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Team knew that Win was a touchy person. Ever since they met, if both boys were together, you could almost guarantee Win had his arm slung over Team’s shoulder. By now Team was used to it. He knew when he saw his boyfriend, Win’s arm would be on him in seconds. It was a comfortable feeling. Reassuring.
Often at times the arm would slip down and find itself wrapped around Team’s waist with Win’s hand resting on his hip. If they were with friends, Team would push him off, pretending to be annoyed at the clinginess. Then later they would be wrapped up in each other’s arms, cuddling on Win’s bed.
He hated to admit it and wasn’t good at expressing his feelings to Win, but he loved when his boyfriend would subtly touch him. If a day went by where he didn’t see him, the lack of contact would leave him in a bad mood.
Team thought by this point that he’d memorised every place Win would touch him. The burning feeling of Win’s fingers on his skin was permanently etched into his mind.
But then one day they were in the car on a Friday night, on the way home after swim practice. Dean and Pharm were in the back seat, Pharm giggling to whatever Dean had said.
Stopping at a red light, without even thinking about it, Win stretched his hand out and rested it on Team’s thigh. Team’s stomach was filled with butterflies at the new feeling.
“Hia!” Team whispered, embarrassed. Pushing his hand off, he glanced to the back seat to thankfully find their friends hadn’t been paying attention.
After they dropped their friends off at Pharm’s dorm, they headed home. Stopping in a bit of light traffic, Win dropped his hand to rest in his lap. A few seconds of contemplating and Team was reaching over, grabbing Win’s hand and placing it back on his thigh.
Facing the window, a blush crept up Team’s neck to his cheeks. Win’s hand gave his thigh a small squeeze before he slowly spread his fingers out, grazing just under the fabric of his shorts. He couldn’t see the smirk on Win’s face but he knew it was there.
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Dean, Win, Pharm and Team were already sat at their usual lunch table when Manaow ran over, her lunch almost spilling off her tray.
"Woah. What's the rush?" Pharm laughed once she'd sat down.
"I was just... in the girls bathroom... and I overheard...” Manaow said, trying to catch her breath. She took a few deep breaths before carrying on. "There's a girl that likes Win and apparently she’s going to try and get your attention today at lunch.”
Win just rolled his eyes at the new information. Throwing his arm over Team's shoulder, he leant his head closer to his boyfriends, lowering his voice. "Good luck to her. My attention is unwavering.”
"Hia!" Team protested. Pushing his arm away, he got up. "I'm going to get a drink."
"Can you get me one please?" Win asked, fluttering his eyelashes. Team just rolled his eyes so Win took that as a yes.
Win watched his boyfriend walk away with a smirk on his face before turning back to his friends. Thinking about it, he found it odd that someone was planning on approaching him. Him and Team had been together properly for a few months and even though they hadn't officially announced it and they weren't as obvious as Dean and Pharm, their public behaviour had definitely changed. So much so that their friends had asked them one day if they were dating and they just confirmed it. So he was surprised others hadn't caught on by now.
A few minutes later, after buying both drinks, Team made his way back to their table. But by the time he was a few feet away, he was stopped by a small group of girls.
Win watched for a few moments as the girls obviously flirted with Team while he stood their oblivious. Win wasn't surprised at all. Team was probably the most oblivious person he'd ever met. It took Win ages to convince Team he was flirting with him. Even after they kissed, Team didn't realise Win liked him. Plus he knew how much Team loved him so he wasn't worried in the slightest about the girls.
Manaow exaggeratedly cleared her throat and Win turned his head to look at her. She leant across the table and loudly whispered to him that they were the girls from the bathroom. His mouth formed an O and he nodded before turning back around just in time to see the girl at the front put her hand on Team's bicep.
All rational thinking went out the window when he saw that. He didn't care about people talking to his boyfriend, but he drew the line at touching, especially if it was suggestive. Win knew the girl was only doing it to make him jealous, and it was working, just not the way she hoped.
The girl turned her head, catching Win's eye. With a small smile on her face, she slowly dragged her hand down Team's arm, stopping at his wrist. Win gripped the edges of his seat, stopping himself from going over there and ripping her hand off his boyfriends arm.
However when he looked from the girl to Team, he saw him looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. Team wasn't the best in social situations when strangers were involved and Win could tell by the look in his eyes that he was uncomfortable and wanted help. Win promptly got up from his seat and made his way over to Team, acting like he had only just seen the group standing there.
Once he was next to Team he put his arm around his waist and pulled him closer, causing the girl to drop her hand from his wrist.
"Hi P’Win! What’re you doing here?" The girl asked, pretending like her whole plan wasn't to make him come over. She twirled a piece of hair around her finger while she waited for his answer.
"Just came to get my drink from Team.” Win told her before he plucked the drink from Team's hand and took a quick sip. Win licked his lips after and couldn't help but notice Team's stare. He smirked, leant in and gave Team a quick peck. "Thanks baby.”
Team looked just about as shocked as the girls. Win looked at them and smiled triumphantly before grabbing Team's hand and pulling him back to the table, not waiting around for them to say anything else.
As he sat them both down, he could hear their friends laughing quietly but he only paid attention to Team. "Are you okay?"
Team just nodded. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Win wrapped his arm around Team's waist and pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Team blushed fiercely. Win expected to be pushed away, however, Team opted to bury his head in Win's shoulder.
Win felt a shiver go down his spine from Team’s breath on his neck. After a few moments, Team shuffled so he was still lent on his boyfriends shoulder but so he could continue eating. Win picked up a crisp from the bag and brought it up to Team's mouth. He took it with a shy smile, wanting to hide in Win's shoulder again but wanting to eat too.
Win continued feeding his boyfriend with one hand while the other rubbed slow circles in his hip with this thumb. He pretended he couldn't see Manaow taking pictures but would get her to send them to him later.
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Win and Team had flirted around each other for four months, Win's crush blossoming into real feelings by the time he was brave enough to ask Team out. Team had been nervous at first, this was his first relationship and he knew what his friends were like. To avoid the teasing, Win and Team decided to keep their relationship a secrect.
By the time they'd been together for a month, Win was ready to tell their friends. He wanted people to know Team was his but he knew his boyfriend wasn't quite ready yet so he didn't bring it up.
They'd been together for two months when Win started getting anxious. He knew from the beginning that Team was the one for him. He never wanted anyone else again. He'd had relationships before but Team was his longest and he was scared of how much he already loved him. Scared that Team would think they were moving too fast if he told him. He was scared to loose him.
By the time they'd been together three months, Win's anxiety had gotten worse. Team had noticed something was wrong but Win told him he was fine. He was not ready to tell his boyfriend he had an irrational fear of him leaving, especially since he'd been nothing but loving towards Win.
Win believed he could fix everything himself. He didn't need to get Team involved in the stupid thoughts he was having. He usually would've talked to Dean if Team couldn't help but that would mean revealing to his friend that he was dating their junior.
He hadn't felt anxious in about a week and hoped that meant he was feeling better. He pretended he didn't know it was because they didn't have classes for two weeks and Team had slept over every night.
Deciding to make the most of their break from exams and essays, Win, Team and their friends went to a festival just outside town. They enjoyed listening to the music and dancing stupidly with each other and Win completely forgot about his worries for the moment.
Towards the end of the night, most of the group had gone off to find food which left Win and Team together. Team was listening to a band he liked but Win needed the bathroom so he excused himself and told Team he'd meet him back there.
The line for the bathroom was long and by the time Win made his way back to the concert area, the band's had changed. He looked for Team where he'd left him but after 10 minutes of walking around, he started to panic. He knew he was being silly. He knew Team hadn't just left him there, he probably just got distracted and wandered off. But now Win was alone in a crowd of unfamiliar faces and once he started spiralling, he couldn't stop.
He made his way towards the food stalls. Finding a quiet corner against a wall, Win sunk to the ground and pulled his knees to his chest, tears silently streaming down his face. When a warm hand touched his arm, he looked up into the eyes of the man he loved. In a second, he pulled Team into a bone crushing hug. He knew he'd have to explain himself to his boyfriend, there was no getting out of this but he would enjoy the feeling of holding him until then.
After they got back to Win’s dorm, Team sat him down on the edge of the bed and went to the small kitchen. Coming back with a glass of water, Win thanked him and took small sips.
"What happened?" Team asked.
"It's really stupid.”
"If it's making you upset, it's not stupid." Team told him, taking the empty glass from Win's hand and replacing it with his own.
"I love you.” Win started.
"I love you too." Team replied reassuringly but let his boyfriend carry on.
"I'm pretty sure I've loved you since I first saw you at the swim club tryouts. It scares me sometimes when I think about how much I really love you. I know we've not been together that long so l didn't say anything because I didn't want to scare you off."
Win paused to take a deep breath then carried on. "I've been having some anxiety recently and been worrying you might eventually leave me so earlier at the festival when I came back and you weren't there I just panicked."
"Oh Hia.” Team reached up to cup Win's cheek. "I wish you'd told me before. I love you so much too. I don't want anyone else, trust me. You and me until the end."
The few tears Win was holding back fell at Team's words. He brought his hand up to rest on top of his boyfriends and smiled brightly at him. "Until the end."
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It had been just over a week since Team had seen Win properly. Win had exams before their two week break from school and Team had insisted he should sleep in his own room so he didn't distract his boyfriend from studying.
Win had declined saying he would be fine but Team knew himself. He couldn't be in Win's room, looking at him, without needing to have some sort of physical contact so even if it meant he would miss seeing Win, it was better if Team just wasn't there.
Team had wanted to see Win on the Saturday, mostly to just lay in bed and cuddle all day but Win was celebrating the end of exams with Dean and Pruk so Team invited Pharm and Manaow over instead.
Pharm and Manaow had come over early to try and get Team's mind off the fact he hadn't spoken to Win in nearly 24 hours. When that didn't work from inside his room, they decided to drag him outside instead.
As they headed out the apartment building into the car park, they came face to face with Dean and Pruk.
"P'Dean. What're you doing here?" Pharm asked.
"We’re here to get Win." Dean replied.
"I thought he was meeting at yours?" Team questioned.
"He was supposed to, but he didn't turn up and he's not answering his phone." Dean told him.
A panicked look made it's way onto Team's face. "I was texting him yesterday afternoon but haven't heard anything since then. I assumed he just crashed straight after class but he hasn't texted me this morning either."
Without another word, the group turned and made their way back into the building. After taking the lift up, Team walked towards Win's room with purpose, the others followed a few steps behind.
Stopping infront of Win's door, Team knocked a few times, getting no answer.
"Hia? Are you in there?' Team called, knocking again. After still no answer, Team pulled out his key to Win's room and unlocked the door.
Team pushed the door open slightly, peaking in to make sure the others didn't see him changing or something. Team let out a small sigh of relief before turning to his friends, bringing a finger to his lips and pushing the door open more to revel Win still curled up in bed asleep.
Dean let out a little laugh as he rolled his eyes and turned to Pruk. "I guess it's just you and me then."
Team walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hia. Wake up, Hia. P'Dean and P’Pruk are here. You were supposed to go out with them today."
Win attempted to open his eyes and made a pained noise in the process. With concern, Team lifted his hand to brush the hair off his boyfriends forehead and gasped when he felt how hot he was.
"Hia! I think you have a fever. Are you sick?"
Win just moaned as he pulled the blanket higher up under his chin.
Team sighed at the sight of his boyfriend wrapped up in his blanket. He was clearly sick and he looked so small and vunerable. Team just wanted to wrap him up in his arms and take care of him until he was better.
Remembering he wasn't the only one in the room, he turned back to their group of friends who were still waiting in the doorway. "I think I'm just going to stay here and look after him if that's okay?"
"Of course. We'll see you both when P’Win's better." Manaow said.
"Yeah. When he wakes up, tell him we'll go out another day instead.” Pruk told him and Dean nodded in agreement.
Team just nodded at them and smiled. Pruk and Manaow left first and Team got up to close the door as the other two turned to leave.
"We hope he feels better soon.” Pharm said, looking back over his shoulder. Turning back around, Pharm linked his hand with Dean's and shuffled closer. "So now we have no plan's, what do you want to do?"
"Oh, I have an idea.”
“P'Dean!"
Team chuckled as he closed the door softly and made his way back to the bed. He slowly ran his fingers through Win's hair like he knew he liked and heard him sigh contentedly in his sleep.
"Don't worry Hia. I'm going to take care of you."
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Team
It had taken a lot of convincing but Team, Pharm and Manaow had eventually talked their partners into taking a well deserved break and going away for a weekend. Except now Team sat in a bar with his friends feeling guilty for thinking about his boyfriend when he should be enjoying himself too.
Team looked over at his friends from the bar while he ordered himself a soft drink, thinking about how he was going to have to drag them both home later. Pharm didn't get too bad when he was drunk, he usually just played it up infront of Dean so that he'd coddle him. Manaow on the other hand, was a sloppy drunk and would fight her own shadow if she thought it looked at her funny.
Team didn't like to drink, he preferred to watch his friends as they embarrassed themselves but his favourite part of being completely sober was enjoying how extra clingy and soft Win would get. He loved his boyfriends almost permanent smirk and cheeky personality but also loved when he'd just hold his hand tightly in bed and brush the hair out his face while he stared into Team's eyes.
As if Team's thinking had summoned him, his phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket to a text from Win.
From: Hia ❤️
I miss you x
What are you doing tonight? x
To: Hia ❤️
Out with Pharm and Manaow, watching them get drunk x
Miss you too x
From: Hia ❤️
I wish you were here x
To: Hia ❤️
Go have fun with your friends x
From: Hia ❤️
You too. Be safe. I'll talk to you later x
Team slipped his phone back in his pocket, sparing a glance at his friends to make sure they were still there before he turned back to the bar and ordered his drink.
As he waited for his drink, someone sat down on the stool next to him and started talking. He turned and saw it was a guy from one of their classes, although he couldn't remember his name. Relieved it wasn't just some drunk guy trying to chat him up, they spoke for a while.
As the guy spoke about one of their class assignments, Team's mind wandered back to Win. Usually Win helped him with his assignments if he was struggling but half the time he got distracted by the way Win looked when he was in teacher mode.
With that thought in mind, Team moved foreword and leant his chin on his hand, day dreaming about what they'd be doing if Win was here right now.
A smile made it's way onto his face and not three seconds later, there was a pair of lips on his. He flinched back with a shocked look and pushed his classmate back towards his own stool.
"What the hell are you doing?" Team almost shouted, but he didn't want to draw attention. "You know I have a boyfriend!"
The boy looked around for a few seconds. He turned back to Team, a smirk on his face. “I don't see P'Win here."
Team just scoffed and turned away, making his way over to his friends who had apparently seen the encounter. Manaow was already out of her seat, Pharm just behind her, trying to stop what ever she was about to do. She stormed up to the bar and tapped the guy on the shoulder. The second he turned around, a slap landed on his cheek and she shouted about not kissing someone without their permission.
Pharm moved foreword and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the door where Team couldn't leave quick enough. Team dropped his friends off at their apartments without saying a word and made his way back to his own room. He kicked his shoes off as soon as he got in and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck as tears started welling up in his eyes.
He replayed the scene over and over in his head. What was he supposed to tell Win? He'd sat and talked to his classmate for a while. They had laughed and joked about stuff. Had he given him the wrong impression? Sent him some sort of signal? Had he cheated on Win?
Hours later and Team couldn't fall asleep with the guilt he was feeling from the events that played out earlier. He got out of bed, slipped his shoes on and went up one floor to Win's room where he buried his head in his boyfriends pillow and eventually fell asleep.
When Team woke up on the Sunday, he had a few messages from Win letting him know what they were doing in the morning, what time they'd be back and asking if Team would be staying in his room that night.
Team didn’t know what to reply. He didn’t want his messages to make Win suspicious and he hadn’t figured out how he was going to confess to him yet so he just replied that he would be in his room when he got back and didn’t reply to any of Win's follow up messages.
Win
Win had been texting Team throughout the day and it was like talking to a brick wall. He'd got one sentence back all day and started worrying if his boyfriend was okay. They'd talked at least every two hours since Win had left with Dean and Pruk on Friday afternoon. The last time he spoke to him properly was Saturday night when Team said he was at a bar with his friends. He wanted to ask if something had happened but he didn't think Team would reply anyway so he decided to wait until he got back.
When he arrived back to his room earlier than expected, he found Team sat at Win's desk, homework spread out. It was obvious Team hadn't noticed him come in as he was still sat with his head in his hands, pulling slightly at his hair.
Win dropped his bag on the bed and made his way over, placing his hands on Team's shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. The action caused Team to jump and Win assumed it was from being surprised. Team tensed slightly before relaxing and turned the chair, looking up at Win.
"No welcome home hug?” Win half joked but secretly he wanted to hold him in his arms after not seeing him for two days.
Team gave him a small smile and got up. Wrapping his arms around Win’s waist, he ducked his head to rest on his chest. Win instantly knew something was wrong. He knew his boyfriend liked to be held in this specific position when he was upset. Not wanting to press him for details though, he just pulled Team closer and held him tighter.
That night, Win wrapped Team up in his arms in bed, missing the feeling. Team had been unsually quiet since he got back. Win had asked if he was okay but he said he was fine then went to take a shower. Win hoped Team would open up to him soon so he could try and help.
As the week went on, the obvious gap between them got bigger. Win noticed Team barely wanted to hug or kiss him and would ignore all his other advances. Team had also started sleeping on the other end of the bed, out of Win’s arms. Win had trouble sleeping, thoughts running through his mind about what could have caused the change in his boyfriends behaviour. Being awake most of the night, he would see Team toss and turn as he had a bad dream. He would comfort him until he fell back into a relaxed sleep then Team would subconciously roll back away from him.
During a study session with Dean the next Friday afternoon, Win found himself thinking about Team again instead of concentrating on his work.
Win sighed, put his pen down and ran a hand through his hair. "I think Team is going to break up with me.”
Dean stilled mid sentence and looked up at his friend. "What? Why?"
"He's been acting really strange since we got back last weekend. I spoke to him Saturday night and he was fine then Sunday he only texted me back once and I sent him like 30 messages. Now he doesn't want to hug or kiss me, he won't cuddle in bed and he barely says two words to me.” Win told him.
Dean looked like he was having an internal struggle about whether he should speak and when Win just raised an eyebrow at him, he sighed.
"I was hoping Team would tell you himself but I can't watch you suffer. Pharm told me that when they were out last weekend, a guy kissed Team and he's apparently been thinking that he cheated on you. Pharm told him to talk to you but he said he didn't know how." Dean confessed.
Win took a few moments to process what Dean had told him. He went from sad that his boyfriend was carrying around guilt for something he didn't do to angry at the guy that did it to him.
"Who was it? I'm going to kill him." Win glared, getting out of his chair, ready to storm out.
Dean gave him a look that made him stop. "I don't know who it is, someone from one of their classes. Don't worry though, Pharm said Manaow handled it."
"Should I go and talk to him?” Win questioned, still stood over the table.
"Maybe just leave him a bit longer. He's obviously not ready to talk about it if he's not brought it up yet."
Win nodded, thanked his friend and sat down to attempt more work.
Two days later is when Win finally cracked. He'd been watching Team constantly and could see he wasn't his usual upbeat self even when they were with their friends. But now in Win's room, Win sat on his bed and Team at the desk, he could see how uncomfortable he looked. His shoulders were permanently tensed, he wouldn't look Win in the eye and he avoided asking questions about his work even when Win could tell he was struggling.
Wanting to see his happy boyfriend again, Win tried starting a conversation to clear the air. "You seem uncomfortable, Team. Is there something you want to talk about?"
Team tensed even more than Win thought possible then suddenly his shoulders were shaking and he started crying. Win's eyes widened and he was off the bed and at Team's side in less than three seconds.
He pulled him up and over to the bed. Sitting them both down, he took Teams hands in his. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I cheated on you, Hia. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.” Team blurted out through sobs.
"Tell me what happened, love." Win told him. Win knew none of it was Team's fault but he hoped by having him say it out loud, he would realise that he didn't do anything wrong.
"I was sat at the bar, talking to someone from class. We were talking for a while and I leant foreward to lean on my hand and he kissed me.” Team confessed. "I'm sorry, Hia."
"Baby, you didn't do anything wrong, okay? You didn't cheat on me. It only counts if you wanted it as well." He informed his boyfriend.
"I didn't!" Team almost shouted, jumping up.
Win gently pulled on Team's arm to sit him back down. He lifted his hand to stroke his hair. "I know."
Win guides Teams head to his chest and continued stroking his hair until he had calmed down.
"So you don't want to break up with me?" Team asked.
Win pulled away slightly to look into Team's eyes. He wiped the remaining tears from his cheeks. "Of course not, baby. I love you, okay? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I love you too." Team replied, leaning his forehead against Win's.
They stayed in that position for a few moments before Team leaned in and pressed his lips against Win's. Win enjoyed the action after feeling disconnected from his boyfriend for a week.
Content to just share a small kiss for now, Win stayed where he was. However, Team deepened the kiss and pushed Win slowly back onto the bed. They both shuffled backwards towards the pillows to be more comfortable. Win kept the kiss as slow as possible, deciding now was not the right time for either of them.
Stroking his hand up and down Team's back, they kissed for a few more moments before Team pulled back and looked at Win, the exhaustion evident on his face, probably mirroring his own.
"I'm tired, Hia.”
"I know, baby."
Win pulled Team's head to his chest. He stroked through his hair, whispering how much he loved him as he felt Team’s breath even out. He stayed awake a while longer, admiring his boyfriend, before he tightened both his arms around Team’s waist and fell asleep as well.
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Chapter 6: WinTeam - My Prince
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Win and Team had been best friends for five years. They met at a ball held by Win's father, King Wanichakarnjonkul, to find a suitable wife for their eldest son Wan.
Win and Team had become quick friends and wanted to spend all their time together. However, being from different areas of the kingdom and them only being 13 and 16 at the time, they had to make the most of the time they spent together when their parents were in meetings.
As they got older and Win was trusted to take care of Team, they would sneak away together for hours at a time. Instead of performing his royal duties, Win would be with Team, usually swimming at their favourite lake buried deep in the woods.
As soon as Win turned 21, Team knew the invitation would arrive. He had mentally prepared himself for the hurt he would feel. The king was throwing a ball to find a wife for Win.
As Team read the paper over and over, his tears started to fall. It really sucked being in love with your best friend.
The day of the ball came and Team dressed in his best suit. He plastered on his best smile and entered the ballroom with his parents. The ballroom was practically empty, only some lower class people like himself. There was nothing royal about Team or his family. His father was a tradesman and provided a lot of materials for the royal family. They were well off but not well know, which is why they got a lot of looks at these events. Team assumed the only reason they were invited was because of the friendship between his father and the King.
Team knew how these things worked. Being some of the first people to arrive, they must wait for everyone else to be announced. First to arrive would be the multitude of Princesses that will try to grab Win's attention. Most will be accompanied by their parents, trying to marry off their daughters to climb higher up the royal ladder. Others have been pining after Win for years. Not that Team was any different, he'd been pining for years too, he was just a bit more subtle.
Once all the girls had arrived, next would be the King and his wife. The room would fall silent as the announcement was made. Once they’d entered, they would make their way around the room, greeting guests and making small talk.
It would still be a while yet before Win would arrive, making his grand entrance. Team’s parents had left him about an hour ago to socialise and he’d been at their table, alone, ever since. Getting impatient, Team looked around and when he noticed no one was even glancing in his direction, he snuck out.
Having spent a lot of the last five years at this palace, he knew it like the back of his hand. Making his way down the south corridor, he greeted the staff that walked by. Nearing Win’s room, he noticed a few dressers going in and out, probably putting the finishing touches on Win’s royal outfit.
He walked up to the room, and greeted the man stood outside. “Hello Marcus.”
Marcus bowed his head slightly and smiled. “Good evening N’Team. What can I do for you?”
“Just here to see P’Win.” Team told him.
“I’m afraid Prince Phawin is getting ready for the ball. Perhaps you could greet him there.” Marcus suggested.
“I have seen Hia getting ready multiple times, I’m sure it would be fine.” Team explained before feeling guilty for not addressing Win properly in front of his guard.
Before anything else could be said, the bedroom door opened to reveal Win’s personal dresser, Prem. “I will let them know you are ready Prince Phawin and send a guard to collect you shortly.”
“Thank you, P’Prem.” Win looked over his dressers shoulder and smiled brightly when he saw Team. “Please send N’Team in.”
Prem stepped aside to allow Team in and he hid a smug smile as he passed the guard, not wanting to seem disrespectful. Once Prem had left and closed the door, Team heard Win sigh loudly.
“I really don’t want to do this, Team.” He confessed.
Team resisted the urge to tell him not to. To suggest they stay locked in the bedroom and refuse anyone that wanted to marry Win. But he couldn’t do that. So instead he took a deep breath and walked towards where Win was standing by the balcony.
“Oh come on. It might not be that bad.” Win just gave him a look and Team laughed. “Yeah, okay. P’Wan’s was a disaster but he still found a wife and they’re very happy!”
“I just know I won’t be happy with any of them. I can’t love them the way I love-“ Win cut himself off by clearing his throat and turned away.
Oh.
“You already love someone?” Team asked quietly, hoping his voice wasn’t giving away the fact his heart was breaking.
Silence filled the room for a few moments before Win turned back around and looked directly at Team. “Yes.”
“Are they here tonight?” Team questioned.
“Yes.” Taking a chance, Win took a step forward, eyes still locked with Team’s.
“Do I know them?”
“Yes, very well actually.” Another step.
Was it one of their other friends? How could he have been so stupid. Hoping one day that his best friend might suddenly return his feelings but instead he loved someone else.
As Team had an internal struggle, he failed to notice Win had stepped up in front of him, both hands on the balcony railing, essentially boxing him in. Team looked up when he finally felt his presence in front of him.
“Hia, what are you doing?” Team flushed from their position. Win dangerously close for his heart to handle. Team flicked his eyes down quickly to Win’s lips causing the other boy to do the same. Taking an extra second to stare, by the time he looked back up, Win’s eyes were still on his and Team failed to notice the gesture.
“Team, I lo-“
There was a knock at the door, making Win jump and step a few feet away from Team. Team let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and willed Win to stand close to him again.
Win straightened himself up before calling for whoever was at the door to come in.
“We are ready for you, Prince Phawin.” Marcus, the guard, informed.
“Thank you.” Win said, turning back to Team. He opened his mouth to speak again but Team beat him to it.
“I will go first then.” Team said quickly before rushing out of the room. He practically sprinted back to the ballroom, slowing down only when he passed other guests. He slipped back in unnoticed and sat back down at his table where his parents were still nowhere to be seen.
A few minutes later and the crowd silenced as Win was announced. The doors at the top of the stairs opened slowly to reveal Win, looking more beautiful than before, if that was even possible. He descended the stairs gracefully, eyes catching with Team’s for a few seconds before he reached the bottom where his parents stood.
The King gave a short speech, thanking everyone for attending and introduced his son again. He told them that introductions would start shortly and reminded everyone that by the end of the night, Win would have found his bride.
Team forgot about that part. Forgot that Win had to choose this evening and the couple would be announced to everyone at the end of the night. Team’s heart broke, wishing he could be the one his best friend chose. A stray tear fell from his eye and he wiped it away quickly, hoping no one noticed. But when he looked up, his eyes locked with Win who stared at him intently.
As soon as the King had finished his speech, Win was whisked away to meet all the beautiful Princesses that were eager to win his heart. Team tried to look like he wasn’t sulking but he wasn’t sure he was conveying that very well. The few people that came to greet him, took one look at his face and left in a hurry. Even his parents chose to leave him alone again after he wouldn’t engage in conversation.
It had been three hours since Team spoke to Win last and he hadn’t moved from his spot. Desperately needing the bathroom but not wanting to interact with others, be made his way to Win’s bedroom and used his private one.
After he was finished, he came back into the main room and saw Win sat on the sofa, hands pulling frustratingly at his perfectly styled hair.
“Hia? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you with your guests?” Team questioned.
Win looked up at him then and Team could see the sadness in his eyes. “I’m going to refuse to marry.”
“Hia, you can’t do that.” Team was shocked. He’d never heard of a Prince refusing to marry before.
“I can and I will!” Win shouted. Team flinched at the noise and took a step back.
A guilty look flashed across Win’s face as he got up and moved towards Team, grabbing his hand and bringing it to lay on his chest. “I refuse to marry any of those girls. They are not the one I love and I will not subject one of them to a loveless marriage. I will not marry a stranger. I want to marry someone that I know everything about and that knows me too.”
Team took a shaky breath, tears building in his eyes. “Hia, what are you saying?”
“I want to marry you, Team. I love you wholeheartedly. I love your smile when you laugh and the relaxed look on your face when you’re sleeping. I love the way you admire the flowers even though you’ve seen them a hundred times. I love the way you stick out your tongue when you’re concentrating and how you can always make me happy just by being here. I love how to you I’m Hia, not Prince Phawin and you treat me like a real person and not just a pawn. I am completely and without a doubt in love with you.”
Team couldn’t stop the tears from falling at Win’s confession. He tried to speak but the lump in his throat prevented it so instead he took Win’s other hand and brought it up to his chest and laid it over his heart. He hoped Win could feel how fast it was beating.
Win smiled shyly and looked at Team’s lips for a brief second before taking a step forward. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
When Team didn’t say anything, Win raised an eyebrow at him in question.
Taking a deep breath, Team closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Win’s. It was a slow kiss and neither tried to deepen it, content to just enjoy the moment. Their first kiss.
Team pulled back slightly and rest his head against Win’s. “I love you.”
After a few moments of staring into each other’s eyes, bright smiles on both their faces, they closed the space again for another kiss. This time it was more fervent. Years of yearning for the other slipping out at once. Win licked Team’s lips and Team opened his mouth instantly. Win’s hands wrapped around Team’s waist and pulled him impossibly close. Team’s hands ran through Win’s already messy hair and tugged slightly, earning a moan from Win.
Deciding that was the best sound Team had ever heard, he was determined to hear it again. Team pushed Win back slowly until the back of his legs hit the sofa and he sat down, pulling Team to straddle his lap. Breaking the kiss, Team moved to Win’s neck, softly kissing along his jaw line, careful not to leave any marks. Win moaned and just as he had snaked his hand up the back of Team’s shirt, a knock was heard at the door causing them to break apart.
Win sighed as he looked up at Team who had a blush on his cheeks. He smiled softly at him, giving him a quick peck before Team moved so Win could go to the door. Halfway there, Team stopped him silently, straightening his clothes and smoothing out his hair as much as possible.
Team quickly made himself look presentable as Win opened the door. “P’Marcus. What can I do for you?”
Marcus peered into the room and saw Team sitting on the sofa. Win cleared his throat to bring his attention back. “Your father has requested your presence back at the party. He would like me to inform you that he has chosen a bride and needs your approval.”
Team tensed in his seat and he could see Win do the same. “Please tell my father I would like to speak with him and mother before I rejoin the party.”
The guard just nodded and bowed before he left hastily to deliver the message. Win sighed as he closed the door and went back to Team’s side.
“What are you going to tell your parents?” Team asked, worriedly.
“I’m going to tell them the truth. That I don’t want to marry one of those girls. That I love you and want to be with you.” Win told him, taking Team’s hand between his own. Team smiled and rest his head on Win’s shoulder contently. They stayed in that position before Win’s parents arrived 10 minutes later.
Win dropped Team’s hand as they both stood up to greet his parents. Once the small talk about how well the party was going was out the way, Win changed the subject.
“Mother, father, I have something I need to tell you.” Win told them. His father gestured for him to continue. “I don’t want to marry one of those Princesses.”
“What’s the problem, son?”
“I love someone else.” Win confessed, subtly interlocking his fingers with Team’s on the sofa between them.
“Why didn’t you just say so! Who is she? Do we know her parents?” His father questioned.
“Honey.” His mother spoke, placing her hand on her husbands arm and gesturing towards the boys hands. “I don’t think it’s a girl, dear.”
He looked down and with a shocked look, saw their hands. The room was silent for what felt like minutes before Win’s mother spoke again. “Darling, is Team the one you love?”
“Yes, mae.” Win stared at his lap, not wanting to see his fathers reaction.
“Team, what about you?” She questioned. Win lifted his head to see Team already looking at him with so much love and adoration.
“I love him too, mae.” Team replied, a smile growing on his face.
“I’m happy for you two.” Both boys turned their heads in shock at Win’s fathers words.
“Me too.” His mother agreed.
“Thank you both.” Win moved to give them both a hug.
“We will start preparations for the wedding tomorrow.” His father declared.
“Actually, I was hoping we could hold off for a bit. Team is still young and I don’t want to rush him if he’s not ready.” Win explained.
“Of course, darling. We will leave you alone but the party is almost over. Please join us soon so we can at least have the honour of announcing the engagement.” His mother told him. He nodded with a smile and turned back to Team once they’d left.
“What’s that about me not being ready? I will marry you right now.” They both laughed and Win joined Team back on the sofa.
“I know. So would I. But I’m not being robbed of the chance to propose properly.” Win grinned at the blush that made its way on to Team’s face and lent in for a kiss, picking up from where they left off.
30 minutes later and they were both stood outside the large doors to the ballroom, waiting for Win’s father to announce their engagement. Team was nervous to say the least. Everyone in that room was expecting the doors to open and see Win with a beautiful girl on his arm. Except it would just be Team. Team couldn’t be happier that Win loved him too and that they were going to spend their life together but people could be mean, especially Princesses when they don’t get what they want.
A team of dressers rushed round them, straightening clothes, fixing hair and attempting to cover a mark Win had left on Team’s neck. Win smirked as he saw his make up artist struggle to match his colour concealer to Team’s skin but she got their in the end. You would have to be standing very close to Team to notice the slight difference and now that Win had him, he didn’t want anyone else too close.
“I love you, Team.”
“I love you too, Hia.”
A horn sounded behind the doors and they could hear the room fall quiet. Squeezing Team’s hand, Win took a deep breath to calm his excitement. Win could hear his father addressing the room softly before he raised his voice to announce the couple.
“May I please present to you, my son Prince Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul and his fiancé, Team Siriyothin.”
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Off and Gun have just arrived back at Off’s place after a busy day of shopping. They put their bags down before Gun heads to the kitchen, pulling two drinks from the fridge. He returns to the living room and hands one to Off.
"I'm going to put my clothes away, Papi.” Gun tells him, picking his bags up again.
"Okay, I'll start on dinner." Off replies, getting up from the sofa and making his way to the kitchen, grabbing the groceries on the way.
Gun made his way to Off's bedroom, which was practically his too at this point. He has his own night stand, they share a wardrobe and they even have their own sides of the bed. If you walked around Off's apartment, you would see signs of Gun everywhere. Bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen. Gun would often go back to his own house, with Off in tow of course, to spend time with his family and grab more of his things. But he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept anywhere but in Off's bed with his boyfriends arms wrapped around him.
Downstairs, Off had just started chopping vegetables for dinner when he heard Gun come into the room. He turned to see Gun had changed into one of the outfits he had brought him that day.
"Ohh, baby. You look so good. Why did you get changed though? Are we supposed to go out again?"
"No Papi. I just wanted to take some pictures for instagram. Can you help?" Gun put on his best puppy dog eyes and how could Off possibly say no to that face. He just nodded and took Gun's phone when he handed it to him, following him into the living room.
Gun posed by the blank wall behind the sofa while Off moved around and took multiple pictures. Satisfied with the pictures, he handed the phone back to Gun who started scrolling. Before Off could turn back to the kitchen, he heard Gun groan and saw a pout on his face.
"Did I not get the right angle, baby?” Off asked.
"No, the angle was great, thank you. The lightings just bad in here right now.” Gun explained, gesturing to the window where the sun had almost set.
Gun is silent for a moment, before the pout on his lips in replaced by an expression that is one of Off’s favourites. The mere look on Gun's face is making him excited.
"I know where there's better lighting." Gun tells him, a small smirk on his face.
"Where?" Off asks, already knowing the answer.
"Your bedroom." Gun replies with a wink, turning and leaving the room. Off is following behind in an instant, completely forgetting about dinner.
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Chapter 8: WinTeam - Misunderstanding
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Request by: sabrina123.
I had two ideas for this one. At first I couldn’t figure out what to write for Win being an asshole which is how this one was written. I had the idea for the second one after writing this so hopefully that’ll turn out more like the prompt. I hope you enjoy both either way!
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"So you love him then?" Dean asked Win. They were at a bar with Pharm and Team and Dean had seen the change in the way his best friend looked at his boyfriend.
Team and Pharm had just left the table to go to the bathroom so Dean took the opportunity to ask.
Win quickly looked behind him to make sure their boyfriends weren't on their way back. "I love him more than you love pharm."
"Okay, not possible. Why don't you tell him?”
"I don't want to scare him off. We've been together a few months but he's never had a relationship before. I'm taking it slow for him, which I'm fine with, but I don't want him to feel like I'm rushing him." Win explained.
Dean just nodded as his friend took a breath before carrying on. "I'm fine with where we are now and once he's ready, I'll make sure he knows how I feel. God, he's so beautiful and he just lights up my whole world when I see him. I have to physically stop myself from hugging and kissing him in public because of what he does to me. It's so frustrating, I can’t even look at him sometimes.”
