Love sick no more

9. The last night, part 1

Ohm saw Mick for breakfast at the campus canteen the morning following the ice cream incident, and for lunch a few hours later, but the first real test of Ohm's resolution to wait until Mick was older came that evening.

Mick didn't seem satisfied with the quick peck on the lips that Ohm dared to give him as welcome, but Ohm made him sit down on the small couch in his bedroom, and take out the horn. Ohm sat in the arm chair beside the sofa, looking at the boy with heavy lidded eyes.

Mick's cute face had gotten Ohm to notice him, but it had been Mick's determination to master the horn that had made Ohm fall for the younger boy. Ohm couldn't keep his eyes off the boy, who gave him shy glances back, causing a great deal of teasing from his friends, especially from Noh and Film. A sudden heat burst in Ohm's chest when the thought of the latter. Film had had a crush on Mick, as well, but here Mick was, in Ohm's bedroom, not Film's. His boyfriend, not Film's, or anyone else's.

His bedroom... and his parents out on a business dinner with his dad's partners. Ohm's breath quickened when he thought about the empty house, and he snapped his mind back to the here and now.

Mick lowered the horn. "Is it alright? You haven't said anything since I got here."

The hesitation and hurt in Mick's eyes made Ohm move to sit next to him, against his better judgement. He ruffled Mick's hair. "It's fine, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about... something else."

"When I'm here?" Mick's lower lip stuck out and trembled.

"Don't, Mick, please.." Ohm couldn't stop himself, but did what he had wanted to do since Mick got there, turned Mick's face to him and kissed him. Mick breathed into his mouth, his hands letting go of the horn, which fell to his lap, and his hands reached out to the older boy.

With a groan, Ohm pulled himself away from the boy, got up, and took a few steps toward the door. "I'm sorry, but I still have homework, I'll call you a taxi."

"P'Ohm...? Did I do something wrong?" Mick leapt form the sofa, the horn falling to the ground, and ran to Ohm. Mick's hands grabbed Ohm's shirt frantically and pulled him around. "What did I do?"

Ohm rubbed his face. "You didn't do anything wrong, I just .. I can't control myself around you."

"We're boyfriends, and you know I want you to do what you want to do," Mick said, getting muddled.

"Yes, but..." Ohm groaned and his hand moved to rub his buzz cut. "Come here," he said, and pulled the boy to sit next to him on the bed, tucked in the corner of the room, next to the door. Even though there was a dedicated music room downstairs, most of the instruments had somehow migrated to Ohm's bedroom, taking up more and more space in the cramped room. The bed seemed an afterthought in the corner.

Mick sat next to Ohm, his eyes wet.

"Mick, you're only fifteen. That's too young for ... for anything more than kissing. And if we kiss a lot, I'm not sure I can stop there."

"The age of consent is 15 in Thailand," Mick said, blushing a deep, hot red, revealing that he had checked it out.

Ohm covered his face with his hands, groaning. "I know it is, but you're still too young. And Mick, we're both boys." Ohm took the hands off his face so he could try and make Mick understand, his eyes pleading. "If we went further... Ooiiiii...! Mick, the first time can be painful and I can't do that to you," Ohm said very fast, mortified to the root of his existence at having to reveal he thought about doing such things with Mick.

Mick's face turned even a deeper red, which shouldn't have been possible. "I trust you."

"No, Mick. I can't. Please understand. You're my first kiss. You'll be my first everything."