Fiction says it's a rainy night.

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Title: Rainy Night

Pairing: #

Crow eats durian, Eh Tom

Rate: PG13

Genre: comedy, fluffy

The first rain from the gloomy sky dripped loudly onto the glass. Then the rain fell down on the ground like a hail of bullets. Issara jumped from his hammock as his white forehead became wet. Cursing his sleepiness, he rushed over to the clothesline and snatched the sun-dried blankets from the clothesline in his haste. But the edge of the cloth was tied to a broken iron railing. He held on for a long time, but the Rain Army made him decide to give up, let the cloth dangle and run to escape into the house.

“Shit.”

Issara slid the glass door closed, dragging the doormat to step on it. Standing there dripping with water, feeling discouraged. He took off his shirt and pants and left them on the wet floor. He ran his hands over his boxers and found that they were still completely dry.

Well, at least I still have one left.

The young singer looked through the glass wall at the clothesline. Almost his entire wardrobe was laying on the clothesline, all of them soaked, not to mention the blankets that were dangling next to each other.

Great, there's nothing left of you here, Tom.

“What the hell made you want me to wash all of my clothes today?!” He ruffled his damp hair. He looked wistfully at the clothes before pulling the curtains closed. Angrily walking towards the closet, the drawer was pulled open. Issara carelessly grabbed a pair of socks. For now, I just need something to warm my body up.

The young singer tilted his head to listen to the sound of rain pounding on the roof. It seemed like it would last a long time. He put on his socks and stood up, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. The plug on the thermos was plugged in. Issara opened the wall cabinet and took out a Mama Cup, unwrapped the seasoning powder and put it in the cup. Suddenly, a rumbling sound of lightning sounded. The lights in the whole house would turn off for a moment before turning back on.

“Shit!” Issara bent over to the bottom drawer. Taking out a lighter and 4-5 candles, it was as if electricity knew him. after blinking twice The lights in the whole house were completely extinguished. The young man lit a candle. He cursed again, his own gasps echoing in the silent house. Luckily, it's only 6:00 p.m. and there's still some dim light in the sky outside. “So what are you going to eat?”

He reluctantly unplugged the thermos and let out a loud sound as the raindrops hit the roof harder, as if to reinforce his feelings of distress.

Issara came back to sit on the sofa again with Tian2. Books on the table and in front of the TV He lay down. He grabbed a cushion and hugged him tiredly. Today it seemed like God had punished him a little too harshly. His mobile phone had been playing games and the battery had run out since the afternoon before he fell asleep in the garden and was woken up by the rain.

The young man lay still, hugging his pillow, the sound of his stomach rumbling loudly interrupting the sound of the rain. He could only gently rub his belly.

Before he could think of anything else. A loud knock on the front door interrupted the sound of the rain. It was as if Issara heard a familiar commotion.

“-Mother,–-M, you Tom! Please open the door.”

The young man jumped up from the sofa and rushed towards the door, but didn't manage to grab the cushion as well. Of course, now he's about to be naked.

As soon as the door was opened, the pressure from outside penetrated past him into the house, accompanied by a loud cry. The rain from outside blew onto his body, causing him to tremble. The young man immediately closed the door.

“Dammit, the rain just happened to fall when I was returning home!” The little man said angrily at the weather. He parked his car in front of the fence because the owner of the house, no matter how much he called, he wouldn't come out, so he had to carry a lot of stuff through the cold rain and knock on the door where he had recklessly dropped his stuff on the floor. If it's wet, it's your house's business now. "Please give me a towel—"

What are you wearing, Tom!?”

The almost naked person blinked and shrugged nonchalantly. “The weather is cool. So I'm just chilling."

"fib"

“Look, Tom, why aren't you gentle?”

The listener blew out air from his nose, “Please give me a towel, my head is wet. I'm going to have a fever. Can't go sing.”

"do not have"

The new man raised his eyebrows when he saw the owner of the house walking over and sitting on the sofa, hugging a Snoopy pillow. He was about to start a conversation when he saw Tom's wet clothes carelessly piled up on the rug. foot

“Aren't you in time to collect the clothes again, Fatty?” the person asked with an amused smile. That's when Jirakon saw Issara's gloomy face.

“Well, it's raining and how fast is it? I couldn't run in time to collect it. The blankets were all gone. There was nothing left. There are only socks.” The natural disaster victim leaned back on the sofa and muttered in a low voice, “The lights went out again. Many blessings.”

The older man laughed, “Your condition is very pitiful. I thought it was a new lifestyle. Wearing strawberry-print boxers and yellow soccer socks and holding a Snoopy-pattern pillow.”

The younger man threw the pillow in his hand at Jirakorn, "There's only this left!"