“Yeah, you need to tell Team." Dean told him, a stunned expression on his face from his friends confession. He’d never seen him like this.
"I'm going to see if they want another drink. Do you want anything?" Pharm asked as they made their way back to the table.
"Yeah, I'll come with you. Let me just grab my-.“ Team stopped abruptly around the corner from their table when he heard his boyfriend talking.
"…so frustrating. I can't even look at him sometimes."
“Yeah, you need to tell Team." Dean said.
Team was quiet for a minute and Pharm saw the expression on his face. "I know what you're thinking. I'm sure he didn't mean it like that.”
"I'm gonna go home. Sorry Pharm." Team said quickly. Pharm didn't even have time to reply before Team was rushing away to the table.
Team grabbed his phone, wallet and keys before turning to face the two guys. "I'm going home. I'll see you later.”
Dean and Win stared in shock as Team rushed out. Pharm sat down in his spot next to Dean with an awkward look on his face.
Win started getting up to go after him. "I should go after him. He looked upset.”
"I think he is upset but I'm not sure he would want to talk to you right now." Pharm told them quietly.
"Why not?" Win snapped.
Dean glared at him before turning to Pharm and taking his hand. "What happened?"
Pharm glanced up at Win before looking back down at his hands. "We were coming back from the bathroom and Team heard you and P’Win talking.”
Both boys were silent so Pharm looked up to see a shocked look on Win's face. “Shit. He heard what I said?" Pharm just nodded.
“What should I do? I knew it was too soon and now I've scared him off.”
"Just explain that you didn't want to rush him and that you weren't going to say anything yet". Dean suggested.
"Wait, what are you two talking about?" Pharm was majorly confused.
"Team heard me tell Dean that I love him?” Win questioned.
Pharm signed in relief before he became worried. "That's not what we heard at all. All he heard was you say that he frustrates you."
"I need to go home and talk to him." Win said, picking up his stuff off the table.
"Hold on, I'll give you a ride. Team brought you didn't he?" Dean asked.
"Yeah he did. Thanks."
The three of them left in Dean's car. He dropped Win off at his dorm first before going home with Pharm.
Once Win was out of the car, he immediately went to Team's room. After knocking for a few minutes and getting no answer, he made his way up to his own room, hoping his boyfriend was there.
As he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Team sat on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. Win quietly closed the door and took his shoes off.
Before Win could say anything, Team spoke up. "Are you going to break up with me?" He quickly wiped away the tears that started spilling.
Win quickly made his way to his bed and shuffled to sit on his knees infront of Team. He brought his hands up to Team's cheeks and gently lifted his head until they locked eyes. He leant in slowly and kissed Team with so much love that he hoped Team could feel.
"I never want to break up with you, Team."
"But-"
Win took Team's hands in his. "I'm really sorry that what you heard upset you, baby. But it was a complete misunderstanding. I wasn't going to say anything yet because I don't want you to feel rushed but I need to explain."
Win stayed silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I love you Team. So much. That's what I was talking to Dean about. I told him I was happy to go at your speed because I don't want to put pressure on you. I know this is your first relationship and I know it scares you sometimes. But I love you so much I sometimes can't even look at you otherwise I will kiss you in public. That's what makes me frustrated. More at myself because I know in those moments I’m only thinking about myself and not how it would make you feel."
Win finishes his confession and looks at Team for his reaction. He doesn't say anything but Win sees tears streaming down his face and surprisingly a small smile.
Team lifts his hands and pulls Win in for another kiss, just as lovingly as the first. Pulling back, Team rests their foreheads together. "I love you so much too, Hia."
Win sighs in relief and pulls them both down to lay on the bed. They shuffle around, cuddling with Win’s chest to Team's back with his arms around his waist.
Team plays with Win's fingers for a few moments before he rolls over and places a small kiss on Win’s lips. "I'm going to marry you one day Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul.”
Win pulls Team in tight and runs a hand through his hair.
Team pretends he doesn't notice Win's silent tears.
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Off was confused and a little upset. He hadn't seen Gun in days and it was starting to feel like he was avoiding him. On the first day, he just assumed Gun had an extra tight schedule and didn't have time to see him, which he understood. But he had asked if Gun wanted to have dinner together and the younger said he was still busy. Off understood again but by the time day four had come, he'd only seen Gun for about 5 seconds here and there before he'd run off in the opposite direction.
Off grew more worried over the days, noticing Gun looked sad most of the time. More than once he'd round a corner to see Gun with a pout on his face. The smaller boy would see Off and his whole face would brighten up, instinctively taking a step towards him before he stopped. Off would see the pained expression on his face as he looked like he had an internal struggle before turning and rushing away.
Off sighed, wondering if he had done something to upset the other boy, although after racking his brain he couldn't come up with anything. He hadn't forgotten Gun's birthday or missed any anniversary and he always wrote down all of their dates in his calendar to make sure no one double booked him for an event, so it wasn't that either.
Off unfortunately didn't have the time today to follow Gun around and try and get him to talk like he wanted to as he was doing promotion with Tay for a new series. So with a huff, he turned around and made his way to the studio. It had been three hours since Off arrived and
apart from getting his hair and make up done and changing clothes, he'd done little of anything else. He was currently sulking in the corner while Tay was having his photo taken, wishing he could just go home and continue to brood in private.
Ten minutes later and they were ready for him so he got up and shuffled over to where there was an X marked on the floor. After taking pictures, he prepared to film a short video introducing himself and a little about his character in the series. Except every time the director yelled cut, he'd barely got two sentences out.
"What's the problem?" They'd asked him. He was having trouble focusing, thinking about Gun again and it was starting to affect his work. When he didn't answer, they sighed and told him to take a break.
He made his way back to his seat before Tay sat down a few seconds later. "What's up with you today, peng?”
"Gun isn't talking to me and I don't know why." Off explained.
"Maybe he's just busy today?”
"I thought that at first but it's been four days and the only thing he says to me is that he's busy but I saw his schedule for this week and it's pretty light. I just don't know what I've done to upset him. He keeps running away every time he sees me."
"Maybe Gun's just-" Tay was interrupted by Baz, an actor who had just joined the company, who was starring in the series alongside them. He seemed nice enough so they included him in most conversations but he had a habit of planting himself into private moments.
"Talking about that little guy?" He asked with a chuckle. Both boys just looked at him for a moment before he turned his attention to Off. "How's it feel not to have him clinging to you all the time? Bet you can finally breath again."
"Excuse me?" Off was shocked and ready to get out his chair in a second.
"Peng." Tay tried but he barely registered it.
"Well that little guy's always hanging off you right? It's like you're not allowed to do anything by yourself. But now he's gone, right? So you're welcome." Baz smiled thiumphtly, like he'd just solved all of Off's problems.
"What are you talking about?" Tay asked.
"I may have just mentioned to him that he is a bit clingy and maybe he should back off a bit and let P'Off do his own thing."
Off saw red. In a second, he was up out of his seat and had Baz up against the wall. "You're the reason my b-“
"Off!" Tay called.
Off took a deep breath, realising what he almost just said. "You're the reason Gun has been avoiding me?”
"He's always so touchy and you look like you hate it. I thought I was doing you a favour."
Tay scoffs. "That's just what they're like, you can't just-“
Off stopped him by holding a hand up “I’m going to give you a bit of advice because you're new here and you'll listen if you plan on staying. Stay out of other people’s buisness, and if I see you talking to Gun, you'll regret it."
The guy just nodded as Off shoved him away before turning to Tay. "I'm going to find Gun. Tell them I'll be back soon if they ask.”
Off rushed out of the room and through the building towards where he knew Gun was working. When he entered the room, he looked around but couldn’t see the younger boy.
Spotting Jennie, he walked over. “Do you know where Gun is?”
“Oh, he’s already finished for the day. He looked pretty upset when he left though. Did you do something to him?” She wondered.
“Not me, but I’ll fix it.” Off replied before leaving the room. He planned to go to Gun’s after work if he’d already left but as he started walking back to the studio, he noticed a small body sitting in the corner of the lounge room.
Knowing that it was Gun, he slowly opened the door and entered, closing it behind him. When he noticed no one else was in there, he spoke. “Gun, can we talk please?”
Gun’s head snapped up and he looked at Off with wide eyes. He quickly got up and moved to leave. “Sorry, I should go.”
“Please, baby. I miss you.” Off pleaded as Gun’s hand made for the door handle. Gun could hear the sadness in Off’s voice and he turned to look at him.
Gun’s heart broke at the look in his boyfriend’s eyes. In a second he was across the room and in Off’s arms. “I’m sorry, Papi. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
“I know you didn’t.” Off said, tightening his hold on Gun. He sighed in relief at the feel of his boyfriend back in his arms. After a few moments of hugging in silence, Off leant back to look at Gun’s face. “I know what Baz said to you. Please don’t listen to him or anyone else if they say something like that. I love having you around me. I miss you so much when we’re not together I wish we could be all the time. I love when you hold my hand and hug me. These last four days have been torture, not talking to you or touching you.”
“I’m sorry, Papi. He said I was holding you back and not letting you do your own thing. I only want what’s best for you.”
“I know, but you’re what’s best for me. You make me a better person and actor. I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for you so please don’t think for a second I don’t always need you by my side. I need you just as much as you need me.” Off explained, wiping away a few tears from Gun’s cheeks. “Okay?”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now let’s go. I have one thing to finish before we can go home.”
Off led Gun through the building, back to the studio where he glared at Baz as he walked past. He left Gun sitting with Tay, who pulled him into a hug, noticing he looked sad. Giving one more look to Baz, he went back in front of the camera to film his promo video.
“Cut! That’s it for today. Great work Off. That break definitely helped.” The director called.
Looking over at Gun, their eyes locked and he smiled. “Yeah, I think I just needed to recharge.”
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Chapter 10: WinTeam/DeanPharm - Your Fan Club
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Request by: Sam.
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It was almost the end of lunch when the TeamPharm fan page was brought up.
“The TeamPharm fan page has a new post,” Manaow had explained, lifting her head and looking around the crowded canteen. “Someone’s posted photos from the start of lunch.”
Team groaned from next to Win and he looked at him for a moment before turning back to Manaow. “The what?”
“The TeamPharm fan page. There’s a lot of people hanging on to that ghost ship. I thought they would’ve given up by now,” Manaow told Win, turning her phone around to show him the pictures that were posted earlier. Pharm was blushing at something Team had said, probably teasing him about Dean, as Team laughed.
Win had to admit, the photo was pretty cute, but that didn’t stop him from focusing on the fact that people were ‘shipping’ his and his best friends boyfriends.
“How long has this been going on?” Dean questioned, taking the phone from Win’s outstretched hand, scrolling up through old posts.
“Since the start of the year,” Manaow replied.
“What?!” Dean and Win almost shouted at the same time.
“Yeah, they either don’t know or choose to ignore the fact that they both already have boyfriends. It’s pretty odd but what can you do,” she shrugged, turning her attention back to her half eaten dinner.
Dean laid the phone back on the table as he looked up at Win. As though they’d had some kind of silent conversation, they nodded at each other before turning back to their partners.
In the following days, Win and Dean both noticed more and more a group of girls that would watch their boyfriends. Usually they would sit quietly chatting but the minute Pharm and Team started interacting, their phones would be out and they’d be giggling to each other. They weren’t close enough that it was invading their space but now that the two older boys had noticed them, they couldn’t let it go. They didn’t want to outright tell the girls to stop as they didn’t want to be rude so instead they made a plan to show them that Pharm and Team already had boyfriends.
A week later at lunch is when Dean noticed the group of girls again. They were eating in a mostly comfortable silence, exchanging conversation every now and then when he looked across the cafeteria and saw them a few tables over.
Dean watched them for a few moments, noticing them looking over a few times, talking behind their hands. Having an idea, he focused back on the boy sat next to him. He picked up some food and held it up to his boyfriend.
"Here, try this," Pharm blushed, watching Dean with wide eyes. Dean nodded for him to take it so he slowly leant forward and took a bite.
Pharm was still blushing, head down with a small smile on his face when Win decided to do the same.
"Do you want some of this?" Win asked, taking Team's attention away from the game he was playing on his phone.
"Oh, thanks Hia," Team replied, using his own spoon to pick some up, completely oblivious of what Win was trying to do.
He lifted his own spoon to Team, offering him more. "No thanks, I'm full," Dean just chuckled as Win huffed.
The next day, during a swim club practice, Manaow joined Pharm to take snacks for the team. They walked into the pool area, catching the eye of Team who made his way over.
After chatting for a few minutes, Team had to go back to practice so the two friends made their way to the stands to wait. The interaction didn't go unnoticed by a few girls from the TeamPharm fan page. The squealing coming from the stands caught the attention of a few team members, including Dean and Win.
About halfway through practice, Dean called for everyone to take a break. Team pulled himself out of the pool and immediately Win was infront of him, wrapping a towel around his shoulders.
"You okay, Hia?" Team questioned, pulling his swimming cap off his head. Win's hand instinctively went up and started smoothing down the edges of Team's hair that stood up.
"Yeah, everything’s fine," Win replied, glancing over Team's shoulder to see Dean talking to a shy looking Pharm. He leant forward, placing a kiss on Pharm's cheek before walking away with a bag in hand.
Win's attention was brought back to Team when he cleared his throat. He looked at his boyfriend intently and noticed a shy expression.
"So I was thinking, maybe we could skip the shower here and head straight back to yours after practice? Shower together there instead?" Team whispered, making sure no one else could hear.
All Win could do was nod with his mouth hanging open at Team's forwardness. Dean called the end of the break and Team handed his towel back to his still dazed boyfriend before he got ready to get back in the pool.
It wasn't until a week later when Manaow told them that the TeamPharm fan page was as popular as ever that Dean and Win decided to give up their plan and just let it happen.
"I thought we were being pretty obvious but I guess it wasn't working," Win said.
"Oh trust me, it was obvious. We knew exactly what you two were doing," Team explained, addressing Win and Dean. Pharm nodded in agreement.
Both boys were quiet for a moment before Dean spoke. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Honestly, it was kind of nice," Pharm confessed shyly.
Dean grabbed Pharm's hand and brought it up to his mouth, leaving a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
Win turned to Team with a hopeful look but was met with a playful expression that meant 'don't even think about it’.
A few weeks had gone by and neither Win nor Dean had thought about the fan page again. As it turned out, they didn't really need to try that hard to show Team and Pharm already had boyfriends, as them just acting normally was enough for the TeamPharm fan page members to start dropping like flies.
Bonus
Win and Team were cuddling in Win's bed when Team spoke. "Hia?"
"Yeah, baby?" Win whispered while he ran his fingers through Team's hair.
"I know it's taken me a while to get comfortable but if you want to tell more people that were dating, then I'm okay with that."
Win's hand stilled in Team's hair and he leant back to look at his boyfriend. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Team replied, leaning forward to kiss Win. Win smiled brightly as he pulled Team into his chest.
That night after Team had fallen asleep, Win opened instagram and posted a photo of Team from before they were dating with just a heart as the caption.
It was from when Win had taken Team to see the Christmas lights. Not long after they had kissed, Team was turned slightly away from Win, looking up at the lights with a smile on his face. Win had captured the moment and kept the picture since then.
The next morning, once Team had seen the post, he complained about it not being a good picture of him but left his own heart underneath anyway.
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Dean and pharm had planned to go on a date after Pharm's last class of the day. Not wanting to waste any time, Dean arrived to pick him up with a bag of his clothes like he had done many times before.
After Pharm had got changed, he made his way back to Dean who took his bag from him. As he pulled it up on to his shoulder, Pharm's eyes lingered on Dean's jacket hanging on his arm.
He was too shy to admit it, even after all the time they'd been together, but he loved it when Dean let him wear his jacket when they were out or his shirts when they were at home.
Noticing Pharm's gaze, Dean pulled the jacket off his arm and held it up without a word. Pharm blushed as he put his arms in. Gaining a second of confidence, he balanced on his tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his boyfriends lips before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the carpark.
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Chapter 11: AePete - Candles
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Pete had just finished his last class of the day so he made his way to his car to pick up supplies. He and Ae hadn't planned to see each other today but since they had both been busy and missing each other, Pete planned a surprise dinner for once he got back to his dorm.
Pete had found out Pond would be away for a couple days and had shly asked to borrow his key. After a few minutes of teasing and Pete going bright red in the middle of the cafeteria, Pond had finally agreed.
Pete pulled away from the school carpark and drove to one of Ae’s favourite restaurants, picking up his take away order. He would of preferred to cook for his boyfriend but he didn't have time to go back to his own apartment to make anything so this was the next best thing.
After he'd got the food and drove to Ae’s dorm, he grabbed his bags and made his way upstairs, unlocking the door with Pond's key. Pushing the door open, he noticed the mess the room was in. Shaking his head with a small laugh, he kicked the door shut and set the bags down, getting started on tidying up the room.
Making the room look presentable took longer than Pete initially thought so by the time he'd done that, set the table and put the food out, he didn't have long before Ae would get back. Pete quickly got changed out of his uniform into some more comfortable clothes before doing a once over of the room. His eyes stopped on the table and he sighed to himself.
"Forgot the candles in my car," He lifted his wrist to check the time. "I should have time if I'm quick."
Grabbing his keys, he quickly left the room but bumped into a body as he closed the door. Thinking it was Ae, he turned with a smile on his face only for it to fall when he saw who it was.
"Surprise! Did you miss me?" Trump sneered.
"What are you doing here?” Pete asked nervously.
"I want my money," Trump demanded, stepping even closer.
"Please leave me alone, I'm not giving you anything,” Pete told him and slipped past towards the stairs during a second of bravery.
Trump just laughed as he followed Pete down a few steps before stopping him by grabbing his arm. “You won’t give it to me, fine. Maybe I'll just take something else from you. So nice of you to lead me to your boyfriends room."
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Ae locked his bike up as he thought about his plans for this evening. He had wanted to see Pete but he wasn't sure if the taller boy was busy and he didn't want to seem annoying and clingy. So he was probably just going to have dinner, do his homework and have an early night as he knew he would be seeing his boyfriend the next day.
Turning around he saw Pete's car parked close to the entrance and with a big smile on his face, he raced inside to see his boyfriend. As he made his way up the stairs he could hear someone talking but it was too quiet to hear.
Rounding the last corner up to his room, he stopped in shock. He saw Pete with his back to Trump and that asshole's hand on his boyfriend.
Before he could do anything, Trump had spoken and Pete turned round so quickly that Trump dropped his hand.
"Don't you dare hurt my Ae," Pete almost shouted, somehow finding the bravery to shove Trump away. However the look on Trump's face made Pete crumble and he took a step back as he started stuttering.
"You're dead,” Trump shouted, lunging forward and grabbing hold of Pete’s shirt, pushing him up against the railing.
Ae snapped out of his shocked state. Dropping his bag, he ran up the last few steps, pulled Trump back by his collar and punched him hard. He heard the crack of Trump's nose before he shoved him down the steps.
"Come near Pete again and I'll do more than break your nose," Ae threatened.
"This isn't over," Trump said, cradling his bleeding nose as he got up and walked away.
Turning to face his now crying boyfriend, Ae took Pete into his arms and held him tight. "It's okay, I've got you. Don't cry baby."
"I didn't know he followed me... he said you.. I pushed him... I'm sorry," Pete stuttered out between breaths.
"It's okay, calm down, he's gone,” Ae held Pete close until he calmed down enough to talk.
"I'm so sorry, Ae. I didn't know he followed me. He knows where you live now."
"You don't have to apologise, it's not your fault. I'm not scared of him anyway. If he comes here again, he'll regret it. Why are you here anyway?"
Pete perked up at the question. "I brought dinner. I thought we could eat then watch a movie and cuddle? I've missed you.”
"I've missed you too. Come on, let's go inside then,” Ae let go of Pete for a second to grab his bag before he took hold of his hand and walked them to his room.
Walking in, he saw how the table was set and the room had been cleaned. Giving Pete's hand a squeeze, he led him over to the table and pulled out a chair for him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he sat down. "This looks lovely, thank you Pete.”
Pete blushed as Ae put some food on his plate. Pouting as he rememberd why he left the room in the first place, he spoke. "I had candles too."
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Chapter 12: Dean/WinTeam - You Don’t Love Me
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Dean wasn't sure when the feelings started. At first he was just his junior, a swim club member and soon a friend. But then he realised his eyes would linger too long after he'd get out the pool, he would be waiting for him to arrive at their usual lunch table and would feel sad when he didn't. He would count the hours before he'd see the boy again and would become instantly happy when he did. Not that he'd let it show.
But he was not good with his feelings and he'd never had a relationship before so Dean just suffered in silence and pretended he wasn't in love with Team.
There were times when he'd make a plan to confess his feelings to Team and ask him out but would chicken out at the last minute.
The one time he'd gathered up enough courage to ask if Team wanted to get dinner, he'd thought he'd meant everyone, so Dean's first date with Team quickly turned into the group of friends going out. Dean gave up after that, hoping that one day maybe he'd try again and it would go right that time or that by some miracle, Team would develop feelings for him too. He was being optimistic.
Often Dean would get jealous of how close his best friend Win and Team were. He'd tease Team asking if there was anything going on between the two and would feel relief when the younger boy would deny it.
As the months went on. Dean learned to accept that nothing was going to happen between the two of them, that he would have to quietly love Team from the sidelines. However, his acceptance didn't make seeing Team in a loving relationship any easier.
Dean wasn't sure when the change in their relationship had happened. Perhaps behind closed doors where Dean hadn't had the pleasure of going. But having to plaster a smile on your face as your heart was breaking, while your best friend tells you he's dating the person you love, was one of the hardest things Dean has ever had to do.
Sitting at their usual lunch table, Dean had noticed Win and Team had been extra quiet, stealing glances at each other multiple times. Dean only noticed because he kept looking at Team too.
Towards the middle of lunch, Team had nodded at Win before the older boy had cleared his throat, gathering all his friends attention and announced that him and Team were dating.
Dean felt ringing in his ears and he knew that if anyone was looking at him at that moment, they would see the heartbreak on his face.
Win grabbed his attention after a moment, not sure how long he'd been silent. He faked a smile and hugged his friend, saying he was happy for them both.
The conversation quickly turned to questions about their relationship and Dean just tuned the voices out. All he could focus on was Team's face. The way he looked at Win with so much love that Win reciprocated wholeheartedly. The way his smile got brighter and his eyes lit up when Win said something sweet. The way a blush rose from his neck and covered his whole face when Win said something that should've been private.
The way he didn't even look away from Win once. Didn't notice the sadness in Dean's eyes. Didn't love Dean back and the older boy had lost all chances he ever had to see if he could've.
Team didn't love Dean, and that was okay. His friends were happy and that's all that mattered. Still, it didn't stop his heart from breaking a little bit more every time he saw them together.
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Chapter 13: KongArthit - Asthma
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Kongpob was currently at a bar with his friends and a few seniors, including his boyfriend Arthit. They’d only been dating a few months but it had been some of the best months of Kong's life.
Although their friends knew about their relationship, Arthit was still shy about it, something Kong would happily admit he loved. He loved the way Arthit would blush and push him away if he was being sweet in public, because behind closed doors his boyfriend was getting more comfortable with showing his affection.
Tonight, the two boys had got ready at Kong’s dorm before going their separate ways once they arrived, finding their own friends on either side of the bar. Although both groups knew each other from the university and had gotten to know each other better due to Arthit and Kong’s relationship, it was still nice to spend time with their own friends. Even if your partner was just on the other side of the room.
Over a few hours, both boys caught up with their friends, occasionally stealing glances at each other from across the room or exchanging quick words while ordering drinks.
It was near the end of the night and Arthit was pretty drunk. Kong's eyes were on him to make sure he was okay, barely paying attention to the conversation his friends were having.
He pulled his eyes away for a few seconds, focusing on a funny story his friend M was telling. As he finished, his friends erupted into laughter, Kong joining them.
To calm his laughter, Kong took a deep breath at the same moment someone walked past, blowing smoke from a cigarette directly into his face. Kong inhaled the smoke and exploded into a fit of coughing, trying to clear his lungs. However it was no use. Despite it being a long time since he'd had an attack, Kong could feel his chest tightening, an obvious sign he was having an asthma attack.
Kong clutched his chest as his glass slipped from his hand, smashing on the floor. M had gripped his shoulder, leading him back gently until he was sat down. "Kong? Are you having an attack?"
Kong managed out a weak nod and patted his pockets, looking for his inhaler. When he didn't find it, he dropped his arm to hang at his side.
"Shit," M cursed. He lifted his head, searching the room before his eyes landed on Arthrit, laughing as he leant againt Bright. "P'Arthit!"
Arthit’s head shot up at the sound of his name. His eyes instantly landed on Kong, slumped over in his chair. Within seconds he had sobered up and ran across the room, coming to a stop infront of his boyfriend. He lifted Kong's head up until his eyes met his boyfriends tear filled ones.
"He doesn't have his inhaler," M panicked, informing Arthrit.
"Help him sit up," Arthit calmly told anyone that was listening. Two hands immediately held Kong’s arms, gently putting him in an upright position.
With one hand on the back of his head, Arthit pulled an inhaler out of his pocket and pushed it between Kong's lips.
"Deep breaths,” Arthit told him. Kong did as he was told, taking two puffs from the inhaler.
Thankfully that had helped and Kong started to take small breaths in, feeling his lungs starting to open up. Once he was feeling better, he nodded that his friends could let go of his arms. Looking at Arthit, he saw his boyfriend still looking at him intently.
Kong managed a small smile and Arthit sighed with relief, visibly relaxing at the fact his boyfriend was okay.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," Arthit told him, pulling out his phone and ordering a taxi.
"I'm fine, P’Arthit. I just want to go home, honestly."
Arthit wanted to argue but couldn't bring himself to after seeing the tired look on his boyfriends face. He sighed. "Fine, but you're going to see your doctor tomorrow. No buts, I'm taking you myself."
Kong just smiled and nodded. They waited a few more minutes before the taxi arrived and Arthit grabbed Kong's hand and helped him stand up. Although he felt weak, Kong could walk on his own but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity of holding Arthit’s hand. He continued to hold it as they said goodbye to their friends who had formed one big group when Arthit went over, before leaving and going back to Kong's dorm.
After they'd got back, Arthit had fussed over him more, making sure he really was okay. Once he was content, they got changed, Arthit helping Kong, and snuggled together in bed.
“P’, can I ask you something?" Kong asked after a few minutes of silence. Arthit just hummed in response, almost falling asleep. "Why did you have one of my inhalers?"
Arthit sighed, turning around to face his boyfriend. "I've noticed before you sometimes forget to bring one when you go out so I always bring one with me just in case. There was a prescription for one on your desk for a while, so I picked it up for you.”
Kong was stunned, he hadn't expected that answer. He peered over to his crowded desk, he hadn't even noticed it was gone. He could be quite forgetful when it came to his health.
"Thank you for taking care of me," Kong thanked him, a fond smile on his face.
"Always. I love you," Arthit replied, gently bumping their noses together.
Kong's whole chest filled with love at his boyfriends sweet words. It was only the second time they'd said the L word and the first time Arthit had said it first. "I love you too."
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Chapter 14: WinTeam - Five Months
Summary:
Sequel to Anxiety.
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It was finally the weekend and Win, Team, Dean and Pharm were out for dinner. They had just finished eating and started walking home when they came across a bar. Since it was still early, they decided to go in.
The bar was pretty crowded but it was Saturday night so it wasn't too unusual. The four guys made their way to an opening at the bar to order some drinks. As Win listed off what they'd like, Team saw an empty table on the other side of the room. He tapped Pharm on the shoulder and pointed, letting him know he was going to save it. Pharm just nodded and turned back around.
As soon as Team sat down, a voice came from the stage, announcing a band. That must have been the reason the bar was so packed. Once the band came on stage and started playing, most people got up from their seats and made their way to the centre of the room, obstructing Team's view of the bar, his friends and his boyfriend.
The music from the stage was almost defeaning. Something inside Team changed and he started panicking. Win was still struggling with his anxiety and although he was with Dean and Pharm, Team knew he would be freaking out. Most of Win's anxiety was from an irrational fear of Team leaving him, so if Team couldn't see Win from where he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to see Team either.
Team pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw a text from Pharm.
From: Pharm 🧁
Team, are you okay? We got shoved when the band started and separated from P'Win. We're going to him now.
Shit. Win was by himself. This was not good.
To: Pharm 🧁
I'm fine. Did you find him? Is he okay?
From: Pharm 🧁
We just found him. He seems distressed. I told him you're okay but he keeps asking where you are?
To: Pharm 🧁
Take him outside please? I'll meet you there
Team got up and moved through the crowd towards the door. As he got closer, he could see the top of Win’s blonde hair where he'd put it up in his usual ponytail. There were only a few people between himself and his boyfriend but they wouldn't move when he asked nicely so he pushed them aside, not noticing the shocked looks on Dean and Pharm's faces.
As soon as he saw Win, chest falling and rising quickly, he grabbed his hand and pulled him outside, their friends following quickly behind.
Team gently pulled Win around the corner, away from the groups of people outside. He stopped them and turned around to face his boyfriend, putting both his hands on his cheeks.
"Breath, Hia," Team instructed, letting go of one of Win's cheeks to take his hand and hold it to his chest. Team kept his breathing calm for his boyfriend to follow. "Breath with me."
Win didn't seem to be getting any better and Team was starting to panic too, unsure of what to do next. He quickly remembered something he'd seen in a tv show he'd watched. Not having any other options, Team stepped forward and connected his lips with Win's before pulling away after a few seconds. Team felt Win stop breathing for a second from the shock before he started again, his breaths coming out more normal the longer they stood there.
As soon as Team saw tears forming in his boyfriends eyes, he pulled him into a hug, rubbing a hand up and down his back while the other ran through his hair.
Team whispered comforting words into Win's ear for a few moments before Dean finally spoke. "So... how long have you two been together then?”
Team wasn't sure whether it was meant to sound like a joke or not, whether Dean was teasing them but Team was busy taking care of his boyfriend. He had no time to be embarrassed about kissing Win infront of their friends.
"Five months," Team replied without even lifting his head. He could practically see the shocked expressions the two other boys would have.
They all stood in silence for a while before Dean spoke again, gently lifting his hand to rest on Win's shoulder. “Why didn't you tell me you were having panic attacks?"
"It's embarrassing," Win confessed, voice muffled from where his head was in Team's chest.
Team pulled back slightly at the comment to look at Win's face. "This is not something that is embarrassing, Hia. It's something you're dealing with, we're getting through it and it'll get better but it's not something to be embarrassed about. And you should talk to Dean about it. It might help as well. I love you, okay? We'll get through this.”
Win stood stunned at Team's words. Team had helped him a lot since he found out about Win's anxiety and he was extremely grateful. Looking into his boyfriends eyes after he'd just kissed him and confessed his love in front of their friends, he couldn't possibly feel anymore in love than he did in that exact moment.
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Chapter 15: PickRome - Allergy
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Rome had thought Pick was just confused, trying to come to terms with possibly having feelings for another guy. He thought they were heading in the right direction at least, even if it was slowly which he didn't mind. He'd had strong feelings for Pick for a while and would’ve loved to call him his boyfriend but he didn't mind going at the older boys pace. They had kissed a couple times after all, the most recent being initiated by Pick. Rome was definitely happy with how things were developing.
But then he saw Pick with a girl. Din said he saw them together a few times. He was confused at first. Maybe she was just a friend but Rome didn't recognise her. Once he thought about it, he realised he hadn't seen Pick with anyone else since Porshe left.
He tried to push the doubts away but after Pick ignored his text, he was heartbroken. He thought things were starting to get good between them both, thought Pick was finally giving into his feelings. But he was ignoring his messages for a girl? Rome knew he shouldn't be upset, they weren't together, however much he wished they were. But that didn't stop the tears from forming.
He quickly blinked them away, hurrying out of sight. He wasn't really sure where his feet were leading him, more focused on not breaking down in public. By the time he realised where he was, he saw Din stood in front of him. He finally broke down and was pulled into a hug as his friend attempted some comforting words.
He wasn't sure how long he was stood there but after he had stopped crying, he felt drained. The need to sleep overtook him quickly and he accepted Din's offer to walk him back to his dorm. Din had hugged him before leaving and had promised to check on him the next day.
Rome curled up in his bed, deciding maybe it was time he gave up on Pick. Maybe Pick had just been playing with his feelings or had been just using him as an experiment. Either way, Rome was sure there were no real feelings there. He wasn't even sure if him and Pick were friends at this point. Do friends treat each other this way? Maybe Rome had been too persistant but he'd been getting mixed signals from Pick so he wasn't solely at fault in all this. Perhaps some distance between the pair would be a good idea for a while. At least until Rome could get over his feelings for the older boy.
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Pick had been sat talking to Rin, a girl that had started messaging him recently. He hadn't recognised her but had messaged her back. At the time he had been trying to get Rome out of his head. The younger boy had been in his house, in his bedroom, sat on his bed. His lips had been less than an inch away from Pick’s. He was sure Rome was going to kiss him again, but instead he'd said goodnight then got up and left. Rin had messaged him only a few minutes after and he used her as a distraction in that moment, desperate to pretend he didn't feel dissapointed Rome was gone.
He'd been exchanging the occasional message with her, keeping the conversation going even after he'd kissed Rome after their camping trip. He knew he still wasn't sure of his feelings, wanting to deny there was a connection there. But seeing Rome and Din together had sparked jealousy inside of him. He felt terrible and guilty for doing it and though he didn't want to start something with Rome, he didn't want to see the younger boy with anyone else. So he kissed him. He regretted it immediately and when the messages from Rin became more frequent, he took it as a sign and tried to make it work, however much he thought about Rome when he was with her.
He was supposed to meet up with Rome when Rin had messaged him, asking to see him again. He met with her in an empty area of the campus and they talked for a little while before Pick became distracted. He was thinking about Rome again and it was starting to make him panic just how much he thought of his friend, even more so when he was sat across from a pretty girl that was interested in him. He kept the conversation going as well as he could until he received a text from Rome. He responded to the first one but ignored the second and it hurt to know Rome was waiting for him, probably happy to eat together while he was with someone else. He decided in that moment that although he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be anything more with Rome, he couldn’t carry on talking to Rin.
After he had left, he made his way to the photography club, assuming that’s where Rome probably was but the second he walked in the door, he was shocked to see Rome in Din’s arms. Din looked up at him and if looks could kill, Pick would’ve been dead on the spot. Pick could hear tiny sniffles coming from the younger boy and had the urge to walk over and pull Rome into his arms instead. But he also knew he didn’t have the right to do that. Rome was seeking comfort from someone else and although he didn’t know why he was upset, his gut feeling told him he had something to do with it. He had made Rome cry enough times already, this was just one more to add to the list of ways he’d upset the one person that maybe meant something to him.
Walking out the door, he made his way back to his dorm. He decided maybe it was best he gave Rome some space. Until he figured out what was going on in his head, it was best if he didn’t see Rome. All be seemed to do was disappoint him anyway. After setting up a plan and packing a few of his things, he went and stayed with Porsche, studying with him for a while.
It was great to be back with his best friend but being his best friend, he knew something was wrong. Pick wasn’t comfortable talking about his feelings with someone he had kissed multiple times, he sure as hell wasn’t going to talk about his bi dilemma with his friend. Especially since he was going through problems of his own.
He tried to keep him mind on his work but as every day passed, he grew more and more depressed that Rome hadn’t tried to contact him once. He had texted him the day he left to tell him he was going to work with Porsche for a while but hadn’t even got a response then and he knew he’d read it. Pick tried to ignore the fact that even though he had done this to put space between them, what he craved the most was to be right next to the younger boy, to look into his eyes as they sparkled when Pick made him smile and to kiss his soft lips again.
It had taken a while for Pick to realise he was truly in love with Rome. Rome had been so patient, waiting for him all this time, telling him he would keep asking until he could call Pick his boyfriend. Maybe he’d waited too long and had lost his chance. He hadn’t spoken to Rome in weeks, they’d barely gone a day without talking since they became close.
Pick had rushed back home the next day, not sure what he was going to say but hoping he’d know once he was in front of Rome again. He tried not to have too much hope, he wasn’t sure if Rome would even want to see him, but he needed to try. He had expected to find Rome by himself, or with Emma, praying his best friend would let him steal Rome away to pour his heart out.
What he didn’t expect to see was Rome and Din sitting at a bench in the cafeteria, eating lunch together and giggling like school girls. Rome had a smile on his face, one Pick had only seen occasionally, the most recent being after he’d kissed him in the car on the way home. He’d tried to hide it by facing the window but Pick had seen. Why was he smiling at Din like that? And when did they become that close? Pick’s heart had dropped. Maybe this was karma for the way he had treated Rome ever since they met. He’d finally realised his feelings but he was too late and he’d been replaced with someone that could probably treat Rome better.
He stared down at his feet, not wanting to continue watching the pair in front of him. He shuffled over to sit under a tree, making sure he was out of sight. It was obvious now that Pick had taken too long and he’d missed his chance. It wasn’t Rome’s fault though. He’d been nothing but patient and he deserved to be happy, even if that was with someone else. He hoped that at least at some point they could be friends again but right now it would be too painful to see Rome being happy with Din.
