You Know, I've Always Loved You

'It's okay, I'll be back'

Tine's tiredness had gotten the better of him, dragging him into a deep sleep, one with many dreams. But there was one in particular that seemed to be persistent on being remembered, coming into his consciousness and refusing to leave until it was his main focus.

Being pulled from dream to dream in the long span of his sleep, Tine finally found himself in his room. He sighed, "finally something normal". He had grown tired of running away from giant homework monsters and arm wrestling alligators. Whatever either of those dreams meant, he didn't care for them as they were ridiculous. But now he was back in his room, sitting at his desk. It was something normal, something calm, something saf-

Just then he felt fingers lightly begin to run through his hair. His heart beat perked up at the unexpected affection. Part of him wanted to turn around in order to see who the owner of the hand was, but deep down he already knew who it was. He had felt that gentle touch before. It had been a touch that he subconsciously craved, and here it was again, answering his unsung prayers in his dreams.

The first hand was soon joined by a second as it left Tine's hair and began to slide down his neck onto his shoulders. They squeezed lightly on Tine's body as if to massage his muscles. Tine felt himself relax as he leaned into the other's touch. The long, calloused fingers began to draw circles at the top of his back. Tine's head lulled back against the chair. His eyes which had been closed in order to take in the sensation of the touches, now opened to inspect the face of the person who had so freely touched him.

His eyes fell upon a familiar face, a handsome face, one which adorned a small smile, the smile that Tine adored. "Sarawat", he was able to breathe out before Sarawat's hands had found a small spot of tension in his shoulders which caused the former to let out a small noise. Tine who now eyed Sarawat's face saw his soft smile widen into his normal scheming smirk at the release of the slight moan. In response, Tine began to feel heat creeping into his cheeks. He had seen that grin before, and he knew it meant he should be on the look out for the singer's boldness.

Immediately after that thought, Tine felt himself being whipped around.  Sarawat had spun Tine's desk chair to now be facing the former. Standing above the seated Tine, Sarawat's stature was rather impressive. Tine trailed his eyes from the man's slender yet fit legs to his tucked waist up to his wide shoulders, the ones that so often carried his guitar. If he didn't have such an introverted personality about him, he'd make a great model, Tine remarked silently to himself, almost finding himself lost in the visuals of the man in front of him. His eyes then quickly took notice of the other's hands which were reaching out towards him once more, but this time finding a place on either of his thighs. The guitar player's hands wrapped around Tine's legs, gently taking hold of the muscles and slowly beginning to slide over everything they could touch, but stopping short of one area in particular. 

Tine hadn't noticed how quickly his chest had begun to move, with his heightened breathing from all the attention his body was receiving. The only thing he seemed to pay attention to was Sarawat who was now kneeling in front of him. The latter's face, still wearing a devilish smirk, had his eyes fixed on Tine's own face. The warm brown stare of Sarawat wandered all of Tine, taking everything in from his now unkempt hair to his rosy cheeks and slightly parted lips, oh how he wished to kiss those, and to his eyes which were staring right back at him with the same desire that filled Sarawat's own eyes. The singer's grin deepened, knowing that both he and Tine seemed to be enjoying themselves once more. 

Having almost lost himself in Tine's eyes, Sarawat was surprised to feel a hand on the side of his face which was soon met by another. Tine had reached out to him for the first time, Sarawat's gaze softened, moved by the fact the other man started acting on his own. His own heart began to beat more intensely as Tine pulled him into a kiss. His own hands still holding on Tine's thighs, Sarawat moved one up to his crush's waist and lightly pulled the other's body toward him as well as off the chair a little in order to give them a better position to continue their kiss.