you relax?” Pond snorts, looking up. He doesn’t even attempt to lower his voice but the rest of the diner is so rowdy nobody would be able to hear anyway. “He hasn’t even done anything reckless yet.”
It’s only just then that Phuwin meets Perth’s eyes, a seat to Pond’s right. There’s a smirk on his face as he leans back a little and makes a hole with his right hand. Then he puts his left index finger through it. Again and again.
Very subtle. Phuwin immediately turns back to Pond with a flat look. “Not reckless?” He mouths.
“Perth, what’re you doing?” Fourth asks from across the table.
Perth drops his hands to his lap. “Nothing.”
Fourth has an eyebrow raised curiously until realization paints over. “Oh. Are we talkin’ about Pond’s date last night?”
Perth’s grin gets wider just as Phuwin’s grimace gets deeper. “Why yes. Yes, we are.”
It seems to peak everyone’s interest and the guys all turn their bodies until 5 pairs of eyes are in their direction. Phuwin groans quietly, dropping his face on the table.
“Okay, you better spill.” Santa says.
Pond just leans back in his seat as he laughs, and the carefree noise gets Phuwin to peer back over slightly.
“Come on, Pond.” Fourth prompts; not letting him off the hook so easily. “Don’t be a prude.”
Pond rolls his eyes, letting his chair fall forward. “What do you guys even want to know?”
“You like her?” Perth is the first to ask. Of course he’d be. His chin is resting on his palm, and his brows are raised deviously as he looks over at Pond and then at Phuwin from the corner of his eye.
Pond chuckles. “Sure.”
“Oh.” Perth’s lips turn up further. “That’s interesting. Sex is good then?”
Phuwin swings his leg out to kick, but he aims a little too far and, “Ow!” Joong jumps out of his seat. “What the hell was that for!?” He cries, looking back at Phuwin in offence.
“Fuck, sorry bro.” Phuwin ducks apologetically as Perth starts snickering, but he kicks again (accurately this time) and the snicker also fades into a painful cry. “Muscle twitch.”
“Pretty fucking strong muscle twitch.” Joong grumbles.
“Tell me about it.” Perth mutters.
“The sex is great,” Pond says to alleviate the situation. The side of his lips quirks up, “Could be having more these days though.”
Phuwin can’t help it when he rolls his eyes.
“Wait.” Est suddenly says, peering over his coffee cup from across the table. “Thought this was your first date.”
Oh. Pond lets out a small cough. Fuck.
Phuwin clears his throat loudly, leaning forward and finally joining in the conversation. “Come on, guys,” he chuckles as casually as he can but he’s sure it comes out awkward as fuck. “Do we really care this much about Lerk’s sex life? I mean who actually cares who he fucks in his free –”
“Shh.” Santa immediately shushes him, swatting a hand over mouth. Phuwin sputters, pushing it away when he feels fingers on his tongue. “We can talk about finding you someone to fuck soon. Don’t be jealous that he’s getting laid and you’re not. You had your chance.”
Uh. Right.
“What?” Phuwin blurts. “I’m not jealous. I got laid plenty!”
“I’ll bet.” Perth snorts. Phuwin glares, and Joong scoffs. “Sure. Haven’t seen or heard of anyone in months, but sure.”
“Why are we even talking about me?”
“Because you were just whining that we were talking too much about Pond.” Santa snorts. “Jesus, Phu, pick a side already.”
“Joong’s right though.” Est hums, pointing a straw at him. “I haven’t heard you talking about anyone for a long time.”
“Except there was this one mystery person.” Fourth recalls and Phuwin stills in the midst of trying to poke Est’s eyes out.
“Well that one time I had to go to Phuwin’s condo to bother his guitar and I swear he was dolling himself up in the bathroom. You know, like a pre-date routine.”
Of course next to him Perth is looking absolutely flabbergasted. “So you’re saying Phuwin dolled himself up for someone he might have ended up fucking that night?” He asks like he already knows the answer, looking straight at Phuwin who’s feeling a little hot.
“I wasn't getting pretty.” His cheeks are burning. “I was just combing my hair after a shower! How would you like to have sex with someone who’s musty?”
Everyone is snickering, Pond the most; he’s annoyed but it’s a little hard to prolong the feeling with the way Pond’s eyes are practically folded into crescents as he laughs at him.
Fine. Laugh. Whatever.
“Can we just order already?” Phuwin says exasperatedly.
Pond is still chuckling as he rises from his seat and Phuwin’s eyes immediately follow. “Gotta pee.” He announces before making way to the back.
“Miss him already?” Perth whispers and Phuwin sends a look so murderous across the table; and if looks could kill Perth would be 10 feet under.
The waitress comes by to take their order, making her way around until she gets to Pond’s seat, “Just order him the special.” Est says. “He eats anything right?” He asks, looking around the table for help.
“He doesn’t eat peas.” Phuwin mutters just a few seconds before Joong does. Pond refuses to even touch his fried rice if there’s a single pea in there. He doesn’t like spinach either. Actually Pond refuses to eat almost anything that’s even remotely green.
Phuwin’s words are overshadowed by background conversation so he hadn’t even realized what he’d said. He’s occupied with some golden retriever videos on twitter before he feels eyes on him and he glances up to see Joong looking at him weirdly.
He raises a brow. “What is it?”
Joong’s gaze lingers on him for another second before he glances over to Perth, and he purses his lips. “Interesting.”
Then he turns away.
Whatever the mess at brunch was, it didn’t alter Pond from seeing him. And okay. Yes, Perth knows about them. The worst person to ever find out; and Perth runs his mouth and Phuwin knows it's just a matter of time before it spreads to Santa, who runs his mouth even more. And they’re a small circle of friends, eventually they’ll be busted. Whatever it is that he has going on with Pond will be busted.
But Phuwin still hangs out with Pond. Still sleeps over at his place. And Pond still kisses when he wakes, morning breath and all. They still fuck. But maybe that’s a given. Neither here nor there. The sex part almost seems irrelevant to whatever it is that Phuwin feels for Pond.
But Phuwin figures he'll deal with that later. The unspoken words, the lingerie touches, the longing stares. For now, he can live with the way Pond kisses him, soft and slow and always far too intimate; more often than not. Phuwin will live with that. For however long it lasts.