He sat for a while, not wanting to look at Rome but not wanting to leave yet either. He figured he’d just stay there for a bit longer before he’d go back and stay with Porsche again. He looked up when he saw someone walking in his direction, hoping it was Rome but disappointed when he just saw Din. The younger boy stared at him as he walked past, not uttering a word.
Pick took the opportunity of Rome being alone. He didn’t have the strength to get up and talk to him face to face, he didn’t want to see the look on his face when he tells Pick that he’s moved on. Instead he fished out his phone and sent Rome a text, asking how he was. Rome pulled his phone out when he received it and from where Pick sat, he could see the visible sigh the boy released. He shoved the phone back into his pocket without replying.
Pick felt deflated and wondered if this was how Rome felt when he didn’t respond to his messages. The guilt was eating away at him as a figure stepped in front of him, blocking the sunlight. Looking up, he locked eyes with Din.
“It looks like the better man won. Don’t feel bad P’Pick, you were never good enough for Rome anyway. It was only a matter of time before he realised you meant nothing and that I was the best person for him. I can take care of him better than you,” Din sneered, not waiting for a response before he turned and made his way back to his lunch table.
Pick wanted to say something back, wanted to get up and punch that smug look off his face but he didn’t have the energy. Plus he didn’t want to fight in front of Rome.
He looked over at the pair again, just as Din gestured something to Rome. Pick assumed he was telling him to close his eyes as that’s what Rome did, a small smile on his face. Din took a box from his bag and opened it, pulling out what looked like a cupcake. As Din placed it in front of Rome’s mouth and he slowly took a bite, Pick looked away. He couldn’t bear to watch them any longer. Taking a deep breath, he hauled himself up. Dusting off his trousers, he thought for a moment about where to go before deciding to head back to his dorm that was on campus.
Just as he was no more than five feet away, he heard a panicked voice and turned around to see Din, now sat in front of Rome with his hands on both his shoulders. He froze for a moment, watching the pair, wondering what was going on before focusing in on Rome’s face. He looked distressed and his face had flushed. Pick had no idea what was wrong but he knew he had to be with Rome immediately.
Rushing over, he stopped in front of the pair. Din was now stood up, running his hands through his own hair, trying to ask Rome what was wrong. Pick pushed him out the way before he sat in front of the smaller boy, taking his face in both hands. His face was almost completely red now.
“P’Pick?” Rome squeaked once he registered who it was before he erupted into a coughing fit.
“What happened?” Pick asked Din, quickly turning to face the boy before looking back at Rome.
“I don’t know!” Din replied defensively. “We we’re just eating then he said he didn’t feel well.”
By now Rome’s mouth looked like it was swelling up and Pick’s stomach dropped. He had a feeling he knew what this was. Turning to look through the food on the table, he spotted the half eaten cupcake. Picking it up and bringing it up to his nose, he sniffed and caught a faint scent of lemon.
Holding it up in his hand, he turned to Din again, this time standing up. “Did he eat this?” Din just nodded weakly. Shoving the cupcake into Din’s chest, he quickly set his sights on searching Rome’s bag. He knew he was making a mess but he didn’t care in that moment.
“What are you looking for?” Din asked.
Finally locating it, Pick pulled out Rome’s EpiPen. Giving him a quick apologetic look, he pulled up the bottom of his shorts slightly and injected it into his thigh. Rome had started to wheeze slightly, short of breath but Pick was praying the injection would work while he got him to the hospital.
“He’s allergic to lemon, asshole,” Pick finally replied to Din’s question, glancing in his direction to see a shocked look as he gathered Rome’s bag and slipped it on to his shoulder.
“I-Rome, I’m sorry. I forgot,” Din tried to explain but Pick lifted his hand, cutting him off.
“You don’t forget things like that. Not when it could cost someone their life.”
He turned to Rome, taking his hand. “Can you stand up? I’m taking you to the hospital.”
Rome nodded weakly as he gripped Pick’s hand tighter, holding on to him as he stood up. Pick slipped a hand around his waist, pulling him closer, holding him tightly so he didn’t fall.
“I can take him,” Din told Pick, stepping forward to take Rome. The smaller boy’s hand tightened on the front of Pick’s shirt and Pick basically growled until Din had stepped back and out of the way.
Once they had arrived at the hospital, Rome was taken away to be checked over. Luckily by the time they arrived, Rome was feeling slightly better so Pick was sure he’d be okay. Almost an hour later, a nurse came out and led Pick to Rome’s room.
“Hey,” Pick said quietly, walking into Rome’s room after knocking softly.
“Hi,” Rome replied from the bed, curled up under the covers. He was sat up slightly, already changed into a gown, sipping from a glass of water.
Pick walked to the side and sat down, taking Rome’s free hand in his. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. They want me to stay overnight to monitor me though,” he replied, before yawning. “I’m tired.”
“I’ll go and let you get some sleep then,” Pick told him, making to pull his hand away so he could leave. Rome just gripped his hand tight to stop him.
“Can you stay with me, please?” Rome asked.
Pick’s heart almost broke at the vulnerable sound in Rome’s voice. He squeezed the younger boys hand. “Of course.”
Pick sat down in the chair, still holding Rome’s hand. At some point he’d taken the glass off Rome so he could settle down more comfortably in the bed. Pick sat quietly, rubbing his thumb on Rome’s hand while he tried to fall asleep.
“I can’t sleep,” Rome told him, shuffling uncomfortably in the bed.
“What do you need?”
Rome looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “Cuddle?”
Pick couldn’t resist and just nodded, a small smile making its way on to his face. Rome scooted over to make room and Pick climbed on to the bed, slipping his arm over Rome’s waist to pull him close, the other going behind his head to play with his hair. Rome instantly relaxed and cuddled into Pick’s chest, feeling himself getting more sleepy.
They were both silent for a while and Pick assumed Rome had fallen asleep but then he spoke, his breath hitting Pick’s neck. “Thank you for helping me today. How did you know I was having an allergic reaction?”
“You told me before you were allergic to lemon. I could smell it in the cake.”
“I only mentioned it once though. How did you remember that? It was ages ago.”
“Rome, something like that you don’t forget, especially when it’s about someone really important.” He was quiet for a moment before adding shyly. “I haven’t even had anything with lemon in it since you told me, just in case.”
Rome just nodded but didn’t say anything else. Pick’s hand stilled in Rome’s hair and Rome looked up at him questioningly.
“I’m really sorry for the way I’ve treated you, Rome. I can’t begin to imagine how you’ve felt. I’ve been going crazy not talking to you these past couple weeks and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realise how I truly feel about you. I really love you Rome and I know it might be too late because of you and Din but if-“
“There’s nothing going on between me and P’Din,” Rome interrupted. “Yes, he has been there for me these past couple weeks and it’s not all terrible being around him but most of the time I just feel pressured to see him. He honestly scares me a bit. I only wanted to be with you but you went to see P’Porsche and I didn’t want to annoy you.”
“First: whatever he’s done to you to make you scared, I’ll kill him. Second: you could never annoy me. I know I made it seem like that and I’m truly sorry for ever upsetting you. It’s no excuse but I was struggling a lot with my feelings. I didn’t want to accept them but while I was with Porsche I did a lot of thinking and realised I can’t live without you. I love you. So if you’ll have me, I’d really love to be your boyfriend now.”
Rome was crying now, unable to stop. “Are you sure?” He asked through his tears.
“Yes,” Pick replied, stroking Rome’s hair again. Rome’s smile beamed up at him and he pulled him even closer, the smaller boys arms clinging tightly to the back of his shirt.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Pick whispered.
“Thank you for being here,” Rome said, voice muffled from where his face was buried in Pick’s chest.
“Always,” Pick replied, kissing the top of Rome’s head before they both settled down to sleep.
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Chapter 16: PickRome - Camping 🌶
Notes:
What should’ve happened in the woods after Rome went looking for Pick.
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Rome had been out looking for Pick for at least half an hour. It had gotten really dark and as he searched more of the woods, he began hearing noises. He wasn't one to get scared easily but being alone in the dark was pretty nerve wracking.
He stopped suddenly, hearing rustling in the trees around him. He tried to listen to exactly where it was coming from but the wind blowing the trees was throwing him off.
Despite being alone, he couldn't help the feeling that he was being watched and the unnerving feeling was just getting stronger.
"P'Pick,” Rome called weakly into the darkness.
He heard something louder behind him and stilled. He probably had a split second to decide whether he should run or scream,and since his feet were firmly planted to the ground, screaming was his only option.
Just as he opened his mouth, he felt a hand clamp over it, another at the base of his back. His eyes widened in fear but he instantly relaxed when the person spoke.
"It's okay. It's just me," Pick said, releasing his hand. "Why are you out here alone?"
"Me? What about you?" Rome questioned, turning to face Pick fully. "P'Din and I got back to the tent and you weren't there. I was worried so we came looking for you."
"Where is Din anyway?" Pick asked, hoping he wasn't close by.
"He went a different way but he's probably back at the tent by now. Come on, let's go back," Rome said, moving to walk in the direction of the camp site but Pick's hand on his wrist stopped him.
"Wait. Before we go back, can we talk?" Pick asked desperately. Rome just nodded, a questioning look on his face.
"When I woke up earlier and you weren't there, l got jealous. I thought about how you were out with Din alone. So I came looking for you," Pick took a deep breath, his hand sliding down from it's place on Rome's wrist to take his hand. "I came here to spend time with you and all I've done is push you away by being an asshole the minute the trip started. I'm really sorry for the way I acted. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Rome just stared up at him, not sure what to say. A million questions ran through his head but he settled on, "Why were you jealous?"
"Because..." Pick stopped for a moment, gathering the courage to confess his feeling to Rome. "Because I love you. A lot. And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to figure it out. If you still want me, I'd love to be your boyfriend."
Pick looked down, still holding Rome's hand. "But if you want to be with Din, I understa-"
"P’Pick?" Rome said, cutting the taller boy off.
"Yeah?"
Rome squeezed his hand, "Shut up and kiss me."
Pick's eyes widened before he smiled softly down at the smaller boy. Pulling him close, he slowly leant forward until their lips were almost touching.
"I love you, Rome."
"I love you too, P’Pick," Rome closed the gap between them, standing up on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Pick's neck.
Pick placed his hands on Rome's waist to steady him and pulled him in impossibly close. The kiss stayed sweet and slow for a few moments before Rome gripped the back of Pick’s hair in one hand and pulled. Pick gasped at the sensation and Rome expertly slipped his tongue into the taller boys mouth. They fought for dominance before Rome eventually gave up and allowed Pick to take control.
With his hands still on Rome's waist, Pick backed him up until Rome's back hit a tree. The torch he'd been holding long forgotten about on the ground, not exactly sure when he’d dropped it.
Pick lifted his leg to rest in between Rome's and noticed how turned on the younger boy was. Leaning in closer, Rome gasped at the feeling, unconsciously rocking himself On Pick’s thigh, breaking the kiss at the same time.
"P’Pick, please," he begged.
"Let me show you how sorry I am, baby," Pick whispered in his ear. "Let me make you feel good."
All Rome could do was nod as he rolled his hips more. Pick slowly lowered his hand, lifting the hem of Rome's shirt. He ran his hand over Rome's smooth stomach before slipping it into the waistband of his trousers. He was nervous, this was the first time he'd ever touched another guy. But looking at Rome in that moment, panting in front of him, he wanted nothing more. Gripping Rome's almost completely hard length in a tight grip, he began pumping him until Rome was a writhing mess, holding on to whatever he could for support.
Rome had his head back against the tree, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip pulled into his mouth. Pick took the opportunity and leant forward, kissing and sucking on Rome's neck, sure that he'd have multiple bruises forming by the time they were finished.
Rome panted out Pick's name as the taller boy pushed him closer to the edge. Bringing his hands up to Pick's face, he grasped his cheeks, pulling him away from his neck and into another kiss.
"I love you," Pick said in between kisses, lips still pressed together, breathing into each others mouths.
Rome came with a cry of Pick's name, spilling all over his hand. Pick continued stroking him until Rome whined from over sensitivity. Pick pulled his hand out, placing a gentle kiss on Rome's lips before quickly wiping his hand with a tissue from his pocket.
"That was amazing," Rome said, breathless and knees week.
"Come on, let's get back to the tent so you can get cleaned up,” Pick told him, going to take his hand.
“But P’Pick, what about you?" Rome asked, noticing the bulge in Pick's trousers. "Let me h-"
"I'm fine. This was about you. Don't worry about me, it'll go away when I see Din anyway,” Pick chuckled. “Let's go, you still need to eat as well before going to sleep, Do you know the way?”
"Yes, but I don't know if I can walk just yet,” Rome looked dow shyly, legs still shaking.
Pick just walked towards him, turning his back to the younger boy and bending down slightly. "Jump on. I'll carry you."
Rome hesitated for a second before he smiled and climbed on Pick's back. Rome directed Pick back to the camp site and even though he said he could walk after a few minutes, Pick still insisted on carrying him the whole way.
Din was relieved when he saw Rome, even if Pick was carrying him. He looked confused though as Rome rushed off into the tent the second Pick had put him down, only to emerge a few minutes later with different clothes on. He watched the pair for a while, noticing a change in their behaviour before he sighed grumpily, spotting a few bruises on Rome's neck. It was obvious now why they'd taken so long getting back.
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Chapter 17: WinTeam - I’ll Take Care Of You 🌶
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Team recieved a text from Win just as he left his last class, asking if he'd be home soon. 'Home' was Win's dorm but ever since they became official almost a year ago, Team had slept there nearly every night.
Responding that he'd be back soon, he picked up some food for them both and hurried back. When he opened the door to Win's room, he expected to see the older boy laying in bed or sat at his desk. Insted, he was met with an empty room and the sound of the shower running. Hoping to join his boyfriend, he quickly put the food away but before he opened the bathroom door, he noticed an open parcel on the bed.
Curious, he walked over, peering inside. His eyes instantly widened, pulling the items out and laying them on the bed. Laid out in front of him was a blindfold and some rope. Running his fingers over them, he noticed how soft they both were, especially the rope. Why had Win brought these?
Putting them back in the box, he walked over to the bathroom, knocking before peaking his head in. "Room for one more?"
Win jumped slightly in surprise but instantly relaxed and nodded, a soft smile on his face. Team stripped off and climbed in the shower, Win's arms instinctively going around his waist to pull him into a hug. They stayed like that for a while, running soft hands up and down each others backs.
They helped wash each other, exchanging lazy kisses in between before Team decided to speak up while Win washed his hair. "Hia?"
Win just hummed in response so Team continued. "Why is there a box on the bed with a blindfold and rope inside?"
Win's hands stilled in Team's hair. Team waited for his boyfriend to say something but when he didn't, Team turned around to face him, taking his hands into his own.
"Talk to me Hia," Team pleaded.
"It's just something I've been interested in trying for a while. I didn't know how to bring it up, to ask. I saw those online and had already brought them before I realised what I was doing. I’m sorry you saw them before I had a chance to say anything. I forgot I left it there,” Win explained.
"You want to use them on me?" Team questioned.
Win just nodded. He expected Team to say no, which he would've been fine with. They have a pretty active sex life and there was definitely nothing wrong with how they were doing things now. But they'd never used things during sex so this would be new for both of them.
"Okay," Team agreed after silently thinking for a moment.
Win’s mouth opened in shock, staring wide eyed at his boyfriend. "Really? You want to try it?"
Team smiled, shrugging his shoulders. Usually he'd be the one to shy away from intimate conversations like these, so Team's confidence is what shocked Win the most. "Sure. I don't mind trying new things with you, Hia. That's what couples do. Plus I know I'll be safe with you, whatever we try."
Win thought he couldn't possibly love Team anymore than he already did but he was proved wrong in that moment. Win's heart started beating faster. Team feeling safe with him no matter what, was his biggest achievement. Holding Team tight every time he had a nightmare had served it's purpose.
"I love you," Win told him, pulling him into a sweet kiss.
"Come on, let's get out before we prune. I brought dinner. Let's eat then you can do what ever you want," Team winked, stepping out the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He didn't even need to look down to know Win would be ready to go right now. The expression on his face told enough. Team laughed, chucking a towel to Win. "Hurry up, I've had a long day, I could do with some attention."
Win just stood stunned once again as Team left the room. His boyfriends forwardness was definitely not helping his situation. He looked down, cursing. "This is going to be a long night."
The food was set out by the time Win emerged from the bathroom and Team had changed into just a pair of boxers. Win did the same before sitting down to eat. Both boys ate in record time, cleaning up quickly before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
Win pulled the items out of the box, holding them in his hands. Team could sense his hesitation, not wanting to do anything that could possibly make his boyfriend uncomfortable.
Team took the blindfold and rope and placed them on the bed behind them. Pulling Win into a kiss, they stayed there for a moment, hands gently roaming each others bodies. Team pulled back to look into Win's eyes. "I trust you, Hia."
Team could see Win's pupils dilate at his words. Leaning back in, they kissed again, getting more heated the longer they stayed there. They pulled away, both breathless. Win rubbed a thumb over Team's flushed cheeks, the other moving down to palm him through his boxers. Team gasped at the contact, bucking into Win's hand. Team's hand moved to touch Win but it was pushed away.
"Hia! " Team whined.
"Shh," Win whispered. "Let me take care of you baby."
All Team could do was nod rapidly. Win pushed him back gently until he was laying on the bed. Win picked up the rope, pulling at it until it was straight.
"Arms up," Win demanded. Team did what he asked, immediately lifting both arms above his head, gripping a post on the headboard. Win got to work tying his wrists. He pulled it tight but made sure Team could also move slightly.
“Is that okay?" Win asked Team from above him. Team tugged his wrists, happy that the rope was soft and not uncomfortable. Surprisingly, the feeling of being restricted just turned him on more. He nodded to tell Win he was fine.
Win picked the blindfold up next and Team lifted his head straight away, despite being most nervous about that. Win slipped it on the back of his head, resting it on his forehead for a moment. He crawled down the bed further to look into Team's eyes.
“I love you," Win leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Team's lips.
"I love you too," Team replied before Win pulled the blindfold over his eyes.
Team felt movement on the bed, unable to tell what Win was doing. The weight on the bed left for a moment and Team started to panic, pulling slightly on the restraints. A second later, Win returned, straddling Team. He placed one hand on the side of his face, Team leaning into it as the other ran comfortingly up and down Team's side.
"Don't worry, I'm here. I was just grabbing a hair tie,” Win told him, bending down to start kissing his boyfriends neck.
Team melted into the touch, wanting to run his hands through Win's hair, but unable to. Win trailed kisses down Team’s neck and chest, sucking on the spots he knew made Team weak, bruises forming as he went.
Win knew one of Team's most sensitive places was his nipples. Blowing on one before taking it into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the nub, biting gently. Team's back arched off the bed as Win pinched the other, rolling it in between his thumb and finger. Win continued working on his chest, Team a writhing mess underneath him. Win bit harder on Team's nipple, tugging on it slightly, causing Team's back to arch off the bed again, coming in his boxers with a shout. "Hia!”
Win pulled back in shock, looking down at his panting boyfriend. "Fuck, that was so hot. I will definitely be filing that knowledge away."
Team laughed weakly, his breathing calming as he came down from his high. Win moved lower down Team's body, removing his boxers. Team jumped as he felt Win's mouth on him, licking him clean, growing hard again. Once he was done, he lifted Team's knees and settled himself on his stomach between them.
Looking up at Team, he blew on his entrance, watching as Team pulled so hard on the restraints that the headboard creaked.
"Shit," Team cursed, body tense.
Win smirked, moving further in. He licked a long strip along Team's entrance, holding his hips so he couldn't move. He continued doing this until Team had relaxed enough for him to slip his tongue inside, along with a finger. He stretched Team painfully slow, adding two more fingers gradually. Team squirmed from his position, trying to get Win's fingers deeper.
"Hia, please!" Team cried. "More."
Win obliged, pushing his fingers in as deep as he could, curling them until he scraped Team's prostate, making the younger boy gasp. He kept pumping his fingers in and out, brushing Team's prostate with nearly every thrust, making him cry out.
"Hia. Shit," Team panted, trying to pull his arms free. The blindfold over his eyes just heightening the sensations. "God... too much."
Win carried on, bringing Team closer to the edge. Letting go of Team's hip, he grabbed his length, stroking him quickly.
"Shit. Hia. Wait. Please," Team gasped between breaths. Win carried on, enjoying the noises his boyfriend was making. "Win. Stop, please."
Win stopped immediately after hearing his own name, which sounded weird coming out of Team's mouth. He pulled his fingers out and let go of his length, looking up at Team to see him desperately pulling on the restraints.
"Team? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Win asked worriedly, crawling up to cup Team's cheek.
“Take these off please," Team pleaded, still pulling on the rope. Win gently pulled the blindfold off to reveal Team's pupils blown. He made quick work of untying the rope and as soon as it was off, Team grabbed his face pulling him into a messy kiss, hands dropping to roam all over Win's body.
"I need you, Hia," Team said in between breathless kisses. Win pulled back just enough to kick off his boxers, lining himself up with Team's entrance and pushing in slowly.
Both boys groaned at the feeling, Team gripping on tightly to Win's shoulders as Win's hands went either side of Team's head to hold himself up.
“Move please,” Team requested. Win did as he was told, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. Two thrusts later and Team was coming between them, over both their chests. Win let him ride out his orgasm before moving to pull out.
"No! Don't stop Hia. I want you inside me," Team confessed.
Wins eyes went wide, pupils blown as he took in Team's words. He was only ever this bold during sex and Win loved it. Win continued thrusting into Team, drawing little whines out of his boyfriend from his over sensitivity. As he got close, Team pulled him in for another kiss. Win broke away first, dropping his head to Team's shoulder.
Team brought his hand up to run through Win's hair. He turned his head slightly to whisper when he knew Win was getting close. "Come in me, baby."
Win groaned and came inside his boyfriend, the sensation sending Team over the edge for the third time that night. Win did a few more weak thrusts before collapsing on top of Team, the younger boys arms stroking down his back and through his hair.
Once Win had caught his breath he placed a sweet kiss on Team's lips before getting up to run a both for them both, adding some bubbles. When it was ready, Win returned back to the bed, picking up Team and carrying him to the bathroom, gently lowering him into the warm water. He climbed in after, sitting behind Team and pulling him back to rest against his chest.
Team shuffled until his side was pressed against Win's chest. Resting his head on Win's shoulder, he sighed contently.
"You okay, baby? I didn't hurt you did I?" Win asked, concerned.
Team smiled into Win's neck. "No. I'm a bit sore but you didn't hurt me. That was amazing, thank you Hia."
"I'm glad. It didn't make you uncomfortable then?”
Team lifted his head to look him in the eyes, cupping his cheek. “Not at all. I loved it, I just like seeing your face and being able to touch you," Team confessed shyly.
Win leant into his touch, wrapping his arms tighter around his waist. "Thank you for asking me though. You take such good care of me."
Win leant down to kiss his boyfriend softly, a beaming smile on his face. "I'll always take care of you.”
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Chapter 18: WinTeam - I’m Your Husband
Notes:
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Chapter Text
It had been two years since Team, Pharm and Manaow had graduated and one of their old classmates had arranged a reunion. Liking the idea, Win, Dean and Pruk had planned to meet with some of their friends too.
Arriving at the bar together, Win and Team split up and made their way to their respective groups, greeting their friends that had already arrived. Over the course of the night, more people had turned up, the bar almost taken over by ex students for the reunions. Everyone gradually drunk more and more and as it got later and people started heading home, it was just Team, Pharm and Manaow left. The three friends chatted for a while until they noticed people from the other group had gone too, just leaving their partners.
They make their way over and sat next to their partners, instantly engaging in conversation. Team moved closer to Win, not having drunk much but he liked to be clingy when he's tipsy, something Win usually loved. Team stared in shock as Win looked at him with a pout and shuffled further away. Team's heart broke a little at that. What had happened in between the time they arrived to now? They'd been fine before they arrived. They were almost late because Win kept 'distracting' him from getting dressed and they were laughing and holding hands the whole way to the bar.
Team looked away from Win with a hurt expression and caught Pharm's eye who gave him a sympathetic look and shrugged.
The group of six stayed for a while longer, chatting about random things like they hadn't just had dinner together last week but Team's attention was on Win the whole time. Team would try to be present and engaged in the conversations but a few times he found himself twirling his ring around his finger just to look at Win and notice the older boy quickly looking away.
Team sighed and sunk lower in his seat. He hated that he couldn't fully enjoy himself if Win wasn't talking to him and that he wasn't fully comfortable if Win wasn't touching him somehow, even with their friends.
Deciding to try and get Win's attention once more, Team turned to face him.
"Hia, are you okay?" Team asked softly. He could hear quiet laughing coming from the other side of the table but ignored it.
“I'm fine," Win replied coldly. The laughing continued and Team turned his head to look at his seniors, both instantly stopping.
"Hia, what's wrong?" Team tried again, gently grabbing Win's hand for a second before Win pulled his away. Team felt as though he'd just been stabbed in the chest.
"I don't know what I've done to anger you but I'm not just going to sit here while you ignore me. Let me know when you actually want to talk to me," Team ranted, getting out of his seat, ignoring the shocked looks from his friends and making his way to the bar.
A few minutes later, he felt someone take the spot next to him and looked to see Pharm. "Hey.”
"Hey. I think I know what's up with P'Win," Pharm laughed lightly. Team gave him a questioning look so he carried on. "Apparently, before we went over, P’Win was talking about you and he asked if you had a boyfriend. When P'Dean told him you're married, he got upset thinking you're married to someone else. They didn't bother to correct him."
"So he's sulking because he can't remember I'm married to him?" Team laughed, running a hand over his face.
Pharm nodded. "P'Dean's trying to explain to him now but I think he's still confused."
Team looked back over to the table to see Dean talking to Win. Win looked confused for a moment before he looked down at his left hand, noticing his ring and instantly brightening. He looked towards the bar and the second he saw Team, he was out of his seat, rushing over and wrapping his arms around Team's waist, burying his head in Team’s chest.
Team wanted to be annoyed at his husband but he couldn't help but melt at the feeling of Win's hands on him again.
Pharm left to go back to the table and Team lifted his hand to flip off a still laughing Dean and Pruk before he let it rest in Win's hair.
"Are you okay now.. husband?" Team asked, running his other hand up and down Win's back. Win just squeaked with happiness at the last word and held Team tighter.
Team motioned to the group that they were leaving and he managed to pull Win away enough to hook his arm around his waist and guide him to the door. "You're never drinking again."
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Chapter 19: WinTeam - Protective Manaow
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It had been four months since Win had left to study in London and Team was missing him more and more everyday. He knew he wasn't much fun at the moment and Pharm and Manaow had teased him a little at the beginning but once they realised they'd probably act exactly the same, they spent most of their time trying to cheer him up.
One weekend, they all went shopping together and after a few hours of walking around, some girls approached them. Team recognised them from one of their classes.
They spoke for a few minutes before one girl, Pree, turned to Team. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date?"
Before Team could reply, Manaow piped up. "He has a boyfriend Pree."
Pree looked shocked and offered Team a wai. "I'm sorry. I heard a bunch of girls saying you and P'Win had broken up when he had left."
"Is this what people are saying?" Manaow asked. The girl nodded before she left with her group. Manaow turned to see a sad look on Team's face.
Later that night, Team was on facetime with Win when he brought up the encounter. "Hia. I found out today people think we broke up when you left.”
"Is that what's upsetting you? You seem down today.” Win asked, wishing he could hold his boyfriend.
"A bit. I just really miss you and I think it scared me." Team confessed.
"You know I'm coming back to you right? I would never leave you." Win told him.
"I know. I think in the moment it just freaked me out a bit. It kind of ruined my whole mood when she told me."
"Who told you?" Win questioned.
"A girl in one of my classes. She'd overheard it, that's why she tried to ask me out."
"She did what?!” Win almost shouted. Team laughed at his boyfriend's reaction. Win grumbled a bit before continuing. "I wish I was there to show them you’re mine.”
Team went serious again. "I wish you were here too, hia.”
"Only two more months then I'll be there, and then we'll see each other again when you come here for Christmas. You're going to be sick of me after, I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"I could never get sick of you, hia." Team replied lovingly before yawning. Win told him to lay down so he did and closed his eyes as Win spoke softly to him.
Apparently Pree hadn't bothered telling her friends that Team infact still was with Win as at least two or three times a week, a new girl would arrive at their lunch table hoping to date Team.
After the first time, Team had let Manaow take over rejecting them. Win was Team's first relationship and he didn't know how to let anyone down gently and he certainly didn't want to hurt their feelings. That was something Manaow didn't seem to have a problem with, she seemed to find joy in it.
On one particular day, Team had been stopped three times before lunch even started. He was beginning to think it was becoming a game to see if and who he'd say yes to. When he got to lunch and a fourth person came up to him, Manaow decided she needed to up her game.
Team looked on with wide eyes as she climbed up on to her seat and cleared her throat, shouting to gather everyone's attention. "Excuse me!"
Once the cafeteria was quiet, she turned to Team. "This is my friend Team. A lot of girls seem to be asking him out so I’m just wondering who would like to date him?”
Team was shocked with the amount of girls that screamed. He moved his head and noticed Pharm filming Manaow. He attempted to grab the phone but the shorter boy moved further away.
Manaow shouted again and the screaming abruptly stopped. "Well you can't! Team and P'Win are still dating so stop asking him out because when his boyfriend comes back they're going to get married and have lots of swimmer babies."
"Manaow!" Team shouted, groaning and burying his head in his arms. He could hear Pharm laughing off to his side as Manaow jumped down and everyone went back to eating. He was never going to survive the embarrasement.
Ten minutes later, his phone buzzed with a text. Pulling it out, he saw it was from Win.
From: Win 💙
Pharm just sent me a video of Manaow xxx
I hope no one asks you out anymore xxx
Also, she's not wrong 💍😘 xxx
Team hid his head again, this time with a smile on his face.
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Chapter 20: WinTeam - Drunk Win
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Two weeks into Team's second year of university and things were going well. Him and Win were getting serious in his opinion and although they hadn't been together that long and the way he cared about Win so much in such a short space of time was kind of scary to Team, he knew he'd never feel like this with anyone else.
After a while, Team found himself wanting to spend all his time with the older boy but it was just not possible, especially since Win was getting busier the closer he was getting to graduating. Team was proud of how serious he took his education and other responsibilities so he tried to not complain too much and wait patiently until Win had time for him. For now, cuddling in Win's bed before falling asleep was enough.
It turned out the beginning of the year was quite busy for a lot of people so while he only had normal training hours until they started preparing for their first meet, his friends clubs were taking up more of their time. Pharm's cooking club was organising events to gain interest from first years and Manaow's drama club was already preparing auditions for their first play. And since Win was also busy, Team mostly spent time by himself. So when a new student transferred to their university and joined the swim team, Team didn't mind agreeing to train with him when he asked.
"Hey Team," Din greeted him as he walked into the locker room. Team was already changed, planning to take a shower in Win's room.
"Hey Din. Are you settling in okay?” Team asked.
“Yeah, it's cool here. Much nicer than my old school," Din laughed. "Hey, so I was wondering if you'd be free to train with me a couple times a week? I think I could do with extra hours. I was going to ask P'Dean or P'Win but they both seem really busy and you're the best swimmer on the team so I thought you'd be the best person to come to."
Team smiled at the compliment. "Yeah, I don't mind. I'll have to talk to P'Dean first though to make sure it's okay for us to stay longer."
After practice the next day, Team caught Dean before he could leave to see Pharm. Dean was of course sceptical at first but he trusted Team to be responsible and not mess about so he gave him a spare set of keys for only him to use.
Over the next three weeks, Team and Din met up a lot for extra training. They had agreed to stay longer two times a week but Din kept asking to meet during free time before practice. Team didn't mind too much at first as he was keeping up with his school work and his times were getting better, but the texts were becoming daily occurances and despite sleeping better at night, he was still tired from the extra practice.
"You look like you're going to fall asleep in your bowl," Pharm laughed, nudging Team to carry on mixing.
Team had asked Pharm if he could help him prepare some of Win's favourite foods as his boyfriend was so busy he forgot to eat sometimes and Team didn't like to see him stressed. They were supposed to practice last week but Din had cornered him after practice to stay late after he already said he couldn't. He was so tired the next day, Pharm cancelled for him after seeing his face. But Win had a free weekend coming up and Team wanted to surprise him so he had to start learning.
"Sorry, I'm just so tired lately. I kind of wish I hadn't agreed to train with Din," Team confessed.
"Is it that bad?” Pharm questioned.
Team nodded. "At first we agreed to just two days a week but he started messaging me straight away to train during the day or asking to stay late more days. I didn't want to say no because he's trying to get better and I have been too but it's getting a bit much. He keeps staying later and later and I promised P’Dean I would look after the keys so l can't go until he does. Plus since hia Win is so busy, the only time we've really had just the two of us is before bed and now he's always asleep when I get back, which I don’t blame him but I miss him.”
Pharm stared with wide eyes at his confession. He really must have been stressed to blurt it out like that.
"Maybe you should talk to P'Dean or P'Win and ask them for help? I know they're busy but they run the club, not you. You've done a good thing helping Din but it's not even been a month and look what it's doing to you. You can't keep doing this. When do you have time to relax?"
"When I'm asleep,” Team joked but it was true. Pharm just frowned and thought about talking to Dean if Team wouldn't.
The friday after, Team had morning classes and Win's finished early in the afternoon. Team had asked Dean very nicely if both boys could be excused from practice that evening and he agreed without much persuasion. Win had made sure his weekend was free to spend with Team and Team wanted to kick it off right.
He ignored the bombardment of texts he recieved from Din after he told him he wouldn't be at practice today, and scanned the room to make sure everything was ready. Win would be back any minute so Team went through his mental checklist.
He'd run a relaxing bath for his boyfriend with bubbles and candles that hopefully they could both enjoy. It would be too hot to get in now but would be the perfect temperature once Win arrived. The table was set for dinner which was prepared mostly by Team with a little help from Pharm over the phone. Team would plate it up once they were done with the bath. There was also soft music playing in the background to make it extra romantic. Team was quite pleased with himself and he couldn't wait for Win to get back.
Team waited and waited for Win, calling and texting him, worrying that something may have happened. He was supposed to be back at 3pm but it was past 7pm and Team still hadn't heard from his boyfriend. The only reason he wasn't phoning the police to look for him was because his messages started getting read. He still wasn't getting a reply but he assumed Win was ignoring him for some reason so he sulked in Win’s bed, waiting for him to get back.
Around 8pm, Team was getting tired of waiting so he decided to go to his own room. Just as he was getting ready to leave, the door swung open and in walked an obviously tipsy, if not drunk, Win.
Team stared in shock as Win took his shoes off by the door, swaying but not quite falling over. He hadn't noticed Team yet but jumped when the younger boy spoke.
"What the fuck hia? You bailed on our plans to go and get drunk and couldn't even be bothered to text me back?”
Win stared at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Why don't you go and whine about it to your boyfriend."
"You're my boyfriend!"
"Funny that because I overheard Din with his friends today. Apparently you've been getting so close during you're extra practices. He seems to think that you're going to be “official" soon," Win stopped for a second then laughed. "You know I really thought you loved me."
"I do love you hia. There's nothing going on between me and Din," Team tried to explain but Win just interrupted him.
"But obviously I wasn't enough for you so you had to go and get fucked by the next guy that looked at you.”
By now tears were streaming down Team's face and the lump in his throat was making it difficult to get words out. Win had never spoken to him like that before and it was breaking his heart that his boyfriend didn't trust him.
"How could you say that to me. I would never even think about cheating on you," Taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, Team gestured around the room.
"I did all this for you so you could relax, waited for hours for you to come back and you think I would do that if I was seeing someone else? We've barely seen each other in weeks and I know you’re busy but I've been spending my spare time learning how to cook for you and instead of coming back and having an adult conversation about something you overhead, you decided to show up late and drunk when you knew I’d been planning this."
Win stared in shock, sobering up slightly. Team's never got angry at him before, not for real anyway. Win looked around the room and knew he fucked up. "Team-"
"No, I don't want to hear it," Team said, gathering his stuft. "I'm going to my own room. I can't talk to you right now. We’ll talk when you're sober."
Team quickly slipped his shoes on and left Win’s room. Win sighed, running a hand through his hair and pulling frustratedly. He needed a shower to sober up, he wasn’t sure he could wait until the morning to try and talk to Team. Just as he made his way to the bathroom, his phone started ringing. Picking it up, he saw it was Dean.
“Hey Dean. I can’t talk right now,” Win told him.
“Oh yeah, sorry. It’ll only take a second. I know you’re with Team tonight so if you could tell him Pharm spoke to me about Din and I’ve spoken to him and sorted it out. He’s not going to bother Team anymore, he knows he overstepped. So Team doesn’t have to swim with him anymore, I’ll find time to schedule some extra practice for anyone that wants it. Anyway, have a good weekend. See you Monday,” Dean hung up before Win could even reply.
