A plucked-out tune, a tease of a note, the sound incomplete with no lyrics, it was all music to his ears.
It was all about the musician who created the music that brought the right emotions. And his brought out all of them. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Another pull of a string, a frustrated groan from the other room, Apo could only look down at the stove with a bowed head to snicker, made sure to not disturb the flow or as Mile called it ‘his Greeny time’ whatever that meant. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
He knew better than to be too inclusive or demanding of his time, Apo just enjoyed the fact they could indulge in the simplicities of life together now. The facet of having to go back and forth, his apartment, Mile’s, too much work. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
The first couple of months were admittedly rocky, no new live-in situation was simple and the couple of hotel rooms they’d shared together were not the best examples to prepare them, yet here they were – months later – in bliss. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Disagreements abundant, misunderstandings normal – those tended to end with mind-blowing make up sex that left them ruined and tenderly sore. Apo recalled the replay of ‘turbulence’ once and he was never doubted on food choice again. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Their mornings varied, dependent on work schedules, personal schedules, etcetera. Today was a gloriously sleep in day, they’d fallen asleep to the television on, curtains drawn, curled together. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Come morning, Mile had been hit with a bout of motivation to try to write something, anything, to just listen to his guitar song. Apo enjoyed when Mile was passionate about something. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
When it hit, he had to let his fingers fly on the beautiful instruments that Apo had to share his love with, not that he minded; if he had to pick mistresses, he was glad they were ones he could throw if Mile decided to really cheat. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Not naturally destructive, just possessive, Apo tended to like keeping his eye on Mile from straying too far from his side. As much as PDA was reserved for their home, he knew his shaded glares met their intended targets during events. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
A shake of his head as he heard a ‘Crap!’ come from the living room, rolled his eyes as Apo peeked to the time atop the microwave, it blared ‘10AM’. Was Mile not intending to eat today? He sighed with frustrated admiration, “This man…” #FallforYouFHxMileApo
It was a bad habit they were both notorious for: work focused. When they were in the roll of something, their focus never strayed and they gave it 100 percent of their effort, even at the expense of neglecting necessities like food, sleep, each other. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
“Phakphum?”
“I’m not hungry.”
Apo grumbled, “The hell you’re not.” He glanced about, to the stove of the eggs, they would probably be too upsetting to Mile. A peek to the Farmhouse bread, he snorted. Ironic they owned it themselves. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
It really was delectable and who were they to say no to free food from their sponsors? The younger reached over to grab a slice of multigrain and another regular, he wasn’t sure which the other would like. The thought of double trip annoyed him. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Apo liked to be efficient where possible, limit the transportation time.
Making round trips for what he could do in the moment was more proficient. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Slipped feet padded over into the living room, his eyes traced the lines of that broad back clad in an oversized sweater, he licked his lips. Mile wasn’t supposed to look utterly ravishing and somehow, even after all the time, he did. Impeccably well. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
“Mile.”
“Mm.”
Another roll of his eyes, Apo tiptoed to linger close to Mile, tease with the slice of the bread near his face, avoided the man who went to grab it with his face, he snorted, “What’re you a shark?”
“No, just take it and eat it right or you’ll get crumbs in your guitar.”
“Mm.” Those black eyes were not looking at him, head ducked back to the strings to pluck at them again, the green of the guitar reflected Mile’s expression of furrowed concentration. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Ignored. What rudeness. Apo deadpanned, waved the bread slice once again, the scent would entice Mile’s stomach that growled, had the man peek up and attempt to grab it this time with one hand and it was pulled away. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
“Hey-”
“Play a solo for me.”
“…What?”
“That’s what your stuck on right? Inspiration. You always say that I inspire you…so…play for me.” #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Mile swallowed down an emotion of uncertainty, eyes reflected something, and Apo could only offer the widest smile.
Apo always drew strength from this man, the ability to fall back because hands were readily there to stabilize him, lips that drew back an accepting smile to assure he was okay, he wanted to reciprocate.
It was all Mile needed to reflect an even wider, brighter smile that Apo had to squint to avoid being permanently blinded by it. In his temporary frozen admiration, the slice was stolen, and he clicked his tongue.
Then the fingers played. The pale digits that normally knew how to tune HIM deliciously were dancing against the long strings, plucked, pulled, and the sweet sounds that produced had Apo laugh. Mile looked adorable. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
A bread slice in his mouth, half eaten, tried to pull away from Apo trying to take it like a dog with a toy he wanted to continue chewing, and what could Apo do but to laugh further. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Pull out his cellphone from his pocket, he recorded it, pressed play to his video, and would treasure the image of those eyes all lit up, lips surrounded the softness of the bread, and the hands that worked up a fervent song of nothing and everything. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Mile had a lot of fans, but Apo was number one. Not because they were together, but because his adoration of this Samoyed went above and beyond simple friendship. His heart just sang equally keen to Mile’s guitar. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
A small wiggle of his hips and waist, encouraged Mile to keep going; made sure he had enough space on his phone before the man stopped and waved the piece of bread, “See? No mess.”
Mile blew a kiss and winked to the phone the one behind the camera. His eyes just brimmed with sappy love.
The fact that Apo caught this view on his phone, filmed for his own private memory folder. It was the best as he whispered back, 'Love you'. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
Mile stuffed the slice into his mouth, cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk that Apo wanted to lean over and bite when the process repeated. It seemed the stimulation of Apo’s encouragement, the treat, and his presence was enough. #FallforYouFHxMileApo
The tune carried into their house, it ignited a comfortable aura of serenity they rarely indulged in and they wouldn’t have it with anyone else.
Heart was pressed to his ribcage, body melted to the one he straddled, increased heat of the vehicle, it all made for a beautiful delirium of lust that made Apo want to live in the dreamscape forever.
“Mile…” A raspy whisper escaped him or was it a whine?
Spine paralyzed, his face suddenly stippled dark red from the blood spatter as his comrade fell, crumpled to the ground like a useless rag doll, contorted with lifeless eyes that stared at him, red lines outlined a halo around that head. Gone.
A jerk of his head towards the open front door, there stood a man whose mouth and nose were covered by a black face mask, but Apo could see those eyes. Cold as black ice, callous as stone, zero regard for life as the silencer lifted once again.
The droplets of rain that hit the windowpane sounded like white noise, intense to subtle, fingers matched the rhythm unconsciously.
Tapping and clicking buttons on a laptop, paused to stifle a yawn, palms fisted against eyes.
How was he still functioning? Correct answer? He wasn’t. The time? It was 11PM.
He should have been at home.
A brief pause in his thoughts, Apo looked to the other occupants of the university library. Two making out on a couch, and two on separate tables with the notable hunch of concentration.
Beauty was a complex concept to comprehend, to brand. They say it depends on the eye of the beholder, the subject, and the reaction.
Mile could never find himself terribly impressed by anyone.
The models, they all blended the same, glided around like swans, or wannabes geese, chins jutted out.
Painted pouty lips, bright eyes, knock off of one another.
The runway was the chop of the ax. Mile always situated himself up front to get a close angle, analyze, determine if they deserved to keep their contract or not. They worked hard yet failed.