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One fine day
7:30am
As the alarm bell rang, I was already pouring hot steaming coffee into my chipped Star Wars mug, Dath Vader’s nose was missing, and the bottom stained with all the refills during my all-nighters with my PhD thesis driving me around the bend. Scraping my freshly cut jet-black hair back, I admired it in the oven door, the bleach blonde long gone, (after a midnight quarantine anxiety filled night with lack of sleep, and an anxiety attack, to cope I bleached my hair blonde). It looked grey more than anything but when I went to do my weekly shop at the supermarket the checkout ladies nearly charged me twice for my items until I pointed it out. I chuckled as my laundry lady’s teenage daughter asked for my autograph mistaking me for some Thai idol singer.
The toaster pop brings me out of my thoughts, passions long extinguished. After this thesis I shall join Papa in his business and Mama has women lined up she would like me to meet and potentially marry, she never forces me, but I know she is worried as I approach 30.
Pulling my old familiar raggedy one-piece t-shirt over my head and dropping it on the bathroom floor, I step under the shower and my achy muscles relax as the hot water pours down my broad shoulders and torso, as the foamy water pools at my feet and escape down the plug hole I can’t help but feel the familiar anxiety bubble to the surface. Like every morning when I wake up, I feel disorientated for a few minutes, in the few seconds my eyes open fully awake I feel I am somewhere else and living a different life, one full of colour, giggles and immense happiness and freedom.
10:15am
Smoothing down my university tie, I fidget in my chair, the professor is running late and is over friendly secretary sat me down in his office with a cup of soothing camomile tea, as she says,
“In all my years working for the professor, I know just how sleep deprived and stressed you students get, Professor says you have a brilliant mind, Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat, but you have the worst of the symptoms, drink up handsome young man.”
Swirling the now cold tea bag, I down the pale-yellow liquid, letting it slide awkwardly down my throat. Not feeling any of the benefits my foot tapped impatiently. I could do with another coffee.
“I am so sorry for being late”,
The door slammed and in came my favourite professor, wearing his famous wrinkled shirt and thick red rimmed glasses.
Flashing my perfect Mew Suppasit smile, we carried on discussing the finer details to my thesis and I ignored the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, a mixture of disappointment and a desire for more.
1:20pm
After the meeting I had quietly visited the library to pick up the books I had reserved for some extra classes I had decided to teach. I was fed up with the thesis and needed a term teaching to help me focus better and think about what I wanted to do with my life. The librarian slid her fingers over my hands as she gave me my books, her lips pursed as always in a pout she thought looked sexy but only made me inwardly cringe. But as always, I plastered on my famous Mew Suppasit smile and politely left. Even after all these years I still felt like I was stuck in a goldfish bowl, the brilliant handsome single student. I wanted more than just being a handsome student. I wanted my own identity, but for now my stomach rumbled and gathering my books I swiftly left for the small PhD canteen hidden away on the top floor of the Communication Arts and Technology building. Classes were just about to break, and I wanted to find a quiet spot before others rushed in.
Sliding my Prada sunglasses on to avoid looking at the first-year potential students visiting for orientation, I quickened my steps up the stairs and carelessly heard the thud my books all the way down the stairs, cursing under my breath softly or I thought as when I took the steps down to the bottom, I found a young boy picking up my books and dusting them down lovingly. I couldn’t see his face just as his fluffy black hair was in the way and suddenly, he looked up, his brilliant smile and perfect almond shaped brown eyes, looking down his high nose bridge my heart skipped like a drum at his exquisite chestnut shaped lips. His eyes twinkled a mischievous smile and he awkwardly picked himself up as I reached the bottom step and realised disgruntledly that he was slightly taller than me, but he was athletic in that slim way, all toned legs and slender arms. Gangly but cute, a type I never knew existed. A type I was getting hot for. My wide frame engulfed his own. Smiling wide he cheekily commented handing me back my books.
“Sorry Phi, but I heard you swearing, never knew words like that could come from such a handsome face”.
His thumb tracing circles on the back of my palm, the actions sending warm sparks on the area he touched, I was near enough to see the pupils of his deep brown eyes dilate and my heartbeat increased tenfold, I was utterly captivated and sadly I watched as the beautiful young man was dragged away by friends to carry on the tour but he never looked away from me until he had no choice and turned a corner. I chuckled not every day you meet a mischievous sexy pouty long-limbed temptation and boy was I tempted. Maybe this was the thing or whom I was waiting for.
5:40pm
Slamming the book shut I stretched my large weighty hands up to the ceiling of my condo, the fan silently whirring around, stretching my shoulders higher ridding myself of the tension from sitting for hours reading books and making notes for my first set of classes next week. Satisfied that I was ready and smiling at having a long weekend of popcorn, Netflix and a whole lotta nothing planned. But first supplies, phoning Mama to bring me food was a no. She was out of town with Papa visiting temples and Jom would just make me eat her creations and the last batch gave me indigestion so that was a hard pass.
Picking up my keys and hearing the clink as I shut the door, my wallet, sunglasses, and phone in my pockets I raked my hair with my hands quickly and applied a tinted moisture balm on my lips. I guess I needed water too, my dehydrated lips needed more than just balm.
