The next thing Chay knows is that he is shoved somewhere in a dimly lit corner and his lungs are knocked out of the air by Kim's kisses. Kim's whole body is pressing against his, making him stay. One of his hands is grabbing the hair on the back of his neck.

The kisses are hard and punishing.

Kim is angry, Chay can feel it rolling in the air and filling his chest with it instead of air.

That guy sucks his lips instead of just pressing it, like what Chay did. "I've told you to stay away from that bastard," Kim whispers, his voice hard and with sharp edges. His hot breaths tickle Chay's skin.

He opens his mouth to protest, to say he is staying away from Ash and wants to tell Kim that he has no experience in this kind of kiss and this experience overwhelms him, but instead of air he feels something slippery come into the inside of his mouth.

Kim's tongue is meeting his own, searching and roaming in the inside of his mouth. Knocking more air from him. Chay feels lightheaded.

The feeling is strange, but it sends electricity to Chay's whole body and makes him whimper. He moves his lower body in instinct, grinding Kim's lower body.

It feels so good that Chay does it, over and over again. He makes obscene noises as he feels his whole body burns. Kim hums his approval.

Chay cuts the scene with a jerk of his head. It's necessary, otherwise he'll die. He breathes air in a big gulp. His lungs, they feel burnt.

He hears Kim's laugh. He is now kissing Chay's jawline, bites here and there. "Have you ever been kissed like that, Chay?" he says on Chay's ear, his voice now turns seductive, as sweet as honey drips. "Has someone kissed you like that? With tongue and teeth?"

Chay can only shake his head. Words fail him.

He feels Kim smiles. "Good boy," he praises. "All of you is solely mine, hm?"

Chay nods. There's a mumbled voice in his head that tells them they shouldn't be doing this in public. Someone can come and see them. Watch them with their filthy eyes.

Chay wonders what they look like from the outsider's view.

Kim kissed his lips again. When Chay doesn't open up like he wants to, he bites down Chay's lower lips. 

It stings and bleeds. Chay can feel the copper taste in his mouth. There's a lick here and there, cleaning the blood. "Open up, baby. Let me in." Kim's hips roll, making Chay gasp. Then there's his tongue again. This time it moves slowly, as slow as the grind that Kim's make. His tongue tangles Chay's, making lewd sounds escape Chay's mouth.

He is hard. They both are. Chay can feel Kim's. Hard and hot and...

It seems Kim gets it, because he then buries his head on the side of Chay's neck, holding him close. The kisses and grinds stop. All there is to it is hard breaths and whimpers and little growls.

"I didn't know he would be here," Chay says, finally after a long moment of silence. "I don't even reply to his texts."

Kim hums, still hiding his face from Chay's neck. When they face each other again, it is so close that Chay can see the detail in his eyes.

"His father holds this charity," Kim says.

"Oh."

Kim nods and smiles. "I'm sorry," he wipes the aftermath of the bite. There is no more blood, but it looks obviously bitten and plump from all the kisses. "I'm just ... It's too aggressive, I'm sorry."

Chay leans in and whispers, "That's ok, Phi. I like it." He manages to say that before bursting into flame as Kim's eyes widen.

The older kisses his lips again, tenderly this time. "I'm glad you like it."

"How is your trip?"

"Unpleasant."

Chay frowns. "Why?"

"Because I'm missing you all the time."

Oh. Ah, this man and his sweet talks.

Chay smiles at that. "Good," he says, unable to think of a different reply.

"Good," Kim mimics and grins.

"You cut your hair," Chay says, as he plays with Kim's lower part of hair. He only realizes it now.

"Mh. I figured that I couldn't look like a street gangster from Pattaya on an occasion like this. Do you like it?"

"You look like when we first met, you know. Only ... different."

"Is it a good difference or a bad difference?"

Chay smiles, liking that Kim seeks his approval. "A good difference," he says then.

Kim's eyes are zeroing in on Chay's lips again. "Good," he whispers before ducking his head for a kiss again. This time, Chay anticipates his tongue slips and tries to mimic it as best as he can.

They kiss slowly. Kim's hands are caging Chay's head. Chay's hands are holding for dear life on Kim's jacket suit. When it is over, Kim presses his forehead on Chay.

"We should stop or people would look at us in strange ways," he says, his lips smiling when Chay makes a confused face. "We're both hard, Chay. It's hard not to notice that with these fitting pants."

Oh.

Ok.

Chay is reddened again. Kim is laughing openly now.

"We could ... not going in," Chay makes a timid suggestion.

Kims nods one time, "We could," he agrees, "But then we will be impolite and that can cause trouble in the future."

Chay's lips make an 'O' shape without a word. He hasn't got all these politics of the high class yet.

Kim removes himself from Chay, now standing side by side with him. He takes a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his suit, pulls one blunt, and lights it. He needs something to take his mind off the dirty scenes playing inside his head. He puffs a smoke and laughs at himself.

Chay looks at the smoke that appears from Kim's mouth before he takes the blunt from Kim's hand and inhales it himself.

He scrunches up his face. "This tastes different," he says.

