Sky was born June 25, 1998 he is an actor and a model. He is the CEO of entertainment company DAO TEM FAH. He is the owner of BURNT, a Bangkok Sandwich Shop and he owns SOMEWAY SOMEHOW, an indie clothing brand.
Sky entered the entertainment industry from a competition Hormones: The Next Gen, he debuted in HORMONES Season 3. He was signed with Nadao Bangkok (2014-2022) his first role was in 2014 (ThirTEEN Terrors as Gap) and he is known for his role in My Ambulance (2019)
He signed with GMMTV in 2023 and in 2024 with GMM he took on the role of Saint in High School Frenemy which was a Thai Remake of Korean Series School 2013.
Nani was born October 30, 1997 he is an actor and model. He is CEO of the agency Rihanna and owns Hannah, a independent clothing brand.
Nani signed with GMMTV in 2020 and made his official acting debut in Thailand's answer to Manga HANA YORI DANGO aka F4: THAILAND in 2021. This story originated in Japan and has many interpretations from Taiwan, Korea, China as well as Japan itself. From the success of F4: Thailand (to some) Nani worked regularly in such titles as Home School and Wednesday Club before he blew everyone away with his performance in High School Frenemy alongside Sky.
Today (the day of this post) Nani reunites with Sky for Fantasy Series WU. And he has 3 other series upcoming 2 of which also star Sky (High & Low Born To Be High and Arrest and Action) and Overdose (which does not include Sky)
HANOI, I LOVE YOU | HOT BROTHER NEXT DOOR (2025, VIETNAM)
TAP. 3 (EPISODE 3)
Cong (Võ Van Thanh) gives his neighbor Phúc (TRUONG CAO KHOA) a ride on his motorbike after Cong and his cohorts help Phúc out of a sticky situation at his bar/café.
Phúc and Cong have a past as childhood friends and neighbors but haven't seen one another in a while. And Cong has changed...
Phúc returns to be with his girlfriend but upon his arrival finds her getting it on with another dude and his plan to live with her goes up in smoke. For now...
But the way Cong looks at Phúc tells a different story..
Two blond teenagers stand next to each other in front of the security line at Heathrow International Airport. The taller-by-a-head one checks his board pass, then looks up at the departure screens again. “I guess we got here a little early.”
They settle down next to each other, the taller one’s carry on suitcase and backpack tucked under their feet. He rests his wrists on the back of the couch in a male sprawl, just enough that the side of his hand touches the other’s shoulder.
They talk. The conversation starts simple, but explodes as aimless conversations do. The hand stays against the shoulder. During a particularly long monologue on the making of espresso, the shorter sprawls as well so their knees brush. They keep that contact, too.
An hour passes like this, stars of touch and soft voices. They each constantly check the time through the hour, knots in their insides. The touches become presses; five minutes.
“I have to go, don’t I.” The taller doesn’t move, but he’s stiff with nerves.
“I suppose,” the shorter sighs. They stand and face each other. The taller bites his lip before swopping in and squeezing him in more than a bear hug.
“I don’t have to go, not really,” he whispers fervidly into his shoulder. The other pats his back slightly awkwardly.
“Oh, Al.” He ducks his face into the crook of his neck to lay a kiss there that the airport crowd can’t see. “Yes you do.”
Al lets him go abruptly and backs away, grabbing his things and slinging them onto his person. “Yeah.” His voice rasps over the single word, and he crosses the room to the international flight security line. The shorter trails behind him, drawn close for those last few seconds.
Al stops just beside the line and turns. “Arthur?” He gulps.
The inevitable is making him irritable. “What?”
Al snorts at the snap and grins. “Aw, c’mere, you.” He holds his arms open, and Arthur rolls his eyes before letting himself be folded away one last time, Al’s face pressed to his hair. His lips move, and it’s just loud enough for Arthur to catch; his shoulders hitch and he pulls away, nodding curtly twice. Al beams.
“Well, see ya later!” He ducks around to the shifted end of the line, dragging fingertips up Arthur’s bared forearm on the way.
Arthur shoots up straight as an arrow, and Al laughs and lets himself be yelled at until he’s too far in the line for convenient speech.
He turns, once, to see Arthur watching him with a peculiar glint.
His mouth twitches in a smile; Arthur’s hand twitches in a wave.
And then he’s gone, and all Arthur can do is shake his hair in front of his eyes as he beelines out the doors to the empty van in the parking lot.
And with this chapter everything is written! There will be two more chapters of the sequel after this and then I will be d o n e
that being said, this chapter was really really nice to write. Once again my Canadian played Matt the wingman, and it was nice to get back in touch with my roots.
