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It had been a month since Kinn took a bullet for Porsche. A month since Porsche had gone back to kiss Kinn—this time with his own desire drumming against Kinn’s solid frame, his heart aching as he wrapped his arms tight around the other’s neck. They had embraced as if it would be the last time and sometimes, Kinn wonders, perhaps it should have been.
Right now, however, Kinn had plenty else to think about. His shoulder had finally fully healed and although he still had to attend physical therapy (his father’s orders), he had an empire to run. He sat up, bare back against the tall bedframe, and reached over to the side table to pick up the thick stack of papers Big had delivered the other day.
Oh, he had plenty to do alright. He rolled his neck, sighing as he pulled a pen out of the drawer and began to read, his strong brow furrowed in concentration.
He felt Porsche shuffle against his thigh before he heard him. Porsche turned around in his slumber and wrapped his arms loosely around Kinn’s leg. He rested his head by his knee and nuzzled the side of his head there.
Kinn smiled down at his adorable boyfriend. Porsche had been coming over almost every night to “check in” on him. He could say whatever he wanted—they both knew what this was.
Porsche already had his own drawer in Kinn’s bedroom. Kinn had even bought a new silk robe for himself last week, seeing how Porsche kept stealing his old one on the way to the bathroom every morning, giggling in response to Kinn’s fake scowl.
Porsche could take anything he wanted from Kinn. Kinn was all his anyway.
They were still getting used to waking up beside each other every morning. In a strange way, however, Kinn thought, it felt like the most natural thing in his life. It should scare him, but he was so tired of being scared of Porsche.
He gently ran fingers through Porsche’s hair, grinning to himself when Porsche immediately snuggled in closer. Porsche slowly gazed up at him, his sparkly eyes sluggish, and smiled so softly Kinn wasn’t sure how his heart hadn’t burst yet. Seeing Porsche in the morning like this, all warm and dopey and relaxed…he was such a lucky man.
Porsche leaned up to caress Kinn’s face and eased him down. He placed a small kiss on the side of his jaw, and lightly rubbed his forehead against the stubble on Kinn’s chin. Kinn held his breath until Porsche laid back down on his thigh—the sheer intimacy of it all still too much.
Porsche stared at the stack of papers now directly next to him. Kinn felt his lips against his skin as he spoke.
“It’s way too early for this,” Porsche grumbled, pressing his nose into Kinn’s pale thigh.
Kinn chuckled. “Baby, it’s 9 AM.”
Porsche groaned again, this one inaudible and much louder. It made Kinn smile. Everything Porsche did made Kinn smile.
“Someone kept me up too late last night,” Porsche said, propping himself up on his elbow and staring up at Kinn. “That someone should take responsibility and give me the day off.”
“Oh, please. Even if I gave you the day off, you’d just tag along with Pete or something. You like me too much,” Kinn explained, his eyebrows raised arrogantly.
Porsche rolled his eyes and then grinned, leaning up again to give Kinn another kiss. Kinn, unable to resist his boyfriend’s pretty eyes and even prettier lips, leaned down to meet him halfway. Porsche put his fingers in Kinn’s hair, pulling him closer, the pressure making Kinn groan softly into the space between them. His own hands reached for Porsche’s naked shoulders and gripped onto them, the muscles there contracting just the way he liked. He slid his hands down Porsche’s torso, softly grazing the sides of his ribs with just his fingertips. They had just reached each other’s lips when—
Knock, knock
Kinn and Porsche stilled, their backs straightening and ears pointed, praying it isn’t who they think it is.
“Sir?”
It was Ken’s voice, the word spoken with a thick Australian accent. Porsche sighed, moving onto his back, deliberately away from Kinn. Kinn looked over at him with a sort of desperate gaze before he decided to finally say something.
“Yeah, Ken?”
“Sir, your father is waiting for you. He’s requested your presence at breakfast today,” Ken said, sounding much less nervous this time.
“Yeah, okay,” Kinn said reluctantly. “I need 10 minutes.”
Porsche looked away from Kinn and toward the big window, the sun causing him to squint a little. He pouted in a way he knew would get Kinn’s attention. Kinn put the paperwork back on the table and got out of bed, only to walk over to Porsche’s side.
He grabbed Porsche’s hand with both of his hands, while Porsche was still refusing to look at him out of sheer principle. He squeezed them again, his head cocked to the side with a pleading look at his sulking boyfriend. Then, Kinn waited.
“You’re going to start working again and we’ll barely have any time together. Plus, we have to keep this thing a secret,” Porsche grumbled, a little embarrassed at the confession, but he can’t help his honesty.
Kinn thought about it seriously. Then, he chose his next words carefully.
“I’ve never…had someone like you in my life. And I am not sure how to balance it with my work. But if you’re patient with me, I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Kinn said, quiet and gentle in the way he does only when he’s with Porsche.
Porsche looked into his boyfriend’s deep brown eyes again and wrapped his own hands around Kinn’s, a silent promise to try.
“Now,” Kinn coughed. “I have 7 minutes to get ready before Ken and Big come in here and find my very cute but very obnoxious boyfriend sprawled on my sheets.”
Porsche deepened his frown just to get a reaction out of Kinn. Kinn deliberately let go of Porsche’s hands only to swiftly jab his fingers into Porsche’s sides and tickle him. Porsche laughed loudly, jolting against the pillows, and Kinn beamed at his giggling bodyguard.
In the hallway, Ken and Big shared a look. They knew that laugh anywhere—after all, they heard it outside their boss's bedroom door almost every morning.