You Know, I've Always Loved You

'You can be sure of one thing, how I feel about you'

As he threw himself down on Tine's couch, Sarawat looked around the apartment. It was much the opposite of his own room. Whereas his single room apartment had poster-filled walls and chaotically organized shelves stuffed with albums and records, Tine's apartment was actually neat with everything having a place and nothing looking too crammed. The guitarist shook his head with a small huff of air forced out his noise, it's funny, his room is just like him. With that thought, he turned his head over to the owner of the room who was still standing in the doorway in his shirtless form. Sarawat took time to scan his crush's body, staring extra long at his exposed chest. He let out a slow breath, oh how he wished to get his lips back on his skin again. He licked his lips at the thought. The singer closed his eyes and shook his head. No, that's not why you're here, he argued with himself.

When he opened his eyes again, Tine was gone. He strained his neck to see where his crush had run off to. He eyes landed on the other man's figure again through the opening of a door into what seemed to be Tine's bedroom. Through the crack, Sarawat could see Tine frantically searching for a shirt and then throwing one over his head as soon as he found anything that resembled clothing.

Now fully dressed, Tine walked out of his room and stood for a second, looking as if he was unsure what to do, before taking a seat on the couch at spot farthest from Sarawat. The guitarist laughed to himself at Tine's awkwardness, and began to slowly inch towards him.

Tine noticed this movement and stiffed slightly. He honestly had no idea what might happen if Sarawat got any closer. Christ, the other man was at the other end of the couch, and Tine's heart was already racing. The simple thought of it being just the two of them by themselves in Tine's room made him dizzy. He would have blamed the dream he had earlier for feeling this way, but that's because he wasn't ready to admit why he might truly feel shy in Sarawat's presence. He turned his head slightly to look at the man who was having such an immense effect on his body. Their eyes met for a quick second before Tine quickly looked away. His hand went up to cover blush which he felt beginning to creep into his cheeks before he brought it back down.

Why are you acting so skittish? Tine criticized himself. This is your house, and that idiot over there is an intruder. At that thought he looked back at Sarawat, shooting a quick glare and sticking out his tongue in the latter's direction. This action caused Sarawat to laugh. Tine turned away from him again, mentally cursing the other man for being there.

Sarawat who had been silently watching Tine this whole time decided that this moment was the best time to try and get closer to him again. He began to slowly slide over to Tine. And by the time, the cheer leader realized what Sarawat was doing, he found himself being pinned to the arm of the couch, staring straight in the guitarist's warm brown gaze. Sarawat's hands were on either side of his body and the other man's legs were between his own. Tine had found that his hands instinctively went up to push against Sarawat's chest as it now seemed to be way to close.

All Tine could do was hope that the other man didn't do anything because if he did, Tine couldn't promise himself that he wouldn't be swept away. His head began to feel even more fuzzy and overwhelmed with Sarawat being closer. Why couldn't he have just stayed over there, Tine asked, I wouldn't be so nervous if he had just stayed over there. Tine looked up at Sarawat, staring deeply into his eyes. He seemed to get lost in them as if he was searching for the answers of his own feelings. The longer he looked, the more nervous he became, allowing the warmth that was encapsulated in the other man's gaze to wash over him. Tine felt his own warmth rush into his cheeks as his heart began to race more and more, especially as Sarawat began to move his face closer to his own. Tine closed his eyes and parted his lips in anticipation, but was left slightly confused and even disappointed when he didn't feel the familiar softness of Sarawat's lips on his own, but instead he felt their foreheads and noses being pressed together.