"I long for you.
It kills me to pretend
I'm not in love when I so am
But you don't understand..."

===$$===$$===$$===

After lunch, Ley went to her office and Can came back to his flat. After opening the door and throwing the keys in the bowl on the table beside the door he went into the kitchen.

The sound of tap-water filling a glass reached every corner of the silent room, Can's eyes on the droplets as he waited for the glass to fill. He closed the tap when the glass was almost full, sipping the water with eyes focused outside of the flat through his kitchen window.

The playground behind his flat had a swing, some kids were on it, laughing and enjoying under the afternoon sun. The seesaw was making a sound as it moved with two four kids on both of its sides, the old rusting thing at the edge of giving up. The sound of their laughs reached Can's ears, the merriment making him sigh.

He washed the glass under the running water and placed it back on the shelf. Coming into the living room he looked around, thinking about ideas that would consume his mind enough for him to stop thinking about a certain date that was probably happening right about that time.

"How about recording a video?" Can asked himself aloud, looking at his equipment on his tea table. He nodded, going in his bedroom to bring out the necessary accessories. He thought about making a makeup video, going all out and doing it part by part.

He sat down on the floor, the camera on the tripod on the tea-table. A smile flashed on his lips, completely professional and perfect for the lens to catch.

"Hi, you all, welcome to my channel iCantaloupe, if you don't know me or have never seen my video then I am Cantaloupe or Can as I prefer to be called. I make random videos on whatever catches my mind. Today I am going to show you a makeup tutorial for a date night or maybe a function? If you are not orthodox enough to cringe at a man doing makeup and going out wearing it, keep watching. If you like it, subscribe to my channel and give this video a big thumbs up..."

Can looked down at his materials and pulled up a moisturizer, "the first step is always washing your face. You need a clean slate, I mean, face," he laughed, "and after that the first step is moisturizing. You always need a base smooth base for your makeup to settle onto. So for that, you need to apply moisturizer. No matter what your skin type is, moisturizer makes..."

He went on, applying primer after that and then foundation, going a little closer to the camera to show how to apply concealer next to hide any pimple or skin abnormality... time went on, the sun setting and evening rolling in. By the time Can was done shooting, he was ready for his own dinner appointment. He closed the camera, thinking that he would edit the video after he came back and going in his bedroom to change.

Can stood in front of his mirror, buttoning his shirt and looking directly at the man standing across from him. Those eyes looked tired, even after applying concealer his dark circles were almost prominent. His face looked paler than normal. Can pinched his cheeks, cursing the blush that did nothing to bring back some colour on those cheeks.

"Stop it," he gritted at himself, face crumbling with irritation, "stop thinking about him. You knew this would happen," the tears welling in his eyes made him loll his head back so they would not roll out and ruin his makeup, "he is handsome, rich and successful. He was going to get married someday. Accept it and stop whining like a pathetic sidekick. Grow up!"

The words did nothing to soothe the pain Can felt in his chest but he ignored it, shrugging on a jacket he walked out of the room. All he needed tonight was his camera and wallet. He was good to go. With a look at his mobile, he pushed it into his pocket and took the camera and tripod in a backpack. When he closed the door behind himself it was almost past eight.

===$$===$$===$$===

"Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?" the beautiful receptionist asked in her practised tone and with a well-groomed smile.

Can nodded, pulling out the envelope that had the invitation from the manager of the establishment. The receptionist read the lines with eyes gliding over the words as sufficiently as she could and then her smile grew. She pressed a bell and a waitress walked in. Her curly hair was knotted in a ponytail that reached her mid-back. Those wide yet guided eyes held nothing but friendliness. She wore a red skirt, reaching till her knees and a white blouse with a deep neck. The clicking sound of her red stilettos made a few people stare at her as she walked. Can sighed, he liked having friendly staffs around him as he might ask some questions to them and if they answered robotically, it would tick him off.

"Take sir to the 5th floor, cabin number 20," she instructed the waitress and turned towards Can with a slight bow, "Sir, I hope you enjoy your evening in Royal Inn. Please follow her."

