Chapter 18 : Nothing To Say

"Where did you go yesterday?"

"It's none of your business."

"Shxt, you answered with your feet. It stinks."

Today, two good friends were in class again, so it's normal for Techno to ask him, because yesterday he wanted to gossip, but he can't find the trace of Type everywhere he looked, so as soon as the teacher finished and let them practice in the swimming pool, he swished over but someone threw cold water on him.

"I answered with my mouth, not feet."

"See, so I say you're talking with your feet." The questioner looked dismissive, but Techno can't help but ask:

"Uncomfortable or lonely, I heard Champ say that you often have skipped days this semester, which made people worried. This is the first semester, in fact, Techno's studies are not going well, and it's better than the current one

Type is a person who wakes up much worse, but he still reminded his good friends out of concern.

Since the first round of this semester, Khun Thiwat has had an argument with the seniors, and has become less likely to go to class, even after several days' rest, Type looked pitiful when he came to class is pitiful.

"Well, I was feeling a little uncomfortable. You don't have to worry about me. You'd better worry about yourself. It's been a semester, and you still haven't learned to swim." The southerner boy was floating by the pool laughing at his friends, laughing at the whirlwind like friend who were holding the edge of the pool seems to have become a lame man, with no counterattack:

"You mind me. I'll swim just fine when I have an exam. What do you know? All good things need to be enjoyed at one time. And make sure you swim there." Techno doesn't want to let go of the pool, but he still speaks and annoys his fisherman friend, so Type is ready to swim to him.

"Don't move. Don't come here. Come here and I'll kick you. Don't come here and pull me." The cripple kicked the water at Type, as a result, the eyes of the listener changed from funny to pitiful, and Techno saw it and immediately turned to the front:

"Did you go to thank Tharn?"

"Thank him? What do I thank him for?" The listener had a strange look on his face and said, "Why should I thank him?" I didn't get to come to go to class was it not because of the Ai'Tharn. Why should I thank him? It's strange.

It's certain that Type won't tell such things to his friends (who will tell others the details?!).

"Well, you haven't thanked others. You need say thank you to those who took care of you when you were a patient and those who balanced the matter with the seniors. You'd better reflect on yourself and say thank you so much!" When a good friend said that, Type turned a blind eye, and things turn out like this. It's time to apologize, but Type knew the truth better. So Type, a boy from the South asked slowly:

"How can I do that? Go over and tell him that I really thank you, or write a note and stick it on his quilt?"

"The latter option is very good. Someone with such a hard mouth can't say it!"

"Are you mocking me?" Before a friend has finished, Type interrupts, so no dismissively tilts his mouth to one side.

"That's how you are. If I'm not your friend and I don't know you as well, I will never help you.  So you better say a word of thanks." When friend started to complain and chatter about their crazy friendship, Type sighed deeply:

"You think it would be better for me to do something."

"Thank him by inviting him to dinner. By the way, please come to me and invite me too and I helped you settle things."

You moron, if you want to have a free meal, just say it.

When he thinks about it like this, Type's face is heavy and his eyes were fierce. But when he really thought about it, Techno is really just doing this for him and few people can stand the roommate who plans to drive them out every day. Actually, it did feel wrong to not thank Ai'Tharn, Type sighed.

"Well, whatever, I won't call Ai'Tharn myself."

Just invite him to dinner.

"OK! I didn't think you'd invite him in person. That's OK. I'll invite Ai'Tharn. I just talked to him about playing a guitar and he said that he would find some simple music score sheet for me."

After listening to Techno, Type looked at the talking friend thoughtfully, and couldn't believe that he just talked to Tharn while he was trying so hard to fight. Techno, how can this silly moron get in touch with Ai'Tharn? He is so close to him, and they even talked about guitars while Type was lamenting his life.

"To what extent have you and Ai'Tharn reached? I said, are you soft to him? I will laugh and say you can't be soft, and bet with your sister that you can't be soft." And then the enthusiastic melon eaters felt bored and went on to discuss other things. After listening, Type was really biting his teeth.

He had done all that to me, and I should have the face to ask! I hate it just by thinking about it. Type rushed into the water angrily. The water splashes very high.

Crack!

Crash!

Drink the water!

The tall man got up and climbed into the pool. All the girls in the first year of his class turned around and stare at him, but he was pale he turned his head at the corner of his mouth to tell his friend:

"Then you can tell the two seniors for me..." Techno raised his head and listened attentively, Type said that but with a bad smile:

"Won't meddle!" After all, the boy from the South went straight to the bathroom to take a bath and change clothes and I still said: What's the point? Hum!

"I like you. To me, you are not the mountain that you think is hard to climb."

I really don't understand why you like to think of me.

The more he thought about it, the more awkward Type became.

I can even ask him out.

