Tin is back in Thailand to resume being the Medthanan heir. He is finally ready to deal with all of his past misdeeds, including the mess with Pete Pichaya and his boyfriend, Ae. He now has the skills to fight his brother, Tul, for the family compan...
Tin had ordered a complete filing system and it didn't take him long to place the newspaper clippings in chronological order. Next, he took out his phone and searched for the best real estate company in Bangkok and made an appointment. He expected to see the housekeeping cart at his hotel door when the gentle knock came.
Walking over, his chest bare as his dress shirt hung loose, he swung the door open, said, "Thank you, I said to leave it outside." Without even looking, he went to shut the door.
Pete smirked. "Nice chest, Tin. What did you want to say to me?"
Tin paused and slowly turned around. This was not the Pete he remembered. He never would have been so forward to comment on anyone's looks. His eyes narrowed as he saw Ae was with him. Rude little bastard hadn't changed a bit, he snorted quietly.
He was wrong, of course. Ae had changed, just as much as Pete and Tin. Ae was wearing a nice, blue suit. He had work to do, then had his graduate studies to do after. He was determined that he would become a partner that could help Pete and Putch with the Hotel.
So far, he was only screwing up. Ae sucked up his bad temper. "Mr. Medthanan, I'd like to offer my sincere apologies for hanging up on you today. I was not aware you were in Bangkok. Nor," Here he shot a deadly glare at Pete, who blushed, "That you were a guest of the hotel."
Tin nodded. "Apology accepted." Again he stepped back and went to shut the door. Quickly, Pete motioned to Ae. Ae nodded and left, leaving Pete.
"Tin, what did you want to tell me?" Pete slid his foot into the closing door, and forced his way into the room.
"Nothing, really." Tin sighed at the intrusion into what was still his personal space. "I wanted to thank you, I guess. For forgiving me for my... indiscretion all those years ago." He gave a short laugh. "It wasn't that commoner who owed me an apology, you know."
Pete sat down in the armchair and watched Tin as he continued to place the cut outs from the newspapers into the folders. "I'm not sure what you mean. Why do you owe Ae an apology?"
Half a laugh puffed out. Tin moved some folders off the straight backed chair and walked over to the mini fridge. He squatted and opened the door. "I know it's early, but would you like a beverage?" He reached in a grabbed a bottle of juice, not caring what type.
"Whatever isn't alcoholic. Thanks." Pete replied, more curious about Ae, wishing he would hurry up. If Tin felt more comfortable playing host, he had to be patient. Accepting the bottle of juice, mango by the looks, he cracked the top and took a small sip.
"Ah, well," Tin said, sitting down and opening his own bottle, "I was a complete jerk to you both before I left. I've given you my apologies but not to Ae. I really don't blame him for hanging up on me. I was planning to say them over the phone."
He shrugged and set the bottle down. "I am, however, positive that isn't the reason you have barged into my hotel room. What is it, Pete? It can't possibly be the noise complaint? I did tell your mother I'm leaving."
Pete felt his face flushing. Damn his mother for dumping this in his lap. Only two people had the power to make his face flush, it seemed. Ae and Pete! Because both of them were too damn blunt! Did they not know the meaning of the word tact?
Pete sighed. Then sighed again. He played with the bottle, his finger nail scratching at the label. He didn't want to do this. Tin wondered why he was so nervous. He recognized all the signs. Shifty eyes, fidgeting... fuck it.
"Spit it out, Pete. I don't bite." Not anymore, I've learned to control it. Tin thought silently while he waited with no outward sign.
Finally, in one long breath, Pete rushed, "Ma is upset you are leaving. She thinks the complaint is chasing you from the hotel. I'm not being a good friend and I have to find out the real reason behind it all. Was it the call with Ae?"
Tin had to think things through. He almost, almost asked Pete to repeat what he said but then it sank in and he couldn't help it. His taught abdomen started to quiver. The shirt, still hanging open, flapped gently on either side of his firm pectoral muscles, bouncing with each building movement.
Finally, the belly laughter broke through. Pete was caught off guard at how handsome Tin really was! There was no filter, no mask, just a man wearing a simple white shirt, laughing. If he wasn't Ae's, he would be a puddle of drool. Now, he could truly understand Ae's jealousy when he told him how fucking hot he was in a suit.
Tin was hot. He was sexy. No, not sexy, he was sin on two feet. Pete gulped. He was stopping by the temple on the way home to say atonement.
Tin gasped, as his laughter subsided. "It's not your fault, or Ae's. The hotel has been home, but it's time for me to go home, or rather back to the mausoleum. I'm ready to take on the monster under my bed."
Pete stood abruptly. He needed to leave. He needed to find Ae. He needed a lot of things. "Thank you, Tin. I'll pass it on to Ma. And don't worry," As he waved his hands, "The maids will clean the room. It's what we pay them for."
Tin also stood. "I also want to apologize for the maid incident. I am deeply sorry for my meltdown and scaring that young girl. I was a jerk."
Pete nodded, not bothering to answer. He was all too aware of Tin's sexuality. Had it been too long since he had been laid? Walking to the door, he gave his good-byes and left.
Tin stared at the door and gave a smirk. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that Pete was aroused. Utter nonsense. Pure utter nonsense... still, he knew desire in one's eyes when they were aimed at him.
Pete had desire in his eyes. Pete had enough money. He had status. That left his body.
Tin took a sip of his juice and laughed in delight, raising it up in a toast. "Here's to you, Ae. Fuck the boy well!"
He put the juice down and moved to the bathroom, ignoring the mess in the room and stripped off his clothes. He was curious to see himself as Pete saw him now. He shrugged, to himself, he looked exactly the same as he did when he left Thailand years ago.
He looked at the mirror and sighed. "Little brother, I think we need to find a play partner. It's been too long since I've dipped my wick. You're lonely, right?" His hand reached down and grasped the limp flesh and squeezed.
He failed to get hard and sighing once again, let it go. It had been years and years since he met someone of either sex who interested him. Let's see, who had been his last partner? Oh right... There had been that young lady just after he arrived in England. She had a talented mouth but he never could fuck her.
She talked too much.
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A/N: There won't be much of Pete, or Ae from now on, but the hotel and Can yes! Excited? It's so cold here, I'm already having to put fires in the wood stove. I have been so distracted writing this I forgot to wash dishes. Me bad...
