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“Right hand blue!” Maprang giggles as the freshmen group moan, sliding all over the Twister mat until Oak slips and they all collapse in a heap of limbs.
“Oak!” Kongpob groans from the bottom of the pile, “Your elbows are too pointy! Get fatter!”
M laughs as he holds out a hand to help Kong up and then turns to May who is sitting on the hotel bed, watching them, “Umm, May? Do you want to play?” He asks shyly. But the woman shakes her head and indicates that they should continue without her, sliding another piece of dried durian from the transparent bag beside her.
As they set up the next game, the door opens and Tew barrels in, bottles clinking in his canvas bag, “I brought supplies!” He grins then turns to look behind him, “And a couple more players!”
“No way!” Maprang laughs as P’Arthit and P’Bright follow Tew through the door. Bright looks like a giant child, overly excited and bouncing on the balls of his feet. In contrast, Arthit looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, arms folded across his chest as he frowns at the whole room.
“Play your game then, Ai’Bright, so we can get off to where we should be.. in P’Knot’s room playing something entirely different and way more fun..and.. appropriate.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, ‘Thit!” His fellow hazer replies, “You know we had to come play when Nong Tew mentioned it, it’s not every day you get the chance to show off about being the Twister champion in first year!”
“You were the champ?” Oak asks, hanging on P’Bright’s every word even as he reaches over Maprang to grab a beer from Tew.
Bright laughs, accepting the bottle Oak hands him, “Not me..”
“Bright!” Arthit growls, fierce expression getting harder as he stares daggers at his friend.
“You?” Oak asks, jaw dropping.
“You were Twister champion when you were a freshie?” Maprang asks, eyes sparkling as she stares at him.
“So what if I was?” Arthit asks, not meeting anyone’s eye.
“That’s brilliant!” Kongpob says, voice gleeful, “Just perfect!”
“Are you making fun of me?” Arthit growls, leaning forward as though he might approach his junior. But Bright rests an arm across his shoulders and he visibly relaxes as his friend speaks.
“Ai’Arthit can twist himself into unimaginable shapes!”
Kongpob chokes on his own saliva as Arthit blushes a fiery red and Maprang lets out another volley of giggles, pressing her face against May’s shoulder to stifle them as Arthit looks up.
“I’m going Bright. You can play but I’m off.”
“No! No!” Bright says, voice pleading. “You said one game.. anyway I know exactly what you want to do and if you’d rather I didn’t say, then you’d better stay put so you can stop me!”
Arthit stops from where he’s moved towards the door and turns back to glare at his friend. Everyone else in the room freezes and pretends they aren’t there. Oak even looks around nonchalantly as though he’s not listening.
“And actually, Thit..” Bright continues, “Now I think about it, I want you to play too!”
“No!” Arthit says, voice deep and quite serious. “I won’t!”
Bright stares at him, then lets his eyes flicker between Arthit and the rest of the room, “You will unless you want me to say something..”
But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Arthit launches himself towards his friend and slams a hand over his mouth, “One game!”
“Left foot, blue!” May announces from her position on the bed. On the mat, Bright, Maprang, Kongpob and Arthit move their feet to blue dots, all of them staying upright.
Beside her, M smiles brightly and reaches for the board to spin. Oak grumbles under his breath, still mad to have been voted out due to his dangerous elbows, while Tew slugs back his third beer, finding everything simply hilarious.
Three moves later, Maprang crashes to the mat as she attempts to slide underneath Arthit’s legs for ‘Right foot, yellow.’ She frowns as she slips onto the bed, face rosy red at being so close to her senior. “My spin!” She says, taking over the board.
Kongpob is balanced on his left hand, right one tucked into his side. He’s far from both of his Phi’s having chosen to stay on one side of the mat while they are taking up the other. But P’Bright ruins his game when he slides a foot the length of the mat and steals the green dot nearest to Kongpob. Instead, Kong ends up with his foot right next to P’Arthit’s, their toes a hairsbreadth from each other.
Kongpob sucks in a breath, wishing he wasn’t the one playing right now. It’s hard to control himself around Arthit, especially after he gave him his gear the last time they were all staying in a hotel.
This trip was both a blessing and a curse. An amazing chance to help make a difference in the lives of disadvantaged kids, but difficult to separate himself from Arthit when all of the hazers had come too.
Kong breathes deeply again, trying to centre himself and prepare for the next move, thank god it’ll be over soon if Arthit is as good as Bright implied. If it weren’t for his competitive nature, Kong might even consider dropping out, but knowing that Arthit will take every opportunity to brag about beating him so quickly, makes him steel himself and prepare to battle on.
“Right hand, yellow.”
Now they’re on all fours, faces staring down onto the mat, Arthit close enough that Kongpob can feel his hot breath as he exhales.
