Krist & Singto in The Practice Boyfriends (Completed)

The Practice Boyfriends: Chapter 1

Singto tilts his face into the sun as he lies on the flattened grass in Lumpini Park. Beside him the outdoor exercise equipment is squeaking away as Krist hastily finishes his reps. Singto always finds it fascinating, the way that Krist throws himself into his workout, rushing through it so that 'The boring bit is done Phi, and we can enjoy something much more exciting after!'

Singto loves his friend's outlook on life sometimes, but at other times, he wants to grab him by the shoulders and tell him to slow the heck down and appreciate the things around him. But he supposes that's why they fit so well as best friends and as screen partners and as an 'imagine couple', they're so different that they complement each other quite perfectly. It's been working for years after all, so something is right about it, about them.

Krist slings himself down into the grass as Singto muses, knee knocking against his and jolting him back to consciousness.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" His friend asks, reaching out to poke a finger at his shoulder.

Singto opens one eye and lazily rocks onto his side, staring at the sweat that is sliding across Krist's brow, "That you should slow down."

Krist lets out a little gust of laughter, "Yeah, I know.. but.. the quicker it's done.."

"..the faster we can play ROV." Singto finishes and watches as Krist's eyes dance and his lips form a perfect grin.

"Exactly, Phi! Exactly!" He reaches out a hand to squeeze Singto's shoulder, "So, are you going again.. or.." his eyes turn pleading and Singto prepares himself for one of Krist's incredibly unsubtle manipulations, "Can we go now? I mean, we've jogged, I've repped every muscle.. I need a shower, I'm disgusting!"

And, as if to prove his point, he slides a hand through his own hair and it comes back slick with sweat. He reaches out as though to wipe it on Singto's shirt, but he manages to grab Krist's wrist just in time, twisting his hand so that Krist ends up wiping the slime onto his own shirt instead.

"Eww! Gross, Phi! Now I really need a shower!"

"I'm not disagreeing.." Singto says as he rolls away and sits up, wrapping his arms around his knees and giving Krist a final lazy look. "Come on then." He levers himself upwards and holds out a hand, tugging until Krist is upright too, and then he leads his way through the middle of the park to the large iron gates, "Want to come to mine?"

"Yeah, it's much closer.. shall we get bikes?"

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At his apartment, Singto directs Krist to his guest shower as usual and then slips out of his clothes in his en suite, piling up the damp garments beside his washing basket to deal with later. Then he slides under the cool shower and lets the flowing water wash away his workout, easing his tight muscles.

He's been under the spray for less than a minute when the door creaks open and Krist strolls in, his shorts slung low on his hips, chest bare, muscles sweaty and defined, "Phi Sing? You've run out of shampoo in there, have you got any more?"

"Should be some under the sink," Singto calls out, rubbing his hands over his hair and trying to get every inch of himself wet.

"None left?" Krist calls out and Singto frowns then twists to grab his own bottle, pouring some into his palm, "Take this one then, but don't use it all, I know what you're like with shampoo!"

Krist's throaty laugh soars above the shower and then the clear door clicks open and a hand grabs the bottle as Singto reaches up to rub the creamy liquid into his scalp.

He moans a little at the immediate clean feeling and ends up with a mouthful of soap, coughing and spluttering as he tries to swill it out of his mouth with fresh water from the shower head.