HEMP ROPE

27.

 

The tall figure took a break, adjusting his breathing after a morning jog. He wiped his face with a small towel and took a deep breath, taking in the rare cool breeze of Bangkok air. Fortunately, his dormitory was surrounded by many trees, with space for leisurely walks. Though he was prone to being cold, Team always liked the fresh air after exercising.

 

"It will be cool if we get this temperature all year," he muttered to himself as he got in an elevator. He looked at the keypad numbers, hesitating between the 9th and 10th floors. On the 9th floor, the water heater in his room was broken, but on the 10th floor....Decidedly, he made up his mind and pressed the 10th floor with a grin. Clothes: The clothes could be borrowed. 

 

Knock knock

 

Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.

Bam bam bam bam bam!

 

"Shit!! I'm coming!" A holler followed by strings of curses, then a door swung open. Win bared his teeth at the visitor.

 

"You do have a goddamn ke-"The little bastard pushed past him before Win completed a sentence.

 

"I'm using your bathroom." Team picked up a towel from a closet without waiting for Win's response, went into the bathroom, and slammed it closed.

 

"..." 

 

The tattooed guy rolled his eyes. He glanced at the fried egg toast he had just put on the table. Then he walked to get three more to make fried eggs for the visitor.

 

"Hia, I'm borrowing your clothes." Said Team, already wearing them. The underwear was most likely a brand-new, unwrapped one that he took from a drawer.

 

"Here's your three cooked fried eggs. Two toasts, there's ham."

 

The swimming club vice president busied himself making coffee and speaking without looking. Of course, he made a cup of Ovaltine for the junior.

 

"Thank you, Sir!"

 

Win hated himself sometimes. Dean did warn him about him spoiling Team. He should teach the kid a lesson.

 

"Team...You-" Attempting to be a decent senior, he turned to the brat. Hot lips pressed on him despite the cool air. Soft kisses repeated before the tip of the tongue was inserted, the minty scent of toothpaste. They took turns dominating until their breath hitched. It took a long time for the bratty junior to back off. Team raised his eyebrows, reached past Win for his hot Ovaltine glass and drank it.

 

"Good." He smiled, eyes squinting. Then he walked to the table and sat down, calling Win along. "I'm hungry, Hia. Hurry up, let's eat. I'll be late for my first-period class."

 

Win tsked and heaved a big sigh. He brought his cup of coffee to sit beside Team. The kid was spreading jam onto the bread and handed it to him. Win thought to himself. To hell with it!! He'd spoil this kid all he wanted!