Tharntype The Series, Chapter 47: Behind his back

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 47: Behind his back

The apartment was bright with lights on, the TV was playing the evening news, and the room door was.

The sound of the door opening was the softest because the person who had just afraid that their roommate would fall asleep and feel embarrassed. Both eyes swept.

A moment in the room, and then to find that either the lights or the TV were on, a waste of electricity and a waste of money, but...

The man lying on the bed with his arms and legs stretched out was asleep.

The sleeping man made walk in , eyes watching the quiet sleeping man.

The dark face of the southern boy moved his feet to sit on the edge of the bed.

Although it was Type who he was looking at, he saw instead a picture of another boy.

'I'm happy to see Brother again.'

Although it was just a polite greeting or a joke or something, it made him give birth to his anger... I would so happy to hear what my ex said that he was angry with me.

Nong Tar... brother... of the band.

Nong Tar... ex he considered to very much in love with.

Nong Tar... one who admits that love and he always comes to mind.

However, Nong Tar... one who had particularly brutally offered to break up with him.

[Let’s break up. I don't want to see you again]

If you break up, you'll only get a text message from your phone. Go to his house and find him.

The school intercepted him and he fled with his friend, asking him about his brother and instead being struck by his brother saying he hurt his brother.

He didn't even know what he did wrong, Tar, just saying...

[I can't love you anymore, it's my fault.]

All this time, Tharn didn't understand, didn't know where he did wrong, didn't know he messed up.

Wrong about something, for months at a time overwhelmed by that feeling, until he met...   Ai’

Type.

Th

e one who was only satisfied with his appearance until he thought he was a very eye-pleasing food, but then everything developed and became love.

It seems that the return of his ex has made the memories of the past flash back uncontrollably, and he is annoyed that since

He's the one... he wants to talk to Tar... he wants to know what happened between the two of them... he wants to know.

Why Tar would abandon him.

"Can't think about it anymore, Tharn."

Yes, stop thinking, because now you have Type.

Tharn tried to tell himself in a strong voice, but he was still stung by the way the boy looked over.

So excited... happy... happy that it feels real to want to meet, and then he asks him again.

Same problem.

So why did Tar abandon me.

"Phew!" Tharn sighed heavily, wanting to confide in someone, wanting to vent, but he wasn’t brave enough to talk to Type.

He... how can someone who says with certainty that there will only be Type alone in his life say that meeting an ex made him happy.

He is supposed to be both angry and dissatisfied, and everything end up in a quarrel.

It's just a chance meeting, so he doesn't have to say it, so he doesn't get angry for nothing.

"Phew..."

"Well, you're back." Almost startled, Tharn immediately lowered his head, then realized that his lover had awake and was squinting to adjust to the light, too late to even notice that he was lifting his hand to stroke his head and the touch made him wake up and force himself to smile at him.

"Eh, you go back to sleep."

"What's wrong?" That person, who had never cared about anything in the past, sensed something and asked in turn.

It was Tharn's heartbeat that paused.

Type cares for him, but he's surprisingly happy to see his ex... He’s so damning himself.

The increasing emphasis on inner thoughts made the drummer slowly shake his head.

"No, just tired from being dunked by them because of wanting to know how much a musician like me drinks." Tharn only said part of the truth, removing a few words of greeting, and Tar went ahead.

Probably because I saw him with a bunch of friends, and then he got dragged along to eat and drink.

Until back home.

"Huh, is this being drunk, how come I don't see you being drunk." The one who smiled while being sleepy.

The man, looking over to see the time, then tilted his head back on the pillow again.

"I have class tomorrow morning, go wash up and go to bed, then don't get mad, I'm so sleepy." Inevitably, he did.

There were exceptions that made the one listening stifle a laugh, looked at the sleeping man, and then found his forearms and

Nice back, dark muscles peeking out of the vest, and he's been told many times not to wear that. Because it's in temptation, and Type likes to wear it, but likes to say he does not like wearing it at the mouth.

When there's a class in the morning... just bear with it.

