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With a landslide victory over the engineering team, the sports science players celebrate on the field in high spirits, clapping each other on the back. Kengkla lingers near the locker rooms underneath the bleachers, smiling good-naturedly as he offers encouraging words to the engineers as they walk past.
“At least try not to look so suspicious,” Technic mutters under his breath at his side while Kengkla bows to another player who smiles back approvingly.
“I am being genuine,” Kengkla replies, glancing back at his friend with a grin. “I’m happy because P’No’s team won.”
Technic rolls his eyes. “Right,” He sighs heavily and reaches out to grab Kengkla’s shoulder. “Are you happy now? Get what you wanted from my stupid brother?” He asks, looking at Kengkla who turns away from him when the remainder of the team passes.
The two stop chatting to bow and greet the rest of the team, and it’s only when the line stops that Kengkla turns to him with a satisfied grin. “He’s mine now,” He answers, eyes narrowed and voice heavy with sincerity. “That’s all you need to know.”
Technic closes his eyes tightly and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dammit, Ai Kla. I never should’ve left you alone with P’No,” He groans, and Kengkla offers him a heated glare.
“I gave you what you wanted,” He says slowly, raising his brows. “And you said it was a deal.” Kengkla’s voice is calm, but the image of Techno that floods his memory burns through him like fire.
It’s only been a week, but he hasn’t seen Techno since that night. The elder ran out of his own house after Kengkla gave him a little convincing that morning, and with no confirmation from Techno about their relationship, it’s been eating at Kengkla.
He notes Technic’s amused expression and frowns. “If P’No's yours, then why did you need me to bring you? Wouldn’t he want his boyfriend to come alone?” His friend inquires.
Just as Kengkla is about to retort, he sees the sports science team walking through the entrance. Happy chatter and loud cheers fill the hallway, as it would after any victory, and Kengkla waits.
His expression must be blatantly obvious because Technic jostles him and mutters, “What are you up to now?”
But then Techno walks through the entrance and looks where he and Technic are standing. They stare at each other for a brief moment before Techno tears his gaze away and turns to his teammates. Kengkla watches Techno say something to the juniors before rushing toward the washroom on the far end of the hallway.
The tall, muscular teammate watches Techno retreating with concern all over his face, and for a moment, Kengkla feels a moment of panic until a junior suddenly exclaims something to draw his attention elsewhere.
As Techno disappears into the restroom, Kengkla thinks back to the match. He knew Techno must’ve felt his presence. He acted as the supportive junior, cheering for his senior and clapping for the team. But Techno refused to meet his gaze. There was no doubt it affected his performance, but he knew his future wife was an excellent player.
But he must be feeling especially anxious now, and if Kengkla were a better person, he’d leave Techno to celebrate with his teammates. But seeing as he’s never been one for missed opportunities-
“I’ll be back, Ai Nic,” Kengkla says, giving a brief wave as he moves to follow Techno.
A hand on his shirt stops him. Kengkla turns back to glare at Technic and is surprised to see his friend frowning, voice heavy with meaning when he says, “Don’t take too long, Ai Kla. We need to leave soon.” Kengkla narrows his eyes and grabs Technic’s wrist, pulling the other’s hand off his shirt with a shove. Then Kengkla rushes down the hall.
When he walks through the bathroom door, he sees Techno splashing water over his face. Kengkla strides toward him, glancing around and wrinkling his nose in distaste. It’s clearly doesn’t get cleaned often, and the light is dim, flickering every so often. There’s a better set of toilets closer to the change rooms, so it’s doubtful anyone would come to this one.
Techno turns around at Kengkla’s approach, alarm rolling off him in waves. “Oh, Ai Kla, I t-think I saw Ai Nic out in the hallway,” He says with a fake smile and moves toward the door. But Kengkla catches his wrist, tugging him back, and it’s clear Techno was not expecting it. He stumbles back, brow drawn in confusion as he finds himself face to face with a hungry wolf.
Kengkla notes, with a measure of delight, that Techno’s skin practically shines with sweat, and though it would normally be revolting, Kengkla finds himself practically drooling. Techno stares at him with wide eyes. There’s a tense pout to his lips, replacing Techno’s usual smile.
“Ai Kla, what are—what’s going on?” It’s obvious their previous encounter must be weighing on Techno’s mind by the tone of his voice. It’s not a surprise really, but it was a hurdle he has to overcome. How confusing this must be for poor Techno, Kengkla thinks. If he’s a little smug about it, well, that’s not his fault. After all these years, Techno was a high shelf Kengkla couldn’t quite reach.
