Kong sprinted and swirled in his place. As he stood in the middle of the front yard of this aesthetically elegant pearly white mansion set ahead of his eyes. The exterior of which was given an ancient Greek sculpture providing a highly sophisticated look.

The vacant area on its right side had a collection of cars parked, including from the vintage to the latest of the models. The fountain in the middle of the lawn was surrounded by Kong's favorite, baby's breathe.

Kongpob squinted his eyes as he lifted his head, looking at the top of the house, the afternoon sunrays caressing his golden soft skin.

It was his first time witnessing a house so big, spacious, and beautifully rich. Let alone witnessing a place called home.

He glanced at its high maintenance, no wonder its owner is a wealthy person, managing such a popular company.

Two guards were standing by the get, four guards maintaining a particular distance from one another, roaming near the fencing by the huge carved wall protecting the house. And two others were standing at the main door. A rifle hung over their shoulder, as they maintained their stern posture.

"This is amazing!" Kongpob exclaimed, turning back. "P'Lara, am I going to work here?"

Lara, an old yet active lady in her late fifties. Having a typical countryside facing, fair saggy skin, and long hair which would always to tied in a bun. Lara is like a mom figure to Kongpob, she treats and has been taking care of him like her own son.

"Of course you are sweetie." Lara smiled, looking at the excited child.

The kid who grew up in front of her eyes. The kid who was one of the children at the orphanage she has been visiting every for years. The kid who now had to live his life on his own. And the kid who was happily ever-ready to do so.

A part-time job which would be adjusted with his university hours, and which won't be tiring him, was what Kong needed at the moment. And that was when Lara asked him if he would be willing to work with her. In the house which was owned by the owner of the top construction company.

Kongpob has been taking care of himself since he was mature enough to know he didn't have parents of his own. And that he would have to survive in this world, alone.

Kongpob knew he was more capable than doing a job similar to a caretaker. But he needed one, to save money for his tuition fees. The scholarship did help him in getting admission to the college of his choice but that money was not enough. From this job he would be able to pay the rent of the room, which he shared with his best friend Tew, who has been with him since childhood. They both are more like brothers, inseparable.

"Come on." Lara adjusted the cloth bag on her shoulder, as she approached Kong, who was still busily wavering his eyes from one end to another.

She grabbed his hand, climbed the stairs, and took him inside through the huge wooden door into the house. Kongpob halted on his steps with jaw dropped down, eyes popping out as he looked at the artistically modern interior of the arena. Two staircases on either end, leading to go upstairs.

The long open passage, straight in front of him, takes you to the backyard, which also has a swimming pool, visible through the glass door. Other two passages, beginning from the right and left side, which he assumed to be the path to the kitchen and some more rooms.

Lara nudged Kongpob's shoulder, bringing him out of his trance. "You'll have all the time to fantasize over this. But first, allow me to show you what you got to do. Okay?"

Kong nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Okay."

He followed Lara upstairs. They turned left, walking past a small curve formed by the handrail of the staircase. They stopped in front of the room, at the very end of the passage. Lara twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open to a very much messed up room.

The clothes scattered over the bed along with a towel, which probably was thrown right after coming back from a bath, a black trouser lying on the floor by the chair, in front of gaming pc, set up in the corner of the room.

Bitters of snacks, wrappers of sweets lying lazily on the computer table. The study area beside the bed held books in their open state. The owner seemed too lazy to even bother to close them. The bedsheet disordered, the cushions displaced.

"What is all this?" Kong gasped, wide eyeing everything. Can someone love to mess their room to this extent?. Even after cleaning it every day.

"You see. This is your primary job. Probably the only room needed to be worked hard with." Lara sighed, resting her hand on Kong's shoulder. She remembered how the previous worker used to complain about the room's condition and how tiresome it was to take care of the room's owner.

Kong nodded nevertheless. "Whose room is this anyway?'

"Young master's."

Kong nodded again, observing the room once more, there wasn't a wall on the opposite side, but a glass door, showing the spacious balcony on the other side of it. He remembers his ever so clean room. He can never think of keeping his room dirty.