Can nodded his thanks and followed the waitress. The lift tinged open and they walked in. Can counted the stops, making small talks was not his thing anymore. As they reached the designated floor, the waitress extended her hand as a gesture of welcome and Can smiled at her before walking out of the lift. She opened the sliding door of the cabin and pulled out a chair for Can to sit.

"Do you need help, sir?" she asked then, pointedly looking at the backpack Can placed on the table.

Can shook his head with a small smile, "no, thanks. I will take care of these on my own."

She nodded, "I will be back with the liquor menu. Enjoy, sir."

Can nodded, looking outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass window that gave the view of the hotel's private lake. The walls were cream coloured, the front wall had a wall-hanging blanket with lord Buddha's painting on it. The whole room was filled with scented candles and roses placed on the table and at the corners of the room, giving it quite a romantic feel. The lights were coming from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the shadows playing on the table as it moved a little with the wind. Can could see why the Royal Inn was one of the most reputed hotels in Thailand. It gave you privacy and it had the perfect atmosphere to make anyone comfortable.

Can turned back to open the backpack and pulled out his tripod. He placed it on the farthest side of the table before setting up the camera. When he pressed the recording button, the red light signalled him to go on. Can smiled and waved at it.

"Hi, you all, today I am at the 'Royal Inn,' and we will review their dishes. As you know, I never lie about the quality of a place and I talk about their atmosphere, hygiene and the quality of the food. So let's start with the atmosphere and nature of the staff..."

The waitress came back with the liquor menu and Can skimmed through the list, ordering a non-alcohol one as he had to drive back.

One by one the starters, main courses and desserts were served. Can recorded it all, taking his time and analyzing every dish and complimenting the ones he liked.

"Anything else, sir?" Sarah, the waitress, asked with a smile.

Can shook his head, "just the mouth freshener, please. Where is your toilet?"

Sarah opened the door for Can, "it's there," she pointed at the opposite side of the floor, "the last door."

Can nodded, "thanks, Sarah."

The whole floor had almost 20 cabins lining the walls, in the middle stood a statue of a lady holding a flower vase filled with fresh flowers. Can inhaled the scent as he passed it, walking leisurely towards the toilet. The posh carpet under his feet made his walk soundless, the whole floor lit by chandeliers, two small ones and a large one in the middle. The waitresses were moving from one cabin to the other, their steps making no sounds and they made sure to not come in the way of any customer. Can nodded at a few of those who knew him from his channel probably, staring at him with wide eyes.

The washroom's door closed behind him silently, he went to relieve himself when he heard a stall open.

Can watched the man come up to the basins and wash his hands, wiping them with a few tissues. Can looked away, the man leaving with long strides after carelessly throwing the tissues towards the bin which ended up littering the floor.

After zipping himself up, Can held his hand out under the hand dryer, listening to the mechanical noise.

"How was dinner?"

Can flinched, his hand almost touching the machine as he whipped around.

Tin was leaning against the washroom door, his eyes dancing with mirth at Can's flabbergasted expression. Can took a long look at the man.

As always, he was wearing a three-piece suit. The completely black attire giving him a mysterious aura. Those hands were pushed in that dress pant, the gold wristwatch glinting under the bathroom lights. Tin's hair was slicked back so perfectly that Can doubted it was done by a professional. So was the man's face, perfectly glass-like and without any blemishes. Can hated how a single look at the man made his heart race.

Can looked away, pulling out a tissue to wipe the sense of moisture from his hands and throwing the tissue in the bin.

"Business meeting?" he asked, looking at the man who had come up beside him by now.

Tin leaned against the basins' counter, eyes on Can, "yeah. Kind of."

Can knew Tin would not say anything else. The man didn't like talking about his business. Can didn't press further. He was not interested in knowing about those boring reports either. He nodded, looking on as Tin pulled out a cigarette.

"Those are not allowed in here, I guess," Can said, watching Tin light the white-stick anyway.

