"You'll be late."

Wait, answer me. This little fucker.. Ah... Owowowowo....... I got to leave for class......Don't be like that...... This is the dorm you have to return to when your day is done.... I'll get my answer..... Owowowow.

Tharn achingly got off the ground and left for his class. All bite marks intact.

Meanwhile Type was in the bathroom, as he constantly kept gazing upon the hickeys implanted on his neck and the little teeth mark on his cheeks. He would take his hand and gently touch the tiny corner of his lips that Tharn grazed his own against.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Type, what were you thinking! Ah how do we together live now. Should I move to a next dorm?" Type argued by himself but then cooled down under the shower as he pouted out his lips.

"But I don't want too. I don't want to find a next dorm."

"I'm sure Tharn wouldn't really care about this. Since highschool you've never seen him once look at you in the way he has looked at his lovers. Except that fucking Kan. I'll kill him the next time I have the chance."

Type continuously talked to himself trying to convince himself and move on.

"His boyfriends were small, cute, perfectly kind and mannerly. Fuck you Tharn. Such a god-damn flirt. Would date them for a while and then breakup. What! Were you a prince! Fuck you, hope you choke and die."

Type could only convince himself by cursing out at Tharn but his mood was only getting sadder as he analyzed the difference of his body from the past boyfriends.

"Always so physical with me although he would hold those smaller frames with the utmost care. Found a guy I would of like to have been with and he's so fucking flirtatious and I definitely wasn't his type."

Sigh.

"Wait why the fuck am I getting sad for that bastard. I've had enough. I wonder how good he'll be able to stand if I challenge the game." Type was staring wickedly into a mirror as he thought that he had enough suffering from that bastard's teasing games.

Okay. Tharn. Hope you're prepared. I don't like giving up.

And you know that I like to make things even.

An eye for and eye.

Meanwhile, Tharn was sitting in his class unbothered by all the stares he was receiving as he was sneezing continuously.

I wonder if someone is talking about me.

I wonder if it is Type.

"Achoo!"

Yep. Definitely Type.

Tharn stayed unbothered from the stares whole day as something else was occupying his mind.

I'm sure Type can't be fully straight. This jerk. Now he reveals something like that. But then again it's Type. I'm sure he isn't gay either.

........ Okay with both?

Ah. Impossible. I would have noticed.

He always pushed me away.

While Tharn was arguing with himself, two best friends were arguing at the sports faculty.

"A mosquito. Really."

"A fucking huge one."

"Just admit it was a wild night with your boyfriend."

"Why are not even questioning that I will have a boyfriend!"

"I found out your roommate is Tharn. I guess you have decided to stop being stupid and went for it."

"It's..... It's..... Fuck you Techno."

"Sigh...... You were so googly eye with him in highschool. But you were still so stupid. Congratulations on not being stupid."

Type slapped Techno behind his head as he muttered.

"Shut up. We're not dating."

"Hm..... But you're chasing this time."

"Fuck you!"

Who the fuck is chasing. I'll make it so that he'll come to me.

Both of Tharn and Type continued their day unbothered by the stares and commentary. They had alot more important things on their minds!!!

Tharn reached home first. So he showered and sat restlessly his bed.

Type reached soon after but went straight to the shower........ And then sat next to Tharn only wearing his boxer shorts.

Tharn got a mini heart attack.

"So about this morning-" Tharn tried to ask but was cut down.

"Turns out we're a kinky couple. Hah. According to the gossip."

"Uhhh... Yeah....So about this mornin-"

"Sounds fun. Why don't we try it." Type rested his hand on the very top of Tharn's thigh.

"I was right. You're not straight!!!"

Type couldn't help but eyeroll. He raised his head and bit a small piece of Tharn's cheek making sure his lips touch a corner of Tharn's lips. Replicating Tharn's action from this morning. He then moved his hand up that he can pin down the mix-blood's chest but was stopped by the hand of the other resting on his slightly red cheeks.

"Okay I get it. Sorry it must of been hard. You don't have to do this for me to believe you. I do. I don't know why you had to worry. I mean it's me."

Type was dumbstruck.

Is he fucking stupid. Can't even take a fucking hint.... Aiii....What goes on in his brain!!!

"Hahahahahahah"

"Type you okay?"

"Haha... Yes... Yes." Type laughed deliriously, "Why did I need to worry? "

"What?"

"Should we enjoy the rumour?"

"By?"

"Doing those stuff."

"Are you okay with that?" Tharn didn't want to question Type more. It felt interesting. Especially since it was Type. The person he-

Tharn immediately stopped his thoughts.

"Yep"

As soon as Type answered he raised his body and now straddled Tharn's stomach.

"Hmmm." Tharn just observed.

Type leaned and perfectly placed his lips on Tharn's.

Interesting.

Tharn didn't hesitate. Why would he?

He responded and quickly asked for his tongue's entrance. Type allowed by protruding his own moist thickness.

The feeling of their entangling tongues and hot pants for air quickly rose the temperature of the room.

"Mm.... Ngh"

Tharn couldn't help but think that it was perfect that Type wore short boxers.

His veiny hands climbed from Type's knees to his upper thighs.

"Ngh... Mm"

His skin feels so fucking good.

"Should we continue?" Tharn teasingly asked with his hand rubbing and slightly squeezing Type's thighs.

"Mm...... Should we?"