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Third Person POV

This is a final boarding call for KLM flight 207 with non stop service to Bangkok. All preferred passengers should be on board at this time. Dank u wel!

Kimmon grabbed Copter's suitcase and his, saying to Copter "Hurry, sweetheart, we don't wanna miss our flight."

Fluke raised an eyebrow at Copter, a questioning look appearing on his face.

Copter shook his head and mouthed the words 'nothing's going on between us' to Fluke who gave back a smirk to Copter to show his obvious doubt at Copter.

Kimmon and Ohm had just finished a very successful international pharmaceutical conference in Amsterdam, and were looking forward to higher sales and profits after they managed to pitch their current and new pharmaceutical products to an international crowd of attendees.

They of course gave credit to Copter and Fluke's highly efficient assistance throughout the entire length of the conference for their tremendous success.

"I think you got the wrong personal assistant," Ohm remarked to Kimmon and then followed his statement with, "but then again I don't mind."

"Are you saying we could switch personal assistants?" Kimmon asked Ohm with a naughty wink.

"We could give it serious thought," Ohm said, sending a quick glance to Fluke who had walked over to a bin to discard the empty carton of strawberry kiwi juice that he had been drinking.

"Here let me toss it in for you," Kimmon offered when he noticed Copter tiptoeing to place his carry on into the baggage compartment directly above him.

"I can manage, thanks," Copter said, refusing Kimmon's offer.

Kimmon frowned at Copter.

"Fluke is starting to get suspicious," Copter explained to Kimmon when they settled into their seats on the plane.

Fluke was actually supposed to sit beside Kimmon as was on their tickets but by unspoken agreement Ohm had chosen the seat beside Fluke and so Copter had to sit beside Kimmon.

"Did he say anything to you?" Kimmon asked Copter.

"Not really, but he has kept giving me knowing looks," Copter replied.

"You don't have to deny anything," Kimmon remarked. "He will eventually find out."

Copter blushed as he recalled the events of the night before their flight back to Bangkok.

He had just come out of the shower, still in his white bathrobe. Kimmon had finished his shower earlier and was in the act of putting on his pajamas.

When he saw Copter walk into the room, Kimmon said, "I hope you haven't forgotten your promise to kiss my wound to make it all better."

"I made no such promise," Copter said as he walked over to the edge of the bed where he had laid out his pajamas earlier.

"You did too," Kimmon insisted, walking quickly behind Copter and placing his arms around his waist and nuzzling Copter's neck.

"Stop," Copter said, his knees feeling weak at the pleasurable feel of Kimmon's soft lips against the sensitive spot on the side of his neck.

"It's not fair," Kimmon said. "You did say that you would kiss me."

"That was just to make you stop complaining about your knuckle injury first aid treatment," Copter explained, but deep within him he knew that he would eventually cave in to Kimmon's expert caresses. He wondered briefly how Kimmon got to be such an expert at this stuff. He must have had a string of lovers to his name.

"A promise is a promise," Kimmon insisted as his lips continued to roam from the side of Copter's neck to his shoulder, using his mouth to push away the part of the bathrobe covering it.

Copter closed his eyes, feeling his resolve melting away as he allowed Kimmon to untie the sash of his bathrobe.

Kimmon, instinctively sensing Copter's defenses crumbling down, slowly turned Copter to face him.

Then placing one arm around Copter and using a finger to lift Copter's chin, Kimmon slowly lowered his face towards Copter, hesitating just a few seconds to give Copter a chance to move away, before planting his lips on Copter's soft ones.

When Copter did not push him away, Kimmon deepened the kiss. He lowered his hand from Copter's waist down to Copter's lower back and still lower ... and then pulled Copter towards him to make him feel his excitement down there.

To Kimmon's big surprise, he felt Copter's own hardness pressing against him.

He peeled away Copter's bathrobe, making it fall slowly onto the thick carpet before scooping him into his arms and carrying him to the  large comfortable bed.

"P'Kim ... "

Kimmon straightened himself and quickly removed his pajamas, and with only his white briefs on, he lay down beside Copter.

He slowly turned his head to look expectantly at Copter.

"I'm still waiting for you to make good on your promise," he said.

Copter turned on his side to face Kimmon. He extended his arm to reach the side of Kimmon's face.

"Cop ..." was all that Kimmon could say before he felt Copter's lips pressing hard against his own.