Tin shrugged, casually waving his hand with a flick of his wrist as if he didn't care about the rules. He most certainly didn't if Can knew him perfectly.

Can frowned, taking the cigarette from Tin and rubbing it out against the counter before throwing it into the bin.

"Rules are rules, Tin, follow them," he said, frowning at the man.

Tin's lips curved a little, another cigarette coming out of his silver box and the lighter lighting it as Tin held it between his lips. All this was done while he stared right at Can, as if challenging him to protest.

Can reached out again, feeling the anger boil in the pit of his stomach for some reasons.

This time Tin locked his wrist in a tight grip, tugging Can forward so he tumbled, ending up against Tin's chest.

"Otherwise what? You'll spank me?" Tin whispered against Can's ear, hot breath making Can twitch, "like I do when you break my rules?"

Can closed his eyes, feeling the anger melting into something completely unwanted at that moment, "shut up, Tin."

Tin let out a breathy chuckle, "do you know how your ass looks right now, Kirakorn? In that tight fitted black jeans?"

Can sucked in a breath when he felt Tin's hand cupping his ass, squeezing it a little as if to demonstrate.

"Do you know I want to pull that flimsy pant down and take you against this counter?" Tin said next, lips pressing against Can's ear.

Can shoved away, shaking his head, "Tin! Anyone can walk in here!"

Tin shrugged, sucking onto the white stick with nonchalance, "I don't care."

Can took a step back, "I do. I need to get back. See you."

He turned away, his heart beating too loud in his own ears and steps hurried. As he reached the door he heard Tin call him.

"Are you free tonight?"

Can turned to see Tin still leaning against the counter, looking at him. He shrugged, "for?"

Tin puffed out a cloud of smoke, "for sex."

Can turned away, "see you."

He slammed the door close. He was angry. At himself.

He tried hard to not acknowledge the fact that he didn't say no.

===$$===$$===$$===

Can went to take a shower as soon as he reached home. He stood under the lukewarm spray of water and tried to erase Tin's words and the effect they had on him. Throughout the drive, all he could think about was how Tin had looked and how those words were uttered against his ear, making his skin break into goosebumps.

He hated how powerless he felt around that man. Can rose his face towards the spray, closing his eyes and trying to wash away those touches.

When he was towelling himself dry, he heard the doorbell. With a long inhale he walked out of the bathroom, the towel wrapped around his waist. Feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin, Can took fast steps and peeked through the peephole.

Tin was standing there, looking down at his shoes. Can opened the door, ignoring the way Tin's eyes skimmed over his bare upper body.

Tin said nothing as a greeting when he walked in, placing his car keys into the bowl and taking off his shoes. Next came off his suit jacket. Can closed the door methodically, taking his time.

When he turned back Tin was not in the hall. Can knew he would be in the living room when he heard the television start playing some National Geographic telecast.

Can walked into the room to see Tin had placed his suit jacket on the arms of a couch and sat comfortably with his legs crossed and resting on the tea-table.

Can stood at the doorframe, not knowing what to do.

Tin took a glance at him and smiled, a tired and small smile.

"Get dressed and come here."

Can nodded, getting back in his bedroom to dress. When he came back, the TV was still on but Tin was leaning his head back against the sofa and rubbing his temple.

"Are you okay?" Can asked, coming forward to sit beside Tin.

Tin looked at him, giving a weary smile before nodding, "I am hungry though."

Can rolled his eyes, "you were literally in a restaurant. Didn't you eat there?"

Tin shrugged, changing the channel to a movie, "Nah. I did but you know how meetings are all about discussions and maintaining class. Couldn't eat to my stomach's full."

Can saw the lights of the television dance on that face, those eyes reflecting the tiredness as Tin watched the movie.

"Take a shower," Can sighed, standing up, "I will prepare something for you to eat."

Tin smiled, a slow spread on his face, "run a bath for me?"

Can glared, placing his hands on his hips and tapping his foot on the floor, "Why do I have to do everything for you?! Am I your maid or something?"

Tin shrugged, standing up to unbutton his crispy black shirt, "you can join me if you want to."

