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A convertible sports vehicle worth over ten million baht drove through the gate and came to a stop in front of the large building. The driver stepped out hurriedly, his sharp, beautiful eyes clearly revealing his anxiety as he prepared to rush into the building. But...
"Khun Win."
Snap.
"Aunt Kaew, what happened last night?" The newcomer immediately turned to the head housekeeper, causing the listener to slowly shake her head.
"I don't know the details either. Last night, I was already asleep. But the youth in the house said Khun Pakin was very angry and took Khun Graphic up to his room. Chai waited here all night."
"What?" Win interjected immediately upon hearing a certain name. His sharp, beautiful eyes, even without makeup, intensely locked onto the head housekeeper's face, causing the older woman to quickly lead the way into the house, as if seeing it for himself was better. Win hurriedly followed.
Thud.
"As you can see, Khun Win. Chai waited right there all night."
Phawit saw it even before the head housekeeper reported... the broad back of the large frame sitting motionless on the floor, head drooping down, indicating its owner could no longer fight the exhaustion and had fallen asleep in that condition. It looked completely unlike his usual self as Khun Pakin's trusted right-hand man.
"Did Kin order this?"
"Yes." The young model stood still for a moment, looked at the wide back for a beat, then turned to look at the head housekeeper again.
"Aunt, you can go back to work."
Aunt Kaew acknowledged and excused herself back to the kitchen. But Win remained standing, looking at Panchai's back like that, as if deciding what he should do.
He had only just learned about the incident upon his return. The moment he found out, he rushed here, worried about the other young man who would face the explosive temper of his elder cousin. But he had completely forgotten that it wasn't just Graphic who would get punished; the person supposed to keep everything at the event under control probably got it just as bad. And no matter how worried he was now, he wouldn't risk going to his cousin's room.
More than that... was Win worried about Graphic? He was. But he couldn't deny his heart was worried about someone else too.
The thought propelled the person who stepped towards the motionless figure, moving around to the front before kneeling down. His charming eyes swept over the sharp-featured face, from the chin with its shadow of stubble up to the cheek with a large bruise, causing his heart to skip a beat for a split second.
He had seen this man injured many times, but he never got used to it, not even once.
He didn't know if it was this thought that made Win reach his hand out, touching the cheek before cupping it to lift the face with the utmost gentleness, afraid the other would wake up. Until the sharp face of the man over a decade older was fully visible, revealing the large bruise to his sight.
The bruise made Win inadvertently bite his own lip, unable to stop his fingertips from stroking down to the corner of the mouth.
You should let go, Win.
The young model told himself that, but his two hands refused to pull away while touching the skin temperature that was warmer than most people's. It was always like this. Panchai's body was warmer than others'. A temperature he had felt in childhood and tried to hold onto as a teenager, right up until... it slipped away.
Win truly couldn't stop himself from leaning down further, his eyes only on the face of the person who had been embedded in his heart all along. He knew he should stop. Not just stop touching this man, but also extinguish the hope that should have died out years ago. But it... had never been completely extinguished, not even once.
Now, his breath was within reach, and the lips he had tasted in childhood were right in front of him.
But before he could even close his eyes...
Whoosh.
Snap.
"What are you doing to me?!"
The tightly closed eyelids flew open, accompanied by two hands firmly grabbing his shoulders, causing the young model to freeze for a split second. He looked at the person who was speaking in a strong voice, and without needing to be told explicitly, he knew... it was a rejection.
It was enough for his lips to form a beautiful smile that contrasted with the cutting words.
"I just wanted to get a closer look at your condition. What... did you think I was going to kiss you?"
"Khun Win."
Phawit still didn't release the hand cupping the cheek. The young model just pushed the bruised side of the face up and spoke in a cold voice.
"Should I say it serves you right, or should I pity you?"
The listener didn't answer. Panchai just looked at the Nong of his boss for a moment, then respectfully averted his eyes downward. Even though the other was younger, turning his face away made the person who had woken up see something he shouldn't have seen on the other's neck.
When Win knelt, his wide-necked shirt gaped open even more, revealing several fresh red marks, as if the person who made them intentionally wanted others to see. It was enough to make the subordinate inadvertently stare at them motionless, until the owner of the neck became aware. The young model looked down to follow his gaze, then gave a faint smile.
