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This is probably one of Tinn’s proudest moments as he rolls into the campus with his brand-new car. Not because it is a nice car, not because it makes heads turn, but because he can finally be the one to pick up his boyfriend. Yes, rides on Gun’s scooter were cute and romantic - Tinn was a huge fan of them. Tinn loved the mornings when he couldn’t fully wake up and he could just wrap his arms around Gun’s middle and rest his head against his shoulders while they made their way to the campus. Despite his regular protests, he adored the care and affection radiating from Gun’s eyes as he put on his helmet every time. However, rainy days sucked for such a vehicle though and those were the days Tinn wanted to be the closes to Gun. And there is something deeply satisfying in parking near the main building, leaning against the hood of the car, and waiting for his entire world to walk to him.
As Gun appears at the front door Tinn perks up, straightens his shoulders a bit more, and is about to wave at his favorite person, but stops as he sees someone walking next to him. At first glance, a spark of jealousy lights up in Tinn’s chest, but as both Gun and the older-looking man come closer, it is very clear it’s someone from the teaching staff. The conversation they are having seems to be rather serious - Gun’s face says it all, his brows knitted together in deep thoughts as he listens and if the jealousy melts away then curiosity just rises in Tinn.
“You really should consider it one more time. An opportunity like this comes around just once. Don’t throw it away so easily,” Tinn can hear the older man speak when the two are close enough. “It’s Universal Music after all. Can you even imagine the doors that would open for you with such credentials in your CV?”
“I understand, phi, but it’s really not something I see for myself. I have too many things going on here - to just drop everything. My band just got an offer for a big summer music festival. And my English is not good enough to go for it either,” Gun lets out a strained, awkward laugh his eyes shooting a quick glance at Tinn, pleading to get him out of this conversation. If only Tinn could move right now. He’s frozen in place for what feels like the longest 10 seconds of his life.
His brain has gone into overdrive in mere seconds, putting together the pieces of information he has caught. And what he has puzzled together makes his heart beat faster in his chest, ears ring a little bit, a villainous voice at the back of his head chanting a menacing ‘time to wake up’.
Tinn shakes his head - all thoughts could wait a bit - and strides forward with large steps, bowing politely to the man still keeping a conversation with Gun, listing endless benefits of what very obviously sounds either like an exchange program or internship, before turning to his boyfriend.
“Are you ready to go, Gun?” He asks, begging his voice not to shake, his head in overdrive. He can swear his eyes are visibly vibrating, but he does his best to keep a neutral smile on his face.
“Yes! Sorry, phi, I need to go,” Gun bows to the man who returns the greeting.
“Do think about it again, Guntaphon,” he says before turning and leaving towards his car. Only when he’s far enough Gun lets out a long, heavy breath and shakes his head.
“Let’s go before he runs back to try again,” he looks at Tinn, obviously very exhausted from the conversation that probably lasted longer than Tinn can imagine.
As for Tinn, he can just nod and walk back to the car silently. Deep down, since they started dating he had always thought about, no, rather feared the day that his talented boyfriend would have to leave him because of his career. He had dreaded it for all these 4 years and he knows this fear would never leave him - it would always reside at the back of his mind, poking at him in the most ridiculous ways in the worst moments. Perhaps ‘leave’ was a bit too dramatic of a word to use, but that’s the only one Tinn could think of.
“What were you two talking about?” Tinn manages to push the question out as they both fasten their seatbelts and the car rolls out of the parking lot.
“Oh…” Gun hesitates a bit, odd silence settling in the car for less than a minute. “I got offered an internship in the US,” he says with absolutely no enthusiasm in his voice, it sounds more like a burden for him.
“In a good company, I assume?” Tinn tries to keep the conversation casual even when he can feel his heart jumping out of his chest.
“A very good one,” Gun admits, his eyes focusing on the moving cityscape behind the window before turning to Tinn. “I declined it though.”
“Oh… Why?” there’s a bit of a shake in Tinn’s voice and he hopes Gun doesn’t notice it, nor how tightly he’s gripping the steering wheel.
