A/N: If you already read the part before this one, please reread as I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter the first time. Sorry!

"Goddammit," Techno says loud enough that Tharn or type would hear if they were home. "I'm never gonna get the job at this rate. Shit."

"Please have some confidence, P'No. I know you can do it, " Kengkla says, not for the first time. "I'm sorry if I haven't been helping enough."

There's a groan of frustration, the rustle of fabric as Techno lies back against his sheets, head hitting the pillow. He closes his eyes but can practically feel Kengkla staring at him from where he's sitting cross-legged near the foot of the bed.

"It's not you, Ai Kla. It's me. I'm a damn fool. We've been studying for like hours, and I sound worse than before, " Techno complains, rubbing his temples as if it would make his headache go away.

When he opens his eyes, Kengkla is indeed staring at him, but he's leaning closer with one hand on the bed holding himself up. He's not quite hovering over Techno but certainly on his way. Techno's eyes widen, as does Kengkla's eyes. "Maybe P'No should take a break," Kengkla says and backs away, sitting back on his legs with a grin.

Techno heaves a sigh. "Not too long," He replies after a few seconds of consideration. Maybe a break would do him some good, but he's not sure what kind of break Kengkla intends. "We should get something to eat."

"Yes, P'No. I'm feeling hungry," Kengkla says, his voice bright and as aggressively enthusiastic as his smile. It feels like a personal attack to Techno's tired mind.

He sits up on the bed so he can reach up to press his fingers into his hair and try to claim a moment to collect himself. Kengkla hums what sounds like laughter in the back of his throat. "What are we having to eat? I can think of a few tasty things," Kengkla tells him. Techno can't see anything, rubbing his face, but he can hear Kengkla's smile under the words without any need to see it directly.

"We'll see what Ai' Tharn and Ai' Type have in the kitchen," Techno mumbles, getting up from the bed and heading toward the door. He pauses in his stride with a thought then glances back at Kengkla who blinks up at him, looking as if he is about to follow Techno. "Uh, just wait here, Ai' Kla. P' will be right back, okay?"

Kengkla nods but doesn't say anything else, and Techno leaves him in the spare room Techno's been sleeping in since staying with Type and Tharn. Luckily, they even have an extra room, well, technically a room. It's really more like a closet with how small it is. The end of the bed almost hits the other wall. The kitchen isn't that far away, and Techno stands in front of the pantry once he reaches the room.

He's not really hungry. They had a good dinner even though it was at the mall, so really, he's just trying to escape study and maybe get away from Kengkla for a moment. It's a little overwhelming to spend such a long time with the other and be constantly complimented despite feeling so insecure and awkward. Techno's cheeks go warm on the memory of Kengkla handsome yet fond smile while waiting for Techno's answer to a practice question, of Kengkla's soft laugh when Techno feels frustrated and gives a stupid answer.

Techno can feel his heart skip and puts his hand down on the kitchen counter, trying to remember the task at hand. He flips open one of the cupboards and stares into the contents: a bag of pandan coconut cookies with cashews, potato chips, peanuts, and seaweed strips. "A' Type can deal with it," He whispers to himself and grabs the bag of cookies.

It's not like Type will notice, he tells himself then hurries back to the spare room, leaving the kitchen. Kengkla is standing near the bedside table, leaning down slightly when Techno walks in. There's a clinking sound, wood hitting wood, and then Kengkla's straightening up to look at Techno. "P'No brought me cookies!" Kengkla cheers, just as Techno's awareness is catching up to what was happening before he walked in the room.

Then Kengkla's walking toward him, and Techno loses his focus. "Uh, yeah?" He says, holding out the bag of cookies, which Kengkla takes with a smile.

"P'No, sit down, sit down," Kengkla tells him, but before Techno can protest, Kengkla touches his shoulder to steer him to sit on the bed.

"What for?" Techno protests, but the words have all the force his protests to Kenkla ever do, which is to say very little at all, and he's sitting down on the bed.

Kengkla is opening the bag while he takes a seat next to Techno on the bed, still smiling, and Techno begins wondering if Kengkla plans to eat all the cookies. He looks away from Kengkla at the blank wall of the spare room, ready to get up and find his own snack; then he feels fingers at his face. Techno turns his head to face Kengkla, but Kengkla's fingers catch against his skin, holding his jaw in a soft grip. "P'No, aren't you hungry?" Kengkla coos. "Let me feed you."

Techno opens his mouth to object but Kengkla steers a cookie into his mouth. Frosting catches at the corner of Techno's lip when he closes his lips around the cookie, and Kengkla draws his hand back with a grin.

