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The sun was already halfway down the horizon when they came to the room. Tan happily opened the door to the bedroom,only to be met with a queen-sized bed with neatly made beige sheets and carefully folded towels.
“Fang!” he started. “Aren’t you happy that you get to share a room with me? Of all the people!” he exclaimed happily.
Right. Tan. Of all the people, Fang was about to share a night in the hotel room with Tan.
He could have been paired with Phum — he was his brother, and considering that Fang was quite new to this friend group, Phum was the only person Fang felt fully comfortable with.
Or he could have shared the bed with Beer. Not that they were friends in the usual sense of friendship, but Fang at least knew Beer long and well enough to call him a buddy.
“Fang?” Tan’s voice sounded cheerful, like always, and Fang absolutely didn’t like the happiness he radiated.
Not at all.
“Yeah?” he asked, almost annoyed.
“I asked whether you are excited about spending the night with me!”
What the hell was he talking about?
Yeah, that’s probably what Fang should ask: “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Sure. I don’t care,” he said instead.
Because what else was he supposed to say when Tan looked… Tan. Those puppy eyes shining with sincerity, those plump lips which he obviously didn’t find attractive, or, for God’s sake, kissable.
“You don’t care? Oh hooo, I thought you will say that you’re incredibly happy!”
Again, what was his problem?
Fang decided that of all the actions he could do right now — which were either punch Tan on the face just a bit harder than he did when they met on the football field, or giggle at his absolutely not adorable face — he should just leave it as it was.
“Are you going to the dinner?” Fang asked as he turned around and started taking his belongings out of his bag.
It was going to be one night with Tan. Just one night, after which Fang would definitely ask Phum to rearrange the rooms.
That was going to be very easy.
They left the room when the sky had already faded to a beautiful shade of pink and orange, making the blanket look bigger than it was.
“Phum,” Fang came closer to his brother and dragged him further into the crowd of friends. “Listen, I don’t know why you guys decided that it would be fine if I was paired with Tan for this night, but I’m absolutely not. And I would kindly ask you to…”
“Wait, wait,” Phum stared at him with big, surprised eyes and interrupted mid-word. “What’s the problem with being paired with Tan? He’s nice.”
Well, that was true.
Tan was nice. Maybe even too nice, it made Fang feel sick and uncomfortable, because Fang was not the person who would like his flirty personality and open-to-everything-and-everyone mind.
Fang was calm and composed and even cold, because that’s just who he was and how he thought he was supposed to behave.
They also didn’t have a very cute first meeting, with them punching each other and sharing gazes that held everything but sweetness.
So, it was absolutely terrible to stay with Tan in one room for a night.
On one bed.
Of course, Fang could handle it — he didn’t mind anyone, not at all. And he was proud and high-minded enough not to show everyone that he couldn’t handle Tan, because he absolutely could.
Still, if Phum could do something about it, he should.
“But I would prefer sleeping with someone I am comfortable with,” Fang stated.
A high pitched voice interrupted their conversation and someone who was probably the last person Fang wished it was appeared behind their backs.
“What are you two gossiping about?” Tan smiled.
“You,” Fang rolled his eyes leaving Tan giggling at his joke.
They arrived at a small restaurant on the beach, and Fang sat between Phum and Peem. They had to be separated — otherwise, Fang would have died from the tension they radiated.
They ordered food: a few appetizers to share and several meat and fish dishes for the whole table.
Dinner passed peacefully, filled with laughter and embarrassing stories, but Fang was unusually quiet. Tan sat across from him, munching on vegetables and looking annoying.
Tan was always so irritating, and no one ever seemed to realize it because he was always so sweet and always appeared so honest, as if he knew everyone loved him. It was disgusting.
Peem looked at him, and Fang immediately felt that piercing gaze. When he turned toward the other side of the table, he noticed Peem smirking.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Peem answered. “You’re sharing a room with Tan, aren’t you?”
“Thank you so much, Peem, for reminding me about that,” Fang thought.