This is a nice chapter and I hope y'all like it.
I Am Not American
March 21, 2009
noblebeaversocks: so how goes your excellent adventure? Gotten arrested for public indecency yet?
onceandthefuture: no it's too damn cold for that
noblebeaversocks: is your snot freezing to your nose when you step outside?
onceandthefuture: that was a month ago
onceandthefuture: now we're at the awkward slush part
onceandthefuture: where your feet get wet when you think about stepping outside
onceandthefuture: life sucks
noblebeaversocks: muffinnnnn
noblebeaversocks: is al whining the entire time?
onceandthefuture: did you just call me muffin
noblebeaversocks: would you prefer crumpet?
onceandthefuture: both sound like I'm a cat and I take offense at that
noblebeaversocks: muffykins?
onceandthefuture: now I'm a cat with a lace doily on my head
onceandthefuture: stop it
noblebeaversocks: hahaha, for now
noblebeaversocks: so back to my idiot cousin
noblebeaversocks: how's the cold treating him
onceandthefuture: not well
onceandthefuture: it'd be hilarious if I wasn't being treated the same way
onceandthefuture: stupid northern europe weather
onceandthefuture: oh but we did find you a present
noblebeaversocks: did you now?
onceandthefuture: I'll give you a hint
onceandthefuture: we're in Finland right now
noblebeaversocks: vodka, boring hockey and reindeers?
onceandthefuture: the last one is the closest
noblebeaversocks: you got me rudolph?
noblebeaversocks: or close as in it has hooves and antlers
onceandthefuture: the latter
noblebeaversocks: damn it, i was stoked on the red nose
noblebeaversocks: does it have something to do with the time i took him hunting
onceandthefuture: I'm not sure
onceandthefuture: please, do tell me more
noblebeaversocks: he screamed like a little girl
noblebeaversocks: and fell out of the tree stand
noblebeaversocks: because there was a spider on his neck
noblebeaversocks: which i might've put there
noblebeaversocks: maybe
onceandthefuture: god I'd pay big money to see that
onceandthefuture: how old was he?
noblebeaversocks: 17
noblebeaversocks: he also almost fainted at the blood when i brought it back
onceandthefuture: so it's not not-funny because he was too little to know better
noblebeaversocks: it was a good weekend
onceandthefuture: take me next time
noblebeaversocks: bring warm clothes
noblebeaversocks: so back to my surprise
noblebeaversocks: does it involve moose?
onceandthefuture: does it involve moose
noblebeaversocks: i take it it does then
onceandthefuture: to an almost embarrassing extent
onceandthefuture: but al was having so much fun I couldn't bear it in my heart to stop him
onceandthefuture: the knife with the moose carved in the handle is very nice though
onceandthefuture: if he can get it through security when he leaves
noblebeaversocks: sounds cool
noblebeaversocks: haha remind him not to keep it in his carry on
noblebeaversocks: or maybe don't
noblebeaversocks: him getting detained in finland'd be kinda funny
onceandthefuture: england
onceandthefuture: you don't go through security taking a ferry
noblebeaversocks: ahh you're ferrying it back
onceandthefuture: yup
noblebeaversocks: he milking of your family before going home?
onceandthefuture: ferries around the northern seas
noblebeaversocks: speaking of which when is he back
onceandthefuture: he is very good at the parent sucking up
noblebeaversocks: i'm sick of feeding that monster dog of his
onceandthefuture: sometime in late April
onceandthefuture: like a month from now ish
onceandthefuture: and I'm sure she's not that bad
noblebeaversocks: he's tired of your liberal views on politics, sex and health care?
noblebeaversocks: and she's evil
noblebeaversocks: pure concentrated evil
onceandthefuture: we're all tired of travelling
noblebeaversocks: that someone forgot to mix with 3 cans of water before serving
noblebeaversocks: too many nights pent up in the same hotel room?
onceandthefuture: god
noblebeaversocks: please tell me you got mad at him at least once
noblebeaversocks: and punched him
noblebeaversocks: he deserves it
onceandthefuture: most of our fights rarely get to blows
onceandthefuture: that broken wrist is still sensitive though
onceandthefuture: just fyi
noblebeaversocks: yeah but that was from a girlllll
noblebeaversocks: and al hits weaker than a girl
onceandthefuture: you just think that because you're his size
onceandthefuture: he's not really a lightweight
noblebeaversocks: nah its because he's a girl
onceandthefuture: I think I can attest to that being false
noblebeaversocks: oh can you now
onceandthefuture: I have shared a hotel room with him close to a year now
noblebeaversocks: i've been on enough hockey tournaments to know how that ends
noblebeaversocks: so is my cous all talk and no action?
