(Bilingual story - Eng-Fr)
Nueng hates stormy nights. Especially when Palm is not far...
A little story that crossed my mind after watching the very promising beginning of GMMTV's Thai BL show Never Let Me Go, featuring one of my favorite pairings...
Once he reach his destination, the young man hesitated to knock on the door, before finally changing his mind, to enter the room that had been assigned to Palm for a few weeks without asking his opinion. After all, Nueng was home. Why would he need to handle him with kid gloves?
The first thing that struck him when he pushed the door open was that it was relatively dark in there, compared to the other rooms in the house, making the atmosphere feel very special, intimate and mysterious, so much that Nueng felt uncomfortable. Just like the smell that floated in the air was as familiar as disturbing for him. It was that of someone who was close to him while remaining at a distance at the same time.
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The pianist gritted his teeth. He knew he shouldn't have set foot here. But it was too late. In spite of himself, his attention had been caught by the only ambient light source of the room, a simple bedside lamp, and led him to meet the gaze of the one he was looking for as much as he wanted to avoid. As he had expected, Palm was there, sitting on the bed, his legs in the air, with a roll of thick tape in his hands, which he had probably found in the first aid kit on the bedside table.
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As if he had just been caught red-handed doing something wrong, Palm hastily let go of what he kept in hand when he realized that Nueng had entered his room, and scrambled to his feet, so that his bare feet had nearly tripped on the carpet in the rush, to stand up and face him, nervous as ever.
"Khun Nueng," he said, dusting off his outfit, a simple pair of shorts that he had worn when he was still living from fishing, far from his master's world, in a hurry. "What... What's going on? Do you need me for something?"
Because yes, Palm was not wearing any top. And if it had already caught Nueng's attention when he burst into his room, now that he was sitting up straight in front of him, it was even worse.
The young man now had a full view of his musculature, which was, to crown it all, set off by the ambient lighting, which seemed to emphasize each of his attributes, every single muscle, which slowly rose with each breath. Seeing this only cause the air to feel a little more suffocating for Nueng as the silence lasted between them.