“I don’t want it. It’s a great opportunity and the producers there are on a different level, but I don’t feel like it’s for me. I rather work with people in Thailand. The professor insists I should take it, that’s why he was bothering me,” Gun explains and Tinn nods along keeping his eyes on the road instead of Gun, he feared his reaction if he’d look at him now.
The answer from Gun is pretty clear, but something could always change. There was always a microscopic chance that he’d change his mind and agree to join the internship.
“Are you hungry?” Tinn changes the subject because he has nothing that could be considered an answer to all this information.
“A little,” comes the response and he nods, changing the lanes to take a turn toward one of their favorite lunch spots. Even as he keeps looking only at the road he feels Gun looking at him the entire time and he doesn’t have to say anything to make it clear that he knows something is wrong. But how could Tinn explain it to him without sounding crazy or too codependent?
Even if it sounded insane, he had always compared being with Gun to a dream - a beautiful fantasy he had made up in his head, one he could wake up from any moment. He had vivid dreams and daydreams before they got together, so how truly convinced he could be this wasn’t one either. Plenty of times he had woken up in the middle of the night from a dream, no, a nightmare where he had woken up in his old bedroom - a regular 10th-grade student, part of the Scrabble club, silently in love with his classmate. The sinking feeling in his chest that all they have gone through has been a dream usually wakes him up ‘for real’. It always takes a moment for him to understand which reality he is in, but Gun peacefully sleeping next to him brings him back. His arms and legs are thrown all over Tinn, soft puffs of air escaping his nose like he’s a sleeping kitten or he’s sometimes snoring adorably and it’s enough to convince it was reality. But what if he was still dreaming right now?
As for codependency - they could function normally separately. They did it every day, after all. The longest they had been apart having been two weeks right before they moved - their families privatized them for a bit knowing that their schedules would probably keep them from visiting. They went through that fine with calls and texting. But what of its months, a year, or more? He’d be worried sick every breathing moment. The very thought he would not be there for Gun when he would need him made him choke up. He is mortified by the thought he would be so far away he couldn’t get to him in a couple of hours if he needed to. So in a very real way, it might have even been a worse fear than the dream theory.
Tinn doesn’t doubt their feelings or relationship - they could last in a long-distance relationship - it would be the hardest thing they have ever done but they could manage. But everything else made him feel like he is insane and that probably read on his face as Gun didn’t take his eyes off Tinn the entire drive. Now, when they are sitting at the table in the small diner they liked to visit once in a while, food in front of them, he continues to look at Tinn with a concerned gaze, his eyebrows slowly moving closer as he is nearing a frown.
“What are you thinking about? I can see the gears turning behind your eyes,” Gun finally speaks as his intense staring has brought no result.
“Nothing,” Tinn tries to shrug the question off and the response is not pleasing Gun as the frown on his face is even more evident than before, accompanied by the most adorable upset pout and Tinn can't deny such a cute expression calms him down a little. How could he spend even a day without seeing it?
“That’s a lie,” Gun speaks through his pout. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he insists, his dark-chocolate eyes capturing Tinn’s the second he lets his guard down. Tinn can’t escape now.
"I’m just thinking maybe you should take that offer. It's a great opportunity," Tinn says and it is the exact opposite of what he feels, but the logical part of his mind has taken over and speaking on his behalf. Even his voice sounds foreign, he can hear it himself, and Gun catches it instantly
"I don't want to," he replies, his eyes still locked with Tinn with growing intensity, not letting him look away. "I think I can do well here - I don't need foreign credits. Call me patriotic if you want," Gun smiles, obviously trying to lighten the atmosphere that feels as heavy as the one before a storm. But Tinn can’t return the smile, his mind continuing to run insane laps around both realistic and completely fantastical scenarios.
“I see,” Tinn mumbles, escaping the hold Gun’s eyes had on him, and looks down, pushing around the food on his plate. It's a stupid, empty response that gives nothing and makes Tinn himself angry. He should be happy and proud his boyfriend gets recognition - he is the most talented and hard-working person Tinn knows and if someone should get all the opportunities it is him. And he is proud. He will talk everyone's ears off at the university about this - he's Gun's number one fan after all and has been since day one. But simultaneously he feels like he is potentially the biggest, most irrational, and silly hindrance a musician can have.