“Seriously,” he laughed. Turning to pick up the bag that he had painstakingly carried, he placed it on the table and made eye contact with Issara before smiling widely, "Here, a survival bag."

The other party's eyes lit up and he searched through the bag of food on the table. The senior singer picked up a candle and walked into the kitchen. He secretly smiled to himself. Tom is Tom all day long. Today he intends to come home late. But listening to the news on the radio that a transformer had exploded in the area where Issara lived, he knew that the kitten would probably have to live in starvation again.

That night, the young man turned the steering wheel and stopped at the market area. He brought a lot of food.

Jirakorn walked back out with several containers. Issara held out her hand to receive it with a bright face. “Thank you, Phi Ae.”

“Oh,” he scratched his head to correct his embarrassment. Cheeks feel hot.

Before Issara could put the food into his mouth, he reached out and hit the back of his white hand very loudly.

"Wait a minute, it's my pork satay. Don't bother me."

“I'm confused.”

“The person you told me about bought things for you and ate it all for hundreds of baht. Eh, slap your mouth."

Issara laughed and stuck out her tongue. before finally snatching the pork satay and eating it He knew that Pee Ae had always been kind to him. Simply put, If you want something, please give it to me.

“Shit,” the person who was robbed hurriedly held the pig stick in his mouth. But not as fast as Issara, the nickname of a vacuum cleaner. Everything that enters its mouth mysteriously disappears. So he saw a pig being taken into his mouth and chewed cutely. The conqueror raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

“Wow!”

Ae pursed her lips in an argument, “Give me back my pig.”

Issara turned her mouth down, intending to annoy her, "I don't know what kind of pig it is."

Jirakorn nodded slowly several times. He considered it a challenge. Okay, I'll definitely understand.

As for the younger man, when he saw the older man stilling, he took the left hand and picked up the pork satay stick. Right hand picks up cucumber Just about to take it into his mouth, Jirakorn threw herself at him and pressed a hard kiss on his oily lips. A person who is being pressed can only make an ooh-oh sound in their throat. They cannot be pushed out because their hands are busy. His mother always taught him to value food.

Don't waste valuable food. There are many people who are hungry. Enough!

Jira pulled out his mouth and smiled contentedly. “Where is my pig?”

“Fucking pig--” Thick lips pressed down again, this time. The young man sucked and licked until it made a loud smacking noise. Issara resisted and made a noise of protest, but it didn't take long for the rough hand to brush across his bare chest and past the top of his chest. The slightest bit of strength seemed to disappear. Until a warm hand moved to support the nape of the neck, gently massaging the nape of the neck.

So he opened his mouth to let the older man invade and Jirakorn teased him until he moaned loudly. Bite the tip of his tongue until it tingles before ending with sucking on his full lips until it makes an embarrassing noise, then pull it away, leaving only the small man's gasping sound.

“I only saw the spirit of a pig,” he said, wiping the corner of his mouth.

“What the fuck is that pig?! It's in my hand. Brother!” Issara held out a pork satay stick in his hand and almost stabbed it into the other person's eye socket in anger. “I ate it and it went all the way down to the small intestine. Digested until it comes out of the ass. You damn bastard!”

“I don't see any need to worry.”

Issara writhed beneath her body in anger, her eyes looking at Jirakorn with anger. The older man smiled and kissed his forehead hard.

“Can I reconcile?”

Tom pursed his lips, "Alright."

“Let's be good.”

“K”

Jirakorn laughed, “Why is it so easy?”

Issara's cheeks turned red, "I love you, eh."

“Don't say that.” The young man was hot.

“Why can't you speak?”

“I'm shy.”

There was silence for a moment. Before Issara broke the silence "Your shirt is wet."

"I'll let you take it off."

while the older singer stood up and pulled his wet shirt off his body. Issara sat up. He couldn't stop chewing on the pork satay he was holding. “Ai (why)?”

“If you take off your shirt, he will want to take off other things as well.”

Issara looked into his eyes, “If you want to take it off, take it off. Talk like you've never taken off your clothes and slept together."

The older one cried out, “Tom... Sometimes when you speak frankly like this, I feel embarrassed.”

Issara laughed, “Why? I like people who speak honestly."

"Really"

"TRUE"

Jirakorn was silent before his cheeks brightened and he spoke loudly. “Please have sex with me.”

Issara choked on the pounded pig before laughing loudly and bending over. His cheeks puffed out and he answered in an equally loud voice.

“Please be gentle, tonight I have work tomorrow.”

Then Issara's sweet love song continued amid the candlelight, combined with the sound of Jirakorn's name being called countless times, interspersed with the sound of the raging rain.

[End]