HEMP ROPE

4 Hunger.

 

The sound of gasping for breath mixed with the bed creaking from the impact. A tall man covered in tattoos groaned. His hot lips pressed a kiss along the shoulder, moistened with sweat. His partner's back looked too tempting for him; he couldn't hold back the bite.

 

"Ow!! Told you not to bite!" The young man under him smacked his upper hand hard. But who cares?

 

The vice President of the Swimming Club tossed back his damp hair, licking his dry lips. He increased his rhythm, and his partner gritted his teeth, gripping a pillow tight.

 

"Why are you holding back?"  He teased, then he got pecked red on his hands, propping up on the bed. "Ouch." 

 

Win's eyebrows knitted. He lowered to nip at the ears as he pounded with full force. Team's moan escaped him for Win's pleasure. So stubborn.

 

"Slow-Ahh!" The young man in his arms yelled. Once Win saw the other's hands tremble, he slowed down, changing the tune's intensity to pamper him for mutual pleasure.

 

The sound of late-night TV showing old action series full of shootings. A tall figure wearing only a pair of pyjama pants stood and gulped down water.

 

"Let me drink." Win was pulled at his pants from the bed. Win narrowed his sly eyes. He sat down on the bed, attempting to share a drink with his mouth. But alas, Team knew him too well. He snatched a bottle of water while his other hand pushed away Win's face.

 

"Hungry. I’m  hungry."

 

Team rolled his eyes, then he walked to the small kitchen looking for something. He came back with two instant cup noodles. Win was accepting; he turned to start a stopwatch for three minutes, then he lay down, hugging a pillow and staring at the cup noodles.

 

Both of them had chopsticks ready in their hands, starving from prior activity. Once the mobile gave off a sound, they wolfed down the noodles. No afterglow whatsoever. Cups of noodles were emptied and thrown into a bin in three minutes.

 

"Still hungry." Team shifted to sit on the bed with his unkempt hair under the blanket. 

 

"No, I'm not going down to 7-Eleven," Win said as he dropped himself on the floor. He cursed when the bastard kid nudged him with his leg, and Win fell sideways.

 

"I'm hungry," Team repeated. "Take responsibility."

 

When Win ignored him in favour of the TV, a starving kid pushed himself up from the bed but cried out from hip pain.

 

"Why'd you get up!?" Win quickly helped support him before he keeled over.

 

"Hungry!" Team wouldn't give up, and he removed Win's hands. "I'm getting something to eat." He finally got up, wobbling and slamming the bathroom door shut.

 

Win rolled his eyes again, grumbling. Team was always like this!! After taking a shower, Team found himself comfortable. He put on his clothes and kneaded his waist, thinking of snacks he'd get. But as he opened the door, he was met with a smell of sausage. Sausage, ham, sandwiches, boiled eggs, soft drinks and the yellow packet of original flavour, his favourite.

 

"Whoaaaaaa." He dashed toward the food with a sparkle in his eyes. Then, he looked at the big guy, keeping his eyes on the TV, ignoring him, and he almost laughed.

 

He must have run like hell to get all these. Team took a large chunk of the sandwich and offered Win to do the same. Then he cracked the boiled egg for both of them. No words were spoken, no words of thanks. Just having meals shared. Their eyes were on the war movie on TV. They exclaimed when someone was shot, then they debated over who'd win.

 

P.S

up wearily/

Win: Damn you, sleeping right after gobbling all these.../ cleans