"Last night, I was with Phîi Seen." Win said while releasing the hand that was cupping the cheek, also standing up, prompting the person who had waited here all night to stand up as well.
"Phîi Seen found out about what happened at the race this morning. So I found out too. That's why I just came now." Win didn't hide the fact that he had slept with his close friend, Phîi Chai's friend. No... ever since the first time he decided to sleep with that man, while raising his hand to touch the marks, not even knowing they were there.
"I told him many times not to leave marks. I know full well that in my profession, I shouldn't leave things like this... You don't need to look at me with such a reproachful expression."
"... I wasn't, sir." Panchai immediately shifted his gaze to the floor as he answered, making the listener let out a mocking laugh.
Win was mocking himself.
"Is that so." The young model said only that and fell silent.
How could he forget that the other was only concerned about him as Khun Pakin's Nong? Nothing more than that.
The silence almost made Win turn back to his room, if not for the person standing just two steps away speaking up first.
"Please be careful during this time, sir."
Hah.
Phawit was silent for a moment, then glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly before saying...
"Worry about yourself first, whether you'll be killed by the boss." The young man said only that before heading upstairs. Not because he wanted to rest, but because he wanted to escape the gaze that stared at him as if condemning how easy he was.
That concern was just lip service, spoken out of duty.
In the end, he was just a burden his cousin had entrusted Panchai to look after.
The sun moved from the horizon to the center of the sky and then past it, indicating it was afternoon. But the two men on the bed showed no signs of waking up, until the mobile phone still in the pocket of the pants discarded haphazardly on the floor blared. The owner of the device moved a little, lifting his head slightly, squinting to look at the clock that said it was already two in the afternoon.
Of course, Pakin was irritated by the blaring sound, but just as he was about to get up, the sound stopped, making him almost lie down to sleep again. However...
"Shit-lizard!" The communication device rang out again, making him curse under his breath. He pulled the blanket off and got up irritably, pulled his own pants up, reached into the pocket, before throwing the pants back down into a pile on the floor. But just as he was about to answer to yell into it...
"Let-me-die... " The name appearing on the screen made the newly awakened person groan in his throat, even more irritated. But... he couldn't yell at this person.
This might be the only person he still had any deference for.
Too late. "Hello," Pakin therefore grunted into the phone shortly, while running his hand through his hair forcefully, now fully awake.
To deal with the person on the other end, he needed his brain fully alert.
[What's up, my beloved son?]
Yes, the caller... was Pakin's own biological Phô.
"What do you need, Phô?" While the young man asked flatly, the hoarse, deep tone that indicated he had just woken up made the other end laugh delightedly.
[Does a Phô need a reason to call his son, Pakin? Or are you... cuddling with someone?]
Even though he couldn't see the other's face, how could the listener not perceive the pressure transmitted through the phone line? He lowered his legs to place them beside the bed, leaning forward slightly, as if he weren't in the bedroom but in a conference room with tigers, lions, bulls, and rhinos ready to corner him. His eyes, once squinting and drowsy, now gleamed as he retorted.
"You should know well that I have my fun every night... I'm an apple that didn't fall far from the tree."
[Hahahahaha! A fitting answer for my son. Your Nong isn't half the man you are, Pakin.]
The owner of the name Pakin just lifted the corner of his mouth, thinking of his full-blooded Nong whose personality was the complete opposite of his. To compare, he was like an American, while his Nong was like a proper English gentleman. His Nong was currently studying at a university in England and had no interest in the business in Thailand. It seemed he wouldn't be returning to Thailand anytime soon, either.
"So, is it a girl from Vienna or Budapest now?"
[Hahaha! You're behind on the news, son. It's a girl from Florence now.]
Pakin just laughed softly in his throat, though he still didn't trust that the other had called just for small talk. And it was as he expected, when...
[I heard a little rumor.]
"From which dog?"
[If you knew who my informants are, you wouldn't dare call them dogs, Pakin.]
The son just shrugged, because he didn't care who his Phô's informants were. As long as his Phô knew his movements in Thailand, he likewise knew his Phô's movements in Europe. But what he was wondering about was which rumor this was about.
If it wasn't about business, then it had to be...