"You have to make sure the room is neatly cleaned, arrange the clothes inside the cupboard, that you'll find shattered every day. Replace the wrinkled ones with the ironed one." Lara shook her head, the young master was difficult to handle.

"Put on a new bedsheet. And most importantly be ready with a glass of nom yen when he comes. Usually, he arrives by six, but you can make a guess when you hear a rash drift of wheels when he parks his car."

"Is he someone I must be scared of?" Kongpob asked, concerned.

"Oh no. No. He is handsome and caring and sweet." She rejected, waving her hand. "But at times, he'll be the most furious human you would ever come across. I'm sure you won't wish to face his wrath."

She has been observing the young master since he was two. The babysitter used to be so frustrated with him. Never listening to anyone. Getting angry over small things was like in his genes, carried from his late grandfather.

Lara smiled walking out, Kongpob will have to survive a storm with thunder and lightning, every day.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kong mumbled, closing the door behind his back as he followed Lara's steps, to the room on the opposite end.

"This is the master bedroom. Mr. And Mrs. Rojnapat's personal space. Ms. Olivia manages everything else in here. Only work for you here and the rest of the rooms is to look if everything is in place."

"Gotcha. And Ms. Olivia is?"

"Mrs. Rojnapat."

"Oh." Kong smiled. "She seems kind."

"Ye,s she is." Lara nodded. "Even Sir Jared. They make a perfect sweet couple."

"You know whenever a party is organized. We could see the envious look other pairs throw at them." Lara gossiped in her low voice as if the walls have ears and the news will spread in no time if she increases her volume.

Kong just smiled, listening to Lara's babbling. The things the rich people do, how they are so different from ordinary people like Kongpob and She is. How they can play evil if they don't get something they want.

Lara also told him everything about Rojnapat's, giving a quick history, how she has seen the young master grow up in front of her, the lack of attention of Olivia and Jared towards their son, as they are always busy handling the company's affairs. Truth to be told, he grew up quite well on his own.

"This is gonna be tiresome..." She caressed Kong's free-falling bangs on his forehead. Looking at Kong, who had an angelic soul. "But I'm sure you can do it... I'm so proud of you, Kongpob."

Kong gripped her wrist and smiled. He walked closer and hugged her. "Thank you for everything."

"Anytime sweetie."

Lara next took Kong to the kitchen, introducing him to other workers there. She started with her work of preparing a feast for dinner, after explaining everything to Kong.

And just as Lara had promised, by around fifteen past six, Kongpob heard a loud screech of car from the window, while he was preparing a cold nom yen for his young master in the kitchen.

Kongpob kept wondering what his young master was like. By looking at the room it was clear to him that he was going to be a pain in the ass. But yet Kong was excited to meet him.

After waiting for two minutes, he placed the glass on the tray and walked out of the kitchen going straight to his young master's bedroom. He stood outside for a few seconds before knocking twice on the door.

"Come in." Kong heard a tired groan, from the other side.

Holding the tray in one hand and after taking a long breath, he clicked open the door with his free hand.

Kong gulped when he saw the other man slumped on the bed, sideways, resting his weight on his elbow, his eyes pasted on his iPhone's screen in his hand, his legs spread straight ahead, left over the right. His biceps are visible through his satin blue shirt.

Kongpob was greeted with the sight of the hottest man he had ever encountered. The milky white skin was making Kong blink and observe it intently. The nerves on his forearms could be seen as the sleeves were rolled up till the elbow. A bracelet, certainly of platinum, gracing around his left wrist.

"You can stop drooling. I know I'm quite attractive." Kong heard the tired voice again, but this time it sounded sweet and, sexy perhaps.

"Um... I came to serve your drink." Kong stuttered, nervously peering at the other's soft caramel-colored eyes.

The so-called young master narrowed his eyes, scanning Kong's face. He dropped his phone, quickly jumping on his feet, he approached Kongpob. He picked up the glass, sipped on his drink, still walking further, almost trying to stand tall in front of Kong.

Kong took a step back with every step the other forwarded with. Denying to face him. The tray, in between, works as a barrier.

