The caramel eyes, not wavering from the adorably blushing face under him. The blinking grey orbs avoiding to look at him. The loose baggy tee, shifted aside exposing a bit of the glowing tan shoulder. His hands held against his chest.

Arthit was hovering above Kong, locking any of his movement. Feeling his heart heavy with the rush of amusing emotions, jerking inside his body.

Kong doesn't know what to do. He's too shy to glance back at Arthit. His tummy fluttered with dancing butterflies. Fluttering their wings, over Kong's sensitive insides.

He breathed in a puff of air. When Arthit's face moved closer to his. The pale fingers brushed the bangs away from his forehead. The touch, caused the quick rise of goosebumps to travel on his skin.

All this was new to him. Never in his life had he ever experienced anything of this sort. From the jittering of his heart to the tingling of his body. He didn't know he would look forward every day, to coming to work.

Kong has not loved anyone before, apart from Tew. But he knows what he feels for Arthit is very and extremely different. What he feels for Arthit, don't limit to being just a friend.

The absolute craving of being with Arthit, to talk to him, listen to him, and secretly love Arthit's messy self, is mind-blowingly appealing. And even if he is shy to accept, he waits longingly for Arthit's approaches. Wants Arthit to cradle his face, pull his cheeks (even if it stings a bit). Also wants Arthit to call him with every cute nickname out there. In fact, any name would do, as long as it escapes Arthit's mouth.

And when Arthit said that he won't let Kong feel abandoned. He felt immensely special. He felt the need to believe Arthit with his all. But even if he did, he is praying and hoping, that those words didn't flow out in the heat of the moment. That Arthit did mean them.

Kong closed his eyes with a sigh, feeling a soft kiss on his forehead. "You are such a sweet innocence."

Arthit pecked the round nose. "Everything feels surreal."

"It's surprising..." Arthit whispered. "What you have started to mean to me... How much I want you..."

Arthit had seemed to cage Kong's voice as well. He is not able to speak a word, let alone make a noise.

"How much I am liking you..." Arthit continued, with a firm voice. Caressing Kong's cheeks, with his thumbs.

"How much I already am loving you, Kongpob."

Kong was too lost to come to his senses. Registering word by word that left Arthit's mouth. This must be a dream. A very beautiful dream. He never thought he would be liked by someone. By someone so perfect.

Life is not a fairytale. That think only exist in the books, which he loves to read. But now, after having Arthit, it does feel surreal.

Arthit rested his forehead on Kong's. Their hot breaths mingle together. They shut their eyes, sighing in the closeness.

"We might be naive, Kong." Arthit's lips brushed against the other. "But I know, what I feel. What these feelings mean."

"Why are you telling me, when you said that I won't believe you?" Kong murmured finally, pouting, meeting Arthit's gaze.

Arthit gaped, then cackled shaking his head. Grabbing Kong's hands, as he tried to push Arthit.

"I am going to tell you every day, till you believe me." Arthit kissed Kong's fingers before placing his face in Kong's palms. While he cupped back Kong's face.

Kongpob wasn't going to believe a word Arthit spoke. He can't, not yet. This might be another fairytale Kong is reading. With Arthit as the protagonist. While he is just imagining himself in place of Arthit's beautiful princess.

"How are you so fair?" Kong poked Arthit's cheeks. "As white as milk..."

Arthit smirked. "Do you like milk?"

"Yeah. Very much." Kong nodded, scrunching his nose. He ran his thumb on Arthit's lips, liking the softness.

"I love..." Kong licked his lips, lustfully gazing at Arthit's lips. Then shifting his gaze at the hazel eyes. "Strawberry flavored milk more."

Arthit frowned, pulling his head back, he examined Kong's expression. His own face heated admirably.

"Bold. Huh?" Arthit raised his brow. "Come here then, let me fulfill your milk craving."

He leaned down, ready to kiss Kong. Only for Kong to turn his face aside and laugh. Arthit tilted his face, determined to kiss Kongpob.

"Let me kiss you..." Arthit groaned, craning every side, grabbing Kong's protesting hand. "Let me provide you some calcium, Bubble."