Win sat down on his bed, staring at his phone. So he’d been completely wrong, Team hadn’t done anything. Had Din done something to make Team uncomfortable? A million questions were running through his head and he wouldn’t be able to sleep without knowing the answers.
He quickly got up and showered, allowing a few tears to fall at the sight of the bathroom. The water was stone cold when he drained it and Win felt guilty that Team has gone to all this trouble and he’d ruined it.
Getting dressed, he grabbed his keys and made his way down one floor to Team’s room. He was a lot more sober now he had showered. He hadn’t really drunk that much in the first place, he was just tipsy and feeling sorry for himself.
Win knocked on the door and waited a few moments. He could hear shuffling inside before the door opened and Team was stood there looking soft in his pyjamas but his eyes were red and he had tear stains down his face.
Win didn’t even think before stepping into the room and pulling Team into his arms, kicking the door shut behind him. “I’m sorry, Team. I’m so sorry.”
Team struggled to get out his hold but it was no use, Win just held him tighter. Win stroked his hair as Team felt fresh tears fall from his eyes.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. I shouldn’t have believed what I heard. I was just feeling stressed with my work and not getting to talk to you a lot. I’m frustrated that I haven’t been able to hold you properly or touch you. I can’t even remember when the last time we had sex was and my brain just went from 0 to 100 without even stopping to think about it,” Win explained. He pulled away, guiding them both to sit on Team’s bed and wiped away his tears.
“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t come and talk to me about it? It would’ve been over and done with in 5 seconds and no one would’ve had to get hurt.”
Win sighed. “Because I was being stupid and ignorant and I was only thinking about myself. I wasn’t thinking about your feelings. I’m sorry.”
Team just nodded, looking down at his hands. “So Din is telling people we’re together then?”
Win took Team’s hands in his own. “What’s been going on Team? Dean rang after you left to say Pharm spoke to him and he’s sorted it. Did something happen with Din?”
Team looked up, eyes wide at the fact Pharm had told Dean. But at the same time he was glad, if Dean had said it was sorted, he didn’t have anything to worry about. “I agreed to help train Din because he was new and he said he wanted to improve. It was only supposed to be twice a week after practice but he was messaging me multiple times a day and would get pushy when I said I was busy. After everyone had left, he cornered me in the locker room a couple times to stay late after I’d said no. Those were the days you had to skip because you couldn’t come. I think he noticed you waiting for me so did it when you weren’t there. I felt like I didn’t have a choice. I had the keys to the pool and had to make sure it was locked.”
Win opened his mouth to interject but Team stopped him. “Don’t blame P’Dean. I said he was okay to go. I know him and Pharm have seen each other just as much as we have.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Win asked.
“When did I see you to be able to do that? It’s not exactly great pillow talk and you were usually asleep when I got back.” Team saw the sad expression on Win’s face and carried on. “It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. I should’ve been able to handle it on my own. I should’ve stood up for myself. If it got worse I would’ve said something but there wasn’t time before.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. There’s only two more weeks of this crazy schedule and then I’ll have more time to spend with you. You’re going to get sick of me,” Win laughed and Team joined in.
“I could never,” Team replied honestly with a smile. He let go of Win’s hands and crawled up his bed and under the covers. Win looked at him for a second before doing the same. Team turned his back to Win and shuffled back until his boyfriend pulled him close, circling an arm around his waist.
“I’m really sorry about what I said earlier,” Win apologised again, stroking his thumb on Team’s hand.
Team brought their hands up to his mouth and kissed Win’s knuckle. “I know. But please don’t say that stuff again.”
Win pulled Team closer and kissed the back of his neck. “Never.”
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Chapter 21: WinTeam - Omega Team
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Team was waiting in Win’s room for him to come back after class. They were planning on studying that evening but all Team could think about was his relationship with Win.
They weren’t a couple but they’d been sleeping together for a few months now. Team didn’t expect it to happen, he’d never really been interested in sex before, thought it would happen when he eventually found a partner. He’d never gone into heat before either, which he was thankful for. He wouldn’t want to go through that alone.
Then he met Win and they got close through swim club, and Dean and Pharm were always together so they were too. He knew Win was flirty so he didn’t think too much about the way the older boy acted towards him but he found himself falling anyway. And then at some point, Team’s first heat got triggered. He started feeling ill so he went back to his dorm and later Win had texted to say he was on his way with food. Team had realised what was going on by then and he couldn’t bring himself to tell Win not to come. He wanted him there.
The smell hit Win as soon as the door opened and he had to step back. His alpha side wanted to take Team right there but his conscious side knew he couldn’t do that to his junior. But Team had pulled him into his room and begged him to help. He tried to argue that Team didn’t know what he was saying but Team told him he was coherent enough to know what he wanted. So they slept together for the first time and multiple times after, even when Team wasn’t in heat.
Team wasn’t sure what their relationship was. They didn’t act any different than normal when they were in public and didn’t see each other any more than usual. The only new thing was the sex and it was only really a couple times a week unless Team was in heat. Team loved being close to Win in that way but he couldn’t help breaking his own heart when he remembered they weren’t actually together.
During Team’s heats, when he was hauled up in his room, people had started noticing that Win would disappear randomly too. Team wouldn’t allow him to stay with him all the time, telling him to go to his classes and see his friends. He didn’t want to seem like a burden so he would send him away once he was relaxed enough to be able to think again.
Team had overheard people talking about him again after he’d finished his last class of the day. People were assuming him and Win were together and were dragging Team’s name through the mud. They believe Team wasn’t good enough for Win and he believed them. Win was a god and Team was no one special. He wasn’t like Pharm, the university’s definition of a “perfect omega”. Everyone loved him and since they were best friends, they would compare the two boys. Team knew he wasn’t perfect like Pharm and it hurt but the more he heard it, the more he got used to it. But for some reason, today it struck a nerve so now Team sat in Win’s room, figuring out how to talk to him.
As he was going over in his head what he wanted to say, the door opened and in walked Win who instantly stopped and looked at Team. “You’re sad, what’s wrong?” He walked over and placed a hand on the younger boys cheek who flinched so he pulled it back.
“Whatever this is that we’re doing, I think we should stop. I can’t keep hurting myself by pretending you might have feelings for me when this is obviously just sex to you,” Team blurted out. That was the not the way he wanted the conversation to go but if he didn’t say something, nothing would change.
Win tried to reach for him again but Team dodged his hand. “I think it’s best if I just go,” Team told him before grabbing his phone and leaving Win looking stunned.
Team didn’t go back to his own room, instead he kept walking, out the building and through the streets until he had subconsciously led himself to the university courtyard.
Team sat down on a wall towards the side and watched students come and go. He must have been sat there for a while as it was slowly getting darker and there were only a few students left milling around.
“There you are!” Team looked up and saw Win running towards him. “Please can we talk?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. There’s nothi-“
“It’s not just sex for me,” Win cut him off, sitting down next to him.
“What?” Team asked, turning to face Win.
“After that first heat had finished and we kept having sex, I just assumed we were dating. I know we didn’t really change much apart from having sex but we kind of did couply things before. You usually slept in my bed and I buy you lunch and we watch movies and cuddle. I should have just spoke to you instead of assuming we were on the same page. I didn’t know you were feeling confused. I guess that is my fault, I never asked you properly.”
“Ask me what?” Team asked.
Win turned to face Team fully and took both his hands in his. “I haven’t told you this, but I love you. I don’t want anyone else. Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Are you sure you want that? I’ve heard people talking, people that think we’re already together. They say we don’t match, that I’m not a cute omega like Pharm. They say I don’t deserve to be loved by an alpha like you and I believe them. I’m not perfect, I don’t have a small body or a cute face. I’m not always happy and cheerful and I get grumpy. I don’t fit the standard of a “perfect omega”. I’m not unique, I’m broken.”
Win reached up and wiped away the tears Team didn’t even know were falling. “Please don’t ever talk about yourself like that. You are not broken. You are beautiful inside and out. Don’t listen to what other people say, they’re not worth your time. You are different, but it’s a good thing. Nobodies perfect, not me, or Dean or Pharm. But you are perfect to me. We are perfect for each other. Please say yes to me.”
Team stared in shock before nodding his head, a smile making its way onto his face. Win pulled him into a hug and although they were in public, Team went willingly. “I’m so glad you’re mine now, baby. I’ll make sure you know everyday how special you are.”
“Me too, hia,” Team replied, melting into the hug more.
Win moved slightly and pressed a kiss to Team’s neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve had to restrain myself from marking you when we have sex.”
Win pulled back when he noticed the quick change in Team’s smell, raising an eyebrow at the way his boyfriend got turned on from just one sentence. Team was blushing and it was doing nothing to help how Win was also feeling. Standing up, Win gently grabbed Team’s hand and led him back to Win’s dorm, ignoring the looks they got on the way as Team just laughed.
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Chapter 22: PickRome - Sleep Talking
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Pick was already asleep when Rome went to bed. He'd been sat on the sofa planning their last minute trip to the beach the following day since Pick finally had a day off. He had been in bed but the light from his phone was keeping Pick awake so Rome gently kissed him on the forehead and moved to the living room.
After Rome was finished, he quietly made his way back into the bedroom so he didn't wake Pick. He'd been so busy at work, he needed his sleep. Crawling under the covers, Rome stilled when Pick shuffled to face him and instictively pulled the younger boy closer. Rome turned to see Pick was thankfully still asleep and he smiled to himself.
Cuddling into Pick's chest, Rome started falling asleep until he heard Pick mumbling something. He looked up and saw his eyes were still closed, he must have been talking in his sleep.
"Beach," Pick mumbled.
"Yes, P’Pick. We're going tomorrow," Rome told him.
"Go swimming?" Pick asked.
"Yes, we can swim,” Rome replied, laughing quietly.
"Okay," Pick said and sighed. Rome guessed that was the end of the conversation. He closed his eyes a second time before Pick's hand reached out to pull Rome even closer. "Cuddle."
Rome cooed at how cute his boyfriend was acting. He would never openly admit he wanted to cuddle when he was a wake, so Rome was taking the opportunity. He shuffled even closer and wrapped a hand into Pick's shirt.
"Love you."
Rome sighed with a smile on his face. "I love you too, P'Pick."
The next morning when both boys were getting ready to leave, Rome turned to Pick. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
Pick stopped what he was doing and turned to Rome, eyes wide. He'd done it before when staying with Porsche and it was embarrasing.
"What did I say?" Rome just laughed and left the room. Pick ran after him, shouting. "Rome, what did I say?!”
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Chapter 23: TharnType - First Anniversary
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Tharn and Type had been together almost a year when Tharn noticed Type was acting weird. He wasn't very open in public as Type wasn't comfortable with every one knowing yet but sometimes he could be just as affectionate as Tharn when they were alone. But for the last week, Tharn had noticed Type was acting different.
He would be out longer after class and would say he's busy if Tharn asked him to hang out. Occasionally if Type came back late, he would crawl under Tharn's blanket and cuddle up with the sleeping boy, but he hadn't even done that.
Tharn started to feel like Type just didn't want to be around him anymore. Maybe their relationship had run it's course and Type had fallen out of love and didn't know how to tell him.
Thinking irrationally, instead of going back to his dorm after his last class, Tharn decided he would go home and stay with his family for the weekend.
It was late afternoon when Tharn recieved a text from Type asking where he was.
From: Type ⚽️
Where are you? I brought dinner
To: Type ⚽️
At home visiting my family
From: Type ⚽️
Why didn't you tell me?
What time will you be back?
Tharn wanted to tell him he wouldn't be back until Sunday but he decided against it.
To: Type ⚽️
I'm not sure. Don't wait up for me. Sorry about dinner
Tharn didn't get a response from Type after that so he had dinner with his family and went to bed early.
Tharn ended up sleeping longer than usual and woke up to several missed calls and texts from Type asking where he was and when he'd be home. He texted back saying he had stayed the night at home and that he'd probably stay another night. Type was less than thrilled with the response and told Tharn not to bother coming back.
Tharn was confused at the reaction since Type had been the distant one but he shrugged it off and made his way downstairs.
“Oh, Tharn. You're still here? I thought you would have left early," Thorn called from the sofa when he noticed his brother.
"No. I think I'll go tomorrow,” Tharn replied. Thorn gave him a weird look. "What?”
"Did you and Type break up?" Thorn asked, confusion on his face.
“No?”
"Then why are you still here on your anniversary?” Thorn questioned. "We just spoke about it on the phone last month."
"Our anniversary isn't until the 23rd," Tharn explained.
"Tharn, today is the 23rd.”
Tharn sat in shock for a moment and glanced at the calender on the wall to see it was infact his and Type's anniversary.
He jumped out of his seat. Quickly getting changed, he grabbed his stuff and said goodbye to his family before driving back to the dorm.
The first thing he saw when he opened the door was a large bouquet of sunflowers with what looked like small chocolate hearts intricately placed in between. They must have been ordered well in advance for something that big.
Next to that on their small table was a hamper full of fruit and chocolates with what smelled like fresh pancakes. It must have been delivered recently.
Tharn scanned the room and saw Type sat on his bed, glaring at his phone. He looked up when he heard the door close.
"Happy anniversary, asshole," Type snapped standing up and making his way to the door.
"Type," Tharn whined, grabbing Type's arm as he made for the door handle. Type turned around but didn't speak. "I'm sorry. I swear I didn't forget, I just didn't know what the date was."
"Why did you go home yesterday? Did you even plan on coming back last night?" Type asked, pulling his arm out of Tharn's grip.
"I thought you were going to break up with me," Tharn said. When Type gave him a questioning look, he carrived on. "You've been distant recently and staying out longer. I thought you didn't love me anymore."
Type sighed and stepped closer, cupping Tharn's cheeks. "Of course l love you. I planned all this didn't I? And I was out late because I had No and Champ’s help picking a restaurant for tonight."
Tharn's eyes went wide. "Wait, did you?"
"Yes, I told my friends about us," Type said shyly.
Tharn grinned and pulled Type into a bone crushing hug. A few moments later, Tharn let go to run to his desk. Pulling open the drawer, he picked up a thin rectangle box and returned to his place in front of his boyfriend.
"Happy anniversary," Tharn said, handing over the box.
Type opened it to reveal a beautiful silver necklace. Looking closely, he saw two small T's, intertwined with a little music note and football. Type didn't want to let on how much he loved it.
"Ai’Tharn, you know I don't wear jewellery." Tharn pouted until Type gave in and turned around for Tharn to put it on. Turning him back around, Tharn pulled him in for a kiss.
After a moment, Type pushed him back. “This doesn't mean you're forgiven, asshole."
Tharn smirked. "Do we have enough time before dinner for me to make it up to you?"
Type just rolled his eyes with a smile and pulled Tharn towards the bed.
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Chapter 24: WinTeam - Vulnerable
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Team sat at the table, sipping his drink as he watched his two friends swaying on the dance floor. They'd come out to celebrate getting through another term and finishing their exams and Pharm and Manaow had already drunk enough to make Team pass out so he wondered how they were still standing. Although Team usually didn’t drink a lot so he didn’t hold his alcohol well if he did.
Team was waiting on their seniors, specifically Win to join them. Being in their last years of uni meant they had more responsibility so they had to finish swim team paperwork before they could leave. Which meant that although Team enjoyed watching his friends have fun, all he could think about was when his boyfriend would arrive so he could pretend he was more tipsy than he was and snuggle up to him.
Team carried on watching his friends, wishing he had the guts to get up and dance like they did, like they don’t care if anyone’s watching or judging them. He did like to dance but preferred when Win would turn music on in his dorm and pull Team up to join him. Team would always pretend he hated it at first but half an hour later his head would be on Win’s shoulder and he would have a relaxed smile on his face as they swayed slowly to the music.
While Team watched on, he felt a hand settle on his shoulder. A smile made it's way on to his face that quickly disappeared when he turned and noticed the hand didn't belong to his boyfriend.
He shrugged it off with a frown on his face. "Can I help you?"
The guy hadn't spoken yet, just stared at Team with a smirk before he made his way around the table and slid in next to him. "Hi, I'm Brick. What’s your name?”
Team opened his mouth to respond, to politely tell him he wasn’t interested but was cut off before he even had a chance. “So who are you here with, cutie?”
“Uh, my friends and I’m waiting for my b-“
“Well it looks like you’re by yourself right now. Why don’t you join me,” He spoke, cutting Team off again.
“No, thank you. I’m waiting for-“
“How about I get you a drink?” The guy scooted closer until he was pressed up against Team’s side. Unfortunately, that meant Team was now trapped between him and the wall with no easy way out. He just hoped either his friends would notice or Win would arrive soon.
“I already have a drink, thanks,” Team replied, surprisingly not getting cut off this time.
“I could get you another,” he replied. He looked Team up and down, licking his lips. Lifting a hand, he placed it just above Team’s knee. Team’s whole body went stiff. “Or how about I take you back to my place? Carry on this party there?”
Team attempted to push his hand off and shuffle as far away as he could but the guy just followed, a tight grip now on Team’s leg slowly moving higher.
“I already said no. Please stop touching me and leave me alone. I’m waiting for-“
“For me,” Team was cut off again but sighed in relief when he heard the voice.
Turning his head, he saw Win stood in front of the table, Dean and Pruk behind him. If looks could kill, this guy would be dead three times over. Team tried to catch Win’s eye but he was currently burning holes into the guy who still had his hand touching Team.
“I suggest you remove your hand before I do something you’ll regret,” Win growled.
“Does he belong to you or something?” The guy laughed.
Having had enough, Win pulled the table out with the help of Dean and Pruk, enough to step in front of the guy. Team took the opportunity to escape the guy’s hand and hurry into Pharm and Manaow’s open arms.
“He’s not an object, he doesn’t belong to anyone. But I do happen to be his boyfriend. I don’t appreciate you putting your hands on him when he clearly doesn’t want it. Learn what consent is. No means no,” Win spat, arms crossed, staring down at the not moving guy. “Get lost.”
Brick glared at Win before getting to his feet, bumping his shoulder as he walked past, closer to Team. “Let me know if you get bored of this guy.”
“I’m not interested!” Team said frustratedly.
Shrugging, Brick casts his eyes over to Pharm and winks. “What about you, cutie?”
Dean stepped in front of Pharm and growled. “Take the hint.”
“Get lost before I get security,” Pruk announced, arm tight around Manaow’s waist.
With a huff, Brick stalked off to the other side of the bar probably to harass another innocent person.
Win turned to Team and his arms were instantly full with his boyfriend. Team wasn’t even embarrassed about showing this much affection in public because he was pretty shaken up and needed comfort from his boyfriend.
“Hey, do you want to go home?” Win asked, gently stroking Team’s hair.
Team pulled away slightly and frowned up at him. “But you just got here.”
“I think we’re going to go anyway,” Dean spoke, holding up a drunk and sleepy Pharm. “Why don’t we just go out for dinner tomorrow?”
Both seniors agreed and they all said goodbye before going their separate ways. Team was quiet on the journey back to Win’s dorm so Win kept the conversation light until they were both showered and cuddled up in Win’s bed.
“You okay?” Win asked. Team had his back to Win’s chest, cuddled as close as he could be. Team just nodded without a word.
“Team, look at me please,” Win pleaded. Team shuffled round until he was face to face with Win. Win pulled him closer until he could rub their noses together. Team smiled. “Talk to me.”
“I just feel embarrassed that I couldn’t handle that guy earlier. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did. I hadn’t even had one drink but the more he carried on, I lost all my confidence and just froze up. I was vulnerable and was just praying that you would turn up.” Team sighed, looking away from Win.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. That guy was a creep and he was harassing you. You were trapped and it’s only natural to panic.”
“But I should’ve been stronger.”
“If that had happened to Manaow or Pharm or even me and we froze, would you say they should’ve been stronger?” Win questioned.
Team frowned again. “Of course not.”
“Then please don’t tear yourself down because of this. You are so brave and strong and tonight doesn’t change that. That guy clearly didn’t understand boundaries, there was nothing you could’ve done. Okay?”
Team caught Win’s eyes and sighed. “Okay, hia.”
“Good, I’m so proud of you,” Win smiled.
“I love you, hia,” Team smiled back, leaning in to peck Win’s lips before snuggling further into his chest.
Win wrapped his arms tighter around Team’s waist and pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on his head. “I love you too.”
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Chapter 25: WinTeam - Do I Annoy You?
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Team couldn't help himself, he knew he went over the top sometimes but he'd never felt this way towards anyone and even if the feelings weren't reciprocated, he wanted to make sure Win knew that he was appreciated.
It started as Team just admiring his senior from afar, enjoying the moments during swim practice where he'd get a bit of extra attention. Although it had been mentioned that he was one of the best swimmers on the team so he assumed Win just kept a close eye on him to make sure he was working hard and improving.
Eventually Pharm began dating Dean, the president of the swim club so when he started joining their small group for lunch, Win came too. Over the weeks they slowly became closer and Team couldn't help the growing attraction to the older boy.
Part of him wanted to admit it, to ask Win out, but he wasn’t getting the vibe that Win liked him too. Sure, Win could be a little flirty and sometimes he'd put his arm around Team's shoulder but one second it was there and the next it was gone. He also knew from observing Win since the start of term that he was naturally a flirty person to most people so Team eventually convinced himself that he was making stuff up in his head and resigned himself to the fact Win would never like him back. He was happy just being in the same room with him to be honest. It was painful, but he didn't need anymore.
At the end of the first term, exams were in full swing and Team was stressed. He was on a scholarship to be able to attend the university and although his grades at school were enough to get him here, uni was a lot harder and if he didn't keep his grades up, he could be kicked out.
Team had recieved an email from one of his professors, outlining his disapointment in Team's recent exam score. Apparently, he'd only just passed and if he didn't improve, he was likely to fail the next one.
After hearing that, Team was panicking and spent most of swim practice that evening trying to think of ways to improve his score, which alerted the attention of Dean when his times were worse than usual.
"Team? Can I have a word with you?" Team heard Dean call from the office next to the changing rooms. Team walked into the small room, closing the door behind him. "Everything okay today? Your times were a bit slower than normal and you've been unusually quiet."
"Sorry, I'm just struggling a bit in one of my classes. My professor said if I don't improve I'm probably going to fail my next exam. It’s the only class I'm having trouble with, I study so much but I'm just not getting it,” Team sighed, growing frustrated and pulling at his damp hair.
Dean nodded thoughtfully for a minute before turning back to Team. "What subject is it?"
"Maths,” Team replied.
"Okay, give me a minute and get changed. I might know someone that can help."
Team thanked him and left to get changed. After he had finished showering and getting dressed, the changing room was empty. Until the door opened and in walked Win, still in his swim shorts, wet hair slicked back.
Win met his eyes and Team quickly looked away, shoving the rest of his things in his backpack.
"Dean said you're having trouble in one of your classes?"
Team stopped and turned to see Win now sat on the bench. "Yeah."
"I could tutor you if you want?" Win suggested.
It took Team a minute to remember how to speak. A few hours spent alone with Win? Team was jumping at the chance. Win quirked his eyebrow at Team in question.
"Yes please," was all Team could reply.
"Okay. We'll go to my room tomorrow after practice,” Win said before leaving again.
From there, Team studied with Win for a few hours, three times a week. They always went to Win's dorm room which just happened to be one floor above Team’s, it was surprising they hadn't bumped into each other before.
Having that extra time with Win was amazing and they got really close, becoming good friends. They spent most of their time together now. Eating lunch together with their friends. Swim practice. Having dinner together most days in Win's room. They would sometimes even have breakfast together and hang out at the weekend, either alone or in a group.
But it didn't go unnoticed how much extra time Team had been spending with Win. He followed him around like a lost puppy, something even Team could admit. But love makes you do crazy things.
One day, Team left Win a note outside his room with a couple bags of lays. He wanted to thank him for tutoring him and helping him pass his last exam.
From there, every so often when Team would go down to the convenience store and buy more lays, he would get an extra bag for Win. Sometimes he would leave it outside his room or give it to him in person at lunch or after practice. Team had no idea how to show someone you liked them but he was very particular about his food and he hoped sharing that with Win would show he cares.
Team started leaving Win notes more frequently too after he'd managed to catch him reading one with a smile on his face. Team liked to make Win happy and if a simple 'have a good day' made that happen, Team would keep doing it.
He had considered once that Win might be annoyed at the extra attention Team was giving him. It was no secret now that Team obviously had a thing for his senior but Win himself hadn't mentioned anything and hadn't told him to stop, so he didn't.
Not until practice one day. Team had just finished showering and was about to get out before he heard the door open and a couple of guys walked in, immediately bursting into laughter, startling Team.
Before he left the cubicle, he heard his name and stopped in his tracks. "Did you see Team today? He was all over P'Win. I swear he follows him everywhere."
"I know. What's with all those notes too? It's a bit over the top now don't you think? How long has it been now and P’Win is clearly not interested. Take the hint and stop being so annoying."
Both boys laughed again before Team heard lockers closing and footsteps retreating back out the door. Team left the stall and got dressed as quickly as he could before grabbing his stuff and rushing out the changing room.
He was usually always the last to leave so there was no one there to see him running towards the door. Until he bumped into Win who was coming out the office.
Win grabbed Team's arm to steady him and gave him a questioning look. "Careful. You know you're not supposed to run in here. Why are you rushing?”
"Sorry. Just going home," Team replied, stepping back until Win's arm dropped from his own.
"Do you want to study tonight? We can pick up food on the way," Win suggested.
"I can't tonight, sorry. I've got to go,” Team stepped around Win and left as quickly as he could.
He didn't sleep at all that night, going over every detail of his and Win's friendship in his head. Looking for times when he's been too much, annoying Win with the notes and the clinginess. After hours of going back and forth, all Team could think was that Win probably felt sorry for Team and that’s why he allowed him to follow him around. Pharm spent more time with Dean and Manaow had just started dating Pruk so neither boys were spending a lot of time with their closest friends. It just made sense that Win would hang out with Team until something better came along. God, how could he have been so stupid, hoping one day that something more might happen between them but obviously if everyone could see how much Team annoyed Win, it must be true.
Over the next two weeks, Team avoided Win like the plague. He skipped all his tutoring sessions, saying he was too tired, not feeling well, busy or that he'd just do it on his own. He would decline his offers to have dinner and would leave lunch as soon as Win arrived or just not turn up at all. He told Pharm and Manaow he just wasn't that hungry or he had to talk to a professor. He wouldn't even talk to him at practice unless it was actually about swimming, and then he just gave one word answers when he could.
On Friday evening, the last practice of the week, Win had had enough of Team ignoring him and pulled him into the changing room at the beginning of practice while everyone else warmed up.
"Why have you been avoiding me? I've barely seen you for two weeks." Win questioned.
"I don't know what you mean," Team replied sadly, looking at the floor.
"Team, I know somethings going on. We spend so much time together and now it's a different excuse everytime." Team just shrugged not knowing what to say.
"Please talk to me, I thought we were friends,” Win pleaded.
"Are we? Friends? Because I thought I was just annoying and clingy," Team snapped.
Win's mouth fell open in shock. "What are you talking about?"
"I know I annoy you okay? I overheard some guys a couple weeks ago in here saying how annoying I am and how weird it was to give you those notes all the time."
Team ran a hand through his hair frustratedly and started pacing in front of the lockers. “God, how stupid was I? Following you around like a lost puppy. Acting like a school girl with a stupid crush. I should've just pretended I didn't have any feelings for you, maybe then-“
Team stopped dead in his tracks, with his back to Win when he realised he just admitted out loud that he likes him.
"Team,” Win tried, walking up behind him. When he didn't say anything, he put a gentle hand on his shoulder and slowly turned him around. Win instantly saw the tears threatening to spill from Team's eyes. "You like me?"
"Don't make me say it again,” Team sniffed. "I'm embarrassed enough as it is.”
Win took Team's hand and brought it up to his
mouth, placing a soft kiss on Team's knuckles. Team's eyes widened and a few tears fell. "Please don't be embarrassed. I liked all those notes you gave me. I'm the stupid one though, I thought you were just being nice about me tutoring you. I didn't know you actually liked me. Well, I had hoped."
“Don't tease me P'Win."
"I'm not, I promise. I've liked you since the first moment I saw you," Win explained.
Team frowned, confusion on his face. "You didn't act like it. I thought after the way I acted around you, you just weren't interested."
"If I hadn't been so oblivious and realised what you were doing was because you liked me, I would've told you but I didn't know and I would've felt guilty if I pursued something with you. You're a first year and I didn't want to intimidate you and come on too strong while you were still getting used to it here," Win explained.
Team wiped his eyes and gave Win a shy smile. "I'm used to it now."
Win smiled back brightly and moved closer to Team until they were only inches apart. Team's breath hitched as Win leaned in. Win raised an eyebrow in question before Team gave a small nod and closed the gap. The kiss was slow and short but both boys still felt breathless after.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Team?" Win asked, resting their foreheads together. Team just nodded as best he could, giving Win another quick kiss. "Does this mean I can show you off?”
Team laughed. "Well apparently everyone already knows I have a thing for you.”
Win smiled again and leant in for another kiss, this one lasting a little longer before he pulled back. “Also, just so you know, I don't find you annoying or clingy. I love spending time with you. Whover said you are is completely wrong."
Win wiped the last traces of tears from Team's face and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. "Come on, lets go practice before Dean gives me a disappointed look for distracting the best swimmer on the team."
Team laughed, following Win out the changing room and heading to the pool. He could see and hear particular people whispering about him and Win but tried his best to ignore it. He wasn't about to let some gossips ruin his happy mood. He ended up tuning them out and even managed to beat his own record. He caught Win's eyes who smiled at him proudly.
After practice, everyone stood around while Dean made a small speach about an upcoming meet. Once he was finished, everyone started moving to leave before Win spoke up.
"Can you all just stay for a few more minutes please,” He said. Everyone looked confused, even Dean.
"Team, can you come up here please?" Team gave him a confused look but made his way to Win and looked at him expectantly. Win smiled at him reassuringly before turning back to the other members.
"It's come to my attention that some comments were made about Team. Now I'm not going to annoy you with the details but if I personally hear or find out that it's happened again, you'll have me to deal with."
Win gently grabbed Team's hand, interlocking their fingers. A few gasps came from the group. "I don't take kindly to people disrespecting my boyfriend."
Team stared in shock for a few seconds before smiling widely. He squeezed Win's hand prompting the older boy to turn to him. Behind him, he could hear Dean herding the group to the changing room.
"Thank you, you didn't have to do that,” Team said.
"I did. I want everyone to know they'll have me to deal with if they mess with the man l love,” Win confessed.
Team smiled brightly, eyes shining with new tears. "I love you too.”
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Chapter 26: WinTeam - You Fell First But I Fell Harder
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Win and Team had just got back to Win’s room after a night out requested by Manaow. She wanted to celebrate another play she'd had the lead in.
At first Team was adamant he wasn't going to drink but her and Pharm had given him the puppy dog eyes and he couldn't resist. So by the end of the night he was drunk enough to be clinging to Win and cuddling up to his side with no shame about who could be watching.
After getting back to Win’s dorm, Team flopped down on the bed, eyes closing instantly. He didn't fall asleep straight away but his body was too tired to do anything else.
He could faintly hear Win shuffling around the room, opening and closing drawers and water running before he felt gentle hands on his waist. They moved down slightly, lifting the hem of his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
Team tiredly swatted in the direction he assumed Win was, whining. "No hia. I'm too tired to have sex."
Win chuckled from above him, carrying on getting Team undressed. "Relax Team. We're just having a bath."
Team pouted, although he was tired, somewhere in his drunk mind he was hoping for more. "Can we have sex tomorrow?"
“Yes, baby," Win replied, slipping Team’s trousers off and pulling him into a sitting position to pull his shirt over his head.
Team blinked his eyes open and noticed Win was already in just his boxers. Win gently pulled him to his feet and guided him into the bathroom, turning the water in the almost full bath off.
Win instructed Team to take his boxers off and helped him carefully climb in the bath and lower himself down. Once he was comfortable, Win did the same and settled in behind him, Team instantly cuddling back into him.
They stayed in that position for a while, Win tracing his fingers softly up and down one of Team's arms until Team looked like he was about to fall asleep.
"Don't fall asleep just yet," Win said, moving them both into a more upright position. "Let me wash your hair.”
Team just hummed in response and closed his eyes again, relaxing into the feeling of Win's fingers running through his hair.
“I like you, hia," Team sighed contently.
"I would hope so, we've been together over a year," Win chuckled. "I like you too."
"When did you first know? That you liked me?” Team questioned.
Win's hands left his hair for a moment to wash his own. "At swim club tryouts. The moment I saw you, I was intrigued, but it wasn't until after, that I got to look at you properly with no distractions. When you were talking to Pharm and Manaow on the other side of the pool. You looked so cute and when you smiled, I just knew that was it."
Team gasped. Half at the explanation, he hadn’t been expecting Win to go into so much detail. But also at a relization. He quickly spun around to face Win, splashing water over the side of the bath. Win grabbed Team's forearms to stop his boyfriend from accidentally slipping.
“I liked you first,” Team said matter of factly, a bright smile on his face.
"What do you mean?” Win asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"I liked you first hia," Team said again, shuffling excitedly as if whatever he was thinking was so hard to contain. Win couldn't help but smile fondly at him.
"That first day, before tryouts, in the morning at registration, I saw you. I had just met Manaow and Pharm in the line and we got talking. Manaow had spotted P'Dean walking across campus and pointed him out. She couldn't stop talking about him and l think I was talking too, although I'm not sure what I said. It wasn't until tryouts that I even knew what P’Dean looked like because all I was focused on was you. When I saw you for the first time I felt like I couldn't breath. You looked so serious but you were so handsome. When I saw you at the pool, I almost felt like I couldn't swim but I wanted to impress you. After I swam you smiled at me and I thought I was going to die on the spot."
Team sighed deeply, almost relieved to get that off his chest. He looked up to Win when he didn't respond just to see his boyfriend crying. "Hia! Why are you crying?”
Win gave Team a teary smile. "I'm sorry, baby. I've just never heard all that before. You made me really happy."
Team scooted as close as he could without turning back around. "I like making you happy."
"You always make me happy," Win said, leaning forward for a quick kiss. "Come on, let me finish your hair. I want to cuddle you properly."
Team smiled and slowly turned back around so Win could carry on.
Once they were dressed and back in Win’s bed, Team cuddled up to his boyfriend and rest his head on the others chest. "I love you, hia."
"I love you too, baby." Win replied softly as Team drifted off to sleep. He smiled down at his sleeping boyfriend, gently running his fingers through his hair. “You fell first but I fell harder.”
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Chapter 27: TayGun - Possessive
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Gun walked into the other studio looking for his boyfriend. He had just finished filming and he should be heading home but he hadn’t seen Tay properly in a few days and both had busy schedules this week so they wouldn’t see each other again until the weekend. He only needed five minutes for a hug and maybe a few kisses to keep him going until then.
When he reached the door, he stopped, looking around in search of his taller boyfriend. He noticed him a few feet away but didn’t move. Instead he stood and watched one of their coworkers obviously flirting with his man. She was laughing at something Tay had said, twirling her hair around her finger while the other hand subtly touched his arm.
Taking a step back, Tay accidentally tripped on a thick wire running across the length of the floor, almost falling to the ground before he caught himself. He laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck as Gun heard the girl call him cute. He had seen enough.
Walking up towards the pair, the girl noticed him first and smiled in his direction, prompting Tay to turn around. A smile quickly made its way on to his face.
“Hey Gu-“
Tay didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Gun was in front of him, standing on his tiptoes and grabbing the back of Tay’s neck to bring him into a harsh kiss.
Most people knew by now that Tay and Gun were in a relationship so the scene didn’t really shock them. Although they weren’t used to seeing the two so intense, they usually just cuddled at work or kissed if no one was around.
Pulling away from the kiss, Gun smiled triumphantly and stared up into Tay’s wide eyes. Not giving him time to speak, he took his hand and pulled him out of the studio, telling the staff Tay would be back soon. No one dared to ask where they were going.
Once Gun had found an empty room and they were both inside, he locked the door and pushed the taller man up against the wall. Tay was shocked. He knew Gun could be possessive but usually he still acted cute while doing it, like climbing into Tay’s lap if he was talking to someone he was jealous of and snuggling into his chest. Tay always forgot what he was saying after that and the conversation would end abruptly. This time however, Gun looked more determined.
“Are you jealous, nong? Because I was talking to Prae?” Tay asked, staring down at his boyfriend.
“No, it’s because she was flirting with you. No one else gets to call you cute. Only me,” Gun stated. “Now stay still.”
Gun leaned up again, tilting Tay’s head to the side so he could attach his lips to his neck. He started kissing and sucking, drawing a gasp out of Tay that morphed into a moan as Gun bit down.
“Gun, I’m working, you can’t mark me,” Tay panted, already wanting more.
“I know you’re only rehearsing today. No cameras,” Gun spoke against his neck.
Gun carried on for a while until his lips were red and swollen and Tay was a mess in front of him. Dark marks littered one side of his neck and Gun smiled happily.
Before Tay could even think of words, Gun was pulling back and slowly walking towards the door. “Have fun with work.”
“Ai’Gun, you’re just going to leave me like this?” Tay asked desperately.