Now Type was satirizing someone in his heart, sitting with hands in his arms, turning his head to look at the direction of the door, and then seeing a tall looking man and his face was full of sweat, it's very hot outside. Type didn't need to look back. Those girls seated two table at the back were attracted.

"Sorry, I'm late. I didn't know the teacher will let people go until this point."

Tharn smiles and told Techno who was holding. He looked at Type for a while, till the southern boy Type shrugged and turned away.

I don't want to see his face, for I will think of what happened a few days ago.

"It's OK. Sit down. We just arrived. Just sit down. What do you want to eat?"

It's 4:30 at the moment, just after lunch, and all the restaurants will be full in a while. The restaurant of choice is a famous pizzeria shop, so for this tall man, it's hard to decide which one to eat, but for Type the biggest headache, for example the person who came in is going to sit on which side?

You will see his face when he sit opposite.

If he sit on the same side, then the small space they must touch.

Alas, if you can't decide, just stare at the person who seems to have a hard time deciding which side to sit on and see which side he wants to sit on.

Then there was the sound of sitting down.

"Order whatever you like, I can eat anything. I'll go to the bathroom first." Finished saying that and whizzed off just like the cartoon needs big action,

The drummer grabbed his backpack next to Techno, went to the back of the shop and waved to Type, but the person who ordered the meal was not aware of the strange atmosphere, just continued to order.

"I think it's OK to order this, and then add some cheese, but is one enough? There are three boys as strong as cattle."

"If you want two, just order them. He said I'll take them." Look at Techno's pathetic little eyes. It seemed like he had an okay to go ahead. It's like asking if this is enough, so Type just said, "Ai'No, I immediately laughed happily after listening, but I didn't care at all."

"Phi, order..." In this way, Techno asked the waiter to come over while he pointed to the menu and start the meal. Type wrinkled his eyebrow:

Whether it's to ask for an apology or to eat food off me.

"Anything to drink?"

"Plain water, Plain water? Ai'Type?" When the waiter asked, Techno, who was taking care of the order, finally asked the friend next to him and Type nodded:

"Then plain water."

"What about Ai'Tharn, what is he going to drink?" Techno then ask another friend who is sitting at a table. Type quickly said:

"Sprite, give him sprite."

"Huh? Does he like Sprite?"

"Well, please, trust me." Type was very determined, because Tharn didn't take a few drinks. If the frustrating guy is told to choose between the plain water and carbonated drinks. That product will definitely choose

"You know me."

Type was stunned because the person who came back to the bathroom just got back at this time when he said that, and when the said fvcker arrived, Type looked up and saw that Tharn was facing him with a smile.

The smile on his face, the crooked eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, his hand still resting on Type's shoulder, make this embarrassing for someone who knew him to watch him nervously? How come?

Take your hand away.

As for Type's eyes, Tharn's eyes seem to tell him: No

"So one sprite?" Before the annoyed one was ready to speak, the waiter asked the person who ordered the meal again, Tharn then nodded to the waiter:

"Yes, my friend knows me."

Bastard, since when do I understand you! Thiwat clenched his fist and wanted to ask questions, but saw Techno staring at him all the time, plus there were a lot of people in the pizzeria. If they quarrel here, they will be kicked out, so Type controlled himself and calmed down, with a shake of his shoulders to push Tharn hand off, Type turned his head away.

The sound of someone sitting down.

"Why are you sitting here?!" After Type screamed at Tharn, this scream stopped the flow of people, and they stop one after another the patrons turned to look this way,

Type saw a big wall sitting next to him, put his backpack on the other side, and turned to him and said:

"Why can't I sit here?"

"Because I don't want to sit next to you." Tharn frowned at once, then moved in and said coldly:

"It's OK if it is in a dormitory. Just sitting next to you is a big deal."

"Yes, why don't you want to sit next to Tharn? I'd like to hear that." It's not enough just to sit and eat. The friend in the opposite side has to question him, causing the Type who hates gay to widen his eyes and shout:

"You know I hate..."

"That lesson didn't teach you anything right?"

As soon as the words came to Type's mouth, they turned into a stream of steam. Type was silent. He looked at the serious man beside him, the eyes around gradually changed from sharp to worry. It's not discontent that made the person who was about to talk shut up. It's Techno talking, Techno trying to slow him down and calm the atmosphere.

"Don't make a fuss. You have made up. You really have. Type, you need to cure this problem. I just met Tharn's face, bar up, you should try to get along with him, adjust yourself, so that your insanity can be better as a person who don't know anything, No. It's lovely to hear these words, so Tharn couldn't help laughing and didn't care about himself becoming a means of treatment, and his voice was full of innuendo interest.

"Yes, you should be closer to me!"

Being connected back, Type turned his eyes and didn't answer anything, but in fact, he was furious to the extreme!