“And you’re sharing a bed with my brother, aren’t you?” Fang shot back with a smile, raising an eyebrow.
Peem immediately went quiet and returned to eating whatever was on his plate.
After a moment, Tan looked at him, and something about the way his eyes carried so much warmth and light made Fang’s breathing worsen.
Or maybe improve. He couldn’t quite tell.
Their eyes met from across the table, and Fang felt the corners of his lips twitch slightly at Tan’s messy hair. Tan was nothing short of ridiculous. His button-up shirt was undone halfway down his chest and did a terrible job of hiding his broad shoulders and defined sternum.
Someone — Fang didn’t even notice who — paid for dinner, and they all headed to the beach to take a few pictures before going to bed.
“Is there something going on between you and Hia’Tan?” Toey approached from behind and placed a hand on Fang’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Fang wanted to say, because there was a whole lot going on between him and that guy.
Annoyance. Hate. Anger. Frustration.
“What are you talking about, Toey?”
Toey looked at him with a wide smile and narrowed eyes before laughing.
Why was he even laughing?
“I don’t know. You seem tense around him.”
“I’m not.”
Toey giggled again. “Okay, okay. I guess we’ll talk again tomorrow.”
What was that supposed to mean? Toey was talking nonsense because tomorrow wouldn’t be any different. Neither would the day after that. Or a week, a month, or a year later.
“Come on, Hia! Let me take some pictures of you!”
The sunset was breathtaking, colors blending together in the sky just before disappearing into the darkness of the night. Fang smiled as he looked up and sighed peacefully for the first time all day.
He watched the clouds fade into the distance as shades of black and dark blue took their place along the horizon.
Perfect.
Just as he was thinking about how easy it was to breathe here, he heard a click somewhere behind him.
“What are you doing?” he asked irritably.
Tan smiled and mimicked Fang’s annoyed expression.
“Taking pictures of you.”
“Why would you do that?”
Tan stepped closer until their shoulders were nearly touching and looked up at the sky as well.
“The view was beautiful.”
It was better to not say anything to that, so Fang just headed back to the room, not even bothering to say his goodbyes or, all the more so, waiting for Tan.
The fresh air and soft scent of the hotel room made him inhale deeply.
His gaze fell on the side of the bed that belonged to Tan, and even if he hadn’t known it was his, he could have told easily — the backpack was left open with a T-shirt peeking out of it, and the slippers were lying on the floor chaotically.
Fang groaned at the sight of the mess on the floor and the bed and went straight to the shower.
He undressed slowly and stepped into the warm water running from the showerhead — the faint scent of the hotel’s berry-scented shower gel and shampoo clinging to the tip of his nose, making him throw his head back and relax under the dim lighting of the bathroom.
Hot steam surrounded Fang’s body as he applied the scrub he had brought with him, smiling as he thought about nothing in particular, simply enjoying his quiet privacy.
When Fang finished his routine and skincare, he put on a sleeveless T-shirt and his cotton sweatpants, feeling refreshed and clean in every possible way.
Humming some song to himself, he stepped out of the bathroom only to be met with Tan, looking at him with a grin from beneath his eyelashes as he scrolled through his phone.
Fang suddenly became aware of how ridiculous he must have looked — his cheeks slightly pink from the shower, glowing with cream, and his hands and shoulders exposed for Tan to see.
He probably should have brought an oversized shirt for the vacation, but it was what it was — a tight-fitting white tank top ending right at the waistband of his pants, leaving a sliver of skin exposed.
“You haven’t waited for me to come back to the room!” Tan said, pouting. “Now I’m sulking.”
“Tan, please,” Fang said, rolling his eyes for the nth time that day as he moved closer to the edge of the bed.
Everything about this situation felt impossible the way fire and water existing in the same breath was ridiculous.
“Go take a shower.”
“Yes, sir!” Tan jumped off the bed, making the mattress bounce slightly, as if everything he did had to be fun or he would explode.
