Kim quietly stubbed out the cigarette and slipped around the corner, the effort to stick to the shadows and remain unnoticed was as ingrained as his feather light foot falls.
Chay had made it to his friend’s safely again, his hair was now a deep midnight blue, but he was locked into the home and would be alright until morning.
Making eye contact with Sam and receiving the return head nod, Kim slid onto his bike, revved the engine and headed for home. Chay would be guarded until morning, it was time for Kim to rest for a few hours until he returned to shadow him thru his day.
—
Kim stormed out of the bar furious. ‘I've never messed with you’ reverberating in his head.
He pushed to ever faster speeds as he raced around corners. The ability to control the bike taking the edge off his inability to control Chay.
—
Walking into his apartment he was shocked to hear Khun’s voice.
“No he isn't here yet. Are you sure he left an hour ago? Why couldn't you tail him properly and do your job right? Ugh. Yes. No I will stay til he shows up. My Kim needs me.” Khun slipped the phone into his pocket as he explored.
Kim drifted into the shadows to watch his older brother.
Khun seemed to drift from the instruments to the table. Slowly taking it all in. Pausing to stare at the portrait of Kim on the wall.
“I know you're there Kimmy. I can smell the cologne and smoke.”
Kim had to grimace, Kinn he could fool. Kinn he could string along, but never Khun. As long as he could remember, Khun was the one who seemed to see through him.
“Did you leave Sam watching him again tonight?”
“How did you know about Sam?” Kim said, stalling for time. “Arm?”
“Of course Arm.”
Kim sighed and decided to get it over with, stepping out of the shadows and walking to Khun.
“KIMMY!” Khun shrieked, tackling him onto the couch.
Kim counted off the moments he had to allow for Khun to be assured of his health and then pushed to sit as far away as possible.
Tonight Khun was wearing relatively reasonable clothing. Black pants and shirt with a repeated embroidered silver pattern. In fact it was a highly restrained color choice now that Kim considered it.
“What's wrong?”
“What's wrong with me? Oh no Kimlet, what's wrong with you? Why are you busy stalking Porsche's little brother?”
The fury of the evening seemed to wash over Kim again. Chay was being so unreasonable. Kim never promised him anything. And he had to know he was in danger forever now. And still he went off…
With only a trace of his fingers fisting Kim replied, “I heard that Kinn and Porsche were together. Its important to the family that Chay is safe. It would be difficult for us if something happened to him.”
“Kim” Khun stared at him and then repeated flatly, “Kim”
Kim forced himself to return the gaze, trying to keep his face impassive.
“Kim”, and it was the third time that got him, his eyes slipping away to stare at the floor.
“Chay, he” Kim paused and then the words seemed to escaped him, “Chay doesn't know what he's doing and he, well, he”
“So it's Chay who doesn't know what he's doing? He seems to be doing all the normal things after heartache. I approve of the hair, but the clothes, ick. He needs help there.”
“Khun!”
“Oh Kimmy. When will you understand that I always know what is going on.”
“Fine then. What do I do if you know everything?”
Khun finally seemed to get entirely serious.
“Don't stop. Something is wrong with Pa and Kinn. Kinn moved out with Porsche. Vegas is up to something.”
“I'm done. Ask Arm to organize it. You have resources.”
“No I can't. No one can know. Keep your boy safe.”
“He's not my, that is, he, well he just isn't”
Khun glared, “Do I look like I'm joking? Keep. Him. Safe. Don't let up.”
Kim sighed and nodded his head. He knew Khun was right dammit.
Standing up, Khun grabbed a red cape with silver swirls to match and thrust his arms through it. Sliding on sunglasses he strode to the door.
“I'll stop by to see you again soon Kim. Don't bother changing the locks, I'd just get new keys made.”
The click of the door was the last sound before silence enveloped the room. Kim set his shoulders and began to mentally make a list of how to continue to protect the most innocent of boys who definitely did not, could not, must not have his heart.
***Spoiler. Kim is lying even to himself at the end there. 🤣🤣
@kpquickndirty had a nap and my subconsciousness blessed me with this
Rating is Explicit
Tags: Sex is mentioned, but not described in much detail, just for the mental images; Kinn tasted the peach and wants more; HOWEVER Porsche follows a principle (not for long tho lol)
Kinn’s thoughts after he wakes up from one-night stand with Porsche. Turns out he is in for a mean surprise.
