Unrelated One Shots

Stormy Arthit

"Was it the challenge?"

"Eh, P'?" Kongpob looked up from his laptop, slowly focusing on Arthit's tensed back. "Was what the challenge?"

After a 12-hour day filled with both physical and mental activities, he found it harder to focus on his boyfriend instead of his essay topic. Still he quickly recognized the stiff set to Arthit's shoulders, the very straight neck indicating his very sexy jawline is taut, set in a stubborn line. He wondered when Arthit began feeling uptight. Maybe even angry? Kongpob played over his recent behavior towards the older man but failed to pinpoint any one thing he might've done to piss him off. Even after 6 months of dating, Arthit's temper caught Kongpob off-guard sometimes.

"My appeal. To you." Arthit kept his back to Kongpob.

Wishing he could see Arthit's face to maybe have an inkling of what the other man was actually thinking, Kongpob rubbed the back of his head. "Was the challenge what appealed to me about you?" God, he felt lost in this conversation and it had barely started.

Arthit growled. "That's what I asked."

Secretly enjoying the growl in Arthit's voice, Kongpob stood and moved across the room. Wrapping his arms around Arthit's back, he asked, "The challenge of what exactly?"

"Me. The challenge of seducing the fierce head hazer. The man you butted heads with from the first." He remained stiff in Kongpob's embrace, continued to stare out the window into the darkness.

Heaving a sigh, Kongpob rested his chin on the shorter man's shoulder. "It was us butting heads that seduced me, P'. Your fierceness as head hazer."

"So it was the challenge." Arthit's shoulders drooped.

"It was the first step."

"And now that I'm not a challenge?"

Kongpob burst out laughing. Arthit spun around and pushed against his chest. "What the hell are you laughing about?"

Dropping onto the bed, Kongpob tried to control his mirth because he could see the rage building in Arthit. He'd spent enough time studying his senior to know the signs. "Arthit. Seriously. You have yet to not be a challenge." He choked back another laugh and grabbed Arthit's hands. "Baby. You are just as fierce and challenging as you were from the first day of hazing."

The rage drained out of Arthit's expression. "What if I stop being a challenge?"

"I doubt that will ever happen. You are stubborn and fierce. It's part of who you are." Pulling Arthit to him, Kongpob buried his face against his abdomen. "If I ever stop finding you a challenge, though, I will still love you. My love doesn't hinge on those two traits."

Arthit sank his fingers into Kongpob's thick hair. "What does it hinge on?"

Hearing the smallness of the older man's voice, Kongpob nuzzled against the soft cotton covering hard muscles. His P', his man, always felt so amazing against any part of Kongpob's body. "It doesn't hinge on anything, baby. It just is. It's just you. Even when you drive me crazy or hurt my feelings, I love you."

Tugging on Kongpob's hair, Arthit forced the younger to tilt his head back and look into his face. "But why?"

"Why do I love you?" Kongpob felt a happy smile spread across his face. "Because you are Arthit. You are my senior, a fierce head hazer, kind, generous, addicted to pink milk and sleeping late. Because you are short-tempered and love spicy food. Because you cry behind the stands during wrist-tying ceremonies and press cold drinks against my cheek. Because-"

Arthit bent over and captured Kongpob's lips with his own. The kiss was hard and brief but electrified every nerve in Kongpob's body. He wondered if he'd ever get used to his P' making the first move. "You talk too much, nong."

"Yea? Then how bout some action instead?" With a laugh he pulled Arthit onto the bed and pinned him.

Face to face, bodies pressed together, they laughed breathlessly. Kong knew the storm of Arthit's insecurities had passed for the moment. He would weather all of them because Arthit's storms were still more beautiful than another's sunniest days.