Arthit got off Kongpob's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you."

Kongpob turned to look Arthit in the eyes. "I love you too. I have a surprise for you."

"There's more?" Arthit looked at Kongpob surprised. "This is already too much. I'm not greedy. I'm not used to this extravagant lifestyle. Kongpob, your affection already has me spinning. You really don't have to try so hard. I...."

Kongpob's lips landed on Arthit's. Gentle, and soft. Then ever so gentle, Kongpob's tongue probed the little gap between Arthit's lips for access. Arthit responded with the tip of his own tongue meeting Kongpob's, and then letting Kongpob in.

Kongpob had successfully stopped Arthit from continuing to spout unnecessary nonsense with a passionate kiss. He doesn't want Arthit to start saying self loathing words. He needs to get Arthit to realize how amazing of a person he really is, and he is worth everything to him.

Kongpob slowly pulled away from their kiss. Arthit opened his eyes to seeing Kongpob stare at him lovingly.

"Arthit, money can't buy happiness. And what you have given me is proof. I don't want anything material, I only want you." Kongpob leaned his forehead against Arthit's.

"Good. I don't have anything material that's worth anything to give you. But I know what you have given me isn't material either." Arthit smiled.

"And what's that?" Kongpob stared into Arthit's eyes.

"Time. Your gift of time is the most precious." Arthit said.

"I would give you more if I could."

Honk. Honk.

The horn sounded from the yacht, and the yacht started to move.

"Kongpob, are we heading back to shore?"

"No, just follow me. We will see your surprise in action."
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Kongpob held his hand out for Arthit. The two men went downstairs from the sun deck to the back of the yacht. There was a table beautifully set with candles lit inside deep oversized candle holders. The sun had just set, so the sea was getting dark with minimal light from the city on the other side. 

Kongpob let Arthit sit down comfortably first before he slid in next to him.

"We are having dinner here. There's also going to be a live show." Kongpob told Arthit as he poured a glass of white wine for each of them.

Arthit was about to ask a question, but the chef came with a food cart.

"Good evening gentlemen. I hope you are enjoying this lovely evening. For your first appetizer, I present mango tuna tartare."

The chef placed one dish in front of each of them.

"Wow, you made this in the tiny kitchen here? It's so pretty. I would feel bad ruining it." Arthit said to the chef.

"Thank you for the kind words. A chef's greatest pleasure is to see someone enjoy their labor. So, please do eat well. I will bring out more dishes after you finish with this one."

Arthit smiled, and began eating. They continued to enjoy one amazing dish after another. Soon, the yacht had sailed much closer to the city with a bridge coming up ahead.

Arthit cannot even begin to explain how happy and relaxed he is. The sky was now completely dark, and there were countless stars above them. Although they were not as bright as they would be if they were further away from the city lights, but he was more than content leaning his head on Kongpob's shoulder. They were both nursing on their second bottle of wine after finishing their dessert.

Then the yacht slowly came to a stop. Arthit noticed that they were no longer moving.

"Why are we stopping here?" Arthit asked lazily, but curious.

"We are here to watch the live show." Kongpob said pointing to the bridge with his wine glass in his hand. He then took another sip of his wine.

Arthit's eyes followed Kongpob's finger to where he pointed. They were now pretty close to the side of the bridge. There was some kind of commotion going on the bridge. There were a lot of lights set around. The bridge was basically empty except for the one group of people near the center of the bridge.

"Kongpob, what kind of live show is this?" Arthit asked curiously.

" You will see. Here's a pair of binoculars if you need it." Kongpob hands a pair of binoculars he grabbed from his side of the table to Arthit.

Arthit took the binoculars, and looked into them. When a familiar face came into view. Arthit was surprised and shocked.

On the bridge....

Director: People! Get into your places. Set those lights closer.

The lighting crew moved the lights closer to the actors as directed.

Director: That's good. Right there. Lee, are you ready?

The actor rolled his neck, and nodded. They have been filming around the clock. This is their last scene for the day. They had to wait until the sun went down for this scene on the bridge. He can't wait to get back to the hotel, and let his body crash. This extra better not screw it up for him. There's really no saying what he would do if he had to stay any longer.

Director: All right. Lights. Cameras. Action!

Lee: Listen man, I don't know what your story is, but dying is not the answer. What about your family and friends? Don't you have anyone you can't leave behind?