Can watched the man undress, pulling the belt out of the loops with a swishing sound and dropping it right there on the floor. The shirt came off next, Tin unzipping his pant.

"Are you seriously going to undress in the middle of my living room?!" Can asked, traumatized.

A slow smirk curled those lips, Tin shrugged, "it's not like this room hasn't seen me naked. With you on the sofa and..."

"And one more word, I will kick you out of my flat!" Can interrupted Tin, his face heating up, "just go and take a bath or whatever. I will be in the kitchen."

As Can left the living room, he could still hear Tin's laugh. It was echoing in the flat, colliding with the walls and coming back to him as a warm blanket. A small smile rose on his lips, making him roll his eyes at himself.

===$$===$$===

The rice was almost done, Can pulled out the pan and started heating the oil.

"What are we eating?" Tin walked into the living room, his eyes on Can as Can stood beside the kitchen counter.

Can pointed at the pan heating on the oven, "fried rice and chicken. That's all I can make so late."

Tin nodded, going to Can's bedroom. Can had some of Tin's clothes ironed and folded in his closet. Just like he had some of his stored in Tin's.

Can poured the chicken curry in a hotpot, placing it onto the kitchen counter. Tin came waltzing in, whistling to himself as he wordlessly took the hotpot and went to place it over on the dining table.

Can moved away as Tin came back to take the table mats from the drawer, their sides touching as Tin moved around the kitchen to find spoons and forks.

As Can cooked, Tin set the table.

"How was your day?" the man asked Can, "productive?"

Can shrugged, "shot a few clips. Went to the restaurant to review their menu and now making food for you. Fine."

Tin nodded, sighing, "no one asked me how my day was."

Can rolled his eyes, saying nothing. Deep in his heart, Can was scared to ask. He didn't want to know how the day was for Tin. He didn't want to hear how the girl was. Can hated how he was ready to ignore his problems and just live in this moment.

In this moment where Tin was setting the table and he was cooking. Moments like these came once in a blue-moon as Tin was almost always busy. So when Can got a little bit of Tin's time, he gathered it selfishly in his memories. He knew a time would come when he might not even have these moments. He was just grateful to know that time was not there yet.

"I met the girl Tul wanted me to," Tin said, breaking the peace of the apartment, "Her name is Rune. She is nice."

Can nodded jerkily, his hand gripping the spatula a little tighter. He didn't know how to react so all he did was stay silent.

Tin slowly walked towards him, lost in his own thoughts as he talked, "I mean, she is rich so that's a plus point. I will inherit all her property if this marriage happens. Her father has two hotels in Bangkok and a casino in Macau, these on her name right now. He has his hands in construction too, that's how he knows Tul. Do you know how much that old man earns monthly? It will be all hers after his death. Plus she is hot, looks are not lacking either. That's a definite plus. She is well mannered. I mean, not too brash or not too meek. I liked talking to her, unlike others who bore me. You know?"

Can nodded wordlessly, his eyes stuck on the rice as he mixed the prawn with it.

"I can totally see us together," Tin said, finally beside Can and leaning against the counter on his elbows, "so I am not really saying no to her, you know? I think I will go on a few dates and see. If this continues, I can marry her."

Can nodded again, dimming the heat. He could feel Tin's eyes on him, the man silently waiting for him to say something. Can couldn't. His throat felt dry. Can knew if he talked, his voice would weaver and his eyes were stinging already. He tried to normalize his breathing as his heart started squeezing in his chest. The pain intensifying as time went on.

"Plus I don't think she will have any problem if I see you after marriage," Tin said, coming up behind Can to crowd him against the counter.

Can flinched, turning to face the man, "what?"

Tin nodded, gripping Can's waist to hoist him up on the countertop, "yeah? You don't think just because I might get married, we will not continue this, right?"

Can gaped at the man, "are you serious? No!"

Tin shrugged, a confused expression on his face, "why not?"

"I won't be the sidekick, Tin," Can hissed, his hands coming up to grip the man's shoulders, "I am not going to be your dirty secret. You are practically calling me your mistress!"