Fang arranged the bed in a way that would be comfortable for them to sleep in and hid beneath the covers, taking out his phone to reply to his chats.
Just as he was about to settle in, he groaned in frustration.
No way there was only one blanket on this bed — it was probably going to be a long night of fighting over it.
That also meant he didn’t even have the option of putting a pillow between them because, this way, he would probably end up sleeping without anything covering him, and that was the last thing Fang wanted.
Not even ten minutes later, Tan appeared in the bathroom doorway, his skin carrying a pleasant scent of raspberries and sweetness that was unmistakably Fang’s body lotion.
“You used my cream?” he asked.
Tan smiled and lay down right next to Fang.
“Yeah. Are you mad?”
Tan looked genuinely worried that he had taken Fang’s things without asking first. But Fang wasn’t mad or upset about it, even if he wanted so badly to be annoyed.
“No, that’s fine.”
“Okay!”
Tan pulled the blanket over himself and turned so that he was facing Fang’s back.
“If you drift closer in your sleep, I’m kicking you out of the bed,” Fang said, setting his phone aside.
“And if I drift closer while I’m still awake?”
“Then you’re sleeping outside.”
Tan giggled at that and, for some reason, moved closer to Fang, leaving almost no space between them — not that there had been much space to begin with, considering Tan was lying sprawled out in a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable, but whatever.
Fang suddenly felt a rush of blood rise to his cheeks as Tan’s hand brushed against the back of his own. The feeling was electric because Fang wasn’t annoyed. Probably.
Or maybe it was too hot in the room.
Or maybe Tan’s hand was cold against the warmth of his skin.
Either way, Fang’s throat felt tight. It was almost unbearable how he couldn’t move or say anything because he didn’t like the closeness, the warmth spreading beneath his skin, or the smile he could hear hidden in Tan’s sigh.
“Good night, Fang.”
Fang lay awake for a few more minutes, feeling Tan’s slow breaths against his bare shoulder.
Again, why had he decided it would be a good idea to wear something without sleeves?
Just when he thought Tan had already fallen asleep, the mattress shifted behind him.
Then again.
And again.
Fang frowned.
“Can you stay still for five minutes?”
“I’m trying to sleep,” Tan mumbled.
“You’re doing a terrible job.”
Tan let out a sleepy sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh before settling down for all of three seconds.
Then the bed moved again.
Fang closed his eyes.
The warmth behind him grew closer.
A moment later, something soft brushed against his shoulder.
He froze.
For a second he genuinely couldn’t tell what it had been until it happened again.
Tan’s lips.
Not a kiss, just an accidental touch caused by how close they were lying.
Fang’s heartbeat stumbled.
“Tan.
“Hm?” he hummed.
“You’re too close.”
“I literally can’t move any farther away.”
Fang hated that Tan sounded completely honest.
The mattress was small. The blanket was shared. There was nowhere for either of them to go. But Tan could have been more careful with his movements, because in this scenario, there was no way he himself was comfortable with being this close.
Another shift.
Another warm breath against his skin.
Fang squeezed his eyes shut.
Even if Phum insisted on this pairs for their next trip, tomorrow he was demanding a second blanket.
Maybe a second bed.
Maybe a second hotel room. Or a whole second hotel for him.
Behind him, Tan finally seemed to settle, his breathing evening out into something calmer.
Fang stared into the darkness. Unfortunately, that did absolutely nothing to calm his own heartbeat.
Fang could feel the warm skin almost touching the skin of his arm, the hot breath sending shivers down his spine and his face must have been so red because he was feeling like a burning lobster.
He pulled the blanket to his side slightly and regretted that instantly, because with the cover, he pulled Tan closer to his body and now the other’s body was pressed to his back.
Fang closed his eyes — he had survived in different situations, he slept with lights on, he slept in the small uncomfortable tent when they went hiking with Phum. He could get to used to the hotness of the room and his own body.
