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He sighed for the first time after 10 minutes. And then he took a long breath. And sighed again, shifting in his seat to throw his head hard against the back of the sofa.
Still, none of the bodyguards made a move to look at him.
Then Porchay used all his dramatic skills — which really were many — to let out the biggest and most emphatic sigh. It had to work this time.
"Khun Porchay, can we help with anything?" Big, that one that always gives him polite words with deadly or disinterested looks, finally turned to look at Chay.
"I'm bored." Do something. Bring Porsche to me. Take me to Kim’s side. He wanted so badly to simply put his foot down and demand that these idiots take him to his boyfriend. However, Kim asked him to behave himself. Kim looked deep into his eyes, pressed with the necessary force his strong hands on the forearms of Porchay, and ordered him to be a good boy and not give the bodyguards trouble. And Porchay learned to read between the lines. If he didn't obey, he would eventually receive a punishment. If he acted like a spoiled brat, Kim would make sure to offer the full package spoiled brats got. And as much as Chay loved it when Kim sounded all dominant and pissed off, he really wasn't in that pampered mood. He just missed being close and getting all of his boyfriend's love and attention.
Kim has spent the last week working under lock and key in his office. When he left, it was only to go after whatever Kinn had commanded him. Those were difficult days, and Chay tried to be understanding. He really tried to understand his side. But hey, Kim didn't seem to understand his side. Today was Saturday, and Saturday was their holy day. Kim had promised to take him out, so they were going to stop by the guitar shop and buy Chay a new guitar, since his own didn't sound right. Kim had promised that they would have a day of their own, as they had every other Saturday since they started dating and had imposed that rule so they could have time together amidst all of work and college. But now Chay was there, in Kim's childhood and teenage bedroom in the main compound, extremely bored because his boyfriend had to attend a last-minute meeting and Kinn couldn't get his shit together on his own.
It was completely unfair!
"I'm sorry to hear that, Khun Porchay. Would you like to play any of the video games?” Chay glanced around the room, spotting at least five video games near the big television. However, none really caught his attention, because he didn't want to be distracted by one of the boring games. All he wanted was to be able to sit on Kim's lap and feel his hands stroking his hair.
"I want Kim." He snorted.
"Khun Kim will be back within 1 hour."
"1 hour?" Chay looked at the bodyguard in disbelief. "That's a long time!"
"Meetings like this usually take time." The boy crossed his arms, ready to play the role that makes other bodyguards shiver from head to toe.
"I'm not going to wait here for an hour. I want to see Kim, and I want to see him now, so you're taking me!" He pointed a hand in the air towards Big, who sighed and pressed the gap between his eyebrows. It turns out that Big had been there for a long time, and he honestly already knew about the youngest's reputation, so he is not buying it. Bullshit.
"I'm afraid I cannot attend to that order, Khun Porchay."
Chay arched his eyebrows. "Why not? You get paid to take orders."
Big almost looked like he wanted to grab his gun and shoot himself in the head. "Khun Kim specifically asked you to wait in the room, Khun Porchay. Maybe I can call Tankhun?"
"I don’t want P'Khun, I want P'Kim.” He got up from the couch, ready to go after what he wanted. Big stayed up in his place.
"Khun Porchay, please, don't make us get shot." He begged.
The boy stopped, reflecting on what the bodyguard said. "You wouldn't get shot." He arched his eyebrows one more time.
"Khun Kim ordered that we protect you here in his room, if you leave, I will have to hold you by force, and when Khun Kim finds out about this, he will shoot my hands. In another scenario, if I let you out, and then you walk into that boardroom with five of the most fucked up, rotten mobsters in Thailand, who want the head of the main family on a silver platter, It’ll be my fucking head on a silver platter." Big was staring at him deeply, and for once, his look wasn't disinterested or deadly, it was a look that exuded truth and confidence, with a hint of desperation. Chay almost felt sorry for him. But he wouldn't be Kim's boy if he just stopped and did whatever the oldest asked.
"Well, I guess we'll have to see if you get shot in the hands or in the head." And then he opened the bedroom door, passing two bodyguards who stood in front of him but didn't touch him, which honestly didn't help Big at all. However, the poor security guards knew he belonged to Kim after all, so they wouldn't be crazy enough to do something to stop him.
"Khun porchay, please!" Big moved to his side, gently holding his arm.
"I could tell that you went to the bathroom, there's no point in staying by my side."
"And then he beats me up and shoots me in the face?"
Chay stopped and faced the man. "You're too obsessed with gunshots, is it some kind of fetish?"
Big's cheeks turned red. "Of course not! You know this would happen."
"Kim is not going to shoot you P'Big, you’re literally the only bodyguard allowed to be alone in the same room as me." He rolled his eyes, turning back to his path. Kim was too stupid and emotionally constipated to even let the security guard know that he was some kind of friend to him. A very twisted sort of friend and a bit of an imbalance in power, but still, it was real. Kim cared for the older man.