The thought of the person who glanced at another person on the bed, who was lying face down on the pillow with no indication of waking up to hear the conversation.
[Do you need any help?]
"Hmph. Even if you held a gun to my head, I wouldn't bow my head and beg you." It was another instance that made the other end laugh with delight, because he knew well that his eldest son was the type who would rather break than bend. Ever since growing up, no matter how difficult the situation, he never thought to bow his head to anyone, even if that person was his own biological Phô.
[If you can handle it, that's good... I'm thinking of coming back to Thailand for a bit.]
"When?" Pakin shot back, while his brain was calculating how to deal with the man who was the blueprint for his own intimidation. The other end replied only with...
[I'll drop by when I get bored of Florence.]
The other said only that, and the son knew well that the mentioned Florence was most likely not the name of a city, but probably the girl he was currently dating. Then the call ended, leaving the person in Thailand sitting still for a moment with his elbows on his knees, then slowly shaking his head. He threw the phone back onto the pile of clothes, while his mind still couldn't figure out the true purpose of the other's call.
If it was about last night, it wouldn't be too troublesome. But if it was about that-brat...
The thought made the person who moved back to the center of the bed again look at the naked body lying face down, covered by a blanket to the middle of the back. He tilted his head to the other side of the bed, until he had to reach a hand out.
"No fever." The target was the cheek peeking out from the pillow, touching to make sure the temperature of the easily-sick that-brat was normal. Then he slowly moved the back of his hand along the line of the neck, until reaching the white shoulder of someone who almost never saw the sun.
At least he wasn't sick.
Pakin thought this while wanting to lie down and sleep a little more. But since he was fully awake, what happened last night floated back into his head and told himself that this wasn't time to rest, but time to clear up problems.
Someone like him wouldn't let them act presumptuously like this. If they wanted a war, he would give it to them!
It's just that he was concerned about...
"Mmm... "
Whoosh.
That-brat who groaned softly in his throat then turned over to lie on his back, eyelids opening slowly as if sensing something had woken him from slumber, causing the watcher to freeze for a moment.
He wasn't frozen because he was awake, but frozen by the thought that he was hesitating to retaliate against those nuisances simply because he was concerned about that-brat.
The young man, upon opening his eyes and seeing who was staring, widened his eyes.
"Phîi... Pakin."
"Who did you think I was?"
"No, it's not that, I... I just... " Graphic's voice trailed off immediately as soon as he moved, the soreness attacking him. More importantly, he even felt like something was inserted at his rear.
The sensation brought the punishment from last night back into his head... every image, every event, every feeling, even... every position they had done.
Gasp.
That very second, Krittitee almost pulled the blanket over his head because, even though he was quite out of it last night, he remembered clearly how his body had surrendered to the other, moaning no differently from an AV actress, could only hold onto the other's neck and let him punish as he wished. But his stubbornness, insisting he was also a man, held Graphic back. Not that the hand holding the blanket wasn't trembling.
The watcher saw the demeanor so clearly that the corner of his mouth lifted.
"What are you thinking about?"
"N-nothing." The young man shook his head immediately, in contrast to his pale cheeks which were visibly turning red.
"It's good you're not thinking too much. But also be conscious of what I told you last night... I still don't want to see you become target practice." Pakin said this as he got up, but it made the watcher almost flinch and grab for him.
Snap.
"What?"
The large frame, now standing at its full height, turned back when his wrist was grabbed, revealing the handsome face of the delinquent youth looking up at him. The look in his eyes held only fear and uncertainty, until his voice quieted down. He looked at the youth who was trying to say something, but he just opened his mouth and then closed it, as if unsure whether to speak.
Normally, Pakin would pressure him to spit it out, but because his condition indicated that last night he had been quite rough, the young man remained calm and waited quietly.
Until Graphic opened his mouth again, trying to summon back his confidence, though his voice was still short.
"Phîi... are you... still angry with me?" The only worry deeply embedded in his heart.
"I don't know if I'll cause more problems for you or not, but I... I will try to think more than this. I will try... not to cause you trouble." The first effort, conveyed through a trembling voice that told how truly sorry he felt. The listener remained standing silently, not responding.
"Are you... no longer angry with me... Khrap?" The stubborn youth who often spoke bluntly and shortly, but this time ended with such a polite tone that the watcher froze for a moment.
