Hold My Hand

UniFest Day 1 Part 2

arthit receives a message from an unknown number that afternoon just as he submitted his completed papers to the HR department. he’s on his way back to the production department when he opens it and immediately bumps into a wall. he looks up with wide eyes, his throat dry.

    “are you okay?” says one of the employee who saw him.

    “hmmm ha,” arthit swallows, “yeah, yeah, I’m fine, P’.”

    “if you’re sure,” there was a concerned look on her face and arthit nods.

    she moves along and arthit looks back to the image sent to him. it was his boyfriend, kongpob, wearing tight black deep cut vest and short shorts drinking water. it’s obvious that kongpob is sweating, what from his glistening chest and arms. whoever had sent this to him should be guaranteed an entry to nirvana.

    arthit’s heart starts pounding. just as he reached their department he receives a text from his boyfriend. “my shift just got done, p’arthit. are you going home early?” it reads.

    his hands are shaking when he sees it’s kongpob so his texts are just a jumble of letters, “asdfasfjgha!fsA.”

    “shit,”

    “everything alright, n’arthit?” yong asks him.

    “i’m hor – yes, p’yong,” arthit fakes a smile. “everything’s alright.”

    “you don’t look that alright n’arthit,” cherry strides to where he is and puts the back of his hand on arthit’s forehead. “you’re sweating,” cherry purses his lips and looks at him, “and you’re pale.”

    yong gets up from his seat and walks towards them, concern in his eyes. “you look sick, n’arthit. i think you should take the rest of the day off.”

    “i’m okay, really,” arthit placates them. it’s just a rush of emotion, really. seeing kongpob wearing just little clothing makes him feel things. arthit intends to study that picture when he gets the time.

    he knows his boyfriend is not skinny. kongpob sits on the lean side with firm arms and legs from jogging every morning. arthit knows that kongpob has the beginning of defined abs because his hands had roamed there before during one heated moment.

    it’s just, seeing kongpob with that costume awakens a fetish arthit didn’t know existed.

    and he forces himself not to think about anything in front of his seniors because it’ll be awkward as hell if he gets a boner on the spot.

    “dead puppies, bright’s fart, toota only wearing underwear.” he chants

    “he’s mumbling, p’yong,” cherry furrows his brow, “i think he’s hallucinating.”

    “i’m fine, p’cherry,” he says.

    “go home, n’arthit,” yong orders. “take a rest. and take tomorrow off, too.”

    “can I take tomorrow off, too, p’yong?” cherry jumps. “it’s valentine’s day.”

    “get sick then i’ll think about it.”

    arthit complies and goes to gather his things. he’s not really sick – just horny.

    the thing is, before kongpob, he likes girls – still does, but with kongpob it’s different. when they started dating arthit didn’t think he’d be sexually attracted to his junior – it’s mostly emotional at the start. but as arthit got used to the kisses, the hugs, the cuddling, the touching, he thinks he’s attracted to his boyfriend sexually.