Between the lines

Part 2

His alarm blares obnoxiously from the side table, Krist claws for the phone with one eye open and curses when it fell to the floor instead. It's clearly going to be a great day. He shuts his bleary eyes and take a deep breath.

He turns to his side and felt a pang in his chest, the other side of the bed is empty saves for a small wrinkle at the edge of the comforter and the indent made by his abandoned laptop. 

'It's a bad habit, you know to be playing with your laptop on bed since the dust from the bed can get into the fan and the machine will get overheated. Are you even listening to me, Krist?' 

He remembers watching the sunlight flitting across their bedroom blinds on one Sunday, Singto warm and pliant body half draping across his left side while half of his face hidden at the crook of Krist neck.

"Child. Listen to me" Singto will grumble halfheartedly, his forehead furrowed and Krist then decidedly puts away his laptop, pull Singto down by his neck and kisses him silly, mouthing at the seams of his lips "- only by a year."

Krist catches Singto bottom lips with his teeth before licking into his mouth "- and this child makes you happy. So fucking happy" shifts them until Krist is straddling him by the pull of Singto hips.

Singto will bobbed their nose together, rakes his fingers through krist short hair while his other hand rubbing soothingly across his back, his heel catching across Krist calf and its rather nice. To just lain across the bed, kissing and holding each other and simply basking in each other presence foregoing whatever plans they've had for the day. Those were the easy days, months in fact.

It was so easy back then, just two kids falling into each other; with the easy companionship and instant connection though the attraction came a little bit later afterwards. Krist can't exactly remembers when Singto becomes a constant factor in his life and how they somehow gotten their life together. It probably started out with dinner plans, trains stop to Singto place, his section in Singto closet, his toothbrush besides Singto's in that white cup by the sink, spending a third quarter of his week at Singto place before finally the older man had just given him the keys to his house and Krist officially moved in couple of months later.

Then, comes the argument and fuck, thinking about it still leave a drop in his stomach for the shitty things that he had said to Singto. It was so stupid fighting over something that just doesn't make sense anymore.

"What the fuck you want me to do then, Singto?" He burst out, fingers tighten around the steering wheel and eyes turn to slit at the quiet man who had stayed silent since they left the restaurant.

Earlier, they were having dinner at Singto's favorite japanese restaurant just about 8 minutes walk from his office. Krist looked up from his phone and smiles tiredly when he saw Singto walking towards him, wearing similar expression before Singto slide into the seat across of him, declaring. " I am famished."

Krist rolled his eyes at Singto, "You told me that you will come down in 5 minutes." while putting his phone away, raises his arms to call for the waiter. " - but i've been waiting for you for 45 minutes, now." he purses his lips, crosses his arms with a sigh.

"Sorry. I was on the phone with a client. They want the draft for review by today". Singto explained apologetically, his bloodshot eyes looking at Krist with a wry expression. "Did i make you wait too long?" Singto asked, guilt bubbling in his chest until he saw the younger man face lightens before Krist bursting into laughter, his head thrown back before looking at him with amusing glint in his eyes.

"You should've seen your face, Singto" Krist then said between laugh and earn a kick to his legs from Singto under the table that have him reaching out from across the table to grasp unto Singto arms.