Chet shakes his head with tears dramatically falling down both sides of his face. He is sitting on the ledge of the bridge with his feet hanging. He just wished he had at least a line to say for this movie. He has been working really hard this past month. His schedule has been jam-packed ever since meeting producer Nammon. So far, in all these movies, he has had a total of two lines. One being 'I won't do it again' and the other 'just kill me.' He cursed himself for telling the producer that he is willing to do all his own stunts.

Director: Cut! What the fuck Chet! Why are you spaced out?

Chet apologized profusely.

Lee: Dude, can you fucking focus? I wanna get outta here. Unlike you, I've been working all day.

Chet apologized to the leading actor. He really wanted to say he has too, but just not in front, and center of the camera.

Director: All right. You better get your act together. Take two. Lights. Cameras. Action!

Lee: Listen man, I don't know what your story is, but dying is not the answer. What about your family and friends? Don't you have anyone you can't leave behind?

Chet desperately tried to cry again, but he was running dry. So, he dry heaved instead, and shook his head in response to the actor's line.

Lee: Even if you don't have anyone, taking the easy way out will only make you a quitter in this game of life. Come on, give me your hand. Come down from there.

Lee slowly reached his hand over pretending to grab Chet. Chet closed his eyes, and prayed while he pushed off from the ledge. He couldn't help himself from screaming at the top of his lungs with his arms and legs flapping wildly.

Director: Cut! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Someone get that asshole back up here.

After ten minutes, the crew under the bridge with the safety net fetched him out, and brought him back up to the top of the bridge.

Chet walked over to the crew with water dripping off his entire body shivering, and his teeth chattering. No one was paying any attention to him. He hoped with all his heart that the shot was good enough to pass.

Director: Hey fuckard! Why the fuck were you waving your stupid arms and legs like that? Now we have to do it again. I swear if you screw up again, you will answer to my foot in your mouth.

Chet: But....but.... I'm still wet.

Director: You know what. I will just have your pre-jump clip edited into the new jump. Just go jump off the bridge again. Lee, you can go. Everyone else, pray that this idiot doesn't mess up again so we can go home.

Back on the yacht....

Arthit looked away from the binoculars, and turned to Kongpob with his mouth open.

"Is that....is that who I think it is? Is that Chet that just jumped off the bridge?"

"Do you want it to be?" Kongpob looked at Arthit with a sly smile. Kongpob had his arms stretched across the back of their seat. While Arthit was watching the bridge jumping scene, he was busy watching for Arthit's reaction. He really hoped Arthit won't feel sorry for the asshole.

Arthit thought for a moment. Then he smiled wickedly with a glint in his eyes.

"I don't know. Can't he jump off a taller building instead?" Arthit asked with a cocked brow at Kongpob.

"That can be arranged. Hahaha....God, I love you little devil." Kongpob pulled Arthit in for a deep kiss. Arthit dropped the binoculars, and leaned forward into Kongpob's kiss holding Kongpob's face with his left hand, and pushing his shirt up from the hem with his right hand. He can't believe Kongpob went through all this trouble to make him happy.

While the two men on the yacht were busy attacking each other's lips, another man took his third jump. Apparently, the second jump didn't make enough splash because he was too stick straight going in.

Arthit pulled back looking into Kongpob's eyes. "Thank you. You have no idea how satisfying that is. This is the best anniversary yet. Why are you so damn perfect?"

Kongpob pecked Arthit's lips, and smiled instead of answering. Arthit felt all fuzzy, and ready to melt.

"There's more if you want to see. I have a video with a collection of him playing different roles. I've counted, he was slapped 17 times. I've lost count of how many times he was kicked and punched. He has been chased by dogs and cars. And also, he has already jumped off a building 5 times, but those weren't too high though. I think the producer Nammon said he will have his head shaved in the next movie." Kongpob told Arthit.

"Oh, Chet loves his hair so much. I can't believe he is willing to get it shaved. Can you show me a clip of him bald after he gets shaved?" Arthit asked excitedly.

"Of course. We can even go watch him get it shaved if you want."

Arthit shook his head. "No, that's okay. He is not worth taking our time out of our day. It's too precious to waste it on him. But do show me the clip that you have later. I wanna watch him get smacked."

Kongpob chuckled. "No problem. What do you want to do now?"

Arthit leaned forward, and spoke softly in Kongpob's ear. "You."

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AN: Okay, per @CaraMartelli and simigreg 's request, I've thrown Chet over the bridge. Happy now? 😜

What did you guys think of Kongpob's revenge for Arthit?