"i..i...I liked sitting on top of you."
Oops! That came out without thinking over what the consequences will be. Maybe he'll know what regret Forth was talking about. Beam didn't like regret...
He stopped in his tracks and blinked, trying to make sense of what he'd just heard.
Forth turned to face him.
"You... what?"
Beam was still sitting on the grassy ground, cross-legged and looking at his shoelaces sheepishly.
The entire playfield was quiet, the only sounds being the awkward fidgeting of the boy.
"It didn't mean... anything. Sorry, that was a really stupid thing to say," Beam answered, his turn to go red now.
Forth walked over and stood towering above him. Funny how despite the months they'd spent living together, all the things that Beam blurted out at odd times continued to surprise him.
He should have gotten used to him by now.
Forth hid the smile with a hand and looked at the goalpost in the distance. And bent down to ruffle that messy black head of his.
"What the hell-" Beam grumbled, not quite happy that he'd messed up his hair-do.
"Get up," Forth said calmly.
"We're not playing... are we?"
"Of course, we are. One on one."
Forth smirked.
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"I thought after that lesson I taught you, you wouldn't show off!"
Beam grumbled after a 40-15 loss, crossly stalking into the apartment leaving Forth to close the door.
"Huh? Teach me? Lesson?" Forth gave off a fake witch laugh that made Beam wonder whether it really was fake.
"Of course. You were totally helpless back there!"
"Okay kid, I was the one who kept on tripping over balls and allowed the other party to score."
"NO! The point of this whole thing was for you to teach me! And all you've done is show off and completely trampled all over me."
"Yes I did..." Forth sighed dreamily
"P'Forth! Are you not listening! You were supposed to teach!!!! AGH!"
With that Beam stalked off into the bathroom to get changed or maybe a shower.
That's when he heard a soft knock on the door.
The door was yanked open and Forth found himself face-to-face with Beam... who was in the middle of taking off his sweat drenched t-shirt.
"What?" Beam asked, upper limbs entangled in his t-shirt in an awkward, abstract pose.
Forth crossed his arms and nodded towards the door. "I get first dibs on the shower," he stated and tossed Beam's towel out, replacing it with his own pink, fluffy one on the hangar.
Beam gaped.
"And why the HELL is that?"
Forth smiled cheekily.
"Losers are never in a position to negotiate," Forth said cockily.
"The hell!"
"Eloquent as always," Forth observed and started filling the bathtub.
He quickly flicked the shirt aside and grabbed hold of Forth.
"I was here first!"
"What you insolent brat! Show respect!"
Beam yanked him away from the tub in response and almost made it across the basin when suddenly the hand he had gripped around Forth sleeve was pushed against the tiled wall.
"ENOUGH! I'm senior to you so don't think you can continuously pin me down and yank me around just because I'm nice! I HOPE THIS SHOWS YOU WHO'S REALLY IN CONTROL!"
Forth glared at him and pushed him just a bit further up the wall. Beam was maybe just a little scared but he glared right back.
"FINE!"
The sweet smell of success.
Or maybe, that was just his lavender shampoo.
The heater was on.
Forth reclined against the edge of the bathtub, straightening his legs to see how far they could go. He curled his toes and let out a deep sigh of contentment.
That had been easy.
Too easy.
Normally, he wouldn't have expected Beam to give up so soon.
He'd never wanted to play the 'age' card but hey, he was a chef and he had to get his hands dirty when the time came. He'd watched Beam saunter off, mumbling curses under his breath... and Forth had to force himself to look away from the smooth skin on his back. The way those shoulders flexed and the curve of the region where they met his neck. Having spent a large part of his life as a country boy, Beam had sinfully soft skin.
Forth had felt it when he'd drawn him against the wall.
He closed his eyes and hissed.
There it was again.
Those stupid thoughts.
He forced his mind to think about something else. Food, Chocomallow, Pasta,Sushi who've been suspiciously quiet over the last few days, Beam...
Okay. This wasn't working.
He stepped out of the bathtub and reached for the shower nozzle. Running a hand through his soaked hair, Forth wondered whether he'd been too harsh... He turned on the shower, expecting a rain of warm water.
But almost yelled when the ice cold water hit him on the face.
Outside, he could hear snickers.
"Damn you, Beam! This wasn't FUNNY!"
When Forth had come out thoroughly pissed, they didn't say anything to each other. He was much more comfortable with the other male than...in fact last time he's been so close to anyone his pet Momo. She was a good cat.
However, Forth was far from his cutie cat and yet he was comfortable with him. But Forth WAS a human being, not a cat so Beam was constantly afraid of crossing the line.
He tried to break the silence between them. Although it was wholly unnecessary since the television was blaring a fast paced pop song as they shared the couch.
"You know, you should REALLY JUST teach. Then I would not have done those things."
"Beam.Just drop it, why ARE you so clingy? Just ignore the problem and it'll go away!"
Beam fell silent. Clingy? He was clingy? Well...maybe. But he just liked it when he talked or interacted in someway with the other guy, could that be called clingy?
Suddenly the front door clicked open and in walked Phana with Wayo clinging to his back.
Clinging...Clingy?
Oh God.
ARIE78: Finaly can update. Sorry for the delay guys. Happy reading but don't be mad at me na 😉

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Hayran KurguSuccessful and lonely Forth Jaturapom head chef of Chocomallow suddenly finds his life unwillingly invaded. Feeling his world upside down just because of one country boy. My 6th SERIES ...