"No."

"I want a kiss..."

"I was kidding." Kong giggled while ducking. "You Milkman."

Arthit laughed. He dropped his body next to Kong, in defeat. Pulling Kong in his arms, they fell into heartfelt small giggles.

Their eyes locked, stumbling between the lips and eyes. The smile slowly subsided. And as in like a pull, they inched their faces close, until their lips brushed together. Sighing as they danced, finding a caressing flow. Humming with the moanful parting of lips.

Kong fisted Arthit's collar, when Arthit grabbed a bunch of his locks, pulling him impossibly closer, dipping his tongue and tasting Kong. While Kong received his potion of calcium and Arthit.

They smiled in the kiss, presenting their soul the lost happiness.

Kong gasped with closed eyes, as Arthit finally spared his mouth. Not before giving a noisy tight peck. His head felt heavy, the result of the deprived oxygen supply.

"I must thank P'Lara..." Arthit smudged Kong's cheek after he felt Kong calming down.

"Hmm?" Kong blinked his lashes.

Arthit smiled, propping his dimple. "She unknowingly gifted me... An astonishingly precious thing."

"Yeah?" Kong's voice appeared so low, almost inaudible. "What is it?"

"I sucked the hell out of him..." Arthit chuckled, pulling Kong's cheek. "A minute ago."

Kong grabbed Arthit's wrist, draping the pale hand around his own waist. As he moved ahead, hiding his face in Arthit's chest. Sniffling there, rubbing his tears on Arthit's black tee.

Arthit patted Kong's head, ruffling Kong's hair. Attempting to soothe him. As he held Kong tightly in his embrace.

Although not entirely, but Arthit knows everything that Kongpob must be feeling. The spiraling of emotions that might be coursing down Kong's veins, Arthit wished to stop.

He wanted to assure his Bubble, that whatever he meant is true. That he is not playing with Kong's feelings. How can he, when all he thinks about now is Kongpob, all he cares about now is Kongpob.

He knows that Kong is scared to accept him. Scared to believe his words. However Arthit would not stop, he'll try to give every needed assurance he could.

He is courting Kong, and each chance given Arthit would not fail to tell Kong, to make him realize that Arthit is true to himself. Confirmed with his feelings. And determined to make Kongpob his own.

"Don't cry..." Arthit leaned down kissing the top of his head. "It drives me crazy..."

Kongpob grumbled, nuzzling in Arthit's chest. Rubbing his runny nose on Arthit's T-shirt.

"Kongpob," Arthit called a couple of moments later.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna taste my condensed milk..." Arthit whispered, biting his lips. He was not done being his bratty self.

Kongpob looked up, gaping with his innocent round globes. Not knowing the meaning behind Arthit's words.

"Exclusively from Arthit's factory..." He bit his tongue so hard, to control his laughter, observing Kong's glowered face. "But a bit salted..."

"Which is solely for you Sweetheart..."

Kong kept wondering, his smart brain cells can't seem to tackle this riddle. It took him almost an eternity...

An eternity when Arthit doubled over, feeling a punch, followed by one more on the side of his torso.

"You shamelessly dirty-minded and horrible pervert." Kong pushed away, as he turned red like blood.

He sat up straight. Glaring at a pleasantly laughing Arthit. At the same time loving Arthit's melodious laughter. The sound of it made him smile. But he can't, he is the victim here, it is him who Arthit was laughing on.

Kong slapped his arm, with a flared nose. Arthit got him back, kissing his puffed angry cheeks. He can't get over Kong's pissed-off side.

Kong explored Arthit's face, the perfectly sharp features. His broad forehead pointed nose. His rosy cheeks. The mouth that doesn't stop speaking. And the tony chin. He wished to kiss every part of it. Dive in Arthit's warmth, whenever he seeks for. He doubted if he had the right to do so, without the owner's permission.

"Has anyone told you, how talkative you are?" Kong looked pleased, in Arthit's company.

Lara never told him, Arthit is big-mouthed. Nor did he discuss this with Arthit's friends.

Arthit simply shook his head, without any emotion. "No one was there to listen."