onceandthefuture: mostly talk
onceandthefuture: you have to get him past that to find the action
noblebeaversocks: no easy nights eg/
noblebeaversocks: eh?*
onceandthefuture: not anymore
noblebeaversocks: anymore?
onceandthefuture: like I said
onceandthefuture: it takes a while to get past the talk
noblebeaversocks: oooh have you moved it out of the bedroom at night?
onceandthefuture: you lost me boy
noblebeaversocks: i may have not slept for far too long
noblebeaversocks: sometimes i wonder what i'm trying to say
noblebeaversocks: then i decide it's not worth the effort
onceandthefuture: man after my own heart
noblebeaversocks: so got any good stories from your recent adventures?
onceandthefuture: hmmm
onceandthefuture: well at one point we did accidentally set a windmill on fire
noblebeaversocks: y....how what that's awesome
noblebeaversocks: tell more
onceandthefuture: hehehe
onceandthefuture: it was right after you and gil left
onceandthefuture: when we were crossing northern europe
onceandthefuture: and we went out exploring one night and there was an abandoned windmill off the road a little way
onceandthefuture: and we were bored so we wandered over there
onceandthefuture: and it was dark and moldy and gross inside
onceandthefuture: and there was some hay
onceandthefuture: and I keep a lighter on me at all times
onceandthefuture: and
onceandthefuture: well we did call the fire department anonymously before we booked it
noblebeaversocks: oh lord
noblebeaversocks: so much win
noblebeaversocks: and so much bad
onceandthefuture: we persuaded toris to leave town a different way the next day
onceandthefuture: they don't know and you're not allowed to tell them
onceandthefuture: btw
onceandthefuture: or al's parents
noblebeaversocks: or any lawful authorities
onceandthefuture: exactly
onceandthefuture: I'm pretty sure burning down a building is a felony in any language
noblebeaversocks: they have a nice fun word for it in english - arson
noblebeaversocks: now all you need is the murder and jaywalking
onceandthefuture: oh we have the jaywalking in buckets
noblebeaversocks: and the murder?
onceandthefuture: still working on that
onceandthefuture: although Al got close to animal murder somewhere in Germany with a bike and a Maltese
onceandthefuture: instead he just dented his rented bike on a lamppost
noblebeaversocks: no broken bones?
onceandthefuture: just broken pride
noblebeaversocks: good, it'll deflate that ego of his a little
onceandthefuture: there was a good amount of ego deflating on this trip
onceandthefuture: like when we went horseback riding in poland
onceandthefuture: and I'm sure you're aware that he rides
onceandthefuture: but it was an English saddle place
noblebeaversocks: and he was showing off like usual?
onceandthefuture: naturally
onceandthefuture: he exists to show off
noblebeaversocks: true that
noblebeaversocks: did he fall off over the head or the rear?
onceandthefuture: even more ignoble
onceandthefuture: the side
noblebeaversocks: ahahhaha
onceandthefuture: he just slipped right off
noblebeaversocks: please never let him live that down
onceandthefuture: of course not
onceandthefuture: and since my parents were rich toffs I was in a saddle from birth
onceandthefuture: it was one of my crowning moments to be able to ride circles around him moaning on the ground without using reins
onceandthefuture: I'll never forget it
noblebeaversocks: as it should be
noblebeaversocks: meet anyone interesting/
onceandthefuture: several
onceandthefuture: the majority of whom were related to toris
onceandthefuture: you know toris right
noblebeaversocks: we talked when you and al were sleeping off a hangover in amsterdam
onceandthefuture: I'll worry more about that later
onceandthefuture: anyway so you know how he's a nervous wreck of a worrywart
noblebeaversocks: yeahhh
onceandthefuture: well there's a reason for that
onceandthefuture: his family is utterly bonkers
noblebeaversocks: seriously?
onceandthefuture: being thrown into a family gathering feels rather like being thrown into a circus while they're collapsing the tent
onceandthefuture: but all the performers are still there
noblebeaversocks: i bet
noblebeaversocks: does he have siblings?
onceandthefuture: strangely no
onceandthefuture: it's all extended family
onceandthefuture: probably explains a lot about how he turned out
noblebeaversocks: i don't doub it
onceandthefuture: he's got more aunts than fingers
noblebeaversocks: and cousins?
onceandthefuture: aunts time five
onceandthefuture: he's the only only child from the whole bunch
noblebeaversocks: damn....
onceandthefuture: everyone else is very... well normally I'd say Catholic
onceandthefuture: but they're orthodox
noblebeaversocks: hahahahah
onceandthefuture: Irish
onceandthefuture: whatever
noblebeaversocks: lots of family dinners
onceandthefuture: oh lord
onceandthefuture: family dinners feel like land battles with troops and plunging horses and churned mud and all the bad things about battles with none of the glroy
noblebeaversocks: and you didn't have a white flag?
