Saint was so very content right now.
His legs were tangled with Perth's, fingers intertwined as well, even though Perth was still asleep.
Saint let out a little yawn, turning to bury his face in Perth's warm neck. Someone's phone was buzzing on the floor but Saint was too sore to reach over and grab it.
For once in his life, Saint blushed at the memory of the sex he had the previous night. Saint was never one to be shy in that department, but he was so happy last night, so in love with this fucked up, yet absolutely amazing, lad.
He was also worried.
Would Perth be able to handle this? Would he even want a relationship?
Saint was so deep in his worries that he didn't notice the way Perth's breathing changed and the grip around his waist tightened.
Therefore, when Perth mumbled a, "Morning", Saint flinched.
"What is it?" Perth asked softly, tracing patterns into Saint's cheekbones, smiling sleepily down at him.
"I don't know... I see you slept well."
"I usually sleep well when I'm with you," Perth said with no shame and pure honesty. "What's on your mind, doll?"
"You. You're always on my mind, though," Saint said quietly.
Perth chuckled throatily, kissing at Saint's forehead. "What about me?"
"Lots of stuff, I suppose. Last night..."
"Do you regret it?" Perth asked, smile faltering. "Please tell me you meant what you said."
"I did," Saint said quickly. "Yes, Perth, I love you."
Perth smiled again, breathing out a sigh. "Alright. Tell me what's bothering you, then."
"It's just that... Perth, if we want to be serious... If you want to be in a relationship with me, I'll need you to come to me if you need me, even if I am the problem. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Saint said, his voice dripping with sadness.
"You want to be together?" Perth asks in shock, shifting Saint to straddle his lap.
"Course I do," Saint said softly, fingertips tracing Perth's tattooed chest. "Love you."
"I love you," Perth said with a smile, reaching out to cup Saint's cheeks, smiling up at him fondly. " Saint Suppapong Udomkaewkanjana, will you be my boyfriend?"
Saint laughed a little, almost purring at Perth's soft touch. "I'd love to be... But, Perth, I need you to do what I said."
"Think I'm Daddy" Perth teased, hands running down Saint's back.
"I'm serious," Saint said, but he was smiling. "Come to me if you want to hurt yourself... Use me if you need to."
"I'd never use you," Perth whispered, hands moving to entangle his fingers with Saint's.
The older lad leaned down, kissing Perth softly on the lips, moving them steadily together. The phone started buzzing again.
"Bloody hell, who is that?" Perth grumbled, sitting up and holding Saint steady as he leaned down and grabbed the phone.
"It's Bas" Perth hummed, answering his phone. "Hello?"
Saint heard Bas talking and watched as Perth laughed a little, eyes crinkled. Perth really was a sight to look at.
"I'll let him know... Alright... You, too, Bas. Bye."
Perth hung up, shaking his head. "Bas and Copter fucked last night. Isn't that great!?" Perth started laughing and Saint giggled a little.
"That was unexpected," Perth said, squeezing Saint's hands. "I thought Bas was only joking."
"Apparently not," Saint said with a laugh, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend.
•••••
"Hey, you're awake!" Plan said as Perth and Saint appeared in the living room, both dressed in their clothes from the previous night.
"Yeah, sorry to overcome our stay," Perth said with a soft laugh, making Plan smile as well.
The raven-haired lad flicked his cigarette ashes into a tray before returning it to his lips.
"What are you doing out here alone?" Saint asked, scratching his wrist. "Shouldn't you be, like, hungover and in bed with someone naked?"
"That's judge-mental" Plan said, but he was smiling. "I'm not one to get hungover. Besides, it's nearly twelve. He went home."
"You did sleep with someone" Perth said with a laugh. "Who?"
Plan shrugged, wiggling his eyebrows. "A dancer."
Saint gasped, untangling himself from Perth's grip, jumping over to Plan. "Oh my god! You slept with Mean!"
Plan shrugged again, a steady smirk on his face.
"Everyone hooked up last night," Perth mumbled, walking towards Saint, pulling the boy to his chest once again.
"It was a party," Saint pointed out.
"So you two fucked in my guest bed?" Plan grumbled.
"To my defense, we didn't claim it as fucking," Perth said before burying his face in Saint's neck.
"Holy shit!" Plan said, bursting into laughter. "No! Are you serious!?"
Saint blushed. "Please don't tell me you're like Bas and planning my murder."
"Definitely not. Perth and I weren't ever like that. It was purely what it was supposed to be- fucking to fuck," Plan explained, shrugging.
Saint was uncomfortable talking about someone else having sex with Perth and Perth could tell, so he went back to the previous subject.
"Well, yeah, this isn't just a thing," Perth said, kissing Saint neck gently. "I love my Saint."
••••••
"I can't believe everyone went to a party and fucked," Modem pouted, crossing her arms. "And I had to stay at my apartment because I wasn't invited."
"Technically, Plan didn't invite me,' Saint said with a shrug. "Perth did."
"You didn't tell me that!" Modem said, smacking Saint's arm.
"I totally did! It was like five seconds ago, Modem, how could you forget!?" Saint said with a smirk.
"Smart ass bitch."
"So you're saying I'm a smart bitch with a nice ass... I'll take that compliment," Saint said, falling back onto Modem's bed. "What did you even do?"
"Hung out with Mickey," Modem replied. "Still would've preferred a party."
"Mickey is a dick."
Modem shrugged her tiny shoulders. "He's actually pretty cool to be around. He's nice enough and he's cute."
"And totally into boys."
"No!"
"Thara is so his boyfriend!" Saint scoffed.
"No way, Mickey was flirting with me,"
Modem said, crossing her arms.
"Modem! I'm gay as hell. I have, like, a gaydar! And I'm telling you that Mickey is gay."
"He was making homophobic comments to your face."
"Crude comments. They weren't homophobic considering he was complimenting me," Saint pointed out.
"Don't you have dick to suck?"
"Probably."
"Choke on it and die."
"Maybe," Saint replied with a smirk.
