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When the sky was covered by the blanket of the night, the entire large mansion was left with only the landscape lights illuminating the walkways. Meanwhile, inside the various bedrooms, the lights were being turned off one or two at a time, indicating the residents were entering their slumber. However, deep inside the master bedroom of the homeowner, the young man who had to wake up early in the morning was still blinking his eyes, looking at the face of the room's owner who had just uttered a sentence.
“I have to go down south tomorrow.”
“Again?”
When Pakin retorted with a question, the stubborn youth lying naked beside him prepared to argue, but found himself unable to do so. He could only shut his mouth and let his gaze sweep over their condition.
Oh, no wonder he went all out on me, because he won't be here anymore.
Lately, Graphic had become quite accustomed to having relations with the ruthlessly-tough man who was extremely resilient. If Âi Ruthless had enough energy to run around in the garden all day, the one who bought him could also have him all night long. To the point that he now felt his body had become much stronger... Working out like this four nights a week, huh.
Therefore, when he was sitting on the bed reading a book that Janjao had forced on him and was climbed on by the man who had just returned, he willingly accepted the touch. But he only realized now that the reason for the frantic, pounding thrusts was to make up for the time lost to work. And...
“How long will you be gone?”
“I can't give an answer. I have to go see if there are any problems first.”
The listener exhaled heavily through his nose, indicating... extreme displeasure.
“You dare make that kind of sound at me now?”
“Yeah. I'm just your tool for relieving sexual desire. Why would you take me along?” These days, the troublemaker youth was starting to learn that arguing was useless. Raising his voice did not help. And after experimenting with what Win had suggested, Graphic found that this tone of feeling hurt and neglected was the most effective.
But I'm not faking it. I really am hurt.
"Heh."
Bloody fucking hell.
The sight of the large frame just laughing softly in his throat made him curse inwardly. He made a move to get up from the bed to take another shower to vent his frustration, but...
Snap
A large hand locked onto his neck first and pulled once. The slender frame fell onto his back, lying against Pakin's chest, forcing him to look up to meet his eyes.
“Is it your time of the month?”
Shouldn't you ask yourself that, you possessed freak?
Graphic turned his face away, trying to stop his mouth from uttering anything that would get him thrown out of the room. That made the large hand rest on his dark hair, ruffling it gently as if telling him to stop being angry with him. Meanwhile, the sharp, stern face was also filled with pensive lines.
The major project he had been preparing for years would start next month. Therefore, he now needed to be as prepared as possible... and as safe as possible.
Not his own life, but that of the stubborn youth who had probably forgotten what happened to him a month ago.
Even though the incident on the race night had been over for a month, there was no way the one who held power over many people would not know that his adversary was waiting for him to reveal an opening and a weakness. It was just that someone like Pakin did not intend to reveal his weakness to anyone. Although he didn't want to admit it, he could not deny that now, the youth he once found annoying... was the biggest blind spot in his life.
A weakness and a blind spot kept closest at hand, protected under the iron fortress of this place.
As long as Graphic remained in this house and strictly followed his rules, this youth would be safe. But there was no way the young man wouldn't know how much this stubborn youth wanted to go with him.
Even though that place was one of his domains, in a situation where people were constantly coming and going to prepare the locations around the island... he would not take the risk.
Pakin could challenge danger at any time, risk any situation. But looking at the face of the youth who wanted to be by his side but acted no different from prey, it was not yet time to take him along.
Heh, who knows if in ten years he'll even be as mature as Win is now.
That youth was mumbling to himself, and he didn't need psychic powers to know he was cursing him.
“That place is too dangerous.”
The young man who was cursing looked up immediately to meet the pair of sharp eyes. The narrator just reached his other hand to grab a cigarette from the bedside table, then lit it skillfully, letting the curious person wait first.
Only after blowing smoke into the air did he turn back to meet his gaze again. It seemed Graphic had understood the 'wait' command, just like Âi Ruthless.
The act of lying still and waiting for him for many seconds made the man, who previously never thought to talk about his work, willing to open his mouth.
Pakin had never told this story to anyone, except those with shared interests. But this time, he was willing to tell a youth who was not involved in the slightest. Perhaps because of... the hurt tone that seemed to ask if he was going to leave him alone again.
Lately, Graph had been daring to show that he was afraid of being abandoned, so he probably needed to give some reassurance that he had no intention of abandoning him.