Thailand was a hot country, after all.
The sound of the air conditioning hummed quietly in the background, doing nothing to actually cool the room. The steady dripping of water from the shower was too loud.
Too distracting. Too annoying.
Tan shifted in bed again, his movements strange and probably amusing to watch, but Fang couldn’t quite figure out what position Tan was trying to get into.
Then he heard a sigh — not the loud groan of someone unable to get comfortable, but a muted sound, as if Tan was trying not to let it escape.
Fang was annoyed, confused, and completely lost, because he was genuinely curious about what Tan was doing and slightly irritated that he couldn’t simply calm down and stay still.
“Tan,” he murmured.
Tan let out another odd sound, as if he was struggling to catch his breath.
“Tan, what are you do-”
Tan shifted again with a louder groan and grabbed Fang’s hand. At that point, there was no way Fang could continue pretending not to notice.
“Why can’t you just…”
Oh.
Tan was lying on his back now, his right hand gripping Fang’s tightly as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
His lips were parted around a silent groan he was trying desperately to suppress, and his eyes were squeezed shut as though he could somehow disappear from the situation entirely.
He shifted again, making the mattress move beneath him, putting his hand inside his pants, jerking at the contact.
“Tan, what the fuck?” Fang blurted out, sitting upright.
“Fang…” Tan squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. “Please.”
Fang was too stunned to speak.
There was literally nothing coming to mind.
Not because he didn’t have anything to say, more like he had too much.
Tan had somehow managed to turn an already impossible situation into something even worse.
Or better.
Fang wasn’t entirely sure anymore.
Everything about… this was just as shameless as it seemed.
Most people would have died from embarrassment. Most people would have apologized.
Hidden under the blanket. Run to the bathroom. Pretended nothing had happened.
Tan, however, looked entirely capable of setting the room on fire, continuing to writhe on the bed, fastening his hand at the sound of his sighs he no longer even tried to hide.
Fang could feel his pulse pounding somewhere in his throat as he looked at him.
“Oh my god,” Tan screamed.
Just that.
As if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say. As if Fang was supposed to know what to do with that.
As if Tan hadn’t completely destroyed any chance of a normal night’s sleep.
“You are fucking unbelievable,” Fang muttered.
Tan made a face that somehow managed to look apologetic and completely unapologetic at the same time.
And that only made everything worse.
Because Fang wanted to be angry — he really did — he wanted to be annoyed and offended.
And disgusted, because that was completely gross — Tan jerking off on their shared bed, trying to hold Fang’s hand, looking at him as if it was completely normal to ask for help or whatever he was trying to do with his hooded eyes.
Instead, all he felt was painfully aware.
Aware of how close they were.
Aware of the warmth trapped beneath the blanket and of the fact that his heart was beating much faster than it had any right to.
It was infuriating.
Tan was infuriating.
The room suddenly felt too small for both of them.
Fang looked away first. Not because he was losing the argument — just looking at Tan felt strangely dangerous.
And that was a realization he disliked far more than anything else.
“Fang…” Tan murmured as Fang stood up from the bed. “Don’t you want to join me?”
“Tan, what the fuck are you talking about?”
The room was becoming hotter with every passing second, the warmth radiating from Tan’s body was too much — everything about that situation was too much.
Fang felt his cheeks reddening at the scene in front of him. His eyes were involuntarily fixed on the hand moving Tan’s pants, the blanket which was once covering his legs was now gone.
Tan looked wrecked, absolutely stunned and done with the amount of fire burning in his lower belly, which made his toes curl. He looked at Fang, begging for help, or forgiveness, or something Fang couldn’t quite name.
Tan was smiling. He was fucking smirking as he looked at Fang’s broad chest and tiny waist and licked his lips while speeding up the movement of his hand.
“Just cum already so we can go back to sleep,” Fang said, his voice shaking with something bemused.
“Don’t you want to touch me, Fang?” Tan asked seductively.
