Pat is a masseuse, Pran is his client, and Pat can’t keep his hands off of him.

It was Pat’s fifteenth birthday.

Pat had joined the soccer team only because Pran joined first. So naturally, when Pat signs up for rugby tryouts, it’s no surprise he sees Pran there too, even though Pran has never once expressed interest in rugby before.

Pat really is the only thing that matters.

It’s hard, is the thing. To pretend that he doesn’t want Pat at all, that he doesn’t have him anymore.

Pran’s been resisting even though a part of him wants to cave in already, ignore his insecurities and the instability of their relationship and just let himself be Pat’s boyfriend. But his insecurities and the instability of their relationship aside, he can’t just let Pat win.

So here they are now.

Pran finds out the truth about Pat.

It’s not that endearing that Pran likes exactly three wontons with his noodles, but Pat finds a lot of random things about Pran endearing anyway.

[Pat/Pran window threadfic]

Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the office even though Pat’s barely talked to him once. Pran gets him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it. Pran’s eyes drop down Pat’s body every so often like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.