It happens in a matter of seconds. Techno blinks hard, trying to process the unexpected weight of the cookie while he watches Kengkla licking at the bit of frosting on his fingers from where he just fed Techno. Kengkla's been using so man food euphemisms, and now he's literally feeding Techno. It's ridiculously sexual, and Techno can feel his lips tingle from where Kengkla has touched him.

"Did P'Type bake these?" Kengkla asks randomly.

Techno swallows. His mouth is filled with the sweetness of the cookie, his nose with the smell of cashews. "No," He says, cheeks flushing to heat. "Ai' Tharn did."

"P'Tharn is a good cook," Kengkla says, reaching for another cookie. "He's P'Type's boyfriend, right? Do you eat his cooking often?"

"Yeah, he is. And not really. I just didn't like anything else they had in the kitchen," Techno explains. "But these aren't my favorite either...a little too sweet." Techno begins licking against the sugar caught at the corner of his mouth, and Kengkla's gaze zones in on his lips.

Kengkla's mouth pulls into a grin, and his eyes go so dark in the shadows they look almost black. "P'No," He purrs the others name. "Nothing is as sweet as you. " Techno stiffens with a rush of self-consciousness, cheeks burning into embarrassed heat.

"You missed some frosting though," Kengkla says, lifting a hand to touch a finger just against Techno's lower lip. Techno's breath catches, startled by the weight of Kengkla's fingers against his mouth, and Kengkla's leaning in before Techno's figured out how to smooth his inhale.

Kengkla presses his mouth soft against Techno's as he draws his fingers back to grip Techno's shoulder. Techno gasps at the sudden kiss but realizes his mistake when Kengkla's tongue swipes at the starting part of Techno's lips. The contact is deliberate and forceful, but Kengkla's lips are sweet from the wayward frosting.

Techno can feel his lashes flutter as if the burden of them has become too much to bear, his scattered focus giving way. Kengkla's hand on his shoulder slides up over the line of Techno's neck, thumb dipping to press against the fluttering pulse. He stays like that for a breathless moment before dipping his hand around to curl at the back of Techno's head.

Immediately, he loses the battle within himself to stop Kengkla and presses his hand down against the bed to brace himself upright. But Kengkla only leans in closer and licks against Techno's mouth, tracing the line of his lips with his tongue. Not that there's anything left for Kengkla to taste but Techno himself.

The friction is slow, focused, weighted with intent. By the time Kengkla draws back to exhale over Techno's kiss-damp lips, Techno can feel his cheeks all but glowing with heat, can feel his breath catching and straining in his chest. He didn't see this coming, but something tells him he should have.

"P'No is definitely the sweetest," Kengkla says, sounding like a cat with the taste of cream still sweet on its tongue.

When Techno opens his eyes, Kengkla is watching him, his mouth quirks into a smirk as dark as his eyes. Techno presses his lips together to mute himself, catches the sound at the back of his throat and swallows. The room is so silent that he's sure Kengkla can hear the thud of his heart.

Techno blinks and swallows again; then he opens his mouth, and lets "Ai Kla" spill out into the desperate plea it wants to become.

Kengkla's eyes widen. "Yes?" He purrs and shifts the hand at Techno's neck up to run his fingers through the others hair. It's a comforting touch that soothes his slowly disappearing, and Techno stares at Kengkla while he considers his next words carefully.

"I think it's-maybe you should head home. Uh, it's getting kinda late. I don't want your - I mean... you have school tomorrow," Techno tells him. Part of him - the part he knows is responsible for reacting to Kengkls' kiss and letting the other feed him - doesn't want Kengkla to leave. Kengkla has been helpful with preparing for the interview, asking the right questions and giving good answers, or answers Techno can assume are right.

"Is P'No moving in here?" Kenkla aks without meeting Techno's gaze as he looks away and retracts his hand from Techno's hair. His mouth is caught into a frown as he stares off into the distance; he looks like he's considering something unpleasant.

Techno wonders if Kengkla is disgusted by how messy Techno's kept Type's spare room, but he tries to remember to stay on topic. He needs Kengkla to leave so he can get some sleep and get to class then the interview. "Uh, no," He answers with a shrug. "Ai' Type might kill me. He needs alone time with his husband." Techno mumbles this then laughs to himself when Kengkla looks at him with a smile. "Anyway, I don't know. I kind of want to move out since Ai' Technic is so damn annoying lately and my parents are- well, I guess they're okay. But shit, it's nice to be away. Then again, if I get this internship, then it would be pretty far away from my house..."