"I'll sleep when I'm done with your tempting."

"I want to sleep!" When a hand was placed on his back, Type lifted his foot and kicked it to the outside, also pointing a hand.

"You bastrd, get in the shower, quick! I need my pillow fresh." Type said so, but the listener smiled even brighter, feeling that he was giving in to his weakness, because Type said he wanted Tharn to let himself... be his pillow!

Head... I'll let you sleep in my arms.

Symbolically, cuddling together to sleep, simply sleeping and nothing else.

Be taken aback

"Tharn, Ai’Shiaa!" So Tharn couldn't help but click his head, causing him to raise his head in anger.

Tharn hastened to get up and take a bath, as the sleepy man got up and kicked as if in revenge.

A soft chuckle followed, followed by a grunt from Type, but for Tharn... the pointlessness chit chat made him feel better.

Yes, I have Type now, and no matter how many exes I have, I can't help it.

The smiling man, thinking so much, and in a much more relaxed mood than before, went in for a shower and cleared the dirt off his body.

Stains and the smell of alcohol showered out, then come out and turn off all the lights in the room, then also lie down in bed and go to sleep and look through the darkness to the body of his lover.

Sudden

"Hmmm," even with both arms around his waist, the embarrassed man didn't say anything, except a lower murmured, moved his head slightly, and then fell back to sleep as quietly as before, which made Tharn smiled, facing his back, smelling the same body wash, not knowing it was more fragrant than usual.

How many times.

 Ding dong

"Mmm" was feeling the warmth from each other's bodies when the phone rang on the bedside, he turned up and had to turn his head to pick it up.

Upon seeing the message above, Tharn suddenly and immediately stood up, staring blankly at the brief on screen

Info.

[P’Tharn hasn't changed his number yet, has he?]

[Can I still contact you?]

Despite deleting the number, how could Tharn not know who it was, and his hand was clinging to the phone?

Hesitating on whether or not he should reply, just a moment later, he put the phone back down and laid back on the bed.

Both hands clasped more firmly around the waist of the person next to them and closed their eyes, only to have a smile on their face but with tension, while asking himself.

What does Tar want from me and contacting me for?

The thought caused him to cling to Type tightly.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I have no second thoughts about you... never.

The words he wasn't sure whether to tell him, only to tell himself again with certainty.

Tharn is being really weird.

Type could only tell himself, turning off the shower, pulling a towel to wipe his body, while thinking of the last two or three days...

The devilish way the drummer likes to snuggle up to him, hugging and kissing and kissing until he was leaving, several going on times like this, plus sleeping in the middle of the night cuddled so tightly that Type was almost breathless.

So Type shook his head.

Is this the reason he's not even past his promotional period, which is why he's clinging to him even more than he was in the heat of the moment in the beginning?

The man who shook his head so thoughtfully, but couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Lover man." Type cursed with a smile, then proceeded to dress up, put on crappy shorts and hang his T-shirt, but not before stepping out of the bathroom.

A sudden growl from the pit of his stomach made him pat his fat-free stomach before he remembered.

It's 11:30 p.m. it’s been a while since I ate at 4 or 5 p.m.

What other diners are open now?

The man who opened the bathroom door and walked out so thoughtfully, only to see the one who could take him out looking for something and he sitting quietly in front of his computer and several books from the library, except that he only focused on the phone and he was typing, deleting and then fvcking typing it again.

Ha, Ai’Hiaa is he doing.

Sudden

Whew!!!!

"Ugh!"

BANG!!!

That thought caused Type to walk over and get close, then grab his shoulders with both hands, and what happened after that made Type startled, for Tharn was not only startled, but stood up abruptly and brushed off both his hands so that the seated chair fell with a thud, causing the man who was gripping his shoulders to raise his hand to hang in the air, he looked at the man whose eyes were open as if he had seen a ghost.

It looks like Type can't smile either.

"What's the matter with you?" The question made him find his senses and shake his head.