Fang couldn’t do this anymore. He was stuck in the position he was in, not being able to leave nor go back to bed.
Suddenly, Tan stood up, not even bothering to take his hand out of his pants. He came closer to Fang from behind, putting his hand on the other’s waist.
“Please?” his voice cracked as he bit Fang’s earlobe, his hot breath hitting the spot right under Fang’s ear.
Tan took his hand out and gently drew an absentminded circle around Fang’s chest before bringing his fingers to Fang’s mouth, his thumb carefully caressing Fang’s lower lip.
“Tan…”
Fang was thrilled. Tan’s hand found its way to his hip, pinching his skin just slightly, before circling it around his waist.
Tan was shameless. He had absolutely no idea how mad he was driving Fang when he started grinding his hips up and down Fang’s ass, making him feel the hardness pressed against the back of his thigh.
“I know,” he thrust forward, “you want me too, Fang.”
Fang opened his lips and took Tan’s finger in his mouth, tasting the precum from the soft skin, tonguing it with just enough attention to make it dripping wet.
Tan turned him around and looked into his eyes.
“Tan, we shouldn’t…”
Tan put a finger over his lips, silencing him with a grin which was everything but sweet.
“Do you want me, Fang?”
Fang was exposed in a sense which had nothing to do with his shirt being slightly pulled up, showing more of his velvety skin.
He knew he didn’t want Tan — shouldn’t want Tan. Because Tan was not the person Fang desired to see, and he absolutely didn’t look like his wettest dreams coming true.
Because Fang never thought about Tan that way. Or maybe he just convinced himself he didn’t.
“Fang,” Tan kissed his neck and licked it just a bit, making the scene reddish and damp with saliva. “The way you look at me now — always looked at me — makes me feel so many things. The way your skin cast warmth when I touched you made me shiver.”
Tan was impossible.
Impossibly hot, attractive, lewd. He was everything but ashamed as he continued kissing down Fang’s throat, whispering about how he always knew they had that tension.
How they always needed each other.And as much as Fang wanted, needed, even desired to tell him otherwise, he knew Tan was right.
Everything was just making sense — the way his lips were hitting the right spot on Fang’s jawline, and how his heavy breathing made Fang throw his head back and moan as if he had no pride, no ignominy, no shame.
Because Tan was making him admit things he was never ready to admit, and when Tan’s lips touched his, he finally understood and saw everything perfectly well.
Their kiss was hurried. Hot in a way a chili pepper physically burns.
They were sighing into each other’s mouths as Tan’s tongue slipped between Fang’s plump lips.
He was making the lewdest sounds Fang had ever heard, and it made his own pants became painfully uncomfortable, his cock standing proudly right next to Tan’s.
Which was, for some reason, still clothed.
Fang would better die than admit it, but he wished there weren’t anything between them.
They needed to get rid of their clothes now, or else Fang — and Tan, too — would lose whatever was left of his mind.
The image was blurry.
Tan looked so freaking handsome when they pulled back to stare at each other and Tan gazed down at the string of saliva still connecting their lips.
“Tan.”
“Yeah?”
Fang looked at him as if he was trying to read whatever was on his mind — even though it was kind of obvious, since his eyes screamed desire — and placed his hand on the other’s shoulder to steady himself.
“Are you sure?”
Tan smiled at him and placed another kiss on his lips.
“Do I look like I’m not?”
“You look wrecked.”
“Exactly.”
Tan led Fang to the bed, and just as the back of Fang’s thighs hit the mattress, he fell down on the softness with a soft moan.
Tan crawled on top of him, putting Fang’s arms above his head, stretching his body as if his life depended on the amount of bare skin he saw.
He was starving.
He needed his hands on Fang’s tiny waist — it was seen in the way he licked his lips and closed his eyes, as if he couldn’t quite believe that was actually happening.
“You haven’t answered my question, Fang,” he said.
“Which question?”
“Do you want me?” Tan looked down at Fang’s member, which was definitely seeking attention.
