Tulips The Series - Thai BL Drama ✔️

Chapter 28

TULIPS

Tan found a seat among the girl fans and a few boys who were obviously fanboying over Mark.

Mark was dolled up and he looked really handsome in the dance outfit.

Tan couldn't help but stare at the tall, handsome man who smiled at the slightest chance. He had already waved at Tan but he was a bit shy to wave back.

Mark was the center boy, the cheer leading king. He was to perform the opening or intro, while the girls finished the rest of the dance.

Mark posed his body in preparation and soon the music came up. It wasn't too loud as not to distract the others in the field.

Mark soon got into his dancing spirit. He twirled and turned and jumped, and did many moves with his hands.

His fans cheered on and clapped for him. In about two minutes, he ended his performance with a curtsied bow.

"Wow," Tan exclaimed. Mark was as graceful like a gazelle. When did he have time to practice so much within a short time?

He watched as Mark came to meet him on his seat.
"How was it?" He asked panting. Sweat trickled down his small forehead and smooth cheeks.

Tan nodded but he couldn't make up a word for what he was looking at front of him.

Mark held Tan's hand. "Follow me to the bathroom, let me take a shower and change."

Tan nodded as he was pulled up by the other. They both strode to the students locker room close to the school field.

Mark left the bathroom door half open. The splash of water on the bathroom floor echoed in the empty room.

As much as Tan tried to avoid it, he found himself catching some glimpse of Mark's body as water poured over his bare back down to his legs.

He paced from one corner to the other trying to keep his mind off some certain feelings happening inside him. He felt like there was a hole in the pit of his stomach that Mark is supposed to fill up.

"Er... Mark."

"Yes, Tan."

Mark said his name so romantically Tan felt goosebumps in his arms. He rubbed his palms together.

"How come you dance so well."

"Oh, that's because I started dancing in high school."

"Okay," Tan nodded. He thought again. Mark was close to Ice. Were they just friends or is something more going on with them? He wanted to know.

"What about your friend, A'Ice, I'm sure he didn't take that punch for a joke."

Mark chuckled in the shower. Tan was funny.

"Ice is fine. He's just been crazy. Don't worry about him."

Tan breathed in relief. Maybe Mark was a free guy after all.

Mark opened the door and Tan paused gazing on Mark's sexy muscles which was in great shape from all the dance practice that he had been doing.

Mark cleaned his face and his wet hair with the small towel in his hands. He suddenly grinned and Tan almost lost his balance.

Mark was only wearing a small pantie that barely covered his privates. He wasn't shy about it either.

"Can you get my shirt over there?" He pointed at a corner. His feet was still wet and he didn't want to soil the floor.

He took a step and leaned on the locker opposite the bathroom. He continued drying his wet hair with a small towel.

Tan brought the shirt. He stared at Mark. It suddenly felt like it was both of them in this timeline of lust.

Mark had this, do you like what you see look on his face. He hung the towel on his shoulders and stretched out his right hand to collect the shirt.

Instead Tan held Mark's hand with his left hand and intertwined his fingers with the naked man's. Tan felt sexual tingles over his body as he leaned towards the young prince.

They were almost the same height, Tan's dark hair grazed the princely face. He held his arm against the locker and squeezed it tightly.

Tan knew it was now or never. He pushed his head forward and pressed a light kiss on Mark's lips. Mark blinked several times watching the cute and funny guy kiss him again as if he wasn't sure of the first time.

"Tan..."

Tan loosened his grip. He was sorry for hurting his fingers. He tried to avoid his eyes. He shoved the shirt on the other's hand and ran out of the locker room.

He reached the field and touched his lips that was still feeling ticklish after the kiss.

* * *

Tip saw Skit standing in front of the coffee shop. Skit smiled when he saw Tip running over.

"A'Skit, what are you doing outside, the sun is too much. Come inside."

Tip held the bulkier man's hand and was about to take him to the shop.

Tip noticed stress lines on the slim man's face. His skin was almost red because of the sun rays.

"Wait, wait," Skit said stopping Tip. "Actually I came to take you out for a meal."

"Aaiii... Where do you get such money to take someone for a meal. Or have you contacted your people?"

"No, Tip. No. I finished busking early today. I just wanted to..."

"Ahh! You suppose to spend the money you made on some girls, not me."

Skit laughed. His thick dark eyebrows hid part of his small eyes when he laughes. He missed Tip. Tip leaves for school early in the morning, leaving his kid brother to give him breakfast.

He was always at the field shouting at the junior footballers.

Today he decided to come see him and spend sometime with him. Skit was not the talking type but he wondered how Tip never ran out of words.

"I want us to eat, together."

"Aii, it's really hot," Tip fanned himself with his hand. "Fine. Where is your car?"

"Over there."

The two men strode to the car park. Skit rubbed his hard palms together. Skit does a lot of workouts which left his body muscular and ripped.

But he was the shy type and hardly talked much. He only expresses himself more through music and songwriting.

Skit was thankful for meeting Tip. He found out a lot about him through his kid brother, Wip. His birthday, his favorite meal, favorite movies and sport. Most importantly he found out Tip had never dated anyone before.

They arrived at a small eatery in town and ordered their meals.

"Wait a minute," Tip stopped after staring at the delicious meal. He kept his spoon and chopsticks in the plate and searched his pockets.

Skit had puzzled look on his face. He watched Tip bring out his phone from his pocket.

"Did you forget something?" Skit asked still confused.

"No one have taken me out for a meal like this," Tip said amiably.

"What?" The other man couldn't help but laugh at the joke. "But you buy meals for your friends."

"I buy meals for my juniors. They all think I pluck money from a tree. Now I'm so broke," Tip activated the camera on his phone. "I need to take a photo of this moment, Skit."

"Okay. Go ahead." Skit said amidst his chuckles.

Tip took a snapshot of his meal another of himself holding the plate. He looked cute in his soccer wear, a cute smile, his short brown hair, sleepy eyes and a peace sign to match.

"Thanks Skit," Tip sighed in relief. "I guess we will go home early today before my parents comes home."

"Okay, Tip," Skit dabbed his lips with the white serviette. He then focused his gaze on Tip as he ate his food slowly.

If only Tip could read his mind.

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