(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.
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.
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The Last Good Bar 