"I also don't want to leave you for long," Gun adds as he notices that Tinn is still lost somewhere in his mind. And as Tinn raises his eyes from the plate he meets Gun's warm, loving eyes looking right at him, getting completely lost in them again.
"I don't want to be something that hinders you," he says what he truly feels for the first time in this conversation and the expression on his face must be pathetic as Gun leans over the table and places his palm on Tinn's cheek, who instantly leans into the touch.
"You are not. I meant what I said - I can make it here. I don't need any foreign help. And I am ridiculously addicted to you - how could I go anywhere?” Gun smiles and Tinn finally smiles back, pressing a kiss on the base of Gun’s palm.
“Won’t you regret it down the line?” Tinn has to ask and Gun shakes his head, his thumb gently rubbing Tinn’s cheek.
“No. As long as I have you next to me I won’t regret a thing,” Gun’s warmth completely wraps around Tinn - from his touch, his eyes, and the deep, calming tone of his voice. It is exactly enough to keep Tinn from sinking into the endless ocean of thought in his head.
They finish the lunch and their iced tea in a pleasant, comfortable silence - like the brewing storm has passed right by and the sky is once more clear. The silence can be deceiving, however. As soon as they get back into the car to get home and Tinn has to focus on the road and not Gun his mind starts to wander again, bringing back the ridiculous scenarios. What if the professor talks Gun into going after all? Could he use anything to make Gun go even if he didn’t want to? Would Tinn wake up from his lengthy fantasy at the airport sending Gun off?
The red light makes Tinn stop the car and also stops his thought for a second. He is sinking again and there is only one way he can pull himself out, and get himself grounded at least until they get home. He turns to Gun who is looking at something on his phone and curls his fingers under his chin, making Gun turn his head. Saying anything would be pointless, so he doesn’t - he lets his lips work in a different way, kissing Gun.
The response comes in half a second, Gun’s phone landing in his lap as his right hand goes to Tinn’s nape, fingers tangling in his hair, his left grabbing onto Tinn’s shirt and pulling him closer. Tinn can’t describe the kiss as anything less than the type to make you forget everything. Nothing exists - the people around them, the ticking timer next to the red light, the time and space itself, let alone every single thought that could reside in his head. It feels incredibly short-lived when Gun moves away, gently pulling Tinn’s lower lip with his teeth. His smile is almost sinister in the cutest possible way as Tinn looks more than just disappointed.
“The light is about to change,” he says and lets go of Tinn’s shirt. The latter just then realizes his ‘grounding exercise’ might have been a mistake as he still has to drive for quite a bit. What doesn’t help is Gun’s hand settling on his thigh, varying between rubbing senseless patterns, squeezing it, and moving too high up over the inner part. Between that and the sweet tea taste from Gun’s lips still lingering on Tinn’s tongue, he can barely think of anything else let alone overthink.
Having no thoughts left in his head but everything about Gun would not be in the slightest way an exaggeration for Tinn. The moment the apartment door closes behind them, Gun jumps on him and Tinn barely manages to support him with his hands before every single worry he ever had, is having now, or could have in the near future gets kissed away by the love of his life. Gun’s hands are in Tinn’s hair, tongue in his mouth and Tinn is losing his mind for a completely different reason than before.
He stumbles across the living room, using the last brain cell that has not been consumed by Gun to maneuver them around but he can’t take them further than the sofa. The displeased whine Gun makes when he has to let go of Tinn as he is placed on the said sofa rings through Tinn’s ears as if it’s the first and only thing he can hear. The look in Gun’s eyes is dangerous - almost predatory - as he looks up at Tinn, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths just like Tinn’s. He coaxes Tinn closer, licking his lower lip, and Tinn nearly jumps forward.
For now, Tinn settles with one knee resting on the sofa between Gun’s legs and the other a bit awkwardly on the edge of the sofa on the other side of Gun’s thigh, but the position carries very little significance at the moment. Their lips meet in another kiss, this time less frantic yet the depth of it could make Tinn swear he could name the province where the tea leaves for Gun’s drink were grown.