Kong's smile faltered more quickly than it appeared. He draped his hand around Arthit's torso, rightfully. He is the one who listens to Arthit. He is the one who talks with Arthit the most. He is the one who Arthit opened his heart for. And He is the one who makes Arthit happy. He has the right on Arthit. Like Arthit has on him.

Arthit more than willingly let him do it, with a smile. Kong's approaches are cute, with shy, small movements.

Kong was quiet after that. And Arthit wondered if he was asleep.

"Kong?" He called out, lowly.

"Hmm?"

"I love you," Arthit whispered.

Arthit waited. He frowned when he didn't receive a reply.

"Say something..." The elder whined.

"Good night, P'Arthit." He could feel Kong's smile against his chest, making him grin back. He pulled the comforter over them. While hiding Kong in him.

"I told you..." Kong leaned down, picking up the pillow. He threw it, right on Arthit's face, who stood near his cupboard, changing his tee. "To wake me up on time."

"I was about to..." Arthit ducked his head when another pillow flew to him. "But your peaceful and chubby sleepy face snapped my sense, making me lose in the allurement that laid down beside him."

Kongpob groaned. Arthit just talks so damn much!

He traveled his eyes, over Kong's body. The daylight makes it easier to notice how more than adorable Kong looks in Arthit's clothes. Which are a size bigger for his slender body.

"P'Arthit..." Kong whined, stomping around the bed, wishing to stand face to face with Arthit. He grumbled as he realized, he needed three more inches for that.

Kongpob pursed his lips, jumping on the bed. He bent, gripping Arthit's collar in his fist. He observed Arthit's face, without a blink, momentarily forgetting about his own anger.

Lost in the chiseled handsome, now innocent face. Noticing how delicate Arthit's bright skin is. He raised his other hand, smudging Arthit's cheek, almost smiling when Arthit leaned to his touch.

"If I'm late for my class..." Kongpob sneered, pulling the soft cheek, rather roughly. "I'm putting chili flakes in your pink milk, and forcing it down your flirty mouth."

Arthit laughed, shaking his head. As he lifted Kong and lowered him on the floor. He nudged their noses.

"Don't get so worked up, my bubble might pop."

Tew saw Kongpob running towards him. With a boy tagging behind him. Whose joggers alone looked more expensive than Tew's wardrobe. Tew looked over the boy's shoulder. The newest model of Tesla, the richest car he ever came across, parked outside the gate.

"I thought you were skipping classes," Tew said, while Kongpob ran past, in hurry.

"Wait for me. I'm coming." Kong yelled without looking back.

Tew straightened coming face to face with Arthit.

Tew crossed his arms. "Are you, the one I think you are?"

"Absolutely." Arthit nodded, throwing his brow, following Tew's gesture.

"At last..." Tew sighed, extending his hand. "Got a chance to meet you. Fed up of listening stories about you."

"He talks about me?" Arthit creased his forehead, taking Tew's hand, shaking it.

"Sorry? These days he talks only about you..." Tew flipped his hand, back and forth. "P'Arthit this. P'Arthit that. He is so handsome. He makes my heart flutter."

Tew slapped his forehead. "He does not stop."

Arthit smiled, as bright as his name. Falling into a heated blush. He was not the only one thinking about the other. It was from both ways. The affection, the admiration was from both ways.

Suddenly wanting to crush Kongpob in a hug.

"Are you giving us a ride?" Tew pointed over Arthit's shoulder.

"You helped me." Arthit winked. "I'm repaying your kindness."

"Uh. Huh." Tew nodded with a smile. "How did you find my number?"

"I have my tricks." Arthit swirled the key around his finger.

"Boasting about your power, ain't you?"

"What do you think?" Arthit turned, walking to his car.

"Absolutely, you are." Tew shook his head, following. "Your plan worked, by the way, Mr. Popcorn."

"It was supposed to." Arthit threw his hands in the air, with pride. Leaning his back against the car.

Tew circled the car. Not believing his eyes. Which are shining with the car's reflection.

"He likes you." Tew straightened, standing next to Arthit. Cautious not to touch the car.