Gun looked back with a smirk, seeing Tay was very worked up. Walking back, Gun moved closer to Tay, noses almost touching. “I can do something about it later if you come over.”
Tay just nodded, too occupied with the desire to kiss his boyfriend. Gun noticed and placed a soft kiss on Tay’s lips, pulling back almost as quickly.
“I love you, see you later!” Gun called, exiting the room, leaving Tay to try to calm himself down until he could see Gun again in a few hours.
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Chapter 28: KongArthit - Muay Thai
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However much Arthit loved hanging out with his friends during his spare time, sometimes he just wanted to be alone with Kong. They didn’t even need to do something crazy, a simple movie in bed would make him happy. They were both so busy at the moment with work and uni that they barely spent any time together, even when Kong stayed over and that was most nights. He wasn’t the best at telling Kong what he wanted and he’d never admit that he needed more attention from his boyfriend so he tried to drop subtle hints but he wasn’t sure it was working.
A few weeks ago he had seen an advert for a small theatre show being put on in the local park. He has never really been too interested in musicals or plays but he could appreciate the talent and getting to sit under the stars with Kong for a couple hours sounded perfect. But instead of asking directly if Kong would like to go, he decided on just randomly bringing it up in conversation, pretending he’d just seen the advert on his phone or pointing out flyers that they walked past. He had hoped Kong would get the hint but he couldn’t blame him for not being a mind reader so when the night of the show came and Kong said they were meeting everyone at Bright’s bar, Arthit pretended he wasn’t disappointed.
When Kong arrived at his apartment, the younger insisted they walked to Bright’s bar, saying it was a really nice afternoon and he wanted to enjoy it. Arthit went along with it even though he knew how far the bar was and that it’d be dark and they’d both be worn out by the time they got there. But five minutes away from the apartment and Kong turned down a different street. That particular street leading to the park, the lights from the make shift stage already visible in the distance. Arthit just followed silently, a small smile on his face.
By the time they reached the entrance, Arthit’s hand was laced with Kong’s and he had a wide smile on his face. “I didn’t think we would actually come here. You seemed so uninterested whenever I mentioned it.”
Kong laughed. “I actually brought the tickets before that. You relentlessly mentioning it was just so funny that I let you carry on.”
Arthit swatted Kong’s shoulder who just laughed more. “Stop teasing me or I’ll go home.”
Leaning closer to Arthit, Kong lowered his voice to a whisper. “If you leave now you won’t get to cuddle under the stars.”
“Kongpob!” Arthit whispered, pushing him away gently. He turned his head away from Kong but couldn’t help the small smile that made its way on to his face.
Kong and Arthit did in fact cuddle during the show. Arthit chose seats at the back specifically for that reason, although he wouldn’t tell Kong that. He’d told him he didn’t want to be so close to the speakers but Kong knew better.
After the show was over, they made their way to their favourite food stall that was less than ten minutes away from Arthit’s apartment. While they were eating they chatted about random stuff and since they were both free the next day, Arthit asked Kong to stay over. Kong nearly dragged them both back to Arthit’s without eating when he heard that.
Once they were getting ready to leave, Arthit decided to be bold and hold Kong’s hand again. He didn’t know where the confidence had come from today but the happy look on his boyfriends face was so worth it. Walking down the empty road, Kong brought their hands up to his mouth and kissed Arthit‘s knuckles softly. Arthit smiled and decided this had been a perfect night and nothing could change that.
Except for two guys emerging from a dark alleyway and following them down the street. Arthit noticed them first and squeezed Kong’s hand to get his attention. He squeezed back instantly and they started walking a bit quicker without drawing too much attention. In usual circumstances, Arthit would have dropped Kong’s hand by now but for some reason the vibe he was getting from the two men just made him want to hold on tighter.
“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a couple of fairies,” one guy said, prompting both to start laughing.
Kong stopped abruptly, Arthit’s hand falling from his grip. He turned around to see Kong already facing the men. Now that Arthit could see them, he could see they were definitely bigger than him and Kong and he didn’t like the odds.
“What did you just say?” Kong asked, anger evident in his voice.
Arthit grabbed his arm, trying to get his attention. “Please let’s go. They’re not worth it.”
This clearly angered the smaller of the two as he took a couple of steps forward and pushed at Arthit’s chest, sending him straight on to the floor. Arthit took a couple of seconds to react and by the time he looked up, Kong was positively red in the face.
Kong shoved the man back, who stumbled for a few steps before he regained his balance. He swung out, attempting to punch Kong who expertly blocked the hit, pushing the guys arm to the side and landing a punch of his own right to his jaw. Before he could even react, Kong swept his leg around and pulled the guys leg from under him, sending him crashing to the floor cradling his jaw.
Kong only had a second to breath before the other was coming towards him. Kong stepped forward on one foot, bringing the other up and twisting to strike him square in the chest. Once he was winded and laying on the floor next to his friend, Arthit looked up at Kong. He looked as composed as when they left the food stand and not a single hair was out of place.
“Never put your hands on my boyfriend again or you’ll regret it,” Kong spat angrily before turning to Arthit, his face instantly softening.
“Are you okay? Can you walk?” He asked, helping Arthit to stand up. He just nodded silently and leant on his boyfriend slightly as they walked back to his apartment, paying no more attention to the two bodies laying on the floor.
Once they were back in the apartment and had showered and changed, they laid in bed and put a movie on but Kong couldn’t help but notice Arthit had been silent the whole time.
“What I did before, did that scare you?” Kong asked gently, turning to face Arthit.
Arthit thought for a moment before shaking his head. “I was just surprised, that’s all. I didn’t know you could do all that.”
“I’ve done Muay Thai since I was little. My parents put me in it when I was young to learn the skill,” Kong explained, running his fingers through Arthit’s hair. “It helps me relax so I still practice it now at the gym. You could come if you want, I can show you a few moves.”
Arthit just nodded and cuddled up to Kong, enjoying being closer to his boyfriend again and feeling protected.
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Chapter 29: ChampDoc - First Time 🌶
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It had been three months since Doc confessed his feelings to Champ and two since they'd started officially dating.
Everything was going so well except that Doc was ready to take things to the next level but he didn't have the nerve to tell his boyfriend. He'd used the last of his courage up by telling Champ how he felt so he was stuck.
Doc tried to leave subtle hints but that didn't seem to be working and whenever things started to get heated, he'd get shy and Champ had taken that as he wasn't ready and stopped. Doc was always too embarrased to say otherwise.
He realised nothing was going to happen if he wasn't confident about what he wanted so decided next time something started, he would let Champ know he was ready.
Doc was currently at Champ's apartment preparing dinner. Usually Champ cooked for them but he did it all day at work too so Doc wanted to give him a break. It was very simple as he couldn't cook as well as Champ but he knew his boyfriend would love it.
Once Champ arrived home, he was surprised to see the table set up with candles and soft music playing in the background. He appreciated the gesture from his boyfriend after a long day at work.
After they had eaten, they moved to the sofa and cuddled up watching a film. Halfway through and Doc was no longer paying attention to the screen. Champ's arm was around his back and his thumb was moving up and down on his arm. He wasn't even sure Champ knew he was doing it. He was so frustrated that even this was turning him on.
He turned slightly to face Champ more and snuggled impossibly closer, bringing his head into the crease of Champ's neck. Champ's hand fell to his waist and squeezed it. Turning his head to face Doc, he lent down and pressed their lips together.
Champ kept it slow for as long as he could before he needed more. He deepend the kiss, tongues meeting in the middle, exploring each others mouths.
After a few minutes, Champ shifted, leaning closer to Doc and placed his hand on his thigh. Doc's first instinct was to be shy and embarrassed but he willed himself to be confident and with an ounce of courage he grabbed his boyfiends hand and placed it over his growing bulge.
Champ pulled back from the kiss and glanced at his hand before looking back at Doc. "Are you sure?"
"Yes,” Doc replied, his own hand slowly running up Champ's thigh, grazing him through his joggers.
Champ sighed at the feeling, eyes slipping shut briefly. "Okay."
They continued kissing while they rubbed each other through their trousers. Doc desperately wanted more and the angle wasn't helping. Unconsciously shuffling closer, Doc found himself almost in Champ’s lap. The embarrassment had no time to kick in as Champ grabbed both his hips and moved him until he was comfortably seated in his boyfriends lap.
Champ started jerking his hips straight away, meeting Doc in the middle as he rocked back and forth. Both boys were already out of breath, unable to keep kissing.
Doc fell forward on a particularly hard thrust and buried his face in Champ’s shoulder. Champ turned his head, kissing Doc’s neck, careful not to leave any markes.
Not long after, Doc's movements got faster, both boys moaning before Doc stills and bites Champ's shoulder as he comes. Champ hisses at the sensation and follows him.
They sit and hold each other for a few minutes, Champ rubbing Doc's back as they both come down from their highs.
Once they've caught their breath, Doc turns his head to see Champ already smiling at him fondly. He smiles back.
“We should shower," Champ suggests, feeling the stickiness in his boxers.
Doc nods but doesn't move, just tightens his hold around Champ's shoulders.
Champ laughs at his boyfriends expression and pinches his sides making him squirm. "Do you want to go first?" He asks.
Doc relutantly lets go and gets up, extending his hand to Champ who raises his eyebrow in question. He's shocked by the response he gets.
"Let's shower together."
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Chapter 30: FighterTutor - Drunk Tutor
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Tutor was sat up against the wall of a club, sipping on what must have been his fourth or fifth drink of the evening. He wasn’t enjoying himself at all. He’d come out drinking with a group of guys he’d gotten close with from a new class he was taking. They got along pretty well and he spent the first hour or so engaging in conversation and getting to know them all better. However, once he’d had a few drinks in him, all he wanted to do was sulk about the stupid argument he’d had with his boyfriend.
Fighter hadn’t met these new friends yet and he was concerned about Tutor going out with them. However much Tutor tried to explain that they were good guys and that he trusted them, Fighter continued to be against the idea of Tutor going. After Fighter shot down the suggestion that he could come too, Tutor stormed out and went back to his own place to get ready. Yes, he could understand that Fighter was protective of him but he didn’t want to feel like he was being controlled.
Tutor took another sip of his drink as he watched his friends on the dance floor a few feet away. They had been making sure he felt included but he wasn’t in a dancing mood. Someone came over every once in a while to see if he was okay and get him a drink but he was content to just sit and watch.
While he sat staring at his phone and debating whether he could put his pride aside and call his boyfriend, someone sat down on the floor beside him. He didn’t look up straight away, expecting it to be one of his friends.
“I think I’m going to head home soon,” Tutor said, thumb hovering over Fighter’s contact. He looked up and was surprised to see someone he didn’t know. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“I could take you home,” the man said, leaning closer to Tutor. “I don’t live far.”
“I’m not interested,” Tutor replied, placing his phone back in his pocket. He sat his empty glass down next to him and slowly tried to get up. He definitely shouldn’t have drunk so much.
As he put a hand down to push himself up, his wrist was grabbed and he whipped his head round to see a smirk on the guys face. The guy pulled his arm and Tutor slipped back down onto the floor with a thud.
“Shit. What the fuck dude?!” Tutor winced, trying to pull his arm back.
“Come on, you know you want to come home with me. I can make you feel so good.”
The guy lent over Tutor, running a hand up his leg from his knee, quickly getting higher up. Tutor tried pushing him off but his drunk body didn’t have enough energy. When the guy lent in to kiss Tutor, he pushed as hard as he could.
“Get the fuck off me!” Tutor shouted, alerting the attention of his friends and other people at the club.
His friends rushed over and pushed the guy off, pulling Tutor up after. They fussed over him, asking if he was okay. All Tutor could do was mutter Fighter’s name before running from his friends and out of the club. He didn’t stop running until he was panting outside of Fighter‘s dorm room, knocking with tears pouring down his face.
The door opened and Fighter was shocked to see his boyfriend looking so vulnerable. Any anger that was left from their previous fight was gone, as he stepped forward and wrapped Tutor up in his arms, gently guiding him over to sit on the sofa.
Both boys sat in silence for a while, the only noise was Tutor’s cries getting quieter. Fighter held him close and rubbed a hand comfortingly up and down his back. He waited until his boyfriend was ready to talk.
Once Tutor was down to just sniffles, he grabbed Fighter’s hand and held it tight to his chest. “You were right, I shouldn’t have gone out tonight.”
“No, I wasn’t. I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have made it about me. Yes, I get worried about you but I shouldn’t stop you from going out with your friends just because I don’t know them,” Fighter apologised.
Tutor didn’t say anything for a moment so Fighter continued. “Did something happen?”
“Some guy touched me,” Tutor said after a deep breath. Fighter’s grip on him tightened. “I was sat down by the wall and he sat next to me. He wanted me to go with him but I said no and he put his hand on my thigh and tried to kiss me.”
A few new tears escaped from Tutor’s eyes and Fighter pulled him even closer, wiping them away as they fell.
“I should’ve been there,” Fighter said, angry at himself. “I should’ve gone with you when you suggested it instead of just staying here and sulking. I could’ve protected you.”
Tutor just shook his head. “You couldn’t have known that would happen, don’t blame yourself. Can we go to bed please?”
Fighter just nodded and helped Tutor up. He helped his boyfriend shower quickly and set him out some medicine and water for the morning before getting in bed next to him.
Before he could get settled, his phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. A smile made its way on to his face as he read it. One of Tutor’s friends had somehow got his number and wanted to make sure he was safe after he ran off saying Fighter’s name. Fighter sent a quick message back before he turned over and pulled Tutor close, both falling asleep.
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Chapter 31: TayGun - Jealous Tay
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Off and Gun have a new series coming out and of course that means more interviews, photoshoots and events for promotion. For Tay, that means more chance to get jealous of his boyfriend and best friend. He knows it’s irrational. There has never been anything going on between the pair, it’s always been purely professional. He doesn’t hate the way they have to act, he knows what it’s like, he’s obviously had to do the same before. It’s usually the fan comments that get to him. He can’t hate them though, even from his point of view it seems like the pair are an item. He just wishes he could-
“Ai’Tay are you listening to me?!” Off shouted, pulling Tay from his thoughts.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” Tay asked.
“You’re not overthinking again are you?” Gun asked from beside him, taking his hand.
Off and Gun had spent the morning doing a photoshoot in some suggestive poses and filming little videos for Instagram while Tay waited for them to finish. It left him a lot of time to fall down a rabbit hole.
Before Tay could reply, Off burst out laughing, catching the attention of most of the staff. Once he’d calmed down and apologised, he looked back at Tay who lifted an eyebrow in question.
“I’m sorry but I just find it funny how worked up you get over OffGun. He’s more like my clingy little brother, you know that. I’m sure Gun doesn’t get this jealous of you and New,” Off explained before going back to the set, still chuckling to himself.
Gun blushed at the last statement but turned to face Tay more. “You know there’s nothing going on right?”
“Of course. I’m sorry, you know how I get sometimes. Just ignore me,” Tay laughed quietly.
Gun lifted himself up in his seat and leaned over to press a quick kiss on to Tay’s cheek. “I’d never ignore you. Plus we only have until after this series, remember? Then we said we’d tell everyone. Is that something you still want to do?”
Tay took Gun’s hand and interlocked their fingers, smiling brightly at his boyfriend. “I can’t wait.”
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Chapter 32: TayGun - Engaged
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Tay stared at his phone in shock. He was just making coffee when he got a notification from Instagram that Gun had tagged him in a post. Once he opened it he immediately stopped what he was doing and stared with wide eyes. The post was a photo Gun had taken three days ago. Their hands were interlocked and you could clearly see the engagement rings Tay had used to propose.
Gun had captioned it: My soulmate ❤️
Tay could feel his heart beating faster and a wide smile making its way on to his face as he made his way back to their bedroom.
Gun was laying in bed scrolling through all his comments when Tay opened the door. He smiled cheekily at the expression on his fiancés face.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to post it yet?” Tay questioned, walking closer to the bed.
“I wanted it to be a surprise. Surprise!”
Gun laughed as Tay jumped on to the bed, landing on top of him. He crawled up until he was face to face with Gun.
“I love you,” Tay said, pressing a kiss to Gun’s lips.
Gun smiled widely at him. “I love you too.”
Tay kissed Gun again, immediately deepening it. They kissed for a few moments before he pulled back. “Let’s stay in bed a bit longer.”
“We have to go grocery shopping,” Gun reminded him.
“We can do that later.”
“You’ll be sore after last night.”
“I’ll be fine,” Tay promised. “Please?”
Gun rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that made its way on to his face. Tay smiled triumphantly and went back in for another kiss, both boys quickly ridding each other of their clothes.
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Chapter 33: WinTeam - I’ll Treat You Better 🌶
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Prompt by TobiVesperr
TW: mentions of past domestic abuse
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Team is in Win’s room, something that's become very normal in the two months they've been dating. Despite spending nearly everyday together, they've been taking things slowly, something Team was grateful for.
Although Team had one boyfriend before, he'd been single for over a year when he started university. He hadn't planned on meeting anyone, especially not in the first week. But there was just something about Win that Team was curious about.
Win constantly surprises Team throughout the time they've known each other. He will happily tutor Team in classes he struggles with and won't accept payment for it. He insists on buying most of Team's meals when they're together and spoils him so much. He even lets Team sleep with him in his bed so he can sleep peacefully without nightmares. All things Team isn't used to at all and it took a while for him to start becoming comfortable with them.
Although Team was shy, easily one of his favourite things to do with Win was kiss. Win was always so gentle with him and wouldn't push him to do more than he was ready for. They had given each other hand jobs before, usually with their trousers still on, and that's where they found themselves now.
They had been watching a film on Win's laptop which was long forgotten about as cuddling turned into kissing and kissing turned into wandering hands.
Team knew Win was happy with what they’ve been doing but he could also tell Win wanted more, and he didn't want to disappoint him. So when Win asked Team if he wanted to have sex, Team tried not to sound so unsure when he said yes.
Win smiled and kissed Team more before turning towards his bedside cabinet to grab the lube and a condom. When he turned back, he noticed Team quickly trying to take off his clothes. Win stopped his hands, giving him another quick kiss before slowly unbuttoning Team's shirt.
"Let me do that," Win said, looking up into Team's eyes. Team swallowed thickly, eyes glancing down to the hem of Win's shirt where his hands rested.
"You can take off my shirt if you want,” Win told him. Team hesitated but removed Win's shirt with ease.
Once they were both undressed, Win leant back on his heals, eyes roaming over Team's body. Team blushed at the attention and Win placed soft kisses over his chest and stomach, commenting on how beautiful he was.
"Do you still want to do this?" Win asked, sitting up again.
"I'm ready," Team replied, wiggling a bit under Win until he'd turned on to his hands and knees.
Win paused in shock for a moment. He would've preferred to see Team's face but if this position made his boyfriend more comfortable, he was fine with that.
Win started kissing down Team’s back and Team was surprised for a moment at the affection Win was showing during sex. He never had any of this before.
Team heard the cap of the lube snap open and tensed automatically, waiting for the burning pain that he got so used to.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Win reassured him as he slicked up his fingers and started placing kisses on Team's body again. "Try to relax for me, baby."
Team took a deap breath and relaxed, squeezing his eyes shut, ready for the pain. Win slipped one finger in gently and Team's eyes snapped open. Of course it's uncomfortable but it's nothing like what he was expecting. He craned his head to see what Win was doing and Win looked up to meet his eyes.
“Tell me if it hurts or if it's too much and I'll stop."
Team couldn’t stop himself and instanty burst into tears. Win's eyes widened and he quickly removed his finger before crawling up the bed and pulling Team into his arms.
"Are you okay? Did it hurt?" Win asked frantically.
"I'm okay, it didn't hurt," Team reassured him.
"Why are you crying then?”
"You said you'd stop if it hurt," Team explained between sobs.
Win was confused and tried to understand what his boyfriend was talking about as he rubbed a hand up and down his back. "Team, what-“
"What were you doing?”
"What do you mean? I was opening you up.”
“Why?”
Win pulled back to look at Team. "What do you mean, why? Team, you said you've had sex before. I was opening you up so it doesn't hurt as bad when I go in."
When Team looked down with a confused look on his face, Win took his hands and gave them a squeeze to make Team look back up. "Team... did your first boyfriend not prep you before going in?”
Team shook his head. "I've only ever been with him before, I didn't know you were supposed to do that. I just assumed it was always going to hurt and it only felt good for whoever was on top."
Win's eyes filled with tears at imagining the pain his sweet boyfriend must have felt for god knows how long.
"You thought I was going to do that too? Is that why you were so tense?” Team just nodded. "Why were you going to let me if you thought it was going hurt so bad?"
“I didn’t want to disappoint you and make you mad at me,” Team confessed.
“Did he hit you?” Win asked gently.
Team looked down at their hands. “Sometimes. He said I was too annoying and loud. That I was only good for sex and no one would ever love me.”
Win gently took Team’s face in his hands and his heart broke at the small flinch Team tried to hide. “I’m so sorry that every happened to you. No one deserves that, especially not you.”
When Team didn’t say anything, Win carried on. “I was waiting for the right time to tell you this and I was hoping it would’ve been under happier circumstances but I feel like it needs to be said now. All those things he said aren’t true. You’re beautiful and special and so perfect and I love you.”
Team gasped and looked up to meet Win’s eyes. “I know we’ve been taking it slow and now I know why and that’s completely fine with me. But Team, I fell in love with you the minute I saw you and you deserve to be treated right.”
Fresh tears fell down Team’s face as he fell forward into Win’s chest. Win held him tight and ran his fingers through Team’s hair to calm him down. “I love you too, hia.”
Once Team had calmed down, Win pulled back slightly to look at him. “Wait right here. I’m going to get us some clothes so we can get dressed.”
Just as Win went to move, Team grabbed his wrist. “No, hia. I want to have sex with you.”
Win looked shocked. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Team.”
“Please? I only have bad memories of it. I want to create some good ones with you. I promise I’m okay.”
Win hesitated but sighed at the look on his boyfriends face. “Okay, if you’re sure. I can’t promise it won’t hurt a bit at the beginning but if it gets too much I’ll stop. It will get better though.”
After Team told him he was sure, Win settled back down and they started kissing again, Win going slowly to make sure Team was definitely comfortable. After they were both ready to carry on, Win grabbed the lube.
“Hia?” Team asked shyly. “Can I lay on my back?”
Win pecked his lips and smiled. “Of course you can, baby.”
Win makes sure to tell Team everything he’s doing before he does it. He doesn’t want to surprise Team with anything else. Other people may say he’s ruining the mood, but his only priority is making sure Team is okay.
Once Win has two fingers in Team, he can see his boyfriend starting to enjoy himself. Moving his fingers in and out slowly, he grazes Team’s prostate for the first time.
“Oh my god,” Team’s back arched off the bed as he moaned at the feeling before he instantly clamped a hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry.”
Win stopped his movements for a minute to move closer to Team’s face. He pulled his hand away and leant down to kiss Team deeply. “Don’t ever apologise for feeling good. You can say or do anything you want, okay? You’re safe.”
Team’s eyes started to water again and he just nodded as he smiled up at Win. Win carried on opening Team up, longer than he usually would, still going even after Team said he was ready.
Once Win pulled his fingers out, put on a condom and lined himself up, he took hold of Team’s hands and kissed his knuckles. “I’m going to go really slow, okay?“
Team nodded and breathed deeply as Win started pushing in. He was true to his word and moved slowly until he was completely inside Team, kissing him passionately until Team was ready for him to move.
Win thrust in and out gently until Team told him to go faster, Win instantly picking up the pace. Win was hitting Team’s prostate with every thrust and Team had never felt anything like it.
With pleasure running through his body, Team held out his hands for Win, his boyfriend immediately lowering his body to rest gently on top of Team’s. Team wrapped his arms around Win’s shoulders, nails digging into skin as he got closer to his release.
Win kissed up Team’s neck as he neared his climax, biting down gently, causing Team to fall over the edge. Team clenched around him causing Win to follow him, chanting how much he loves Team as he worked through his climax.
Once he was able to catch his breath, Win pulled out, tying off the condom before falling to the side of Team and pulling him into his chest.
A few minutes after, Win turned to look at Team and smiled as he saw he was falling asleep. He kissed Team’s forehead before climbing out of the bed, pulling the covers up to rest over Team’s bottom half before going to run a bath.
Team opened his eyes a few minutes later and saw Win was gone. Even after all they’d spoken about before, Team started to panic that Win had left him after getting what he wanted just like his ex used to do. Despite being sore, Team pulled himself out of bed and started to get dressed as quickly as he could while tears poured down his cheeks.
Win came out of the bathroom then and was surprised to see Team had his boxers on and was trying to button up his shirt as he sobbed. He hurried to his side and sat him on the bed, trying to wipe away his tears.
“What’s wrong baby? Why are you getting dressed?”
“I thought you were gone. When I opened my eyes you weren’t there. I thought you left too,” Team explained between breaths.
Win just pulled Team into a hug, holding his head to Win’s chest and resting his head on top of Team’s. He ran his fingers through the ends of Team’s hair and cursed the guy that hurt his baby so bad.
“I’ll never leave you. I promise,” Win told him. Win held him until he’d calmed down then stood him up and helped him undress again. “Come on, I ran us a bath.”
Team nodded and let Win guide him to the bathroom and into the warm water where Win held his boyfriend tightly, reassuring him that he’d be there to hold Team for as long as he’d let him.
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Chapter 34: TharnType - The Bet 🌶
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"I still think Tharn is on top,” Champ says, sipping his drink.
"Have you met Type? There's no way he's letting Tharn do that,” Techno says.
Techno and Champ had a bet going for nearly a month about their friends sex life, but neither had got their answer yet.
"Look, they're coming this way. I'm just going to ask them," Techno exclaimed, waving both boys over.
"I don't think that's a good idea!" Champ tried to tell him but it was too late.
Tharn and Type sat down, starting a conversation about their classes. They all talked normally for a while and Champ hoped Techno had forgotten about what he was going to ask.
Until Techno asked, "So who's on top and who's on bottom?"
The drink Type had just taken spat across the table at his friend who cringed as we wiped the liquid off his face.
"Ai'No, do you want to die?!" Type scolded, getting to his feet. "That's none of your buisness."
Type left in a hurry, Tharn giving their friends a small smile before following after him.
That evening, Techno and Champ made their way to Tharn and Type’s dorm with food as a peace offering. Just as Techno was going to knock, he heard a strange noise. Lowering his hand, he leant his ear against the door to hear better.
"No, what are you doing?" Champ asked.
Techno immediately shushed him, pulling him by the arm to listen too. They listened quietly for a few moments before their eyes widened after hearing a moan.
Champ pulled back slightly. "We shouldn't listen to this.”
Techno looked up at him. "Don't you want to finally know who's won the bet?”
Champ rolled his eyes and leant back down.
"Ai'Tharn! That's too cold," they heard Type complain.
"Cold?" Techno questioned, wondering what they were doing. Champ just shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Turn over," Tharn says.
Champ nudges Techno's shoulder and laughs. "I knew I was right."
"No, I'm going on top," Type replies.
"Ha!” Techno laughs, pointing his finger at Champ.
More moaning follows before Tharn speaks again. "Type, go faster."
"You always want to go fast,” Type complains.
Techno turns to Champ with a smug look on his face. "I told you there was no wa-“
Techno is cut off by a sound of surprise followed by movement before they can clearly hear the bed in the room hitting the wall.
"Oh shit, Tharn," Type cried. "Faster."
"I thought you didn't want it fast,” Tharn laughed.
"Asshole Tharn. See if I ever let you touch me again after this,” Type tells him but the breathlessness in his voice and the moans escaping his mouth make the threat less convincing.
Something that sounds very much like a slap is heard before Type cries out, calling Tharn's name and telling him to do it again. Another slap is heard and Techno and Champ pull back from the door, looking between it and each other with horrified looks on their faces.
Just then, Klui and Seo arrive at their dorm next door, Seo giving them a questioning look. "What are you two doing?"
"We had a bet going about who we thought was top and bottom," Champ explained.
"Now we know and I'll be scarred for life," Techno said with a shiver.
"We could've told you that," Klui says before spotting the food bag. "You might aswell go home, they'll be at it for hours.”
Techno and Champ looked surprised as the two other boys place headphones in their ears before saying goodbye and entering their room.
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Chapter 35: TharnType - Wedding Night 🌶
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The minute they were finally alone and in their hotel room, Tharn pushed Type against the wall and started kissing him passionately. Type wrapped his arms around Tharn’s shoulders, tugging lightly on the end of his hair, deepening the kiss quickly.
Tharn pulled back just enough so he could speak, his lips still ghosting over Type’s skin as they moved. “I’ve wanted you all day. You look so beautiful. You have no idea how happy you make me.”
Type stared silently, mouth slightly parted, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Tharn replied with a sweet kiss.
“Take me to bed,” Type requested, wrapping his arms tighter around Tharn’s neck.
Tharn’s hands wandered down until they rest at the back of Type’s knees. Without saying a word, Type jumped and was caught by Tharn who slowly walked them towards the bed as he resumed kissing his husband.
Tharn sat down on the edge of the bed and Type sat comfortably on his lap. Usually they would’ve had each other’s clothes off by now but they savoured the kiss after being pressured into spending the few days before their wedding apart.
After a while they slowly removed each other’s clothes until they were both fully undressed, leaving soft touches and caresses on the others skin.
Tharn took his time opening Type up, wanting his husband to enjoy every second of it. He was sure he could come just from the sounds of pleasure Type was making.
Once Type was a writhing mess underneath him, Tharn pulled his fingers out and picked Type up, changing their position. Tharn sat up against the headboard and pulled Type on to his lap, helping him sink down slowly until he was completely in.
Once Type was ready, Tharn wrapped his arms around Type’s back and held him close. Type’s hands buried into his hair as Tharn left soft kisses on his chest. They rocked slowly against each other, unsure of how long it had been as neither felt the urgency to go any faster.
Tharn pulled his head back and Type leant down to capture his lips in a kiss, the slight change in position sending Type over the edge. He tensed and came over both their stomachs, Tharn quickly following.
Once they came down from their highs, Tharn gently rolled them over on to their sides, pulling out and brushing Type’s sweaty hair off his forehead. Tharn moved to get a cloth to clean them up with but Type grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down, holding him close.
“We need to clean up,” Tharn said with a laugh.
Type whined, a pout forming on his lips that Tharn couldn’t help but kiss. “Five minutes, then we can shower.”
Tharn rolled his eyes with a smile but laid down anyway, pulling Type closer until his head was on Tharn’s chest and their legs were tangled. He smiled as he ran his fingers gently through Type’s hair, wondering how he ever got so lucky.
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Chapter 36: FighterTutor - You Spoil Me
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Fighter absolutely loved to spoil his boyfriend, even if Tutor didn’t like it. Tutor would glare at him or complain but Fighter would always carry on.
Fighter liked buying Tutor lunch if he was too busy to get it or sit with him while he studied even if Fighter wasn’t in that class. He liked going to Tutor’s work and helping him so he didn’t overwork himself even though he wasn’t technically allowed. He even offered to take them on a trip again but Tutor threatened to break up with him if he spent that kind of money so he decided against it for now.
He just really liked doing things for his boyfriend and one particular Friday, he hadn’t seen Tutor all day so he went and picked up their favourite dinner and some dessert and made his way to Tutor’s apartment.
He knocked on the door and waited, Tutor opening it a minute later. “P’Fight. What are you doing here?”
Fighter lifted up the bag of food. “I can’t bring my boyfriend dinner?”
Tutor rolled his eyes but moved to the side so Fighter could come in. He made quick work of plating everything up while Tutor finished the essay he was working on then they sat down to eat.
They chatted about their day while they ate and before long they were finished. Fighter stood up to get the other bag and brought it over to the table, pulling out Tutor’s favourite dessert.
“P’Fight!” Tutor whined when he saw it. “You already brought me dinner.”
“And I wanted to bring you dessert too. You’ve been working a lot. You deserve a treat,” Fighter explained.
“This is too much. You can’t keep spoiling me like this. I don’t want to get used to it,” Tutor complained.
Fighter set the treat down and walked over to Tutor, leaning down until they were face to face. “You might as well get used to it because I’ll be doing it for the rest of our lives.”
Tutor stared at him in silence for a moment, shocked, before a burning feeling travelled through his body. He grabbed Fighter’s collar and pulled him towards him until he could slot their lips together in a heated kiss.
He pulled away a few minutes after, grabbing Fighter‘s hand and dragging him quickly to his bedroom as his boyfriend laughed behind him.
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Chapter 37: KluiSeo - Injured Seo
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Klui was beginning to worry. Seo should have been back hours ago. He only had one afternoon class today and even if he wasn’t coming straight back to the dorm room, he never stayed out this late. He’d missed dinner that Klui had brought home and his phone was going straight to voicemail.
Pulling on his shoes and jacket, Klui grabbed his keys and set off for the university. He made his way to where Seo’s classes had been and when he didn’t find him there, he checked the cafeteria and library too. He checked his phone to see it was almost 8pm.
Just as he thought about going back to their room to see if he’d arrived, he decided to walk in the direction of the university dance studio instead. Seo liked to go there sometimes after class to unwind or practice some routine so it was possible he was there and lost track of time.
Just as he neared the building, he noticed a figure sat in almost complete darkness on a bench and realised it was just the person he was looking for. Hurrying over, he stopped in front of him.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Klui asked. Looking at the boy in front of him, he noticed Seo’s shoe was off and he could make out a slight shine in his eyes. He dropped to his knees and looked at his foot. “What happened?”
“I fell over while I was dancing. I tried to walk but it’s painful so I couldn’t get far,” Seo explained.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Klui asked, gently touching Seo’s ankle but pulling his hand away quickly when he winced. “Sorry.”
“My phone died. I was going to charge it in the studio but I left my charger at home. I was going to ask for help but no one’s walked by.”
Klui looked up at him and noticed him shivering slightly. “How long have you been sat here?”
“A couple hours I think.”
Klui gasped and stood up, shrugging his jacket off and helping Seo put it on, even as he protested. He leant back down and picked up Seo’s shoe, putting it in his bag and crouching in front of the boy.
“Come on, let’s go to the hospital.”
“What are you doing?” Seo questioned.
Klui turned his head slightly to look at him. “I’m carrying you. Let’s go. Don’t hurt yourself getting up.”
Seo stared in shock for a moment before carefully standing up on one foot and with the help of Klui, he climbed on to his back.
Klui walked carefully towards the university hospital, hoping not to jostle Seo and hurt him more. He hated to see him in pain. Klui always thought he could light up any room as soon as he entered it, so to see him on the verge of tears sent an uneasy feeling through his body. He loved his best friend so much and he was just happy he got to care for him in any way possible.
“Klui?” Seo whispered. Klui hummed in response and he carried on. “Thank you for looking for me.
Klui smiled to himself and gave a small squeeze to Seo’s legs as the other boy rest his chin on Klui’s shoulder. “Of course.”
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Chapter 38: KluiSeo - Dreams 🌶
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The weather had been bad all day and had only gotten worse in the evening. Just as Seo was about to fall asleep, the thunder and lightning started and he was suddenly completely awake. He'd never told anyone but storms were one of his biggest fears so as Klui slept peacefully, Seo sat shaking in his bed.
Seo yelped as the thunder started again, louder than before. He covered his mouth as a single tear slipped from his eye, trying not to make more noise and wake Klui.
Seo heard a shuffle from the other side of the room and looked to see Klui sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Seo felt guilty for waking him with his childish fears.
"Are you okay?" Klui asked. Seo opened his mouth to reply before the room lit up with a flash of lightning and a squeak escaped his mouth instead.
"Are you scared of the storm?” Klui asked gently.
Seo stayed silent for a moment before he answered. "Yeah."
"Do you want to sleep in my bed?" Klui offered. When Seo didn't answer, Klui carried on. "If it would help."
Seo got out of bed and walked over to Klui’s, the other boy shuffling over to make room. Klui pulled the blanket over him once he was settled and they both drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, Klui was pulled from sleep at the mention of his name. As he woke more and focused, he realised Seo was repeating his name. Thinking his friend was scared again and needing comfort, he rolled over. Instead of meeting open eyes like he expected, he saw that Seo’s eyes were still closed and his lips were slightly parted as he let out short breaths. He was still asleep.
Klui watched him for another moment before Seo said his name again, this time it came out as more of a moan. Klui’s eyes widened as Seo started squirming in his spot, mouth parting more as he breathed deeply, whispered pleas escaping. Seo moaned once more before his body went still and his breathing returned to normal.
Klui took a few deep breaths, shuffling further away before attempting to fall back asleep.
The next morning, Klui brought up what happened the night before and Seo groaned, embarrassed as he buried his head in his hands. Klui walked to stand infront of him and took both his hands.
"Hey, don't feel embarrased. It's completely normal,” Klui told him. He paused before carrying on. “Also, I found it really hot.”
Seo looked up at him with wide eyes. "What? You're not grossed out?"
Klui shook his head and bent down until their noses almost touched. He moved slowly, giving Seo the chance to pull away if he wanted before he connected their lips for a chaste kiss.
Pulling back, Klui smiled at the flustered look on Seo’s face. "I like you, Seo."