Tin huffed out a laugh, "mistress? Come on, Can. You are a guy, first of all, and second, I am going to talk to her about this. See, she is going to be my wife and all but that's it. We can continue whatever we are doing. Hell, she can have a side affair too, I don't care. All I need is for everyone to shut up about my single status and an heir to shut my mother up. That's all."

Can shook his head, "it's not about her or you. It's about me. I won't be your fuckbuddy when you are married."

Tin looked at him, "why not? What is changing?"

"You will be married!" Can almost shouted, "You will be someone else's husband. That's cheating, Tin! Can't you understand that?!"

Tin's face hardened, "cheating is done behind someone's back, Can. I am not hiding anything. I will put this all clauses out in front of her and then if she marries me, fine, otherwise, it's a no."

Can frowned, "why would she marry you after knowing all this?"

Tin smirked, pushing Can's legs open to stand between them, "I am quite an alluring offer for them too, Can. I am way younger than her father and yet I earn just as much money as he does already. I am good looking, you can't deny that and my future looks bright, well, at least to me and them. I don't think they will let this opportunity go."

Can shook his head, disgust showing on his face, "then the marriage will be a deal and nothing else!"

Tin laughed, "What? You think I am marrying her out of love?"

Can looked at the man, feeling his heart break and this time maybe for the both of them, "you should, Tin. And I don't care what circumstances are, Tin. If you are married, I am not going to be there as a third person."

Tin leaned closer, "I will see to it, Cantaloupe."

Can looked away, "and if I find someone? That's a possibility too."

Tin didn't reply, instead Can heard the click of the knob of the oven.

"Well, if you find someone, I would like to meet that person," Tin murmured against Can's neck, pulling at the skin there with his teeth. Can whimpered as he felt the nibbling raise goosebumps on his skin.

"Did you find someone already, Can?" Tin asked, words whispered against Can's skin, "tell me."

Tin started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. Can shook his head, gripping the man's nape to make Tin look at him.

"The food," he whispered, voice shaking as he felt the shirt fall open to reveal his front, "You are hungry."

"Not for food anymore," Tin murmured, hands pushing Can down on the counter but Can gripped the man's shoulder, shaking his head in denial.

"We are going to eat and then you are going to go home," Can said, firm and blatant, "we are not going to do anything else, Tin."

Tin frowned, looking up at him confusedly, "why not?"

"Because," his voice came out choked so Can waited a bit, watching Tin wait for him to speak, "because I don't want to do this anymore."

Tin looked shocked, his hands gripping Can's waist a little tighter for a second before he loosened his grasp, "Why?"

"I am tired of this," Can said, hopping down from the counter and turning on the oven, "I am tired of us being sex buddies. I don't want it anymore."

"You don't want it anymore?" Tin repeated the words, crowding Can against the kitchen counter, "and I don't get a say in this? We are both in this thing, Can."

"Thing," Can chuckled, shaking his head, "you can't even call it a relationship, can you?"

"Don't change the topic," Tin warned, trying to turn Can to face him. Can held his ground, his hand reached out for the spatula and he stirred the rice methodically.

"I said what I said, Tin. I can't go on with whatever we have going on right now," Can spoke, the words were stuck in his throat for a long time.

Every time Tin would come to him, they have sex and Tin leave, Can wanted to say these words. Every time Tin called it nothing but a deal between them, Can wanted to say these words. Now that he said it, he felt empty.

"Is this because I might get married to this girl?" Tin sounded surprised and even more confused, "why does that bother you so much?"

"Why?" Can asked, not facing the man behind him, "because I don't want to be your bitch anymore."

"You were never my bitch," Tin gripped his shoulders, turning Can forcefully this time to match those hard eyes, "you know I respect you, I love you. You are one of the closest friends of mine."

Can smiled a little, nodding, "that is exactly why let's not jeopardize it."

Tin pulled away, "I don't understand your problem, Can. Do you not want me to get married?"