"Nothing"

"And said nothing, you suddenly stood up, scared me... why, who are you talking to?" thus Type then turned his face away, his sight resting on the direction of the phone, which caused the person listening to hold it firmly in his hand.

Then shook his head.

"Nothing, you came over unawares and you scared me to death."

"Who are you talking to?" But Type didn't want to let that go, as he kept staring and lifting while getting his hands up, it's like he was saying... show me.

It doesn't matter if others will say I'm jealous when they find out, I'm type that says prevention is better than cure.

The man who was wagging his finger so thoughtfully that there must be something wrong if he didn't show it, and Tharn looked at the hand.

Glanced back.

"Take it." He said he'd bring it to Type to unlock the screen, so he tapped into the positive

The chat window in the open line.

[Don't forget to bring the report tomorrow]

The last message sent by the other party was not someone else... Ai’Lhong.

And what is being typed is [I see...] it's like Tharn hasn't finished typing.

"I was just talking about the report and just saw something of interest worth adding that I forgot." Meanwhile, Tharn.

Satisfied with answer, made the person listening to nod, and hand the phone back to him.

"Well, sorry about that, just thought you were acting suspicious." Type said with a smile, while Tharn just forcefully breathed through his nose.

"I have no second thoughts about you."

"Well, I wanted to talk about going out and finding something to eat." As soon as he felt comfortable, the southern boy went back to his old self.

Subject closed, walked over and hung up the towel, then turned around and smiled.

"Go out and get something to eat."

"I have reports to make." He said, pointing at the laptop as he did so, making the corners of the mouths of those listening arch.

"Take it out and do it when we get there... I know it's my husband and I must all go along with him."

Sudden

Type this person is surer that this method works because just saying the word "Husband".

Tharn just froze, eyes wide in disbelief as he dared to speak out, but for someone like Type. There's nothing such people wouldn't dare do.

"Honey, how's it going, going?"

Sudden

Action took the place of an answer, and Tharn turned and walked over to his laptop, closed the screen, and clamped it in his armpit and he walked quickly to get the car keys, then turned to look around.

"Whatever wife wants to eat, feel free to order it."

This made Type laugh, not to say anything about this husband wife thing, and walked over to hug the one who pretended to be very endearing and licked r the neck of a confident and powerful man.

"Very well, follow me, and your life will be pleasant."

"I'm becoming a wife-bearer."

"Or are you not afraid?" When he tipped back, Type tipped back as well, raising his eyebrows slightly at the same time, letting that polar ice cube turned to face each other, and then he smiled.

"If you want me to be afraid of you, I can be afraid of you." The man who listened laughed and shook his head while pushing him out of the room, proceeded to lock the door, and walked together. And the guy who just said the word "husband" for the first time sighed.

It's not that scary to call a husband and wife, but I don't say it often... Wait, you get my heart.

The one who smiled contentedly thought so, there was a fatal point to packing up that orchestra dudes.

At a time like this, the only restaurants to find should be those bars still open, but the one that wants too many people, without hesitation, he told his loved ones where they should drive to.

How about McDonald's?

It's not cheap, but its open 24 hours a day, plus there aren't many people in the middle of the night, so it's good for a sit-down.

Looking for something to eat, and watching the man do the reports.

"You do your report, if you want anything, I'll buy it for you later."

"Just get me the cheeseburger." Tharn said to the man, as he pulled out his wallet, while taking out a thousand note and become one of the people who will be destitute by the end of that month will have the money not to take it.

I don't know how many times I'll get it anyway.

"You'll get fat oh." Type teases the one that stayed in shape (but drinks a can of Sprite a day)

The man turned around and smiled badly.

"Then after you eat, you'll help me exercise." The words made Type laugh and raise his middle finger.

Bounced his face for a moment.

No offense at his invitation to do outdoor sports in front of a large crowd, but...

"Exercise after you eat, cramps will end you stupid." Whistling after the scolding, he walked to the counter and let Tharn loose sit that way, but then his laughter was heard.

There's no refusal, because there's no such thing as always in bed for life, but if you do it always on the bed you'll die of colic and vomit in bed.