"Who..." He asked bending his head to meet Kong's eyes. "Are you?"

"I... I'm Kongpob." Kong looked up, his cheeks flushing with the closeness. A foreign thumping in his stomach. "I joined today as a new worker."

He noticed that Kong's height reached, only till his neck. And that he has bluish grey colored eyes, with long eyelashes. His golden chubby cheeks adorably hid his jawline. And his lips..... Nevermind.

"Cool." He stepped back instantly, nodding his head, sipping on his nom yen, and slumping on the headrest of his bed. "You are welcomed here, Kongpob."

"Thank you, young master." Kong bowed. "You can call me if you need anything."

"Young master." He sighed, shaking his head. "How old are you, Kongpob?"

"Eighteen."

"Then just call me P. Don't think so highly of me. Even after telling everyone not to call me that. And yet..." He put his glass on the table beside the bed. "Whatever, just call me P."

"P? What? I mean I don't know your name." Kong perked up quickly. He was loving that the other was so nice to him.

"Arthit." He blew a soft smile at Kong. "You can call me P'Arthit."

Kong nodded, returning the smile. "Call me if you need anything, P'Arthit."

"I will," Arthit smirked widely behind Kong as he left the room. "Keep calling."

Arthit was amused to look at someone so young at their house, rather than the others who were far older than Arthit. At least he will be able to befriend Kong and have someone to spend time with, in this stupidly empty and silenced house.

Oh was it a house? He was all alone between these walls. His parents always seemed to be busy in their own world. Even after staying in the same house, they rarely have any family time, apart from when they throw unnecessary parties.

Why does it have to be like that, even one day at least per week would be enough...for Arthit to feel his parent's love, to share some time, tell them how his university days are like, tell them how good marks he secured in his exams, tell them how good he was in playing chess, tell them that he was a state-level player. Arthit so badly wanted to... But the connection was lost... Was it so difficult for them to acknowledge him?

He always heard how the fathers are excited to share stories of their generation, their university days, their craziness. And even though he knew they were plain and boring he was ready to listen. Anytime. But who was gonna tell him?

Even his mom has to stick around her husband all the time. Attend all the meetings with him, entertain their guests, have lunch with their clients, have dinner with clients, even settle some meetings for breakfast, by calling them over. What about their son? Who will have a meal with him?

He knew he had the best of friends, who are constantly ready to be with him. Be there for him whenever needed. But every day? They had their own families. Like a real family. Where they talk with each other. At least a little bit every day. Knowing what all is happening in other member's life.

While all Arthit had got to do is spend time in his room. Watch TV shows and movies, play games with unknown players around the world, sit and do whatever you want, just with your own company.

And when he saw Kongpob, he was happy like a kid, who just made his first-ever friend of his life. And for the first time, he was happy with the thought of coming back home, and not being alone anymore. He was going to trouble Kongpob, just like he does, with his other friends. And the thought itself made him delighted.

The next day Kongpob gleefully went for his work. With his jumpy and perky nature. A bright smile lingered on his face. He was not ordered by Arthit, even for once, the previous day, he thought it would be easy. That Lara and the others mistook Arthit's behavior. His P'Arthit is so good, that's what he thought...

Until..... He opened the door, to enter Arthit's room. Which was full of mess, just mess. Like how does he even manage to disorganize the room every day?

"Kongpob," Arthit called, loudly. After freshening up and dropping on his bed.

Kongpob came in, after knocking.

"Yes, P'Arthit?"

"Can you bring me some snacks?"

"Sure."

Kongpob rushed to the kitchen. He had asked Lara about everything Arthit loves to eat. What he does not eat. His likes and dislikes regarding certain things. What might trigger him? Taking in every detail to prevent himself from getting on the bad side.

Kongpob opened the second cabinet from the upper shelf. Taking a bag of mixed spice flavored chips, emptying the packet in a big bowl. Then served some walnuts in a small bowl, along with a glass of chilled freshly pulped orange juice.

"Thank you." Arthit smiled, as he took the tray from Kong.

Kong first time realized how deep Arthit's dimple is. His light maroon hair lying wet on his forehead.