"I know." Arthit popped his dimple. "And I love him."

"Don't hurt him..." Tew warned next, pointing a finger, circling in front of Arthit's eyes. "He's soft-hearted."

"I won't." Arthit sighed, then glared. "Don't try to be a smart-ass... I'm here to take care of him now."

"I'm his best friend. I'll be the first to care for him. Always." Tew was having fun, with this oblivious fool.

"You lost that position," Arthit smirked, turning his eyes away.

"In. Your. Dream." Tew teased, slapping the air.

"You..." Arthit gritted his teeth, pointing an angry finger. "Don't mess with me and give Kong to me."

"Why should I?"

"Because you get to be with him, all day..." Arthit grumbled, slumping on the car. "And I get to spend so little time."

Tew laughed, looking at Arthit's afflicted face.

"You are behaving like a jealous bitch." Tew covered his mouth, snickering behind his hand.

"You dared to call me a bitch?" Arthit sneered.

"A jealous one." Tew pointed out. Not caring about his life.

"Don't worry... You'll get him..." Tew patted Arthit's shoulder. "We both are the only family, we got..."

"So... If you want his hand... You have to treat me well..." Tew smirked. "Okay, P'Arthit?"

Arthit was liking this friendly and easy-going human, speaking what his heart wants without hesitation. He knew the first time, he talked with him over a phone call. A voice so jumpy and cheerful.

When it was Arthit who called him and ordered him to take popcorn to Kongpob. He was certain, knowing the trick would work, opening the memories of that night and the followed morning, which Kongpob was so persistent to avoid.

"Damn it." Arthit groaned, turning and dropping his head on his car. "He looks cute in his uniform."

Tew clicked his tongue. As he watched Kongpob marching towards them.

"What's wrong with him?" Kongpob patted on his forehead, settling his hair.

"He thinks you look cute." Tew grinned, nudging Kong's arm.

Arthit peeked at Kong.

"Oh." Kong met his eyes with a blush, fidgeting in his place.

"God!" Tew snapped at them. "Stop your drama and just drop me."

Arthit's enamored eyes popped out, as he observed Kongpob walking to him, in a blue tux and shiny boots, which Arthit got for him and forced him to wear. His hair gelled and brushed back, exposing his broad forehead. The soft pinch of red on his cheekbones, made Arthit to just bite on them.

Arthit was waiting downstairs for Kongpob. It is Saturday night, their prom night. Their first date.

Kongpob looked as Arthit straightened, tugging on his suit's end. Looking so brilliantly handsome. Wearing a matte black suit effectively contrasting with his porcelain skin.

He can feel his heart slapping against his chest. Can feel the tingles, on his skin.

Arthit walked, meeting Kongpob midway. He cupped Kong's face, the other hand going around Kong's back, pulling him closer to Arthit.

It was difficult for Arthit to get a hold of his lower region. Which was twitching each passing second, in the need to take this beauty every possible way.

"So so mesmerizing," Arthit whispered in his dreamy voice, his thumb brushing over the rose-gold cheek.

The grey eyes are not ready to leave the hypnotizing hazel gaze. The elegant-looking Arthit was wondrous. Wondrous when you can't look away from it, even if you try to.

Kong pouted, gripping the side of Arthit's jacket. "Why do you have to look so handsome?"

Kongpob was hating that all other eyes other than himself can notice this boundless attractive human. Drool over it. Fall for it. If possible, even snatch it away from an unworthy Kongpob.

"To make you fall for me."

Kong nipped his lip, staring at the pale neck. "Well then, it is working."

"Yeah?" Arthit brought their faces to a close. Bumping their noses. "Don't take too long."

"Okay." Kong mouthed. Before pulling away and walking past Arthit.

Kongpob giggled. When Arthit quickly followed him, entangling and swaying their hands.

Kongpob glanced around the large auditorium. The sharpy DJ lights illuminate the otherwise dark room. The loud music escaped from the huge speakers, reverberating over the clamorous hall. His heart thudded with the increased intensity of bass.

Other youngsters danced in front of the stage. Screaming with newfound energy when the DJ played their favorite song. Raising their beer glasses.

