Chapter 35 : Who Said I Was Jealous?

"Happy birthday! Handsome."

"Hey, Ai'Lhong, let go of me that hurts so much, don't mess with me, I won't be handsome later."

"Don't worry, handsome or not, there's a big line of people lining up to give you your birthday present, the line is as big as a herd of elephants."

"I'm a human being, not an elephant, okay?"

The conversation takes place in a classroom on the first day of school. Tharn has just stepped through the door and his butt is still warm, when his good friend Lhong, out of nowhere, puts a set of chess pieces on his desk before he saw them.

"Is this my birthday present?"

"Hmm. It would be nice if I didn't forget." Lhong said grimly, causing Tharn to stifle a small laugh.

"Then I'll thank you for remembering my birthday every year."

"It's hard not to remember, your brother sent so many pictures, and how can I forget. That said, that guy went yesterday too didn't he?" Lhong sat down while asking, and Tharn gave him a look before turning his head to stare at the blackboard.

Even Lhong saw it, so did Type see it too? Or was it that he didn't think much of it at all?

"Yeah, he came too, he came to give me a birthday present." Hearing him say this, Lhong immediately asked Tharn what gift San had sent, but Tharn didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders.

Yes, Lhong he knows who San is.

Earlier Tharn was talking a lot about himself to Type, but that was to prove to Type that he was genuine and that he really wanted to be involved with him. As for his good friend Lhong, he is a very attentive person, one day he found out that Tharn's Facebook has San's figure every year, so he asked Tharn about his relationship with San, and Tharn didn't avoid it, so he told him all about it.

So Lhong knew that San was his first boyfriend.

"First love is always unforgettable." Lhong lamented.

Tharn didn't reply to the words, just shook his head.

First love? I don't know, I was a kid at the time and just wanted to experience what I had never been exposed to before.

"And yeah, I heard you moved out to live, how unrighteous of you to not mention a word to me." Tharn still didn't answer Lhong, and a look of Type shaking his head in rejection appeared in his mind.

Since Ai'Type he doesn't want to go public, then I shouldn't tell anyone, sorry bro.

"Well, stay out for the night and come back whenever you want." Tharn stammered past, then greeted the other students who had just stepped into the classroom and asked them where they'd been on vacation, even though he'd been thinking about only one thing himself on vacation.

Wanted to go back to the apartment right away, wanted to get the cake brought from home to Ai'Type right away and see if he would say anything to him.

Not that he wanted a gift from anyone, just going back and seeing him is the best gift.

Tharn began to fantasize beautifully.

If a gift, a few candies to show his heart is a happy one.

The more he thought about it the more he wanted to skip class and go home immediately.

As soon as class ended, Tharn darted back to his apartment as if immediately, declining an invitation from a friend to throw him a birthday party on the pretext that the new apartment wasn't packed, he was just trying to get back to that, empty apartment.

"He's probably still in class."

Despite this thought, Tharn did his best to think back to when Type's last class ended, and he remembered Type's class schedule and realized that he had no class on Monday afternoon!

"Fvck me, Ai'Hiaa was I expecting?"

Tharn expects to say that Ai'Type will dutifully wait for him in the apartment, and though Type the hard-talking, venomous man will put on a stinky face, he will still say happy birthday to himself. But it was a fond fantasy for Tharn after all, because to be honest, Tharn also knew that the likelihood of going back and receiving a scud was much greater than the likelihood of receiving a gift.

Thinking about it, Tharn walked into the apartment with the snacks he had brought from home, but when he passed his desk trying to get into the bathroom....

"Huh?" Tharn stopped abruptly and glanced at the red thing sitting on the desk.

"Is it Coke?" If it wasn't a regular Coke can, then...the thought made Tharn blossom into a smiley face.

It's a Coke can that's everywhere on the market, but if it's a Coke can that says Happy Birthday, it's not such a common thing.

When Tharn saw the paper on the table (the same color as the one that had caused the two to quarrel a few months earlier), he picked it up and saw that it read.

Couldn't find Sprite, it's almost as good to get a Coke instead, I hope you're moved to tears.

"Hahaha...."

Tharn didn't expect to receive such a birthday wish and he burst out laughing happily, and although the birthday wish didn't sound so sweet, there was no doubt that the Coke can was enough to move him to tears.

"It's a lot better than candy."

Tharn smiled with satisfaction, he even thought this gift was better than the car his father had given him, because it was especially given to him by Type, and before he could finish expressing his fondness for this gift, and Tharn saw the paper in his hand that read: Bedside table drawer.

As soon as he saw the words, Tharn immediately darted over to the bed and opened the nightstand drawer to see a large gift box.

