They kiss and kiss and kiss until Chay doesn't know when one stops and then begins again. His lips feel a little numb. It's all a big blur between the sweet caress of Kim's tongue on his or the way the calluses fingers sneak under his thin t-shirt to explore.

"I shouldn't be easy on you," Chay says, his nose caressing Kim's. "I should've let you suffer for more days so you know that your feelings for me are not the only valid thing. Mine too. My feelings for you have depth too, you know."

"You should," Kim grimaces. "But can't you just take pity on me? And I know. I know how deep your feelings are for me, Pichaya. But jealousy knows no boundary." Kim tries to wiggle his way out.

"Tsk," Chay chuckles. "Smart mouth."

Kim smiles as he kisses Chay's neck after being denied his lips. "Besides, I suffered plenty. Every day you ignore me, it's like I descended to one level of hell. If you don't believe me, just ask Big or anyone on my team." He moves to whisper in Chay's ear. "Don't you know that I live and die for you?"

Chay smiles. Sweet talker, that's what Kim is. Chay is glad the one who is victimized by this is him and him only.

They stay like that for a while, chest to chest, offering sweet gentle kisses in any part of the body that they can reach, whispering sweet words to each other.

When his stomach grumbles in protest, Chay knows he has to put a stop no matter how delicious this sin is. So he put his hand on his boyfriend's lips to halt his ongoing assault. "Stop," he says. "I want to eat lunch."

"No," Kim whines, "This is not enough," going around his hand, now attacking his neck again. because Chay refuses his kisses on the lips. He places both of his hands on Chay's lower butt. "How many days have you ignored me? Put your legs around my waist, baby," Chay does as told and now straddling Kim. "Five days now. So we need to kiss for five days worth."

Chay laughs at how ridiculous Kim's statement is. "Even when we kiss for five days worth, you'll still say it's not enough."

Kim cocks his head to the side. "Hm, true. I can never get enough of you."

"Well, right now food is more important than your kisses."

"Hey!" Kim slaps Chay's butt playfully.

"So unless you want to take me to eat, let's wrap this up."

"Hasn't somebody said to you that you're so mean, Pichaya?"

Porchay gets off Kim's body and pushes Kim hard enough to put a distance between them. "I'm just stating a fact. Not my problem if someone wants to interpret it differently," he says as he walks away. Ten walks later, Kim follows and intertwines both of their hands together. He directs Chay to the family part of the dining room.

"I don't want to eat there, Phi," Chay pulls to the other way, but Kim is persistent. "With an outfit like that, I'll be damn if I allow it to happen in my watch."

"You know that sounds ridiculous, right?"

"I'm just stating a fact. Not my problem if someone wants to interpret it differently."

Chay kicks his ass but Kim only laughs.

They do end up eating in the family diner, but not at the long ass table that they use for formal dinner which makes Chay's stomach cramped just thinking about it. Kim takes him to the smaller area with soft sofas instead of rigid expensive chairs. It looks like this place is for gentlemen to have smoke and drinks after dinner.

The food is served fast and swiftly like the servants can't wait to bolt out of there. Chay observes it with amusement, as Kim doesn't really care. He already shoves a peeled shrimp into Chay's mouth when the servants still serving. No one dared to even look at them, let alone comment. Soon they are alone again.

After fifteen minutes pass, a whirlwind named Tankhun arrives, whining no one wants to play with him anymore now Chay is monopolized by Kim. But Kim doesn't say anything to refute that, he just lets his older brother ramble his stories to Chay who listens tentatively, giving enough response to keep Tankhun going.

Kim opens up a water bottle and places it in front of Tankhun. The older's stunned response should be alarming if it's not paired up with a soft smile that formed on his face. "Thank you," he says, just as softly.

Chay smiles and then gives his boyfriend a peck on the cheek when Kim sits beside him again.

"Drink up between your yapping, don't want you to have a sore throat. You're unbearable when sick."

"Yes, sure," Tankhun replies, but he only grips his bottle, like it is something precious, while still looking at his youngest brother with gentle eyes. "Oh, where are we?" he says after a good thirty seconds of silence. "Yes, Pete. Do you remember when he first got here, Kim?"

Kim groans his response, at the same time putting his head on Chay's lap. "Not that story again."

"So, he's not from the country, right? So scrawny and skinny, but I have to admit he was cute even back then, before that evil devil took him away. When he got here, after his training, his first task was to drive Kim to school in a Lambo. He didn't know how to handle it, so Kim took over after a good distance from the house and taught him how to. How old were you back then?"

"Fifteen."

Chay gawks. "You drove Lambo at fifteen?"

"I drove Lambo at twelve, baby."

Now it is Chay's eyes that bulge. He mouths 'twelve' in disbelief. "That's not normal."

Kim laughs, a sincere one like he really thinks what Chay said is funny. "In case you haven't got the memo, sweetheart, we don't do normal here."

"Oh, shut up!" Chay slaps Kim's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs louder and cages his hand to his chest with both hands. His eyes close while still smiling.

"Do you know that your boyfriend has all kinds of licenses? From trucks to small airplanes," Tankhun says. Chay shakes his head, his chest is tingling from the word 'boyfriend' that comes out from Tankhun's lips. "Well, I'm sure your surprises won't end until you're both fifty or something. Just take a slow approach to learning, don't want you to have a heart attack. Speaking of learning, have you known the rope to sex?"

Chay is too shocked to give replies, while Kim gets up from Chay's lap and shouts at his older brother.

"Ok, Ok," Tankhun gives a back-off gesture. "I'm just trying to help."