“Left foot red,” P’Bright collides with Arthit as they reach for the same dot, both wobble but neither fall as they tense their core muscles, tight from hours of squats and push ups.
“Right foot, red.”
Kongpob slides his leg through the middle of Arthit and Bright’s left feet, thigh quivering as it presses against Arthit’s. He tilts his head and finds shrewd eyes watching him, Arthit’s mouth turned down in a scowl of concentration. Kongpob grits his own teeth and then turns his head to look at his friends who are all watching from the bed.
“Left hand, blue.” May says, pulling her knees up to her chest and circling her arms around them as she watches them strain for the blue dots.
Bright ends up with his crotch pressed into Kongpob’s leg, body hovering over him. He grins and looks down at his junior, “Well, well, Kongpob, seems like little Bright is having a fun date with your knee!”
Kongpob shuffles awkwardly to try and relieve the pressure, but it only pushes him further against Arthit who is somehow behind him, having reached for a far off dot. His senior growls, low in his throat and Kongpob feels a shiver run down his spine - god that’s hot!
“Right, let’s amp this up guys!” Oak suddenly yells, lifting his fourth beer bottle in the air, “Speed Twister time, one at a time, five second moves or you’re out!”
The rest of the freshmen cheer, while on the mat the 3 competitors grit their teeth.
“Kong is the youngest, you start. Left hand, green.”
They fumble through the five second changes, twisting themselves into unimaginable shapes, until Maprang starts to giggle wildly, before shouting, “P’Arthit, left foot red!”
Kongpob groans as Arthit immediately shifts his foot, sliding forward until he is on all fours, crouched over Kongpob. His arms are either side of his torso, his legs are snug against Kong’s and worst of all, Arthis’s crotch is pressed into the crease of Kongpob’s arse.
Both men flinch as the rest of the group start roaring with laughter.
Nearby, Bright, who has somehow managed to extract himself from either of their limbs, is laughing so hard he seems to be in danger of knocking himself over.
Kongpob can feel the tense lines of Arthit’s body as he tries to angle himself away from the younger man. It’s like Kong is getting his heart’s desire (being close to Arthit) but in the worst way (forced.)
Kongpob listens to the laughter as it rolls around the room and tries to angle himself down to avoid touching Arthit as much as possible, but his senior seems to be like a magnet and they end up pressed close no matter how much Kongpob strains to avoid him. Kong feels terrible.
Then Bright makes it worse with his move, sliding over to their side of the mat and planting his hand underneath Kongpob, head ducking down an evil grin directed at his junior, “How’re you holding up, Kong?”
Kong grunts a little as Arthit’s body weight seems to rest deeper over him like a weighted blanket. He grimaces but doesn’t pull away. If his senior is okay with the close contact then he is fine with it too. In fact.. maybe a tiny bit more than fine.
“Kongpob move your foot to yellow!” Tew slurs, splashing beer from his bottle as he gestures at a yellow dot.
Kongpob moans internally. Yellow would mean his foot was even closer to Arthit’s, but surveying his options as his friend’s loudly count down from five, it is the only choice. Otherwise he will definitely overbalance.
He slides his foot outwards and feels Arthit’s chest rumble as they were thrust even closer. Then he chances a glance over his shoulder as Bright moves his foot and Kongpob sees the slightly pained expression on his Phi’s face. His eyes are scrunched closed and he seems to be controlling his reaction the best he can. But Kongpob feels like a knife is being pushed into his chest.
Arthit doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to be draped over Kongpob or for them to be in this predicament to begin with.
Not even thinking, Kongpob lets himself fall forwards, ready to admit defeat and to let his Phi have some space.
The strong arm that clamps itself around his middle and pulls him back upright and further against a warm chest and hard groin is unexpected.
“Don’t!” is hissed into his ear, breath tickling his neck. Then the arm is gone, but Arthit is still there. And he and Kongpob are closer than ever.
None of their friends seem to have caught the moment as they are too busy watching Bright who is wobbling precariously as Oak tries to feed him a drink of beer using a bottle with a straw. Kongpob sucks in a breath and lets himself enjoy the warmth of his Phi. It is tantalising, feeling his breath tickling his neck. Too strong and well-aimed for it to be anything but purposeful.
It is the worst kind of tease.
When Kongpob’s next move has him sliding his hand to the dot beside Arthit’s, he isn’t surprised to feel his senior’s pinky finger hook over his own. It is yet another sign that Arthit is okay with this. That, in fact, he might even want to be this close.
Maybe he is even starting to think about Kongpob’s grand gesture, giving him his gear, and coming to terms with his own burgeoning feelings. That’s how it feels to Kongpob at least - like he is in the cusp of being accepted. Like Arthit is accepting that he might be attracted to his junior.
Having never had a love interest before, he isn’t sure what he should do. He’s already shown how much he likes his Phi, but he wants to make it clearer.
The next move gives him the chance.