It's not because he wants to treat him for the first time, but Tharn wants also for the second time. Shut up if you don't know the truth, Ai'No!

Type played a small theater in the heart, and he felt sullen when he is on his own. The two people on the table talked freely, as if they have known each other for a long time. It seems that Techno behaves normally, because as long as he is familiar with people, he gets along well with everyone and will get the position of captain in the future, but he must be the one beside him.

"Ai'No, give me the sauce."

At the end of the pizza, the host immediately adjusts his mood and allowed the fidgety go away. He opened his golden mouth to talk with his friends. Who will let him? There was a friend sitting next to him. The man who was called was stuffing pizza into his mouth. Who could care for him? So he reached out and pointed to Tharn, gesturing to him, that since Tharn's hand was idle for him to pass the sauce to him.

Tharn handed the sauce to Type.

"Anything else?" The man with a free hand turned to Type, holding ketchup in his hand, and points to Thiwat and bit his lips suggestively asking Type.

"I just want this."

"Is it just that it's so hard not to use other sauce?" Tharn said dejectedly, turning to give Type pie a squeeze full of sauce.

"Hey, I will do it myself!"

"Is that enough?" Type tried to move his plate away, but the drummer held the plate firmly and raised his eyes to ask him if the sauce was not enough, so the two stared at each other.

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If someone thinks the picture is beautiful and doesn't dare to see anything behind it, Techno meant to interrupt because he knew that this was not a spark of love. It's clearly there was a spark of anger.

"I can pour it for you myself."

"Want more?" Type was uncompromising, and Tharn is uncompromising, so the children of the south close their teeth and look down at a bottle of ketchup, said in a low voice, "More."

With that, Tharn continued to squeeze the ketchup, then raised his eyebrows and asked if the Type was enough.

"Not enough, more."

"Well, if you want it."

Why?

Type frowned and heard him snuffle, but pretended not to hear him because the ketchup pourer didn't stop so Type pushed his hand.

"Enough, are you going to let me swim in ketchup?" Type taunts, but Tharn pulled his plate and spooned the extra ketchup to Type.

"OK?"

Sigh.

In a moment, Type felt terrible. He felt the hair standing up from head to foot, because he suddenly understood what Tharn was doing.

Your partner should be close to your heart and the one you are paying attention to!

"Enough!" So, Type just dropped a sentence and pushed his plate in front of him. He didn't say anything, Type was ashamed to admit that his relationship with his roommate has been unusual for a long time.

Sleeping with him is a fact, but it must be kept secret.

Looking at Type like this, Tharn smiled silently, and then ate pizza quietly, Techno one was the only one who was very confused. After a while, he stood up and said briefly, "I'm going to pee." Then he disappeared.

When Techno left, there were two people who understood each other.

Type said: "I've already said that you don't have to take care of me, and, Ai'Tharn, take care of your stinky legs a little!!!"

Yeah, since Tharn sat down, he's been leaning on Type's knee with his own knee, so Type is biting his teeth and turned back to stare at him and told him what he had done wrong.

"I'm not your girl!" Thiwat doesn't know why he has said this sentence for several times, but Tharn's conversation always turned the word around.

"If you are not my girl, I'll take care of you... because..." He paused and said:

"... Just my sxx buddy." It's a wonderful answer. The listener was very comfortable, and then Tharn said:

"In addition..."

"Ha, the whole body is relieved."

Stunned.

At that time, the person who went to the toilet came back just at this time, and looked at the two people in front of them doubtfully, the two of them were so close to each other, Type immediately responded and shrugged to show that there is nothing between them. His heart was guessing the cheesy thing Tharn would say, but Tharn pretended to take the sauce as if nothing had happened, and ate the pizza with a small smiley mouth.

"What would you say about tonight?"

Originally, he wanted to sit and enjoy pizza, but when he heard the sentence "Bed friend", the root of his teeth was itchy, so he it would be better if he kicks him till he felt good. He can't choose whether to start or move his feet and walk away, so Type sat with his fists clenched and waited to kick him away like a grey wolf, by the way the answer is.

No way!

Finally, Type thought impatiently, who said that the pizza in this shop was delicious and would regret not eating it? He also asked if he wanted to eat it.

If let him choose to eat instant noodles at home and pizza in this shop, he might as well eat instant noodles at home!

Let the man exhaust him again. Try that again!

"Cough Tharn..."

"You... Er... "

Now that the sun has set, there is only a little sunshine left in the room only a little for Type and Tharn, just the enough that one can see the road, the shadow of two people sitting on the bed was just printed on the wall. They were sitting on the drummer's bed.

Tharn was sitting on his bed with his legs apart. He was sitting on his roommate with his legs around his waist

In this position, the mixed race man was breathless. It's not because of the mess around him. Since they returned to the dormitory in silence, there seems to be no dialogue, because Type has been speeding up in order to escape, and he rushed back to the dormitory without stopping, but as soon as he got back to the dormitory, he was held by my powerful arm from the back, and Type tried to break free while he was swearing and turning to hit Tharn in the face, Tharn pulled him quickly in the middle.

