Can stared at Tin’s head and wondered how he ever had found that stupid stupidhead attractive. He was ugly… maybe not in the common sense ugly, because he had this stupid face, which was stupidly handsome but he was ugly. Because…
“Why are you staring at me?” Tin asked but didn’t look up from his laptop.
Can thought about throwing his phone at Tin’s face, but he really liked that phone.
But he also kinda hated that phone because it had shown him the TinPete hashtag and how it was trending, because Tin and his stupid face had learned on a bench outside of the IC building instead of inside like any normal person.
Can frowned at the picture his sister had attached to one of her tweets. Pete was looking over Tin’s shoulder to see the display of Tin’s laptop. It was an innocent picture. They didn’t even really touch. They were just close.
Can hated it.
‘They would make such cute boyfriends’ one of Lay’s friends had commented unter her tweet and he wanted to shout at her that HE was the cute boyfriend… which he was not come to think of it.
They dated. And kissed. And Tin’s hand had been on places of Can’s body only his own hand ever had been. Which Can liked a lot. Tin had nice hands, they were big and warm and…
Stop thinking about his hands!, he scolded himself. He was mad! He was mad because some dumb girls thought Tin was the perfect match for Pete! Pete!
He should sent screenshots to Ae.
“You are still staring.” “Am I not allowed to look at…” at my boyfriend he wanted to say… but they were not. Not officially.
How would one make the change from dating each other to being official boyfriends? Should he just ask? Or did they just transition naturally to a point where they start to call each other boyfriends? He could google it right?
“What happened?”
Can startled because Tin flopped next to him on the sofa without announcing himself and he hid his phone instinctively.
Tin looked at him and Can knew that he was going to snap that phone from his hands, so he twisted sideways to prevent Tin from doing so.
“Can,” Tin said while looming over him, “what is on your damn phone?”
“Nothing!”
“You stare at it, then you stare at me and those are not nice stares.”
“How would you know? Maybe I am being seductive?”
“I know your seductive face, it is very similar to your feed me face.” “Hey!” He had to twist away again because Tin was so damn tall and why had he never realized that his arms were also freakishly long? Can turned around to lay on his belly hiding his phone between his body and the couch.
He felt Tin’s sigh against his neck and tried to suppress a shiver.
“Can,” he said in an exasperated tone but Can shook his head. “Not showing you.”
“Can,” he said again, but softer this time, just a whisper against his skin. Can turned around and stared at Tin who frowned in light of Can’s serious face.
“What happened?”, he asked, ready to conquer all of Can’s enemies. It was funny that he was always ready to fight those non-existing threats but wouldn’t let Can punch his brother.
“Be my boyfriend,” he said, because he wanted to. He wanted to be Tin’s boyfriend. He wanted to change his facebook site, and he wanted to comment on those stupid tweets that Tin already had an adorable boyfriend, thank you very much (and no offense Pete).
And he wanted to see that look on Tin’s face everytime he said boyfriend.
Can took hold of Tin’s face to caress the skin around his mouth and eyes and marvel in the soft and astonished look in his eyes.
“Be my boyfriend,” he repeated himself and smiled at Tin’s huff because he used his hold on Tin’s face to make him nod.
“This is a binding nod,” he said.
“My boyfriend is very cute, but also an idiot,” Tin said and Can had to grin.
(I am LIVING for Thai Program Boys who clean up well as an HC.)
Can paused his game as his ringtone for Tin started coming in over the soundtrack.
“Oi Ai Tin! I’m on a roll here! Why are you interrupting me?!”
“I’m glad to know that you can spare a moment after a week alone to talk to your boyfriend, Cantaloupe.”
Can pouted despite how Tin couldn’t see it anyway. “Can is sorry Ai Tin.”
Tin chuckled. “Are you busy tomorrow night, Cantaloupe?”
“Nope.”
“Have you been good this week?”
Can rolled his eyes. “I’m only bad if it’s you.” Tin coughed and Can laughed. “Are you asking if you should reward me?”
“Should I?”
“There’s no more reason to try and buy me, Ai Tin. I’m already yours.”
Can could feel Tin’s smugness oozing from the phone in his hand. “Well… I do like to spoil you Cantaloupe. How about dinner tomorrow?”
“Ooo… Hotpot?”
“More like French cuisine.”
“What?”
“I’ll pick you up at 7. Dress formally.”
