Thorough Breds 1: My Prince(18+)

19- The first cracks

They say days of happiness pass in a moment, and a moment of sorrow lasts a lifetime.

They should have seen it coming. They were too happy, everything was too perfect. Every young and romantic exleriences a blip. Their blip came in the face of a handsome young man.

It all started here. The beginning of the war.

Type looked down at the shirt in his hands. A white, V neck, button up. Somthing simple,  and more comfortable , in the face, of Tharn's usually stiff and formal wardrobe.

He had saved three months worth of savings- some money his mother had given him, as well as his salary.

And finally, he had been able to afford the piece of cloth, he had liked in the market.

Except now he didn't want to give it to Tharn anymore. Who was he kidding? Tharn surely had something even better and more expensive in his wardrobe.

The cloth, the design, the craftmanship, he must have seen the  best of those. What was this shirt to compare with that.

He couldn't possibly give him anything of value.

"Type!!" At tharn's voice he was snapped out of his daze, and quickly he stuffed it inside his cupboard.

The look on Tharn's face was the same. The same warmth in his half moon eyes, a smile on his lips, and a glow on his face.

He walked straight up to him and gathered Type into a hug, before sighing in relief. "I missed you so much. Hugging you now, I feel like my stress is draining away."

He grabbed hold of both of his shoulders and moving back he smiled down at Type." Soooo, it's my birthday tomorrow. What are you giving me?"

Type gulped as he felt humiliation rising up his throat. He'd never felt so small in his life. "W-what could I give you?"

"Well, you have to give me something. How about a lifetime of love? Or an eternity of kisses? I wouldn't mind this sexy body for forever."

"Tharn!!!"

He laughed out loud, throwing his head back, and Type thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Type turned away before he did something stupid.  Like throw himself on Tharn and kiss the headlights out of him. He hadn't taken more than a few steps when Tharn's words made him want to die.

"Sooo, what's this then?"

In his hands, he had the shirt Type had stuffed in the cupboard, and he was looking at Type with an eyebrow cocked.

"N-nothing. Give it back." He didn't,  only pushing it behind his back and taunting Type even further.

They grappled with each other, and finally Type let it go, and Thaen turned to him. "Where did you buy this?"

"I made it."

"I like it. Your prince commands you give it to him."

The prince could go fuck himself for all he cared.

"Its mine. I don't want to give it away."

"Are we going to pretend this wasn't for me?"

  "Fine!! It was for you."

Tharn smiled before he wrapped his arms around Type, putting his chin on Type's shoulder. "I love it. Its perfect, and its even more beautiful because you gave it to me."

He pushed him towards the bed, sitting him down and putting his head on Type's lap. "I'm going to wear this on my birthday tomorrow."

"Tell me what's bothering you Type."