Poles Apart (One-shot/s) [Complete]

BLISS

Wakey Wakey Kongpob " Arthit poked Kongpob in his side.

" Nghh... " Kong squirmed, pouting adorably, eyes still shut he whined
" half an hour please " his hands automatically stretched on his right, to pull Arthit closer.

Finding the cold sheets, his brow furrowed in displeasure, he must be dreaming again, he could swear he almost felt Arthit breathing right beside him but most of the time it is wishful thinking of his brain.

Eyes still shut, he pulled Arthit's pillow close, inhaling the familiar scent, his features relaxed into a warm smile. It could never match Arthit's intoxicating scent or his wonderful hugs that made fuzzy feeling bubble in his chest but it will have to do until he could have his husband in his arms again.

" I assure you I smell better than that pillow ever could. " Arthit's amused voice reached Kongpob's sleep-addled brain. Turning his head towards sources of sound, Kong blinked seeing Arthit standing by his bedside, hands folded and a smug smile pasted on his features. Kong blinked once, twice, thrice, yet Arthit was still standing there, smirking , looking like a six feet bar of pure chocolate.

" How strange to dream of you, when I am wide awake." He murmured.

Making a face, Arthit scrunched his nose but he loved when a sleepy Kongpob spouted poetry in his lazy, husky voice.

" You cheesy bastard. " he groaned in fake annoyance and bent down to greet his husband with a morning kiss
" I am as real as day and you are nowhere even close to being awake"
Kong made little noise of content as he was unexpectedly rewarded with a soft press of lips against his cheeks. " Kong -cheesy-pob" Arthit teased, rubbing his nose affectionately against Kong's cheeks.

" Cheesy is saying ' A sea of whiskey couldn't intoxicate me as much as a drop of you." Kong countered. " or would you prefer me to confess ..." Kong opened his eyes, " I can start fires with what I feel for you, inferno even.. ."

"It's been almost seven years yet you are the same. Will you ever be cured of cheesisitis syndrome, Mr Kongpob Rojanapat? " Arthit whispered in his ears. Too intimate.

Shaking his head in denial, Kong slid on the empty side of the bed that was a bit cold because of Arthit's absence. Tugging on Arthit's hand, he patted the space he emptied, inviting Arthit to join him in his warm bed. These tiny gestures were the reason Arthit falls for Kong anew, each day, each hour, each minute.

Arthit slid beside Kong, before covering them both with the sheets.
" How much time do we have ?" Kong asked.
" an hour and a half, two if I stretch it. " Arthit replied. " I must leave by 9 though, If I want to board the plane that is."

"Mmhhhmm" humming agreement, Kong pulled Arthit closer and after a bit of squirming and adjusting, he found the right angle to settle, nestled in the crook of Arthit's neck, his cheeks pressed against the soft material of Arthit's robe.

" I hate your boss. " Kong complained " I hate that I won't be able to celebrate your birthday with you this year. And it's all because of him... Hate him.. "

" Trust me, I hate that piece of work more than you ever could. " Arthit growled, mood already ruined at the mention of his Boss.

" Nope. I hate him more than you. I abhor, I detest the sight of him, I —" Kong paused, searching for a more powerful synonym to convey his dislike.

" He has proven to be a bigger cockblocker than Ai Bright, Ai James and your schedule combined, trust me I hate him to the galaxy and back. "

Kong chuckled at this passionate confession of hate. No wonder though, Arthit did everything with passion and full dedication.