Can shook his head, "I want everything that will make you happy. She sounds like someone who will do it. I don't want to come in between."

"You are not," Tin said, grabbing Can's elbow with anguish written on his face, "Tell me what you want from me?"

I want you to love me.

Can wanted to scream that on Tin's face but he couldn't. All he could do was stare up at the man's eyes and try to hold in the tears that were hazing his vision.

Can sniffled with a laugh to cover his choked sob and turned away from Tin, "you do make everything such a big deal. Come on. It's not like we won't see each other anymore. Can we eat first? You said you were hungry."

Tin exhaled loudly, going around the counter to stand across Can, "don't even think I didn't see how you just changed the topic. This is not over, Can. We will talk it out and I am not giving up just yet."

Can smiled, "Not tonight, Tin. Please."

Tin rolled his eyes, taking the plates from Can and going over to the table to place them. Can emptied the rice in a bowl and followed the man. They sat across from each other, eyes on each other as Tin held his plate out for Can to fill it up. The lights were dimmed and the cold breeze from the window was making the atmosphere of the room bearable after a sunny day.

They ate in silence, Tin complimenting Can's cooking once in a while. The sound of his voice filling the void of the room. Can nodded along, taking the compliment with a small smile.

"I might be leaving for New York next week," Tin said suddenly, lips closed over a spoonful of rice, "you know, the new deal about the casino? Yeah, Mr Smith wants to finalize it as soon as possible."

Can nodded, taking up the bowl of rice and serving some on Tin's plate before taking some for himself, "that's great. You worked pretty hard for the deal."

Tin shrugged, "I am going alone."

Can frowned, "your secretary? She is not going? Security? God, Tin, don't go without the sec..."

He stopped when Tin raised a brow with amusement clear on his face. Can felt the heat on his face, the realization hitting him suddenly.

"Oh," Can whispered, "that's... that's..."

"That's?" Tin asked, placing the spoon on the plate and crossing his arms over the table to fix his eyes on Can, "that's what?"

Can looked down at his plate, making patterns with his spoon, "Tin, I have a lot of work here."

"You are a freelancer, Can," Tin sighed, "and it's not like we haven't gone anywhere before. Remember France, Italy, Amsterdam, London?"

Can gripped the spoon tightly in his hand, recalling their time together in those cities. He recalled waking up beside Tin or them walking around the city as Tin took him out for shopping.

Can remembered Tin taking him to Eiffel Tower, rolling his eyes when Can started taking cheesy photos of them. Can had them in his album and a few stuck on the fridge where Tin was present in almost every photo. He recalled Tin framing one for himself, which he had on his office desk. Still.

"I have work this time, Tin," Can said, shaking his head in denial.

"Are you planning on cutting all your ties with me, Can?" Tin asked, leaning on his elbows, "is that it?"

Can shook his head, "of course not, Tin! No. but..."

"We are going," Tin took the spoon back in his hand and started eating.

"You can't decide for me, Tin," Can said, "I can't go."

Tin said nothing, eating quietly. Can watched the man eat, feeling the desperation in him. He couldn't go. He had to stay away from Tin to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. He needed time to digest the possibility of Tin getting married. He needed to make amends with his own heart first.

"You will be out for meetings, what will I do?" Can said, desperate, "I will be bored."

Tin looked up at him, a smirk prominent on his face, "no worries, kitten. I can do what I did in France before leaving for the meeting."

Can opened his mouth and closed it. His brain taking him back to that day.

Tin had a meeting with some bakery chain in France. Can remembered Tin leaving him tied to the bed, sweating and squirming as a vibrator buzzed in him on its peak. He was blindfolded, left on a phone call with Tin so that the man could hear his moans and pleads.

When Tin had come back, Can was a sobbing and blabbering mess. Can remembered Tin fucking him throughout the night after that, leaving him sore for days...

"Stop it, Tin," Can said, not meeting the man's eyes.

Tin nodded, "I am going to New York and I am taking you with me, Can. Either you pack your luggage or I will drag you out as you are and I will buy your necessities when we reach there."

