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Porsche and Kinn had turned fifteen when Kinn’s older brother Tankhun started university. Tankhun had always been very patient with them and allowed them many things their parents certainly wouldn’t have and it was one of the reasons Porsche was sad to see him go to Bangkok.
The main reason he was bothered by P'Khun leaving was that now, the responsibility of babysitting their younger brothers fell on Kinn and Porsche. Porsche hated it.
He would give his life for his little brother and he didn’t have to ask to know that it was the same for Kinn but being babysitters while still juggling highschool and puberty with all its hormones and mood swings meant Kinn and he barely even had time to hang out properly— it was probably a year and a half ago when they last explored the forest in their neighborhood freely without the two clumsy little kids right at their heels.
Porsche would hurl himself into oncoming traffic for his little brother, but gosh did he want to spend time with Kinn with just the two of them.
Highschool was a turbulent turning point in their friendship. Even though they were still each other's best friend, starting highschool meant meeting new people and becoming friends with them. Porsche never imagined that he would have a large circle of friends who genuinely liked spending their free time with him and he would be lying if he said it did not feel nice.
They would go grab food after classes and loiter around the neighborhood far into the night once summer holidays were on and it was nice. It felt nice having people to count on for any problem he might stumble into, whether it was something about the subjects in school that he hated or simply venting as most teenagers do when they are among friends.
What Porsche didn’t count on when they both started highschool was that Kinn would go through the same process as he had— Kinn got new friends as well.
And yes, it was hypocritical. Porsche was old enough to understand and accept that fact but it didn’t stop him from feeling all sorts of new emotions he was not ready to deal with. Kinn was his friend first. Porsche had been his only friend for years. And how the hell were his new friends so damn different from Porsche? He didn’t understand how could Kinn surround himself with such pretentious people; at least his friends were nice. Idiots, true. But nice nevertheless.
Porsche hated the fact that they’ve both changed a lot since they were kids and sometimes, at nights when he couldn’t fall asleep because of the heat and humidity, he would go back through his memories and wish they could have stayed that way forever— carefree, snacks in their hands as they chase each other with smiles on their faces.
But most of all, Porsche hated seeing Kinn smile with his other friends.
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Their parents had decided to go out for dinner on one of the hottest days Porsche had the displeasure of living through; Porsche’s mother had gotten a promotion at work and Kinn’s parents reserved a table at one of the nicest restaurants in their area so they could properly celebrate. Porsche’s father had commented on how it felt as if they were going on a double date like when they used to date back at university and their mother’s smiles could fuel at least one household worth of electricity for a month.
Their double date also meant babysitting duty for Kinn and Porsche.
After an intense fifteen minute lecture form both of their mothers and instructions about what and when to feed the kids and at what time they must be in bed, Porsche was left waving them off at the gate of the Theerapanyakun house with Kinn groaning under the weight of two not-quite-small children using his back as a motorbike seat and screaming at him to crawl faster because P’Kiiiinn, at this speed you’re not even a bicycle, grandma Long can move faster than this. Porsche truly admired his patience.
It took them almost an hour to tire the kids enough to have them sit down in front of the TV quietly and watch a cartoon they’ve seen who knows how many times before. Porsche knows Kinn knew parts of the dialogue by heart.
Kinn was in the kitchen chopping up mangoes for their brothers to snack on when Porsche joined him. Jumping onto the kitchen island next to Kinn, he sat down with a sigh, turning his back towards the living room. Kinn raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head with a smile.
“I’d love to know what got you so tired to sigh like that considering I was the one pretending to be a motorbike, a horse and a Muay Thai master among other things so those two little monsters could spend their energy on exhausting me. Do you see me sighing?”
Porsche rolled his eyes and took a mango slice from the plate. “You know you love it when their attention is on you. Whenever you’re around they spare me no second glance. I think even Porschay is wondering why his older brother is not as cool as Kim’s.” Biting into the fruit Porsche narrowed his eyes at Kinn. “They look up to you like you’re the second coming of Buddha or something. I don’t get it.”
Taking another mango slice and stuffing it into Porsche’s mouth, Kinn laughed.
