6 Years After • Completed

xiv. Day 15

Kongpob lays on a flat surface, he shuts his eyes tightly and prays to heavens above to take him since he already served his purpose in life.

He's panting and sweating very hard, adrenaline pumping; he raises his arm and covers his flushed cheeks. He can't remember the last time he felt this spent, a little bit satisfied... and used. The last time was probably with Arthit as well. It's always with Arthit he felt his blood pumped up.

With Samorn and with mountain hiking, one would think Kongpob would be adept or prepared at least if something like this with Arthit happened once again but he forgot how intense Arthit can be some times and the older had looked at him nicely so he thought Arthit has changed.

But, lesson learned.

Never fall for Arthit's innocent face because his innocence is fatal.

In the midst of the white noise ringing in his hear and the loud thumping his heart, he's still made out the older's incredulous voice of, "Tired already?"

Arthit's half body is almost covering his, hands on either side of his head, he has his face proximal to his, enough to see his burning cheeks but his eyes are sparkling bright. If it were any other time, Kongpob would be thankful for the great image but he's already tired, he can't even comprehend what's happening around him. All he wants is to sleep.

Kongpob closes his eyes once again but Arthit softly taps his forehead. "Wake up sleepy head."

Kongpob's chest heaves against Arthit's. "You are something else, aren't you? I can't continue doing it. I give up."

Arthit smirks, eyes hold no compassion for Kongpob's poor state, "Give up? We haven't even started yet."

"My whole body is aching."

"Can you believe him? He said he's tired already when we're already playing for what? An hour? I'm just warming up."

Kongpob sits up against his better judgment groaning as he strains his aching body.

From the other side of the net, Irish and Faye have identical looks of amusement.

Irish laughs. "I feel no pity. You accepted Arthit as your teammate, didn't say I warn you. Sed learned this lesson in the wrong way too."

Kongpob knows this lesson too, he knows it like the back of his hand, if it were a course, Kongpob had already graduated with Latin honors. Everyone knows how competitive Arthit is but indifferent and trash-talking Arthit is a rare sight.

In the span of 7 years, Kongpob has known Arthit, Arthit has been this intense three times, once was the first time Kongpob joined their 'friendly' basketball game. Arthit had forgotten the term friendly. He knew no friends. Arthit played like a pro and bossed his friends as if he's in an NBA finals game with the rival ahead with a point and only 15 seconds left on the clock; probably the worst was when that woman with an alias of 'Crazy Sam' got him during a paintball war.

In the past, Kongpob's beyond happy every time this Arthit made his appearance because it means rough sex afterward as makeup sex for the older's rude behavior, Kongpob would even challenge Arthit just to see this side of him again but the older was just calmly competitive – but now that this Arthit is here again only this time, there is nothing to console him, Kongpob's just offended. And tired. And hungry. He can eat Arthit if the older continues to be a bitch.

"Quit groaning there lady and get up!"

"Hey!"

"Oh, why? Am I rude?"

"A little."

"Do you want me to apologize?"

"Only if you want to."