onceandthefuture: no such thing
onceandthefuture: surrender is not an option
onceandthefuture: either you eat or get eaten
noblebeaversocks: hahah the fight to the death
noblebeaversocks: I hope you went for their eyes
onceandthefuture: only the children's eyes
onceandthefuture: they're bigger
onceandthefuture: more full of hope
onceandthefuture: taste better
noblebeaversocks: they swarmed you didn't they
onceandthefuture: like cats to not-cat people
noblebeaversocks: hahahaha
onceandthefuture: little demons
noblebeaversocks: and al probably had his own swarm eh/
noblebeaversocks: couldn't rescue you?
onceandthefuture: of course
onceandthefuture: for entirely different reasons
onceandthefuture: children like me because i hate them
onceandthefuture: children like al because he loves them
onceandthefuture: bastard
noblebeaversocks: hahahaha
onceandthefuture: occasionally one of the aunts would step in to save me
onceandthefuture: but it never lasted long
onceandthefuture: but it was nice being with a family for a while
onceandthefuture: they all live in the same area so you can never get away from them for long
onceandthefuture: but it was almost bizarre to see toris loosen up with people besides feliks
noblebeaversocks: yeah i'm having a hard time picturing it
onceandthefuture: strange but true
onceandthefuture: they took feliks's... feliks pretty well
onceandthefuture: for an eastern european clan
noblebeaversocks: hahahahahaha
noblebeaversocks: no more attempts to set toris up with that nice girl down the street
noblebeaversocks: apparently she was 200 pounds and looks like a cow
noblebeaversocks: but "single"
noblebeaversocks: he told me he was afraid of her when we talked
onceandthefuture: hahahahahahaahahaha
onceandthefuture: no there were no potential fiances shoved in his face
onceandthefuture: probably because one of the first things feliks did when we switched cultures was switch the hand his ring was on
onceandthefuture: since they do the right-hand thing
onceandthefuture: and
onceandthefuture: he's good at making people understand who it's from
noblebeaversocks: hahahahahaha
onceandthefuture: he's territorial as hell
onceandthefuture: I fear for anyone who would try to get in his way of anything
noblebeaversocks: like al when some one threatened me as a kid
noblebeaversocks: he always forgot i was the better fighter
noblebeaversocks: it was cute
onceandthefuture: it's fuckin adorable
noblebeaversocks: i thought so
noblebeaversocks: though sometimes i had to come in and rescue him
onceandthefuture: heheheh
onceandthefuture: did you do all your training wrestling bears and whatnot
noblebeaversocks: only against the finest of grizzlies and polar bears
onceandthefuture: no match for you of course
noblebeaversocks: sometimes they tried to attack in groups of three
noblebeaversocks: i still won
onceandthefuture: no witnesses of course
onceandthefuture: speaking of bears
onceandthefuture: we almost literally ran into one in belarus
noblebeaversocks: do tell
onceandthefuture: come around a curve in the middle of the woods and there he is, just sitting in the middle of the road, licking his ass
noblebeaversocks: did he seize al up for a meal?
onceandthefuture: al was too busy trying to find a bulnt instrument in the car
onceandthefuture: the bear didn't pay us any attention
onceandthefuture: feliks scared it away with the car
onceandthefuture: damned man's a maniac behind the wheel
noblebeaversocks: while toris clings to the armrest in a suicide grip?
onceandthefuture: precisely
onceandthefuture: to be fair I might have been panicking as well
noblebeaversocks: must've been one grumpy old bear
onceandthefuture: I didn't pay attention enough to determine age
noblebeaversocks: so you had an encounter with a bear, a maltese, and a horse
noblebeaversocks: and you survived them all unscathed
onceandthefuture: through the miracle of life
noblebeaversocks: i'm surprised - i expected my cousin to have ended up in the emergency room at least once this trip
onceandthefuture: and several thousand pigeons and assorted city wildlife
onceandthefuture: well he did go to get that wrist bandaged in italy
noblebeaversocks: and no heads got crapped on?