“I think they would look at you the same way if you spent even half the time I did playing the court jester for the little shits. You do recall that barely a week ago I was forced to wear makeup for three full hours. Your mom was laughing so hard when she saw that they’ve used her red lipstick as eyeshadow on me.” Kinn clenched his jaw and tightened the grip on the knife as he leaned on the isle. “Fucking eyeshadow. Do you have any idea how difficult it was to take that shit off?”
Bubbling laughter erupted in Porsche’s chest at the memory, tiny bits of mango falling from his mouth as he tried his best to talk even with a mouth full of fruit. Kinn just looked at him, disgusted and irked.
“I know, I helped you take it off.” He cooed at Kinn, fingers tickling his chin. “You looked adorable though, awwww, like a fluffy little red panda.”
Kinn smacked his hand away and Porsche just laughed harder. Pushing the plate of fruit towards Porsche’s leg, he put his head against the marble countertop. “Please feed them. If I interrupt them now that they’ve forgotten I exist even for a short while, they won’t leave me alone.”
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It was around 22:30 when Porsche’s mother called to check in on them and by that time the boys were sleeping soundly in Kim’s room— Porsche had checked in on them one more time before going out into the garden in search for Kinn. The night was only a little less hotter than the afternoon was and he felt an urge to douse himself with ice cold water.
Kinn had thrown himself across the hammock and was using his feet to swing it slowly and Porsche crashed against him while trying to find an optimal position. It was too warm and they were arm against arm and Porsche could feel the perspiration of Kinn’s skin against his own. It made him felt too tight for his own skin. Especially considering he'd been dying to ask Kinn about something that'd been occupying his mind for a few days now.
“I heard you went on a date on Wednesday.”
Kinn planted his feet against the ground, stopping the swinging of the hammock abruptly. Raising his head slightly from where it’s been resting against his folded arm he turned towards Porsche with a frown. “I— what?”
Porsche cast him a side glance before returning his gaze to the sky above them.
“Jom told me. He saw you at the mall, with a— with that boy that’s been following you around all year like some love-sick puppy.”
Kinn’s frown deepened further. “You mean Tawan?” At Porsche’s nod Kinn laughed lightly. “We were not on a date. He asked me to help him pick a guitar and he knew I could recommend something that’s suitable for beginners. I just accompanied him to buy it so he wouldn’t get a wrong one or get ripped off.”
“Ah, I see.” Porsche was chewing on his bottom lip as he brought his arms behind his head imitating Kinn’s form. Kinn started swinging the hammock once again.
“Why did you think we were on a date?”
“I don’t know. Since both you and I, including the entirety of our highschool know that Tawan has had a fat crush on you for the last two years and you never spared him a glance until now.”
“I— I was just being polite. He seemed genuine when he asked for my help and I thought it would be too rude to turn him down. It’s not like I’d die if I spared half an hour to go to the mall with him.” Kinn felt strangely accused and he had no idea why he had to explain this to Porsche. What the fuck did it matter?
“Hmm, strange.” Porsche turned on his side, facing Kinn. He could feel the stinging in his lip and knew that he would break the skin soon if he continued chewing at it. “Because Tawan seems to be under the impression that it was a date and, to quote him— ‘P’Kinn’s lips were so soft when he pulled me in for a kiss.’.
Kinn was on his side facing Porsche before he could even think of it. “What? Who the fuck told you that, we did not kiss. Were those Tawan’s words? Or your friends are going around making up stuff about me—”
“They heard Tawan saying that to his friends in the park by the river, don’t fucking accuse them of making shit up when they just overheard him talking!” Why was he getting so irritated?
“Well it’s all lies. No matter who told who, it didn’t happen. And why the fuck are you so pressed about it?”
For the life of him, Porsche had no idea. Kinn had him pinned down with his gaze, jaw clenched and brows furrowed.
“I— I just couldn’t believe you’d go around kissing people—Tawan of all people—and not tell me about it. We’re best friends. We tell each other everything.”
At that, Kinn’s face softened a bit. “There was nothing to say because it didn’t happen. You know I would’ve told you if I’d kissed someone, who else?” He flicked Porsche's forehead playfully.
They were laying on their sides, faces inches apart. The hammock was still and the air felt warmer than a few minutes ago. “So, uhm— you haven’t?”
“Haven’t what, Porsche?”
“Kissed someone by now.”