Seo’s eyes widened again but he was too stunned to talk. "Do you like me too?"
Seo nodded and Klui cupped his cheek, leaning closer again. "We'll take it slow okay? But you will be my boyfriend, won't you?"
Seo nodded again, smiling up at Klui as the other boy pulled him in for another kiss.
That night, Seo stayed in Klui’s bed again as the storm hadn't let up and woke up panting and turned on, the dream of Klui still fresh in his mind.
He looked over and jumped when he saw Klui staring at him, a look of fascination in his eyes. He moved and felt a bulge pressed up against his leg. Looking down, he noticed Klui was just as turned on as he was.
Klui followed his eyes and flushed, going to move away. Seo grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "Don't move."
"I promised we'd take it slow," Klui said.
"I don't care,” Seo told him, moving closer until they were completely pressed up against each other.
Seo leant forward and captured Klui’s mouth in a hesitant kiss, hand slowly trailing down.
Klui pulled back, stopping Seo’s hand. "Are you sure?
Seo nodded, leaning in for another kiss. Klui moved back and Seo raised an eyebrow in question.
Without a word, Klui rolled them over until he hovered above Seo, one hand immediately making's it's way into Seo’s pyjama trousers, gripping him tightly.
Seo arched into his hand, eye's slipping shut as Klui stroked him a few times. Suddenly the hand was gone and Seo opened his eyes to see Klui leaning in.
Just as Seo expected their lips to meet, Klui turned his head and whispered into his ear. "Tell me about your dream."
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Chapter 39: WinTeam - Rumours
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After Win told Team to be brave and they both confessed their feelings, Team never doubted how much Win loved him. Everything they've been through to get together and all Win does for Team, he would be stupid to question it.
Of course Team loved Win just as much and he was now comfortable enough to show him that in private. He was still a bit too shy to do couply things in public but Win didn't mind.
They had been together almost six months and everything was going smoothly. Until it wasn’t.
There had been rumours going around the campus about the couple. Their friends had heard a few whispers and relayed the messages but the boys weren’t concerned with what they heard so they chose to ignore them.
After class on a Friday, Team let himself into Win’s dorm and saw him sitting at his desk. He looked deep in thought so Team assumed he was working and didn't want to disturb him. He put his things away and grabbed a towel and a change of clothes before taking a shower.
Once he was finished, he exited the bathroom to see Win in exactly the same position and Team instantly grew worried.
"Hia?" Team spoke softly. Win jumped like he'd only just realised Team was there.
He turned in his chair to greet Team but stopped when he noticed him in his pyjamas with damp hair. "How long have you been here?"
"A while," Team told him. "You looked like you were thinking pretty hard. Are you okay?"
Win sighed and held out his hand for Team. Team instantly moved closer, settling himself on Win's lap, a position that had quickly become one of his favourites. Cuddling on Win's lap always managed to make him feel better.
Team rest his arms on Win's shoulders and combed his fingers through the back of his hair as Win laid his head on Team's chest.
They sat in that position for a while, neither of them talking until Win pulled back and placed a quick kiss on Team's lips.
"What happened, hia?” Team asked.
"I heard people talking today," he paused. "About us.”
Team sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had heard people talking a few days prior but hadn't mentioned it to Win because he didn't want to upset him.
Despite knowing nothing about their relationship, other students had assumed that Win was forcing Team into a relationship he didn't want to be in.
He'd also heard a rumour that Team was going to break up with Win after they'd seen how Team reacts when Win teases him.
Team couldn't understand how people came to these conclusions. It was true, they were no Dean and Pharm. Team wasn't completely comfortable with PDA but it was obvious to most people with common sense that there was something between them and Team clearly wasn't forced into it.
"Please don't listen to them, hia. Nothing they're saying is true, you know that right?" Team asked him.
"You heard it too?"
Team nodded guiltily. "I heard something a few days ago. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be sad, I'm sorry."
Win just nodded and looked down. Team cupped his face and lifted it until they locked eyes.
"Tell me you don't believe it," Team pleaded.
"I didn't at first but then I started thinking about it," Win confessed. He looked at Team with so much vulnerability, tears slipping from his eyes and Team felt his heart break. "I didn't pressure you into dating me, did I?”
Team gently wiped Win's tears as they fell. "Of course you didn't. I love you hia, you know that. I want to be with you just as much as you want to be with me. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wasn't as committed to you.”
Win’s hands instantly gripped Team's waist tighter and pulled him closer. "You did nothing wrong. I just let them comments get to me and I started thinking about the first time we slept together."
"Don't even think like that. I wanted that just as much as you, I was just nervous at the time. You know I would've told you if l didn't want it."
Team pulled Win in for another hug and stroked a hand up and down his back. "Are you okay now?"
Win nodded. "I'm okay. Thank you, Team. I love you.”
"I love you too," Team replied, squeezing Win tighter.
The next Monday, Win and Team sat with their friends at lunch. The were chatting and laughing for a while before Team noticed a group of students whispering and pointing to their group, instantly stopping when they saw Team looking.
Team narrowed his eyes but ignored them and turned back to the group. A few minutes later, Team was trying to wriggle away from Win as he tried to feed him a dessert Pharm had made.
Win brought one hand down to tickle Team and he opened his mouth in a laugh, giving Win the opportunity to push it past Team's lips.
Team tried to push Win away as he calmed his laughing, turning away to eat the dessert he actually did want.
As he turned, Team once again spotted the table of students. This time, Team could tell they were pointing at Win with disgusted looks on their faces. One turned their eyes on Team and sent him a sympathetic look and he snapped.
Team swallowed his food and abruptly stood up, shocking Win as his arm fell from Team’s shoulder. Win looked on confused as Team left their table and walked over to another, slamming his hands down.
"Do you have something you want to say?" Team asked angrily.
The group at the table was shocked for a moment before one spoke up, looking at Team like they were doing him a favour.
"We weren't talking about you, P’Team. Well, not exactly," The guy confessed.
Without his eyes leaving the group, Team gestured at the now silent canteen, all eyes on the interaction.
"Well don't be shy, share it with the group,” Team told him.
The guy stuttered for a moment, looking around before he spoke. "We were talking about how we think P'Win is forcing you into a relationship. You always look uncomfortable."
Team was silent for a moment as he heard a few gasps from other students, before he looked back at Win. His head was down and he could see him breathing deeply.
Team stood up straight, walked with determination over to Win and gripped his arm lightly. Win looked up and Team saw tears in his eyes. Team gently pulled him out of his seat and placed a hand on the back of his neck.
He took a deep breath before he pulled Win close and slotted their lips together. Win clung to the front of Team's shirt as the younger boy kissed him passionately in the crowded canteen.
Team pulled away and turned back to the group of students. “Does it look like I was forced to do that?"
He turned back to their table and grabbed both their bags, saying bye to their friends and taking Win's hand in his. He guided Win to his car, both getting in and Team driving them back to Win's room without a word.
Once they were inside, Team silently undressed them both to shower before he put them in comfy clothes and laid them down in bed. Team held Win close and softly stroked his hair as Win cried silent tears.
Win's breath evened out slowly as he fell asleep while Team leant forward to press a soft kiss onto his forehead, whispering how much he loves him.
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Chapter 40: PickRome - Sick Rome
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Rome didn't get sick often, but when he did, he got it bad. He woke up on a Friday morning, feeling terrible and struggling to keep his eyes open, his chest hurt and he felt like he had the flu. He wanted nothing more than to cuddle with his boyfriend but Pick had an early shift that day so he was already gone.
Rome stared at the empty side of the bed before deciding he didn't want to spend the day alone. With more effort than it should have taken, Rome got out of bed and got ready before making his way to work.
As soon as he arrived at the cafe, Pao was in front of him. The hug Rome had expected didn’t come and he looked up to see a concerned look on his colleague’s face.
"Rome, why are you here? You don't look good," Pao told him.
"I'm fine," Rome responded, going into the back room and putting his bag away.
As he came back out, he came face to face with Good who gave him the same worried expression.
Good looked at Pao who shrugged his shoulders. "Rome? You should go home. You don't look well."
"I'm not going home," Rome told them, ending the conversation there.
Three hours later and Rome only looked worse. He could barely stand up and keep his eyes open, he'd got multiple orders wrong and had burnt his hand on the coffee machine.
Good sighed as he once again watched Rome lean against the counter, almost falling asleep in his hand.
"Maybe we should call Pick?” Pao whispered to Good.
Rome perked up then and looked at the two guys. "Don't call P'Pick, I’m fine."
It had been six months since Pick and Rome had switched back and both boys had properly met each other’s colleagues since then.
Good sighed and gestured to the back room. "Will you at least go and take a break? Try and rest a bit while you're back there.”
Rome looked reluctant but agreed anyway, heading to the back room and laying down on the sofa.
A few minutes later, Good went to check on Rome and saw he had already fallen asleep. Turning back round, he grabbed his phone and found the number for the vet practice he remembered Rome saying Pick worked at.
The line rang for a few seconds before someone picked up and Good heard a woman’s voice.
"Hello. How can I help you?" They asked.
"Hello. Is it possible to speak to Pick please?" Good asked.
"I'm sorry, P’Pick is busy right now. Can I take a message?" She asked.
"Yes, my name is Good, I work with Pick’s boyfriend Rome. Can you tell him that Rome is sick and won't go home. Is Pick able to come and get him please?" Good explained.
"Boyfriend?" The girl asked after a few seconds.
"Yes, he seems quite sick and should go home as soon as possible. Can you tell him please?”
"Yes, of course. I will pass on the message."
"Thank you, P'Jay isn’t it?" Good asked, remembering the name.
“P’Jay is away at the moment. My name’s Jan, I'm filling in for a few weeks," she explained, both saying goodbye afterwards and ending the conversation.
An hour later, Pick was done with all his appointments and he was sat at his desk finishing up his paperwork when Jan walked in with a cup of tea.
"Here you are P’Pick," she said, setting the cup down in front of him.
He gave her a tight lipped smile and thanked her as he went back to his work. She seemed like a very nice girl but it was obvious she had a thing for him and it had been mentioned a few times that he was in a relationship but she didn't seem bothered.
She stood in his room in silence, watching him work for a few moments before Nueng walked in behind her.
"Oh, N’Jan, did you give Pick the message? They just called again," Nueng asked.
"What message?" Pick asked, looking up from his work to see a sheepish look on Jan’s face. When she didn't say anything, Pick looked at Nueng and raised an eyebrow.
"Someone called Good rang, said he works with Rome. Apparently Rome's sick and needs to go home," Nueng told him.
Pick nodded and started gathering his stuff, then stopped and looked at Jan. "Wait, when did he ring the first time?"
"About an hour ago," she said guiltily. "I didn't think it was that important.”
Pick glared at her and packed his stuff away quicker. "Not important? My boyfriend’s sick and needs to go home and you didn’t think it was important to tell me an hour ago?"
"Uh... I-I'm sorry P’Pick. I made a mistake,” Jan stuttered.
Pick went to say something else then looked at Nueng who motioned for Pick to go. Nueng could handle it after he’d gone.
Pick grabbed his bag and made his way to his car, driving to the cafe as quickly as possible. Parking the car, Pick got out and quickly walked into the building. spotting Pao with a customer.
He looked towards the counter and saw Good coming from the back room. Good almost sighed in relief when he saw Pick.
"Pick! I wasn't sure if you'd got my message," Good said.
"I would've been here sooner but it wasn't passed onto me,” Pick explained. Good nodded like he understood. "Where is he?"
"In the back," Good said, motioning for Pick to follow him. "Sorry for calling you at work, I didn't have your number and didn't want to wake Rome. He wouldn't go home but he fell asleep as soon as I sent him on break."
Pick followed him into the room, spotting Rome once Good stepped to the side. His boyfriend was sleeping soundly on the sofa, curled up so that his whole body fit. Pick would've thought he was comfortable if not for the frown on his face.
"How long has he been asleep?" Pick asked, walking towards Rome and crouching in front of him. He reached his hand out and gently brushed the hair off his face.
"About an hour," Good replied, smiling at the action.
"Okay, I'll take him home,” Pick replied. He moved to wake Rome then turned to see Good still standing there. He raised an eyebrow, a questioning look on his face. Good got the message quickly and shuffled out the room, leaving Pick and Rome alone.
Turning back to face Rome, Pick gently ran his fingers through his hair, increasing the pressure slightly to wake Rome up. Rome's eyes opened slowly and he blinked up at Pick.
"P'Pick?" Rome lifted his head slightly and looked around the room, realising where he was. "What are you doing here?”
"Good called and said you were sick so I'm taking you home," Pick explained, helping Rome sit up.
Rome groaned which turned into a cough. Pick sat beside him on the sofa and rubbed his back as he calmed down. "I told them not to call you.”
"I'm glad they did. Look at you, you shouldn't have even left the house this morning."
"I know," Rome admitted.
"Then why did you come to work?" Pick questioned.
Rome yawned and laid his head on Pick’s shoulder, almost falling asleep again. "I didn't want to be alone."
Pick sighed and wrapped his arm around Rome's waist. "You should have called me, I could've come home."
Rome sat up and tried to argue, only to start coughing again.
"Okay, let's get you home. Come on,” Pick said, standing up and taking Rome's hand, grabbing his bag on the way out.
Good and Pao said bye as they left and hoped for Rome to feel better soon. Pick stopped quickly on the way to buy medicine and by the time he was back in the car, Rome was asleep again.
Once they got home, Pick took the bags in before going back for Rome, carefully carrying him into the house and to their bedroom. He expertly changed Rome and tucked him into bed before setting out the medicine for when he woke up.
Once he was sure Rome was comfortable and he had everything he needed to take care of his boyfriend, Pick got into bed and tucked himself around Rome, holding him tightly.
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Chapter 41: WinTeam - New Year’s Eve 🌶
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Win and Team were stood in their living room, watching all their guests enjoying themselves. This was their first New Year’s Eve spent in their new house and they wanted to celebrate it with all their friends and family.
The place was still decorated with Christmas decorations and lights were hung up everywhere. It looked great. Everyone was chatting, laughing and tucking into the food that Pharm had thankfully prepared at his restaurant. Over five years together and Win and Team still only knew the basics of cooking.
Everything was going great. The only downside of hosting the party was that if there was a problem or more drinks were needed, they were the ones that had to deal with it. Which meant it was getting closer to midnight and the two boys had barely spent any time together.
It was 11:50pm when Win found Team in a quiet hallway, both boys no longer busy. Win sighed in relief as he stepped behind Team and wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist, resting his head on Team's shoulder.
"I missed you," Win said, placing a kiss in the crease of Team's neck, breathing in the smell of Team's cologne as he did.
Team relaxed into the hold and laughed. "I've been here the whole time."
When Win didn't respond, Team turned his head to see a pout on Win's lips.
"Fine, I missed you too,” Team confessed, quickly pecking his lips. He turned back round and remembered the two glasses of red wine he had been holding for god knows how long. “Here.”
Team held the glass up and Win took it without untangling himself from his boyfriend. Team laughed at his clinginess but smiled anyway.
Just as Team was going to turn around in Win’s arms, one of Win's cousins ran through the hall, knocking into Team causing him to spill his wine all over his white shirt.
"Shit," Team cursed, looking down at his ruined shirt, pulling the soaked material away from his skin.
"I need to get changed," Team said, turning to Win who nodded and placed both glasses on a table before following Team upstairs.
He found Team in their bedroom looking through the drawers, pulling out another shirt and laying it on the bed before going into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Win followed him and watched from the doorway with hungry eyes as Team peeled the wet shirt off himself.
He dropped the shirt into the bath before he grabbed a towel to start drying himself.
"I smell like red wine now,” Team said, sniffing his arm before he caught Win's eyes in the mirror.
Team raised an eyebrow as Win pushed himself off the wall and walked towards Team, leaning down to sniff his neck before standing back up and looking him in the eyes.
"You smell good to me," Win told him.
Team stared at him for a few seconds before he dropped the towel next to the sink and pulled Win into a kiss.
Win deepened the kiss quickly, turning Team around to lean against the counter. Win's hands instinctively started roaming down Team’s chest until they stopped at his hips, burning holes through the fabric of Team's trousers.
Team made quick work of unbuttoning Win's shirt to slip his hands inside and run his fingers across his back.
Win's hands moved to undo his trousers before quickly doing the same to Team's.
Team's hands stopped him and Win looked up at him questioningly. "We should wait for everyone to leave."
"Or we could do this now and carry on when everyone leaves," Win suggested.
Team looked like he was going to argue for a moment before he leant back in for another kiss.
Win got back to work on Team's buttons, pulling both their trousers down far enough to pull them both out and take them both in one hand.
Both boys were a moaning mess as Win stroked them quickly, still kissing Team fiercely as he did.
In an embarrassingly short time, both boys came together over Win's hand, Team scratching his nails down Win's back as they did.
Team laid his head on Win’s shoulder as they both caught their breath. Win easily cleaned them both up and tucked them back into their trousers without even jostling Team.
Win ran his fingers through Team's hair and the younger boy lifted his head as they heard their guests counting down to Midnight.
As the voices got to one, Win cupped Team's face and pulled him close until their foreheads rest together.
"Happy New Year, baby," Win whispered.
"Happy New Year, hia," Team replied, closing the gap for a sweet kiss.
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Chapter 42: TharnType - Deaf Type
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Type had lost his hearing when he was just five years old and it took him years to come to terms with it. It even took him nearly a year to start learning sign language.
Now he was an adult, he’d come to terms with it, knowing it was something that was a part of him. Of course he wished he could hear his parents voices again, even if he couldn't really remember what they sounded like, but he was grateful for his family and the friends he’d made despite his differences.
He was most grateful for one person in particular. Tharn. The man he now knew as his boyfriend. They’d met at the beach and Type instantly knew he was special.
Type was walking along, enjoying the feel of the sun on his face and the sand under his feet when he was hit from behind with a beach ball. Type had picked it up and when he stood back up he saw this gorgeous man running towards him with a guilty look on his face.
He’d stopped in front of Type and Type instantly got lost in the others mans eyes. It took him a moment to realise the guy's mouth was moving and Type dropped the ball to sign that he couldn’t hear, not knowing if he would understand but hoping it would get the point across anyway.
Surprisingly, the handsome man started signing back without hesitation. He apologised about the ball and they spoke for a couple of minutes, learning each other’s names before they said goodbye and headed in opposite directions.
Type couldn't help himself though and he looked back at Tharn, seeing him doing the same. They both smiled and Type turned around and carried on.
Not even five minutes later, Type had felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see Tharn looking like he'd just been running.
Tharn had ended up asking for Type's number and although they started out as friends, it was obvious to themselves and everyone around them that they already loved each other deeply, so their relationship became serious very fast.
Now three years on, Type sat in the doctors waiting room, clutching Tharn's hand tightly as he bounced his leg nervously.
Type was about to be fitted with a hearing implant. It would only be temporary but if it worked, he could have surgery to have it permanently implanted.
To say he was nervous was an understatement. He'd had all the necesary tests and they all came back with positive results, meaning it was likely the implant would work for him, but he didn't want to get his hopes up.
He looked at Tharn who was reading the information booklet with one hand while he allowed the other to be squeezed by his boyfriend.
Type really couldn't thank Tharn enough for this. Even if it didn't work, Tharn had still paid for all the tests, the trial implant and insisted on paying for the permanent one too. Type's parents had heard about the proceduce a few years prior to meeting Tharn but they couldn’t afford it and as soon as Tharn heard about it, he offered to pay. Of course Type refused but Tharn had been persistent so here they were.
Type squeezed Tharn’s hand twice, something they did to get each other’s attention and Tharn looked up at him with a small smile.
I’m scared. Type signed after letting go of Tharn’s hand.
It wasn’t often that Type showed so much vulnerability, so for him to admit it, Tharn knew it was bad. But this was a big thing so it was to be expected.
Why are you scared? Tharn asked.
I don’t think it will work. Type replied.
The tests all came back positive. We have no reason to believe it won’t work. Let’s be optimistic, okay? Tharn told him.
Type sighed, he tried being optimistic at first but he didn’t want to get his hopes up just to be let down. But if you expect disappointment, then you can never really be disappointed.
Type sat with his thoughts for a little while longer and eventually Tharn got his attention and told him the doctor was ready.
Once he got comfortable in the chair, the doctor started setting up the implant. It took a while for it to get fitted properly but Type just looked at Tharn the whole time, who squeezed his hand for reassurance.
Eventually the doctor told him it was ready to test and he sat nervously, waiting for the sounds he was expected to hear. At first he didn’t hear anything, then the ringing started and the occasional beep.
The doctor asked him if he could hear them and he whipped his head up to the sound of her voice. She had a pleased smile on her face.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said. Type just nodded, tears starting to gather in his eyes as he listened to everything he could. It was like a switch had been turned on and he could magically hear and it was amazing.
“Okay, you can talk to him, he can hear you,” the doctor said, looking at Tharn.
For a moment, Type had forgot Tharn was there, so overwhelmed with the emotions he was feeling and that it was actually working.
He turned to Tharn and took a deep breath as tears streamed down his face. The anticipation to hear Tharn’s voice for the first time was almost too much.
Tharn squeezed the hand he was holding and moved closer to cup Type’s cheek, wiping his tears, just for them to be replaced with new ones.
“I love you,” Tharn said and Type let out a sob. The intensity of it all was getting too much but Tharn was there holding his hand and his voice was just as perfect as the rest of him.
Tharn tried to sooth him with more words, eventually calming him down enough to go through everything with the doctor.
Type was still in a haze but thankfully Tharn was there to get all the information and they left shortly after. Once they got home, Type went to bed and was woken up a few hours later by Tharn who told him they were going out.
Tharn drove them to the beach near their house, the one they’d first met at and grabbed a picnic basket from the car before taking Type’s hand and leading them to a deserted area.
Tharn set up a blanket and the food and they ate for a while, Tharn staying silent and allowing Type to enjoy the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks.
Once they were done, Tharn took Type’s hand and they walked to the edge of the water, Type dipping his toes in.
A few moments later, Tharn squeezed Type’s hand twice and Type turned his head to see Tharn down on one knee, a nervous smile on his face.
Type gasped and Tharn released his hand to pull a small box out of his pocket. Type watched as Tharn placed the box carefully on the sand before looking back at him.
“Type, meeting you here three years ago was the best day of my life. I knew you were the one the moment I saw you. You are so special to me and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Will you marry me?” Tharn said as he signed along.
Type smiled through his tears and nodded his head, dropping onto his knees in front of Tharn to pull him into a kiss, hugging him tightly afterwards.
Eventually both boys pulled back, Tharn picking up the box and slipping the ring onto Type’s finger, Type doing the same with the matching one Tharn had also brought before they leant back in for another kiss.
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Chapter 43: FighterTutor - Not A Break Up
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The minute Tutor's shift ended at the cafe, he went home as quickly as possible, collapsing onto his bed in a fit of tears.
Fighter's dad had come to his work, had said he knew everything and wanted them to break up. Tutor had agreed but he really wasn't prepared to loose one of the most important people in his life.
He pulled out his phone and asked Fighter to come over. Fighter must have heard the sadness in his voice as he was at Tutor’s door less than 10 minutes later.
As soon as Tutor opened the door and Fighter saw the tears running down his face, he pulled the younger boy into a tight hug and closed the door behind them.
Fighter stroked Tutor’s hair for a few moments before leading them to the sofa. Fighter sat close and put one arm around Tutor's waist, the other hand taking one of Tutor's.
"What happened?” Fighter asked.
Tutor sniffled and turned to Fighter with bloodshot eyes. "Your dad came to the cafe today. He told me he knew about us. He isn't happy P’Fight. He said he wants you to have a normal family. He told me to break up with you and I said I would but I don't want to."
“It's okay," Fighter tried to calm his boyfriend as Tutor clung to the front of his shirt, afraid he'd loose him anyway.
"Look at me, Tor," Fighter said. Tutor pulled back and looked up at him. "We're not breaking up, okay? Don't worry about that. I'll talk to my dad and hopefully he'll understand."
"Please don't talk to him, at least not yet," Tutor pleaded.
"Why not?" Fighter asked.
"If he knows we didn't break up then he might try and take you away from me,” Tutor said, his tears starting again. Fighter just pulled him closer.
"If we pretend we're not together, he might leave us alone. We could save some money, I could get another job,” Tutor suggested, trying to think of everything he could do to keep them together.
"Tor, you don't need to-“
"Then we can try talking to your dad again, okay? If he doesn't accept it, then we can leave. You could stay here with me or we could go somewhere else or-"
Fighter grabbed both his hands and turned to look Tutor in the eyes. "Hey, it's okay. We're going to be okay. Whatever happens, we'll always be together. Don't get yourself so worked up. I'll figure something out."
Tutor just nodded and melted into the hug Fighter gave him. Looking up, he saw Fighter wiping his eyes.
“P’Fight, why are you crying?” Tutor asked, pulling back from the embrace.
“I’m just really relieved that you didn’t listen to him and end things. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Fighter confessed.
Tutor smiled and leant in, placing a soft kiss on his boyfriends lips before he cuddled closer to him again.
Maybe things wouldn’t be easy but as long as they were together, they would be okay.
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Chapter 44: WinTeam - Scenting 🌶
Notes:
Prompt by Tesia87
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It was obvious from the day they first met that Win and Team were fated mates. Sure, it took them a little while to realise that but since they've been together, everything's been perfect.
"Hia? What are you doing?" Team asked, watching Win's wrist rub against his own from where they rested between them.
Win looked down and saw what he was doing. Team had only recently agreed to be his boyfriend and he had resisted the urge to scent him for so long, not wanting to seem possessive but now he seemed to be doing it subconsciously.
"Sorry," Win replied, pulling his hand away as he blushed.
Team looked up at their friends to see them deep in conversation, not paying attention to the two boys across from them.
Team took Win's hand and gave it a squeeze as he smiled shyly up at his boyfriend. "I don't mind."
Team couldn't imagine having a better boyfriend and alpha. Often at times, Team could be insecure. He was a little taller than most omegas and some people would say he was too loud. But Win would always be there to reassure and protect him.
Win picked up his phone on the second ring and heard Team let out a choked sob as he spoke.
"Hia, I need you,” Team confessed.
"Okay baby, I'm on my way,” Win said, packing up his stuff and rushing to the car park. “What happened?"
"They called me weird, hia. They said I'm not good enough for you,” Team cried.
Win cursed whoever said that to his boyfriend and got in his car, switching his phone to loud speaker. “Listen to me, okay Team? You're perfect for me. We're meant to be together, remember? I don't want you to listen to anything they say."
Win arrived at the dorm in record time and ran up to Team's room, unlocking the door with his spare key. As soon as he saw Team sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, his heart broke. He moved quickly and knelt down, pulling Team into a bone crushing hug. Team instantly started relaxing at the scent of Win around him and calmed himself down as Win ran his fingers through his hair.
Although they had a very secure relationship, Win could also get jealous at times. Team couldn't pretend he didn't notice the occasional stares or flirting he got. He couldn't understand how people thought they stood a chance against Win, but some were determined. And if it made his boyfriend feel more at ease, Team would allow Win to scent him as much as he needed.
"Hia? What's wrong?" Team asked.
Win had been unusually quiet for most of lunch. He'd been fine until that girl from one of Team's classes had come over to ask him a question.
"Is this about the girl from my class?" Win looked at him for a second and Team took that as a yes. "You have nothing to be worried about. Why would I be interested in anyone else when I have you?"
Win looked up at Team then and he relaxed at the soft smile on Team's face. "I know. I’m sorry.”
Win knew he was being irrational. His alpha instinct to scent Team the minute his classmate came over had kicked in but he didn't want to be a possesive boyfriend.
Team nodded and wondered in silence for a moment on how to cheer Win up before he got an idea.
Team lifted the collar of his shirt away from his neck slighty and gave it an exaggerated sniff before he turned to Win with a pout.
"Hia, I don't smell like you anymore," Team lied. Of course he still smelt like Win, they'd been sat pressed against each other since lunch started but the way Win's eyes lit up was worth a little lie.
Win happily pulled Team closer and nuzzled his nose in Team's neck, not caring who was watching. Team thought he should be embarrassed, but he secretly loved people knowing they belonged to each other.
Since becoming official, there was rarely a lot of time they didn’t spend together. Even if it was only a few days, it would drive Win crazy, and if Team was being honest, he didn't like it either. Team pretended to hate it, but Win would always have a jumper or shirt ready for him that smelled just like his boyfriend.
"Team!" Win called, walking towards their usual lunch table.
Win had some family thing that he had to go home for so this was the first time Team had seen him in three days.
Team got up and wrapped his arms around Win's neck as he approached the table, used to little bits of PDA by now.
Win rubbed his nose in the crease of Team’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. Win loved Team's smell but he'd be much happier once he could smell himself there too.
Win pulled back, placing a quick kiss on his lips before he rummaged in his bag and pulled out something for Team.
"Here, put this on."
Team held it up, expecting the jumper Win usually gave him "Hia, this is a shirt, I already have one on."
"You can get changed," Win suggested.
Team looked at his watch then back up at Win with a pout. "You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. I have class soon. If I go change, I won't see you again until later."
"Then I'll come and help you,” Win said giving him a flirty smile.
Team debated it for a moment before agreeing and grabbing his stuff.
"I doubt he'll need that shirt after you're done helping him, P'Win. Don't be late for class Team," Manaow teased and Team gave her the finger as they walked away.
Team absolutely loved all things about Win. The one thing he hadn't experiend yet though was Win's rut. Win had always insisted he spend it alone. He said he didn't want to hurt Team but he knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt him on purpose.
At first he didn't even want to be there for Team's heats either so for the first couple after they got together, Team was alone too. But then Team had gone into heat while he was in Win's room and Team was desperate and in pain and Win couldn't stop himself from helping his boyfriend.
Since then, Team had often asked Win to mark him, so that he could always smell the intoxicating scent of them mixed together. But Win didn't want to pressure Team and said it wasn't the right time. So for now, Team was just happy to have Win by his side, even if some days he was just a bit clingier than usual.
Everyone was sat at their usual table for lunch, chatting amongst themselves as they ate. Win was slightly quieter than usual, preferring to just eat and listen to Team talk.
Win was pressed up as close to Team as he could without actually sitting in his lap, one hand firmly around his boyfriend’s waist with his hand resting on his hip.
Team loved this position, whether they were out or at home, it made him feel safe and comforted. It was such a norm for them that he would barely bat an eye when Win did it. It was just something they did. Something as normal as breathing for them.
Team looked over at Win and smiled, lifting a piece of his food up to Win's mouth who smiled back as he ate it.
Team stayed silent for a while, content to just watch Win as the older boy squeezed his hip and nuzzled into the crease of Team’s neck. Win zoned out until Team spoke again.
"Is there any extra practices next week?" Team asked.
"I'm doing the schedule later but I'm going in early tomorrow so you can come then if you want,” Dean suggested.
"Thanks. I will-“ Team didn't get to finish his sentence before Win nipped his shoulder. "Ow. Hia, what was that for?”
"I don't want you alone with another alpha," Win told him.
Team gave him a confused look and turned to see all their friends looked the same. "It’s just P'Dean."
Win gave him a pointed look. "I don't care."
Team gave Win a questioning look as he leant back on Team's shoulder and he turned back to their friends with a small shrug.
Later that evening, Win was getting restless as he waited for Team to get back. He'd had a later class than Win so he'd been alone for a few hours and he was dying to see his boyfriend.
As soon as Team came in and shut the door, Win's senses were abused by a smell that wasn't his.
“Why do you smell like another alpha?" Win questioned.
Team sniffed his collar before sitting next to Win on the bed. “I bumped into someone when I was leaving class. It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention."
Win stared for a moment before he pulled Team closer and buried his face as far into Team’s neck as he could. Team laughed in surprise but didn't push him off.
Once Win was done, he moved down, rubbing his cheek across Team's chest before moving to the other side of Team’s neck.
Win began leaving kisses along Team’s skin, biting a spot every so often, soothing his tongue over it afterwards.
Team wound his fingers into Win's hair, pulling his hair tie out in the process. He laid back on the bed, Win following him without removing his lips.
Win paused for a moment to focus on Team’s clothes. He begun unbuttoning Team's shirt quickly which surprised Team as he usually liked to go slow.
Team had a thought and grabbed Win's hands as he spoke. "As much as I'm loving this, I think I should go."
"Why?" Win asked, confused.
"Hia, when was the last time you had a rut?”
A look of realisation made it's way on to Win's face as he thought. "A while.”
Win sat back on his heals as his hands itched to touch Team again. Team moved to get up, buttoning his shirt as he did.
Win grabbed his arm gently and Team stopped to look at him. "Please stay."
Team sighed and grabbed Win's hand. “Are you sure? Because before-“
"I know. I didn't want to hurt you but I know I won't. I'm thinking clearly, I want you to stay.”
"Okay," Team said. Win smiled at his boyfriend but Team carried on. "On one condition."
Win raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"I want you to mark me,” Team told him, completely serious.
"Team-“
"Please, hia. I'm ready. I really want you to do it."
Win stayed silent for a minute. He wanted to argue and say no but at the same time he'd been wanting to mark Team since they'd first met and had to restrain himself every time the younger bay asked.
"Okay," Win nodded, smiling at Team.
Team laid back down and beamed up at Win, holding his arms up for his boyfriend to fall back in them.
Win immediately captured Team’s lips, both boys kissing hungrily. They quickly lost their clothes and Team flipped them over, pushing Win on to his back.
Team kissed down Win’s body, stopping at his very hard dick. He wasted no time wrapping his hand around the base and taking the head into his mouth. With one hand on Win’s hip, Team expertly sucked Win, taking nearly all the length into his mouth and pumping what didn’t fit.
Win tangled one hand in Team’s hair, the other gripping the sheets as Team took him deeper. Win moaned loudly and Team enjoyed the sounds, working him for what felt like hours before Win finally went stiff and came in Team’s mouth. Team stroked him through it as he pulled off and swallowed everything before he crawled back up, kissing Win as he straddled his hips.
Win didn’t give himself a second to relax before he leant over and grabbed the lube from where he’d left it that morning, coating his fingers and slipping two easily into Team.
Team moaned at the feeling and sat back slightly to get Win’s fingers deeper. Win stretched him for a moment, before he added a third finger and began pumping them in and out, grazing Team’s prostate every so often.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Team whined, reaching behind him to push Win’s hand away.
Win quickly coated himself and Team eagerly grabbed him, lining himself up and sinking down until he was sat flush against Win’s hips. It had not even been 12 hours since they’d last been in this position but Team sighed in relief at the feeling of being full.
Team wasted no time picking himself up and dropping back down, setting a steady rhythm. He moved slow at first, wanting to draw out the feeling. He stayed there, bouncing up and down with Win’s fingers digging into his hips until his thighs started burning and he couldn’t take anymore.
Win easily flipped them over, pulling out as far as he could before he slammed back into Team. Team pulled Win down until their chests were together, wrapping his legs around Win’s waist as his fingers scratched down his back in pleasure.
Team moaned loudly as Win pounded into him, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head back as he felt the familiar feeling building.
Win took the opportunity to suck at Team’s neck, leaving little bruises on his soft skin as he got closer to his second release.
Team took one hand and gripped the back of Win’s neck, holding his head in place. “Do it, hia.”
Win moaned as he licked at Team’s skin some more, directly over his scent gland before he sunk his teeth in and marked Team as his.
Both boys came together at the overwhelming feeling, panting against each other as they stayed locked in each other’s embrace.
Once they had control of their breathing, Win pulled back slightly to see the blissed out expression on Team’s face. He smiled down at his boyfriend and kissed his lips slowly before he stroked the sweat soaked hair away from his forehead and glanced down at the mark he’d just made.
Team opened his eyes to see Win looking at his neck and smiled. “Thank you, hia.”
Win looked back at him then and kissed him again. “I should be thanking you for being here with me. It’s going to get worse I think. Are you sure you want to stay? You can still leave.”
Team nodded and cupped Win‘s cheek. “I want to help you.”
Win looked at him with so much love before he leant down to lick the bite, soothing the skin. Team jumped at the feeling, the movement causing him to pull at where they were both still connected. Both boys moaned at the feeling and began rocking against each other, starting the first of what will probably be a very tiring few days.
Chapter 45: JossSingto - Jealous Joss
Notes:
Prompt by Timmy28
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Joss knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t stop himself from feeling jealous. Singto had just finished filming a new show and he was spending a lot of time with his on screen partner to promote it. He knew it wasn’t real but he couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw them together.
Maybe it would make him feel better if they went public with their relationship but he was the one that had said he wasn’t ready last time Singto asked. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and got ready to pick Singto up from his event. He was in the studio doing a live show with some of the rest of the cast and Joss promised to take him to dinner after because they hadn’t seen each other in a week.
Once he arrived at the building, he made his way upstairs, stopping to chat to a few people on the way. He got to the room and made his way to a quiet corner just as they were finishing the live and saw Singto and the guy that played his partner, hugging. Joss tried to push down his jealously as he clenched a hand at his side.