The moment Tin hung up, Can stared at his phone for several minutes before shouting, “AI LEY! I THINK I HAVE AN EMERGENCY!” —— Tin arrived at 7 PM on the dot. Ley answered the door, took one look at him, and started twirling her hair around her finger and giggling.
“P’Tin… You look so handsome today…” Tin only shrugged. His shoulders looked incredibly broad in the dark navy dress shirt, accented by the silver in his tie. The crease in his black dress pants was sharp and Ley knew Tin was dating her brother, but she’d have to be blind to not notice how well they cupped his behind.
Her brother always did have all the luck.
“P’Can should be ready soon. I’ll go… get him to hurry.”
When Can walked down the stairs, Tin was wondering if he was at the right house.
Instead of his usual hairstyle, Can had messed it up with some product, making him look rakishly handsome and a bit devious with his smile. His black suit jacket fit him perfectly, coming to his narrow waist. The slim cut of his pants made Can look taller.
Tin hoped his pants did not display his arousal.
Can offered Tin a nervous smile. “How do I look?”
Tin pulled him close and whispered into Can’s ear. “I might not make it with you to the restaurant.” Mindful of the fact that Ley was still watching, Tin only kissed Can’s cheek. “I want to eat you instead.”
Can shivered. “Well… I guess I got it right then, huh?”
“I’m going to enjoy tonight,” Tin said out loud before whispering in Can’s ear again. “And I’m going to enjoy peeling you out of that suit.”
(ANON, WHAT IF BEACH + BOARDWALK AMUSEMENT PARK?!)
The sun shined brightly, but Can’s smile was brighter as Tin pulled into a parking spot in Pattaya by the beach. The drive had taken them a few hours. Can relished the chance to stretch his legs and take in the sight of golden sand and a busy boardwalk with roller coasters in the distance.
Can was going to drag Tin onto one if it was the last thing he did.
Can watched as Tin stepped out from the driver side, ridiculously expensive but chic sunglasses on, linen shorts and and a fitted t-shirt. Even in casual clothes, Tin looked amazing.
“Beach first or boardwalk,” Tin asked with a knowing smile on his face.
“BOARDWALK!” —– Can’s grip was steady as he dragged Tin around the amusement park area of the boardwalk. Can had several skewers of different meats and flavors in his other hand and Tin was already laden with bags of other food stuffs Can was eager to try.
Although the boardwalk games were a scam, Can was surprisingly proficient at them. Can won several prizes and ended up giving them away to younger kids floating about. One was bestowed upon Tin. It was a small dog plushie and Can named it Prada and called it Gucci’s brother.
Tin loved it shamelessly.
They sat on a bench, surveying what remained of the boardwalk area, eating the feast they had procured before Can overheard the roar of the roller coasters again. He looked up at Tin with pleading eyes. Tin only rolled his.
“If you puke after eating all this and going on that, you’re walking home.” —– After the high of the roller coasters, thankfully without vomit, Tin dragged Can to the beach. Tin flashed a card at the attendants at the entrance and suddenly they were dragged to a private section of the beach with full service bar and kitchen, ridiculously soft lounge chairs and fluffy towels, and soft upbeat music pipped in through speakers.
Tin laid himself out after spreading some sunscreen and opening the umbrella. Cold drinks were immediately lined up on the table next to him. Can changed into his swim shorts and ran for the water.
After spending time in the sun on the boardwalk, the cold water was a sharp contrast. But absolutely welcome.
Carrying a handful of cold ocean water in his cupped palms, Can poured it over Tin’s chest, causing him to sputter and drop the drink in his hand. Can was chased back into the water before Tin picked him up by the waist and threw him in further.
Can emerged with a laugh and Tin kissed the ocean salt tinged smile on his face. —– After the sun set and after changing into fresh clothes, Tin brought Can to the restaurant on the beach. A full spread of things Can liked to eat was laid out in soft candlelight. With both of them just old enough to drink, Tin ordered a sweeter wine (Can’s preference, not his) to go with dinner.
Can recounted his favorite parts of the day and Tin listened with a soft and indulgent smile on his face.
“Ai Tin, why bring me here today?” Can asked. “I loved it but… Isn’t it too much?”
Tin laughed. “Don’t you know what day it is today?”
“Saturday?”
“It’s our anniversary, Cantaloupe. Happy one year together.”
“SHIT AI TIN! WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME! I HAD A PRESENT AND EVERYTHING!”
Tin watched Can rant and waited for him to stop to breathe. “You’re the only present I need.”
