Threads Of Desire

Collision Course

The sunlight filtering through Gemini's window seemed intrusive, a stark reminder of reality creeping in after a night that had been anything but ordinary. He sat at the edge of his bed, shirt in hand, watching Fourth stretch languidly under the covers like he belonged there.

"Didn't peg you for a morning cuddler,"

Fourth said, his voice husky and teasing, breaking the silence.

Gemini snorted, shaking his head.

"I wasn't cuddling. You were clinging like a koala,"

he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head.

Fourth propped himself up on his elbows, a cocky smirk plastered across his face.

"Admit it, P'Gem—you didn't hate it."

Gemini's jaw tightened. He avoided Fourth's gaze, standing abruptly and beginning to gather the clothes scattered around the room.

"We need to talk about boundaries,"

Gemini said, his voice curt.

"Ah, boundaries,"

Fourth echoed, dragging out the word as he climbed out of bed, unabashedly unbothered by his state of undress.

"Let me guess. Rule one: no kissing. Rule two: no staying over. Rule three—"

"Rule three,"

Gemini cut him off, his eyes narrowing,

"is that you don't turn my life into your playground."

Fourth chuckled, closing the distance between them.

"And yet, here I am,"

he said softly, his gaze locking onto Gemini's.

"In your room. In your bed."

Gemini clenched his fists, willing himself to remain calm.

"This isn't a joke, Fourth,"

he said through gritted teeth.

Fourth's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression.

"And did I say it was?"

he asked quietly.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them crackled with tension—half argument, half electricity.

"Last night doesn't change anything,"

Gemini said finally, his voice firm but his resolve wavering.

Fourth raised an eyebrow, stepping even closer until Gemini had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"It changes everything,"

he said simply.

Gemini opened his mouth to respond, but a loud knock at the door interrupted him. Both of them froze.

"Who's that?"

Fourth whispered, a hint of amusement creeping back into his tone.

"How should I know?"

Gemini hissed, shoving Fourth toward the bathroom.

"Go in there and stay quiet!"

"Bossy,"

Fourth muttered under his breath as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Gemini straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair before opening the door.

Standing in the hallway was none other than Winny, looking annoyingly chipper for such an early hour.

"Morning, Norawit!"

he greeted, breezing past Gemini into the apartment without waiting for an invitation.

"What are you doing here?"

Gemini asked, barely managing to keep the irritation out of his voice as he closed the door.

"I came to talk about the new campaign we're working on,"

Winny said, dropping onto the couch like he owned the place.

"But more importantly, why do you look like you haven't slept?"

Gemini stiffened.

"I've been busy,"

he said shortly.

Winny narrowed his eyes, his gaze scanning the room.

"Busy, huh?"

he said, his tone dripping with suspicion.

"You're not hiding something, are you?"

"Of course not,"

Gemini replied quickly, a little too quickly.

At that exact moment, the bathroom door creaked open, and Fourth stepped out, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Morning,"

he drawled, casually ruffling his hair as if he hadn't just blown Gemini's cover.

Winny's jaw dropped.

"Is that... Fourth?"

he asked, turning to Gemini with wide eyes.

Gemini groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This isn't what it looks like,"

he began, but Winny cut him off.

"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like,"

Winny said, a grin spreading across his face.

"Nice to see you too, Winny,"

Fourth said, flopping onto the couch beside him.

Winny blinked, his gaze bouncing between the two of them.

"This is insane,"

he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

"I mean, I knew something was going on, but I didn't think you'd actually—"

"Enough,"

Gemini snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"Can we focus on the campaign, please?"

Winny held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Fine, fine,"

he said, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested he wasn't letting this go anytime soon.

By the time Winny left, Gemini was ready to collapse. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as Fourth helped himself to a glass of water.

"You're fucking unbelievable Nattawat,"

Gemini muttered.

Fourth smirked over the rim of the glass.

"Thanks,"

he said, setting it down.

"So, what's next?"

Gemini sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Next, we figure out how to make this work without blowing up my entire life,"

he said.

Fourth's expression softened.

"We'll figure it out,"

he said quietly.

"Together."

Gemini met his gaze, and for the first time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Fourth was right.

But as he watched Fourth grin and make himself at home in his kitchen, Gemini couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of the chaos.