"Don't lie to yourself."

Tharn's lips were pasted with Type's lips, and Tharn's hand caught Type's fist in the air and he pulled it to the other side and the two men began to breathe deeply and long when they pressed their heads.

Then, the two of them didn't react and didn't know what was going on. The pants were gone. They only knew that Tharn was the first on sitting on the bed, and then he was pulling an unruly little wild horse to sit up on his lap, the little horse from the south was very energetic, he caught on, and was touching him, trying to suffocate him. Tharn's back was full of sweat, and there are many linesscratched there, but it's worth it, because the other side is sitting on him, and the two people's lower bodies were mashed together.

At the moment, Tharn was rubbing two big sticks with two hands, moving slowly and unhurriedly, waiting for the other side to bit his teeth, just then he put his hand on the other man's shoulders, eyes looking at the desire filled big meat stick.

"Use your strength..." Type has a deep voice, pouted his butxck and wanted to find his stick. Reached out and rub it hard.

"Hold mine too!"

"What the heck?!" The grumpy Type must be cussing him in his head, but he grabbed their sticks and kept rubbing them together, dead devil's steps but he had to admit it... He felt good, too.

"Ai'Tharn, push!" After that, Type was shocked. The drummer was using his little thumb to brush the juice from the red color small head, making Type tremble all over, breathe deeper, the hand of rolling the sticks was also exerting force, wanting to get on the highway quickly.

In the enjoyment stage of Type, the mixed race put his hands behind him, grabbed his buttocks and thumbs up

When touching his narrow channel, Type suddenly said: "Don't... Don't do it today!"

Tharn was surprised, looked up at him doubtfully, and asked in a low voice:

"Why?"

"I... Don't want to skip class... Tomorrow is Friday Ah... "

The listener was stunned for a moment, and then he realized why the other side didn't want to do it on such a normal day. He moved his hand back, put it on their warm sticks rubbing together.

"You are not used to... If you do it often... You... It won't hurt that much. "

"I don't want to get used to it!" Type immediately replied that the listener just raised the corners of his mouth and gently pinched his butt making Type cuss, really cuss out, but with more force.

After a while, Tharn grabbed the other man's wrists, pressed each other, and made the two excited big meat sticks rub and flip against each other like cloud covered rain, who is rubbing who is not clear.

"You... Kiss me... "

"No".

As soon as he heard the rejection, the man who was panting stopped, puckered his ass, and then opened his eyes and watched Tharn stop his hands, seeing that he was smiling, and his face was covered with sweat, seemed to say that if they were not kissing, they would not shoot together.

"Ai'Hiaa!"

Well, Type compromised. For the convenience of kissing, he yanked the collar and kissed Tharn neck, their bodies were pasted together again, and his warm lips scratch every inch of Tharn's skin.

"Er... Ah..." Wheezing continued to come out, although the bodies has the school uniform to block... (Well, what they just took off was pants, but their tops shirts were not taken off), which didn't affect the body's warmth at all. The two people are almost one, tongue to the other man's mouth, the sound of exchanging saliva filled the dormitory.

Two people kissed together, didn't let go of each other, the two things below are also who can't let go of each other and did make some awesome frictional sound.

Tharn's hand speeds up speed and strength, as if it was a reward for a sweet kiss, and then his voice started from his throat coming out.

"Ai'Tharn... Hurry up... I want to finish."

"Me too... I'm almost..." The drummer whispered to Type and lowered his head to roll the sticks. Within minutes, hundreds of millions of white things covered with his hands, and it's hard to tell whose liquid it is when it was mixed.

Two people sit and breathe for a while, rest for a while, Type looked down at his body, then stood up and picked up some paper towels to wipe his body with paper towel, and threw it to the person on the bed by the way.

Then, Type put on his pants, went to get a towel, prepared to go out for a bath, and pretended that nothing had happened.

"Ai'Type."

"What's the matter?" Stopping for a moment, Tharn told him to look at his face if he didn't want to turn around and look at him because his face was red.

Every time I say no, it turned out that every time I end up doing it.

"You said tomorrow is Friday, then day after tomorrow is Saturday Tomorrow evening..." That's all Tharn said, standing at the door and then the answer is:

"If it's just sxx OK." With that, Type walked away, and when the door closed, Tharn smiled, because,

"I'm offering you a new sheet."

Tharn certainly won't tell Type the truth, because a person who doesn't want to hear it might lose face because they understand it wrong, and he will be sulking for no reason.

But there is one thing Tharn finally knew, that is, Type was beginning to make him addicted to his body and it would not be difficult to get his heart addicted too.

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