The pair separated as the live ended and Singto turned to talk to the crew. His on screen partner went to say something and as Singto moved his head around to listen, his eyes focused on Joss. The smile that lit up his face brightened the whole room. To know that he was the reason for that, made all of Joss’ worries fade away. He realised in that moment that he needed other people to see that smile and know he was the reason for it.
Singto excused himself and quickly made his way over to Joss, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms. He hesitated in front of him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Joss immediately dropped the bag that contained a change of clothes for his boyfriend and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Singto was surprised for a moment before he wrapped his arms around Joss’ shoulders and nuzzled happily into his neck.
Joss squeezed him tighter before whispering into his ear. “I’m sorry you feel like you have to question whether you can hug me.”
Singto pulled back a little to look at him. “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you’re scared and I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I want to tell everyone,” Joss told him.
“Are you sure? Or are you just jealous?” Singto teased. When he noticed Joss’ wide eyes, he carried on. “Yes, I noticed.”
Joss looked towards the cast and crew to see a few eyes on them, including the guy he’d been jealous of. “I admit, I have been jealous and it did cross my mind for that reason but I realised I don’t care what other people think, I just want them all to know you’re mine.”
Singto laughed. “If you’re sure, then I’m ready too.”
Joss thought about how they would announce it but what better way than to start small and make sure everyone in the room knew they were together, especially a certain someone.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he told Singto.
Singto smiled and pressed himself closer to Joss, standing on his tiptoes to bring their lips together. Joss held him tighter and everyone else in the room faded away as he kissed his boyfriend sweetly.
Chapter 46: TharnType/Techno - Misunderstanding
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Type heard his phone beep a couple of times from the bedside table. He blinked a few times as he woke up, wondering who was messaging him so late.
He reached his hand out to grab his phone before he heard it beep again from Tharn's side. Remembering Tharn had taken it after he wasn't paying him enough attention the night before, Type rolled over and tapped Tharn's chest until he woke up.
"What is it?" Tharn mumbled.
"My phone keeps going off. Can you see who it is?" Type asked, resting his head back on the pillow.
Tharn moaned as he turned over, opening his eyes to grab Type's phone. He squinted at the bright light as the screen lit up. "It's Techno."
Type rolled his eyes. His friend would usually only text him this late if he was drunk and wanted Type to pick him up. "What does he want?"
Type waited a few moments for Tharn to read the messages, but when he stayed silent, Type turned to see him still staring at the phone with a frown.
Type instantly panicked, worrying something bad had happened. "Is he okay?"
Tharn held the phone out and Type looked at him once more before taking it. Type’s eyes went wide as he read the messages.
Techno had sent a few separate messages. The first was replying to a message Type had sent about practice. Type hadn't had a chance to reply to that before Tharn took his phone. Then a few hours later, a couple of messages came through which Type could only assume he'd sent after drinking as he confessed to having feelings for Type.
This probably isn’t the best way to do this but I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I’m drunk so I’m doing it now before I talk myself out of it again. I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time and I want to be with you. You’re probably shocked because we’ve been friends for a while and I don’t think I made it obvious that I have feelings for you but I do and I really want things to work out between us. I know you have a boyfriend already but I’ve been thinking about that too and if you are both comfortable with it, I’d love to date both of you. Sorry for the long message, like I said, I’m drunk. I hope this doesn’t ruin anything. I’ll talk to you soon, hopefully?
Type stared in shock before looking over at Tharn to see him frowning still. “I’m sure it’s a mistake. He probably sent it to the wrong person.”
Tharn turned to look at Type. “How many of his other friends do you know that he’s known for ages and is already in a relationship?”
Type thought for a moment, he didn’t know a lot of Techno’s other friends from outside uni. They didn’t hang out as much as they used to since Type started dating Tharn. It was possible he’d meant to send it to someone else but he couldn’t be sure.
“I’ll talk to him,” Type told Tharn, putting his phone down.
“I think you should stay away from him for a bit. He needs to know that you’re not interested,” Tharn said.
Type turned to him with a confused look. “He’s my friend Tharn, I’m not going to avoid him. I’m almost positive that message wasn’t meant for me and if it was, I’ll tell him I’m not interested. You have nothing to worry about, okay? Go back to sleep.”
Type fell asleep almost straight away while Tharn stayed up, worrying about what might happen. He knew he was being overprotective by wanting Type to stay away but they’d come so far to get where they are now. He couldn’t help think that maybe Type would think Techno would be better for him. They had been friends a long time.
~~~
They didn’t see Techno for nearly a week after that night. They’d all been busy with assignments and had no time to meet up. The next time they’d had practice, Tharn had tagged along. He told Type he just wanted to watch but if he was really there to just watch Techno, no one needed to know. Thankfully they were busy getting ready for a game so didn’t do much chatting and Tharn whisked Type away as soon as practice was over.
Tharn felt a little bad for keeping Type and Techno away from each other. The few times they’d seen each other, Type had said Techno hadn’t mentioned anything so he didn’t either. He didn’t want to make things awkward so he was waiting for his friend to bring it up. But Tharn didn’t want to wait for that to happen so he tried to keep them apart. It worked mostly, Techno had asked a few times if Type was busy and Tharn had said he was. Each time Techno asked, he looked more desperate. Tharn knew he should just let them talk, knew he didn’t have anything to worry about but he couldn’t bring himself to think rationally.
~~~
It had been a month and Type and Tharn had barely seen Techno. At some point, Techno just stopped asking to hang out. He didn’t even see Champ. Type had got increasingly worried and seeing that, Tharn confessed to keeping them apart. Type was of course angry and stormed out to talk to his friend alone.
Type knocked softly before walking into Techno’s room, finding his friend curled up under his covers. Once he got closer, he noticed the tear tracks on his face, looking like he cried himself to sleep. Type looked around the room and it looked like Techno hadn’t eaten anything so he went back out and brought some food. By the time he was putting the food in bowls, Techno was waking up.
“Type?” Techno called.
“Hey,” Type said, turning around. “You hungry?”
Techno nodded and they ate in silence before sitting on the sofa. Type turned to his friend and saw the vacant look in his eyes. “What’s been going on? No one’s seen you in a while.”
Techno sighed and turned to his friend. “I tried to hang out. I really needed to talk to you about something but Tharn said you were busy. I thought after a while you were just avoiding me.”
“I’m sorry. Tharn was trying to stop me from seeing you but he was being paranoid about what you were going to say. But you can tell me now.”
Techno nodded but stayed silent for a moment before spilling everything. “I like someone, two people actually. I think I might actually love them. I’ve been so confused. I don’t know what to do. Type, they’re both guys and they’re dating each other.”
Type nodded, letting his friend know that he’s not judging him and can keep going.
“I’ve been wanting to tell them for ages but I never did. I thought about it the other week, I was drunk and I wrote out a message. I don’t know if I sent it, I dropped my phone and it broke so I lost all my messages. I’ve talked to them since and they haven’t said anything though.”
Type was getting more confused as Techno carried on. He’d barely spoke to his friend so he was more sure now that the message definitely wasn’t for him.
“I wanted to talk to you because you’re already in a relationship and might be able to help me figure out how to talk to them.”
“Okay. Tell me about them and we’ll figure something out. I’m going to help you.”
~~~
Type closed the door behind him and walked over to Tharn, slapping him on the arm.
“Ow, Type. What was that for?” Tharn cried.
“Ai’Tharn. You should’ve just let me talk to Techno straight away. I told you the message wasn’t meant for me.”
Notes:
I’m back finally! I struggled so much with this one but if I didn’t just write something it wasn’t going to get done 😂 so to whoever requested it, I hope it’s not too bad!
Chapter 47: KongArthit - Chapter 28 Sequel
Notes:
Prompt by anxietyc00kie
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Kong had been at Arthit's apartment all day, the pair just enjoying each others company. Kong had been quieter than usual and Arthit could sense he wanted to say something. By the time dinner came and Kong kept glancing at him without saying anything, Arthit decided to say something.
"Okay, what is it you want to say to me?” Arthit signed, putting his spoon down.
Kong looked up at him with wide eyes, he hadn't realised Arthit had noticed. Arthit raised his eyebrow when Kong didn't respond.
"You know that Muay Thai competition that's happening at the gym I go to?” Kong asked. Arthit nodded in response. "Someone saw me the other day and asked if I wanted to enter so I said yes, it's next weekend."
"That's great. So they thought you looked good enough to compete?" Kong nodded but stayed quiet again. Arthit sensed there was something else he wasn't saying. "Why did you seem so nervous to tell me?"
"I wanted to ask you to come and watch me. I'd really like for you to be there, but," Kong paused, not sure how to word it.
"But?" Arthit asked.
"There's this one guy that I practice with sometimes and I've talked about my boyfriend before. If you come, people will know we’re together," Kong confessed.
Arthit thought for a moment before standing and walking to where Kong sat. He leant down to press a quick kiss to Kong's lips before squatting in front of him.
"I'm sorry that I've made you feel like you can't ask me something like this. Of course I will come and support you.”
Kong beamed at him before pulling him up for another kiss. Sure, Arthit was still a very private person, that wasn't going to change. But he was better at showing his love for his boyfriend, even with small things. Kong made him want to be better.
~~~
Arthit swore as he sat in traffic. He had been called into work for an emergency that he couldn't get out of and was now going to be late to Kong’s competition.
Kong had gone early to practice so he didn't have a chance to tell him he had to go to work and he hadn’t replied to his texts. He’d promised to meet him before like they planned but it had already started. Arthit felt terrible and he had no idea what Kong must be thinking.
Arthit finally pulled up 15 minutes late and quickly parked before rushing inside. He probably should have slowed down before pushing the door as it loudly swung open, drawing attention from a few people in the room. Luckily, there was no one competing at the time but he whispered an apology anyway and quickly made his way to an empty seat.
Arthit sat and watched two rounds before he even saw Kong. His boyfriend walked out of what he gressed was a changing room. Arthit felt guilty after he saw the look on Kong's face. The younger boy probably thought Arthit had forgotten or not turned up after they hadn't met before. Arthit wanted nothing more than to go over and give Kong a hug but he didn’t want to draw attention.
Kong's name was called as one of the two competitors for the next round. As he walked to the center of the room, he scanned the crowd and stopped when he noticed Arthit in the front row.
Arthit smiled and subtly made a finger heart. Kong's face lit up in a smile and when his name was called again, he took a deap breath as Arthit nodded at him before turning to face his opponent.
There were many rounds during the competition. Arthit was not ashamed to admit he got a bit bored. The moves were very fascinating, but he found himself loosing focus when he wasn't watching his boyfriend.
Kong had won his first round and had thrown Arthit a smile before he went back into a room. Arthit was a bit disappointed that he wasn't allowed back there. He tried texting Kong but he never replied so he assumed his phone was off or out of battery.
Over a couple of hours, the winners of each round competed against each other until there were only two left. Kong and a guy that looked a little bigger than him. Honestly, Arthit was a little worried but he had faith in Kong and it was a friendly competition so no one was actually getting hurt.
Arthit watched on the edge of his seat as arms and legs were thrown all over the place. He had a hard time following all of the moves but he was pretty sure Kong was winning.
Arthit had blocked everything else out, only looking at the way Kong moved across the floor and before he knew it, they were finished and had announced Kong as the winner.
Arthit jumped up and started clapping at the same time everyone else did but maybe he was just a bit more enthusiastic.
Arthit watched as all the other competitors congratulated Kong before he turned to Arthit. He took two steps towards him before he hesitated slightly. Arthit gave himself no time to think as he closed the gap between them and pulled Kong into a tight hug.
"I'm so proud of you," Arthit told him, pulling back slightly to kiss him quickly before going back for another hug. To say Kong was stunned was an understatement. "You were amazing.”
Kong squeezed Arthit back and buried his nose in his neck. "Thank you for coming.”
Arthit pulled back and looked at Kong guiltily. "Sorry I was late, I got called into work."
“It's okay. I'm just glad you’re here," Kong told him. "So how was l?"
"Honestly, I had no idea what was going on," Arthit told him, lowering his voice as he blushed. "But it was really attractive."
Kong’s eyes widened for a second before he smirked and opened his mouth to reply.
"Hey Kong, we're all going for a couple of drinks if you both want to join us," Kong’s practice partner interrupted before he could speak.
Kong looked at Arthit and noticed a familiar look in his eyes which meant the only place Kong wanted to be was alone in one of their apartments.
Turning back to his friend, he declined the offer before grabbing his bag and driving them both home as quickly as possible, one hand on Arthit's thigh the whole way.
Chapter 48: KluiSeo - Chapter 38 Sequel
Notes:
Prompt by TobiVesperr
Chapter Text
Klui looked down at Seo's already flushed face and waited patiently for him to answer.
"You were touching me," Seo told him.
"Where?" Klui asked, ghosting his fingers up and down Seo's side.
Seo shivered, eyes locking with Klui’s. “Everywhere."
Seo was sure he actually saw a sparkle in Klui's eyes before he was leaning down and pressing their lips together.
Klui tried to keep it slow for as long as he could before his desire got the best of him. He was sure Seo was feeling the same with the way his hands were wandering up the back of Klui’s shirt.
Klui pulled away just to immediately attach his lips to the other boys neck. Seo moaned as Klui began sucking marks that would definitely be visible tomorrow. Although he couldn't bring himself to care in that moment.
Klui kissed down Seo's neck and over his shirt, bunching it in one hand to pull it up. Seo arched his back as Klui focused in on his nipples, flicking his tongue on one as he rubbed his thumb over the other.
Seo was sure he was going to come any minute and he hadn't even touched Klui yet. Deciding to change that, he gently pushed Klui until he was knelt back, moving with him to pull his shirt over his head, doing the same with his own.
Klui watched him with intense focus as Seo ran a hand down Klui’s chest, loving the shiver he got when he brushed over a nipple.
Trailing his hand down further, he stopped at his trousers. Looking him dead in the eyes, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them and his boxers down to his thighs.
Klui knelt above him, eyes glazed as Seo took him in hand and slowly stroked him, all while keeping their eyes locked.
Seo stopped go for a second and Klui took the opportunity to pull his trousers down too, moving so they could both kick them off.
Klui climbed back on top of Seo and gently lowered himself down until their skin was pressed together, both boys moaning into a kiss as they rubbed against each other.
Seo pulled back, head fuzzy with pleasure. "I want you.”
"I know baby," Klui replied, intently watching the way Seo's head fell back as he continued to rock against the other boy. "Not today. We have plenty of time, there's no need to rush."
Seo whined in the back of his throat and lifted his hands up to run down Klui’s back.
Klui kept the pace slow, almost lazily grinding against the other boy. Seo needed more. Moving his hands down, he settled them on Klui’s ass, gripping tight enough to push their bodies even closer and get the friction he needed.
"Harder Klui, please," Seo whined.
Not wanting to disappoint his new boyfriend, Klui sped up, thrusting his hips at a brutal pace.
Seo’s mouth dropped open and he all but held his breath at the feeling building in his stomach.
Klui dropped from his hands to his elbows next to Seo’s head and mouthed at his shoulder as they came, coating both their stomachs.
They both panted against each other for a moment before Klui managed to pull himself up and roll over.
Once they'd calmed down and shared a quick shower, they got dressed to get a few more hours sleep, Klui stopping Seo as he walked to his own bed. "Where are you going?”
"The storm stopped,” Seo pointed out. "Don't you want me to go back to my own bed?”
Klui gently pulled Seo to his bed, pulling the covers up and holding him close before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “You never need a reason to sleep here.”
Chapter 49: PickRome - Work Sex 🌶
Notes:
Prompt by SolarisWrites
Chapter Text
Pick was just tidying up his desk when he heard a soft knock at his door. Turning around, he saw Rome leaning against the doorframe.
Rome was wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned halfway that was tucked into tight black jeans. He had attended an event for a gallery that would potentially feature some of his photos. Pick hadn't been able to go because of work, but he was planning to surprise Rome by coming later. Looking at Rome now, thinking about how others were probably looking too, made him wish he'd taken the evening off.
Pick felt a hand on his arm and realised Rome had moved to stand in front of him. “Are you okay, P’Pick? You zoned out.”
"Sorry, I just didn't expect to see you here. Did the party finish early? I was going to come by after I finished here."
Rome blushed and shook his head. "I just missed you. It wasn't as fun without you there."
"I'll be at the next one, I promise. Hopefully seeing some familiar photos?" Pick asked. Rome's smile grew as he nodded at Pick. Pick’s eyes went wide as he pulled Rome into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you, P'Pick. I hope it's okay I'm here? P’Nueng let me in before he left. I just couldn't wait to tell you.”
Pick pulled back to see a hesitant look on Rome's face. "Of course, baby."
Rome blushed more at the name. Even after so many years together, he was still not used to how sweet Pick could be sometimes.
"We should celebrate," Pick told him, taking his hands.
"You want to get dinner?" Rome questioned.
Pick moved his hands to Rome's waist and pulled him close, their chests pressed together. He raised a hand to cup Rome's jaw, slowly running his thumb across his bottom lip. Rome's lips parted instantly.
"I was thinking we could celebrate a different way,” Pick told him.
Rome's eyes glazed over, already growing hard. All he could do was nod before Pick was pulling him in for a heated kiss.
Rome's hands tightly gripped Pick’s shirt, the kiss turning desperate. Pick’s tongue traced every inch of his mouth and Rome moaned at the feeling.
Pick tugged at Rome's shirt, untucking it from his trousers. Rome broke the kiss and breathed heavily. “P’Pick, what about cameras?"
"There's none in here baby, I promise,” Pick told him, moving away from Rome just long enough to close and lock the door.
Pick took his place back in front of Rome but waited until he said he was okay with this. If Pick was asked a few years ago if he would ever have sex at work, it would've been a definite no. But then again he never thought the person would be a guy that he was in love with.
Rome hesitated for a moment. He knew everyone had gone home, they were alone. But he couldn't help but blush at the possibility of them getting caught. He almost said no, that they should wait until they got home. But the way Pick looked in his white button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Rome couldn't help but cave.
“Okay," Rome told him, meeting in the middle as their lips collided again.
Pick made quick work of stripping their shirts, letting his lips trail across Rome's neck and chest with small bites and soft kisses.
Rome’s hands tangled in Pick’s hair as he worked his way down, undoing the buttons on his trousers to push them and his boxers down in one go.
Rome sighed in relief at being unrestrained before his eyes flew open, looking down to see Pick was waisting no time as he took Rome's hard length all the way into his mouth. Rome moaned at the sight and tightened his fingers in Pick’s hair. As he got close, Rome pulled Pick off and up, crashing their lips back together.
Pick backed Rome up until he felt the edge of the desk at the bottom of his back. Quickly he toed off his shoes and kicked his trousers off before Pick broke the kiss and turned him around.
Rome leant forward on to the desk as Pick left kisses down his spine. Once he got to the bottom, he cupped Rome's ass, squeezing the soft flesh.
"So beautiful,” Pick spoke, massaging his fingers into the skin, getting closer to where Rome wanted them to be.
Rome shuddered as Pick ran his thumb over his hole, catching the rim slightly. Rome was so blissed out he barely noticed when the thumb was replaced with a slicked up finger. He probably wouldn't remember later to ask where Pick got the lube.
Pick slowly entered Rome with one finger, taking his time before adding a second then a third.
Pick fingered Rome within an inch of his life, bringing him to the edge for the second time that evening.
Rome whined as Pick brushed his prostate again. “P’Pick please.”
Pick pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his trousers before removing them and positioning himself behind Rome.
"Ready?" Pick asked, stroking his hand down Rome's back.
"P’Pick, the chair,” Rome said, turning his head to see a confused look on Pick’s face. "I want to ride you on it."
Pick moaned in the back of his throat and gripped himself tightly to stop from coming right that second. Rome looked so wrecked already. They were definitely doing this again.
Pick helped Rome stand up and moved them to the other side of the desk, sitting down and helping Rome climb into his lap.
Rome took Pick in hand and lined himself up, both boys moaning as he slowly lowered himself all the way down.
Once Rome was adjusted, he lifted himself up nearly all the way before dropping back down. Pick held his hips so tightly, Rome hoped he'd leave marks to remind him of this moment, not that he’d ever forget it.
Rome kept bouncing up and down, kissing Pick in between when he could. He whined as he got close but he got tired and lost his rhythm. “P’Pick, help."
“I’ve got you baby,” Pick kissed him deeply once more before he lifted Rome off his lap, turning him to bend over the desk again.
Pick slipped back in quickly, setting a brutal pace. Pick had one hand on Rome's hip while the other rested between his shoulder blades as Rome held on to the edge of the desk for dear life.
With only a few more hard thrusts and the friction from the table, Rome cried out Pick's name as he came, sending the older boy over the edge too as he clenched around him.
Pick almost immediately pulled out of Rome, the younger boy whimpering at the empty feeling before Pick turned him around and gathered him in his arms. Pick knew how much Rome liked the aftercare and usually they'd be in their bed but the chair would have to do for now.
Pick stepped back until he felt the chair, sitting down with Rome curled up in his lap. He rubbed his hands up and down Rome's back as the younger boy nuzzled into his neck.
They stayed in that position until Pick could convince Rome they needed to go home before he could fall asleep. He helped Rome clean up and get dressed before leading him to their car and driving home, carrying Rome inside after he fell asleep on the way.
Chapter 50: ChampDewBlue - Sick Dew
Notes:
Prompt by MelHK_Luka
Chapter Text
Dew wakes up with a pounding headache and a disorientated feeling. He blinks his eyes open a few times and looks at his clock. It was the middle of the day and he’d missed most of his classes. He thought about getting up but there was no point, he’d just have to apologise to his professors for not being there and hope someone would let him copy their notes.
He tried to fall back to sleep but it was no use, the pain in his head too bad. He should really get up to get some medicine but even the thought of standing up made him want to throw up.
He had almost fallen back asleep when his phone started ringing. Groaning, he turned over to grab it to turn it off but saw Blue’s name. Blue was away with his family and didn’t have a lot of time to talk so no matter how Dew was feeling, he was going to take the opportunity.
He pressed answer on the phone and turned it on loud speaker so he didn’t have to hold it. “Hey.”
“Hi P’Dew. Are you busy?” Blue asked.
“No, I’m just in my room.”
The line was silent for a moment before Blue spoke again. “Are you okay P’Dew? You sound weird.”
Dew tried to make himself sound more awake before replying so he didn’t worry his little boyfriend. “I’m okay. I just woke up with a headache and I missed my classes today.”
“I’m sorry for ringing, I just missed you,” Blue apologised.
“Don’t apologise, you can always call if you want to,” Dew told him.
“Okay,” Blue replied, sounding reluctant. “I will go anyway so you can go to sleep. Have you called P’Champ? I’m sure he can get you some medicine.”
“Champ is busy, I don’t want to bother him. Once I feel better I’ll get up and take something.”
“But you’ll feel better if you took something now. Please call him P’Dew or I can call him for you. Otherwise I’ll just worry too much,” Blue said. He knew exactly what to say to make Dew agree.
“Okay, I will call him. Don’t worry about me. Go and spend time with your family. I love you.”
“Okay, P’Dew. I will ring P’Champ later to see how you are. I love you too. Bye,” Blue replied before ending the call.
Dew reached for his phone and called Champ who picked up after only a few seconds. “Hey Dew. Are you okay?”
“Not really. I’m not feeling well. I know you’re busy but are you able to bring me some medicine when you’re free?” Dew asked.
“I thought so, you never miss class. I’m almost at yours,” Champ replied.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for practice?”
“They can handle one day without me,” Champ laughed quietly. “I’m in your building. I’ll be up in a minute.”
“Okay,” Dew replied before putting his phone down. He had completely forgotten that Champ had a key so he swung his legs out of bed and stood up to open the door.
As soon as he stood up, his vision blurred slightly and he gripped onto the side of his bed as he sunk to the floor. He vaguely remembered Champ calling his name and laying him back in bed before a cold cloth was laid on his forehead.
He must have fallen asleep for a few minutes as when he woke up, Champ was unloading food and medicine from a bag on the table. Dew turned slightly in bed and Champ looked over at the noise.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, thanks for helping me,” Dew said.
“Of course, what are boyfriends for,” Champ replied, adjusting the cloth so it wouldn’t slip. “You scared me there for a minute.”
“Sorry, I forgot you had a key so I tried to get up. I didn’t feel dizzy before.”
“It’s okay but you need to rest,” Champ told him. He helped Dew sit up a little before going back to the table to pick up a small box and a bowl. “Here, take these and eat something then go back to sleep.”
Dew took the medicine and ate as much as he could without feeling sick. Once Champ had put the bowl away, he helped Dew back under the covers and went to sit on the sofa.
“Where are you going?” Dew asked.
“I’m going to sit over here,” Champ replied.
“Can you lay with me?”
“Are you sure?” Champ asked. Dew nodded his head and winced at the movement. “Okay, okay, just relax.”
Dew smiled slightly as Champ got changed and climbed in bed next to him. Champ let Dew get comfortable before he pulled the covers over both of them and gently ran his fingers through Dew’s hair. “Okay, go to sleep now.”
Dew hummed before throwing an arm over Champ’s middle to pull him closer. “Thanks for coming. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
At some point in the evening, Dew heard a phone ringing and drifted in and out of sleep as Champ spoke softly to Blue while he was still wrapped around him.
Chapter 51: KongArthit - Work Sex 🌶
Notes:
Prompt by Lillian1602
Chapter Text
"N'Kongpob, what are you doing here today?"
Kong turned towards the voice and saw one of Arthit’s colleagues. He waied and smiled. "I heard there was a problem with one of the orders so I wanted to help."
Kong left out the fact he'd heard this information from Arthit who cancelled on date night to stay late.
"There is, but it can wait until tomorrow. I'm heading home. See if you can get Arthit to do the same," the man told him, tilting his chin towards the office.
Kong nodded and watched him walk away before making his way to Arthit's door. He stood in the doorway watching Arthit work, the frown on his face showing he was concentrating hard.
"P'Arthit," Kong spoke, Arthit's head lifting up at the sound.
What are you doing here? I told you I was busy," Arthit grumbled.
"I've come to help," Kong told him, walking towards Arthit and taking a seat next to him.
"I don't need help, you can go home," Arthit said turning back to his computer.
"I'm not going home, so either you let me help and we get this done quicker or I’ll just sit here all night with you."
Arthit sighed and turned to look at Kong, seeing the stack of documents that were piled next to him. "Fine, you can start by imputing the numbers from those into a computer document.”
Kong nodded and got comfortable, opening the first document.
Both boys worked in silence for nearly two hours. Arthit was surprised Kong was taking it so seriously and not bugging him. Kong on the other hand wanted Arthit to be proud of him so he worked quickly but efficiently to get the work done.
Kong noticed Arthit yawn out the corner of his eye and turned to see a glazed look on his boyfriends face.
"P'Arthit, you're tired. Can't the rest wait until tomorrow?" Kong asked.
Arthit was too tired to argue so he just turned to face Kong and sighed. "I need to get this done. This is my account and it needs to be right. They've asked for the product to be delivered earlier. I need to prove I can handle this.”
Kong just let Arthit talk, nodding at what he was saying. Kong knew Arthit had already proved to everyone that he could do this job but he was obviously still anxious about it and that was a conversation for another time.
"Okay, we can get this done. But you need a break," Kong told him.
Arthit nodded and leant back in his chair, closing his eyes. "Today has just been so stressful. I really need to relax."
Kong placed his hand on Arthit's thigh under the desk and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I can help you relax, P'Arthit.”
Arthit's eyes flew open and he was definitely more awake now. He scowled at Kong, pushing his hand off. “Not here.”
Kong fluttered his lashes and pouted at his boyfriend. "I just want to help you relax. I'll do the rest of the work for you, there's not much left."
"This is my workplace, Kongpob. Yours too if you'd forgotten. We could get in serious trouble,” Arthit scolded Kong, pushing his chair back and standing up. "I’m going to get some air."
Kong sighed as he watched Arthit walk away, getting back to work. They really didn't have a lot left to do, he could probably finish within the next 30 minutes.
5 minutes later, Kong’s phone buzzed and he checked to see a text from Arthit telling him to meet him in the supply closet at the end of the hall.
Kong smirked to himself as he got up and sauntered down the hall. The second he knocked, the door opened and he was pulled inside.
Arthit rolled his eyes at the look on Kong’s face. "Wipe that look off your face and get on with it."
"So romantic,” Kong laughed, kissing Arthit deeply for a moment before he got onto his knees and unzipped Arthit's trousers, pulling them down just enough to take Arthit's half hard dick out.
"You're sucking me off in a supply closet, I don't think romance was ever part of the equation,” Arthit muttered, tangling his hands in Kong’s hair and letting out a soft moan as he licked at his head.
Kong gently licked and sucked on Arthit's head, swiping his tongue across the slit until Arthit was completely hard.
Kong moved one hand to grip the base while the other reached around to cup one of Arthit's ass cheeks. He pulled off to look up, locking eyes with Arthit before he got back to work, taking his boyfriends dick completely into his mouth, the tip hitting the back of his throat.
Arthit let out a chocked noise as Kong moaned around him. He felt a tap on his thigh and took that as the invitation it was. He tightened his fingers in Kong’s hair, holding his head in place as he fucked into his mouth.
Kong continued to moan, the vibrations sending Arthit closer to his release. Arthit gasped as both Kong's hands squeezed his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. The tip of Kong's finger caught on Arthit’s hole and he came a second later, no time to pull the younger boy off.
Kong continued to suck him through his release before he pulled off and swallowed, tucking Arthit back in his trousers.
Arthit groaned at the sight and pulled Kong up, kissing him deeply. He tasted himself on Kong's tongue and it just turned him on again. He lowered a hand, palming at the buldge in Kong’s trousers.
Kong started bucking into Arthit's hand before suddenly the hand was gone and Arthit pulled back from the kiss. Kong tried to chase his lips but Arthit placed a hand on his chest.
"You still have some work to do, remember? You promised,” Arthit reminded him, an innocent wide eyed look on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Kong groaned. "How am I supposed to concentrate like this?”
Arthit took one look down before stepping closer and lowering his lips to Kong's ear.
“If you're quick, I'll come home with you. Turns out I am free tonight,” Arthit whispered, softly kissing Kong's earlobe before leaving him alone in the closet, stunned.
Chapter 52: KongArthit - Jealous Arthit
Notes:
Prompt by sabrina123
Chapter Text
Kong had made it very clear to Arthit and his seniors that he was interested in the head hazer. He thought maybe Arthit actually did hate him for a while there but he persisted.
Arthit seemed to accept that Kong wasn't going away. Maybe Kong took that for more than it was. Arthit's friends would always tease when Kong approached him on campus. Kong thought this meant his friends knew something he didn't and he was happy to wait for Arthit to say something.
But at some point he'd decided he'd waited long enough. Arthit was his senior, maybe his friend? Although he wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual. They'd had a few closer moments that Arthit then acted like didn't happen.
Kong had enough of chasing a guy that was not interested so he decided to move on. It was easier said than done though.
He started by distancing himself from Arthit. He stopped following him around at lunch and buying him pink milk. He stopped the fond looks, the smiles and the flirting. The only time he even really saw him was if he had a question for the other seniors, and then he just avoided eye contact.
He wasn't only upset and disappointed in himself for falling too deep too quickly. He was angry. Angry at Arthit for stringing him along. He wasn't stupid, he could see it in Arthit's eyes. There was something there. It was obviously enough to lead him on, keep him reeled in, but not enough to love him.
He found it really difficult to move on even after that so with some thought, he tried to find someone new. It was difficult, he didn't want to make anyone his rebound, not that him and Arthit were actually together.
But he did find someone and he actually found that he was happy. Sure, he still thought about Arthit and still had to see him on campus, but Punn knew that. Kong had wanted to be honest from the start. He wasn't looking for anything serious right now and neither was Punn since he was just starting his own business.
He had just opened a new bakery and that's where Kong met him. There hadn't been many customers so Punn spent more time telling Kong about the desserts. Kong went back a few more times before they decided to go out on a date. He was so nice and always made Kong laugh, he even started hanging out with Punn's friends.
It had become Kong’s usual routine where he'd go to the bakery a couple times a week and sit and study while Punn brought him sweet treats. Then when the shop shut they'd go out for dinner and usually back to Punn’s place. They hadn't really defined their relationship but they were having fun and they were both fine with that.
Kong was sat in his usual seat in the corner, away from the main tables, books spread out as he studied for his exam when a noisy group approached the shop.
Kong could hear their loud voices and laughs, one particular being the loudest. Bright, Arthit’s friend. Kong’s eyes widened and he tried to hide behind his textbook and prayed Arthit wasn't with them.
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It was after their last class had finished and Bright suggested going to a new dessert shop nearby that he'd gone to recently with the guy he was dating. They all agreed and made their way there.
They were all laughing about something Bright had said when they walked in and took a seat at a large table.
The owner, Punn he thinks was his name, came over a few minutes later to ask what they'd like.
Arthit hadn't even looked at the menu because the moment he sat down his eyes stopped on someone in the corner of the room. Someone that his eyes always lingered on. Someone that recently, hadn't been looking back at him.
Kong peeked his eyes up over the book he had covering his face. His eyes widened as their gazes locked and he ducked back down.
Arthit wasn't sure if he should be worried but the one second their eyes met was the happiest he's felt since Kong stopped following him around.
"Arthit, what are you having?" Knot asked, knocking him out of his trance.
"Can you order for me? I'll be right back," Arthit told his friend, making his way to Kong’s table.
"Kongpob, I haven't seen you with your friends in a while,” Arthit said. He really wanted to ask why he hadn’t been following him around but he thought it wasn't appropriate.
Kong raised his head and looked at Arthit with a defeated look. "I've been busy, P'Arthit."
Arthit just hummed, looking down to see Kong’s textbooks. "Do you come here often?”
"I come here a lot to study. The cakes are really nice and -" Kong looked over at Punn and cut himself off clearing his throat.
Arthit followed his gaze to Punn, a confused look on the owner's face as he watched them while pretending to work. “And what?”
Kong scratched the back of his neck and scanned the room, trying to think of anything he could say. “Well, actually I'm-“
"Sorry to interrupt," Punn said approaching the table. "Kong, if you're finished, we can leave early. Pooh and Krating are going to lock up."
Kong looked between Arthit and Punn for a moment before nodding and gathering his stuff. He handed Punn his bag to carry who then took Kong’s hand into his own. He wouldn't have been surprised if the whole shop heard his heart break.
"Sorry P'Arthit, I'll see you at school," Kong said before they were leaving hand in hand.
Arthit stood stunned for a moment before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Knot with a sympathetic look on his face.
"Sorry, Arthit," his friend said, leading him back to the table.
They would no doubt have a lengthy discussion about this later when it was just the two of them. Arthit would moan about how Kong has moved on from him and didn't give him enough time to sort out his feelings. Then Knot would tell him that Kong was more than patient and that if he just spoke to him about his feelings, maybe he would've waited for Arthit to be ready to take the next step. Arthit would sulk a bit before he'd agree and Knot would tell him to not give up and tell Kong how he feels. Knot was always a good friend like that.
It was a month after that Arthit finally told him the truth. After seeing them at the cafe, he saw them everywhere together. At the cafe when Bright dragged him there, on campus, walking down the street, even outside Kong’s dorm.
Arthit ended up marching over after Punn had left to talk to Kong. Kong had decided he didn't want to talk outside so they went up to his room. Arthit felt strangely at home in there.
Kong turned and stared at him with an almost knowing look, waiting for him to talk.
Arthit just grumbled as he let out a half arsed apology for how he treated Kong before and told him how he should be with him and not Punn.
Kong just laughed and Arthit raised an eyebrow in question.
"I was never really with him, P'Arthit. We did go on a few dates and we did sleep together at the beginning but he always knew I was trying to get over you. After I saw you at the cafe, I realised it was no use, I can't get over you,” Kong confessed to a shocked Arthit.
"So why did you look like a couple?" Arthit questioned.
"P’Punn came up with an idea to make you jealous so you'd confess. He said he could see it in your eyes that day at the cafe."
Arthit hesitated for a moment, taking a seat on the end of the bed. "So you're really not together?”
Kong joined him and gently took his hands, shaking his head. "You're the only one I want, P."
Anthit looked away to hide his smile, heart bursting with happiness. "Okay."
Chapter 53: WinTeam - Regrets
Notes:
Prompt by Bl_addict_queen
Chapter Text
Team really hated waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares, but what he hated even more was waking Win up because he couldn't sleep.
Team had been functioning on barely any sleep for years, but as soon as he started sleeping with Win and staying the night, he got used to a full nights sleep.
He really blamed himself for getting used to it. He was way too dependant on Win. Not just for sleep but for other things too. Win had said he didn't mind that Team stayed the night so often but he didn't want to be a burden. He stayed with Manaow some nights but it just wasn't the same.
Win was basically his boyfriend, they hadn't made anything official but they acted a lot like a couple. He liked having Win to hold him while he slept.
Things were great, but Team had wondered if he was too clingy and Win didn't want to say anything. So he backed off a little. Instead of falling asleep in Win’s bed, which he had realised he always invited himself to do, he slept in his own.
He should have realised that it wouldn't work. He was having a really tough week and slept for less than two hours a night. He felt like a zombie and couldn't function with that little sleep anymore.