"Your welcome, P'Arthit."

"Kongpob." Arthit stopped him from walking out. "Can you turn on the TV as well?"

Kongpob looked at the huge LED TV screen, right in front of the Arthit's bed. He nodded, moving closer. He stopped in front of its switch, not knowing exactly which button would turn it on. He turned back to find Arthit already looking at him, expectantly, munching on his chips.

"Sorry but, can you tell which button is it?" Kong asked, nervously pointing at the switchboard.

"First and fourth, from the right." Arthit propped a piece of walnut in his mouth. "Get me the remote as well."

He picked up both the remotes, which were on the furniture below the TV.

He showed both of them to Arthit. "Which one?"

"Both."

Kong was spared only for the first three days, then Arthit began with his ordering. And getting help in his every task.

"Kongpob, I'm not finding my black jacket."
"Where have you kept my laptop?"
"I'm hungry, Kongpob."
"My assignment paper is missing, Kongpob, have you seen it?"
"Get my dinner in my room."

Arthit persisted.

The things Arthit wanted were right before him. He started to realize that he loved to annoy Kongpob. He loved when the other hissed, and almost gets angry at him. He loves when Kongpob listens to his daily activities with great interest. He loves it when Kong smiles, loves his loud melodious laugh. And he loves to tease Kongpob, any given chance.

It's been just two weeks and they have blended so well together. Teasing and talking and fighting with each other as if they have known each other for years.

"Wait. Don't go." Kong shouted, his eyes wide, his thumbs moving back and forth, right to left, having a controller in his hold. "He's not alone."

"Kong. Kong what are you doing, come quickly." Arthit panicked, heaving on his seat. "They are killing me, I'm dying. Save me."

However, both of their characters were killed, brutally.

"I told you, don't run after him..." Kong pouted, glaring. "You never listen to me, P'Arthit."

"Hey... It's not my fault..." Arthit looked to his side to find the alluring lips forming a small pout. "Why didn't you come to shield me?"

"I came okay... But you didn't notice that their whole squad was alive." Kong growled, pointing at the TV screen, where Arthit connected his pc so that he can together play the virtual game with Kong. "How was I supposed to tackle all the three of them?"

"All you do is push play. See now we dropped our level." Kong nudged his arm sideways, with Arthit's.

"Let's play another round...I won't rush, this time."

"That's what you have been telling from the last four rounds." Kong kept his controller next to him. Crossing his arms, looking away. "I won't play."

Arthit kept his controller aside as well. He smiled widely looking at furious Kong, who was not facing him. He leaned closer cupping Kong's cheeks, that he recently realized he urged to squeeze them.

"Softball is angry." Arthit laughed, squishing Kong's cheeks. "How cute."

Arthit had given Kong a nickname. And even though Kong acted as if he disliked it, it was special to him, the first nickname anyone gave him.

Kong's skin was perked with goosebumps. Tingles run around whenever Arthit touches him, making him blush. He loves Arthit's touch.

He kept looking at Arthit's eyes. They were warm and safe. Making Kong feel giddy. Arthit made him feel like home, that no one ever did. Arthit was slowly taking away the loneliness of him being alone in this world. He was getting attached to him, he knew it from his heart.

Kongpob was delighted that Arthit was friendly with him, rather than treating him like a lowborn. However, sometimes, Kong would still hesitate around him. Anyone would. No matter what Arthit did, Kong knew they were not of the same league. Hesitation was bound to linger around Kong.

I see that you two have mingled well. Just don't get attached to him. I don't want to see you hurt, Sweetie. I hope you know what I mean.

Lara's words resounded in his mind. Kong knew what those words meant. Even if he didn't want to believe, it was yet the truth. What Arthit was showing was just friendly affection. Isn't it? He decided to decline what his heart wanted to feel.

Kong blinked before his emotions can dominate him. He punched Arthit's shoulder pushing him away. Felt his cheeks red, where Arthit had just touched.

"I told you not to call me that." He growled, gnashing his teeth, then gaped when Arthit was not smiling.

Their eyes locked, not wavering, trying to speak, yet nothing escaping their mouth.