(He knows deep down that Techno may find out the truth, but he sees it as a possible future setback. Of course, he plans to make the Techno fall for him so deeply by then. There’s no way he could stay away. Kengkla won’t let him anyway.)
For a long moment, Kengkla doesn’t answer and stares at Techno. It’s the first time they’ve been so close since that night, and he can see the discomfort in Techno’s face.
“You did great out there,” Kengkla praises. He slides his hand up Techno’s forearm, and he feels the other jolt. “The team won thanks to you. You’re an amazing captain, P’No.”
For all he does that makes Techno uncomfortable, Kengkla knows which buttons to press to make him happy. He knows more than anyone that Techno feels inadequate as a captain. Technic has kept him plenty up to date.
But the captain doesn’t react. Just drops his gaze to where Kengkla grips his arm, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, t-thanks, but it’s really a team effort,” He stutters.
Kengkla pushes Techno back gently and feels a tiny thrill up his spine as the other stumbles back a step. “Ai Kla, I need to go back—” Techno starts, but Kengkla nudges him until he’s up against the tiled wall. He catches realization in Techno’s eyes, the way his hands move to the wall behind him, and Kengkla’s heart is thudding with excitement.
“Uh, they’re going to be looking for me. I mean—I think it’s best if we catch up some other time,” Techno pleads quietly, looking at the door, and Kengkla is only a little surprised he’s not trying harder to move away.
Kengkla leans one arm against the wall, crowding Techno in as he brushes the back of his other hand down Techno’s cheek. He can sense Techno shifting uncomfortably, and he catches Techno’s jaw and turns it. The moment their eyes lock, Techno freezes and his face twists into something reminiscent of that morning.
“Your boyfriend just wants to congratulate you,” Kengkla says with a grin as he leans in closer.
Techno’s eyes widen and points at his chest. “B-boyfiend?” He repeats back to Kengkla.
Kengkla nods. “Didn’t you say you would take responsibility, P’No?” He replies, his voice dejected as he bites his lip to play the part. Techno shakes his head. “Um, uh, did I say that?” Techno laughs awkwardly like he can’t find the right words.
It hardly matters what he says. Kengkla intends to take what he wants. “I knew you would, P,” He whispers and leans in closer, keeping his eyes open to watch for any reaction as he plants a chaste kiss to Techno’s lips.
The other tenses up, but he stays silent. That’s close enough to the answer Kengkla wants as he’ll ever get. His tongue slides against Techno’s lips, and he whimpers without thinking, pleading with the other to open his mouth.
But when Techno doesn’t, Kengkla changes tack almost immediately and grabs the other’s shorts, yanking them down roughly. “What, Ai Kla?” Techno gasps into his mouth.
Kengkla has to force back his laughter, pulling away from the kiss. Techno is flushed deeply, reaching to pull his shorts back up, but Kengkla stops him with a hand on his wrist. “P’No, please let me reward you for playing such a good game,” Kengkla whines, reaching out to grip Techno’s cock through his boxers hesitantly. He’s using all his self-control to avoid frightening the other, so it practically kills him to pull it through Techno’s underwear so slowly.
A jolt of delight runs through him when it jumps, and Techno tries to shrink against the wall. He ducks his head, cheeks now painted a brilliant red, and Kengkla has to stop looking before he jumps Techno right now.
Instead, he presses his lips to Techno’s neck, softly licking and teasing at the skin, and he can’t suppress the soft groan that escapes his lips at the taste. “I promise you I’ll satisfy you,” He says, words muffled at Techno’s neck.
He begins to stroke Techno gently, a touch meant to tease rather than satisfy. It only takes a few moments of kissing his neck and stroking his cock for Techno to relinquish his control. His neck tips back against the wall, and Kengkla glances up to see Techno close his eyes, lips parted slightly.
It only encourages Kengkla more, and he reaches up with his free hand to rip Techno’s jacket to the side and tug his shirt down to expose his neck. He bites at the skin there until he's satisfied with the mark. Then he begins to lick up the sweat pooling on his chest as he breathes in the natural scent of Techno with a grin.
Suddenly, he can feel a dribble of precum leak from the slit at on his fingers, and Kengkla thumbs over it, smearing the wetness down Techno’s length. When he lifts his hand to Techno’s mouth, dragging a thumb across his lips, Techno’s face pulls into a slight twist of shock.