"Khun Porchay!" It's the last thing he says before Chay arrives at the conference room's double doors. Kinn's guards block his entrance, and he sighs, utterly frustrated by yet another obstacle. Kim would have to spoil him thirteen times as much when they were together.
"Are we going to have to do this again?"
"Good afternoon, Khun Porchay." They bow. "Can we help you?"
"You know I want to enter this room."
"I’m afraid that..."
"I'm afraid you're not authorized, yes, yes, I've heard that before. However…” Chay steps forward, fixing the crease in security number one's suit because he really didn't feel like memorizing too many names. “You know that Kim would be very unhappy to know that his boy couldn’t reach him, right? Oh, I can hear all the screams and threats uttered, maybe a really real threat..."
The bodyguard swallowed hard. "Please Khun Porchay." Argh. They were so annoying.
"Please my ass, let me in! I'll be the first to shoot your filthy feet if you stop me for a few more seconds!" He was done with the kindness, and yet it took the guards another thirteen fucking seconds to step aside. He did count, and would let his boyfriend know about it. Chay could get into hot water with him, but what the fuck, and if he was in urgent trouble and didn't want to tell the guards? What would become of him and his lovely little life? No, this was for the greater good, so he would snitch.
"Idiots." He swore before opening the heavy doors to find several men sitting around a huge table, all looking like they were expecting a gun to be pointed at their head at any moment. The room reeked of tension and meticulous action, but Porchay couldn't care less as he walked with head held high and with firm steps to his boyfriend's chair.
"What are you doing here?" Porsche's voice is strained and he has a look so hard and full of reproach. Porchay almost flinches. Almost.
"I came to the meeting, isn't it obvious?"
"I didn't know you allowed children in your business, Khun Kinn." Chay stopped walking just so she could stare at whoever had the decency to open their mouth to say something about himself. Clearly it had to be an old man who had one foot in the pit rather than firmly pressed on the side of life, someone who didn't seem afraid of being pushed down.
Kinn clenched his jaw and clenched his hands into fists, something Chay learned over time that it’s his brother-in-law trying to control his anger issues. "Porchay, couldn't you wait in the room?"
"And get stuck like a damsel in distress? No thanks. Unfortunately, we're not in one of the Disney movies." Chay started walking again, and boldly — forgetting all his shame — sat in Kim's lap. The strong arms he'd been wanting so badly wrapped around his waist, and his lover's soft lips pressed a light, tender kiss to the crook of his neck.
"You're so fucked up, sweetheart." He murmured into Chay's skin, the voice and the promise sending shivers down his spine.
"I was counting on it." The smile flashed across his face, contrasting with every part of that room. Kim's jaw line became evident. Chay quelled the urge to run his tongue over the path.
Kim's voice was firm. "Gentlemen, we can continue."
And then the boring lines went back to arguing about even more boring problems. Chay just leaned back against Kim's chest, playing with his ringed hand while his boyfriend kept an ear out for business, murmured when necessary, and ran his other hand up and down absently along Chay's waist. It was so relaxing he could have slept if he hadn't been in a room with part of his family and more rotten mobsters, of course.
But still, he allowed himself to let his guard down and turn his body and face until he was with his nose in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, smelling his favorite perfume in the whole wide world. Because Kim smelled just like home, and even though his brother was a few feet away staring at them with death glares and disgusted grimaces, nothing could change that. Kim is his home now, they built and fought for this relationship, they talked and understood each other, and then Chay acted like a brat and Kim was there to make sure this didn't go too far. Kim was always there for him, and always comforted him when needed. It was soft, it was hard, it was warm, and the most important after all this, it was all his.
Plus, having a mobster wrapped around your fingertip — Kim still had the nerve to deny it, but they were working on it — was extremely amusing. Chay could order whatever he wanted, and he would be getting it the next minute, the next day, or the next week, depending on what he ordered. It was a great life, and despite the cons, he really didn't have much to complain about. Kim was his comfort, his home, his security, and also the reason for his desire, arousal, passion, and honestly, those big hands pressed to parts of his body were leaving a trail of heat and all Chay wanted was to drag the older out these meeting room and make sure he never again had the audacity to leave him alone in a room that had become dull without his beloved present. It wasn't fair to leave him in such need. Kim had to understand the position he'd put him in.
"P'kim, let's get out of here! It's boring." The way his boyfriend winced didn't go unnoticed.
Kim sighs, and then he has the audacity to brush his lips close to Chay's ear and whisper, "Babe, you know you have to wait."
“Boring.”
“I promise I will make the wait worth it.”
The youngest contained a groan of dissatisfaction. "You better do it."
“We will have a very productive afternoon, and tomorrow we can spend the whole day in bed, I will even turn off the phone.” And wow, even coming from the one who would move the entire galaxy if he asked, it was a grand gesture to remain uncommunicative. So, just once, Chay let him have that one. He would wait for the meeting to end, and then he would ask Kim to get rid of the old man who was staring at his ass all the time, just because he could ask such requests, then they would go on a date, and when they got home, in the comfort of their bed, Chay would let Kim know how grateful and lucky he was to have a boyfriend as caring and loving as his boyfriend.