On the third night, he finally gave up and went to Win's room. Win just pulled him close after letting him in like he always did and Team felt refreshed the next day. That night he decided to sleep in his own bed again but by the next night he was back in Win’s room and that’s how the rest of the week played out.
It was a Thursday lunch time and Team felt good. He ended up going to Win’s again the night before for the fourth time that week. He was trying to work up the courage to ask if he could just stay over since he slept really good when he did. But wasn't sure whether it was normal for him to basically move in this early on in a relationship.
He planned to try and at least bring the subject up when he got to their usual lunch table but he found Win almost asleep in his food.
He sat down next to Win and scooted closer. "Are you okay, hia?"
Win jumped slightly like he didn't know Team was there and looked at him. He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes like normal. "I'm fine.”
Team didn't believe him but he didn't question him further. Throughout lunch he just spoke to his friends and occasionally tried to talk to Win who would just mumble out an answer.
Team couldn’t help but want Win’s attention, doing everything in his power to try and get it. He was clinging on to his arm and trying to get him to eat more and he was getting no reaction.
Towards the end of lunch, just as Win was lifting a spoonful of food to his mouth, Team laughed and knocked into him. Win dropped the food down the front of his shirt and cursed under his breath.
Team looked at him and his eyes grew wide once he saw what he'd done. He grabbed a handful of napkins and began rubbing the stain as he apologised.
"Would you stop, Team. You're making it worse," Win scolded as he pushed Team's hand away.
Team flinched, he'd never heard Win sound that angry before. "I'm sorry hia, I was just trying to help."
"You know what would help?” Win said.
"Win, stop," Dean tried and Team knew he wasn't going to like whatever came next.
“A full nights sleep,” Win told him, still rubbing at his shirt.
The whole table went silent and Team felt his eyes burning instantly. He could've thought of a thousand things Win might’ve said and somehow that never crossed his mind.
Win was angry about being woken up and rightly so. How selfish could Team be to make someone else wake up just because he couldn't sleep. He was ashamed of himself, honestly. Maybe Team should just go back to sleeping alone and stop bothering Win. After a while he'd probably get used to the lack of sleep again.
It had only been a couple of seconds since Win spoke but the silence dragged on until Team could finally say something, a choked up noise leaving his throat in the process. "I'm sorry, hia. I won't wake you up any more.”
Team started grabbing his things and shoving them in his bag quickly as Win finally looked at him with wide eyes. It was as if he only just realised what he had said.
"Team, baby. I didn’t mean that, I'm sorry. Please don't go,” Win pleaded, grabbing Team's wrist.
Team pulled his wrist free and wiped the tears that were streaming down his face. He apologised once more before running off.
Win looked at his friends to see the same shocked looks on all their faces. Manaow's quickly morphed into a glare before she was grabbing her own things and running after her best friend.
Win didn't see Team again until Monday. Four days that Team avoided him because Win had upset him. He tried texting but he never got a response. He tried calling but he never answered. He even went to Team's dorm multiple times but he never opened the door.
Win had never regretted something more than he did now. Yes he was tired, but he shouldn't have ever said that to Team. Something he was already insecure about and he threw it back in his face. He should be grateful that Team finds comfort in his arms, not complain that he'd lost a few hours sleep when Team's been going through it for years because of trauma Win couldn't even imagine having.
The ironic thing was that Win hadn't slept properly since he'd said it because Team wasn't there. Waking up for five minutes to let Team in and getting to cuddle him was nothing after he'd sat awake most of the night wondering if Team would forgive him or if he even deserved.
He sighed, hiking his bag further up his shoulder as he walked to their lunch table. He hoped Team was here today as he'd skipped lunch on Friday just so he didn't have to see Win. Pharm and Manaow ended up leaving early to take him something to eat.
Win walked closer to the table and stopped dead in his tracks. Team was there, but he was also asleep, something he refused to do at school, no matter how tired he was.
Win teared up as he looked at him. He looked so tiny, his head resting on his arms as Manaow stroked his hair. That should be Win doing that but he'd lost that privilege last Thursday. He would do everything in his power to be able to comfort Team again.
Manaow looked up and spotted Win. She was still angry at him, Team was like a brother to her. But she looked almost sympathetic when she saw his face.
Without stopping her hand movement on Team's head, she motioned Win over who quickly moved closer. Getting up, Win took her seat and gently started carding his fingers through Team's hair as Manaow stopped and took a seat opposite them. Team unconsciously shifted closer to Win in his sleep and it took everything in Win not to cry again.
Win didn't stop stroking Team's hair for the duration of their lunch period. He barely even took his eyes off him. He didn't even eat lunch because he didn't want to get up.
At the end of lunch, Pharm said he’d take notes so that Team could go home to sleep. Win just hoped he'll listen to him when he wakes up.
After the others had left, he scratched Team’s scalp lightly to wake him up. Team's eyes fluttered open and he blinked up at Win, almost like he didn't believe he was actually there.
Win brushed away the hair that was falling into Team's face and Team’s eyes watered.
"I'm sorry,” Team sobbed, turning his face to bury in his arms.
"You have nothing to be sorry for,” Win told him, stroking his hair again.
"I'm sorry for waking you up. I can't sleep without you, you help me," Team confessed.
"I'm so sorry, Team. I shouldn't have said what I did, I didn't mean it. I really don't mind that you wake me up, l love that you come to me for help."
Team sat up as Win spoke and Win wiped the tears off his face.
"I don't want you coming over in the middle of the night anymore," Win told him.
Team looked shocked and his eyes widened so Win quickly carried on.
"What I mean is I want you to sleep in my room permanently, if you want to of course. You don't know how happy it would make me if you were there when I fell asleep in the evening, not just when I wake up in the morning."
Team cried again and fell towards Win, his forehead landing on Win’s chest as he hit Win’s arm lightly. "You keep making me cry."
"I'm sorry, baby," Win apologised, this time laughing slightly as he rubbed his hands up and down Team's back.
"Let's go home, you need to sleep,” Win said.
Team sat up and looked around. "Is lunch over? I have classes."
Win took his hand and pulled him up, grabbing both of their bags before he pulled a confused Team to his car. "Yeah, you slept through lunch. Pharm is going to take notes for you."
Win drove them back to the dorms and they made their way up to Win’s room, Team instantly collapsing on to Win’s bed.
"Come on, you need to get changed first,” Win said, finding some of Team's softest sleep clothes and placing them next to him on the bed.
"I don't want to," Team pouted up at him.
Win just laughed and held out his hands. Team immediately took them and Win pulled him up into a sitting position. Team lifted his arms as Win grabbed the hem of his shirt and brought it up over his head, replacing it with the other one. Team changed his own trousers as Win did the same.
Team crawled into bed as Win shut the curtains before he got in next to him and tucked the covers around them both, holding Team tightly against his chest as they fell asleep.
Chapter 54: KornIn - Hurt In 🌶
Notes:
Prompt by TobiVesperr
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In opened the front door slowly, peeking inside and sighing in relief when he didn’t see anyone.
It was late afternoon and In had just come back from his and Korn’s new apartment. Korn had saved enough money to buy the room and In was grateful for their little safe haven. He couldn't wait to move in properly after they graduated.
In quietly tiptoed up the stairs and just as he got to his room, he felt a strong hand grab his wrist. He was spun around to face his father looking down at him with a scowl.
"Where have you been?” His father questioned, angrily.
"Out with my friends,” In lied.
“Don't lie to me, where were you?" His father shouted.
"I'm not lying," In said trying to pull his wrist free. He knew there wold be a bruise forming there soon.
In saw his father's hand raise but he had no time to react before it came down and struck his cheek. He flinched back and held his burning cheek as his eyes started watering.
"You were with that boy, weren't you? He's a criminal, just like his father."
"He's nothing like his father. He's a good person,” In cried.
"If I find out you've seen him, I will make sure you never can again,” his father threatened.
In was silent as he took in his father's words. He didn't know where he got the courage from but he glared and took a step towards his father.
"I love him. If I loose him, you'll loose me," In told him before he turned around and ran out of the house.
In kept running, his sight blurring as he sobbed. His legs burned but he kept going until he was outside the apartment, hoping Korn was still there.
He fished his key out his pocket and unlocked the door, falling to his knees once he'd pushed it open.
"In!" Korn cried, running to his boyfriends side in seconds.
In just cried as Korn gathered him up in his arms before he locked the floor and carried him to their bed.
He laid them both down and stroked his hand over In’s back, letting him calm down.
"What happened?” Korn asked gently.
"My dad. He heard me come in, I think he was waiting for me. He asked where I'd been. I lied and he hit me," In told him.
"He hit you?" Korn asked, having the urge to get up and find In's father.
In nodded. "He knew I was with you. He said if I saw you again, he'd hurt you. I told him he'd loose me if he did that, then I left."
Korn moved until In was sat in front of him. He saw the red mark on his cheek and grabbed some cream to put on it.
"Please don't think like that In. I don't want anything to happen to you, whether I'm here or not."
"I can't live without you," In told him.
Korn's eyes softened and he leant forward to give In a quick kiss. “I can't live without you either.”
in smiled up at him but it quickly turned into a frown as Korn applied the cream to his cheek.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying to be gentle,” Korn apologised.
"I know. You're always gentle with me," In said, rubbing Korn’s knee as he carried on.
In would never know how much that one sentence meant to him. For In to know that he was nothing like his father and that he would always take care of In, meant so much.
"Is there anymore?" Korn asked after he was finished.
In lifted his arm and Korn finally saw the hand shaped mark around his wrist that In had been covering.
Korn gently took his hand and left soft kisses on his wrist before he applied cream there too.
After he was done, Korn looked up at In and took his hands.
"Are your sister and niece safe there?" Korn asked.
In nodded. "They'll be fine. Father wouldn't hurt them, they've done nothing wrong."
"Neither have you,” Korn told him squeezing his hands. When In didn't respond, Korn carried on.
“I want us to move in here now. I don't like you being in that house and I don't want to be around my father anymore. I will help my brothers and make sure they're safe but we need to leave."
"How?" In asked. "We're still in school.”
"I have enough money saved so we'll be okay for a while. I'll get an evening job and when I graduate I'll work while you're studying. Then when you graduate, we'll move far away where no one can find us."
In laughed. It sounded too good to be true and maybe it would be but for now he could hope. "Okay"
Korn smiled at him and leant in for another kiss, pulling In onto his lap to hold him close.
"I'll come with you to pack some stuff when your fathers out and then I’ll figure out how to get mine, okay?” Korn said, breaking the kiss.
"Okay," In agreed, going back in for another kiss.
“Maybe we can-“ Korn carried on before In interrupted him
"I really don't want to talk about this right now," In said, running his hand down Korn’s chest.
Korn got the message and wrapped his arms tighter around In's waist to pull him closer before he crashed their lips together.
The kiss became heated quickly and both boys removed their shirts. Korn ran one of his hands down from the nape of In's neck and over his chest, brushing a nipple on the way before he held his waist.
In shivered under the touch and gripped Korn’s hair as he lowered his head to leave kisses across his neck and chest.
Once In started grinding on Korn, they lost their trousers and boxers pretty quickly before In was back in Korn’s lap.
They rubbed against each other for a few minutes before In couldn't wait any longer. He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out the lube, pouring it on Korn’s dick who hissed at the coldness.
In worked the lube up and down the length before he lifted his hips and sunk all the way down. He was just grateful he was still loose enough from that afternoon so it didn't hurt too bad.
Korn’s hands settled on In’s thighs as he picked himself up and dropped himself back down. They moved slowly against each other, neither in any mood to rush it.
In wrapped his arms around Korn’s shoulders and rest their foreheads against each other, gently kissing the others lips.
Both boys were moaning into each others mouths, nearing the edge but In needed Korn’s help to help tip them both over.
Korn held In's hips as he thrust up into him, drawing high pitched whines from the younger boy.
A few thrusts later and they were both coming, panting heavily against each other as they came down from their highs.
In slumped forward onto Korn and closed his eyes, resting on his chest for a moment.
When In opened his eyes next, he was in his side of the bed, clean and with fresh clothes on.
He watched the bathroom light turn off as Korn came out, also dressed and got into bed next to him.
In turned and snuggled closer, laying his head on Korn’s chest as the other boy wrapped an arm around his waist.
"I love you, Korn. Goodnight," In told him, hearing Korn’s heart beat faster at the words he'd said a hundred times.
"Goodnight, In. I love you too.”
Chapter 55: TharnTypeTechno - Confessions
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Type sat twiddling his thumbs, as Tharn patiently watched him. There was something he needed to get off his chest but he just wasn't sure how to say it.
"Whatever it is, Type, I'm sure it's okay," Tharn said.
"I think you'll hate me," Type said.
"I could never hate you," Tharn told him.
Type nodded but waited a moment more to gather some courage. He lifted his head and Tharn saw his eyes shining with tears.
“I think I have feelings for Techno," Type confessed.
Tharn was silent for a while and Type’s anxiety grew, a tear falling down his cheek.
"Do you want to break up?" Tharn finally asked.
"No! I still love you, Tharn," Type said. He wanted to reach for him but he wasn't sure if that was okay. "I just didn't want to lie to you."
Type finally broke down fully, sobbing loudly as he buried his head in his hands and pulled at his hair. “What is wrong with me? How can I like two people at the same time.”
"Hey, stop that," Tharn said, gently pulling Type’s hands out of his hair and holding them in his.
"Have you heard of a poly relationship?" Tharn asked.
Type nodded. "I heard people say they're wrong.”
"Do you think it's wrong that you have so much love that you have enough for more than one person?" Tharn asked him.
Type hesitated but shook his head.
"I have a confession to make,” Tharn said. Type nodded for him to carry on. "Before I met you, before uni, I was in a poly relationship. You're right, it's not wildly accepted. But people will complain about anything. If you're happy and you're not hurting anyone, it's not wrong."
Type’s eyes watered again and Tharn pulled him into a hug.
"Do you want to tell Techno together?" Tharn asked. Type nodded his head into Tharn's shoulder and Tharn rubbed his back until he calmed down.
It was a week later that Type and Tharn invited Techno over to their room. They ordered dinner and watched a film before Tharn decided it was time.
Tharn looked at Type and rest his hand on his knee to stop it from shaking. Type looked at him and Tharn gave him a reassuring smile.
“Um, No, can we talk?" Type asked.
Techno turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow at the unsure tone in his voice.
"Of course. Is everything okay?" Techno asked, looking between Type and Tharn.
Type was silent and Tharn squeezed his leg.
"I don't know how to say this, I don't want to ruin our friendship," Type said.
"Type, what's going on? You're worrying me,” Techno said, moving closer.
"I'm just going to say it,” Type said. Techno nodded for him to carry on. “I'm not sure when it started but I've realised I have some feelings for you. More than friends."
Techno was silent for a while and Type just wanted the ground to swallow him up.
"I'm confused," Techno said.
"About what?" Tharn asked.
"You seem okay with this,” Techno questioned.
"I just want Type to be happy and I've been in a relationship like this before so I'm not opposed to the idea. We just wanted to talk to you," Tharn told him.
"Talk to me about what?”
Tharn nudged Type who sighed. He was hoping Tharn would do most of the talking, even though he knew he should.
“We wanted to see if you'd be open to the idea of being in a relationship. All three of us?" Type finally said.
"You don't have to give us an answer straight away. Take as long as you need to think about it and ask any questions you want,” Tharn said.
Techno barely hesitated, turning towards Type more and laying a hand over his. "Thank you for telling me. Can we take it slow?”
Type looked up with wide eyes. "Is that a yes?"
Techno nodded. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you. Both of you. I've never been in a relationship like this but I think it could work. You two have obviously been together a while so if you’re okay to take it slow with me, I’m happy to try.”
Type finally breathed a sigh of relief, falling into Techno's arms for a hug. Techno laughed as he rubbed Type’s back, him and Tharn smiling at each other over his body.
Notes:
I’m finding it really difficult to write at the moment, for some reason my brain just won’t let me. I’ve got a lot of shit going on right now and writing used to be enjoyable but it’s not even something I can think about right now. I’m sorry to people still waiting for prompts. I will do my best and post them when I can!
Chapter 56: TharnType - First Time
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Type had told Tharn he was going to sleep with him. He’d been so confident in the moment and even thought it was funny how shocked Tharn was but now he wasn’t sure. He knew if he backed out, Tharn wouldn’t say anything but if he was honest, he didn’t want to back out of it. He did want to sleep with Tharn. He’d be grumpy and pretend there was nothing between them but he knew in the back of his mind there was and maybe this would help sort his head out.
“Type? Are you okay?” Tharn asked from the bathroom door.
He’d just pushed the beds together and was getting things ready. It all seemed too clinical. Type always thought his first time would just be a spur of the moment thing. Not arranged like this. It was his own fault for that but he doubted it would’ve happened otherwise. But it had his mind wandering back to that time when he watched that man in terror for god knows how long before he finally did what he was planning. He wasn’t scared of Tharn and he knew he wouldn’t do anything Type didn’t want but he couldn’t help himself from thinking.
Type took a deep breath and turned to where Tharn was now at the foot of the bed. “Okay, let’s do this.”
Tharn seemed stunned for a second before he composed himself and laughed. “Wow. Super romantic.”
Type just huffed as Tharn knelt on the bed near him. He turned further to face Tharn and waited for him to take the lead.
Type was grateful that Tharn wasn’t rushing it. He moved closer slowly, bringing his hand up to Type’s face, watching his reaction as he did. He didn’t want to do anything Type wasn’t comfortable with.
Once he was close enough, Tharn lent in until their lips met and for a while, all Type’s worries melted away.
Type couldn’t pin point the exact feeling he had but he knew kissing Tharn felt right, he felt free, like he didn’t have to worry about anything.
They continued kissing for a while, Type getting lost in it and before he knew it, he was lying on his back with Tharn hovering over him. Tharn had one hand resting on his hip, the other cupping his jaw.
Tharn pulled away from the kiss, just enough to start kissing down Type’s jaw and to his neck. Type sighed at the feeling, relaxing into the pillows.
A few moments later, Type felt Tharn’s hand wandering up his shirt and he couldn’t help but tense up. Tharn continued kissing down his body, lifting Type’s shirt up and he willed himself to relax.
Tharn must have sensed the change in Type as he slowed down a little and ran a comforting hand down Type’s arm until he held his hand.
Although they were going slow, it wasn’t long before Tharn’s hands moved lower and as soon as the button on Type’s jeans was open, his breathing picked up.
Type felt like he couldn’t take in any air no matter how hard he tried, tears welling up in his eyes.
Tharn saw how Type was panicking and immediately stopped, crawling up the bed until he was beside Type so he could pull him into a hug.
“Shh, you’re okay. I’m here. No one’s going to hurt you,” Tharn whispered as he stroked a hand through Type’s hair.
Type couldn’t hold back and cried into Tharn’s chest, letting out everything he’d kept bottled up for years.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Tharn asked gently. Type just shook his head. “Okay.”
They laid there for a while until Type had calmed down and yawned after all the crying wore him out.
“I’m sorry,” Type apologised, not moving to look at Tharn.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Tharn told him.
“I was the one that said we were going to do this but I just-“ Type cut himself off, sitting up.
“I can’t begin to imagine what goes on in your head Type, but I need you to know that I like you and if you ever want to talk then I’m here,” Tharn told him sincerely.
“I want to get this over with,” Type told him.
“This isn’t something that we’re going to do just for the sake of it, it’s your first time and I want it to be special. Are you sure you want to do this now?”
Type looked at him and was quiet for a moment before he nodded.
“Okay. I know this is kind of new to you but I want you to take control. Anything you want to do or don’t want to do is up to you and if you want to stop at any point, we can,” Tharn explained.
Tharn waited where he sat for Type to think before Type slowly turned to face him, leaning down until their lips met again.
Type kept things slow and Tharn followed his lead. They kissed for a while longer before Type grew the courage to take things further.
The night was spent with a lot of reassuring touches and breaks for Type to will the memories away but in the end, he was glad it happened.
Type could admit that he was nervous and he did shed a few tears along the way but Tharn would just stop and make sure he knew he was safe before they carried on. Type was starting to think that maybe Tharn was the person that could replace the bad memories with good ones.
Notes:
Sorry to people that are still waiting for their prompts! I’ve been gone so long and updates will be slow but I’ll try to get them done asap!
Chapter 57: Shou Yi/Zhen Xuan - Size Kink 🌶
Notes:
For Tesia87
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Shou Yi and Zhen Xuan were in a comfortable relationship when Shou Yi started noticing little things about his boyfriend.
The way Zhen Xuan’s eyes widened curiously when Shou Yi wrapped his hand around his tiny wrist to stop him from falling.
The shy smile that shined on Zhen Xuan's face when Shou Yi said he'd done a good job and to take a break.
Shou Yi's favourite was the blushing mess Zhen Xuan became after he'd dropped a glass and Shou Yi picked him up to stop him hurting himself.
Shou Yi was very curious to see if these little things he'd noticed would work in other aspects of their life.
After a busy day, Shou Yi wanted nothing more than to go home and destress and he couldn't think of anyone better to do that with than Zhen Xuan.
As soon as they got home, Zhen Xuan went to the kitchen and Shou Yi followed after him.
"Do you want to eat dinner now or later?" Shou Yi asked.
Zhen Xuan turned to look at him and Shou Yi saw the moment the younger boy understood what he had implied.
"After," Zhen Xuan told him.
Shou Yi started towards him slowly as Zhen Xuan took a few steps back, stopping when he felt the counter.
Once Shou Yi was in front of him, he placed one hand on Zhen Xuan's waist and the other on his cheek.
Zhen Xuan's eyes instantly closed at the contact, breathing in deeply.
"So pretty," Shou Yi spoke, his voice coming out as a whisper against Zhen Xuan’s skin.
Zhen Xuan's breath hitched and Shou Yi finally closed the gap and kissed his boyfriend. They stayed like that for a few moments, the kisses leaving Zhen Xuan breathless before Shou Yi bent down and lifted Zhen Xuan into his arms smoothly.
Shou Yi broke the kiss, earning a whine from his boyfriend as he carried him into the bathroom and placed him on the counter before he quickly worked on undressing them both.
Once the last piece of clothing was gone, Shou Yi picked Zhen Xuan back up. The smaller boy instantly wrapped his arms and legs around his boyfriend.
Shou Yi turned the shower on as he stepped in, the water quickly heating up as it washed over them both.
Zhen Xuan pulled Shou Yi in for another kiss as his boyfriend held him up against the wall with one arm.
Zhen Xuan gasped as he felt a finger enter him, wondering when Shou Yi had grabbed the lube. He tipped his head back against the wall, giving Shou Yi the opportunity to suck marks on to his neck and collarbones.
Shou Yi took his time working Zhen Xuan open, adding a second and third finger agonisingly slow.
"Shou Yi," Zhen Xuan panted as his eyes glazed over.
"Shh baby,” Shou Yi said kissing Zhen Xuan deeply for a moment. "So pretty like this."
"I need more, please," Zhen Xuan begged.
Shou Yi pulled his fingers out and Zhen Xuan whined at the loss.
"Asking so nicely, my good boy," Shou Yi whispered as he kissed up towards his ear.
Zhen Xuan moaned at the praise, his jaw going slack when Shou Yi finally entered him.
Shou Yi gripped Zhen Xuan's waist tightly as he thrusted up into him.
"So tight baby. Love you so much. Could keep you here all day, so small,” Shou Yi spoke, swallowing Zhen Xuan's moans in a kiss.
Shou Yi pounded into his boyfriend harder, quickening his pace until they both fell over the edge, chests pressed together as they panted.
Once they'd both come down from their highs, Shou Yi pulled out and gently let Zhen Xuan down.
Shou Yi held his boyfriend close to him as he washed both their hair, helping Zhen Xuan out of the shower when they were finished and drying him off with a fluffy towel.
Once they were both dressed, Shou Yi tucked Zhen Xuan under their bed covers, ordering them dinner before he crawled in behind him and held him tightly as they waited.
Chapter 58: TharnTypeTechno - First Date
Notes:
For TobiVesperr
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It had been about 2 months since Tharn, Type and Techno got together yet they'd never gone on a date.
Tharn realised this early on a Saturday, quickly planning the perfect date. He let them both know what time to be ready for and once Techno arrived, they all left.
Type and Techno had no idea where they were going, asking Tharn for clues that he refused to give until they could see bright lights in the distance.
Both boys smiled wide when they realised they were going to the fair. It had been years since any of them had been, the giddiness making them feel like kids again.
Once they arrived, Tharn paid for the tickets and led them both inside the gates. He laughed as he looked at Type and Techno, their eyes wide as they looked around at all the rides, stalls and snacks.
"What do you want to do first?" Tharn asked.
Type’s eyes lit up as he saw a haunted house near the back. He grabbed both Tharn and Techno's hands and dragged them along.
A few hours later and they'd been on nearly every ride, ate way too many snacks and were walking around looking at all the games.
Type spotted a stall where you could win a stuffed toy and even though he'd never really been a child that had cuddly toys, he felt like he needed one now.
Techno seemed to notice this and turned to Tharn. "Didn't you say you were good at these games. Why don't you try and win something?"
Tharn took the challenge, handing some money over before he started playing.
"I'm going to go and get us some candy floss," Type said, quickly leaving a kiss on both Tharn and Techno's cheeks before he hurried off.
Techno watched him go with a smile on his face, stopping at a stall not far from them.
Techno turned back to watch Tharn for a few minutes, cheering him on to help him win before he turned back to see Type gone.
He looked around, turning to see if he'd gone somewhere else but he couldn't see him anywhere.
"Can you see Type?" Techno asked Tharn.
Tharn lifted his head and looked around, panic filling both of them when he couldn't spot Type either. They tried ringing him while they looked around but there was no answer.
"Do you want to go check and see if he went home and I'll look here more?” Tharn suggested.
Techno agreed and ran all the way home, praying that Type would be there. As soon as he opened the door, he could hear Type crying in the bedroom and the sound broke his heart.
He quickly sent Tharn a text before he opened the door quietly, slowly approaching Type and climbing on to the bed next to him.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Techno asked.
Type turned towards Techno, cuddling into his open arms. Techno couldn't make out everything he was saying through his tears but he understood that someone had seen them together and made horrible comments to Type once he was alone.
After a lot of crying and comfort, Techno finally managed to calm Type down and he fell asleep in his arms.
That's where Tharn found them 20 minutes later when he came through the door with three matching stuffed animals in his arms.
Chapter 59: DeanPharm - Forgive But Not Forget
Notes:
For Lillian1602
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There was too much going on in Pharm’s head. Or In’s head. He couldn't quite figure out who he was or who he was supposed to be.
He'd just remembered everything he'd wanted to forget. Why did this have to happen to him? Was he not allowed to live normally?
Korn (no, Dean) was stood in front of him. He was crying, apologising, begging Pharm to put the gun down.
New voices kept filling the room and at some point Pharm just tuned them out. He couldn't bear to know both their families were seeing him like this.
Why were they all here anyway? Most of them had been involved one way or another but they'd never know what this heartbreak and betrayal would feel like.
Korn had left him. They were supposed to be together. Would Dean do the same?
"Pharm."
A soft voice was calling him, one he didn't expect to hear.
He looked around the room seeing his mum and brother, his uncle and grandfather.
His grandfather looked at him like he was going to do something terrible again. Pharm wasn't sure if he was.
His eyes moved to Dean's dad, his brother and sister before looking at his mum and grandmother. If Pharm did it, would Dean follow? He couldn't put them through that pain again.
Pharm looked at Dean but he wasn't looking at him anymore. Dean's eyes had gone wide, looking past Pharm into the room.
Pharm turned and stood shocked. He looked at their families but no one else seemed to be able to see them.
In and Korn. Stood hand in hand, smiling at the other two boys.
"Pharm. Stop this now. It's over," In spoke gently.
"I can't forget," Pharm cried.
"You don't need to forget Pharm, but you need to forgive. You need closure. This is the only way," In told him.
"I don't know if I can.”
"You can, it's okay. You are strong. I know you can do this.”
Pharm cried more as he dropped his arm. Dean grabbed the gun, moving it away before he took Pharm into his arms.
"We're sorry Pharm," Korn spoke. "Please forgive me, please forgive Dean. We never meant to do this to you.”
Pharm looked up at Dean who was staring down at him, relief on his face that he didn't loose the person he loves.
They both looked at In and Korn to see them looking lovingly at each other.
"We will always be together, just like you will. Hold onto each other and never let anything tear you apart," In said before they disappeared.
This would take a lot of explaining to their families and Pharm wasn't sure he was up for that at the moment but as long as he had Dean and In and Korn were happy, maybe he could start to forgive and more on.
Chapter 60: WinTeam - Team Gets A Tattoo 🌶️
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Sorry it look so long!
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After two long years, today was finally the day Win came home from London. It had been difficult for both of them, only managing a few short visits to see each other but they’d got through it stronger than before.
Team met Win at the airport with his family, tears streaming down his face the second Win came round the corner. He told himself he’d be composed, Win would want to hug his family first, he could wait. But the second Win laid eyes on Team, not expecting him to be there too, his bags were dropped. He ran towards Team, picking him up and holding him to his chest tightly.
Tears ran down both their faces as they clutched on to each other, releasing a breath like they could finally breathe properly for the first time in two years.
Team was a little embarrassed after they parted, seeing as Win’s parents and brothers were waiting their turn but they assured them it was fine.
After Win’s parents treated them to dinner, they made their way to their new apartment. A cute little place just big enough for the two of them that they’d found when Win last visited. Team had been moving their stuff in with help from his friends and Win’s brothers for a few months and had set their bedroom up ready for them to spend their first night together in their new place. He hated the idea of sleeping there alone so no matter how tired he was from school and unpacking, he always went back to his dorm.
Once they’d arrived, Team had somehow managed to convince Win that they should take separate showers with the excuse that he hadn’t organised the bathroom yet so it would just be easier. Win seemed to buy it so Team sent him off to shower then hurried in after.
Team looked at himself in the mirror after he was done, smiling happily to himself before he pulled his shirt (technically it was Win’s) and some shorts on and left the bathroom.
Win was sat on the bed with his back against the headboard when he looked up from his phone at Team. Team could see the adoration in his eyes from there.
Team smiled at him, suddenly shy as he slowly walked towards him, climbing over the bed until he was sat in Win’s lap.
They shared a few pecks, gently holding each other before Team pulled back. He smiled down at Win as he began tracing the tattoo on his arm, just below his elbow. Team’s name.
Team had always said you’d be stupid to get your partners name tattooed on your body. It was permanent and your relationship may not be.
When Win came back to the dorms two weeks before he was due to leave for London with Team’s name on him, he’d called him an idiot. Then he’d cried a little and kissed Win a lot.
Looking back to that moment two years ago, Team remembers the reassured feeling he had. Knowing Win felt as secure in their relationship as he had was a weight off his shoulders. It had been a hard two years but Win had confessed that even if they were too busy to call or text or if he was having a bad day, he could just look at Team’s name and he’d feel better.
Knowing his name was permanently on his boyfriends body made him very happy and he wanted to make sure Win felt that too.
Team leant down to kiss Win gently, staying there for a few moments before he deepened it. Win’s hands slid up from where they were resting on Teams thighs, moving up the hem of Team's shirt to get at more skin.
His hand softly grazed Team's stomach, making his way to his chest before Team broke the kiss with what Win could only describe as a nervous laugh.
"You okay?" Win asked, raising an eyebrow.
Team nodded as he slowly pulled Win’s hand out of his shirt and shuffled back slightly.
"I have something to show you," Team told him.
"Okay," Win replied suspiciously.
"Okay, so I know I said I'd never get one, well this one specifically. Then you got one and I was a little mad because I thought it would be tempting fate but I really love it and I love you for getting it and I wanted one too and I was going to wait for you to come back but then I thought it would be a nice surprise so I..."
“Okay, okay. Colm down, take a breath," Win interrupted. Team apologised. "It's alright. Do you want to just show me?"
Team nodded before taking a deep breath and pulling his shirt off. He closed his eyes, nervous to see Win's reaction. After a few moments of silence, he opened them again to see Win’s eyes wide, his mouth parted.
There on the left side of Team's ribs was Win’s name, specifically written in Win’s handwriting from the card he'd sent for Team's birthday the first year he was in London.
Win lifted his hand to touch it before looking at Team for confirmation. It looked healed to him but he wanted to make sure anyway. Team just nodded, unable to speak as he saw the way Win’s eyes glistened with tears, a lump forming in his own throat as Win’s fingers finally brushed his skin.
"When did you get this?" Win asked softly, not taking his eyes off the ink.
"A couple of months ago, after the swim team competitions were over,” Team told him. He hesitated before speaking again, his voice sounding unsure. "Do you like it hia?"
Win’s eyes snapped up to meet Team's instantly, softening more at the look of doubt on his face. Win brought both his hands up to cup Team’s cheeks and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “I love it so much baby."
Team's face broke out into a shy smile and he leant down to bury his face in Win’s neck, the older boy laughing as he ran his fingers through Team's hair.
"How is it feeling?" Win asked after a few moments. "Any pain?"
"It's okay." Team replied, sitting up.
"Good," Win said with a smirk.
Before Team could even respond he was flipped on his back, Win towering over him with a hungry look in his eyes.
Win immediately went to work on Team's neck, gentle kisses turning to bites that would definitely be leaving marks.
Team buried his hands in Win’s hair, torn between holding him there or pulling him away from the sensitive skin.
Win took his time moving down Team's body, kissing every patch of skin he could see. He took extra care around the tattoo, leaving a featherlight kiss on the ink before sucking a mark just below it.
By the time Win got to Team's shorts, his whole body was on fire. Win pulled them down in one swift motion, taking Team in hand, setting a steady pace before he ducked his head and took Team fully into his mouth.
Team moaned at the sensation, tangling one hand into Win’s hair again as the other clutched the sheets.
Win bobbed his head, one hand holding onto Team’s hip while the other ran soothingly across his stomach and chest.
Team’s hand tightened in Win’s hair and he knew he was close. He looked up, locking eyes for a moment before Win swallowed around him.
Team's head fell back against the pillow, the hand clutching the sheets now blindly searching for Win’s.
Win took his hand, squeezing it tightly before Team’s back arched off the bed and he came into Win’s mouth, chanting the other boys name. Win pulled off but carried on stroking him slowly until Team batted his hand away with a whine.
He crawled until he was hovering over Team again, the younger boy pulling him in for a kiss. He could taste himself in Win’s mouth but he didn't care as he fumbled to pull something out of the bedside table.
Win pulled back and looked down at the bottle of lube Team now had in his hand. He couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend because of course he would have already unpacked that.
Win looked at Team with a smirk as the other boy stared up at him. The look on his face told Win they wouldn't be sleeping much tonight and he was completely fine with that.
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Fiat was happy to have an easy day, only one class in the morning before he got to go home. Although it was to an empty house. Leo had a long day so he would have to wait until the afternoon for him to be back.
Fiat took the opportunity of a quiet house to get some work done, getting a couple of pieces finished before it was almost lunch time.
He got some food out the fridge, preparing everything before he started cooking. He was leaving a little mess along the way but he'd clean up before Leo got home.
Once everything was done, Fiat sat down at the table to eat, but before he could even start, he heard the front door open.
Fiat wondered who it could be. He looked at the clock and saw Leo wasn’t due home for another three hours. Just as he got up to check, a tired looking Leo walked around the corner.
"Leo? You're home early,” Fiat stated, confused.
He could tell by the look on Leo's face that something wasn't right. He walked over, helping his boyfriend with his bag and coat.
Once Leo's arms were empty, he immediately moved towards Fiat, the smaller boy wrapping Leo in the hug he knew he needed.
"Did something happen? Are you okay?" Fiat asked as he rubbed a hand over Leo’s back.
Leo nodded weakly against his shoulder. "Just had a bad morning. My head hurts."
"I'm sorry. You should rest but maybe you should eat something first. Can you do that for me?" Fiat pulled back to look at Leo as he spoke.
Leo nodded again so Fiat led him to the table, sitting him down where the food was already waiting.
Fiat grabbed a plate for himself and sat next to Leo, the other boy leaning against his side as they ate in silence.
Once they were done, Fiat dismissed Leo when he offered to wash the dishes. He wasn't feeling well yet he still didn't want Fiat to do everything alone.
Fiat guided Leo away from the kitchen and upstairs to their bedroom, ignoring the other boys weak protests.
Leo sat on the end of the bed, eyes almost closing as Fiat picked out some comfier clothes and helped Leo get changed.
After he had laid down, Fiat tucked the covers around him, brushing the hair off his face as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I'm going to clean up the kitchen. I'll try not to make too much noise,” Fiat told Leo.
Before he could even turn away, Leo's hand emerged from the covers to hold Fiat’s wrist.
"Can you cuddle with me please? Just until I fall asleep?" Leo questioned, wide eyes looking up at Fiat.
How could Fiat ever say no to that?
Fiat just nodded with a smile as he got in bed beside Leo, cuddling the other boy to his chest as he ran a soothing hand through his hair.
Even after Leo had fallen asleep, Fiat couldn't bring himself to let him go. The cleaning could wait until tomorrow.
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