onceandthefuture: just cars
onceandthefuture: well
onceandthefuture: pigeons can do more damage that with birdshit
noblebeaversocks: i sense a story here
onceandthefuture: your senses would be correct
onceandthefuture: madrid
onceandthefuture: early in the trip
onceandthefuture: crowded city square
onceandthefuture: several hundred pigeons
onceandthefuture: two tourists
onceandthefuture: and one fountain
noblebeaversocks: oh nooooo
onceandthefuture: let's just say I didn't talk to him for like
onceandthefuture: ... a day
onceandthefuture: he dragged me in
onceandthefuture: claimed he was 'trying to keep his balance'
onceandthefuture: bullshit
noblebeaversocks: hahahahahaa
noblebeaversocks: and i bet he didn't let you find dry shoes afterwards
onceandthefuture: no, there was a cheap vendor in the square that sold crappy clothes
onceandthefuture: including sandals
onceandthefuture: although of course he charged twice as much seeing as we were dripping wet when we approached him
onceandthefuture: he should've give nthem to us for free
onceandthefuture: I'm sure the show we unintentionally put on drew business
noblebeaversocks: hahaha glad you did your good deed for the street vendors of spain
onceandthefuture: to my eternal displeasure
onceandthefuture: those were my favorite jeans
onceandthefuture: ruined
noblebeaversocks: muffinnnn
noblebeaversocks: speaking of good deeds
onceandthefuture: why am I foodstuffs
noblebeaversocks: because its adorable
noblebeaversocks: anyway, i was going to harass al
onceandthefuture: he's asleep
noblebeaversocks: but since i'll get to do that in month
noblebeaversocks: i figured, otherwise he'd have done something obnoxious by now
onceandthefuture: asleep on me
noblebeaversocks: awwwwww
onceandthefuture: because even when unconscious he finds ways to annoy me
onceandthefuture: he's bloody heavy
noblebeaversocks: hahahaha
noblebeaversocks: its all those cheeseburgers
onceandthefuture: mooseburgers
onceandthefuture: they sell those
onceandthefuture: they actually exist
noblebeaversocks: i bet they're not as good as mine
onceandthefuture: one day you'll have to prove that to me
noblebeaversocks: oh i will
noblebeaversocks: might have to make some moose chili for you too
onceandthefuture: oh lord
noblebeaversocks: thought you'd approve
onceandthefuture: so al's hunch about the moose jerky was correct I see
noblebeaversocks: i love you too
noblebeaversocks: two*
onceandthefuture: you're welcome
noblebeaversocks: tell al I said that
onceandthefuture: I will
noblebeaversocks: then call him a jerkface
onceandthefuture: bahahah
onceandthefuture: duly noted
noblebeaversocks: excellent
noblebeaversocks: anyway, as much as i'd love to harras you guys some more
noblebeaversocks: i have a date with kuma and a large chunk of moose
onceandthefuture: can't delay that
noblebeaversocks: nah, otherwise he might try and eat one of his keepers
noblebeaversocks: and then there's all sorts of nasty paperwork
onceandthefuture: I thought they kept them too well fed for that
noblebeaversocks: he lulls them into a false sense of security
onceandthefuture: now I understand why you empathize with a giant spirit bear so well
noblebeaversocks: you have no idea
noblebeaversocks: he devoured my spirit wolf
onceandthefuture: ... I won't even aks
onceandthefuture: ask
noblebeaversocks: you probably shouldn't
noblebeaversocks: it was after three days of fasting
noblebeaversocks: and a lot of time in the sweat lodge
noblebeaversocks: the details are kinda fuzzy
onceandthefuture: is this a literal or metaphorical devouring
noblebeaversocks: like i said
noblebeaversocks: the details are pretty fuzzy
onceandthefuture: oh you poor child
onceandthefuture: whatever will I do with you
noblebeaversocks: use me to keep your american on a tight leash
onceandthefuture: right
noblebeaversocks: *beams*
onceandthefuture: you do have your uses in that regard
noblebeaversocks: just don't let him hurt himself in these last weeks
noblebeaversocks: he's going to get into enough trouble back home
onceandthefuture: you know al
onceandthefuture: trouble finds him
noblebeaversocks: and sometimes his friends help it towards him
noblebeaversocks: ahh well, have fun with my cousin
onceandthefuture: I do
onceandthefuture: I will
noblebeaversocks: i'm too tired to touch that one
noblebeaversocks: at the moment
noblebeaversocks: ....
onceandthefuture: ....
onceandthefuture: good
noblebeaversocks: hehehe
onceandthefuture: right
onceandthefuture: well
noblebeaversocks: i'll feed kuma a slab of meat for you
onceandthefuture: ... thank you
onceandthefuture: I think
noblebeaversocks: hahaha
noblebeaversocks: cya art
onceandthefuture: bye matt
this isn't actually the next chapter of WTR, but that's gonna be a chat thing that I haven't been able to write yet so congrats, tumblr, you get a free preview! It's the upcoming last day of the trip thank every fucking god on this earth. It's a bit... emotional. At least I tried to make it that way.
