Hold My Hand

UniFest Day 3

arthit is dreaming about swimming in pink milk when he starts getting back his consciousness. he burrows his head under the pillow, takes a deep breath and halts. he snaps his head up. the smell of his pillow is different, arthit looks at his blanket and doesn’t recognize it.

    it took time before his fogged mind supplies him that he spent the night at kongpob’s room. arthit buries his head back on his boyfriend’s pillow and takes a sniff. he’s not ashamed of admitting he likes kongpob’s smell.

    speaking of his boyfriend, arthit looks around and calls for his name but there’s no answer. there’s no texts either so arthit grudgingly gets out of bed to find a note with his breakfast at the table.

    “i have the morning shift, p’arthit. please help yourself with the breakfast.” it reads.

    arthit smiles to himself; his boyfriend really pampers him. he remembers what happened last night and he blushes hard. arthit stares at the ring in his finger and a rush of comfort and affection washes over him.

    he’s about to take a seat to eat his breakfast when he halts for the second time. his boyfriend has the morning shift; kongpob has the morning shift wearing that wretched uniform in front of other people who’s not him.

    he cusses at himself and rushes to eat before heading straight to his dorm to take a very quick shower before heading to the campus. just thinking about other people ogling at his boyfriend is making him frustrated and territorial; he ought to mark kongpob one of these days.

    when arthit reaches campus he notices the volume of people; it’s so the school grounds is hosting a lot more people which makes the stalls even busier than they have been. he heads straight to the gear café and finds it packed. arthit notices aim who waves at him awkwardly. he’s about to ask where kongpob is when he feels a tap on his shoulder. arthit turns and his mouth immediately dries; kongpob is wearing his usual uniform and arthit tries very hard not to look down on his boyfriend’s chest. he’s never been this close to kongpob with that costume on, it’s making it hard for him to think.

    “p’arthit?”

    “huh?” arthit blinks. kongpob is wearing glasses again which adds to his charisma.

    “we’re fully packed right now,” his boyfriend says. kongpob has a tray of empty glasses on his hands. “is it okay if you wait for me at the tent? my shift is almost over, p’arthit.”

    “oh, uhm,” arthit’s mind basically left him, he didn’t register whatever his boyfriend had said because he kept on focusing not to look at his boyfriend’s glistening chest.

    “p’arthit?”

    “yeah,” he nods, “i’ll have the usual.”

    he hears kongpob chuckle. “p’arthit,” his boyfriend says slowly, “please wait for me by the tent. i’ll bring you your food there.”

    “oh,” arthit clears his throat, “yeah, sure. okay.”

    he’s about to go do what kongpob says when his boyfriend leans in close and says, “if wearing this would make you flustered like this I would have worn this a long time ago, p’arthit.”

    “wha – i – go -,” it’s embarrassing how easily kongpob can reduce him into a stuttering blushing mess with just words. arthit bumps his shoulders with his boyfriend playfully before exiting through the back.

    arthit finds the guy’s tent and gets inside. there are a couple of freshmen inside who stops what they’re doing to stare at him. they all greet him before excusing themselves one by one. he’s the head hazer after all, some of the freshmen are still afraid of him.

    kongpob enters the tent a couple of minutes after with their lunch. arthit wasn’t aware that it’s 12noon already. his boyfriend puts their food at the table and kongpob sits beside him. arthit gulps; when kongpob sits his vest opens up which reveals his chest which gives arthit a nice view of his boyfriend’s nipples.

    “tough morning?” he asks.

    “yes, p’.” kongpob smiles, “but my tiredness washed away when I saw you.”

    “so cheesy!” arthit rolls his eyes but smiles.

    “i didn’t bother waking you up since you like to sleep in, p’arthit.”

    “good decision making, kong.” he smiles and they both laugh.

    kongpob had asked arthit to sleep at this dorm last night. his boyfriend made it clear that all that they’ll be doing was sleeping – no funny business, but that did not made arthit’s heart stop beating rapidly. last night wasn’t the first time he slept together with kongpob but last night was the first time he slept together with kongpob as his boyfriend.

    having kongpob beside him awakened this storm of feelings brewing inside him for a long time. arthit had been excited to nervous in a matter of seconds; he did not know what to do with his  hands or if he should just stay still. his boyfriend noticed his dilemma and calmed him with soft kisses and whispers of  reassurance. arthit found himself nestled in between kongpob’s arms that night which he secretly loved.

    arthit sips at his pink milk and starts to dig in when kongpob decides that it’s the perfect time to change in front of him. when his boyfriend strips his vest off, arthit chokes.

    “are you okay, p’arthit?” kongpob gives him a knowing look.

    that little shit.

    arthit pumps at his chest, his eyes are starting to water, and kongpob hands him a bottle of water. he drinks it slowly and kongpob towels himself; arthit chokes on his water as well.

    “are you – are – kongpob!”

    “what?” kongpob has this smirk on his lips that means he’s doing everything on purpose.

    “just – hurry up and eat with me.”

    “yes, p’arthit.” his boyfriend then puts on a shirt – thankfully, and takes off his pants next. arthit looks away, his cheeks feels hot and he’s starting to sweat. seeing a shirtless kongpob in front of him is bad for his heart.

    they’re not in that part of their relationship yet. and kongpob is arthit’s first boyfriend – relationship, so you’ll understand if seeing kongpob without a shirt makes him completely flustered.

    he knows they’ll cross that bridge when they get there.

    when kongpob finishes putting on his pants he joins arthit and they eat their lunch in silence. they have this contented smile on their faces; they’re aware of the ring on their fingers and the promises they made last night.

    sometimes, arthit thinks that it’ll be awkward getting into a relationship with kongpob. he’s shy and introverted to begin with so arthit knows he’ll be shy and introverted if he gets into a relationship. but with kongpob it’s different; arthit can act like he usually does with his friends and when he gets comfortable or finds the courage too, he’ll hold his boyfriend’s hand, or stand close to him, or kiss him on the cheeks. he’s comfortable enough with kongpob that arthit doesn’t have to worry most of the time what other people are thinking.

    just like now, before, arthit thinks it’ll be awkward eating with kongpob in silence but it really isn’t. they’re both at that point where one is happy and contented when the other is with them.

    and arthit wishes for this to last, if not forever, then for a very long time. because right now he can’t see himself going on every day without kongpob. and that scares him. but what is love without it’s hurdles, right?

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AN
Hello! Thank you for reading.

This one is short, I'm sorry.
I'm quite distracted and this is the only thing I can write for now.

I'll probably break some hearts in the future chapters because I still have to follow my plot. Hehe