SOTUS: The University Days (and Other Universes)

Questions

Questions filled the lazy Sunday air, questions by Kongpob, which Arthit all answers. He is lying on his bed, legs extended, while Kongpob, beside him, sits cross-legged. Any question that Kongpob asks, Arthit responds to.

Anything. Questions about Linkin Park. Questions about snow. Questions about sex. Arthit is glad that Kongpob didn't ask more or talk more about the last one. Though they already talked about it and decided to do it once they're both ready, the thought of talking about sex with Kongpob still disturbs him.

Luckily, Kongpob moves to more innocent questions—funnier, random ones. Arthit initially thought the game would bore him and make him drift to sleep, but he's enjoying it, especially when he sees Kongpob's smile with every answer he makes.

"Favorite cake?"

"Cupcake."

"P', I'm asking about real cake."

"Cupcake is real cake, just more manageable."

Kongpob makes a face. "'Kay. For me, it's black forest. If you would be reborn as an animal, what do you want to be?"

There's a long pause before Arthit blurts out an answer. "Polar bear."

"Polar bear?"

"Just eating and hiding in ice caves."

"And you would probably hibernate all year." Kongpob rolls his eyes.

"You know your boyfriend already."

Kongpob smirks. "Me, I want to be a—"

"Bird."

"Can be. But I would say penguin. So I can be with the polar bear you."

"The polar bear would probably eat you."

"You eating me? I'd love that."

This earns Kongpob a kick in the stomach.
  
"Three things you would take in a journey."

"Probably a car... lots of water... hmmmmmm... that's it."

"Not me?"

"You said things, so I didn't include you. But fine." Arthit scratches his head and avoids eye contact. "You can come."

Kongpob smiles. Arthit wouldn't mind talking more about a trip together or hearing what Kongpob's answer could have been, but Kongpob's questions already continue, shorter and faster.

"Do you want to be an astronaut or a doctor?"

"Neither."

"Ever made a sandcastle?"

"No."

"Ever been late to school?"

"Even though I always wake up late, I'm never late for school."

"Fries or chips?"

"Fries."

"Do you like pickles in your burger?"

"Yes."

"Pineapples on pizza?"

"Yes."

"Are you ticklish?"

"Yes."

"You are?"

Arthit's eyes widen. "...No." It is odd that only after Kongpob's confirmation that he realizes what he has just admitted. Arthit feels his cheeks suddenly getting warm, and his skin itches with the desire to run away as far as he could. Kongpob is smirking.

"You just admitted you're ticklish," Kongpob says, leaning toward him.

"Slip of the tongue."

Kongpob extends his arm forward, toward Arthit's leg.

"Kongpob! I'm telling you I will throw you out of the window!"

But that doesn't stop Kongpob. His fingers brushed against Arthit's skin, and it sends shivers down Arthit's spine.

"Kongpob!"

"Slip of the finger."

Knowing his boyfriend, Arthit isn't expecting Kongpob to stop, but he isn't prepared to defend, so when Kongpob attacks his sides, all he's able to do is to bend sideways and shout his name.

"Kongpoooob!"

Kongpob goes for a full attack, using all his fingers, and Arthit falls backward with Kongpob against him.

This is not good. Kongpob has heard his laughter before, but not like this.

"Kongpohohob! Stohohop!" Arthit gasps for breath. He laughs and giggles. Kongpob has reminded him how ticklish he is—in his sides, his stomach, his damned knees.

"Dohohon't!!! You asshohohole!!!"

"Oh?" Kongpob stops and grins with triumph. He's only obviously happy to hear Arthit cuss at him. "Tell me again?" He says as he attacks Arthit's hips, of all places.

"Ahahaha! Not thehehere!" Kongpob is more evil than he initially thought.

"No mohohore!"

Kongpob wants more, but his boyfriend is in his most pathetic state right now, so he finally decides to stop. "Fine."

He receives a hit of a pillow on his head. "I fucking hate you."

"You know that's not true."

"No."

"C'mon, P'Arthit, let's continue the game."

"I don't want anymore." Arthit pouts.

"I promise I won't do it anymore."

"And I don't believe you."

"P'Arthit..."

"Fine." Arthit, still catching his breath, crosses his arms.

"Do you like this game?"

"No."

"Would you like to play it again?"

"No."

"Should I tickle you again?"

"I will fucking kick you in the head!" Arthit answers, ignoring the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wants to be tickled. Kongpob's touches, in any way or form, are always welcome to him.

Of course, not that he will tell it to Kongpob.

Kongpob's questions continue for a little while more, and the whole time, Arthit stays lying there, breath starting to stabilize, enjoying what it felt like having to be touched by his boyfriend and to laugh harder than ever.

_____
a/n: i'm rereading Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, and i got inspired by one of its chapters, so here's the result :p