It wasn't quite how elaborate the gift box was, but it was kind of pretty enough it was to make Tharn laugh his xss off, and he couldn't wait to open it, wondering what Type had in store for him.

But when he opened it...

"Hahaha..." laughter echoed through the room, and while it wasn't too much to exceed one's own expectations, it wasn't too much to let oneself down either, as Tharn took the box out to look at it: a whole big box of condoms, a quantity that wouldn't last a year.

Where on earth did he go to buy so much?

There was no note in the box this time, but that was enough to make Tharn happy.

"Although you didn't say anything, I'll just acquiesce to your agreement to let me use it on you! What flavor would be good to use tonight?" Tharn suddenly knew why he wasn't there.

"Ai'Type you better freaking hurry back, I can't wait to try your birthday present."

Not at all surprising to say that Tharn was getting goosebumps now, because one look at him showed that he was thinking about that.

In fact, Type could see the Great Wall man's intentions at a glance, and to be honest, it was okay for Type, because since he and Tharn had been dating, these things had become normal. But the main reason for letting Type flee the apartment and go out to play soccer with his friends was still because he was afraid of the embarrassment to be seen with the said gift.

It was only then that he realized that it wasn't at all embarrassing to sweet-talk girls, give them birthday presents, or even go out to dinner together before.

Now maybe it's because he had found true love that it's getting so squirmy.

On the way back to the apartment, he imagined in his mind how Tharn would look when he got back to the apartment. He envisioned many possibilities, but he felt that he would most likely give that "want you" look, and he would definitely give him an urgent look so that he would take himself and his body as a gift.

But does anyone want a big box of condoms for their birthday? Especially after his dad gave him a car.

Type thought about it for a while until he couldn't come to any conclusion until he picked up the key to open the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw Tharn sitting in front of the TV.

"Ai'Tharn, back so soon?" Type greeted Tharn as if nothing had happened, and Tharn looked up and replied.

"Yeah, came back early in the morning and brought my brother's car to use."

"Ow, didn't your dad just buy you a car?"

"It will be a while before that car is to be picked up, besides, although it was nominally bought for me, my father bought it in the name of the company, so it's more appropriate to say I'm just using my father's stuff, the car is not mine." Despite Tharn's words, Type still thinks his dad bought it for him, just not in his name.

That said, when did Ai'Tharn become so normal, which made Type couldn't help but sneak a glance back at the desk.

He must have gotten the gift! Or did he pretend not to see it? Well, that's fine.

Type didn't want his boyfriend to bring up the birthday present thing in his heart, so he changed the subject.

"Did you buy anything to eat back? I haven't eaten until now."

"There's, a lot of it, there's chocolate, strawberries, oranges and lemons."

"Are you a herbivore? Why buy only fruit?" Type was a bit cranky, and these things simply won't satisfy the need to replenish his stamina for a man who has just returned from kicking a ball.

Hearing him say this, Tharn immediately stood up with a greedy look on his face and asked.

"So what flavor do you want to try?"

Type was taken aback when he saw that what Tharn was holding in his hand was exactly the same condom he'd bought from the internet and put in the gift box!

"Ai'Hiaa!" Tharn had long expected this reaction from Type, and at the moment his face was red as a monkey's ass.

What are you so shy about? Didn't you buy everything for me?

"There are so many flavors to choose from! Didn't you just say you were hungry?" Tharn gave a bad smile.

"I mean I'm hungry, you nutcase!"

"Since it's my birthday, let's pick the chocolate flavor, you're really good at picking too, where the hell did you get these?" This made Type stand back straight up in shock, and when he stood still, he too broke into a smile and said.

"Do you think you can really eat me today?" His provocation made Tharn laugh, and he slowly pulled one out, lassoing it onto his tongue.

The pose is definitely tempting!

"Come and try it!" After saying that, Tharn walked over to Type's side and said in a low voice in his ear.

"For the sake of my birthday, help me cvm with your mouth!" Type felt his hands being covered with something.

"Your birthday was yesterday okay."

"Please!"

"You big liar!"

For his birthday's sake.

"Need to be well fed!" Tharn said unsuspectingly, which made Type vaguely uneasy inside; he wanted to tie Tharn up like a war elephant, but he didn't have the tools, so he had to pull his pants down.

"Just pull them over here?" Tharn teased Type verbally again, wanting him to help himself with his mouth.

His body was already heating up, as was his heart.

This could already be seen in Tharn's actions, as his movements began to slow and his words were few and far between, and the need could also be seen in the look in his eyes. Type looked up, and Tharn's little brother was ready and looked up to greet him.

Come if you want!

Type made a compromise, pulling his pants down thoroughly and throwing them under the bed, catching Tharn's little brother and moving his hand slowly up and down, eyes searching for the birthday present he had given him.