What to do when you throw up.

The one who ordered a meal for a loved one thinks so much and then orders some for himself too. It wasn't long before the food on the tray was brought over, cheeseburgers, fries, large cups of cocoa and the double cheeseburger were carried to the innermost table, where Tharn was black-faced and constantly at the computer typing.

And he turned around in time to see the tray of food.

"Call me fat, but you're eating double-decker again."

"I played for over three hours today and my body needed to replenish its calories." Type was so sure he wouldn't be able to grow extra fat, he said, "because the training was brutal, hard, and because he was being taught by his teacher that he can't get fat if you eat this stuff.

After saying that, he moved over to sit on the same side as Tharn, took off his shoes, and then lifted his feet on the chair.

It's like being at home.

Then it's time to get the burger, rip the wrapper off, and start eating.

"It's so cute to watch you eat."

"Ah!" Type could only respond curiously, turning to the one next to him who was watching.

Him, and so lowered his head to look at him.

It's not cute...

"Just eating like a child... like a child." He added, making the cute eating man think.

La, not thinking how cute, but thinking my husband's brain is definitely twisted!

Ai’Hiaa, just sitting on your knees with your calves on the table in front of you, both hands wrapped around your legs. The burger in the middle, plus eating it with your chin in your lap and gobbling it up, that's what is so cute.

"Crazy." Type shakes his head, but doesn't quite put his foot down yet, other than to push the tray over to that with his hands.

One person who stopped writing reports.

"You won't eat it yet, or it won't taste good cold."

"Well, I forgot to tell you, I don't want pickles."

"You're so full of shit!" Type just scolded him for being with him for a long time, except for knowing he likes most things aside from the chillies, now it had evolve to the point of knowing what Tharn hates, and things the man raised to look like a super prince.

In fact, Tharn can eat everything, just not some of the stuff that's mixed in, like

Eat a burger, don't like pickles; can eat salmon, but it must be cooked; eat a green papaya salad, but no beans; eat every kind of bread, but no white sesame seeds on bread; fried rice, but no beans... see, that's a lot to do.

The man who glanced in disgust thought so, but...

Type put his foot down, picked up his burger and unfolded it, so he pushed out the bun in front of him and took

Pulled up the stiff French fry sticks and picked out some pickled cucumbers.

"I'm not your mother." Tharn muttered as he helped pick out the pickles, and turned his chin.

Laughter.

"Well, you are certainly not my Mom."

Sudden

"Don't mess with my head." Then he reached over and grabbed his hair, and Type had to twist his neck to break free.

Turning to give him a blank stare, he grinned instead.

"Not my mom, but you're the wife... the wife I love."

Sudden

Type was quiet for a moment, then bent down and picked up the piece of bread above as usual, and made his way to push it towards Tharn.

"Eat." Just say it like that, and don't mess around, don't pick a fight, don't make fun, because it would be... embarrassing.

Ai’Shiaa, they have to calm things down inside a McDonald's!

The dark-skinned boy pouted, then came back to sit and eat like he had just done, and didn't care that the one who eats while doing the reporting. Before long, the burger of some unknown flavor was wiped out, gulping.

Drink your drink and get up.

“Where are you going?"

"Do I have to tell you?" When he asked, he turned his head to snarl, but didn't answer, and headed for the bathroom not far behind.

"Cheeky." The southern boy grumbled while going to the bathroom until he walked over and washed his hands.

That's what he found out.

The bathroom in this restaurant is huge.

The man who looked around at the bathroom thought so, and then realized that this bathroom was both spacious and clean, and

Seems like someone just came to finish cleaning, plus privacy is high because of a building like this, plus tomorrow is a work day, so not many people came to have dinner here.

At the thought of that, the good-looking face gradually twitched with a bad smile.

"Ai’Tharn..."

"Huh?"

Type opened the bathroom door, probed out, and beckons for the man sitting alone, it was he who turned his head to look, raising an eyebrow as if to ask.

"Come here a minute."

