“Hello?” Heart called out. Knocking gently on the door that led to the beach. A small back porch that went flush into the sand a little held a table at the back all set up for eating. The lights were very bright in the darkness, illuminating far past the area.
“Come in, I was waiting for you guys. Anong told me you would come soon but that I should show you where the room is, so you guys can get settled first. She just went to grab a little something extra for you guys.” He said.
He was short, slightly hunched forward, he looked like a foreigner gentleman but he smiled at them the same way Anong had. His happy blue eyes and dark hair were a strikingly nice combination and he looked like a very handsome older version of Micheal D’Angelo. The man opened the screen door for them.
“Come, come.” He ushered them. Tapping his phone and sticking it into his pocket.
Heart pushed inside, making sure his backpack wouldn’t get caught on the door as he went through them.
“Anong phoned ahead and said we would have guests arriving from Bangkok.” He said tapping his cellphone.
“Handy things, aren’t they?” The man looked at Saint noticing his arms were empty.
“Oh, is this the only bag you guys brought with you?”
Saint shot Heart a look as he opened his mouth to say something.
Heart grinned cheekily.
“Ah, we are planning on doing some shopping in Old Town Phuket tomorrow. So we packed, very lightly.” Heart covered, while glancing at Saint with a cheeky grin.
“Oh good, good, what a smart idea. Pack light and it’s less to take back at the end of the trip if you shop.” He said, nodding happily with approval as if they were his children that had made a wise decision in front of him.
“See, if only we had packed lighter than we would have made it back to Bangkok in one piece.” The old lady’s voice came in and they all turned as she opened the door and walked inside with a watermelon in hand. Holding it like a prized possession.
“You let them have a minute, didn’t you?” She asked.
“You know, before you berated them with all your northerner questions and hospitality tactics right Finn?” The old lady accused.
“Anong, they just got inside. What was I supposed to do shoo them into the room immediately, before they could even get their shoes off?”
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The dark brown door at the end of the hall stood slightly open to reveal a little bathroom poking out from behind it.
He opened a door on the left side of the hallway and motioned that they should go inside.
“You guys can get settled in there and come out whenever you are ready. Anong should be setting everything up so things won’t be ready for a little bit.”
“Ah, I can go help her.” Heart offered quickly.
“Tchhh, tchh, tchh. Anong won’t hear of it and neither will I. Rest. Then come out after you are comfy.” He patted down his shirt, when he said comfy. Then when neither of them moved, he shooed them into the room. Putting up a gentle hand on their backs and shoving them lightly.
Heart stepped inside and Saint followed him into the little room which was maybe ten feet by twelve feet wide. It had a tiny little table and some blankets and pillows stacked beneath it, a small shrine set atop it.
The door clicked behind them and then they were left in the silence.
Heart cleared his throat awkwardly before walking over, kneeling down and pulling out the light blue blankets and straightening them out on the floor.
Once he was finished crawling around on the floor on all fours, he plopped down onto his bottom in the middle of it, took off his bag and shoved it where the pillows and blankets had been before and then sighed and leaned back on his arms looking up at Saint.
Saint smirked.
“So are you regretting leaving the bags there? I mean we are covered in sand and we have no clothes to change into, there is no way to get clean.” Heart said, cynically.
Saint smiled.
“Who says there is no way to get clean?” Saint stepped forward and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
“Uhh, what, what are you doing?” Heart said, closing his eyes and shrinking back instinctively.
Nothing happened as he stared into the greenish darkness behind his lids waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Heart peeked open a single eye and looked up to see Saint shirtless and shaking his shirt off gently in the corner away from the bed.
“Unlike you I don’t want sand in the bed.” Saint pointed at Heart’s foot where there were small bits of sand sprinkled around it.
Then he pulled his belt tight to loosen it and pulled it off.
“Your pants too?” Heart asked, alarmed.
“Yeah, you know, they were on the beach with me too. I dunno if you caught that.”
Heart chuckled nervously.
“You should take your stuff off too, and then we can shake out the bed.” Saint commanded.
“Now? Here?” Heart asked, his voice breaking in surprise.
“Unless you want me to do it for you?” Saint asked, stepping forward.
‘He is teasing me, isn’t he? Doesn’t he know I am human too, I have feelings, and right now I am feeling hot.’
“No, no, no, no, that’s really okay.” Heart stepped back, turned around and faced the wall and began unbuttoning too, pulling his shirt off his shoulders he paused with it hanging off his back the cuffs of his sleeves still around his wrists.
He lifted a shoulder slouching forward a minute.
‘He is looking isn’t he, I know he is, but if I turn then he will see more… Ah why is my stomach flipping so much? It’s fine, it’s just a shirt… and pants.’
“Don’t look.” Heart demanded.
“Are you looking?” He asked after pausing.
“Yes.” Saint said from behind him.
Heart sucked in a breath, knowing he couldn’t get him to stop. And realizing he really was trembling hard.
‘Why, am I?’
‘Because I like it, and it’s exciting.’ He removed his shirt slowly, aware of Saint’s eyes, but feeling a smidge braver after realizing the butterflies were less of an inconvenience than he should let them be.
He peaked over his shoulder a few times. Saint watched him, his eyes dancing with amusement every time their eyes met and Heart blush and turned back to the wall.
Saint chuckled and shook his head. “Alright, I am done changing. I am going to go play nice with our hosts. That way you can get clean without feeling like I am going to eat you alive.”
‘Feeling like?’
‘Aren’t I already dead, what feeling?’ He thought.
Heart yelped as a strong tingling, tickling sensation ran up his spine as Saint’s finger trailed up his back quickly.
“I promise, I won’t eat you. Even though you look better than anything anyone could serve me.” He purred into Heart’s ear.
‘When had he even stepped closer? How had he done so without moving the blankets? Pervert ninja.’
The bed under his feet shifted and then a few seconds later the door clicked. Heart let out a sigh of relief before collapsing to the bed, his shirt splaying out around him.
“Saint you are going to give me a heart attack.”
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