"Do yourself a favor if you want it so badly!"

"There's no point without you." Tharn replied, and Type thought in his heart that he couldn't help himself if Tharn really wanted it that badly. It was only then that Type realized that Tharn was really bad, and his words made him put his hesitation behind him.

So, Type did again what he had previously vowed not to do a second time, and from start to finish, Tharn kept grabbing him, urging him to hurry up, and hurry up again. After it was over, Type was breathing sharply, and after a long time he couldn't calm down, he stared at the man in front of him viciously.

Staring at me, huh!

"Ai'Hiaa!" Type was startled to see what he had in his hand come back to life.

Tharn quickly ripped the bag of condoms open with his mouth, and the taste of chocolate spread instantly across the tip of both men's noses.

"What are you going to do?" Type asked uneasily.

Well, that's what I'm doing!

That question made Tharn laugh.

"Mouth it down slowly." Tharn said, causing Type to shudder inside.

"Has anyone ever done that for you?" Tharn asked again.

Ai'Hiaa! Have you tried everything? I've never helped anyone with my hand, let alone with my mouth.

"Huh?" Tharn then asked him with one word, and Type took him out of it, silently got the condom ready, looked up at him and said.

"People like me are not like you." Despite the words, Type slowly lowered his head and covered Tharn's thing with his mouth, slowly pushing the condom into his sizzling body. Although he wasn't very fond of the taste, by this point his attention was focused on the matter of using his mouth, wanting to make the other person feel enjoyable.

No, no, it was to get him to admit that he was better than all his exes before him! Alas Type, Ai'Hiaa are you planning?

Despite asking himself this inwardly, Type couldn't help but get more involved, getting out a low murmur from Tharn as his hands began to grip Type's shoulders and ears so tightly that Type had to wonder if he was doing this on purpose, so that his mouth would open wider to take the whole thing in.

With the help of his hand, Type managed to get the condom in, and he looked over there.

"Okay, done," Type wiped his mouth with his hand and got up.

"I hate the smell of this condom." After saying that, he was going to go to the bathroom to wash his hands, but it was too late.

"But I like it!" Tharn gripped Type so tightly that he had to keep his head down against his own.

"Shit!" Tharn knew he was going to be scolded, and as he pulled Type to the bed once more, he saw the horrible look and the look on Type's face.

"I like it when you do that for me." Tharn whispered to Type, pulling Type's pants off as soon as he finished.

"What do you want? I've already given you the gift!" Type panicked a little. He had just explicitly said that the birthday present was just to put a condom on his dxck, and had done it himself. But it seemed that way he wasn't quite satisfied.

Type's words made Tharn look up at him, then smile as demonically.

"I'm greedy and want a few more gifts."

"Ai'Hiaa!"

Hearing Tharn's words, Type looked down to see that his own little brother was slowly being aroused, and Tharn began to pleasure him with his mouth, heavy breathing and whines reaching Type's ears, acting as a catalyst for him to not be able to resist looking up and wrapping his head around Tharn's waist.

It's come to this point where no one wants to stop.

"Consider me hungry too, let me be full!" Tharn said. Type couldn't say no to him now, though inwardly he still wanted to pretend saying no and let Tharn beg him for it. But now the parched heat of his body made him unable to resist thrusting his hands into Tharn's hair.

A man like Tharn who does whatever he wants is not to be denied by you, and now that he's done it to himself, there's no telling who gets the satisfaction of such a thing in the end.

"Tharn, I'm hungry!!!!"

By the time the two were done with this thing born of love, it was already late in the evening, and it was already dark, and Type, naked and sweaty, spoke in a tired voice to Tharn, who was putting on his pants.

Who just said its okay to just eat chocolate, and bought himself oranges and lemons, and you're not going to starve to death on your own trip home, Tharn blamed him.

 "You're in the apartment, don't you know how to buy something to keep in the apartment for later?"

"I went out to dinner with Ai'No guys yesterday and didn't buy anything coming back." Type replied with an indifferent face, remembering the Great Wall Man, and said in a cold tone.

"On my birthday, you went out with the other boys."

"Uh, no, don't you say that, it's not eating, it's going out to dinner with a friend, get the word out." Tharn doesn't like Type's use of words, in fact, he also wants to cure Type's shyness, just like just now, at first, he keeps saying no, no, no, no, but in the end, doesn't he just use his mouth to get himself that condom? Saying that Tharn walked towards the fridge.

"I brought the cake from home, you eat it to pad your tummy first and then I will go down and get you something to eat when I'm done showering." After saying that, and not waiting for Type to refuse, Tharn just directly put the cake on a plate and took a spoon and handed it to him.

