chaptered

• 4 X 7 dreams / wp, ao3

The line between fiction and reality is thin, but Krist thought he could navigate it well, keep himself and his character's feelings separate. And he does: he manages to keep personal matters (romance, friendship, family) personal but act a certain way, act in love with a man when necessary... until he can't. Until he finds himself in Singto's room again and again. Until he finds his lips on the elder's. Until he finds that he-Krist, not Arthit-has fallen in love, and he can't seem to get back up.

Somewhere along the way, boundaries between him and Singto had been erased.

Boundaries Krist isn't sure were meant to be erased.

one-shots

• a whole latte love / wp, ao3

Arthit enjoys the quiet calm of his local coffee shop. When he's there, he can do his coursework in peace and not worry about noisy neighbors or falling asleep in bed. But now, he's got a headache that he can't seem to make go away.

According to the barista, Knot, that headache's name is Kongpob.

• bloom / ao3

Kongpob works at a flower shop. This does not, however, mean that he knows everything about flowers. So when Arthit, stunning, beautiful Arthit, walks in, and Kongpob decides to start gifting him with flowers, he most definitely doesn't expect for the pretty things to have meanings, and he most definitely doesn't expect for Arthit to figure out what they mean.

Of course, as fate would have it, both of those things happen, but the results are surprisingly pleasant.

• misunderstandings (of marriage, good and bad) / wp, ao3

Fai licks her lips, fear rising in her throat; she swallows it down before speaking: "Even now, knowing who... I still think you made the right choice. Seeing you and him... P'Kongpob, I," her hands clutch tightly at her napkin, "think you chose the right person." She looks away briefly before turning to the older pair again. "I hope you two have a long and happy life together."

Her mother may feel embarrassed because she isn't married yet, almost twenty-six with no man or children to speak of, but, after seeing Kongpob and Arthit together, Fai can't help but wonder if her mother's idea of marriage isn't all that marriage really is.

• you'll let me (hold your hand) / ao3

Kongpob wants to hold hands. Arthit doesn't. Multiple times, the younger is rejected. But of course, Kongpob's never given up that easily.

Or: a not-quite 5+1 Things fic that could probably be titled '3 Times Kongpob Tried to Hold Arthit's Hand and 1 Time Arthit Let Him.'

• apply some pressure / wp, ao3

It starts out small, a small touch to the top of Kongpob's thigh, just above the knee. It then progresses to a step on the inseam of the younger's pants, close enough to his crotch to tease, but not hardly close enough to satisfy. When he presses down a bit harder, Kongpob lets out a tiny hiss, and his knees slide farther apart, allowing the elder more room. Sometime during this process, the younger's eyes have slipped closed, and Arthit is eager to remind him who the real star of this show is.

Or: Kongpob gets off on Arthit stepping on him.

• early is how i love you / ao3

Kongpob drops the elder off at his work with a quick kiss to the cheek after making sure no one is around. After making sure the younger's eyes are on him, Arthit lifts his necklace from under his collar, flashing the younger his wedding ring.

Kongpob smiles, imitating the action with his own ring before driving off once again.

Or: early mornings still suck, but it's not that bad when you're with your husband.

• the embrace of love and resistance / ao3

It actually is an accident.

Kongpob has never been one to have loose lips, and still, he's extremely sure he doesn't. Yet for some reason, whether it be because some higher power decided it was time or he just had a terrible lapse in judgement, when his mother asks him his plans for after university, and he says he's going to move in with someone, and she asks him who, he goes: "My boyfriend."

Or, Kongpob accidentally comes out to his mother, and then, in some crazy moment of confidence, decides to come out to his father, also.

• it lingers when we're done / ao3

It's only when their lips meet, warm and familiar, that Arthit realizes they're likely not going to finish the show they're watching. Pretty quickly, he's tossing a leg over his husband's lap, easily straddling him, one hand clutching tight at his shoulder, the other gripping the back of the couch. Kongpob's hands are gripping the undersides of his thighs, digging into his skin, easing some of the strain of holding himself up.

They separate only for a short breath before coming back together, lips melding and sliding easily against one another.

"Kong," Arthit breathes into the other's mouth.

• i dream in the shape of your mouth / ao3

He’s not good with words. He can’t spin silk from his lips, and, to be entirely honest, he’s not sure if he wants to. He can leave that to Kongpob. The younger wrote him a love letter, even. Meanwhile, Arthit would rather not think of what he’d put. (What would he put?)

Furthermore, Arthit fears. He fears for himself, he fears for his career, his future, but most of all, he fears for Kongpob. Almost three years yet Arthit finds himself hesitating: Is this love ruining what could be?

Knott said to worry only about what’s in front of him over what’s ahead, but after awhile, the advice goes stale; it’s been left on the counter for a minute too long and has now begun to mold.

Two years—what once was a lake now feels like an ocean.