Arthit reached for Kong's hand, he tugged it taking it to his heart and placing Kong's palm over his clothed chest. He heard the loud thudding of his heart.

"Do you feel this?" Arthit tightened his hold. "Does your heart beats fast too, like mine?"

What was happening? Kong could feel his heart bursting inside. The butterflies ran wildly over the upper body. The connection to the lower part is already lost, making it numb. What is this feeling?

"No." Kong pulled his hand back and rushed out. Not wanting to face Arthit anymore.

He can't accept the feeling that rose in him. The feeling that Arthit had sowed deep in his heart. He knew it would take only a few more moments to bloom completely. And Kong can't nurture that.

"If you lose, you got to do what I say. Deal?" Arthit stated, hopping on his bed, sitting opposite Kong. With a rectangular wooden box, having the outside patterned with black and white squares.

"Excuse me." Kong narrowed his eyes, almost dejected. "I always follow your orders."

"I know. But this is a game. And the loser must face punishment." Arthit smiled wickedly. Opening the box, and flipping it over, making the pieces inside it bounce on the bed. "Deal?"

"Okay. But..." Kongpob pointed a finger at Arthit. "Same goes for me too."

"Of course." Arthit winked.

Kong nodded, pressing his lips. Leaning and taking all the black pieces, then setting them accordingly. Peering at the caramel eyes, challenging them. Kong was straightened. Ready for a not-so-intense chess game.

Kongpob rubbed his palms together. He knew how to play chess. The exact rules and two to three tricks. But they were not enough to win over a state-level player.

He carefully watched Arthit's first move, how he attacked the squares in the center.

'Oh, he knows how to play.'

Little did Kong know.

It took only five moves from Arthit to checkmate our poor Kongpob. The game was concluded soon after it had begun.

Kong looked gobsmacked, the game ended already? He wrinkled his forehead, glaring at Arthit, not liking that he lost so early. While playing with Tew it would take at least 10-15 minutes, for each round. And here?

"Hm. So your punishment is ..." Arthit grinned. "You have to come over, for my movie marathon night, this weekend."

"What?" Kong gaped and blinked. "No way."

"You made a deal, remember? Can't back away now."

"But I sleep early. I can't stay awake till late."

Arthit bent closer. "You do the honor of coming, I will make sure that you stay awake."

Kong reddened, facing Arthit so close. He placed his hand on Arthit's forehead pushing him away.

Arthit stared at the kid with his enormous eyes. Who was thinking of his next move intensely? Scanning the placement of Arthit's pieces. Wavering his grey eyes from Arthit's face then back to the board again. Arthit wanted to laugh at how adorably Kong was concentrating.

"Check and mate, Kongpob." Arthit bit his lip, holding back his smile when Kong lost again.

"Whatever." Kong scoffed quickly, only for Arthit to laugh.

"You'll let me call you Softball," Arthit announced Kong's next punishment.

"Why?" Kong whined. "I have such a nice name, can't you call me with that instead."

"Sure. You do have the most beautiful name. And I love it more than mine. Cause it's yours." Arthit was intended on melting Kong completely. "But it's what everyone calls you with... And only I get to call you Softball. You are my little Softball."

Kong didn't react further. He decided to dismiss, whatever the other said. Arthit was just being flirtatious. Isn't it? Without any reason making Kong's heart leap out.

He furiously crossed his arms, turning his puffed face and staring blankly outside the window, when he lost the third time as well.

"Cheers." Arthit was rubbing salt over Kong's wound, enjoying the pissed-off expression. "You just made a hattrick. In losing."

"You..." Kong glared at him, pursing his lips, then going back to stare at the reddish-pink sky.

Arthit was waiting to do this for so long. And so he quickly jumps from the bed. Opening his arms. He spurted. "Hug me."

"What?" Kong snapped back at Arthit, not believing his ears.

"I said hug me. That's your next punishment." Arthit shrugged.

"I. Won't."

"You must abide by the rules, Softball. Come quickly, I'm waiting." Arthit's tone was serious this time.

Kongpob looked at him waiting for any teasing or mirthful behavior. But none was found.

