Krist's Distractions

Distraction #2: The Hands

Krist stares at the door of his condo, waiting for his Singtuan and p'Jane to arrive. They are having a mini party and basically all the other invited guests, p'Off, p'Tay, p'New, p'Gun, Fiat, Nammon, Mike, everyone else has arrived. He is irked by the older's inability to come on time.

And when the doorbell rings Krist basically jumps up to open the door, revealing a panting Singto and a clearly pissed p'Jane. "T-took the s-stairs... h-here..." Singto hands him a plastic packet and Krist accepts it, his mind momentarily distracted by the hand offering the packet to him.

Krist gulps. After his angry outburst a few weeks back, he had refused to think about Singto at all. And since they didn't have any work together, they didn't meet. But now that they were meeting again, his attention was taken up by the beautifully crafted pair of hands.

"Do I have to stand here all night?" Singto asks and Krist shakes his head, allowing the two new members to enter his house.

"Aahhh Sing is here !!!" P'Off says, his voice in a slur. How much has he drunk? Krist thinks to himself.

Singto waies to all the people in the party and then walks over to the kitchen, presumably to get himself a glass of water. Krist follows him, because he needs to keep the alcohol bottles, that Singto has brought, in the refrigerator. Krist watches, awestruck as the older man grabs a water bottle, his slender fingers quickly uncapping the bottle.

Krist sighs dreamily and blushes when Singto throws him a confused look. "Are you drunk Kit ?" He asks.

Krist shakes his head. He knows he isn't drunk, but he is just ... distracted. Again.

This time by the older's hands. First his damn smile, and now his hands! What is wrong with me???

Krist mentally face palms himself and then placing the alcohol in its designated place, he goes back to the living room and plops down on the couch which was half occupied by a very drunk p'Off and a partially drunk p'Tay. Singto comes and takes a seat next to him, a cold coke in hand and Krist is about to talk to him when suddenly p'Off exclaims.

"Aiii Sing!!! Show me those rings!!! Your hands look so good... will they fit me? Ai give me give me!" Singto just laughs and says, "P'Off your fingers are probably a bit too fat for my rings."

That doesn't stop p'Tay and p'Off from admiring Singto's hands and Krist huffs in annoyance. Now everyone finds his hands beautiful? And he has no problem flaunting his hands?! HOW RUDE!

Krist gets up from his seat and walks over to his balcony, mostly to clear his thoughts. He closes his eyes, letting the cool night air soothe his warm body. Why he is suddenly so warm, he can't tell.

But when he closes his eyes he sees those slender hands touching him, gliding over his skin. Krist knows that those touches are not real, but he feels hot all over.

He just knows that Singto's hands would be very skilled, they would bring him immense pleasure. He can almost feel the calloused skin of his hands running over his own skin, the tanned hue a beautiful contrast to his pale skin.

Krist lets out a moan involuntarily. It feels good, to think of having those hands touching him in different places, intimate places, those hands marking him, grabbing him. He likes it. Another soft moan escapes his mouth.

He is unaware of the other man standing just behind him, staring at him. Singto is awestruck at how beautiful Krist looks standing there like that. He wants to touch the younger, run his hands over that smooth skin, but he doesn't.

Instead he clears his throat and Krist's eyes fly open as he turns to look at the intruder. "What are you doing here kit?" Singto asks, wondering why Krist was blushing so hard. Must be the alcohol. Singto thinks to himself.

"N-nothing... j-just came to enjoy the b-breeze..." Krist says, his eyes looking anywhere but at him.

Singto doesn't know what's wrong with Krist. But the younger seems so ... distracted.

He walks over and places his hands on the railing, staring at the Bangkok skyline. Krist gulps, his eyes drawn to the slender fingers and he can imagine those fingers pulling at his locks as his mouth is being fucked by the man beside him.

Krist is shocked at his own thoughts and he realises, with horror, that he is hard, rock hard. He is very thankful to his loose baggy pants but at the same time he can't help feeling conscious. What would p'Sing think if he knew just what lewd thoughts he had been having?

"What's wrong Kit? You seem so distracted these days."

Krist stares at the older man, dumb founded. "Uhhh... it's nothing... just stress with work..." he manages to say before his eyes are again drawn to the way the older fixes his hair, pushing the flying strands out of his face.

"Ai Singto !!! Come and make us a drink!!! Leave your wife for some time" P'Gun shouts from inside and Singto laughs before strolling back in.

Krist follows him back in, because he has always been mesmerised by the way Singto makes drinks. There's something amazing and hot about Singto all the time... but when he is manning the bar, he just looks a billion times hotter.

Krist watches as Singto starts making drinks according to everyone's preferences, and he is suddenly very happy that he has a mini bar at home. Because god, he would pay to see Singto doing this.

Singto's hands move swiftly, adding ice here, squeezing lemon there; and Krist can't stop staring. He can't bring himself to look away from the man and his hands. Good lord, those hands!

Singto finds Krist staring at him and flashes a smile. "I could teach you if you want." He says.

Krist shakes his head. "I like watching you do it."

Singto is taken aback and he stares at the younger. "Why?"

"I don't know... I just like it."

Singto hands him a drink and Krist gladly accepts it. Beer is good, but Singto's drinks are better. Because like the man making them, his drinks were addictive.

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Krist feels light headed and he giggles when Singto tries to pick him up. "Where are you hicc... taking... hicc... me?" Krist asks, his face red.

Singto sighs, mumbling "I knew I shouldn't have let him drink so much." P'Tay and p'Off are already passed out in the living room and p'Jane is dancing to some Rihanna song. P'Gun and Mike are nowhere to be seen.

Singto doesn't know why he is always the only one left sober. Is it because his protective instinct kicks in and he is always on guard so that Krist is safe since the younger one tends to get tipsy easily?

He places Krist softly on the bed and then pulls up the covers, only to find his hand captured by the younger. "I like your hands. They are distracting but very beautiful."

Singto just stares at Krist, no words forming in his mouth. Krist pats the bed and urges Singto to come lie with him. Singto would have protested if he hadn't known from previous experience that drunk Kit is sulky Kit level 1000. Krist would whine and cry until Singto did his bidding.

So he quietly slips under the bed covers, immediately finding his hand held tightly by the younger and a pale leg wrapped around his torso.

Singto sighs. The things we do for love.

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Was this lame? Tell me what you thought... but

SINGTO'S HANDS ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! *wails in desperation*

FIND ME A MORE BEAUTIFUL PAIR OF HANDS, I WILL WAIT 😩😩😩

Yours thankfully,
Peraya_yeah.