Type doesn't really hate sweets, its okay to eat a little padded belly.

"You're going to buy me food?"

"Well, what do you want to eat?" Tharn walked into the bathroom with a towel in his hand. His answer made Type, who was taking the cake to his mouth, furrow his brow.

He took care of himself as if he were a girl with a 24-inch waist.

"I don't know, can't figure it out, you hurry up and take a shower, and we'll go after that, and then I'll come with you." Do you still have the strength to walk after doing it three times? Thought Tharn darkly.

He laughed out loud at the thought. But his laughter actually gave Type a feeling of happiness, and he didn't know what to do and had to look down at the cake on his plate.

Tharn had never bought a cake before, so this one....

"Is this cake left over from home?" Type asked towards the toilet.

"No, it's specially brought for you to eat. If you won't come to my house to eat, I'll bring it to you." Tharn's answer came out of the toilet. Type, who was eating the cake, froze for a moment, and it wasn't hard for this man to guess that it was his birthday cake, if it wasn't the leftovers brought to him, then it meant he wanted to celebrate his birthday together.

Why don't we celebrate at his house next year?

"Humph, no way!" Thinking about it, Type immediately stopped thinking. This cake was so good it didn't feel sweet at all, Type ate it all up. Grabbed a towel with the intention of taking a shower.

"Tharn, I will borrow your shorts to wear, mine were all washed yesterday." Type walked around the room naked, rushing to borrow boxers from Tharn, who was taking a shower, and got an affirmative answer.

"Take it and wear it!"

Type wasn't the kind of person who liked to touch other people's stuff (except for that one time he was going to kick Tharn out of the room and throw his stuff out), so the fact that he was now willing to wear Tharn's boxers meant that he had become a lot softer than before.

Too lazy to open the cupboard to find it, Type just opened Tharn's bag to find a pair of boxers and put them on, and now felt the air conditioning made the air a little cold. Just as he was about to pull the bag on, Type caught sight of a hard, stiff box.

It wasn't long before Type reacted that it was a gift box.

This is a gift box that is beautifully wrapped in paper. There's also a card on it, and Type opens it right away.

... Happy Birthday! No matter how many years go by, Tharn will always be someone important to me.

After reading the above, Type froze and he glanced at the bathroom door, hesitating to open the box.

Type opened the black bag from a moment ago again to see what else was inside, and saw that there was another present, a leather bag.

This bag is good at first glance, and the price is good. Also reflected in your eyes is a card that reads.

THARN

An exclusive gift for Tharn.

Type wasn't stupid, he knew this kind of gift at first glance wasn't a gift from a friend, it was more like something a lover would give, and he didn't think the card was written by his brother.

It's weird for someone to just write this kind of stuff between siblings, so it must have been a gift from someone else.

This reasoning made Type's face slowly turn red, it must not shyness, it was anger! He wanted to kill the gift-giver, and even though he had tried to restrain himself from calming down, he couldn't help but see that man's face come to his mind.

If he had only given Tharn his gift yesterday, then he would have been able to look at the man he himself had never met, the boy who had put his hand on Tharn.

Type put the gift box in his hand down once more, not knowing what to do with it. Then he heard the water stop in the bathroom and hurried to put his things back.

"That's a great birthday present you got there!" Tharn heard Type say grimly as soon as he opened the bathroom door, picking up the box and looking at Tharn.

"You opened it to see?" Tharn asked calmly, a tone that made Type panic even more.

"No, it fell out of your bag, and since you've all received such a nice gift, it's okay to take mine and throw all of it away."

Type felt bad in his heart that someone had given Tharn a gift that was better than his own as a boyfriend, that this person knew more about his boyfriend than he did, and he felt ashamed.

"I really liked your gift." Tharn said.

"What about this one, who gave it to you?" Type asked, and Tharn froze for a moment and immediately said with a smile.

"Are you jealous?" Tharn was a little smug, but Type was unlikely to admit it, and his tone was particularly bad.

"You're the one who's jealous! Is this fun?"

"Then you probably don't want to know who gave me the gift." Tharn finished, then straightened and looked at Type, and the two men stared at each other for several moments.

Type just threw the box straight at the couch, then grabbed a towel and violently kicked Tharn out of the bathroom.

"Then don't tell me, go down and buy me some sticky rice, I'm not in the mood to go out now."

With that said, Type went straight into the bathroom and vigorously closed the door with a bang. Now he wouldn't feel that the man was merely a friend of Tharn's, and now there was a sense of foreboding in his mind, though he couldn't say anything himself, but he knew...

No one can stop me, I'm going to throw that thing off the 13th floor! I'm so mad at you!

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