Kinn’s forearm felt itchy and clammy where it was pressed against Porsche's. “No, I haven’t. Uhm, you?” Kinn knew he hadn't. He just felt the need to have Porsche say it as well.
“Nope.”
Kinn wondered why was Porsche so anxious that he had been biting at his lip for a good few minutes now. He was about to ask him that, when Porsche broke the silence, his eyes looking straight ahead at Kinn’s; pupils more dilated than usual.
“What if— what if we kissed each other now just to— to get that out of the way and see,” another nervous lip bite, “just see what the whole fuss is about?”
Kinn did not expect that question. He could feel his own pulse quickening and he just stared at Porsche, trying to see if the other boy was serious. Porsche did not break his gaze.
“Aren’t you curious? To see what it’s like.”
Kinn was more than just curious. They’ve always giggled and rolled their eyes with an obligatory eww whenever a kissing scene would pop up in a movie or a TV show they were watching. But Kinn knew they were both curious about it because how could all these people around them say it’s one of the best things in the world if it’s not meant to feel good? It did look strange on TV or even stealing a glance at someone kissing— why would you want to feel someone’s wet skin against your own? Kinn glanced at Porsche’s lower lip that’s now become red from so much biting.
“Yeah, I’m curious.”
At his reply Porsche let out a breath and stopped biting at his lip leaving it wet with spit and glistening in the half-darkness between them.
“Wanna do it then?” Porsche searched his eyes for an answer and Kinn nodded his head even before the question was over, inching closer until their foreheads met.
They were still not breaking eye contact and something felt strange in Kinn’s chest, it felt harder to breathe. Porsche had moved even closer and then their noses were touching and Kinn felt like a live wire snapping around, searching for a place to ground itself. He could feel Porsche’s soft and rapid exhales against his own mouth and his breath was as warm as the air around them. Kinn pressed forward until his lips were resting against Porsche's nose and then he moved slowly downwards and Porsche’s eyelashes brushed against his cheek as the other blinked softly. Their eyes met and Kinn could feel the heaviness of the other’s breathing. Before he could ask anything, say anything— with their eyes still staring at the other’s— Kinn could feel the tip of Porsche’s tongue touching the corner of his mouth and his eyelids trembled, skin erupting in goosebumps. Porsche’s bottom lip followed, moving softly against the corner of Kinn’s mouth; gaze unwavering. Kinn felt too big for his own skin.
Before his brain could catch up his palm was against Porsche’s face, thumb tracing the other boy’s lip where it rested against Kinn’s mouth. He thought he heard a soft gasp from Porsche and then it was on.
He thinks he moved first. No, Kinn knows he moved first because his fingers were hard against Porsche’s nape, hair all tangled around them as he pulled the other in and crashed their lips together. Before he could even properly feel the texture of the other’s lips Porsche was opening his mouth and inhaling and Kinn could feel a tongue sliding against his own. Porsche’s fingers mirrored his and found their way into Kinn’s hair as he moved his body closer against Kinn’s.
It was electrifying. Their lips did not separate even for a second as they breathed in open mouthed and then their tongues were back sliding against one another and Porsche was making these little sounds at the back of his throat that had Kinn’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. There was a leg over his middle and suddenly he was on his back, hammock swinging as Porsche moved to be on top of him, their bodies flush against the other’s. Kinn opened his eyes as his other hand moved to Porsche’s hip, squeezing hard. Threading his fingers deeper into the other’s hair he gripped and tugged softly, their lips finally separating with Porsche letting out a whine.
Their eyes met again and Porsche’s look was so dazed, unfocused and his lips were wet and thoroughly kissed and— Porsche ground his hips against Kinn’s and alarms started going off in Kinn’s head.
They were hard.
Fuck.
Next thing he knows, Porsche’s nose was against his throat and then there were lips, wet lips and the tip of a tongue and just as Kinn was about let out a moan at the feel of teeth against the column of his neck the sound of the automated gate snapped them out of the haze they’ve enveloped themselves in and Porsche was off and away from him faster than a rubber band snapping.
A few moments later Kinn could hear their parents shuffling inside the house and Porsche’s raspy voice asking them about their diner date and all he could do is stare at the stars above, not having moved an inch; fingers alternating to rest against his quickened heartbeat and tracing the spit that was still drying on his swollen lips.
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