“What do you think?” Fang asked, breathless.
“I’m pretty sure you do. But I need verbal confirmation.”
Fang rolled his eyes, and a small smile tugged at his lips, making his cheeks flush. “Touch me, please.”
Tan leaned down to kiss his temple. “Good boy.”
Everything that was happening just wasn’t supposed to happen, and yet Fang felt every inch of his body, every hair on his skin burn alive with affection and the pure want he felt for the man hovering above him — the man he didn’t know he liked.
The man he couldn’t admit he wanted all along.
Tan was annoyingly careful and slow with his movements when he stood up to take all of his clothes off.
The shirt went off first, and Fang saw the neat, broad chest glistening with sweat and his erect nipples standing there in arousal and anticipation. Then Tan took his pants off, making the wet spot in his boxers be more obvious than the sky being blue.
He was athletic and lean — not perfectly built, but so, so sexy Fang was going crazy.
He wanted to touch, to kiss, to taste every centimeter of that skin.
Tan took off his underwear, and his cock was looking at Fang like it itself demanded his attention.
Crazy.
“Let me finish the show, then.”
Tan crawled back to the bed and put his legs on either side of Fang’s still clothed body. He left his hand on his own throat, squeezing it slightly, and his mouth let out a moan that was so loud Fang needed to hold onto something.
His other hand traveled down his body, playing with his nipple before finally touching his aching cock, leaking precum and being so uncomfortably hard, Fang felt his stomach tighten as if his own member was touched with those pretty hands.
“Jesus Christ!” Tan shouted as he started moving his hand up and down, closing his eyes just to open them again and see how Fang’s hand traveled from the side of the bed to his own waistband, moving down to do something about the tightness he felt.
They jerked off, looking into each other’s eyes. Tan’s movements were chaotic and messy, Fang’s deliberate yet fast.
Just as Fang was about to finish with Tan’s name on his lips, Tan’s hand stopped him mid-stroke. His eyes sparked with something so eager and intense it was unbelievable.
“Show me,” Tan said. “Show me your body, Fang. I want to see it.”
Fang tried to look concerned, but as Tan’s hand traveled under his shirt, the only emotion he could show was lust.
“You have seen my body, let me see yours, Fang.”
The way Tan kept calling him by his name was just way too much.
Fang let Tan move his tank top up on his body and allowed him to take it off, right before Tan’s hand slipped under his pants, taking them off along with his boxers.
Fang tried to cover himself, to hide from Tan’s piercing gaze, but he was stopped when Tan’s mouth attacked his nipple and he licked and sucked on it, making Fang’s legs tremble.
The feeling was insane. Heaven was real.
“So,” he kissed Fang’s belly, “beautiful.”
Fang couldn’t help but groan, the sound alarming and painfully loud.
“Oh my god,” Tan looked up at him. “You moan so pretty, can you do that again for me?”
“Tan… can you touch me already?”
Tan smiled at him, brushing his fingers through Fang’s silky hair.
“Your wish is my command.”
Tan spread Fang’s legs open, going down on his body, worshipping it with everything he had, showing him everything he dreamed of, kissing the spot under his belly button before his lips finally touched the skin right next to Fang’s member.
Tan carefully kissed the tip and spat on his head before taking Fang into his mouth, making him fully feel the warmth on his cock pulsating between Tan’s lips.
Fang was a complete mess, his legs shaking from the pleasure Tan’s mouth was delivering.
“Your dick is the prettiest thing I have ever seen.”
Fang closed his eyes and put his hand on Tan’s head, silently instructing him as he felt Tan’s throat tightening around his tip, while Tan’s other hand was playing with his balls, squishing them harder with every bob of his head.
Tan was moving his hips up and down the cushion he had placed on the edge of the bed, humping it to get his own orgasm as he was sucking and kissing Fang’s lower body.
“Just like that, Tan.”
Tan was so good at this it made Fang wonder how he learned to work his tongue so amazingly, because the shivering he felt from his head to his toes was indescribable.