Then Techno trails off, realizing he's rambling and not on topic at all, but Kengkla stays silent throughout until Techno looks at him with a forced grin. "Wow, I guess my mouth can run sometimes. Uh, you drove here right? So you don't need a ride back?" Kengkla's frowning at him, his expression falling to shadow, but Techno doesn't look at him; he's too busy meeting trying to stand up off the bed as if to walk him out.

A hand grips Techno's elbow. "Wait, P'No," Kengkla begs, dragging at the others arm until Techno loses his footing and stumbles back to the bed. Kengkla's eyes are wide, concern so strong in his gaze when Techno looks at him.

Techno reaches behind himself to sit up and face Kengkla. "What is it, Ai Kla?"

" P'No, you said you need an apartment if you get the job," Kengkla tells him, and Techno nods in acknowledgment, wondering where this is going. "My uncle owns a few apartments in that area. We should go look at them tomorrow after I drive you to the interview. ."

Kengkla really is trying to solve all of Techno's problems lately, but Techno feels too much guilt to accept and shakes his head. "No, no. It's okay. I can't afford one anyway. Definitely not with the amount I spend buying all my team snacks... Anyway, they're probably way out of my price range, even with a new job," Techno says in an attempt to brush Kengkla off. "

Techno stiffens when Kengkla leans in closer and almost backs away, but Kengkla grabs Techno's hand, holding it between them. Kengkla's fingers wrap around Techno's, his touch warm and gentle. "My uncle has some in Ps price range. I'm sure of it," Kengkla tells him with a smile.

Techno's hand flexes, tightening on instinct to hold something, and Kengkla's fingers shift against his so Kengkla's thumb slides over his wrist. He's not sure if it's the warmth of Kengkla's hands or the caring suggestion to help find Techno a place, but Techno can barely breathe for the surge of affection in his chest. "Ai' Kla, I think..." He delays his answer, ready to accept. Then Techno catches himself and pulls back in a rush, his hand moving before his mind has even decided what he wants to do.

Kengkla mouth is pulling into a frown, his lip trembling on something too fragile to be anger, and Techno is still trying to make sense of it when Kengkla tips his head down to avoid his gaze. "I'm sorry, P'No. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just trying to help," Kengkla mumbles to the floor.

Techno can feel his shoulders hunch. He practically ripped his hand away from the other, so of course, Kengkla would think he did something wrong. "No, no," He manages, forcing the words out as quick as possible. "You've been helpful, Ai' Kla. P' is just being stupid, okay? Please don't cry. Um, I'll look at the apartment. You have to go to school tomorrow though ..."

"Of course, P'No," Kengkla says, softly and without looking up to meet Techno's gaze.

Out of pure desperation, for Kengkla to look at him and selfishly soothe his own guilt, Techno clasps Kengkla's shoulder as he stands up. When Kengkla looks up at him, Kengkla's almost smiling, eyes wide. "Thank you for helping, really," Techno tells him then chuckles, fingers squeezing his shoulder. "Even if it is embarrassing for me..."

Techno offers Kengkla a lopsided smile, and the younger returns it, reaching up to brush his fingers against Techno's hand at his shoulder. But Techno pulls away and clears his throat. "Anyway, why don't I-" He says and motions forward the door, cutting himself off.

"Walk me to do the door?" Kengkla finishes for him, his smile drawing into a knowing smirk, while he walks past Techno through the door. "I will miss you, P'No."

He huffs a laugh as he follows Kengkla down the hallway toward the front door of Type's apartment. "Ai' Kla, you'll see me in less than 24 hours," He says with a shake of his head.

Kengkla glances over his shoulder at Techno from where he stops in front of the door, and his eyes are wide and innocent. "I always miss you," He says as if it's indisputable.

"All the time," Techno says sarcastically before he can think before he can consider Kengkla's feelings. He catches up a moment after he speaks, feels a shiver run down his spine, but Kengkla appears unfazed, is responding with an easy "Yes, all the time, P'No" before Techno has a chance to flush into self-consciousness.

And by the time Kengkla finally leaves Type's apartment and drives off, with some protesting that Techno quickly shuts down, Techno barely has the focus to spare another thought at preparing for the interview or think about that apartment Kengkla mentions. He simply locks the door, walks down the hallway, and into the spare room he's called home for almost two weeks now.

The room is familiar, the clutter of books and papers on the desk in the corner as easy to dismiss as the clothes on the floor and the half-open drawer of his dresser where he went searching for a different shirt before Kengkla's arrival. Everything is familiar, ordinary, easy; except the smell of Kengkla still clings to the air. Techno keeps his eyes shut and lets himself fall to the bed, inhaling the scent of the other who is now long gone.

Then a few seconds later, his phone dings from the desk, the sound of a text. He doesn't even need to look at it to know who it is.