“I got some ideas back when I was studying in the States. After returning to Thailand, I traveled around the regions of Thailand. There were also resorts secretly known as hiding places for foreign millionaires. I started by buying up islands in the southern region, partly to open a casino. Until I found this island. The scenery was what I wanted. The size of the island was just right, located away from waters considered to be the territory, so I contacted them to buy it. I spent almost my entire savings until I got it. Then I prepared for over two more years."
Graphic didn't think the other party would tell him this. Since when had Pakin ever talked about anything concerning himself? Work was an even bigger deal. It was mostly him who, lately, liked to talk about this and that, which the other party was willing to listen to. Therefore, when the large man was willing to speak up and tell the story, all the hurt feelings he had completely vanished.
The young man only knew that being able to lie against his chest, look up at his face, listen to the tough guy tell him about his work and smoke... was unbelievably warm.
A warmth in his heart from knowing he was allowed to take another step closer to him.
“What kind of work is it?” And he couldn't help but wonder what work this man had prepared for two whole years.
The listener's eyes sparkled brilliantly. He took a full drag of smoke into his lungs and then... smiled wickedly.
“The biggest illegal street race, of course.”
“A... race?” The young man even flipped over, propping himself up on his elbows on the broad chest, asking back in disbelief.
He knew Pakin was obsessed with speed, but he never thought he would go that far.
“Yes. I developed the entire island into a race track. Smooth routes, steep slopes, uphill, hairpin turns. The finish line is in the center of the island. It runs all week. No rules, no safety guarantees. Play dirty however you want. Every racer who participates must be prepared to die, because there will be no legal repercussions. In exchange for the fame and fortune that will pour to the winner.” The more Graphic listened, the wider his eyes opened, because he had never heard anything this insane before.
“And what do you get out of it?”
It definitely wasn't just for thrills. No matter how much he loved speed, the other party wouldn't risk building a track like this just to see racers crash down the mountain and die. That made Pakin grin.
A smile that sent a shiver down the young man's spine. His palms turned icy cold immediately.
“You're starting to think now... What do you think I'm exchanging it for?”
The listener bowed his head slightly, his brain working rapidly and finding he had an answer in mind.
He just wasn't sure.
"Gambling... perhaps?”
"Clever."
“Really? Gambling?” The large frame laughed softly, then turned to stub out the cigarette before returning to lock eyes with the person waiting for an answer.
“Don't look down on gambling. Many people have been ruined by it. And don't look down on the need for release of the wealthy. Betting with money has its value. But betting with lives... its value is even higher.” Pakin said it simply because he had also received cooperation from several foreign investors.
One of them was a friend of his Phô who taught him many things during the time he studied there. When he went to study abroad, he didn't just go to mess around with sex or have fun.
Pakin still remembered the second he saw cars worth millions, engines at full throttle, soaring and crashing into each other, then exploding, sending flames into the air while people cheered wildly.
This image might be terrifying, but it released the raw instinct of humanity.
If humans didn't desire cruelty, gladiators in the past would never have happened.
“And how can you be sure you won't get arrested?”
Pakin was quite satisfied with this kind of question, because it meant the youth in his embrace was starting to think.
“There are quite a few people participating. But do you know who most of the people who signed up for the event are?”
Graphic was silent for a moment before his eyes widened.
“You mean... ”
“Yes. How could the people who could punish me do so?” Then the one who held great power in his hands grinned wickedly.
This event wasn't just for the wealthy, but also included many people with political power. And not just in the country, but also foreigners who wanted to participate. If there were legal repercussions, who would drag themselves into the fray along with him? Therefore, this event was illegal, but he was protected by those who were above the law.
"This event is broadcast worldwide, sending images directly to verified members, that's all."
Graph never thought the job would be this big. He did not want to believe that these things were in the head of a person who graduated and returned many years ago, and prepared everything for the work that would begin. That meant the racing field organized in the middle of the capital's streets, mocking the law that no one could prosecute, was just an appetizer that could not compare to the main course that was about to be served.
"Are you investing because of money?"
"What do you think?" The young man told him straight that he did not know. He could not follow Pakin's thinking since way back, and thought that now he still could not follow it. The person who asked back did not clarify it, even though he had the answer in his heart.
Money might be a big matter, but it was not the ultimate.
Pakin knew since he was young that he was the type who liked challenges, liked risks in life. Therefore, getting to do something that challenged everything that ever existed was his highest dream.
However, he was not the type who daydreamed. When he thought to do it, he just did it. Then whatever the result was, that was the return he had to be ready to accept, both the good and the bad sides. He prepared his heart like that since he jumped into this circle. But now he had to sit and needlessly worry because of one youth.