Tan’s body tensed and he shook slightly, kissing Fang’s skin around his cock as he came on the sheets.
“Do you like how I treat your pretty cock? Am I doing good for you, Fang?”
“Yes!”
Fang shrugged with the last lick and came in Tan’s mouth before bringing his body closer and kissing Tan sloppily, like a man starving for water, feeling the taste of his own cum on Tan’s tongue, which worked hard licking his cheeks from inside and sucking on his tongue.
It felt incredible — gross, disgusting, and so fucking good Fang saw paradise in that moment.
After a fw moments — or minutes — of kissing, Tan leaned back and looked at Fang’s body, colored pink and blue, his chest covered with hickeys, and his cock losing its hardness on his stomach.
“Okay,” Fang breathed out as Tan put his forehead over his.
For a moment neither of them moved.
Tan smiled. “There it is.”
Fang frowned immediately. “There what is?”
“That face.”
“What face?”
“The one you make whenever you’re trying very hard not to panic.”
“I am not panicking.”
“Mm.”
Fang stared at him.
Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.
How was he the one whose entire world had just been turned upside down while Tan somehow looked like he’d won the lottery?
“Are you incapable of taking anything seriously?”
Tan’s smile softened slightly.
For the first time, something nervous flickered behind it — just a second of that glance which was so easy to miss, yet Fang caught it.
“No,” he admitted. “I’m actually very nervous right now.”
Fang blinked. “You don’t look nervous.”
“That’s because I’m beautiful under pressure.”
That earned him a pillow to the face.
Tan burst out laughing — the bright, breathless kind that always made it impossible for people not to laugh with him.
Fang hated that too — or at least he tried to.
Because the sound settled something restless inside his chest. Because despite everything, Tan looked happy.
As if whatever had happened between them wasn’t something he regretted.
As if Fang wasn’t a mistake.
“Hey,” Tan said suddenly.
“What now?”
His smile returned immediately. “So.. we’re definitely not pretending that never happened?”
Fang groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Please go to sleep.”
“That’s not a no.”
“Tan,” Fang groaned, trying to hide under the cover.
Tan put his hand on Fang’s chest. “Just so you know…”
“Tan.”
“I liked it. So much.”
“Tan.”
“Just making sure we’re communicating.”
Fang wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. Tan, meanwhile, looked positively delighted with himself.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Tan smiled at him, looking directly into his soul. “Do you perhaps want to continue or..?”
Fang’s eyes were still reddish and his cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. Shyness, even.
“Continue with what exactly?” Fang giggled — the sound bright and gentle.
“The sex part or conversation. Or both. Whatever you want, actually.”
Tan was such a menace and that menace was so lovely Fang couldn’t believe he was lying next to him with nothing covering his body and pink cheeks and earlobes.
“That’s not a very friendly thing of you to say.”
Tan was the one to giggle adoringly now, squeezing his eyes shut in the laughter.
“Then next time?”
“What?”
Tan smirked and stood up to grab a towel from the bathroom. Fang looked confused, yet he didn’t try to hide himself in the covers, he just lay there patiently waiting for Tan to come back.
Tan sat next to him and carefully wiped his chest and stomach from the droplets of sweat and cum still glistening on his skin, before going down and wiping his lower body clean, making Fang shiver at the contact.
“We will try something else next time.”
Fang was a blushing mess, goosebumps running over his skin as Tan’s delicate and tender fingers worked on his body, moving so slowly and deliberately over the sensitive parts.
“Who said there will be next time?”
“Won’t there be?”
Fang groaned and took the whole blanket, hiding under it with only his messy hair peeking out. “Sleep.”
Tan smiled at him and after he was clean too, he turned Fang around so that they were facing each other, breathing heavily to each other’s faces.
“Good night, babe,” Tan kissed his cheek and put a not-so-shy hand around Fang’s waist, making sure he wouldn’t escape.