6:20pm
Walking past the hawker stalls outside the sprawling mall, I heard the sizzle of deliciously seasoned meat, the clang of wok and spatula at work and the pounding of spicy tom yum from the pestle and mortar, but what I really fancied was a huge piece of yummy salmon teriyaki with delicious, steamed rice and vegetable tempura. Smacking my glossy lips in delight I hurriedly marched up the steps and abruptly bumped into a body heading down the stairs, grabbing the slender waist of the figure noticing how their back arch was perfect in my sizable grasp. They smelt like sandalwood and citrus fruit, it stormed my senses knocking me out but once I gazed down at the man in my arms in shock he smirked and laced his arms around my neck and pulled us closer till both our hearts were beating close enough to share the same breath, the hairs on the back of my neck where on end. It was him again, that beautiful cheeky boy from earlier.
His brilliant eyes and wide grin emphasising his perfect white canine teeth captivated me till the mall and the noise, smell and sounds disappeared into the background. He pulled himself closer to my chest almost reminding me of my cute dog snuggling into me and I melted on the spot in a puddle on the floor and God damn it he knew it. Bringing his exquisite pouty lips to my ears he whispered breathlessly,
“Wanna fuck”.
7:05pm
My brown eyed pouty boy was panting as heavily as me as I looked behind him worried that someone would walk through the curtains of the dressing room, the heavy curtains hiding the rails and rails of tuxedos and smart menswear ready for a busy smart rich groom to try on. Turning to face him I chuckled, he was such an enigma, I barely knew him, but I also knew he most definitely wanted me, he wasn’t shy panting my name when we made out. My hands continued roaming all over his body, squeezing his ample ass, the delicious curve of his back, stroking the moles on his chest when he popped a few buttons to allow me access to his sensitive neck and collarbones. I lay butterfly kisses on the hollow of his collarbone all the way up to behind his ear and he let his head fall back, his eyes rolling back as he tried to suppress the noise by biting his lower lip, his exquisitely fuller shaped lower lip.
“PMewwwww, hurry up, I’m going to cum”.
Wait what did he just say, I stopped sucking on his ear lobe and let go of his waist he immediately whined and placed them back, tightly holding onto the collar of my shirt, nudging his nose onto mine, our foreheads touching as he closed his eyes and sighed annoyed.
I suddenly felt his hips swaying, he brought me close and started humming a wedding march, I chuckled at his adorable silliness.
He fluttered open his luscious lashes and beamed his enigmatic smile at him, his eyes shining bright with happiness and bliss.
“I saw you only 5 hours ago for the first time, I’m too sharp to be fooled Nong what is going on and how long have you known me?”
His baby brown eyes clouded over with guilt, and he pouted his pink succulent lips.
“Aow, how did you guess?”
He swept some non-existent fluff off my broad shoulders and laid his fluffy cheek on them again, squeezing us together tighter. I felt like a rag doll or some beloved teddy bear that he couldn’t stop cuddling.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow let’s just cuddle like this till the morning and if you're a good boy, I’ll make you feel good too”. His eyes shone with mischievous need and want, he was so utterly shameless, and I loved it.
Beaming with my own impish grin I pulled him close and kissed him full on his full lips, deepening it till I heard a groan escape him. I was chewing on his delicious lower lips and his hands were squeezing my biceps making pleasurable moans into our mouths. He was either incredibly sensitive to my touch or just horny as hell hormonal kid.
“If you want to make me, feel good then not in public, I’m not as shameless as you”,
Gently squeezing his lips with my thumb and index finger in affection. My silly boy just pursed them together for a kiss and I indulged him with a small peck.
Holding his hand tight in mine and running down the steps from earlier, and as I ran down, I felt my steps were lighter, stress free and happier, maybe I had found that pesky missing piece of the puzzle that would make my life feel complete.
Past midnight
A boy with honey toned thighs and chestnut shaped lips, with mischievous eyes honed on me and me only. When he smiled his eyes sparkled with light and happiness and his voice monotone usually but soft as butter when he was begging me for attention. That night we kissed, stroked, and explored every inch of our bodies, always hungry for more. Watching the eyes roll to the back of his head as I thrust into him gently at first and with every moan of harder and harder till he shivered in climax all over his tummy. I reached my peak soon after, enclosed in the condom, he so cheekily provided when we both made out in the shower earlier on in the evening. Both breathless I kissed his forehead and collapsed on top, enclosing his athletic limbs into mine as he copied me, foreheads touching. He spooned himself against me and lazily drew circles on my palm as it lay under him. Me softly playing with his hair, both in post coital bliss.
“I wanted you the minute I laid eyes on you when you visited my high school for summer program last year. I applied here but my grades were not good enough. I saw my chance when my university had a project here and I applied, you're even more handsome now then last summer”.
He kissed my knuckles and turned to gentle place tender lips to affectionately peck my own no longer dehydrated mouth.
“Your mine now Phi”.
Laying his head down against my broad chest he nuzzled in, and gently closed his beautiful eyes shut, my hands soothing him to sleep.
I closed my eyes and transported back to last summer and the room full of rowdy high school leavers, my presentation on my university as representative long forgotten as I cleared away my belongings, scanning the room one last time as I left. I saw a pair of striking eyes in the crowd possessively looking at me, demanding attention. I smiled at the daring and noted the tanned limbs and pinkish puckered lips aiming in my direction. He was cute, tanned from sports as he wore a football jersey and had braces and pimples on his cheeks. He’ll grow to be a fine young man no doubt. Little did I know he would never let me forget our meeting and as the stars aligned, we lived together forever happily complete and no longer wanting for anything else.
THE END