"What are you doing here?" Mail asked as he sat up causing Gap to be a little still when he saw Mail had taken off his shirt. Even if it's a feast to his eyes but Gap felt strangely jealous. This is another feeling that he has for Mail. Gap walked over to pick up Mail's shirt that was spread across the back of the sofa to dry and sent it to Mail immediately.
"Put on your shirt, who asked you to take it off? Singh has seen it all,” said Gap.
“ I and Mail have seen each other more than this. We have been friends since we were kids. We used to go naked and play in the water together," Singh said sluggishly.
"That's when he was a kid, I don't hold it against him. But he is a grown-up now, so put the shirt on," Gap thrusts the shirt into Mail's hands. Mail sighed lightly.
"I'm a man as well, Gap. I take off my shirt like this all the time,” Mail said, hanging his shirt over his shoulder, still not wearing it.
“So if I sit and look at you imagining faraway things, Don't scold me then," Gap said, causing Mail to stall for a bit.
"You Slut!" Mail cursed shortly, and immediately put on his shirt. This gave Gap a satisfied smile. Mail wasn't embarrassed. Just not used to Gap's eyes staring at him like that. The more Gap announced that he was flirting with him, Mail felt weird about it. If he was with his friends, Mail did not feel embarrassed by just taking off his shirt.
“What are you doing here in the dark?” Singh asked. Gap then placed the bag he was carrying on the glass table and took the liberty to sit on the sofa next to Mail. Mail moved away slightly.
"My mother sent some food for Mail. Oh, and for you too, Singh," Gap said with a smile making Mail stand still a bit when he learned that Gap's mother has sent it for him.
“Really? People are complaining about being hungry. At first, I was going to go out and buy something to eat at the nearby shop," Singh said happily.
“I'll put it in the kitchen," Singh said before walking into the kitchen. Only Mail and Gap were left sitting on the living room sofa.
“Did you ask your mother to send it?” Mail asked back.
"What's the matter? You can call and ask my mom. Oh! My mom also asked me to tell you that if you're free then you can go in and see her sometimes," Gap said as his mother had told him. But Mail had a hard expression on his face.
“Why does your mother want me to go and see her? ” Mail asked again.
"Well, my mother is worried about you. Why can't a mother-in-law worry about her son-in-law? " Gap asked back before Mail raised his foot to kick Gap who was irritating him. But Gap managed to grab Mail's ankle first causing him to stuck with his legs lifted in the air like that.
“You missed it today,” Gap teased him with a smile. Mail then lifted the other foot to kick. But Gap grab it with his other hand as well as if he was prepared well to defend. It turned out that both of Mail's legs were now suspended in the air and Mail used both of his elbows to support his upper body so that he wouldn't fall on his back on the couch. Gap lifted a smile from the corner of his mouth and looked at Mail's sports shorts that he was wearing to sleep which were quite loose. When Mail's legs were raised like this the shorts rose to expose his white thighs.
“Damn, this angle is so good,” Gap said with a smile. Mail followed Gap's eyes and felt his face heat up.
Thud!
"Ow! Mail, why did you hit me on the head?" Gap yelled as Mail leaned in and slapped his head, but Gap still wouldn't let go of his ankles.
“Leave,” Mail said in a deep voice. Gap was still smiling before he pretended to move towards him. Then he put both his knees under Mail's thighs which puts both of them in a precarious situation. Mail's legs were left flanking Gap's body. Mail hurriedly raised his hand to push Gap's chest in shock Because he didn't think that Gap would play like this.
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K & Br (LS)
RomanceThai original Version!!! Universe Story LS!!! Koh and Brow also known as Coco & Brown are introduced in the Story of Joe & Graf. This book includes the side stories of Gap- Mail and Singh- Buk. Original author Yeonim Translated by anonymoussignatur...