"This is so cool," Kong yelled sideways into Arthit's ear. Smiling his refreshing smile.

"You liked it?"

"Yes. Yes." Kong cackled. As Arthit ushered him through the crowd of other members vibing on the music.

Arthit had Kong tucked in his arms, while they stepped over to the drinking area. Where Arthit's friends were gathered.

"TEW!" Kongpob screamed in surprise when he noticed his best friend. Sipping on a glass of wine.

Tew looked to his side and broke into a wide smile. He quickly put his glass on the counter. And rushed to Kong. Pulling Kong in a hug.

"How do I look?" Tew swirled on his place. "P'Arthit gifted me."

Kong snapped at Arthit. Who just shrugged his shoulders and winked.

Arthit was doing too much. Kongpob need not have wanted that. It is overwhelming, to know that Arthit did everything for Kong. For the sake of Kong's happiness, got his friend to the party too, knowing Kong would love that.

At the same time embarrassed, when he can't do anything for Arthit. Can't contribute anything in return.

Only receiving, shamelessly.

"Tell me. Tell me." Tew nudged Kong's arm.

Kongpob glanced over, forcing a smile. "You look stunning."

"Really?" Tew giggled then pouted. "I denied to take this, but he insisted."

"Kong," Tew whispered in his ear. "This suit is expensive, I'm afraid... I will spoil it."

Kong laughed, enjoying his distressed friend. "I'm afraid of the same."

"Guess what? I tasted wine!" Tew exclaimed, pointing over his shoulder at his awaiting wine glass. "It was wonderful."

"Come Kongpob." Arthit came beside Kongpob before he can reply, drapping his hand around the slender waist. "Let's get us a drink."

"I haven't had a drink before."

"I know, Sweetheart." He ordered two Sauvignon blanc. "I am happy to offer you the first drink."

Kong nodded, blushing. He glanced around. Happy with how Tew comfortably mingled with Arthit's friends.

"Here." Arthit passed the wine glass to Kong. "Cheers, Bubble."

"Cheers, P'Arthit." Kong clinked their glass.

He followed Arthit's action, as he swirled the wine around in the glass, taking a small sip. He swished it, before gulping it down.

Kongpob closed his eyes, melting with the grape flavor dancing in his mouth. The blissfulness of tasting wine, made him smile.

"Screw that, Kongpob." Bright came over, holding two glasses. "Try this."

Bright snatched the wine glass away from Kongpob before he can finish it. Ignoring the glaring hazel eyes.

Kongpob took it. Admiring the color of berry blue at the bottom of the glass that faded to a shade of sapphire at the top.

"What's this?" Kong sounded amazed.

"Sweet poison." Tootah clinked his glass. "Have it."

Kong peeped at Arthit, who was smiling at him. Urging him to drink.

"We're getting drunk tonight." Prem dropped the tray on the counter. He hazily pointed at Kong and Tew. "You aren't allowed to stop."

Knott held him by his waist, as Prem lost his balance, tumbling forward. "He's wasted."

"I'm okay. I'm okay." Prem stuttered, gulping another shot.

Tootah held the tray in front of Kong. Having five 'Three Wise Man' shots.

"You have to drink them in one go." He ordered.

Kong gaped, wide-eyed. "Really?"

"I don't joke." Tootah jerked his chin, pointing at the tray. "Go ahead Kongpob."

"Rojnapat..." Bright held a protesting Arthit. "Just chill babe."

Tew jumped on his place, slapping Kong's arm, maybe already drunk. Encouraging Kong to go on.

Kong licked his lips. He picked a shot, pinching his nose, he swallowed it. Wincing with the novel taste. Then repeating four more times. He cleared his throat feeling a raspy pinch.

He blinked his eyes, searching for Arthit. Wanting to go to him. When he found his favorite figure, enjoying his drink, Kong was about to sprint to him. But...

Bright left Arthit's side, forcing them all on the dance floor, when the DJ pushed the sound dial to the top, announcing from the core of his stomach for all to dance. While Arthit refused, deciding to stay in his place, with Knott and Prem.