He walked over with a bewildered look on his face, but walked over anyway, probably worried that something was wrong with him, but sorry he pulled he chain doesn't pull tight because I'm wearing shorts... the kind that come off easily.

"What's wrong...?”

Sudden

Before Tharn could finish his question, Type grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, quickly closing the door and still locked it. So turned around and then... pushed Tharn a bit until he was near the bathroom wall.

"What are you doing?" Though curious, Tharn was instead calmer than expected, so Type asked back.

"Do you remember when Ai’No came to stay with us?"

"Well," of course, he had to remember, and continued.

"That was freaking exciting." This time Tharn narrowed his eyes and raised his arms to his chest.

"You don't say..."

"Hmm!" Without waiting for him to finish, Type interjected in response, then turned around and ripped off a bunch of paper towels turn on the faucet, dip the water until they werewet, then turn around to the man leaning against the wall.

Slippery

"It's better to come here and let you burn off some calories." So, Type just licked his mouth and... Tharn's pants were ripped off.

At the same time Tharn sighed and looked willing to lift his feet to get Type to pull his pants off, because likewise he will be afraid, so cautioned.

"You hurry up ah, this isn't home."

"Stay still." Type said, because he knew without reminding, so...

He was taken aback

"Ai’Shiaa! I'm cold." Of course, how can he not jump, because Type wants to take?

The soaked paper scratched into the meat stick, then wiped the entire stick until he was startled.

Looks like he wants to curse, but it should be cool, because the part in demand is going to come with tools.

Fvck I am starting to get addictive.

"Consider it a special service that you will have."

The exchange went on for a while, swapping out various poses and how many of them only came from to Tharn.

The man who was kneeling down thought so, holding his brother in both hands and tugging at the same thing that woke him up. The same desire suddenly and instantly popped up to try doing it out in the open.

"This hardness of yours rise so fast, it's really hard in a flash." Southern boy can't figure out that this is a compliment yet. Tharn was cursing him as he himself breathed heavily and grabbed Type's head as the thing in his hands was hardening.

The expression began to change as the gravity was defied.

"Like it." How dare he? I can't say I like men.

"Just shut up and groan for me."

Slippery

Saying that and grabbing, Type didn't hesitate to lick his tongue (which had already been wiped) and the sharp face moved up and down, the tip of his tongue licked back and forth, glancing at Tharn's now changed expression and eyes.

Tharn was so full of lxst now, his face was like a magic beast.

Loving the look on his face now, so he clutched the rolling stick of flesh, moving his lips and tongue back and forth.

Hearing Tharn's low, contented groan, the other hand moved over to the glans and stroked back and forth.

It's not bad to let your palm rub against it, to feel the heat and the hardness.

Sudden

"Aren’t you shy?"

"You're like a rock now, too." Type almost cursed as Tharn's hand was bringing him pleasure.

Instead, Tharn lifted his foot and gently rubbed the center of the meat stick until Type whisked his foot out, and he pushed his legs away too, took off his shoes, and rubbed his toes up and down again.

The act caused the bearer to jerk violently.

"Don't say like that."

"Bastrd!" Type cursed, but argued no more, and while he was rubbing his feet up and down, Type

Instead, he was so fluffy that he was willing to take off his pants under his arms, allowing Tharn to touch his brother more closely.

Now Tharn was touching his brother, rubbing it up and down as if goosebumps had risen. He also stroked the glans with the split between his thumb and forefinger until Type suppressed the whines that were about to scream out.

Sending his whole stick of flesh into his mouth challenged him, sucking hard and listening to his excessive gasping.

"Do it again... yeah..." he called out, but his legs were still fiddling with Type's brother.

Stroking and rubbing again until the thought of asking him, can you do this with every part of your body?

Not only will it do, I am freaking good at it.

"Shame on you... Ai’Shiaa... what are you rubbing." Type pushes his body out a little and bends down to look at himself, he was stroking incessantly, filling the soles of his feet with transparent liquid. At this moment, his own hand was just as hard.

I'm going to help him out.

