Sotus: A short lovestory

5y later - part II

*Marriage is not a work of art. Neither is it air nor water. Marriage needs two people to work towards a common goal from two different perspectives. Which makes it the most difficult job ever. And if the person you are working with, doesn't share your determination to get to the goal, then it all will crumble.

He didn't go to Arthit right away. Though Kong was done with his 'thinking' he still needed to put down some plans for the next few days.

Kong looked at the villa. He could see the edge of the pool from across the lawn. The house was simple, yet beautiful.  Like a dignified landlord in this beautiful place filled with trees and around it a view to kill for. It was situated so one could look at the valley down and over the valley, farther more. To the sea.

Kong opened the front door and let himself in. It wasn't like he knew what Arthit had in plans for him, or didn't have. Anymore. But he had decided to step in to get a chance to get kicked back out.

The house was empty. On the living room table, Arthit's phone was perfectly put down. switched off. Kong searched for the main bedroom. It was where the best view could be seen. It wasn't just the view to the valley, but as Kong's sight moved around to take in all that beauty, he found him. His man. Arthit was enjoying the view too, or maybe not. The longer Kong looked at him the surer he was. Arthit had fallen asleep. While in the pool, leaning on the edge of it. Probably looking towards the sea, thinking his deep thoughts. Kong decided to check before he was going to loudly call out his name.

He slipped his tired body slowly into the pool. It felt like a warm blanket surrounding him. Warm and smooth. Kong slowly swam to Arthit's side. His eyes were most definitely closed. Kong decided to wait rather than waking him up and diving into their problems right away. He knew that one could look at it as cowardice, but the truth was. He just didn't feel like being at odds with his man. Especially when he looked so sweet and relaxed. Sometimes Kong wondered if his love for Arthit was enough. Was he enough?

He must have drifted off in his own thoughts, because suddenly Kong was aware that someone, no not just anyone, Arthit. Was touching his face with his warm fingers. Tracing the lines of his eyebrows and the ridge of his nose. Just before he touched Kong's lips they locked eyes.

Kong wanted to say something, but it died before he could even open his mouth, he had been ready for almost anything else, but Arthit gaze wasn't in any way reproachful or angry. it gave the feeling of being gentle and warm and still totally loving.

Wasn't he supposed to be mad at him? It would have been totally justified if he was.

"Aren't you mad?"

"Not anymore."

"Why?"

"Because you are here. Because I love you. Because for hundreds of different reasons."

Kong blinked his eyes, this was not the time to let his emotions to overpower his logical thinking. He had so many things he knew he needed to tell his love. Even if Arthit had gotten over his anger of Kong so often being away and giving him so little attention. Kong had decided to change. He decided to start delegating his work better and many other things as well, but it felt Arthit was super far from any kind of talking as he closed the short distance between them and kissed Kong's lips.

Kong mused for a second, that as so happens they had not yet made love in the pool, but that thought was ridden over by pure desire as Arthit pressed his whole length into him and kept attacking his mouth. When at the same time his hands were roaming all over Kong.

*

When they were finally lying down on the bed, Kong couldn't turn his eyes from Arthit. It seemed like Kong was searching for discomfort or dissatisfactory feelings towards himself, from Arthit. Still, he found none.