The one who still cannot keep quiet

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 Type looks at his schedule, he has to go for a session with Fiat to re-educate his knee. At first, the young man reminded him of himself when he was at university. Now he sees the differences and above all, the young man's attitude is getting on his nerves. He gave him his Line ID, a terrible mistake, the young man thinks he is allowed to send him messages at all hours of the day, for anything and everything. He opened the first messages, if ever it was important, but now he has simply muted the conversation. He hesitates to block him sometimes.

Type gets up with a sigh, when you have to go, you have to go. His colleague looks at him laughing, she has pointed out to him several times that many of his colleagues, especially women, would like to be in his shoes. Treating a cute patient seems to be their fantasy, says Type.

Fiat is waiting for him in the rehabilitation room. Type is happy that it is not a private room, but a large room where several sessions can be held at the same time. This means that he doesn't have to buy the equipment in 42 copies. Fiat as usual asks him why he doesn't answer his messages and this time instead of just telling him that they are not important messages, he adds that he doesn't even receive the notifications anymore and that he has never read them. Information that Fiat should know, since the application signals when the message is read or not. Fiat pouting, but does not get discouraged, much to Type's chagrin.

Fiat could have been his only inconvenience of the day, but no, his boss decided that today was a good day to come and annoy him. His boss's sycophant has just told him that his boss wants to see him in his office right away. On the one hand, this shortens his session with Fiat, which is no bad thing, and on the other, he doesn't want to see his boss's face.

Type comes out of his boss's office, apparently, he's hitting on a nurse he invited to dinner. When he explains this to his colleague, she suggests that he introduce his girlfriend to their boss. Introducing "his girlfriend" to his boss, Type feels like laughing. One, "his girlfriend" is "a boyfriend" and two, his boss is married and that doesn't stop him from sleeping with the nurse who accuses Type of flirting. No, this is not a good idea.

When Type goes home, Tharn is not yet there. He warned Type that he had an important meeting until late. Type hadn't really understood what it was all about, but Tharn seemed more than happy, as if he had achieved something that would change his or their life(s).

Type collapses in the sofa, exhausted, wondering if he's going to make it at least a year in the job, as he had promised himself. This time his boss did more than imply that he was flirting with his mistress, he told her that he had made an offer to finish the night together. As if he, Type Thiwat Phawattakun, could sleep with someone other than Tharn. At this point, he is not homosexual or bisexual, he is simply Tharn-sexual.

Should he do as his colleague suggested? Introduce Tharn to his boss? No, in addition to the reasons he has already given, he does not really want to discover his boss's homophobia. He has already heard him make one or two remarks about patients who come with their same-sex partner. He sighs again, what would he like to do to him sometimes, it would be satisfying for his nerves, but destructive for his career.

Kisses in Type's neck take him out of his thoughts, Tharn is back and tries to get his attention. He kisses his boyfriend on the lips, before plunging his head into his neck, he is so tired that he could fall asleep there. How can anyone imagine that he wants to cheat on this man?

Tharn must feel that Type is not well. He doesn't say anything, he simply takes Type in his arms to show him that he is there. When he feels Type fall asleep on his shoulder, he lays him down on the sofa and carries him in married style. He delicately puts his man on the bed, before going to get some clothes for the night and changing with Type.

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