"That's exciting." Tharn made an evil face and is not a good man in any way, but as bad as they come and before he could think too much, Tharn grabbed his wrist and pulled him up to stand straight until he was eye to eye, okay. He liked a good look, and then he pulled Type's waist over to come close in with his own.

Of course, the fiery stick of flesh pressing against his was tighter than his when it was being kissed and tongue licking.

"I... this way."

"That's awesome." Type grunted, bending down to look at the tightly pressed stick of meat, and then the most attractive thing was Tharn's hand that grasped both of the sticks, forcing the move as the body closed in, until the smooth gasp was heard every time.

Along with a squishy liquid friction sound.

At this moment, their lxst was surging, blazing hot, sweat permeating their backs and hearts beating faster, panting, still trying to squeeze his waist, tighter, as if he was thrusting, but it's just rubbing on the outside, and Type feels like he's about to come.

Must be because he just played football, so his body is prone to reawakening.

 Breaking or snapping

"Ugh, someone's in the bathroom." Then, when the bathroom door shook, as if someone outside was trying to open the door and come in, but it was locked, Type was startled until he heard footsteps leaving, but that also means they are going to hold on tight, because the people walking back to their seats will be back later.

Sudden

The thought caused Type to grab Tharn's neck and kiss him, both refusing to concede a deep kiss kept licking their tongues until the sound of kissing spread, each were doing their best to hold back a groan while helping each other stroke until the snapping sound came out.

"Excited? Shame on you." Tharn asked, making Type bite his neck.

"Hmm! The excitement is about to beat out of my chest... you, faster..."

 Breaking or snapping

The bathroom door shook again, bringing a thrill that satisfied the invitee man, as Type moved his hands more, moved his arms to rub, and also kisses the other man’s mouths more heavily, his heart beating faster.

It's like thinking about what would happen if someone came and found out what they were doing in the bathroom. The idea is.

It's more exciting to have someone to see...

 Snapping

Sudden

He came so easily with that excitement.

I must be crazy.

Type cursed himself while immediately stepping back, getting a paper to wipe himself clean, and then pulling his pants to put them on quickly.

And the other side kept its eyes open.

"Hey, what about me...?" now Tharn didn't release yet, but Type just arched the corner of his mouth.

"If you've got hands, take care of it yourself. It's a shame if people see us both walking out at the same time." The southern boy whispered, and looked in the mirror again to see nothing unusual (except a flushed face and sweat permeating his back, as if he had just returned from a workout), so he held his ear to the door and made sure he didn't hear anything.

He glanced at his lover.

The image of him jerking himself made Type laugh evily.

"Good luck with that!" Type whispered, while those who listened cursed.

"You fvcking bastrd!"

Well, curse all you want now, because I'm done with it.”

The man who had suddenly darted out of the bathroom so thoughtfully, hearing Tharn rush to lock the door.

Mean while running back to his seat himself and turning his head to look out the window, pretending that nothing had happened, including... the super exciting things.

Then Type closed Tharn's laptop, sat down with a drink, and after a while, Tharn menacing face came out, but Type apparently found it amusing until a loud laugh broke out, making Tharn grab him by the shoulders and said, "We go back." He just said one word, and Type got up to help him.

Get something.

Type laughed out loud until he walked out of the restaurant, got in the car and got ready, and the driver gave him a mean look over.

"Later, I'll make you end up in the air and leave you!"

"Haha, come on, try it next time." Type blurted back, as sure as he was angry, though not for the irritation of dragging him to the public bathroom, but for letting him shoot alone. According to Tharn's character, what he threatens is not likely to happen.

Tharn was very good at the bed thing, and almost every time Tharn came after sending Type to heaven first.

So, he wouldn't finish it alone first, which would have been scolded and would have damaged his reputation.

"So when is the next time good?" Type asked with a raised eyebrow, causing him to push himself with all his might.

Once, but this time not angry. "When is it not known, but definitely not that place?"

Perhaps, they won't be able to come to this McDonald's for a long time.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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