THARNTYPE ONE SHOTS

Bonus Episode 8: A Special Box

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Tharn went inside his apartment with a big sigh. It was good to be home even as much as he loved his family. He still couldn't help feeling disappointed at the fact that it had been P' San sitting next to him and giving him a gift and not Type. 

Despite Tharn telling P'San that he was okay with anything, Tharn knew that he probably got him something really thoughtful. He hadn't even opened it yet. All he'd been looking forward to was Type's birthday message and his gift and it was kind of sad that he didn't have high expectations for either. 

Tharn shook his head at his own thoughts. He would be fine once he saw his boyfriend again. Seeing Type always made him forget everything but touching him, kissing him, looking at him. As he turned to drop his bag on the couch, he saw a can of coke on the nightstand. It had a sticky note with a familiar handwriting. 

He picked it up with a puzzled look. 

It said: No sprite. Drink this to spike your sugar instead. Open the drawer. 

Short and sweet to the point. Tharn looked down at the coke and shook his head. Type knew damn well his favorite soda was Sprite, but the coke was more than he was expecting. It was a sore consolation prize to not seeing Type at home, though. 

Tharn opened the drawer with the coke still in his hand. With one hand he opened the pretty green box and looked down in shock. His eyes widened and a chuckle escaped him as he saw the variety of flavored condoms Type had given him. 

He smiled from ear to ear as he looked towards their apartment door. "Hurry home, Type. I can't wait to try out your birthday present," he said out loud to the quiet room. 

Later

Type walked into the apartment with his own sigh of relief. Sweat clung to his body and made him feel sticky and gross all over. As he came around the bend he spotted Tharn and immediately felt better. He had felt really guilty about not going with him to his birthday party, but his reasoning was still sound. 

Tharn smiled at him like a cat who ate the canary - knowingly and lasciviously. Type gave him one of his signature frowns and played it cool. "You're back."

"Hmm. I came back this morning," Tharn said with that stupid grin still on his face. 

"So..." Type looked towards the drawer where he'd put the condoms and tried to play it off. 

"Did you buy any food? I'm hungry" Type said to change the subject. He knew where Tharn was going with this and needed to get fed first. 

"I bought a lot of food," Tharn said with a sly tone. "Chocolate, Strawberries, oranges, melons, peaches...."

Type blushed and frowned even harder. "Since when are you a herbivore? Why are there only fruits?"

Tharn reached below the quilt on their bed next to where he was sitting and took out the box. 

Type blushed even harder. Of course he wouldn't just  give me a break. He had to be all cheesy about it. 

After Tharn teased him a bit more he offered him some of his chocolate cake. Type could tell he was hurt, but instead of apologizing he offered a peace offering.

"How about I take a bath and we go get something to eat?" Type asked with a small smile.

Tharn's eyes lit up with pleasure. "Okay."

In the end, Tharn went to take a bath first and Type turned to look around for some clothes to wear. Unfortunately, he hadn't done laundry and couldn't find any clean ones.