But he doesn’t resist when Kengkla pushes his thumb into his mouth, jaw slack enough for Kengkla to slip behind his teeth and press against his slick tongue. He looks wonderful like this, Kengkla thinks, as Techno's tongue laps at his finger.
As Techno obeys every silent command, Kengkla feels daring, so he slips out his thumb and sticks two fingers into his mouth. Techno’s eyes snap open almost immediately. But when Kengkla leans in and whines, “P, No,” he begins sucking and laving his tongue around Kengkla’s fingers, closing his eyes tightly.
He enjoys the sensation of Techno licking around his fingers for a few minutes, rubbing around the softness of his mouth before he draws them out. A string of saliva hangs between his fingers and Techno’s shiny lips. It’s obscene, and Kengkla can’t help but stare. He grabs hold of Techno’s dick again, this time stroking harder and faster than before.
Techno gasps, lurching forward and clutching at Kengkla’s shirt. Stepping away from the wall, he presses his forehead on Kengkla’s shoulder, and Kengkla can feel himself grin. He whispers, "Do you like it, P’No?" into his ear, but he receives no answer, just soft pants at his neck
Techno’s fingers in his shirt are twisting distractedly as he curls forward. It's probably more intense than Techno is used to from his own hand, Kengkla muses, but he doesn’t slow. He can’t stop grinning, trying to commit to memory every noise and movement Techno makes.
Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't notice Techno’s grip tightening, and Kengkla only has a second before he’s being pulled forward. With his free hand, he reaches between Techno and the wall to wrap his arm around other’s shoulder, holding him up.
When Techno tips his head back, his lips are wet and eyes hooded as he tries to regain control. He looks like a mess, and it sends arousal shooting down to Kengkla’s groin. On that note, he quickens his pace, stroking Techno’s length in hand until he hears a whimper. Techno must be close now, Kengkla thinks with satisfaction. He remembers from that night how Techno got louder until he was sobbing.
Kengkla halts his ministrations, smugly enjoying the noise of desperation Techno lets out. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asks, running a finger up Techno’s cock, and Techno lets out a sharp inhale as he opens his eyes. As their gazes meet, Kengkla notes the pleading yet confused look in Techno’s eyes. It awakens a wicked idea in Kengkla’s mind.
As he leans in to press a chaste kiss against plump lips, he inches his hand down, gliding over Techno’s soft balls that has the elder swallowing hard. Then his fingers brush over Techno’s hole, pressing in slightly, but Techno jerks violently. His hands come up instantly to push Kengkla back. “Ai Kla, don’t-!” Techno’s voice is high and anxious, and he pushes harder against Kengkla who acts as a wall, strengthening his hold around the other.
Kengkla’s goal today is to have a little fun, not genuinely distress Techno. So he withdraws his hand, making little shushing noises with a soft smile. “Okay, P’No. I won’t.” For now, his thoughts provide.
Bright red flushes on Techno’s cheeks again, and he lowers his arms defensively, resting on hand on Kengkla’s chest. “I just want to be a good boyfriend,” Kengkla adds in the sweetest voice he can muster. And Techno looks away.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Techno’s other hand reach for his own dick to finish jerking himself off. But Kengkla grabs Techno’s wrists in both his hands and pins them back against the tile. Techno struggles briefly, but Kengkla uses his adrenaline-filled strength to keep him pressed to the wall. “Ai Kla,” Techno gasps with wide eyes.
“Please let me, P’No,” Kengkla begs, and Techno lets out a choked off noise, sending blood straight to Kengkla’s dick. He wishes he could savor this moment forever.
Distantly, he can hear the hum of voices far away from the bathroom as he waits, watching Techno’s chest heave with stuttered breaths. Then-
“Please,” Techno finally cries.
Kengkla wishes he was recording this moment, so he could play it back over and over. Maybe that was a plan for another day. Instead, he lets his gaze wander up and down the other as he takes in the sight. Techno's lips were stained red from biting, cheeks flushed high with color, neck littered with marks, and his jacket was shoved half off from the struggle. He has to stop himself from grabbing his phone to take a picture.
When Techno finally stopped fighting, Kengkla smiled and lets one of his hands free. And as promised, he resumes jerking Techno off, this time quick and efficient. It doesn't take long to bring Techno back to the brink of climax, and soon absolutely filthy noises spill from him like a waterfall.
"Ah- a-ah, please," Techno chokes on his own breath.
“You did so well, P'No.” Kengkla purrs though he knows they should really be quiet. But when he feels Techno twitch in his hand, it only eggs Kengkla on. “I can't get over it. You're such a good captain.”