Kong gulped while coming to his feet. He stood in front of Arthit. Looking at the pale neck straight in his vision. He nipped the corner of his lips, looking up to find Arthit's gaze directly at him, waiting expectantly.

Kong hesitated, opening his arms a bit. He forwarded then quickly backed away. Debating, whether to wrap his arms around Arthit's shoulder or torso. Or should he even hug Arthit?

Arthit was done with his restrain. And it broke, he pulled Kong's hand, tugging him. Arthit bent down, just a little, wrapping his arms over Kong's body and embracing him completely. Close to his heart. Kong's hands squeezed between them.

Kong instantly shivered in others' hold, when their bodies touched. The endless thumping of heart, vibrating loudly against the other.

Arthit sighed, relief running down him, experiencing Kong's warmth for the first time. He sharply inhaled the mixed scent of vanilla and hot chocolate. Making his mind sedate under the essence of it.

While Kong was close to losing his every sense. Wanting to drown in Arthit's firm hold. Wanting to never part away from this. This was soft, so soft. And Kong wished to just cry out, knowing Arthit will hold him much closer. This was extremely overwhelming for Kong.

No one's hug was as tasty as Arthit's is, and Kong wished for endless servings.

Their skin was rushed with waves of goosebumps, they didn't know. There wasn't any gap left between them, even for a particle to pass through, they didn't know. They hugged for too long, the time, they didn't know. And they didn't care.

They held tighter, wanting to unite. Their eyes, closed, only using the sense of touch to feel the other.

"I don't wanna let go," Arthit murmured in his trance. Not realizing he spilled the words rather loudly.

Kong blinked and open his eyes. Half-awake from his daze. He pushed away, reluctantly. Instantly hating that Arthit is not against him anymore.

"Enough..." Kong cleared his throat, which felt tight. "Enough of the game. I should go now."

Kong was about to twist the doorknob. When Arthit rushed behind him in a flash, caging him between the door and Arthit.

"Don't forget about our weekend night," Arthit whispered seductively next to Kong's ear.

Kong securely folded his legs. Loving the feel of the soft mattress beneath him. He turned his head aside, looking at Arthit's handsome face, then back to the big screen in front of him.

Kong snapped his gaze at Arthit when Arthit turned the lights off. He never had watched a movie with so much preparation. The one they used to play at the orphanage would be on the small television. Where everyone would clatter over to make space. Battling for who would sit in the front, close to the screen.

He observed the large bucket of caramel popcorn, but Arthit liked cheese flavor. And Kongpob is the one who likes caramel popcorn. Kong blushed and then sighed. It can't be. Arthit just wanted a change. Isn't it?

He then noticed the soda cans in the silver bucket, holding ice cubes. Having a sudden urge to cascade it down his dry throat.

He swallowed hard, embarrassed when he noticed that Arthit saw him looking intently in the direction of cans.

"You can have it." Arthit chuckled, taking two cans, passing one to Kong. "It's for us."

"Thank you." Kong popped the can open, taking it to his mouth, the edge of the can between his thin lips, as he sipped and drank. His Adam's apple moving up and down.

Arthit gazed at the juicy lips when Kong pulled the can away. The need to taste them, waking up every minute. Damn it! He should have asked Kong to kiss him instead. Not like the hug was any bad... But kiss would have..... Damn it again!

And for the first time, the wonder woman sexily smashing her enemies down didn't captivate Arthit's eyes. The kiss she gave to her boyfriend didn't send tingles to his heart. The almost exposed body of the actress didn't strain his lower region.

But the one sitting just beside him is causing it, unaware of, all of Arthit's inner ruckus. The one who is watching the movie playing before him, without blinking his eye, engrossed. Scrunching his eyes and biting his lips softly when the woman would slash her weapon across her attacker's throat.

Arthit rested his palm on his clothed chest, feeling the restlessness of his heart, once again, which has now been frequent, every time Kong is with him. He knew it was way too early to feel this kind of attraction and emotion.

Even though Arthit knew, he was not sure of his feelings, he wished to keep this softball close to him. Close to his heart, never away from his embrace.