Arthit watched keenly at the figure swaying in the music. Following Tootah's twerky dance moves with great interest. He swallowed his drink in a go, as his eyes roamed around the people, hating that all of them can witness the show.

It was taking everything of Arthit to not just pounce on him. Claim him, in front of all people. He wanted Kong to enjoy everything the way he wished to.

Arthit gaped, observing Kong's sudden action. As Kongpob stopped a waiter, gulping three glasses at once, giggling with the exhilaration jumping in his mind. He looked at his best friend, his condition, indifferent.

Kongpob frowned as the DJ changed it to a slow soft music. He stumbled on his place when the couples muddled over. Bright grabbed one of the girls around. To his surprise, Tew was in someone's arms. In a good-looking guy's arms.

Where was Kong's good-looking guy?

Kong glanced at Arthit. And his heart pained, when he saw that a girl was tugging on Arthit's arm, maybe urging him to dance with her. She looked beautiful in a glittering black backless dress with her crushed garnet hair tied in a waterfall braid.

His eyes welled with tears, making it hard for him to say anything. Feeling the clenching tightness in his throat.

He gasped, feeling a light slap on his back.

"Go ahead, ask him for a dance," Tootah suggested as he walked past Kongpob. He turned back, raising his Martini glass. "Don't forget, others are waiting for him."

Kongpob gulped, a dreadful fear settling in his brain. He does not want that. He does not want to give Arthit to anyone. The thought of it crushed his whole being.

He clenched his jaws, fisting his hands, composing himself. As he took slow drunk steps, chewing his bottom lip. Standing next to the girl. He extended his hand for Arthit.

"Would you..." Kong gulped, he closed his eyes and opened with a determined stare, looking at Arthit's amused gaze. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Arthit stared at the trembling hand, optimistically waiting for him. Without any thought, he took hold of Kong's hand. Ignoring the other hand that was wrapped around his arm.

"I would love to dance with you." Arthit smiled. Making Kong sigh in relief.

"Okay." Kong nodded, his misty eyes sparkled.

"I asked you first Arthit..." The girl snapped.

"He wants to dance..." Kongpob butted in, jerking her hand away from Arthit. "With me..."

"And who are you?" She crossed her arms.

"I... I'm..." Kong doesn't know. Who was he to Arthit anyway?

"I love him..." She said, confidently.

Kongpob was angry. He sneered. "You can't..."

"What does that mean?"

"Only I'm allowed to..." Kong turned to Arthit. Hopefully looking at him. "Only I'm allowed to love you, right?

"Absolutely." Arthit grinned a wide smile. As he engulfed a fuming Kong, avoiding the girl glaring at them.

"I'll take him from you..." She cursed before leaving. "Just watch..."

Kong gripped Arthit tightly. Scared. He can't lose Arthit. He doesn't want to.

They ushered on the floor, through the crowd. Kong breathed when he was pulled against Arthit. Arthit draped Kong's hand around his waist, the other on his shoulder. He snaked his arm around Kong's back while another cupped his face.

"Hey..." Arthit whispered as he rocked them side by side. Caressing under Kong's eye. "Is it fun?"

Kong shut his eyes, nodding his head. Melting under Arthit's warmth. Tightening his hold on Arthit.

In a swift movement, Arthit swirled Kongpob around, then pulled back again. Kongpob chuckled as Arthit nuzzled his head in Kong's neck. Sniffling the cologne mixed with Kong's scent.

Kongpob parted, meeting Arthit's eyes. He pouted. "Who was she?"

"Someone I know."

"And?" Kong frowned.

"Nothing else."

"Don't worry..." Arthit whispered again, kissing Kong's earlobe. "I have feelings only for you."

Kong giggled in an alcohol-induced state. His eyes getting heavy. Fighting back the sleepiness, jumping on his eyelids. Arthit looked at Kong with a fond smile.

Arthit ran his thumb on Kong's eyes. "Wanna head back?"

Kongpob nodded. Smile never leaving his face. He dropped his head on Arthit's chest. His brain gave up on his body.

Arthit signaled his friends about them leaving. He held Kong protectively as they strode out.

