Listen, listen, listen, listen to my scream, my love
"Warm."
Tine frowns.
The more he rummages around beneath the press of Sarawat's hospital pillow, the less he finds. He pulls his arm out, with a distinct lack of apple or cola chewy candies in hand. He peeks up at Sarawat's face and on it is only candor. His eyes are closed, his smile subtle — not a jesting one but a smile that speaks amusement at Tine's inability to locate the hidden candies.
"Cold," Sarawat corrects.
Tine shifts aim and combs the rest of Sarawat's hospital bed for clues.
He knows the candies are on the bed, Sarawat couldn't have left it. Tine was there. Sitting on the chair beside the bed keeping eyes shut when it was Sarawat's turn to hide them. If not beneath Sarawat's pillow, then beneath the blanket. Other options elude him. Tine keeps his gaze locked onto Sarawat's face as he leans sideways in his chair extending his arm towards Sarawat's feet, patting the mattress from bottom upwards in search for candy. An enigmatic little smile tugs Sarawat's lips up — maybe he knows that Tine is monitoring the shift of expressions on his face (Tine is ever attentive to it) — but no words leave him, not until Tine touches him.
"Cold," Sarawat repeats, curls-and-unfurls his toes when Tine strays to an impromptu rub down the inner side of his socked foot. Somewhere between the end of bed and the pillow, the candy is waiting for Tine's discovery. Tine's hand slips beneath the blanket while he feels slowly along the side of Sarawat's body, following the entire length up to his hips, the tips of his fingers crawl up-and-higher confused between caressing and rifling this side of his body for unusual bumps where Sarawat could have wedged the candy between it and the mattress. He reaches Sarawat's hips with no find, nothing but the texture of his hospital pyjamas — rougher than the pyjamas Tine had bought him, the ones whose texture Tine knows inside out from spooning Sarawat in sleep.
"Cold."
He teases. He smirks at Tine's sweet plight. Tine repeats the same, along the other side of his body — the results are matching. Sarawat's mischievous smirk widens a sliver before Tine realises that he was supposed to search for it between Sarawat's legs all along.
Tine allows him this game, for three simple reasons. In the hospital room are but the two of them. He wishes to distract Sarawat from the upcoming operation. He wishes to distract himself. Tine craves distraction from these and other, graver worries. He is foolishly eager to escape. He escapes, for one mindless moment, between Sarawat's ankles, and up. Up. Up.
"Warm," Sarawat whispers.
Tine is between Sarawat's knees before he can quell the thudding of heart against ribcage, he makes no attempt to conquer his own excitement as he ventures past this point.
"Warmer."
Tine crawls up the side of Sarawat's inner thigh, allows the warmth to engulf his hand, Sarawat's smile stretches bright while Tine advances and by the time he settles right below his crotch, Sarawat's grin is blinding him. The thunder of his heartbeat rocks his entire chest. Even after all this time, touching his boyfriend, now fiancé, never ceased to provide a flurry of excited unrest inside him. He tugs at Sarawat's idle hand with his other one, the one not warmed between Sarawat's thighs, he turns his hand over to open up his canvas.
'Don't tell me you put them inside your boxers.'
"Incredibly warm."
Tine smacks his palm against his forehead and Sarawat barks a laugh at the sound that breaks the silence of the hospital room.
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Under the White Light
Fanfiction"A blind and a mute, what an ungodly pair we make." Sarawat speaks to fill the void of silence between them. Tine is mute and Sarawat is blind. And yet their obvious communication barrier never seemed so difficult for them.
