HEMP ROPE

16.

Bam!

 

An arm dropping heavily on the tattoo-covered chest jolted him from his comfortable sleep. Sharp eyes glanced to his side before rolling his eyes.

This guy moved way too much.

 

Win removed an arm from his chest, but in less than three seconds, it was thrown back to the same spot. He just gave up, letting Team have his way.

 

He never thought one day a person sleeping next to him would be a big lug of a little brat who loved potato chips, was loud and disputed his every word. There was nothing cute about him. Yet he found him endearing in his own way.

 

Win patted the head, nuzzling his chest. Team's short, black hair turned a bit reddish from chlorine bleach. Upon the touch, the junior snuggled closer, his body almost half on top of Win. Win rubbed the bare back and patted lightly, as if lulling a kid to sleep. Wearing clothes in their sleep wasn't their thing; having blankets touch their skin was. But even better was skin-on-skin... like right now.

 

The man checked the time on his cellphone; he had to get up for class. The little brat had an afternoon class, so he'd just let him sleep. Win pecked Team's temple and kissed the forehead.

 

Win slowly got up from the bed so as not to wake the other up. By the time he went into the bathroom with a towel, drowsy Team woke. He nuzzled his face into a soft pillow, trying to hide his red ears. His heart was tickly. Ai Hia, you scumbag, the sinner! Ai! Screw you!!!!

 

University at noon.

 

Manow: It's a bit chilly these days.

Team: Yeah, I don't like it.

 

Manow: You don't like the cool? I love it.

Pharm: /laughs/ Team gets cold easily. He's always in long Sleeves and pants whenever he stays over. But he still likes chilling in A/C.

 

Manow: /lol/ That's unexpected. I thought Team would sleep only in shorts.

 

Team: Are you nuts? I'd catch a cold.

Dean: Why don't you go to the kids? /slaps his friend's shoulder,

Win is hiding behind a pole, making a weird face.

Win: Waiting for you? Let's go, Nong Pharm is waiting./He puts his arms around  Dean's shoulder, dragging him to the table/

 

Pharm: P'Dean, P'Win, hi /smiles/

Manow: Hello, P' Win. Is something up? You're grinning from ear to ear.

 

Win: Nothing, hahaha. Nice weather today.

Team: ?? Are you sick, Hia?

 

Win: Nope.

Dean: ...Pfft.