Kim smiles. "It custom made," he takes the blunt from Chay, puffing one smoke, and offers it to Chay again. The younger takes it and does the same. They enjoy the blunt for a moment until Kim crushes the leftovers with his shoes.

"What should we do about this?" Chay licks the wound on his lips. Kim follows the movement, and his eyes darken.

"Yeah, that's a problem," Kim says. Chay feels he is not addressing the situation that will follow when everybody sees the wound. It's something else.

Hunger. Wants. Needs.

"Oh, I think," he fishes his pockets, "I have this," he shows Kim the dark cherry lip balm, "Phi Khun gave it to me."

Kim takes the lip balm before applying it to Chay's lips carefully. He takes his time and Chay can smell the erotic feel in the air. It makes his stomach tighten.

Kim looks at his work and smiles, "There. Pretty. But you're always pretty."

The silence after that is a slightly awkward but comfortable one. Kim fixes his clothes and Chay's, tugs Chay and they both walk to the ballroom side by side.

Kim contemplates dragging Chay with him. It's not that he is ashamed, far from it. But it can make Chay more than just Porsche's younger brother and Kim knows what follows that. If Chay's life is a mess right now, it will only escalate the situation to worse as Pattaya's situation makes him the enemy of many.

So, Kim tries to find Khun and when he finds the older, he whispers in Khun's ear, "Keep him safe and don't let him wander around. I don't want him near Sutivanichsak."

"Which Sutivanichsak?"

"Any, particularly Ash."

Khun's eyebrows shoot. "Competition?"

Kim hesitantly agrees.

"Got it," Tankhun says, his hand is already wrapping to Chay's arm before he makes Chay follow him to one of the tables reserved for Theerapanyakuns with gossip stories that he tells with a loud voice.

Kim makes his social round, politely declining the wishes of many guests to see him perform. He blames his lateness and unable to perform state on the business trip.

Macau appears not long after that, looking agitated. Vegas and Pete by his side. Pete is doing his best to soothe Vegas, something big must've happened to make Vegas look like he wants to flip the table.

"What's wrong?" Chay asks, concern latching in his voice.

"Nothing," Cau replies, "just meeting a bad luck."

***

Macau is having a good time talking to his friends after he sees Kim appear on Chay's side. That kid will be ok, then. Kim will make sure of it.

He is about to gulp another round of champagne when a voice whispers in his ear. "Don't you think you have enough for tonight?"

His eyes quickly find a man his Hia's age behind him, dressed in a sophisticated bowtie suit. He looks expensive, oozing confidence and power. His face is not a bad-looking too. People can tell he comes from money, big one, even from miles away.

Macau is about to sip again, but that guy's hand prevents him, taking his glass away and giving it to one of the waiters who make rounds. "Ah, ah," he says.

But Macau doesn't know him well enough for that guy to say that to him. Not all. "Who are you?" he asks with an evident dislike on his face.

That guy smirks. Macau decides that he hates that guy. He's maybe handsome but he's an asshole. An overbearing one.

"My name is Eakasit Chaimongkon. You can call me Kai."

Chaimongkon, Macau thinks. That's a name for a crazy rich family who deals in all kinds of shipping and goods distribution. He vaguely remembers Vegas uses their services for the armed business. He also vaguely remembers Vegas hates the boss.

Macau only nods and tries to ignore that guy, hoping he will disappear. But it is his friends who one by one become scarce. That guy stays. He even introduces Cau, ignoring Cau's hateful glare, to people who make too much effort to make smaltalkks to him. Those people call this guy Khun Boss.

Can't say it doesn't suit him, that guy does like a big boss, but Cau hates it.

How did this guy know him anyway? Have they met and chatted before? Cau seriously can't recall. He never talked with a big shotgun like Kai before.

That should ring some bells in his head. Something is missing here.

Cau is in the process of trying to remember when he sees his Hia making his way to him. "Cau," he calls, summoning Macau to his side with his hands. Macau automatically moves but a hand prevents that from him. Kai tugs Macau closer to him.

Both brothers are giving Kai the look, but none of them is pleased.

"What are you doing with my brother, Kai? Let go of him now," the command in Vegas's voice is evident, although delivered softly. This is him being civilized.

Kai grins. "I still need to talk to him."

"Talk about what? I don't even know you!" Macau says, trying to tug his hand free of Kai's hold.

The hold becomes firmer and Kai is once again whispering in Cau's ear. "Oh, but I know you. I know you well enough to know what faces did you make when you were cumming. Your pleads and lewd moans."

Oh shit.

Macau feels the blood drain from his face.

He is that guy.

A hard pull and then he is in his Hia's arms. Vegas searched his face and misinterpreted the horror there. "Don't you dare threaten my brother, Kai!"

"I'm not," Kai denies. "My intentions to him is a good one."

Vegas snorts. "Rich coming from you! Just stay the hell off from him!"

Kai cocks his head to the side. "It's hard to do that, Brother! In fact, I don't want to." Defyment at its finest.

Vegas is about to smack that smug face when Pete comes to the rescue and drags both brothers from Kai. Kai's eyes stick to Macau's face until he can't see him anymore.

He smirks. This is fun, he thinks.
***