"Why do you want me to be there with you?!" Can asked, thumping his fist down on the table with frustration.

Tin shrugged, "I like waking up next to you."

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For a second Can stopped breathing, his eyes paused on the man who looked right back at him. When Can sucked in a breath, everything came rushing back. The words Tin said, the impact of those words and the hurt those words caused because Can knew, Tin didn't mean them the way Can wanted.

The scar in his heart opened again, blood oozing as hope tried to squirm out of that spot again. It took everything in him for Can to shut down the hope and glare at Tin with glossy eyes.

"Shut up, Tin," Can whispered, voice thick, "shut up."

Tin chuckled, "why? I said what I feel, Can. Those days in away with you, I felt the most alive."

Can said nothing, eating as fast as he could. Tin said nothing else either. The silence stuck around them.

When finished, Can took up the plate, going to the basin to wash them. As he wore his gloves, Tin came to stand beside him. Silently Can washed the dishes and gave it to Tin and Tin wiped them with the dry towel before placing it back on the plate rack.

Can frowned, looking at the open window of the kitchen as he heard the crashing sound of thunder. The heavy breeze carried in the smell of fresh soil and mist.

"Storm coming up," Tin mumbled, voicing out Can's thoughts. Can nodded, looking down at the leftover dishes.

"I should leave," Tin said, placing the towel down on the counter, "if it starts raining heavily then I won't be able to drive."

Can jumped as another thunder struck, the light catching Can's eyes. The wind started going wild, the sashes of the window thrashing open and closed with a loud noise.

Tin went to close it, locking it in place. He turned to face Can, pointing at his clothes.

"I will send these back soon," Tin said, walking out of the kitchen.

"Stay," Can said, sighing, "you came here to stay then why are you leaving?"

Tin turned towards him, "I came here for sex. We are not having it from now on as you said."

Can leaned back against the countertop, "just stay over. We can sleep on a bed without doing other stuff or if that irks you, I can sleep on the couch and you can sleep on the bed."

Tin smirked, "if I stay tonight, you have to come with me to New York."

"Lock the door as you leave," Can turned away, washing the leftover plate.

There were no words. Can heard footsteps retreating. Another thunder cracked through the sky, the sound so shrill, it made Can flinch. He heard the rain starting, the cool air carrying a whooshing sound with it.

He wiped his hands in the towel and ran towards the door, halting by the hall to see Tin tying his shoes.

"Stay," Can said, looking at Tin with pleading eyes, "the storm is getting stronger out there, Tin."

Tin stood up, shaking his head, "promise me first."

Can looked over at the window of the hall, the trees almost bending over to touch the ground with the force of the air. He looked back at Tin with pleading eyes but Tin stayed still and when Can said nothing, Tin turned to open the door.

"Fine," Can said, gritting his teeth, "I will go with you. Just stay the night."

Tin stood there for a moment, Can watching his back. After a moment Tin closed the door, turning to face Can with a nod.

"We are both sleeping on the bed," Tin said, voice firm.

Can nodded, "Fine."

Can hated the smile Tin gave him. He hated how much that relaxed him.

===$$===$$===

"Stop squirming," Tin whispered against Can's ear, crowding Can's back.

Can squeezed his eyes shut, face hidden in the pillow. Tin kissed the back of his neck, where he knew he had a mole. Can shivered, feeling goosebumps break through his skin.

"Tin," Can whispered, throat going dry as Tin kissed his way down his shoulder blade. Tin didn't answer, his arms tightening around Can's waist when Can tried to pull away.

Moist lips came back to his mole, making Can arch back.

"I will make you come to me, Can," Tin said, voice soft against Can's ear, "you will beg me to fuck you. For that, I will do whatever I can."

Can cursed, saying nothing as Tin pulled him closer. Hot breath fanned on his moist neck, Tin murmured good night against Can's ear, breathing going even.

The storm outside picked up force, the windows shaking with the force of the air. Inside Can's heart, he felt the storm too. It was turning into a tornado.

Can hoped he didn't lose anything in his internal turmoil.  

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