Can scrunched up his face. “You stole that line from Ai Ae, didn’t you?”
Tin threw his napkin at Can who started laughing again.
1. Rosehip tea: Which book did you love when you were younger?
Ooooh hey french compatriot!!!! Les trilogies de Pierre Bottero!! Ewilan et Ellana et L’Autre????? They shaped my mind istg ❤
18. Pu-erh tea: What is a book you can recommend to others?
Anything written by Isabel Allende tbh, woman has a way with words and imagery?? I have a little preference for City of Beasts and the two following books, but her adult stuff is awesome too ❤👌👌
Thank you so much for the prompt. Imma going to flood the tag with happy fluff just wait and see!!
TinCan Ficlet
Can had to poop. Even though P’Type had told him that those weird feelings in his stomach were most likely butterflies, he still had to poop. But first. First he had to do this.
His hands were sweaty. Why were they sweaty?
“Why can’t I just sent a text?”, he asked and tried to rub his hands dry on his shorts. P’Type had said he wasn’t allowed to send a text. P’Type had a lot to say about the topic of dating. After a while Can had zoned out, but he had gotten the gist of it. He had to ask in person and had to accept every answer that was given to him.
Up until now Can had never thought that Tin could say no. He was pretty blunt about his feelings for Can. Just yesterday he had sent a ridiculous amount of selfies to ensure that Can would be dreaming of him.
He hadn’t dreamed of anything, just for the record.
The message to meet him after his afternoon class had ended had been easy, Can thought. Tin wouldn’t say no, right?
Can started to walk back and forth with the entrance of the IC building in his field of vision. A few students were passing the door and his heart actually skipped a beat the moment he saw Tin’s ’s tall form among them. Tin raised his eyebrow and a little smile appeared. It was this weird mixture of softness and arrogance that raised Can’s hackles and made him want to make Tin smile more. The stupid butterflies in his stomach went into overdrive.
“What do you want to talk about?”, Tin asked, walked straight into Can’s space and wiped some imaginary dust off Can’s shirt.
It was really hot? Why was it so hot?
Can took a step back so he was able to breath and looked around. Some students stood in groups together and chatted and he really didn’t want an audience for his question.
He grabbed Tin’s hand and dragged him between the cars to have some privacy. He had planned to let go of Tin’s hand he really had, but he couldn’t, so he stared at his fingers around Tin’s wrist and took a deep breath.
But what if Tin really said no? What if he said no and Can had to avoid him all the time and then he had to avoid Pete too, because Tin and Pete were friends and if he avoided Pete he would also avoid Ae, because they were joined by the hips and then he could no longer play football with Ae and he had to quit the football team and would lose all his other friends and his grades would get worse and they would kick him out and his mum would kill him and…
Tin placed his free hand on Can’s head and tilted his head until he looked up at Tin.
“Are you thinking stupid thoughts again?”
Can frowned.
“Hey!”
“What is it you want to talk about? Are you hungry? You need a ride?”
“No… I mean, yes I could eat, but this is not about food.” Tin raised his eyebrow again in this presumptuous way that made Can furious most of the time. But this time, with Tin’s hand on his hair, his wrist in Can’s hand he could only think about how Tin’s lip felt against his cheek, how the warmth spread through his whole body, how his visual field narrowed down to Tin’s ear, which was weird but also kinda exciting and…
“I want to try this,” he said in one breath and actually felt how still Tin got.
“You want to try what?” “Dating,” Can mumbled but took a deep breath and repeated himself louder: “Dating. I… I am not sure if I can, if we can be boyfriends right now but I want to date… to see… if we could be… you know… boyfriends.”
Tin took his hand back from Can’s head and fear made Can hold onto his other hand tighter. But Tin didn’t pull away, he just blinked at Can and blinked and blinked.
This didn’t look like a no… he was not saying no.
“Are you speechless?”
Tin kinda stumbled against the car behind him and Can had to follow or let is hand go. Suddenly he was being hugged and he had no idea how that happened.
“I made you speechless,” he crowed into Tin’s shoulder and could swear Tin said ‘You idiot’. But he said it very fondly so Can let that slide.
“So… we are dating now right?”
“Yes,” Tin said and Can felt his lips against his cheek.