The annoyed expressions his softball made when Arthit troubles him endlessly, with little things, makes his days. The giggles that left the tiny lips, when Arthit angrily would shut his pc off, was worth losing every game. The blush creeps the golden face when Arthit flirts with him.

It was making him happy. The kind of happiness his riches didn't buy him. It was after years, he had someone to talk to, in this whole mansion, someone who'll listen to him, someone who won't make him realize that he is alone otherwise.

Arthit was happy with Him.

Kong struggled to fight back his sleep. He yawned, then rubbed his eyes, shifting in his position. He knew he won't last any longer, still, he blinked his eyes a few more times. Albeit he dozed off, unconsciously dropping his head on Arthit's shoulder.

Arthit looked over, facing Kong's head, his hair waving softly. Arthit leaned sideways, kissing the top of Kong's head. He didn't know why he did, but it felt, perfect.

"Are you sleeping?" Arthit asked in a low voice, making sure the other is asleep. He smiled when he got no answer.

He gently cupped Kong's face, holding it while he moved his shoulder away. Adjusting the pillow on the bed, he laid Kong's head on it. Settling Kong's body in a comfortable position, all the while being careful enough not to wake him up, he pulled the warm comforter over Kong.

The movie marathon has been forgotten long back. All Arthit could see at the moment is, Kongpob, his Softball. So innocently sleeping, taking away Arthit's dream.

Arthit lay down, facing Kongpob, resting his head on the elbow of his hand folded beneath his head.

Listening to Kong's soft steady breathes, watching, seldom rolling of eyeballs under his closed eyelids.

"What are you doing to me?" Arthit whispered in the darkness.

He raised his hand, caressing Kong's bangs. "Why are you attracting me?"

"Why behave so cute, making me want to keep you with me, just with me, all the time?"

His eyes wavered to the set of alluring lips. "Why do I wish to kiss you?"

"Why bother my mind, all the time? What is happening to me? Is it what I feel it is?"

Arthit didn't expect any answers. The questions were rather for himself.

Arthit was awake when Kong stirred in his sleep the next morning. Kong opened his eyes and closed again. He changed his position, turning on his left side. He blinked his eyes, meeting with the caramel pairs looking straight at his grey ones.

"P'Arth..."

He was not given time to speak or register to his surroundings. Arthit had pressed his lips tight on Kong's. Doing the one thing, that would clear all his doubts. Confirm all his feelings.

Kong was still in his sleepy daze, Arthit's soft lips, made him want to taste more. He tilted his head, brushing his lips against Arthit. Creating dazzling friction.

Arthit smiled at Kong's reaction, he cupped his chubby cheeks, caressing his lips delicately over Kong's. Parting and moulding them.

Kong unintentionally gripped Arthit's tee, pulling him closer. And Arthit more than willingly let Kong do, what he wanted.

Kong reciprocating to the kiss, made Arthit's thoughts run wild, fire igniting in his body. He applied pressure, kneading Kong's lips harder this time. The kiss briskly turned aggressive, as Arthit now cradled Kong's face with both hands. Wanting to get more of it. All of it.

Kong felt the need Arthit was showing, his lips were being parted. But it should not happen. This is wrong. He can't kiss Arthit. He is not allowed to. Everything is fucking wrong. He and Arthit? No. No.

Kong pushed Arthit. Taking deep breathes. Shaking his head continuously.

"I... I'm sorry P'Arthit. I should take my leave. Sorry again." Kong sprinted away, immediately after apologizing.

"No. Wait." Arthit was not yet recovered from the kiss. "Kongpob wait."

Arthit gripped his hair tightly and groaned messing them. "Fuck. Fuck. How can I lose my control? Fuck again."

But then again...

"It was marvelous though." Arthit grinned like an idiot, touching his lips, which were kissed by Kong. "And he kissed me back."

He dropped back on his bed, sighing in relief, gazing at the ceiling. Finally realizing. Finally knowing the answers to all the questions he asked last night.

Thank you so much, for reading.

I hope it was okay!

Any kind of advice is heartily accepted.