His fingers fiddle with the buttons of Gun’s shirt, all dexterity he usually has gone in the moment. Gun beats him to the button game, pulling his shirt off his shoulders before he is barely halfway done, already going to the buckle of his belt. “Just rip it. I have another one,” Gun speaks against Tinn’s lips. It’s not a plea - it’s an order and Tinn knows better not to listen. The remaining buttons land somewhere in the room, judging by the sound the fabric might have ripped as well, but who cares when the shirt is on the floor in seconds anyway.
Gun’s hot mouth is suddenly on Tinn’s skin, definitely leaving a mark on his collarbone, and even if Tinn usually is careful with marks in rather visible places today his brain is too fried to care. What he does care for is Gun pushing his hips forward, grinding against Tinn’s thigh, his nimble fingers already done with the belt, the button, and the zipper of Tinn’s pants. Only as he begins to pull them down Tinn finally has enough self-control to do something.
“Wait,” he breathes out, gently pushing Gun back by his shoulders. “Wait here and don’t move,” he knows he has to move when he says that but the fires burning in those dark eyes looking at him keep him in place for a couple of seconds. Tinn keeps eye contact as he gets up, almost tripping over the coffee table, before turning around and speed-walking to the bedroom. He spends no more than a minute grabbing lube and condoms from the nightstand and he is back in the room. Even if he has seen Gun a hundred thousand times now, he still took his breath away the same every time.
His hair is a tousled mess, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths, the half-slouching position showing off perfectly every line of his muscles; eyes dark, intense, and looking directly at Tinn. “Fuck…” Tinn utters under his breath and a devilish smirk appears on Gun’s lips. He knew exactly what he could do to Tinn by merely existing, let alone looking like the sexiest person on this planet and probably in the entire galaxy (at least to Tinn).
There are so many options on what Tinn could do, what he wants to do, and what his very soul is craving for, so he lets his muscle memory lead him at first. He walks back to the sofa, dropping the items in arm's reach from him, and kneels right between Gun’s legs - Gun’s eyes not leaving him for a second. He runs his hands up Gun’s legs, reaching the zip and undoing it probably too damn slow for both of them as he feels the intense gaze on him, his own hands nearly shaking in anticipation. The lack of patience shows best when he pulls Gun’s pants and boxer off in one movement, earning a gasp in response but he has to have access to Gun as fast as possible - all of him.
Tinn scoots closer to the sofa, the fluffy rug they bought now seeming like a great investment. He reaches out and rests his hand on Gun’s nape, pulling him closer for another soul-twisting kiss. Gun’s fingers are back in his hair, pulling just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt, and Tinn shivers, his free hand running up and down Gun’s thigh. The heat from Gun’s skin is enveloping him to the point he regrets not getting his pants off before kneeling, but he will get to that eventually, as now he has finally settled on his priorities for the evening.
He pulls away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips, and locks eyes with Gun. He knows his eyes mirror the same look - a pure and endless desire for the other that burns so deep they could catch fire any moment. Gun’s eyes are seemingly endless, sucking Tinn in and he wishes he could disappear into them. ‘Eye-fucking’ was probably the best description he could give to this staredown and he knew it was not enough for either of them.
Tinn places the last kiss (at least for a while) on Gun’s lips, proceeding with leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. He pays extra attention to the pulse point, feeling Gun’s heartbeat racing with his lips, definitely leaving a mark. Tinn’s hands move over Gun’s sides, redrawing each line, each curve with his fingertips and memorizing them for the thousandth time. His lips do the same with the curve of Gun’s neck, his shoulders, and collarbones - each birthmark gets registered with Tinn’s lips. It’s a silent worship of the highest form of art he has ever seen - his sinful being allowed to touch him, to taste him, to feel him this close.
There’re waves of shivers running over Gun’s skin - the feeling of each of them traveling through Tinn as well. Each moan and whimper rings in Tinn’s ears, the taste of Gun’s skin engraved on his tongue at this point. His scent - the mix of his aftershave and just him - nearly makes Tinn euphoric. He moans and groans against Gun’s skin, not holding a single sound back - he’s absolutely lost in Gun, all of his senses taken over by everything that is him and he loves every second of it. He wants to, he needs to disappear into this moment, into everything that is Gun to erase all doubts and useless thoughts in his head.
