We're Step Brothers: A SOTUS Fan Fiction

Pink Milk: The Origin

Kongpob stared across the dinner table at Arthit. His P' was avoiding his gaze and it made Kongpob want to laugh. 

Kongpob picked up the bowl of rice and scooped some out on to Arthit's plate. "Here you go, P'Arthit. Growing boys need their food." 

Kongpob chuckled as he saw a flush of red spread from Arthit's cheeks to his ears and down his neck. Kongpob sobered and his mouth watered as he wondered how far down that flush went. 

Arthit flushed involuntarily at Kongpob's "growing" comment. He obviously was talking about a body part not his body. He coughed to play off his embarrassment and looked toward his step father. When he looked up, he saw that his step father was looking between Kongpob and Arthit with a puzzled expression. 

Arthit turned his head to look at his mom at the other head of the table and she had the same expression on her face.

"What?" Arthit asked.

"Hmm? Nothing, Aioon. How is Namtan? Did you finally ask her out?" Priya asked with an indulgent smile. 

Arthit cringed as he saw Kongpob choke from his periphery. "Mom! I told you not to call me that anymore!"

"But it's so cute!" Prija turned to Kongpob with twinkling eyes. "It was his nickname in high school and I just love it."

"Yeah, it fits him quite well." Kongpob laughed and nodded as his mocking gaze sought Arthit's. 

Prija turned to Arthit. "So, how is Namtan?"

Kongpob sobered at the mention of Arthit's crush. He stopped eating and laser-focused on Arthit as he waited for his response. 

Arthit rubbed his neck uncomfortably. "Mom, I told you she's dating my friend Jay already. They've been together since high school. We're just friends."

"That's cause you're too slow. I don't know who taught you to be so shy and reserved. Your father was smooth and so am I. Right, honey?" Prija asked Prasakorn with expectant expression.

Prassakorn chuckled. "What are you talking about? I pursued YOU. 

"I let you catch me quickly, no?" Prija shot back.

"That's true," Prassakorn said as he slapped the table and chuckled. "I'm so happy you let me catch you."

Prija smiled back warmly and the sight of it reminded Kongpob of Arthit's own dimpled smile and he felt content. His father had chosen the right woman again after all. Kongpob still felt pity for his deceased mom, but he felt she would be happy his father found love again. He was also happy Arthit was single. He had a chance after all!

Arthit smiled in spite of himself. He was happy his mother was happy after spending all these years alone. 

The family continued eating and then the parents went to the living room to watch TV. At the threshold, Prija turned around. "Hey, do you guys want to watch a movie with us?"

"Sorry, mom. I have to study," Arthit said quickly. 

"P'Prija, I'm going to buy some drinks at the convenience store. I have to study and I need caffeine," Kongpob said with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Okay, be careful," Prija said over her shoulder as she went into the living room.

Arthit saw Kongpob looking at him and turned around quickly to go up the stairs.

"I'll get you a drink, too, P'," Kongpob called after him with a laugh. Arthit ignored him and ran up the stairs. 

Kongpob left the house and walked over to the store. He went for his usual iced coffee with milk. Next to it he saw pink milk and he smiled. The color reminded him of his brother's flushed face. Kongpob grabbed the pink milk out of the fridge. He wanted to see that blush again.

Kongpob paid and swung the bag back and forth as he walked back to the house eager to see Arthit's face. He entered the house and walked up the stairs. He approached Arthit's door and knocked on it. 

Kongpob frowned after he knocked three times and Arthit didn't open the door. Kongpob tried the door knob and the door opened. He saw Arthit in front of his laptop with his headphones on. 

Kongpob closed the door and the sound must have registered because Arthit looked behind him to see him at the door. 

"Ai Kongpob!" Arthit yelled as he slapped down the lid of the laptop. Kongpob saw a hint of skin on the screen before the laptop was slammed shut. Kongpob smiled mischievously.

"Are you watching porn or something?" Kongpob teased. 

"No, I'm studying" Arthit said defensively. He raised his chin and stared Kongpob down.

Kongpob approached Arthit and laid his hand on top of Arthit's on the laptop.

"Studying anatomy?" Kongpob asked as he waggled his eyebrows. 

"No. It's none of your business," Arthit said. His pouty lip disappeared as he pressed his lips in a tight line. 

"Let me see if it's not porn," Kongpob teased. 

"Didn't you get me a drink?" Arthit asked as he looked down at the bag. 

Kongpob remembered the pink milk and smiled as he handed it over. 

"This is what you got me? Pink milk? The most pansy drink ever?" Arthit demanded. "Give me the iced coffee."

Kongpob held the coffee against his chest. "No way. This is mine. You can have the pink milk. Just try it." 

Arthit reluctantly opened the pink milk. Actually, he hated bitter iced coffee and even though he tried to harden his heart against Kongpob, a part of him wanted to make him happy.

Arthit took a cautious sip and gazed at Kongpob as his lips wrapped around the bottle and he sipped. Arthit's eyes widened as the flavors of the sugary pink milk exploded in his tongue. 

He moaned with pleasure and then he said "hmm, this isn't bad." He tried to play it off even as he saw Kongpob smile smugly. 

"P', I'm so happy you like it. I'll buy one for you every day," Kongpob said with a wide smile. 

Arthit snorted, "crazy!". Arthit frowned at Kongpob. "Why did you buy me pink milk anyway?"

Kongpob's eyes twinkled as he answered, "because it reminds me of the color of your skin when you blush. And now that I'm looking at them, they remind me of your lips, too." Kongpob stared at Arthit's lips and unconsciously licked his lips and salivated as he remembered their taste.

Arthit rolled his eyes, but then he stared back as he wrapped his lips around the bottle and drank the milk down. He licked his lips to get the bit around his mouth. 

Kongpob salivated and breathed hard as he saw Arthit drink the milk down. His imagination was running away from him. Before he knew it, he had gotten up and leaned down towards Arthit's face.

He placed his hands on the arms of Arthit's arm chair and leaned down until his lips were a hairbreadth from Arthit's face. 

"What are you doing?" Arthit said softly.

"P' Aioon, I can't help myself. Stop teasing me." Kongpob stared down at Arthit's dark chocolate eyes and then at his lips. 

"Don't call me that," Arthit answered absently. His eyes traveled down Kongpob's face and seemed to caress every inch of his skin without even touching him. 

Kongpob softly touched his lips to Arthit. He leaned back to see Arthit's reaction. Arthit's eyes mirrored his desire and Kongpob went to kiss him again. At the last second, Arthit turned his head rejecting him. As a result, Kongpob's kiss fell on his ear lobe. 

Kongpob felt Arthit suddenly grip his shoulder tight in reaction. His body shook against him and Kongpob nuzzled his ear lobe experimentally. When Arthit shook against him again, Kongpob smiled widely at his discovery. P'Aioon,got you!