The stubborn youth with a hard mouth who was looking at him with concern.
"That's enough about me. During this period, I must go down to check on the work often. When the event draws near, I may not return for a while." The listener bit his own lip then, tried to swallow the words that almost blurted out. Let me go with you.
Snap.
How could Pakin not know what the youth wanted? The big hand therefore inserted the fingertips down on the soft hair group, then supported the head to move closer to him.
"It is too dangerous. Be a good youth. Wait at home. Agreed?"
The sharp eyes stared into the clear eyes that were shaking, to tell that he was not speaking in play, and there would be no more leniency than this. The argumentative youth who never listened to anything easily also took a deep breath, was the one who moved closer, used two hands to lift up and hug around the neck, then pressed the face down.
"I will be a good youth." In the end, Graph learned the way to stay beside this man. If some matters were not allowed, they were not allowed. But if some matters were allowed, Pakin would give them himself.
This time, Graph himself still did not want to believe that the person who kept everything in his heart would tell him to listen. Until the young man who even feared that the other party would be in danger felt the lump in his chest beating rapidly with joy. He promised himself that he would never leak what he knew, would keep it to tell his heart that Pakin accepted him.
At least he allowed him to step in to stand beside. Therefore, just act as a good youth. This Graph could do.
While this answer also called a smile on the sharp face, along with the big hand that pressed the young man's face to lean down to touch the lips.
The kiss that was full of heat and hunger, crushed down on the swollen bruised petals that just uttered the cute words that he would be a good youth. The tongue tip that was mixed with nicotine smell swept every drop of sweetness, inserted, and deliberately taught to make the body shake more with desire. Until the young man weakened down on the chest, could only separate the toes to straddle over the body, then whispered to ask.
"Can I call you?"
"If you do not call, I will come back to handle it."
Pakin answered with a hoarse voice that shook the young man's nerves until the body trembled. He could only close his eyes, utter a moaning sound, destroy the silence of the night, harmonize with the sound of the skin that rubbed against each other, the soft mattress that swayed, and the hot emotion that soared higher gradually, changed to a rough clashing rhythm.
The heat that he scooped up during the time that the person who never broke a promise had to leave for work.
While the bed swayed and shook, one corner of the room, Ruthless was also lying on the dog bed, resting his face with the front leg, sleeping soundly. But he set his ears up as if watching out for danger for both masters all the time.
No one could harm his masters. Only do this to each other like this.
***
"Oy! Bored to death!"
"Do not speak rudely, Khun Graph."
"Oh Aunt Kaew, I am bored. Cannot go anywhere."
"Read books. Next week is the end-of-term exam, is it not?"
Krittitee even made a wry face. When he sat playing games, he was bored. Reading comics, he was bored. Talking with friends, he was bored. Even to play with Âi Ruthless, it looked at him with bored eyes until he could only curse out in extreme frustration. The kind that made Aunt Kaew who lifted snacks to give him even hit a stern face, with a strong voice.
Of course, the stubborn youth cowered immediately.
Graph could tell that he could argue with his Phô, quarrel with his Mâe, but he could not defy Aunt Kaew. The person who he said he loved much not different from Win.
The head housekeeper who was helping to store the game machine in place, then turned to give a thin smile.
"Khun Pakin went down south for only three days."
"I am not missing Pakin at all." The young man lifted his knees up to hug immediately. Not resentful, missing, or feeling anything at all with the person who told him to call, but bloody fucking talked two sentences and had to hang up. He did not feel anything at all really!
"Then read books. Little Janjao tried to come tutor you, did she not?" Janjao came yesterday, along with carrying learning sheets piled as high as a dog house. Then she proceeded to stuff everything into his head until he told her straight up that he almost died. When he tried to sneak away, the young woman happened to accept the ball in cahoots with Aunt Kaew to block him every way.
Therefore, today he would not bloody fucking study then. Headache!
The delinquent youth told himself, while glancing at the summary sheets of every subject on another table. He felt guilty that his friend tried to skip special classes to help tutor him, because she feared he would fail repeatedly. But studying too much, the brain of the person who used to skip regularly could not take it either.
"I read a lot already, Aunt Kaew." However, the stubborn resistance did not help anything. Until the youth who started to learn the way to plead told Aunt Kaew in a weak voice.
"Today I did not scold anything about playing games."
The head housekeeper had to suppress a smile. When the spoiled youth could not argue with her, could only look at the game alternately, before lying down sprawled on the sofa, a signal that he surrendered. Fine, he wouldn't argue anymore. Which, really, she did want the young man to focus on his studies a bit more, but looking back at yesterday... he really was trying his hardest.