“P’Arrrrrrthit…” Maprang slurs as she speaks, clearly affected by the amount of beer she has consumed. Beside her, May is slumped over, head on M’s shoulder. M looks happy but uncomfortable, fingers loose around a bottle of Singha, attention all on the girl beside him.
Meanwhile, Tew and Oak are focussed on P’Bright who is now attempting to drink directly from the bottle, tilting his head back and forth and completely distracted.
Kongpob chances a glance at Arthit as Maprang rolls his name around her mouth, not providing any directions, simply spinning the spinner repeatedly, attention elsewhere.
“Phi?” He whispers, watching as Arthit’s eyes flicker open, something indescribable in his eyes.
Kongpob lifts his hand and reaches over, sliding his fingers between Arthit’s. Their eyes stay locked as he squeezes gently, and then Arthit lets his own glance down to where their hands are now joined as one.
“Kongpob?” He whispers back.
Before Kongpob can even formulate a response, P’Bright crashes into them and they slam down onto the mat in a heap of tangled limbs.
“Bright!” Arthit yells, as he pushes himself upwards, cradling Kongpob with his body to try and stop him from being crushed under the weight of his two seniors.
The commotion causes the trio on the bed to rouse themselves, May nervously shifting away from M as he ducks his head, embarrassed at their situation.
Kongpob just lies on the mat, laughing as Bright teases Arthit who chases him around the room, hitting him repeatedly. “Bright! I’m going to actually kill you!”
“Not the champ anymore, Ai’Arthit! Pretty sure I hit the mat last, right?!”
After a little while, everyone settles down and the girls excuse themselves to their own room, M propping them both up, ever the gentleman. Meanwhile, Oak and Tew drag Bright out of the room, all chattering away about his secret stash of beer and where can find it?
The door slams behind them.
Left alone, Arthit and Kongpob stare awkwardly at each other. Kongpob is still lying on his back, coloured dots beneath him. Arthit has ended up perched on the edge of one of the beds, hands in his lap as he stares down at his junior.
“Well, Phi,” Kongpob begins, locking eyes with his senior, “That was..eventful. Are you sure you were the Freshie champion?”
“Oi!” Arthit snarls, then softens it with a small smirk which reaches his eyes, “You know that was Bright’s fault.”
“Yes,” Kongpo continues, resting on his elbows so his head is upright and he can look Arthit directly in the eyes, “But.. even before all that.. you were distracted.. right?”
Arthit ducks his head, but Kongpob can still see the quirks of his lips. “No comment.” He says firmly, then lifts his eyes back to look at Kong again. “I’m still the champ, no matter what Ai’Bright might say.”
“Prove it!”
Arthit stares at him, then spreads his arms in a question.
“Three spins each, we can start from where we were before we fell.” Kongpob lets his own smirk settle on his lips, “Winner takes all.”
It takes a moment for Arthit to respond, and Kong is worried that he’s said the wrong thing. But then his senior stands from the bed and strides back onto the mat, bare feet slapping against the plastic. “You’re on!”
As his weight settles over him, Kong can’t help but press against him and is rewarded by Arthit snuggling as close as he can, dropping the spinner between them.
They scramble over who gets to spin first, but Arthit wins. “I’m older, Kongpob, show some respect!”
It lands on Left foot, blue. But Arthit ignores it completely, “Left hand red, Kong,” he breathes against his neck and Kongpob shivers as he twists to move his hand. It puts him in a precarious position, half turned over so his left leg is facing up towards Arthit.
Arthit spins again, “I thought I’d have all my turns first, Kong,” he says nonchalantly as the spinner lands on yellow. “Right hand, blue please.”
Kongpob has no choice but to flip his feet and whole body so he ends up with his back to the mat in a sort of crab position. Now he’s facing his Phi, who is staring down at him, hungrily.
“Kiss me!” Arthit commands as they stare at each other.
Kongpob can’t move, just stares up at his Phi for a long moment, “I’m not sure I saw that on the spinner, P’Arthit?” He asks. As they continue to look at each other, he sees uncertainty creep into his Phi’s eyes..
..which is why he prises his hand from the red dot and launches it upwards to latch around Arthit’s shoulders, tugging himself up until he can slide his mouth over his seniors.
Unfortunately, Arthit’s natural reaction is to clasp his arms around his junior’s back, so they both thump onto the mat, lips still locked together.
It’s a messy and wet first kiss, but for Kongpob it’s pretty much perfect! He reaches out for Arthit again..
Several minutes later they come up for air and Arthit rolls himself off Kongpob lying beside him on the mat. Shyly, he reaches out to link their little fingers together.
“So,” Kongpob gasps into the space between them, “We never finished the game..”
“I’m pretty much certain that I’m still the champion if your laboured breathing is anything to go by..” Arthit replies before rolling back to kiss him again.
The End!