My Chocomallows Cake by ARIE78 (on hold)

Chapter 24

Beam gathered in a heap in Forth's arms, leaning heavily against Forth as the latter's hand gently stroked him. Beam was caught so off guard when Forth caught hold off him that he'd moaned quite shamelessly. Even now his eyes fluttered close and his own hands slipped out from under Forth's to wrap it around his neck.

Forth was, Beam realized quite particularly good at doing whatever he was doing. His hands were a bit cold, which only stung against his incredible heat, only in a good way. Beam was thoroughly embarrassed when he gave out a low cry of 'For~~th' in between and caught Forth's collar between his teeth to just shut the fuck up.

He probably should have warned Forth, but he was a little bit busy trying to breathe when he came all over Forth's hands with a low strangled cry.

Forth stiffened more so then but allowed Beam to rest against him and gently settled him in the couch before leaving.

Beam caught him by his belt.

"You need any help?"

"What? NO!" Forth squealed out aghast.

"Sure?" Beam tried mustering a provocative smile given his current situation and notwithstanding the fact he had no idea what provocative looked like.

"I'm sure." Forth gritted through his teeth, eyes steely and mouth forming in a slight frown.

Beam felt a little intimidated then and pulled his hand off of Forth's belt and sat quietly on the couch as Forth stormed off into his bedroom

Somehow he felt they had made little progress.

His mentor had once said that cooking was not just a skill... but an art. An art that expressed the mystic secrets of the soul. Forth could see the truth in those words. Especially from the malformed Gelata on the countertop that was indeed reflecting his confused 'soul'. How wrong could you go with wafers and ice-cream?

Forth sighed as he watched the cream melt.

He dipped a spoonful into it and tasted the dessert, running his tongue over the texture of it. 'Lam' stood next to him, eyeing his creation with a tragic eye. The little man turned the same tragic eye to Jaturapom and patted his shoulder.

"Love?"

Forth sputtered out the cream in his mouth and gaped at him.

"No..." he trailed. "No!" he repeated more determinedly this time and left for the changing room.

There, he sat down on a lone bench and buried his face in his palms.

The tubelight flickered above him erratically... just like his feelings.

He'd avoided Beam the whole day but he didn't know how long he could manage it.

He'd been trying to forget what had transpired that morning. Part of him wanted to pass it off as just 'helping out a teenager with his puberty blues'. Another large part of him was overwhelmed with guilt. Guilt over what he'd done and his own mixed reactions to it.

All the insane little sounds Beam had made were still reminiscent in some dark corner of his mind.

Damn that kid for pulling him into this mess. When Mr Baramee had left him in his care, he sure as hell hadn't meant to molest his boy.

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"Phi Pha? What's wrong? You've had that wet washcloth over your head the whole day! Take it off!"

"No!" Phana pouted before turning to his side holding the wet washcloth up to his forehead.

"I said GIVE IT TO ME!" Wayo suddenly jumped on top of him and a tug of war with the washcloth began with Wayo winning in the end.

"Phi Pha tell me what's happened because I'm the one who is sick here because someone was super horny yesterday and that someone and yes Phi Pha I'm talking about you has no right to suddenly make me jealous of a washcloth! SO JUST FREAKING TELL ME!"

Phana looked up hesitantly, "The boy..."

"Yeah the last time I checked he was stuffing his face with Chocomallow cake."

"And Forth..."

"Yeah last time I checked he was still an assho--- wait the boy AND Forth...What kind of sentence is that?"

"They were..umm...togetherr"

"Together?" 

Phana nodded wiggling his eyebrows and widening his eyes to imply it, "Wait you mean...together together?"

Phana nodded slowly.

"WHAT?!"

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The restaurant closed at five. Forth couldn't fathom why he couldn't work overtime if he wanted to.

"No," Lam said, guarding the door with his hands spread out like an eagle. "Go home, Forth Jaturapom. We can't risk the head chef exhausting himself. It's a Sunday for god's sake. Go, enjoy yourself at home. Watch tv. If you want, I can lend you dvds-"

"I don't watch movies."

"Or my porno-"

"I'm going!" Forth muttered, swinging the backpack over his shoulder and forcing himself out of the premises of Chocomallow Cafe.
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Forth let himself merge with the tide of people crossing, watching the blue lights that glittered through the stretch of the road.

It was Sunday. The sort of day to cuddle in bed with some hot beverage, burrow under the covers and go to sleep. Yet, here he was... roaming the streets and trying to avoid the prospect of 'home'.

He drew out his phone and checked his messages. He'd got eleven missed calls at work. All from the Phayo duo. Strange enough, Beam hadn't called even once.

Forth wasn't sure whether that worried him more. In the past, even a minute's tardiness meant  giving Forth a missed call.

Even a minute.

He stopped midway in his walk, letting the folks behind bump into him. 'Don't stop in the middle,' a pair of old couple scolded and brushed past him.

Forth stared at his shoes.

What exactly was their relationship?

A purse came out of nowhere to clobber him. It bounced off his head and fell on the pavement.

"Ouch!!"Forth winced and with an eloquent 'Who the fuck-' whipped around to give the person a good piece of his mind.

Nien wiggled her fingers at him in cheery greeting.

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Beam was waiting again, once again kept in suspense, without a call or a warning or information on Forth's whereabouts or his radial distance from Nien. Forth could be murdered for crying out loud or even worse spending the night with Nien. Really he didn't need to worry another night about it. He resorted to picking at his toe nails in the dark.

The door clicked open and he jumped up bumping his shin against coffee table. He grabbed his bruised shin and started hopping towards the door when he heard voices coming from the other side. Voices...

"You should come in, I'll make you coffee."

"Ah Forth, Thank you. But maybe not today."

"No, I insist please it's the first time you came here."

"But Beam must be home."

"It doesn't matter, really. He's probably asleep anyway."

ARIE78: Sorry for the late update. So many things happen this week. Stress a bit. So i will try to double up this week na. Wish me luck. Pls vote and comment like always. Really appreciate it. 😉