Khun Graphic might say he was bored with studying, that he wouldn't read anymore, but she had overheard him saying to that young woman.
“If my grades are good, Pakin might praise me.”
This was probably the reason why lately he had been focusing on his studies. Plus, today he really was listless.
His demeanor was probably waiting for a call from Pakin.
“Then, won't Khun Graphic invite Khun Win to go out together?”
“Win is back?"
“The youth said he returned this morning. He's probably about to wake up by now.” The young man's eyes instantly lit up. He turned to look at the clock which showed it was past noon, then abruptly stood up, telling the head housekeeper quickly.
“Then I'll go wake Win.” After that, the listless person who seemed to have found a friend ran quickly up into the house, leaving the onlooker to just chuckle softly.
This was more like how an 18-year-old should act.
Win said he would teach me how to dress.
Graphic didn't think he dressed badly, but he was still just a high school student who could just throw on some brand-name clothes and leave the house. But compared to Win, he was nowhere close. That person, even if he wore ordinary clothes, when walking on the street, people would still turn to look. He had once asked why he didn't become an actor since there were offers, and the other party had answered clearly.
Too lazy to build an image.
Clear and to the point, fitting for Pakin's cousin.
Knock Knock Knock
Aahhh
“Win, are you awake?” The young man knocked on the door before pushing it open slightly. However, the heavy curtains still blocked the light, leaving the entire room in darkness. He could only see a vague shadow lying in the middle of the large bed. He had to move closer, to the point of waking an extremely tired person, to see first if the other party was still sound asleep, because he wasn't that bad.
“Win.” The young man walked close to the large bed, peering through the darkness, and found the other party still snuggled into the pillow.
“Win, it's noon.”
"Mmm, Graphic... is it?"
“Yeah, it's me.” When he called again, the person who was still lying on his side, face buried in the pillow, let out a hoarse, muffled groan that... was extremely sexy.
Normally, Win was sexy enough to kill, but just waking up like this, his voice was raspy, low, and deep, but not so rough as to be scary, it made Graphic feel a strange itch. As his eyes began to adjust to the darkness and he found the other party slept without any clothes on, his cheeks reddened a bit.
Seriously, even a man who claimed to be 100% macho would feel a stir if he encountered Win in this state.
The person who slowly propped himself up, his hair reaching his neck was a bit messy, his lips parted slightly, his irresistibly attractive face with eyes slightly blurry with sleep, while he beckoned with his hand.
“Help me up a bit.” The listener stepped forward in the manner of a youth obedient to an adult, extending his hand intending to pull the young model up from the bed. However...
Snap
Crash!
“Ouch!!! Win, what the hell are you doing?!” Graphic even cried out loudly. Instead of him pulling the model up, the other party pulled him down to lie in a heap on the bed. When the dizziness passed and he opened his eyes, the young man's eyes widened in shock.
Win is naked!
The person who flipped over was now straddling him, causing the blanket to slip down to his knees, revealing a naked body. Even though the whole room was dark, the person whose eyes were getting used to it could see everything.
His cheeks flushed brightly. He tried to turn his face away to avoid looking down, because as said, normally Win was terribly attractive. In this condition... would it be any less?
"Wh-what are you doing?" Graphic would have said his voice was firm, but it ended up trembling. The one who had just woken up smiled slightly.
“Weren't you going to wake me? You should ask for a more advanced way to wake me.”
“Hey!” The young man could only stare wide-eyed as the handsome face moved closer until only a breath away. Seductive eyes swept over his face until his cheeks burned intensely. Not to mention the slender body that was moving in closer, bringing back the day the other party had "cleaned" him, which flashed into his head.
“Wi... Win, I'm not playing. I'll really push you away, you know.”
“A model's body is important. Go ahead, push. If I can't work, I'll consider it Graphic's fault.”
Of course, the young man could only freeze.
If Graphic couldn't handle Pakin, then with Phawit... it was even more intense.
The person who was deliberately using the tip of his nose to trace along his white cheek, down to his neck, made the young man jolt. The hand that was going to push his shoulder instead gripped the shoulder tightly, still shaking slightly as the warm breath caressed him slowly. Not to mention the smooth hand that was teasing near the curve of his hip.
Squeak
“I might bite, you know.”
“Wi... Win, I'm really not playing!” Graphic said with a firmer voice, before gasping sharply when Win... . sucked on his neck.