Water (Live) - Hall!AU
April 21, 2009
The last day Al had in Europe, he and Arthur spent entirely together.
Arthur’s aunt and uncle fixed Arthur’s favorites that night for dinner - for, among all the other things that day was, it was Arthur’s birthday - after hours of the two of them wandering Oxford and talking like it was their last chance. They packed up his uncle’s art store van for the trip to Heathrow in the morning. Peter snatched at Al’s attention for a while, but Arthur snapped at him until his mother tucked him off the bed.
Al and Arthur waited until the rest of the house was quiet, mindlessly watching the late night programming, before slipping off to the guest room for their own, private goodbye.
The door clicked shut behind Arthur, soft and silent. Al stood in front of him, close enough that Arthur could see his bare feet as he stared at the carpet.
“Hey.” Al took his face in his hands and lifted it to look in his eyes, and Arthur was struck by how much he’d grown while he’d known him. At some point he’d lost his boyhood. He wondered if he’d changed as much, too.
He wondered if Al could tell.
Al grinned at him, and he smiled back, hands rising to hold Al’s waist. “You fool.”
Al shrugged and pulled him up by his hold for the first kiss of the night.
Tonight was hard and searching, quiet gasps and open exploration. They fell on the double bed, Al over Arthur and kissing fiercer than he ever had before. Arthur sucked in a breath when he went to his neck, nails in Al’s back and trousers sliding as he tried to keep up with him.
“Calm down, love.” Al rested his temple against his cheek, breath misting on his neck.
“How can you say that?” His arms curled under his back. “I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again.” His voice caught, and Arthur wove his fingers through his hair.
“Course, of course you will.” He slid his cheek down the side of Al’s face. “I’m not sure I could live without you.”
Al lifted his head, held at nose length. His eyes weren’t blue anymore, just eyes. “Yeah.”
He crushed down into a long kiss, tongue deep and pressure all over Arthur. They were breathless when they emerged, too close to pull at clothing but pleasant. Arthur smiled up at him, loose in a way he was unaccustomed to. Al gulped, laughed breathlessly, looked at the pillow behind his head.
“This has never happened to me before,” he mumbled, almost to himself. Arthur tilted his head slightly.
“What is it?” Al laughed again and pushed up on his elbows, shaking his hair over his eyes. He needed a haircut.
“Nothing, it’s just...” he tugged at Arthur’s collar lightly with the tips of his fingers. “My brain’s taken a mind of its own.”
Arthur pushed at him until he sat up so he could pull off his shirt. “Clarity, love.”
“It’s writing you a poem.”
Arthur paused with his shirt half over his head. “I beg your pardon?”
Al’s laugh echoed, his hands helped him finish taking off his shirt. “Yeah, weird.” He tugged Arthur into his legs-sprawled lap, eyes on his bare skin. “But it won’t stop.” Fascination, curiosity. Arthur slipped off Al’s shirt in a practiced move.
“Is it awful?”
Al shook his head slowly. “At least, I don’t think so.”
Arthur crossed his wrists loosely behind Al’s head. “Then you should tell me about it.” Al’s slow gaze made Arthur shudder. He lifted one hand from where it was resting in the band of Arthur’s pants to hold one of Arthur’s forearms, lift it around to press his lips against the inside of his wrist.
“I am addicted to your bones.” He bit loosely on the pad of his thumb. Arthur’s eyes tracked his mouth down his inside tendon. “The pulls and slides of your muscle in your skin.” The hand holding his arm followed up to link fingers. “The serpentine swing of your palm against mine.” It let go, slam of a pull in and up, sudden chest-to-chest and that mouth on neck. Arthur automatically held it close. “And you are mine, flashing eternal, this tea taste-” lick up the jaw- “and bitter eyes-” soft press to his fluttering eyelids, one, two- “and rabbit down.” Kiss to the hair. Arthur breathed deep, kept his eyes closed as he was laid back against his pillows, phantom fingers trailing down his stomach to his trouser button.
Presence at his shoulder as the hands exposed further. “I’m telling you this now to memorize you.” The whispers ghosted down as the cagings on his legs fell away. “To memorize the way I sputter and rearrange with you in my room.” He was laid bare, cracked his eyes to find and reach for Al, who looked lost and confused and amazed.
Al let himself be drawn into his kiss, his necessary kiss. At some point he’d unbuttoned his own pants, not completely off but enough. The jolt of texture made Arthur gasp and Al bit the other lip. Arthur’s wild hands gripped his lower back, arched in to thicken the cloud in his head, locked their ankles together.