Techno doesn't respond but bites his lip again.
“I watched you the whole game,” He continues, increasing his speed. He adds a twist to the motion, and Techno is gasping again. “You get along well with your teammates,” he muses, but his voice has a bit of edge to it. "It's cute how you don't even notice how much they like you." His skin goes cold for a moment of unjustified jealousy, but he tries to push the thoughts of the other players touching and grabbing Techno away.
“W-what,” Techno says between breaths, pulling Kengkla from his thoughts. Techno's hips rise to meet Kengkla's hand in little thrusts and his sobbing get louder as he leans forward to press his lips against Kengkla's neck, not so much kissing but trying to muffle the sound.
Clammy fingers are clawing up Kengkla's arm, and Kengkla slips his under Techno’s shirt and digs into the muscle there. “Never mind,” Kengkla hushes. It's a subject for another time, he tells himself and takes a breath to ease the tension in his chest.
Trying to focus on Techno, Kengkla tugs on his cock particularly roughly and causes the other to gasp loudly. He nestles his chin into the crook of Techno's shoulder, nuzzling fondly and whispers into his ear, “Please come for me, P’No.”
Kengkla twists his wrist and presses down with his thumb; it’s as good as a command. Techno shudders, the strength of his body giving out for a moment so he slumps against Techno. When Kengkla feels the release on his fingers, he pulls with intent, milking Techno dry until pleasure is flaring to hurt then he lets go.
With his clean hand, Kengkla grabs Techno by the back of his hair and gently pulls his head up. He only gives Techno as second before kissing him hard with hunger and cold possessiveness. Techno doesn’t respond - he freezes in shock.
But then Techno opens his mouth slightly. With half-lidded eyes, he lets Kengkla take what he wants, and Kengkla does. It's messy and wet, disgustingly sloppy. But suddenly the taste of salt has eased into the kiss, and Kengkla pulls back to look at Techno.
His shoulders are trembling, cheeks flushed red and wet, and he reaches up with his sleeve to wipe it off. But somehow, he still offers a forced smile. “Ai Kla, w-we have to go back,” He says with a hoarse voice. “It’s been too long.”
Returning the smile with a genuine one, Kengkla threads his clean hand through Techno’s hair and pulls him into an awkward embrace. If he’s honest with himself, he probably went a bit too far. So it’s a surprise when Techno lifts a hand up to pat Kengkla’s back.
Even if it’s a bit patronizing, Kengkla takes a deep breath and turns his face so his lips brush against Techno’s ear. “I’ll make you so happy, P’No. I promise.”
His whisper has Techno’s shoulders shaking again.
When he leaves the washroom, it’s regrettable, but he knew it would be best if they left separately.
it doesn’t take him long to spot Technic in the same spot. He strides over, hands in his pockets and pastes on a happy smile (like always, it never quite works with Technic).
“Ai Kla, Where the hell did you go? It’s been- ” Technic checks his phone. “Over 20 minutes. Practically everyone is gone.”
Then he narrows his eyes at scratch marks on Kengkla’s arm. “Aish, what are- ”
Kengkla pulls a face. “Don’t ask unless you really want to know.”
Technic focuses on something behind Kengkla, and the moment he goes red, Kengkla knows he’s been caught. Technic shakes his head, whispering, “Really? In a restroom, Ai Kla?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Kengkla can see Techno walk through the other exit. Thankfully, he looks somewhat put back together, soccer uniform on neat and proper. His eyes would probably look a little puffy, but he doesn’t place much faith in the Techno’s team. Well maybe Mr. Muscles would pick something up, but Kengkla plans to deal with him later.
“I don’t answer to you,” He says plainly.
“Did you make my brother cry?” He hisses. “Goddammit Ai Kla.”
At this point, Kengkla just ignores him, and Technic glares at him suspiciously when he doesn’t reply. He looks to marks on his arm again. But he doesn’t say anything further on the matter, only sighs and slaps Kengkla as he says, “C’mon, let’s go.”
As they leave, he can’t help but glance at the team where Techno stands a little awkwardly as the rest of the team chatter amongst themselves. The short kid bounces over to him and points at his eyes. Techno yells something incoherent and grabs the shorter boy by the head.
There’s something tight in his chest, some edge of jealousy that wants him to stomp over and rip the kid out of Techno’s hold. Instead, he tightens his jaw and elbows Technic until he looks over. “Can I stay over?” He asks.
Technic lets out a sigh. “I want the car tonight then.”
“Deal.”