He didn't just suck, but also licked and bit down hard until his body shook, you know. But the young man also sensed something was wrong, so he moved his hand to rest on the soft hair.
“Win, did something happen last night?"
That's it. The young man was starting to get a feel for it: if he was being teased heavily, it meant Win's mood was unstable.
The question made Phawit pull away from his neck, look up to meet his eyes, and then smile.
If he said that yesterday someone called him a promiscuous model, what face would Graphic make?
However, Win slowly shook his head, indicating nothing was wrong. Because he was angry at himself for taking it out on this youth just because he was called that. He just wanted to prove that even if it wasn't the person he loved, he could sleep with them. And Graphic had come along at just the right moment when his emotions were unstable. But when he stopped to think...
Really, he was just taking it out on him... taking out his anger on the person who, in his eyes, was the junior who got to sleep with the one person he loved.
Fwip
The thoughts of the person who dropped himself down to lie on the bed again. He let out a long sigh.
He told his cousin not to push Graphic into acting like him, but when he got frustrated, he would do it himself. He knew the youth didn't dare resist because he was afraid he would be angry, afraid he would abandon him. Therefore, he should stop. Letting Graphic remain Graphic, with his body and heart belonging to his cousin as before, was probably better.
“Sigh, teasing you isn't fun anymore... Open the curtains for me, please.”
“Teasing like this isn't funny. I don't like it,” Krittitee said, quickly getting up from the bed, his voice firm, his hand holding his neck securely. He admitted it had been thrilling for a moment, while staring intently at the other person until the one being looked at laughed.
“Not funny, then not funny. Open the curtains for me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Win, do you want to go shopping?” the young man asked while walking to draw the curtains, letting the light shine into the room, making the newly awakened person frown slightly.
“I'm fine with that, but let me take a shower first.”
“Then I'll wait downstairs.” Looking at Win's naked body wasn't a good idea, so the person who had finished opening the curtains stepped out of the room quickly, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack. He felt glad that someone like this was related to the homeowner; otherwise... he would definitely have become a stupid, jealous brat for no reason.
But then, his frustrated face almost turned into a broad smile when he heard the phone ring.
“Pakin!” He didn't need to look at the screen to know who it was.
[Are you at home?]
“Yes. Why?” The young man answered eagerly, about to ask when he would return, if not for...
[Good. Can you go to the garage for me? Take the Hennessey keys too. I think I left some documents in front of the car. Can you check if they're there?]
So he called because of work.
The young man rolled his eyes in extreme frustration, mumbling under his breath, but didn't want to complain lest he get scolded. His two legs stepped towards the car key storage area where keys hung in dense rows. Once he remembered which car was the other's favorite, he grabbed the key before walking straight to the garage, which could be called a mini showroom, located on the other side of the mansion. Âi Ruthless, who had just left the hole he was helping the gardener dig, came running after him.
“Just a moment. I'm walking to the garage now.”
[Mmm. And how have you been?]
While walking, the satisfied person asked casually, making the one who wanted to talk tell him immediately.
“I'm about to die. Forced to read for exams. The term is almost over. Janjao nags at me every day. Yesterday she came to tutor me. I read until my head hurt. Just now, Aunt Kaew made me read again. That's why I'm inviting Win to go out. I can read when I get back. The books aren't going anywhere... I'm here. What do your documents look like?”
[They're in a brown envelope. If you open it and see it, that's the one.]
He didn't know if the other's voice had become firmer or not, but Graphic didn't notice. He just unlocked the Hennessey Venom G, worth tens of millions, and ducked in to look for the mentioned documents.
"Woof!"
“Hey, Ruthless, quiet. I'm looking for something... Found it. A brown enve... ”
Ploy
Graphic, who was holding the envelope of documents, even let it fall from his hand again when he looked up and found... that damn tough-faced dog had stuck its head in from the other side of the window. Which meant its two front legs, with both claws and paws, had already climbed up to scratch the car door. And as if that wasn't enough, it extended its claws and...
Screeeech
The sound of uncut nails scraping against the car door rang out loudly. His lips just hung open. He asked himself again.
This one... is Pakin's favorite.
[What's wrong?]
“No-nothing!” Graphic almost slapped his mouth at the high-pitched sound, but the other party was probably in a hurry because he spoke rapidly.
[Keep it in my room for me. I'll return to Bangkok tomorrow. See you in the evening.]
After that, the line went dead, leaving only the young man who looked like he was about to cry, glaring at the utterly wicked Ruthless (level up). Did he just find lice to put on his head or what!
This time, I'm definitely getting my neck wrung!
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