"Well, I prefer you don't try to help him. You'll just end up traumatizing him."

"Hey, I have experiences too, you know!" Tankhun pouts.

"Who? Tell me who? I'll verify that and get back to you after."

"Boy, you'll be too stunned to speak if I tell you."

"Who?" Kim doesn't lower his voice, Chay has to tap his arm to calm down because he is getting worried.

Tankhun proceeds to give three names. Chay gasps. He knows those guys. One is a famous model. One is a famous megastar BL actor. The last one is a politician. "Really, Phi?"

Tankhun nods snobly. "I'm beautiful too, you know." He flips his imaginary long hair.  "If you don't believe, just ask Arm and Pol. They can verify."

"They're your minions. Unreliable at best," Kim still doesn't want to admit defeat. Just like any other brother.

"Then what should your Phi do, Kimmy? Take a record and show it to you?" Tankhun screams. Nobody is coming because this is as good as a routine event in this house.

"If you have," Kim's hand pulls out, taunting. Tankhun gives him a look of annoyance. "I'll dig my phones first. Just wait you ungrateful brat! I'm leaving!" he says dramatically. He takes his water bottle and leans to kiss Chay's cheek and whispers, "Thank you." There's a smile in his words.

Chay is confused. He does nothing to reward a thank you.

Later on, they stay in Kim's section of the mansion, just one level above Chay's room. The whole floor is his. Different from the rest of the floors, there is another door after the elevator, escalator, and stair second. There are men there, not in suits, but they pay respect to Kim when he arrives, and extension to that, to Chay.

"Who are they?" Chay asks, he has never seen them before, as Kim presses the combination of password, fingerprint, and retina recognition.

"My team."

"I've never seen them."

"You're not supposed to. We are the ghost squad. We don't protect. We kill. They are here because we were supposed to discuss a mission but then that son of bitch came."

The way Kim describes them, with pride swells in every word, makes it sound like a job they adore to do. There is no regret or guilt. Another side of Kimhan Theerapanyakul he just discovered.

Kimhan actually likes and enjoys doing these ... These what? Job?

"We are a band of brothers. Most are without family or estranged from it. We took an oath and take care each other, dead or alive no one left behind. They are loyal to me, not to the family. Oh, I was wrong about the previous. We do protect. But we only protect one guy and one guy only."

"You?"

"No," Kim looks into his eyes deeply. "You."

Chay is unable to say anything to reply.

After the door opens, the whole view is surprisingly very neat for a rock star bachelor. All brown, black, and blue, with a hint of gold. There is musical equipment and paper everywhere, some are for display, some look like had been played just a moment ago. There are plants, strategically placed and very healthy looking. A big aquarium with many exotic fishes. There is a big drawing of Kim's beautiful face in soft colours and strokes.

Chay knows nothing about Kim's personal taste in design and architecture, but he never thought this was it.

His room is another thing.

There is one big giant bed in it, a keyboard with comfortable chair and simple recording equipment, and three types of guitar. What surprises Chay is his portrait is in there. The biggest thing in the room. He tries to avoid looking it and focus on Kim's potrait. He was playing a guitar with another guitar as a background.

"So the guitar you gave me is a second hand?" he asks playfully, to Kim who is now sitting on the edge of his bed.

Kim smiles. "No. I bought your guitar in London,"he gives a hint. Kim supposes Chay recognizes it because his eyes get bigger.

"When?" he walks closer to Kim until his feet are caged between Kim's thighs.

"Every chance I got. At least once a month."

"So I wasn't hallucinating when I saw you at the club."

"No, you weren't, baby," Kim busies himself trailing his fingers on Chay's unclothed skin. "I just... I just had to see you. You know?"

'"Hmm," Chay acknowledges it. He too sometimes felt like he was going crazy if he didn't see Kim's face. That's what social media is for anyway. To stalk your ex.

Chay's skin tingles on the path that Kim's fingers trail, but he tries to ignore it. He plays with Kim's soft hair instead. Kim buries his face in Chay's tummy. It's not as soft as when they first met anymore due to the training, but it's still warm and smells nice.

"Didn't you know, one time I was so close behind you that our fingers touched each other. I can smell you, my head feels like it was swimming in Vodka," Kim laughs softly, "but Macau dragged me from you."

Chay gasps. "Macau knew?"

"Hmm," Kim hums.

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"I threaten him not to open his mouth to anyone."

"Seriously, Phi Kim?" Chay is in disbelief.  He tilts Kim's head to look at him, scolding him with his eyes.

"What am I supposed to do? If you know, then the whole family knows. Then there was no way to see you again."

It's not like Chay doesn't know why. He can't pretend anymore that he doesn't understand how Kim's mind works. Vegas is right. Kim has some screws loose in his head. The way he approaches things is sometimes abnormal.

Kim's hands inch up. Goosebumps start to appear on Chay's skin.

"Every time I saw you from a distance in London, I always wondered ... What is your skin like? Is it as soft as I imagine? How does it smell? Will it become red and hot under my gaze and touch?" his voice is only above a whisper.

"And now?"

"It is what I imagine and some more. Do you know that you also make me more religious too?"

Chay hikes his brows. Kim slips under his shorts, going around to the edge of his ass and playing it them. A slow and continuous stroke that drives Chay's mind crazy.

"It's true. I pray and make merit anytime I have a chance just for you. Because I want to go home to you. You are my home, Pichaya. For me, my temple is you."

Chay kisses Kim so hard he tastes copper on his tongue.

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Ps:

Next will be a separate chapter for smut. As I said before, this chapter will only be up for some time.