Painfully slowly he makes his way down Gun’s torso, registering each breath he takes, including the gasp when Tinn’s hot breath very on-purpose hits Gun’s cock resting on his stomach. Even better is the disappointed and pouty whine when Tinn skips what requires his attention the most and rather brings his focus to Gun’s thighs. He lifts his lover's right leg up, resting it on his shoulder, and begins his probably favorite thing to do after kissing Gun - worshiping his thighs. Each centimeter of the soft skin gets attention - kisses, nibbles, licks - first or one thigh and then the other, and Tinn honestly gets lightheaded in the process - like a mere mortal tasting aphrodisiac. Gun’s softly pleading voice, his body reacting to each touch - Tinn could swear he is barely conscious at this point as he feels it all with his heated skin.
“Tinn…” Gun pleads out loud, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa to the point his knuckles are turning white. “Tinn… please…” he whimpers and Tinn looks up fully determined to tease him but all that falls from his lips is the most pathetic ‘oh my god’. Gun’s cheeks are flushed in the prettiest shade of pink, lips parted, his torso covered in blooming red marks from Tinn’s previous doings, each muscle tensed, and his eyes… Good heavens, his eyes were a mix between complete surrender to whatever Tinn is doing and the usually fiery fight always present with Gun. No painting could ever depict the beautiful mix of emotions in those eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” Tinn almost feels like he could cry at this very moment. He puts Gun’s legs down from his shoulders and moves forward, Gun’s arms already welcoming him, lips waiting for a kiss that was seemingly deprived of them for far too long. It’s nearly desperate, pleading for more and Tinn is ready to give his all to Gun at any moment. He’d put his very life on stake for the man in his arms, give all of his timely possessions and his immortal soul just for him - without no questions asked.
Both of them whimper, their lips parting, but this time it’s even more worth it. Tinn returns to his favorite place between Gun’s thighs, his knees resting on Tinn’s shoulders, and pulls him forward just a little bit, giving himself plenty of access. A generous amount of lube pours in hand, warming it up over his fingers and not missing the chance to leave more marks on Gun’s inner thighs.
A shiver, more prominent than any before, shakes Gun up when Tinn swirls his lubed finger around, teasing (even though he was near the state of completely losing it) and it’s a sure sign to proceed. “Remember to relax,” Tinn whispers in a deep voice and the groan from Gun tells him all he needs to know. Simultaneously pushing the first finger in, Tinn begins laying open-mouth kisses up and down Gun’s shaft, his tongue teasing the head at any given chance.
“Do you even know that you are driving me insane,” he murmurs against Gun’s hip. “I might lose my mind,” he continues as he leaves a new mark on the v-line, moving another finger in. There’s a hiss he doesn’t enjoy and he immediately moves up to check on Gun.
“I’m alright. But I won’t be if you stop,” Gun speaks even before Tinn can ask him anything. His eyes have lost the soft pleading look from earlier - now they are purely demanding - and Tinn can’t keep eye contact for long if he didn’t want to lose his mind.
Extra lube is added and Tinn puts all of his focus on his fingers. It’s a lewd form of hypnosis that brings him to a level of trance, where all he does is automatic - adding the third one, remembering where and how to angle them to get Gun arching from the sofa with a soundless scream. He keeps hitting the same spot again and again, mesmerized by the way Gun’s body is moving in a visual plea for more, how Gun’s voice bounces around the walls like a perfect symphony. The more he focuses on every detail of his boyfriend the clearer it becomes he can’t wait any longer himself.
Tinn places a final kiss on Gun’s thigh and withdraws his fingers. Only as he stands up he feels the strain his knees have been under this entire time but every moment is worth it as worshiping every centimeter of Gun is far more important than Tinn’s knees. He frantically takes his pants off, just like with his knees only now feeling the strain he has been under this entire time. It’s almost too much to just roll the condom on, especially with Gun looking up at him with the most lustful eyes he has ever seen on him.