“I’ll remember later,” he mouthed against Arthur’s, voice barely sounding, “but this is mine for you.” He followed the rhythm set, mind erasing for a moment in this intoxication of Arthur, twisted across a second-grade mattress in a dark room. They slid haphazardly together; Al reached in to grip them both. Arthur shuddered, kissed him harder. Al allowed it, arching with the natural human flow as he stroked both of them as best he could, propped up on his free elbow over Arthur with his hand coming through the other’s hair. Arthur’s hand slid down to curl over Al’s, and Arthur threw his head back to gasp at the added pressure, breaking the kiss and baring his neck. Al kissed the hollow below his ear. A hitch of breath, and he picked back up in his poem.
“So sew this into your almond skin and know,” he said between tracing a line with his tongue down his neck towards his heart, then small horizontal dashes up - stitches over a seam. Arthur clenched his teeth.
Al ended back with lips on ear, cheek on cheek, hand working furiously. They were close. “Because you’re mine, and I’m-”
Arthur choked on some emotion and pulled Al’s head to kiss him as he came, moisture gathering at his closed eyelids as Al fell off his elbowed support and joined him, mouth open and panting over his.
It took a long time to recover, for the glow to fade and the sweat to cool. They held each other through it, close. Eventually, though, Arthur needed to breathe more, so he shoved at Al until he rolled to the side with a groan, then straightened them out on the bed so they had heads on pillows, although not yet under the sheets. Arthur latched onto his side, leg over leg and arm over chest, and sighed in content.
“Did you like it?” Al asked quietly, arm weaseling around Arthur’s shoulders. He smiled.
“It was probably a mite plagiarizing at some parts, and there wasn’t much by way of a rhyme scheme,” he told Al’s chest. “But I loved it.”
“Good. Awesome.” He held Arthur closer so Arthur was half on top of him. “Keep it.”
“Yes.”
Slowly they moved under the covers, keeping contact and letting the nice buzz of sex fill them up while ignoring the stick. Al curled into Arthur’s side this time, nuzzling into his neck.
“I’m gonna miss you like a heartache.” Arthur shushed him calmly, quietly.
“Don’t fret, it won’t be forever.”
“Better not.” He clutched him close, back into that perfect fit Arthur adored. “I’d die without you.”
Arthur snorted through the clench in his chest. “Now that’s a little extreme, love.” Al shook his head behind him.
“Nuh-uh. You’re...” A pause as his sex-addled mind searched for the perfect simile. “You’re like water to me.”
Arthur made a face and slapped the hands crossed over his chest lightly. “Stop exaggerating.”
“Nope. not exaggerating.” He kissed the back of his neck. “A few days without you and I’d die.”
Arthur’s throat closed up, and he turned his head into the pillow to let the sheets catch his corner tears. Thankfully, Al left it at that, breath evening out into sleep as Arthur struggled to keep himself composed. When Al sighed unconsciously and pulled him a fraction closer, he gave up and let the tears drop as they pleased, weaving his fingers into Al’s and trying to memorize how it all felt, still trying when he fell asleep at last.
I should really listen to my own advice sometime. Anyway, decided to give it up and finish this chapter this morning. It's a real exciting one!
Come Sail Away - Hall!AU
March 13, 2009
It was threatening to storm as they crossed the Baltic Sea from Estonia to Finland. That didn’t stop Alfred from wandering onto the deck of the ferry and leaning on the railing, letting the choppy wind twist through his hair with a strange, flat expression on his face.
Toris watched him from the relative safety of the upper deck cabin. Al had changed a lot since they’d started this trip; he was quieter, less excitable, smiled a little less. He hadn’t really gotten sadder, but he’d mellowed, and it concerned Toris some. His client wasn’t supposed to mellow, it wasn’t in his nature or his blood.
He left Feliks talking to Arthur about college and the merits and drawbacks of worthless English degrees as he pushed out the door into the salt wind, walking over to lean next to Al. They didn’t say anything, and Al didn’t even flicker his eyes, but he knew Al knew he was there.
“Maybe. Ocean storms are weird.” He tilted back to look up at the clouds, then all around. “I think it’ll pass us by without even a raindrop.”
Toris snorted at him. “Since when did you know so much about weather patterns?”
Al grinned. “S’just a feeling.” The grin faded, and he went back to staring over the water. Toris’s feet settled into the flow of the ferry, watching the dark Baltic water pass by meters below in a hypnotic rhythm.
“Hey, Toris?” He jerked out of his trance at Al’s sudden voice, then glanced over to see Al still watching the waves, biting some dead skin off his lip. He waited. Al sighed, chin falling to his chest. “I think I’m done.”
Toris blinked at him. “Done with what?”
