BITE

The Brewmaster

Arthit snuggles closer to what he thinks is his pillow, but his eyes snaps open when he feels a warm body beside him.

    That is definitely not his pillow.

    He shoots up, sitting up on his bed staring widely at Kongpob who’s obviously asleep beside him.

    “What the fuck,” he mouths.

    He doesn’t remember sleeping together with Kongpob – Arthit will know if they do!

    The young alpha stirs from his sleep, stretching his arms revealing that silver of tanned skin of his stomach – abs.

    “G’morning, P’,” says Kongpob with a yawn. “Did you sleep well?”

    “What – what are you doing in me bed?” Arthit breathes.

    “Oh,” Kongpob props his elbows, looking at him innocently. “You don’t remember?”

    “I . . . don’t?”

    The alpha chuckles, finally sitting up, saying, “You asked me to stay for the night. I must have fallen asleep when you went to bed.”

    “Uhm . . . so . . .” Arthit chews his lips, a little bit nervous if he’s to be honest with himself. “Uh, I think I remember now.”

    After Dae had left last night, Arthit was left to his own thoughts before Kongpob knocked on his door. They had a little talk about what had happened on the council meeting, and on how they should proceed. Arthit remembers now something about visiting the Brewmaster the next day, to help him with his blood condition.

    He stares at Kongpob once again, this time studying his alpha; Kongpob’s hair is mussed, his shirt wrinkled from tossing and turning. There are visible lines on the alpha’s cheeks from the pillow, but what Arthit notices the most is the smell.

    Kongpob always smells like the summer night to him, but it’s different this time. It’s on his skin as well.

    Maybe because they shared a bed together, and so their bodies must have touched to a degree, but their smell merges into this particular scent that makes Arthit picture the dawn; a time where it’s still dark outside with the expectation of the rising sun.

    Kongpob’s scent always reminds him of his past; when his father took him to watch the fireflies in the night, but this new scent makes him relive something Arthit hasn’t experienced before.

    “Is everything okay, P’Arthit?” Kongpob says with a croaky voice.

    “Huh?” Arthit snaps back to reality, clearing his throat to distract his alpha from his daydreaming. “Yeah, I uh, I was just uh . . .”

    “It’s alright, P’,” the young alpha stands up then he starts folding Arthit’s blanket. “I’ll go back to my room to freshen up.”

    “Oh, right,”

    “Meet us by the lobby in an hour, P’Arthit,” Kongpob smiles.

    He returns the smile, but frowns, saying, “Wait, don’t you guys have class?”

    Come to think of it, Arthit hasn’t seen Kongpob or the rest attend their classes. He knows they’re all students at the university, but the rest of the pack seems to be not doing any studying at all.

    “We get special privileges from the director,” Kongpob explains. “In times of emergency, we can skip classes.”

    “I see,” he mutters.