I AM EMOTIONS !!!!!!! Yeeeeeees! I love this ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌
ANON, YOU CRACK ME UP THIS MORNING. You are so so soooooo right. Our poor Ai Khoon Chais not having enough sleep cause their baes are asking for more sexy times. I guess that’s the reason why Ae and Can are in the soccer team, yeah? I bet P’ No will be puzzled too on why his best players seems to be listless and not having much energy recently. It takes a while for the team captain to catch on.
Pete sat down and felt the soreness in his lower back magnify. Pete really enjoyed the nights Ae slept over, really really enjoyed to be honest. But Pete was slowly realizing that he’d have to learn how to tell Ae, “No.”
They had done it no less than 5 times last night.
Ae blamed Pete for being too cute. Pete blamed Ae for being turned on whenever he breathed in the same direction, but it wasn’t as if he was entirely innocent either, so Pete kept most of his complaints to himself.
Pete sipped on his iced coffee with lots of milk and sugar, hoping the caffeine would kick in before their professor arrived. Tin walked in with a larger cup of iced coffee, darker and blacker than their uniform pants, and the bags under his eyes were nearly as dark. Concern gave Pete enough energy to ask what was wrong.
“Ai Can,” Tin said. “He’s too… enthusiastic.”
Pete blinked and after a moment of his neurons remembering how to fire, he spoke up. “A-are you saying that Ai Can-”
“He kept me awake until 3 AM,” Tin said with a disgusted sigh. “We had sex until he fell asleep.” Tin chugged his iced coffee until half was left in the cup. “My dick feels like it’s going to fall off.” Pete sympathized to a degree and he was happy he did or he’d be mortified over Tin talking about sex with Can so casually. Tin took a glance at Pete and snorted. “Is your Thai Program boy keeping you up at night too?”
Pete, in a move that surprised Tin, laid his upper body out on the desk in front of him. “I’m lucky I can walk this morning. Ae kept on telling me I’m so cute… And then we… And I… But then he…” Pete groaned. “He’s too enthusiastic too.”
Tin popped open the lid of Pete’s coffee cup and took a sniff. Tin’s face became pinched in disgust. He then poured a dash of his coffee into Pete’s. “You need actual coffee Ai Pete, not milk and sugar with the idea of coffee in it.”
“Bitter medicine,” Pete said with a nod as he took back his cup.
“For our very sweet boys,” Tin added.
They tapped their cups together and chugged the rest just in time for the professor to appear. —– “Oi, what’s wrong with both of you?!” Techno shouted as Ae and Can nearly fell over during drills for the third time that morning. “Didn’t you both sleep at all?”
Ae kicked a ball towards Can, but over compensated for his lack of energy and sent the ball sailing over Can’s head. Can had been staring at the same spot for the last 10 min. He didn’t notice a thing.
“Gosh, you’ve both been like this for the past few weeks! You don’t even have any exams!” Techno continued ranting but Ae and Can failed to pay attention. “Come on! Why are you guys like this? Are you sick?”
Type came over and pushed Can and Ae to the bleachers. “Alright, that’s enough out of both of you. You need to learn some restraint.”
“Restraint?! Ai Type, they’re barely doing anything!”
“Ai No, not restraint here. Their personal lives.” Type gave both Ae and Can noogies. Both reacted with indignant yelps. Ae glared but held his tongue. Can did no such thing.
“AI TYPE! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEAN!?” Can pouted and stomped his foot. “I’m telling Ai Tin you were mean to me!”
“And why should I be afraid of your boyfriend? I’m sure he’s just as tired as you are,” Type said as he continued pushing them. “He probably can’t even lift a finger to sue me, much less defend your honor.”
Can furrowed his brow and shot Type another look, but Ae elbowed him before he could say anything else. “Sorry P’Type,” Ae said before yawning. “We’ll do better tomorrow.”
“I should hope so. Your boyfriends probably won’t want to see you until the day after anyway.”
“Ai Type! What’s going on with them?!”
“Listen to your P’, N’Ae and N’Can,” Type said as he made them sit on the bench. “I know you’re enjoying yourselves plenty with the guys you love, but don’t keep overdoing it.” Ae and Can gave Type the kind of long suffering look children give their parents when being lectured. “You’re all suffering long term for the short term. There are plenty of nights for that okay?”
Can said nothing because he had already passed out. Ae was swaying in his seat. It wouldn’t be long before he fell over too. Type sighed.
Y’all ever not really ship a couple from a fandom, but then a blog you follow is crazy for them and you get dragged under until you’re trash for that ship too?
The Last Good Bar 
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