“Done with traveling, done with suitcases, done with acting, done with... this,” he said with a gesture that encompassed all the months back. “I want to go home. Hell, I even want to go to school.” He laughed a little and put his chin in his hands. “How weird is that?”
“Not very, actually.” The shoulder under his touch when he reached out was tension-sprung. “How long have you felt like this, Al?”
Al smiled sheepishly, not a grin. “A while, I guess. I just...” He heaved a sigh, looked away again. “Didn’t know how to tell you. You and Mom and Dad have put so much into this, and it really has been great, especially at the beginning! But... I just feel smaller than before, or something. Tired. I’m ready for my house again.” He hunched into himself a little, and Toris’s hand on his shoulder went to rub his back through his bomber jacket.
Toris thought. Eight months was a long time to be away from anywhere, and even though Al was an experienced actor and had traveled pretty extensively away from home during his short life, he was still only eighteen. Maybe they’d put too much pressure on him, expecting him to work in foreign countries fresh out of high school while still applying and preparing for university in the fall. It was rather a lot to put on one teenaged boy’s shoulders. Maybe it would be healthier - for all of them - to cut the trip short.
And anyway, Feliks had been complaining about his limited fashion choices for weeks now.
“Tell you what.” Al lifted his head. “Why don’t we go inside, talk about it with the other two, and then I’ll make a few calls. I’m sure the rest of your auditions won’t mind one less contestant, and we can get to the ferry to England faster that way.” Al beamed and threw his arms around him, lifting his feet clear of the deck. Toris laughed and patted his back until he was set down.
“You’re seriously the best, Toris. Thanks.” Toris smiled at him fondly.
“Just don’t wait so long to tell me something like that again, okay? I’m your agent, not your slave driver.” Al shook his hair in front of his face to hide his sheepish grin. Toris stepped towards the cabin with Arthur and Feliks. “C’mon, let’s go talk it out.”
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While Al and Toris talked outside, Arthur and Feliks were having their own advice session away from the Baltic Sea wind.
“Honestly, you have more power in your university name that you might know,” Feliks said, leaning back against the ferry pleather seat and sprawling out. “People’ll respect you when you say Oxford, no matter how good you actually were when you were there, or what you studied.” Arthur snorted and dug into his bag of chips absent mindedly.
“I’ve begun to realize that.” He sighed and leaned back to mirror Feliks. “I don’t know, Fel. I’m just worried about everything these days.” He bent a leg up to his chest and hugged it, frowning out the window. “I want to know if this is where I’m supposed to be.”
Feliks shrugged. “Supposed to or not, it’s where you are. It’ll work itself out, you’ll see.” He smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “You’re a smart kid, sweetie. Someone will see that, I’m sure.” Arthur grunted, but didn’t let up on his frown. Feliks watched him for a moment, then sighed dramatically and propped his elbow on his knee to lean his chin on his hand. “Look, I went the whole English degree route too, y’know?” Arthur looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he grinned. “I mean, I knew I had to go to college or my fam would, like, kill me, but I didn’t know what I wanted to do. It took most of getting that degree to figure out I really wanted to paint instead, and another few years to start painting faces.” He smiled, and Arthur snorted in disbelief.
“But you love what you do – I’d always assumed you’d grown up doing your mum’s makeup or something.”
Feliks laughed and fell back into his earlier sprawl. “You kiddin’? My mom hates wearing makeup, and I have three brothers. I didn’t so much as touch makeup until I was out of that house. I mean, they’re supportive and they didn’t, like, kick me out or anything, but… it took a while for them to get used to all of this.” He gestured to his appearance, striped V-neck shirt and Parisian scarf included.
“I’m sorry.” Feliks shrugged.
“Whatevs, they’re over it now and so am I. Of course, finding Toris probably helped that out.” He glanced out towards his fiancé, who was busy doing the same sort of consoling to Al. Arthur chuckled, pulling him back.
“Yeah, he’s probably every parent’s dream son-in-law.” They were quiet for a moment; Feliks broke it with a laugh and an easy shove.
“What I’m getting at is don’t worry so much, kid. If you were meant to do something, then you were meant to do it. It’ll happen, one way or another.”
Arthur smiled slightly. “Thanks.” He emptied the crumbs of his chips into his mouth. “I just want to make people think, or help them figure out how to think. Or both.” He ran his hands through his hair, chip bag falling to his side. “I just don’t know how.”
“One way or another, you’ll figure it out. Just don’t, like, let what you study decide for you.” They smiled at each other, but movement at the cabin door drew their attention to Toris and Al coming back inside. Arthur made eye contact with Al, and the relief there, coupled with Toris’s sigh, told him all he needed to know about what the outside conversation had covered.
