Wat's POV
Maybe, that was a dream.
I dreamt of making love with Tine, over and over again, until we fell asleep with the sky turning into streaks of purple and pink.
Tine had reassured me that he loves me, he would stay with me, by hook or by crook, he would never leave me alone.
I stretched my arms across the bedsheets, realising I was naked as a newborn baby underneath the duvet.
Wait, something didn't add up.
I remembered the candles, I remembered me singing myself happy birthday, I remembered the beers.
Didn't I end up lying in the dark living room by myself?
I didn't remember dragging myself onto the bed.
Could it be?
My dream bubble dissipated as I felt the cold bedsheets slipping in between my fingers. Tine was long gone before I was awake.
I let a loud sigh out, that echoed distinctively within the four walls of our room.
Or should I call it, my room?
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I took all the time I needed under the lukewarm water, trying to wash away the tiredness of my soul and the soreness of my muscles.
Things still didn't add up in any way.
The soft thud of the door sounded very distant and it didn't click in my mind that I wasn't exactly alone at home.
Until I felt a solid source of heat pressing against my back, a pair of hands exerting pressure gently on my stiff shoulders.
Tine, I miss you.
"Wat."
Hallucinations.
"Wat."
Sounds like Tine.
"Wat."
This time, I could feel a pair of lips nibbling sensually at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, I threw my head back and moaned at the sensation.
The back of my head slumped into Tine's shoulder and my gaze landed directly into Tine's doe eyes.
Must be the alcohol from yesterday.
"Wat, are you going to say something or do you need me to be down on my knees so that I could suck something out from you?" Tine looked down into my eyes.
He was definitely looking a little skinnier than how I had remembered him to look like, but also, he was practically glowing as he let out a tiny smile.
"Tine, is that really you? I'm not dreaming?" I steadied myself immediately and rotated my body to face Tine.
"Wat, you are such a baby, look at these hickeys, do you still think it was a dream?"
Tine tilted his neck, putting his heavily marked neck on display.
My fingertips melted into those marks and caressed against them lightly, those on Tine's chest were particularly deeper than the others.
It was definitely my work of art.
"So it wasn't a dream?" I whispered unbelievingly.
"You f'cking moron, we made love for the entire night until this morning. I'm still a bit sore." Tine pouted cutely.
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2gether AU: Stay, be Still
FanfictionLove at first sight at that life-changing concert, this time, Sarawat seized that opportunity to make the first move. 10 years spent dating with one another, one graduated as a lawyer and the other as a musician, they moved in together and planned t...