As they walk, the rustling of leaves from small animals can be heard.
Daeng is scared and tightens his grip on Kiat's shirt.
Kiat is already holding Daeng's hand; feeling that Daeng is afraid, he slows his pace and holds Daeng's hand more tightly.
"We are already here," Kiat says. Daeng looks up in surprise.
High in a big, old tree sits a hut. It is made of old wood that is moldy and smells of age, yet it feels warm and cozy, as if it holds many memories.
Daeng slowly moves closer to Kiat and asks, "Did you build it?"
"No, it was built by someone I knew when I was a kid," Kiat says.
"But I heard from Chim... you were not born in Vittaburi," Daeng says. His face was full of doubt as he asked.
"No. I came here sometimes to see my best friend... you could say he was the only best friend I had." A hint of pain reflects in Kiat's voice.
Daeng can feel it. He wants to comfort him.
Daeng says, looking at the hut, "It's warm..."
He looks at Kiat and takes the lead, holding Kiat's hand and walking in front to guide him.
Kiat hesitates to take a step; he is struggling to control his emotions, but Daeng pulls him forward.
Every wooden step is slippery and green with moss, like it has been years since anyone came here.
They walk inside carefully.
The hut is empty, filled only with dark green vines.
There are holes in the walls, and through them, the darkness disappears.
In the moonlight, they can see each other's faces more clearly.
Kiat looks around, and Daeng can feel his pain.
Daeng slowly hugs him from behind.
Kiat holds Daeng's hands and says, "I didn't plan to come here, but I am relieved you are with me."
Daeng wants to ask more, but he stays quiet.
Then Kiat asks, "Why aren't you asking anything?"
"Because I feel it is something hard for you to share," Daeng says, his voice getting stuck in his throat.
Kiat turns around.
Daeng's tears are already wetting his cheeks.
Kiat presses his cheek against Daeng's and whispers, "You can... you can ask."
Daeng asks, his voice full of pain. He takes heavy breaths.
Kiat looks into the distance, his eyes unfocused as he speaks.
"I came here with that friend. We played and came here a lot. He also came to visit my house. We played, we shared... until that happened. You know every high-ranking family has power struggles, so meeting him was hard. He was in Vittaburi, and I was somewhere far away. He gave me something even my brother didn't give. He taught me...taught me...." Kiat stops suddenly.
As Kiat speaks, he holds Daeng more tightly. His breathing is not normal.
Kiat thinks to himself:
"He taught me how to cry... how to be a human." He holds Daeng even tighter.
Daeng feels the heat from Kiat's breath; his heart beats with anger.
Daeng asks, "Can I ask where he is?"
Kiat doesn't reply. He thinks, "He is gone... without even telling me he was gone. How could he do that, right?"
Daeng understands the answer from Kiat's silence.
Daeng slowly looks at Kiat and touches Kiat's lips while crying.
"Khun Kiat, I think I know now... I think I have the answer. I think I found it," Daeng says.
Kiat wonders what he means. Daeng continues, "I think it's love, Khun Kiat."
Daeng holds his chest and says, his eyes full of tears, 'It hurts...'"
Daeng looks at Kiat, his tears falling and his voice shivering. "I think I love you."
As he speaks, he breaks down, as if he has finally found the truth.
Kiat touches his own chest, feeling a sharp pain as he sees Daeng break down.
He pulls Daeng into his arms and covers him.
"I also think I have fallen for you, Nong Daeng," Kiat says.
They look at each other. Kiat slowly touches Daeng's hair and tucks it behind his ear.
As their lips touch, Kiat pulls Daeng by the waist.
Kiat slowly slips his hand under Daeng's shirt, his fingers touching Daeng's chest.
Kiat presses firmly, and Daeng grips Kiat's neck harder.
Their heat becomes one; the smell of sweat and the wetness of the rain blend together.
"Khun Kiat... I like it," Daeng whispers. "I like your smell."
Hearing this, Kiat quickly moves and lays Daeng down on the wooden floor, even though it is wet and smells of old wood.
'It hurt.' Daeng touched the floor before he lay down. Kiat, with a lingering smile, took off his shirt and laid it down. He grabbed Daeng and laid him there. Kiat whispered, 'It's going to be harder,' as he spoke.
As Kiat takes off his shirt, Daeng is completely flustered.
He touches Kiat's chest, then sits up slowly to press his lips against Kiat's skin.
As Daeng touches every part of Kiat's skin with his lips, Kiat looks captivated.
Kiat slowly starts to take off Daeng's shirt.
"The buttons are stubborn... it's hard to take off," Kiat says with a small smile. Daeng smiles back.
Daeng's feet touch Kiat's hips. As Kiat slowly removes Daeng's pants, his hands feel cold.
The coldness makes Daeng's feelings even more intense.
Daeng's body slowly turns the color of a peach.