Arthit made Kong sit on the passenger seat. Fastening the seat belt.

"Tew." Kong jerked, coming to a little sense. "Where's he?"

"Sshh... He's fine. Knott will drop him back." Arthit assured, cupping Kong's face.

"I'll get him..." Kong wriggled, glancing over Arthit. "Then you can drop us."

"I am taking you..." Arthit made him lay back. "With me."

Kong gaped, roaming his eyes on Arthit's face.

"Don't make me habituated with your place..." He chuckled, feeling the dryness in his throat. "I'll miss it, once you realize I'm not worth taking there."

Arthit sighed when Kong turned his face away. He bent forward kissing Kong's temple. Nothing that he talks about now, is going to enter Kong's brain.

Kong was about to drop on Arthit's bed when Arthit pulled him into the spacious balcony.

Kong sucked in air through his mouth, looking at two layers of a fluffy light-dove mattress at one end of the balcony. Surrounded by many cushions. The tiny golden light bulb hanging above. The scented candles lighted on a small wooden table standing against the balcony rail.

Kong felt a hand securely wrapping around him. He wrinkled his brows together.

"What is all this?"

Arthit entangled his fingers with Kong's. Pulling him to the newly organized space. He jumped on the mattress, laying on his side, resting his back against the border of cushions. He tugged Kong who was still standing by the edge.

Kongpob was not completely sober yet. He was busy admiring the pretty preparations. His eyes sparkling glancing at the light bulbs which are resembling fireflies.

He looked down as the pale arm draped around his torso. Craning his head aside he blushed meeting his favorite pair of eyes. Staring back at him with a dimpled smile.

Kong was sitting perpendicular to Arthit, with his back on Arthit's stomach, legs held out straight. Hands on his lap, playing with his fingers.

Arthit caressed his thumb on Kong's tummy. He reached his other hand behind the cushion. Pulling out a rectangular box wrapped in gift paper. Arthit placed it on Kong's lap.

"Here. It's for you."

Kong looked at it, then back at Arthit. Wondering.

"Just take it."

Kong held the box, delicately opening the wrapper. Taking all his time. His eyes dilated, observing the content inside it. He pushed it back to Arthit.

"I don't want it." Kongpob shook his head.

"Well, it's yours." Arthit smiled. "And I insist. Since you don't have one."

"But there isn't any need," Kongpob explained, motioning with his hand most adorably.

"Of course there is..." Arthit said, pulling his cheek. "I want to talk with you on call."

"Tew carries one..." Kong sighed, tapping his fingers on Arthit's face. "You can just call on his number."

"It is not the same." Arthit pouted.

"It is." Kong declared, glaring, pointing a finger. "I can't take it."

"It is yours... I'm not taking it back." Arthit forced the box into Kong's hand. Facing away.

Kong hung his head, looking at the box of iPhone on his lap. Gritting his teeth.

"I don't want your money..." Kong sobbed, the drinks playing with his emotions. "I promise I don't..."

Arthit snapped his eyes at Kong, panicked. Where did this come from? He knew Kongpob never wanted the money. Knew from his heart.

Arthit just wanted Kong to have a cell phone. For, Arthit cared for him, for his safety. Arthit wanted Kong to call him anytime if needed. Even if nowadays, Arthit himself drops him back, he still wants to receive a message from Kong about reaching home safely.

Arthit sighed, straightening, as he got Kong on his lap. Holding around the waist. While Kong struggled, covering his face. Crying behind his palms.

Arthit dropped his forehead on Kong's arm. Kongpob seemed more beautiful than the full moon hanging in the sky.

"Are you done?" Arthit chuckled, after a few more minutes. Letting the cute idiot in front of him to cry his heart.

Kong stopped. He pulled his hand away, rubbing his eyes, glaring at Arthit.

"What made you think that?" Arthit cradled his face. Running the side of his palm on Kong's wet cheeks. "I can't believe, you make your own stupid assumptions and later cry on that."

Arthit grinned when Kong slapped his hand. Comfortably adjusting on his lap. Gripping Arthit's shoulder. Denying to meet Arthit's teasing stare.

