The Debt
When Sarawat woke up again, he was alone.
In blind panic, he jumped and looked around, Tine's name was at the tip of his tongue.
"Calm down now scaredy cat," someone laughed. Tine was sitting on the chair, quietly strumming Sarawat's guitar.
"Tine," Sarawat walked towards him. He cupped Tine's face in his hands and hugged the younger man tightly. "Oh God, Tine, I was so worried."
"I'm sorry," he said, and it was muffled. "I was...distraught."
Sarawat took the brunet's hand. "We have to get this checked." Sarawat turned. "I'm gonna change real quick. And we have to tell everyone that you're back."
Sarawat took off his shirt. He was about to undo his pants when he realised that Tine was still staring at him, unabashed. "Urm..."
"Shy, my lord?" Tine grinned and stood up. "I like the view."
"T...Tine..." his face was red as his arousal grew. Tine laughed.
"Fine, you coy little thing," Tine turned. "Hurry."
Sarawat was smiling so brightly that it's hurting his face, but he doesn't care. His heart is so full of love that he's certain that it will burst.
Sarawat was dragging Tine to the great hall. "They are going to be so excited to see you," he said eagerly. Tine laughed.
"Calm down Sarawat, I was gone for a day only."
Sarawat frowned and stopped at the door. "Everyone was so worried," he said reprimandingly. "Don't do that again."
Tine smiled fondly and kissed him chastely on the lips. "You're adorable."
"Tine?"
They both turned. Type stared ahead, with Man right behind him. "TYPE?" Tine said, open-mouthed.
Type ran over and brought his arms around Tine. "TINE TEEPAKORN!" he yelled. "You don't do that again! You'll give me a heart attack!"
"Type!" Tine hugged him back. "Type, I missed you so bad!"
"You're okay." Type whispered. "Oh God, you're okay," he patted Tine all over, checking for injury.
Sarawat was staring the whole time. Type's fierce face softened, and he was honest to God smiling.
He could almost understand why Man is head over heels for this man.
"I'm keeping you with me the whole day," Type announced and glared at Sarawat, as if waiting for Sarawat to challenge him.
"Oh Type," Tine laughed. "I'll have breakfast with you. And we can go riding. But But I'm sure my father has more need for you than I do."
"Tine." Type said sharply. "Nothing, and no one is more important to me than you."
Tine looked at him, his eyes glassy and hugged Type.
He murmured it so softly that Type almost missed it.
"Thank you. I love you."
Type did ended up keeping Tine for the better part of the day before he finally released Tine to the custody of Ohm, Phuak and Fong. They went out with Prae, Dim, Green and Mil. Sarawat selfishly wanted to keep Tine by his side, but he comforted himself by telling himself that tine came back last night, and he chose to spend it with Sarawat.
Not that he would ever let Type find out.
He didn't see Tine during dinner, and he resigned himself to a Tine-less night.
He was quietly strumming his guitar when his door opened.
Tine smiled, his cheeks red from the outside. "Hi there, stranger," he grinned and went over to Sarawat. He took the guitar from Sarawat's hands and sat comfortably on Sarawat's lap.
"Tine," he murmured. Tine kissed his forehead.
"Remember when we first met?"
"You had that sleazeball all over you," Sarawat murmured. "And I came over. To help. But the moment I saw you, I thought to myself, that is the most beautiful man I have ever seen"
"Funny. That was what I thought when I saw you," he laughed softly. "And I thought, this is a man that I don't mind losing my virginity to."
"It was a particularly wonderful night." Sarawat had his hands under Tine's shirt, and he brushed it against Tine's skin. "I'm sorry I left. It was the hardest thing for me."
"Hush now," Tine shuddered from his touch. "Lets not remember that. What I do wonder is..." he whispered in Sarawat's ear. "Would you like to have your hands all over me?"
Sarawat knew it was a bad idea. They have to talk. He has to know where Tine had been. And let alone the issue with Pam.
But Tine had stood up, and he was leading Sarawat to the bed. He continued kissing Sarawat and touching him.
Sarawat pushed him to the bed and started undoing his clothes. He's so beautiful that it hurts Sarawat.
"Sarawat," he moaned. "Sarawat, Sarawat. I love you. I love you."
Sarawat wanted to say it back, but he was too overwhelmed. Tine came with a shudder under him, and Sarawat came inside Tine immediately after.
They panted, and Sarawat pulled Tine against him, brushing his lips against Tine. Tine was looking at him, and his eyes were misty.
"Sleep now, my mustang." Tine laughed. "Sleep and don't worry."
Sarawat smiled, and with his love in his arms, he was asleep in no time.
Tine could feel Sarawat's breathing becoming even. He laid there with his eyes open until he heard the grand clock chiming.
Midnight.
He squirmed himself free from Sarawat's hand. He smiled and kissed Sarawat's forehead lightly before he went to grab his clothes which Sarawat had carelessly tossed on the floor.
The raven was waiting when Tine opened Sarawat's window. Its intelligent eyes looked at him intensely.
"Hello there, Rhaegar," he said calmly. The raven cawed. Tine turned to see Sarawat sleeping soundly on the bed. He immediately shook his head and turned back to the raven. "Send me a message to your mistress please."
The raven doesn't seem pleased, but he nodded anyway. Tine took a deep breath.
"You promised. And I'm ready to pick up my debt, Mal."