Kiat licks Daeng's foot. Daeng whispers that "it's dirty," but Kiat doesn't care.
"It's sweet," Kiat says.
Daeng flusters even more as Kiat moves higher, leaving red marks with his lips.
Kiat moves deep, his tongue touching the opening. Both of Daeng's legs shiver. His soft voice turns into moans that mix with the rustling of the wild trees outside.
Daeng feels so hot even as his body trembles.
He touches Kiat's hair. Kiat looks up, takes Daeng's hand, and guides it to touch him.
"Nong Daeng... it's hard, right?" Kiat asks.
Daeng nods. Kiat's other hand stays on Daeng's softest part.
Kiat uses his tongue, and Daeng moans, "Mmm... ahhh..."
It was small but soft; Kiat swallowed it while using his tongue to make Daeng moan more.
Kiat's other hand slowly entered the opening—a wet, small opening—where he took his finger inside while the sound of
Daeng became uncontrollable. His voice was a mix of pain and pleasure.
It was wet inside of Daeng. Kiat slowly moved to his nipples; his tongue licked until it became a mark.
The previous mark was still there as he made a new one.
Suddenly, rain started pouring. Only in the forest was it raining.
Through the small holes from above, the water drops fell; it was beautiful. It touched the skin of Daeng. Kiat licked the drops that fell on Daeng's skin.
Kiat took off his pants. Daeng is surprised and slightly scared. Kiat slowly whispered, "Don't be scared."
Daeng nodded as if he were okay.
Kiat asked, "Do you want to touch?" As Kiat asked, Daeng looked at Kiat and thought
"How could it be this big? I am scared..." He gulped.
Daeng avoided Kiat; with a blushing face, he could feel his whole body was hot.
Kiat slowly said, "Don't avoid me... Nong Daeng... please don't avoid me."
As Kiat and Daeng looked at each other, Kiat slowly tried to enter the inside of Daeng.
His big, rough, hard thing slowly slipped into the wet, small opening of Daeng.
Daeng felt intense pain; he shivered because it was not only painful, but also because he liked it.
Kiat's hips slowly moved as he increased the intensity. Daeng covered his face, his sounds still echoing.
Kiat removed Daeng's hands from his face and said, "I want to see your face."
As Kiat moved, Daeng moved. Kiat's breathing was heavy and hot while Daeng was panting and trying to hold his breath.
Kiat slowly told him to take a breath.
Kiat grabbed Daeng and let him sit on top.
As he tried to enter, it slipped away with a drop of water.
It made Daeng shiver, and flustered, he hugged Kiat and hid his face on his shoulder.
Kiat said, "You came, but I am still not halfway."
As Kiat spoke, he slowly slipped back inside. Kiat said, "Can you try to move?"
Daeng nodded and moved his body and hips.
"Dear... can you be faster?" Kiat asked.
Daeng stopped and looked at Kiat as if Kiat had done something wrong.
Kiat touched Daeng's hair. "So it's my fault? Then move as you want."
Daeng slowly moved as he wanted. Daeng moaned hard, and as he stopped, he touched his soft thing. Something came out again. With a shy face, he hugged Kiat tightly while Kiat held back his laugh.
As they continued, Kiat moved even faster.
Daeng couldn't keep up with him. He looked back; from behind, Kiat's hips were pressed hard against him.
They were both standing, and Daeng was already wet both inside and outside.
It slipped again because of the wetness.
Kiat knelt and lifted one of Daeng's feet. He slowly used his tongue to clean the opening and the inside of Daeng.
Daeng moaned, "Mmm... ahhh... Khun... it's enough..."
Kiat stood up and tried to slip inside again.
He started to move faster.
The heat filled the hut while the forest remained cold.
The sound of them hitting was hard to ignore; it awakened the small insects and the wild trees.
Daeng was tired; doing it continually exhausted him.
Daeng's body was full of red marks. Kiat wasn't stopping; he moved even faster.
Kiat thought, "It's not enough... how can I make you only mine?"
As Kiat moved faster, something filled the inside of Daeng.
Daeng looked at Kiat, and Kiat stopped.
Both were breathing hard. Their bodies were sweaty and sticky. Drops of sweat filled the floor.
As Daeng felt cold inside, Kiat said, "Sorry." Kiat tried to use his fingers inside, but it wasn't enough as Daeng shivered.
"Khun... it's cold..." Daeng said.
Kiat kissed Daeng's forehead and lips. He said, "You can hear the sound, right? There is a river. Let's take a bath, but it will be cold."
Daeng nodded and said, "It's alright..."
Kiat whispered, "Can we do it again? Let's do it again before we bathe."
With a pouted face, Daeng said, "But it's already been so much. Khun, you... are really..."
Kiat licked Daeng's ear to make him stop speaking.
Kiat started everything from the beginning again.
The night went into the cold, dark morning.
Everything was fully asleep while the two of them shared their heat together.