“Wait..” Gun breathes out and Tinn freezes on the spot. “Sit down,” he instructs as he sits up more himself and even if he’s doubtful, Tinn obliges and sits down next to Gun. In less than ten seconds Gun is straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders and lips on his. The kiss is messy, breathless and just lust at this point, but Tinn might even like it more this way. His hands settle on Gun’s sides and he feels like he has lost the control he had at least partially held for the most time as Gun attacks his neck, collarbone, and chest with his mouth.
Everything about Gun has consumed Tinn - from his hair tickling Tinn’s skin as he leaves kisses on his skin, the very kisses themselves, the scent of his (or rather Tinn’s) shampoo mixing with his scent, his weight on Tinn’s lap, hands roaming his body, the little sounds he is making. It’s nothing less than surprising that Tinn is still even able to function. While nearly all of his senses are bombarded and overstimulated, only his eyes safe as he has closed them to let everything else wash over him, Gun uses his chance to gain even more control of the moment. Tinn can’t even say or do a thing, just open his eyes in shock when Gun’s hand wraps around his cock and he guides it, slowly sinking down on it.
There’s a bit of a grimace on his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed as he takes all of Tinn, but there is no way for Tinn to stop him. “Slowly. Take it slow, Gun,” Tinn caresses Gun’s thighs, trying his best to focus on Gun’s comfort rather than his own pleasure and it turns out to be the hardest task today. He feels his thighs shake in need to move, breathing speeding up, vision wavering.
“Take your time,” Tinn breathes out, his voice breaking mid-sentence, his last surviving brain cell already gone. Gun’s breathing calms down, his hands settling on Tinn’s shoulders, eyes opening and the moment he looks directly at Tinn, the latter loses all remains of sanity.
The look on Gun’s face is feral, demanding, and determined and the word ‘fire’ can no longer describe it well enough. His bangs are starting to get damp and stick to his forehead, his lips red from all of their shared kisses and he has probably never looked hotter in Tinn’s eyes. And to think he has this view for himself, that it’s something only he is blessed to see is hard to wrap his head around.
Painfully slowly, Gun begins to move in his own rhythm, somehow finding another way to take complete control over Tinn and his senses. It’s as if Gun is another part of Tinn - not only as a soulmate but physically, and has escaped him just to completely take over. And Tinn is willing to give him everything. He supports his movements with his hands to the best of his ability, even though he can barely control himself at this point, everything malfunctioning and boiling up on the inside. ‘This can’t get any better’ is a thoroughly sinful thought slipping through his mind, asking to be proven wrong.
The final rays of the setting sun break through the multi-story homes and shine right through the window, hitting Gun like he’s a descendant of heaven himself. His skin is glistening with a thin layer of sweat, each of the marks Tinn left standing out even more. His head’s fallen back, neck graciously exposed, as the most shameless sounds, curses and praises fall from his sinfully pink lips. His grip on Tinn’s shoulders is painful, blunt nails digging into Tinn’s skin, but couldn’t matter any less. Even his reflection in the dark TV screen right in front of them is worthy of insanity, giving Tinn a chance to see himself moving in and out of his lover. This is too good, too much, for everything to be a dream of any kind.
There’s not a single thought left in Tinn’s head. It’s just Gun. Gun. Gun. Gun. Gun. And as he chants the name in his head his mouth chants it out loud, the man in his lap moving faster and Tinn’s mind can’t register it all or even keep up. His hands grab onto Gun’s ass, fingers sinking into heated flesh, and his eyes hungrily take in how Gun is as lost in the moment as Tinn. Tinn pulls Gun closer, kissing him with almost desperation, both of them equally existing only at this moment and wanting nothing more but to stay in it.
The kiss is short-lived, both of them breathless, foreheads resting together. Gun takes one hand off Tinn’s shoulder, frantically reaching for his dick, but Tinn beats him to it. The most glorious sound falls from Gun’s lips when Tinn’s hand helps his climax. Everything about him at that moment is beyond words - the soundless scream on his lips, how his body shivers, how his eyes are wide open and watery - it’s instantly engraved in Tinn’s memory till his last breath. As Gun slumps forward, his body drained of all energy and beyond sensitive, Tinn uses his last remaining strength to thrust up, his climax following shortly after, his vision spotty and breath caught in his lungs.
