There's a First Time for Everything

Chapter 2: Baby Got Game

Tine has game.

Tine has serious game, and Sarawat is not even a little prepared for this reality.

He's not sure why it comes as such a surprise to him. After all, he'd seen Tine take confident control in bed the other night when they got off together. Not to mention the sequel in the shower, where Sarawat only managed to soap up Tine's chest while Tine lathered up Sarawat's...well, everything...so thoroughly that his knees went weak and he had to lean against the shower stall for support.

But even with all that evidence, somehow Sarawat's still fixed on this mental image of the shy Tine who'd been dumbstruck by his flirting. The Tine who reacted to being kissed by freezing up like a frightened rabbit under the shadow of a hawk. The Tine who blushes.

Not this other Tine, this wolf in bunny's clothing whose only apparent hangup was accepting that he could have feelings for a guy at all—and who, having cleared that mental hurtle, is now eyeing Sarawat like a starving man looks at his next meal.

Tine has serious game, Tine is horny as hell, and Sarawat is pretty sure he's going to lose his mind before either of them loses their ass-virginity.

Is ass-virginity really a thing? Sarawat wonders.

Note to self: Ask Tine.

He makes the mistake of doing just that, and gets back a three-word text in reply:
Not for long.

And it's accompanied by a peach emoji.

Oh yeah. Tine has game, and it's going to be the death of him.

MONDAY

They're at music club, where the agenda is to watch several of the club's ensembles perform pieces they're preparing for an all-university talent show. It's a good rehearsal opportunity for the performers and a chance for the others to hone their constructive critique skills.

But it also means that only a few members at a time are performing while the others stand by and watch. The perfect opportunity, in other words, for Sarawat to put an arm around his cute boyfriend's shoulders and give him a side hug. Tine smiles and leans into it, slipping his own arm around Sarawat's waist to give him a little squeeze...

...on the ass cheek.

Sarawat nearly gives himself whiplash turning his head to stare at Tine. Granted, they're standing at the very back of the group of observers; they're both tall and it's courteous not to block the shorter students. Still, that was a damn bold move from Tine in public.

His boyfriend gives him a beatific smile, all angelic sweetness even as his hand moves higher, slipping under Sarawat's shirt where it hangs untucked at the waist. A smooth palm caresses the small of his back, two fingers just barely teasing their way under the waistband of Sarawat's trousers.

Tine. Has his hand. In Sarawat's pants. At music club.

Laughing silently at Sarawat's shocked expression, Tine slides his hand higher again, settling it warmly at the dip of Sarawat's waist just above the hip. There it stays for the duration of the selection the jazz ensemble is performing, of which Sarawat hears not a single note.

"Sounded great, guys," he mumbles when it's his turn to provide feedback. "Maybe a little more intensity on the bridge, though?" He breathes a sigh of relief when the musicians nod and smile; apparently the song did indeed have a bridge.

"What was that, Nuisance?" he hisses to Tine as the next group takes their place at the front of the room.

"I don't know what you mean," Tine replies, all innocence.