Marriage Contract

[21]

Having spent the previous night being toyed with-and tossed about repeatedly, Kongpob  was now quite tired, so much so, he slept until the break of dawn.
Waking up, he sluggishly felt around in the spot beside him, sensing no trace
of Arthit. Uncomfortable with not having that person's warmth next to
him, his hooded--half opened eyes caught sight of the blurry image of Arthit
standing at the side of the bedroom facing the mirror, and fiddling
around with something.

Kongpob  moved, propping himself up, crawling over to the other side of the
bed so he could get a proper look, only to discover the other man was trying
on a scarf. Also that, hanging on the back of the chair right next to him, was
another scarf which looked like it had already been tried on.

Arthit had a tall build and good looks, so it would be reasonable to say, that given this, Kongpob  had chosen scarves which ought to have been very cool. But, for some unknown reason, Kongpob  thought the scene before him was completely ridiculous; and at this moment, was very much unable to
stop himself from laughing out loud.

As he faced the mirror, Arthit heard Kongpob's laughter and thus turned to find the other man lying on the bed, shaking from laughter. With the grip of the scarf in his hand growing rigid, he angrily pulled it off--rolled it into a ball, then stuffed it into its bag. Striding over to the side of their bed, he stared at Kongpob with a face covered with displeasure, "What's so funny?"

Kongpob  had laughed so much, his stomach hurt. Covering his tummy, he
breathed out a few surprised and joy-filled exclamations before replying,
"No, it's just... Why on earth were you trying on the scarves while you were
still only wearing your pajamas! Oh my god! You're killing me right now!"

Giving himself a once over, Arthit saw he was indeed still wearing his
pajamas, and his face stiffened. He was in no way angry, nor did his expression show he was, as he stood by the bedside a bit awkwardly.

Earlier, having just got up and washing up, he had intended to find himself a
change of clothes when his vision came upon the two scarves in the cupboard. He was not sure why he thought so, but his first inkling was that they were bought by Kongpob just for him.

A wave of joy came over him so quickly, he immediately took the scarves and
went to try them on, not for second taking into account the fact he was still
wearing his pajamas. After trying them on, he found himself to look pretty
good wearing them, never once expecting Kongpob  to wake up and catch him red-handed.

Within his heart, there was a sort of indescribable shame from being caught
in the act like that.

"Have you had enough of a laugh?" Arthit looked at Kongpob  with a
long face.

"Enough, I've had enough!" Kongpob  pinched his thigh below the blanket-
Ouch, wincing as he endured the pain.

"Those scarves you bought are so ugly, did you leave your sense of taste back
in your village or something?" Master Arthit was clearly displeased by the
lad's attitude. "You're still smiling."

"They're such ugly scarves, yet you still wore them," Kongpob  retorted, feeling they looked really good!

"You're so ugly, yet I still married you, didn't I?" Arthit sneered.

It will always be nothing but quarrels with you Arthit. Kongpob  rolled his
eyes. You beauty, you goddess, you Princess.

Snorting, Arthit made his way to the wardrobe to himself a change of
clothes.

Since he had no classes on this day as well, Kongpob  was in no hurry to get
himself out of bed. Propping half of himself off the mattress, he looked on at
the man changing in front of him; admiring the man's broad shoulders, his
slender waist, and those longs legs of his.