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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Chart Topper
Author: gayzuko (@kinnbig)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Ken/Porsche Kittisawat, Porsche Kittisawat/Pete Saengtham, Big/Porsche Kittisawat, Arm/Porsche Kittisawat, Big/Pete Saengtham, Arm/Pol, Porsche Kittisawat/Pol, Background Arm/Tankhun and Ken/Big
Summary:
The Theerapanyakul family’s bodyguards seem to find themselves kissing one another with alarming frequency; all for perfectly legitimate, sensible, work-related reasons, of course. There’s even a chart, pinned to the noticeboard in the common area, documenting exactly which bodyguards have made out with which other bodyguards while on the clock. But despite the frankly perplexing number of weird bodyguard kissing combinations, no one has managed to kiss everyone yet. Porsche is determined to be the first.
Secret relationship, wearing each other’s clothes and bigporsche if you want<3 (is that their shipname? Do they have one??)
AHHH! OKAY. "Relationship" is interpreted loosely here and uhhh listen, I apparently just want to make Big's life a little sadder. Sorry.
The first time it happens is the day after Porsche accidentally interrupts Kinn and his escort, courtesy of Big.
“I’m not, you know.”
“What?” Porsche stops in his tracks in the middle of the hallway and turns to give Big an unimpressed look. “You’re not what?”
“I’m not homophobic, or whatever.” Big shifts his weight onto one leg and slides his good hand into his pocket, feigning nonchalance, as if this conversation isn’t worse than getting shot. “You misunderstood yesterday.”
Porsche steps into Big’s space and looks directly into Big’s eyes, clearly searching for something, but what exactly that is, Big doesn’t know. What he does know is that the glow of the hallway lights highlight Porsche’s doe-like brown irises and softens the smooth skin of his cheeks. He’s unbearably pretty, and Big wants to punch something.
“Hmm,” Porsche crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, “I don’t believe you.”
Big doesn’t know why he does it, but he slams his mouth against Porsche’s in a truly terrible kiss.
“Did you just try to headbutt me?” Porsche shoves Big’s shoulder, nearly pushing him off-balance at the unexpected move.
“No!” This time Big does it because he’s angry and has something to prove. Big brings up his right hand and curls his hand viciously across the back of Porsche’s head and pulls their faces together. Porsche opens his mouth to shout or curse or bitch – Big doesn’t care. And he shoves his tongue into Porsche’s mouth and licks away every one of Porsche’s protests.
When Big feels Porsche’s jaw go slack and the tension in his body release as he leans pliantly against Big’s own, Big eases the kiss and lets the slow glide of their tongues turn into soft presses of lips and stuttered panting.
With a final nip at Porsche’s lower lip, Big pulls back and gives him a dark look. “That was a kiss.”
As he walks away, Big hears Porsche slump against the wall and mumble, “He’s not the person I kissed at the docks, was he?”
-
The next time it happens is the day after the auction and Porsche’s subsequent punishment.
Ken is up and ready to leave the second Porsche makes it to the end of the training room, giving Big a shit-eating grin and a parting “I’ll leave him to you. I’m sick of looking at him, and you owe me one, man,” as he exits the room.
Big sighs and crouches down to untie Porsche’s hands.
Once his hands are free, Porsche rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a breath before closing his eyes and banging his fists on the floor with a grunt.
Big sighs again, “This punishment is for your own good. You have to toughen up. We can’t just let anyone guard Khun Kinn.”
Porsche says nothing.
Big sighs again and Porsche hears Big’s footsteps as he walks away. After a moment the footsteps return and something small lands on Porsche’s stomach.
Porsche reaches for it and holds it up above his head, and soon Big’s head comes into view as he leans over Porsche.
“It’s ointment.” Big gestures to the red abrasions littered across Porsche’s chest.
Porsche raises an eyebrow.
Big raises an eyebrow in response.
Porsche raises his other eyebrow and gestures to his chest.
“Oh, fuck you. I’m not playing nurse. You can put that on yourself.”
Porsch cracks a small grin and sits up slowly. “Okay. But can you help me with something else?”
“What?”
Porsche reaches up and tugs on Big’s tie, causing him to stumble down onto his knees in front of Porsche. Porsche glances at Big’s lips.
“I just need to test something.” Porsche makes eye contact with Big and waits while Big takes his turn to drop his gaze down to Porsche’s lips and back up.
They both move forward at the same time, but this kiss is unlike their first.
It’s less angry and more tentative. Big can feel Porsche trembling but there is no passion to it. He pulls back and takes in Porsche’s lost expression.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I don’t know.”
Big uncurls Porsche’s fingers from where they are clenched around his tie and then stands up. There’s a rustle of clothes and Porsche feels Big’s suit jacket envelope him. “We shouldn’t do this. Not while you’re like this. Go to your room. Put on that ointment and get some rest. We still have to report for duty tomorrow.”
Porsche watches Big leave and he sits and thinks about a hazy kiss by the docks, an enlightening kiss in a hallway, sitting naked and confused in Kinn’s bed, and sitting here, half-naked on the floor, with Big’s jacket draped around his shoulders and a jar of ointment in his hands.
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Sometime after Kinn and Porsche get kidnapped, Big sees the way they look at each other, and he smells Kinn’s cologne on Porsche’s skin, and it doesn’t happen again.
What are your fav kinnporsche ships? Any that aren't canon? :)
Oooh!!! I have a lot
Romance wise:
I really like Arm/Pol, I think they’re cutie patooties and deserve to be in love (could include Khun, he deserves two bfs)
I came across Big/Porsche while browsing ao3 and I’m hooked. Rivals to lovers?? Hello??? My pookies
big/Porsche/Kinn is another variant I like the dynamic off, Bodyguard, Bodyguard and Mob boss is really compelling. (Kinn being insanely overprotective when their literal Job is to take bullets for him. It’s crazy)
Kinn/Porsche is my default fav I think. They have really cute moments and a nice dynamic once they get past the conflict and miscommunication (I would rather eat rocks than watch them miscommunicate)
Platonic relationships:
CHAY AND PORSCHE. Siblings in media are so important to me, I love watching family be annoying to each other (it’s my favorite hobby)
Kim and Porsche are another favorite platonic dynamic. Feral cat + Outside cat is so special to me. They both bite in combat too!! Twinsies!!
Pete, Arm and Pol are So Important to me. They’re friends!! It’s Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest!! Even though they are all very smart, combine three smart people and they lose all function. They’re silly and I love them
Pete and Porsche are the superior Bodyguard Friends. Porsche met pete when he was butt ass naked and went “yeah this is my friend” they’re a duo!! Often bough together, do not separate!! Silly and sillier!! Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny!!
Pol: maybe you and your boyfriend...
Big: I don't have a boyfriend.
Arm: You don't? I thought you and Porsche were dating...
Big: What-? Wait a minute, how many of you thought I was dating Porsche?
Big:
Big: Porsche put your fucking hand down
Porsche: *carrying a bunch of bags*
Big: *extends his hand to help him*
Porsche: *passes all the bags to one hand and takes Big's hand*
Big: Porsche I... Never mind.
Big: In the best case scenario, I will die doing what I've always wanted to do
Porsche: and what is that?
Big: die
Big: I need a relationship advice
Pete: try to be mysterious, people tend to like that
*later that day*
Porsche: Big, where are we going ?
Big: that's none of your fucking business