More Than Words Book III: More Than Love

Chapter 27 ii

Cheers to two fucking years to my own fic, eh? 

They keep bickering - about pros and cons of kissing at home for ten whole minutes before Kongphob throws hands and goes, "If I can't kiss you in my own damn house, do you want me to kiss you on the street?" He arches an eyebrow. "Between the two of us, I wouldn't be the one objecting to that." Arthit swats him on the chest.

"Hurr, that's not what I meant and you know that."

Kongphob snorts. "Sure."

"Besides, who said anything about not kissing in public?" Arthit raises an eyebrow mocking Kongphob who rolls his eyes and steps back.

"Please. You and public kissing?" Kongphob probably doesn't mean to be derisive however, he awfully does sound condescending. "Do you even hold hands in public?" His voice lowers the further he moves away from him.

Arthit frowns. "Even a year is enough for people to change and we have had twelve years between us." Kongphob flinches.

"Sorry."

"You better be. Not everyone is comfortable with public display."

"It is not about public display. It is about wanting to be with the other person!"

"Me being here now, cooking for you, isn't it me wanting to be with you?!"

Kongphob blinks. He opens his mouth and closes it. "I-" His phone rings. He takes it out of the pockets, mouths at Arthit 'cousins' and steps out of the kitchen to receive the call. As Arthit restarts the lunch plan he hears Kongphob talking to his various cousins, replying to their wishes. Arthit smiles. It is a Sunday after all and Kongphob's friends should have time for a birthday party. Should Arthit call them? He only has nong Wad's number. He could ask the latter to invite the rest. He needs to check with Kongphob. Arthit prefers to spend alone time with the younger man but on some days they need other people too in their lives. That is a healthy way of living, isn't it?

In another hour, he manages to finish preparing all the dishes with nong Pete's help who isn't all that good in the kitchen but nonetheless, tries. When he mentions this to Kongphob, the younger man says, "Unlike n'Pete, I am distracted by other things."

"Yeah? What things? Your work?"

"Nope. Your ass." Kongphob throws a wink in his direction and tries to jump out of the way of the flying spoon launched towards him. He keeps snickering and Arthit harrumphs. Pete watches them like a bystander with a bowl of leftover fried chicken pieces from the previous night in his hand. "This is your fault. Your fault." Kongphob marches towards Arthit, grabs him by the t-shirt and kisses him soundly on the mouth.  Arthit makes a noise before he starts kissing back enthusiastically. To his dismay, Kongphob pulls back. "Got kids," he says grinning and jabs a thumb in the direction Pete is standing. Arthit and Pete share twin red faces. The moment is broken as Pete fake coughs and dashes from there.

"You are unbelievable."

"Nope." He steers Arthit towards the table. "Now let's quickly finish the food. We have business to get back to you."

"You-"

"In our bedroom, okay? So no more excuses you can come up with."

"Fine," Arthit says, grumbling but he is also waiting to finish his lunch. Kongphob is about to sit down when he says, "wait. No. Get up." He holds Kongphob by the hand and pulls him. "We are going to do it now."