He was scared. How could Pakin not know? But was he scared enough to not cause trouble again?
No.
Yet, the person who intended to make the youth conscious couldn't stop himself from reaching out to hold his head and press down gently.
"If I were angry, I would have thrown you out of the room already." The tall figure said this, then moved his hand down to hold the forehead.
"I'm going to the company. You should sleep some more. I don't want to come back to see a sick person."
"I'm not that weak... "
The young man who was about to open his mouth to argue fell silent immediately when, before he could even finish speaking, the other lifted the corner of his mouth. Although he had seen Phîi Pakin smile many times, none of them had been a smile like this.
Every other time, it was either a bored smile or a charming smile full of self-confidence. But this time, it was fond.
He was feeling that Phîi Pakin was fond of him.
The smile was enough to make all sounds swallowed in his throat, while his cheeks felt terrifyingly hot. He could only release the other's wrist and pull the blanket up to his neck, not even daring to look at the strong physique with its beautiful muscle bundles, including the face that still wore that smile. And Graphic almost raised his hand to cover his ears because...
"Then I'll be waiting to see."
The amused tone that was so pleasant to hear seemed to echo in his head, sending directly into his trembling, fluttering heart.
Even though there was no morning kiss like before, no other intimate touch, just a smile and a soft voice, it made the young man easily agree to go back to rest. Because he was feeling that Phîi Pakin was allowing him to step closer. Even if it was only a few steps, it was closer... than he had ever been in his entire life.
Krittitee thought he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, but in reality, due to the exhaustion, the soreness, and the depleted energy, he promptly fell asleep again. And it seemed it would have been like that until sunset, if not for the fact that amidst his fading consciousness, Graphic started feeling like he was floating.
A touch that was soft and dreamy, tender and gentle like a sweet dessert, and... getting wet.
Not just wet, but warm too.
The sensation made him slowly, slowly open his eyelids... to find...
"Hey! Ouch!"
Graphic used almost all his strength to push the shoulders of the person straddling above him away, also pushing himself backward. But moving too forcefully caused a painful jolt, making him groan "ow" in his throat, and that made the person who was pushed away, who had been licking his lips with a provocative demeanor, speak in a pleasant voice.
"Awake now, Sleeping Beauty?"
"Phîi Win! What the hell are you doing?!"
Yes, the person who kissed him awake was this person: Win.
"Not playing. Just waking you up. It's four o'clock, you sleepyhead." The model said with a laugh in his voice, making the listener turn to look at the clock, not quite believing he had slept until this late in the evening. But he couldn't help speaking stubbornly.
"You could have woken me up normally, Phîi. Why did you have to kiss me?"
"Don't act like you've never done it before."
The young man couldn't argue, because the other was indeed the person who had taught him how to kiss, after all. Plus, he couldn't deny it felt good.
Kisses from Phîi Win made him feel like he was floating, not violently wild like someone else.
"Hey, Phîi!"
The thought that almost spiraled out of control when, just as he turned back, he found the other was scrutinizing something, making him look down to follow his gaze. And then he found... the blanket was gone!
The thick blanket that had been covering him had been thrown back to the other side of the bed, leaving only his naked body for the older man to stare at. Moreover, the gaze looked quite satisfied. And Graphic wouldn't have been this embarrassed if the other hadn't spoken up.
"It's a usable size."
Thud.
"Whoa! I'm not talking to you anymore, Phîi. I'm going to take a shower."
Graphic said outright... he was extremely embarrassed.
No matter how satisfied Phîi Win was with the standard size, it wasn't something to talk about, was it?
The young man thought this as he dragged his body towards the bathroom. Even though he was still quite sore, it was much better than last night. And it probably wouldn't have been a problem if the person who woke him... hadn't followed him in.
"Hey, Phîi Win! Why are you coming in?"
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I've seen it all already."
"You're not embarrassed, but I am!" Of course, the young man tried to push the other out, but who would believe that the slender, slim figure—who looked good even in home clothes like five-part pants and a white t-shirt—would have enough strength to hold his ground? He even managed to push his way into the bathroom, while his charming face lifted in a slight smile.
"What happened last night?" Contrary to the voice that clearly showed seriousness.