Kong pouted cupping Arthit's face. Remembering Tootah's words. Which broke his heart into millions of pieces. Reminding him each second. That he can lose Arthit. Any moment.

Arthit is excellently attractive, handsome. He is very rich, with a smart brain. A talkative human with a loud flirty mouth. Whom people enjoy having around. He is everything that, Kongpob isn't.

Kongpob moved his ass, making a groan escape Arthit. He dabbed his thumb on the corner of Arthit's lips. Stuttering his eyes between the lips and the hazel pair.

"I know everyone wants you... You don't have to tell me okay?..." Kongpob whisper shouted, dropping his temple on Arthit's shoulder.

Arthit frowned. When did he?

"But can you not go to them?" Kong mumbled. "Please..."

Arthit cupped the hidden face against his neck. He leaned sideways resting his cheek on Kong's.

"Please... Don't go..." Kong mumbled again. Falling in slumber, on his personal warm bunk.

Arthit held the babyish bundle clung to him. With his hands crushed between their chests. The soft breath fanning on his neck, the buttery lips still pouted.

Arthit ruffled his wet hair with a towel. With a delighted face. Peering at the vibrant morning sun.

He supported his weight on his forearm over the handrail. His cute handsome face glowing with the blaze. Resembling an angel, right from heaven.

Thankfully, Kong was sleeping or he would surely have had his heart burst, glancing at the empyreal-looking Arthit.

After everything that happened last night, Arthit felt wanted. Observing the fearful eyes, silently pleading him to not go to others.

Arthit smirked, his thumbnail scratching his brow. He pulled out his mobile. Dialing a number. Which was received on the last ring.

"What..." Arthit heard a grumbled morning voice of a girl. "It's fucking ten in the morning... And I'm having a terrible hangover."

Arthit distanced his mobile away from his ear. Hearing the angry tone of his cousin.

"Thanks, Sesha..." Arthit chuckled, staring down at the lawn. "For your average acting skills..."

"Average my ass..." There was an instant reply. "Wait... Did it work?" The voice is now alert.

"Appreciatively." Arthit nodded. "Unsurprisingly he cried too."

"You made him cry?" Arthit heard a shuffling noise.

"I love watching him cry..." Arthit craned his neck, peering at the mass shielded with a comforter. "It turns me on atrociously."

"Have you lost it, Arthit? Oh god, my head..." She moaned.

"Guess I did..." Arthit shrugged, not peeling his eyes away. "I don't know."

"You are a manipulative bastard."

"Only for him..."

"You know? When he asked you to dance, for a moment I wished he would have asked me..." Sesha snickered. "He is one hella, cute boy..."

Arthit did not reply. Clenching his jaws. Being jealous of his sister?

"Arthit..." She said softly, carefully. "Do I stand a chance, to be his sugar mommy?"

How dare she?

"For asking this..." Arthit hissed quickly, gripping the handrail tightly. "I curse you a week-long headache... Thanks anyway..."

And before he get to hear a series of swearing words, he disconnected the call.

Arthit had to thank Tootah as well. It was his idea after all.

Kongpob is still sleeping. While Arthit is bored. He wants to wake Kong up. Trouble him with his tantrums. Piss him off. Make him blush every now and then.

And love him too much. Very much.

There was a knock on his room door.

"Yes?" Arthit answered.

One of the workers stepped in. Bowing first. "Sir Jared wants to see you."

"Now?" Arthit scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Okay..." Arthit sighed. "I'll be there in a minute."

The door was shut behind as the other left.

Arthit frowned. Why now? He was about to go spoon Kongpob. Cuddle in the fresh breeze.

He went to Kong, leaning and kissing his temple. Kong moved a little and slumped again.

"I love you," Arthit whispered in his ear. "I'll be back soon."

Arthit entered Jared's cabin, attached to his master bedroom. After knocking it twice.

He can count on his fingers, the number of times he came in here. And talked with his father.

Jared signed on the contract paper. He dropped his pen on the table. As he looked over the golden rimmed specs, lying on his nose bridge.

Jared straightened, facing his son. "I want you to stop, whatever you have with that boy."