MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

30 Fever

Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight.
Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Boys were born to give fever to other boys, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade

They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn.
Fever - till you sizzle:
"What a lovely way to burn".

-You don't mind that I brought the dinner here, do you?

Asks Phiravich as soon as they enter his room.

There is an average sushi barge on the bed and the TV is turned on showing the splash screen of a famous streaming platform.

He had left everything prepared before coming down to receive the visitor who feels uncomfortably flattered.

-But... Are we going to have dinner already?

-To give time to marathon this series, we have to watch while we eat. That's what we agreed, isn't it? A series instead a movie.

Rathavit agrees only with a quick neck slope. While observing the surrounding environment.

It seems to have passed a long time. A long time...

When he's surprised by a sushi just standing in front of his mouth. Phiravich was faster than a bullet and he's got hashi in his hand waiting to feed the boy. This remains a few seconds without reaction besides analyzing the look landed on him, warm, tender... Although the mouth does not smile, Phiravich's eyes transmit fun and at the same time, peace.

Rathavit opens his mouth and gently ingests the portion, without diverting his gaze. The same act is maintained by the other and the looks are equalized at the same frequency.

Time seems to be still, but it's not. They go to bed. Rathavit is aware that he did not take his shoes out in the driveway, as the good education says. But doing that now seems to leave a strange idea in the air.

He enters into deep ramblings whether he should take it or not and, again distracted, does not realize that the other was already sitting next to him. Both on the bed guard. He looks at the entrance to the room and sees that the owner had left the sneakers he wore there. Something like "I need to stop thinking how much he can do while I'm distracted. He's too fast" went through his mind --not exactly in an organized line of reasoning--

Phiravich plays the first episode and grasps another sushi. Then deliver another pair of Hashi by noting the delay that the visitor is taking on his own.

-Why don't you put your feet on the bed? You're going to have torticollis this way.

Refers, he's all badly sitting there with his face on TV, but his body's facing the other side.

-I'm fine.

Rathavit speaks visibly trying to disguise something and leans a little forward to pick up food on the barge.

The sound of the shoes beating lightly on the ground alerts.

-Oh. You haven't even taken off your shoes. Is that why you don't want to set foot here?

-It's not that. It's... -Rathavit starts talking and the other raises from the opposite side of the bed. Again, like lightning, he's turned around and standing in front of him.

-What are you doing, man?

Scary questions when his left foot is lifted. And the Nike Air Max 90 black and white is taken.

-What do I look like doing?

-Bu... But you don't have to, I...

Not wanting, but not knowing how to divert. He watches the other take with dexterity the other foot. Holding his two legs and land them on the length of the bed.

-Done. Now your little paws are where they should be.

Phiravich speaks in playful tone and comes back to his side.

The first episode is watched with attention by them while they eat.

...

During the second, following, a joke on the scene makes Rathavit forget why he was nervous and he laughs so suddenly that the saliva goes against the vocal cords and he starts coughing inclined to try to clear the passage of air. Phiravich blows his face and gives him the bottle of tonic. The boy just tightens it with his hand, and it takes a few seconds to cough until he calms down and can ingest the drink. After doing so, he sighs at length slowly returning to the rhythm of his breath.

-Drink more.

-It's burning. -he massages his own throat.

-That's why. Drink than refreshes the irritation.

Rathavit has eyes lightly tightened in a grimace of discomfort. The cough attack had left not only the sore throat as the chin hard. Although he is feeling terrible, his expression becomes inviting to someone else. This person uses the other hand that previously shook his face unsuccessfully, and shook the boy's hand over his neck. Thinking that taking his own hand away from the place, he would stop touching it, Rathavit would turn it off. However, this only causes Phiravich to have free access to the area.

-Phi Clumsy... -he makes circular motions alternating between the throat and the Adam's apple of the shortest. He smiles. -Did you come today?

Feeling the Phi Clumsy resurface and at the same time tremble in his hand, Phiravich uses the other and now both hold both sides of the hesitant neck and everything his owner manages to gather forces to do is let a moan jump out of his mouth and go against the other mouth that from him experiences like if he's stealing it from the other one.

It's not just the feeling that the moaning was stolen. Once the other side of the meeting, produces, if not equal, similar sound.

The sound that links some key of abolition within Rathavit and without realizing deepens the kiss by pulling Phiravich's T-shirt.

They now possess the voracity of hungry animals devouring the meats of the mouths, the depths of the meats.
In an unexplored hunger crying to satiate. Both predators in a mutual fever to make the kettle sizzle.