A seriousness that Graphic himself didn't dare to be willful about. He could only press his lips together, remembering the events of last night.
"It was my fault."
"Was it Graphic's fault, or did Kin force you to think it was Graphic's fault?"
Thud.
The young man froze immediately, looked at the person he wanted to consider a Phîi, and then was speechless. He could only step back, then turn into the glass door as he spoke softly.
"It was my own stupid jealousy."
"Tell me about it."
Win said this while hopping up to sit on the bathroom counter, looking directly at the young man who was still hesitantly staring at the showerhead, then lowering his head as if conscious of what he had done. But Phawit was thinking differently.
Whether Graphic was truly at fault or not, his cousin always believed he himself was right. So, even though he roughly knew the gist of the story, he wanted to hear it from the mouth of this-brat. And it seemed he was also feeling stifled, needing someone to vent to, because everything came pouring out continuously, until the listener let out a long sigh.
"It was my fault, wasn't it, Phîi?" Graphic asked uncertainly.
The young man turned to look. But the silence made him quiet down, then he turned to turn on the water.
"I caused trouble for Phîi Pakin, didn't I?"
Phawit remained silent because he was using his brain. And thinking it through, the young model found that if he were still Graphic's age, he probably would have made the same decision to come out. Who could stand being in the vehicle with a woman who thought she could sleep with the person he loved? Even now, as an adult, he couldn't stand it either.
But being an adult had taught him the word "endurance."
A word his elder cousin wanted to teach the youth to remember by heart. But did he forget that for someone to remember this word, it takes time to learn? It's like telling a child that arguing with parents is a bad thing, but expecting that child to stop arguing with his parents that very day... the speaker should be able to do it first.
And Kin used to be more patient than this.
The thought of the Nong who had seen his cousin throughout the years, and found that in recent years, even though his cousin was the type who had to get what he wanted, had to have his orders followed, he had never been so violently emotional as to hurt anyone without reason. But since returning to Thailand, Phawit had seen his cousin fly into extreme rage several times. And to be honest, every time... was related to this-youth.
"It's good that you're conscious of it." But the young model said only that, not thinking to elaborate on his cousin's thoughts for the other to understand.
Some things, even if said, wouldn't be believed. It was better to let him experience it himself.
"But it's really great, huh... "
"What did you say just now, Phîi?" Because the voice had softened, combined with the sound of the shower, Graphic had to ask again. The handsome model just laughed softly in his throat, shaking his head slowly.
He himself didn't want to let the youth know that he was... jealous.
From his perspective, no matter how unreasonable his cousin was, everything he did stemmed from just one word that the person himself might still not admit the truth of... concern.
So concerned that he's become a mad dog like this. When will he realize it?
"Phîi was just asking... can you wash yourself properly?"
"Huh!" The person who was hesitantly dealing with washing his lower half turned to look at the speaker immediately... the person who stepped down from the counter and walked straight to the glass door.
The person who, even with a beautifully attractive face, sharp and chic even without makeup, not to mention a figure slimmer than Graphic's, carried a threat no different from his close cousin.
"Need help?" Then Win smiled a captivating smile that would probably make men follow him in droves. But that instead made the young man's face flush hot, shaking his head vigorously.
"Phîi Win, don't bother. I can do it!"
Whoosh.
But it was too late. The moment the young model opened the glass door, that wasn't all; he also pulled his t-shirt off over his head with an effortless, yet... extremely sexy, motion.
The half-naked body of the young model, both tall and slender, not to mention the extremely fair and beautiful skin that even women would envy, adorned with hickies sweeter than most Thai people's, which were slightly swollen. The owner wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Besides stepping close to the young man under the stream of water, he lifted a captivating smile, then said in an amused voice.
"Can you wash yourself properly?" Graphic wanted to lie and say yes, but looking into those smiling eyes...
"No... I can't... " He couldn't lie to Phîi Win.
"Then Phîi will teach you. You should clean it before doing it." And how could Win let such a fun opportunity slip away? The young man continued immediately.
"It doesn't hurt to know how, because Kin probably won't stop at just this one time." The young model said while lowering his hand downward. And what could Graphic do except... let the teacher teach.
They say adults have experienced hot water before. But having an adult teach him... opened up a new world for him unbelievably.
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