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Sailors in Bathroom 43

We just had a snack and we came to my room. Rathavit is distracted looking at my navy collection.

-I like him. He's got a brave face.

He talks while his fingers hold one of the sailors ' little figurines.

I may have been traumatized by his respiratory health, but I swear today his voice is low. Maybe the fatigue of the marathon of events. Maybe...

-he looks like a combination of Popeye and Brutos. A fat sailor. But the outfit and the face look like Popeye. Did they try to do this or was it just a coincidence?

Rathavit smiles at commenting and asking. There's nothing he can't get from me when he acts like a curious boy. But unfortunately, I can't offer him anything. Not today.

-I imagine they tried to imitate. It's not original.

-HM...

He mumbles.

I approach and take the doll from his hand.

-Are you afraid I'll break it?

Rathavit asks knowing well that I'm close to him for something else that has nothing to do with the fear of him breaking my things.

I steal a kiss from him. An "Auntie" kiss.

Today. Especially today he needs to be so attractive with his casual outfit? For days I only see him with the disclosure T-shirt of Make it Right or other pieces chosen and worn by everyone in the cast, so seeing him dressed as his personality wants, is nice to my eyes. Even if the fabric is not so soft, my will is to squeeze it in one piece. I'm landing my hands on his waist. But he doesn't look at me. His attention is still on the shelf.

-Did you get hungry? You ate so little.

I ask him looking for his gaze. Standing on the tie he gave me.

Why do I feel like he wants to say something and he can't find the words or the guts?

-I'm a little guy. I don't have to eat a buffalo in every meal.

I laugh.

I'm a real pervert.

No matter how much the occasion prevents any advancement in our intimacy, I always think the worst.

My parents are home. I would never in my conscience try anything deeper with him. But when I saw that he barely touched his snack, the only nefarious idea I had was that he would finally give me "other things".

So, at this moment, half my imagination completes his next attitudes, and half: which should be mine.

I imagine he approached me and talked with his feline way "I prepared to be yours today. Be my first in this too"

And I have to refuse.

I've lost seconds on this ramblings, and the next thing I talk, calls his att.

-Forgive me for us not being alone today.

Rathavit roll up his eyes.

-What do you mean? I adore your parents. It's their house.

-Isn't that why you're upset?

-I'm not.

-Really?

He rolls his eyes showing boredom to my insistent question.

And suddenly he hugs me. His arms so skinny inside the long sleeves, they wrap my neck. He does not have a notion nor distant from the calamity that takes my body when he embraces me all fragrant.