Time stops existing for a moment. It’s just the two of them in each other's arms, catching their breath, the last warmth of the sun pouring over them. This is definitely what heaven feels like - nothing else but Gun and the two of them melted together. Tinn runs his fingers through Gun’s hair, absentmindedly leaving kisses on his forehead as Gun rests his head on Tinn’s shoulder, his fingers drawing mindless patterns on Tinn’s arm. There’s calming silence wrapping around them, everything feels exactly as it should.
“Shower?” Tinn murmurs against Gun’s forehead and there’s a nod of agreement, yet they both remain where they are, seemingly unable to move. Tinn takes the initiative, firstly moving Gun just enough to slip out of him, both of them groaning. He follows up by gathering Gun more into his arms and sitting up. “Legs around me,” he instructs softly and Gun obliges with a small, tired whine. There’s a silent prayer he has as much strength left as he thinks when Tinn moves to the edge of the sofa and stands up, Gun still in his arms. Luckily his calculations are correct.
“Ain’t my boyfie strong,” Gun grins against the curve of Tinn’s neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin.
“If you won’t stop we will both end up on the floor,” Tinn half moans and walks to the bathroom before either his arms, legs, or self-control gives out, the little devil in his arms not stopping one bit.
The shower takes longer than planned, even if they take it together to ‘save water’ as Gun claims. Tinn is sure they might have used more water instead, but is it worth it? Absolutely. Everything regarding Gun is worth it.
The city behind the window has sunk into deep twilight, amber colored light of the lamp on the nightstand at Gun’s side being the only source of light in the room. There’s this perfect silence around them again, Gun laying peacefully on Tinn’s chest, both of them doodling invisible patterns on any exposed skin they can get their hands off.
“Can I ruin the moment?” Gun asks looking up at Tinn.
“You’d never ruin the moment,” Tinn smiles even though he knows what Gun will ask about. It is an unspoken rule for them - to talk everything out, even if it is uncomfortable and awkward at the moment.
Gun sits up, resting on his elbow, and locks his eyes with Tinn, well knowing that now he won’t be able to avoid the answer. “Do you really think I should take the internship in America?” he asks as seriously as he can.
“No,” Tinn replies almost before the question is done and there is a short moment of silence.
“Okay,” Gun nods. “I didn’t want to go anyway, so I’m glad we are on the same page.” he smiles and presses a kiss on Tinn’s forehead and lays down next to him.
“You won’t ask why?”
“Do you want to tell me?” Gun turns his head and meets Tinn’s eyes already looking at him.
“One reason is that I can’t imagine being so far away from you I couldn’t help with anything if it was necessary. That we’d be so far apart it’d take days to get to you and hold you. The other…” He starts the sentence but stops himself. “The other reason I will tell you some other time, okay?”
“Sure. Whenever you are ready. I will not pressure you,” Gun smiles the warmest, most loving smile that makes Tinn’s heart flutter in his chest. He rolls on top of Gun, holding his weight on his elbows, and gently kisses the man beneath him. Gun’s hands rest on the small of Tinn’s back as they share the most tender kiss today, rubbing their noses together as they pull apart. Even after all they’ve done today such soft affection is too much for Tinn to take and he hides his face against Gun’s shoulder.
“You just can’t be any cuter,” Gun laughs, and his right hand pats the back of Tinn’s head. There’s silence again, Gun breaking it again. “I love you,” he whispers right into Tinn’s ear, his voice low but soft. Tinn instantly shoots up, staring at Gun with wide eyes.
“It’s like when you first said it to me,” he murmurs, his expression probably hilarious as Gun can barely control his smile.
“It’s not. You haven’t said it back yet,” Gun smiles and it’s contagious, making Tinn smile too.
“I love you,” Tinn says and places a kiss on Gun’s forehead, then the tip of his nose, each cheek, both beauty marks, his chin, his lips, and then countless small ones on his neck. “I love you so much,” he mumbles against Gun’s shoulder and the latter hugs him as close as it’s physically possible.
‘This can’t be a dream. This is a thousand times better than any dream could ever be,’ is the last thought that floats around Tinn’s overwhelmed mind before he falls asleep, Gun’s heartbeat serving as the perfect lullaby.