Kinn’s eyes blink open. The mattress underneath him is high-quality and very comfortable, but it's not his own. There’s a beautiful, fancy lamp on the ceiling. There’s a weight on his outstretched arm, his torso and his legs.
Kinn looks to his left, greeted with the sleeping face of the hot bartender he slept with last night. Porsche threw his arm and leg over Kinn’s body.
Kinn hasn't been used to the feeling of another body pressed to his for the whole night and after fucking in a long time. It's strange, but somehow he isn't bothered by it, by the whole situation.
Last night when Tay and Time dragged him to this Hum Bar he couldn't begin to imagine that he would end in bed with someone. Random hookups are not something he can afford to do for safety reasons, and the familiar routine of rotating his favorite escorts who knew by now how to please him was much too comfortable.
All of his principles shattered when he saw the gorgeous bartender last night. Shaking the drinks, charming the customers, hot in his natural environment. Watching Porsche, with his unbuttoned black shirt tucked in his jeans to accentuate that lithe waist, hurrying around on his beautiful long legs to serve everyone made Kinn have one single thought. He had to have him.
Kinn got into action. Sat at the bar, ordered whiskey, undressed Porsche with his eyes and flirted aggressively. When he got his name, he sent it to Arm for a quick background check. Big was tasked with reserving them a hotel room. Kinn forgot about his friends, but they most likely got the memo as he was not very subtle.
It worked. By the end of Porsche’s shift he had him once in the backroom of the Hum Bar, before they could even get to the hotel. It was fast, hot and heavy. Too fast for both of them it seemed since Porsche had no objections when Kinn proposed the hotel.
The second round revealed Porsche had a praise kink and it made Kinn crazy about him even more. Kinn almost came in his clothes just from whispering filthy praise in his ear as he jerked off the naked Porsche in front of the mirror.
Porsche made Kinn feral when he got him out of his pants and pushed him in his hole, that was still open from the backroom. Kinn had him for the second time that night, hard and slower, relishing their image in the mirror.
After that, Porsche was ready to leave. Kinn should have let him go. Instead, he asked him to stay.
"The night is long," he'd said.
And the night was long. After rest, Kinn had him for the third time. In bed. The image of Porsche underneath him should be displayed in museums. His head was back, his long sensitive neck with purple and angry red marks exposed, his eyes shut, his parted lips making sinful sounds.
Kinn can’t recall the last time sex felt that good. What are the chances Kinn found a stranger who's so compatible to him in bed?
Porsche’s eyes blink open and he pats Kinn’s cheek, there's a smirk on his face. "Good morning, creeper."
Kinn rolls his eyes and swats his hand away. "Good morning."
Porsche stretches and sits up suddenly, detaching his body from Kinn’s. Kinn already misses the contact.
Porsche looks at the digital clock at the bedside table and he is up at his feet in three seconds. "Shit! I need to go!"
Kinn is almost too distracted by his gorgeous body to respond, "I can get you wherever you need."
Porsche is scrambling around the room to find his clothes. He puts his shirt on and smiles at Kinn. "Nah, don't worry. I'll be out of your hair in a minute."
Kinn sits up. His heart is thumping, one of them needs to bring it up first. "There’s no hurry. And in the car, we can discuss the next meet-up?"
Porsche is putting his pants on. He bites his lip. "Don't get me wrong, Kinn. Last night was amazing. However, the hook-up thing... I only do it once and I'm not willing to change that."
Kinn feels like it would be better to be shot than hear what just came out of Porsche’s mouth. Without exaggeration. Surely, they could strike up some kind of deal to only have sex.
Instead of an actual proposition, Kinn simply says, "No".
Porsche raises his eyebrow. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Kinn doesn't answer, staring at him as he moves on to the doorway bend down and puts on his converse shoes.
Porsche straightens up and sighs. "Look Kinn, it's nothing personal. I gotta jet now, but come get a drink sometime again, yeah?"
With that he's out of the door.
Oh, I will come and have more than just a drink. Just you wait. Kinn thinks bitterly.
