The Bad Son (Book 2)

Chapter 6

Can watched the Medthanan heir walk into the lounge as if he owned it. He slid on to the tall chair and nodded politely at him. Can narrowed his eyes, held in his sigh and set down the measure. Walking with what dignity he could muster, but not able to hide the natural bounce in his step, "Yes, Mr. Medthanan, what can I get you today?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Tin's sharp eyes noticed that the young man wasn't wearing any tie tonight, not even a Windsor knot, the easiest to tie. "Where's your bowtie?"

Can sighed. He knew, just knew, Tin would bring up that miserable scrap of fabric. Unable to stop the ever present whine in his voice, "Don't even mention that to me! I am never wearing a tie again. What do you want to drink?"

Again! The man did it again! Tin's laughter came straight from deep within his belly.  Can's eyes widened at the change in his face at the real laughter. His eyes twinkled, his smile brightened his face. Fuck, thought Can, he's beautiful. Dangerous, too... as those damn butterflies once again started flying through his midsection. 

"A whiskey, neat, and your name." Can nodded and moved away, reluctant to give him his name. He knew the full story, but his mind was having difficulty. Could this man really be the same man who paid someone to hit Pete with a car? Can poured the shot and slid it in front of Tin. 

Tin sighed. For some reason, this man just did not like him. He gave a slight shrug. Not his problem. He swiveled in his chair and surveyed the lounge. Not much going on here. Was it time to explore Bangkok's night scene?

He tapped his fingers lightly on the counter and Can closed his eyes. Tin's aftershave was slightly spicy. He couldn't stop smelling the scent since he sat down. Slowly, he walked back to Tin. "Yes, sir?"

Tin couldn't help but notice the reluctance. It was fun, irritating the man. Every emotion showed on his face. "What time do you get off work?"

"What the f...?" Can caught himself before he finished, remembering that the job was important. It wasn't the first time someone hit on him, not even the first time someone from the same sex. It was the first time someone he KNEW was doing it. "Why?"

"I need someone to show me around Bangkok again." Tin said, watching his expressive face. Can's face screwed up, considering if he could be around him. The emotions chasing around his face didn't show disgust, so that wasn't the problem. What was? Hmmm, time to sweeten things. "I will pay you 50,000 bhat for each hour."

Can's jaw dropped. His eyes popped. "I'm not a paid escort. I won't suck your fucking dick." 

It happened again. The laughter. It was even louder than before but this time, Tin had tears at the corners of his eyes. "Oh, god, no! I'm not looking for sex! Just take me to a good restaurant, we'll have conversation and your name."

It was the mention of food. Can's eyes lit up. "Any restaurant I want?" Tin nodded. "And you will pay for dinner plus pay me the 50,000 bhat?"

Tin nodded again. He was confused. He wasn't sure why the man changed his mind, but he was positive it had little to do with the money. And he still didn't know the man's name. How could he have him investigated without it?

Can stuck his hand out. "Hi, my name is Can Kirakorn. Nice to meet you, Medthanan heir. Pick me up at midnight."

Tin smiled slowly. He shook his hand. "Tin Medthanan. Call me Tin. I'll be here." He slid off the chair and strode briskly out of the bar, ignoring the admiring stares of the women. He didn't see them as people, only liabilities out grab his money. 

Can shook his head slowly. Did he just get into bed with the devil for dinner? Well, who cares? A free meal and he didn't have to work for a whole 8 hours for a full day's wages. In his book, that was a win.

Tin walked back to his BMW X, a sports car he rarely drove, slid behind the wheel and shifted into drive. Then put it back into park. Where the hell am I going to go for three hours? He thought to himself. Sighing, he dug out his cellphone and dialed the one person who may have an idea. 

"Tapi?" 

"Yes, Young Master?" The butler replied smoothly, despite being yelled at for a solid half hour by Master Tul. He took a deep breath and held it. 

"What do the people around my age do in Bangkok now?"

Tapi almost sighed in relief. It seemed like Tin was just like any other young man, out for a good time. This question, he could answer. "Go to a dance bar, the night market..."

Tin stopped him at night market. He had heard of that before but was never curious about it. He had time to kill. "What is the night market?"

Surprised, no, shocked, the butler responded, "Go see. It's the best explanation." He gave instructions on how to find the market and hung up. He began to whistle as he resumed cleaning the young master's collection of suits. 

Tul stared in shock at the night market. Perhaps the closest thing he had ever seen, and that would be the amount of people in one place, would be SoHo, or Trafalgar Square. It had nothing to do with the vendors, or the smells that permeated the market. 

Tourists and locals mingled freely. Tin had parked his car several blocks away and walked in, needing to know his car was safe. He was glad he did. He was overdressed for the market but then, he went further in and understood why Tapi told him to see for himself. 

He wandered the market, marveling at the sights. He bought himself a t-shirt, and running shoes, not knowing if he would ever wear them. They were so different than his suits or designer clothes... 

Then he saw the jeans. There was a young man, he was taking new jeans and ripping them. Then he was writing words on them. Each pair had a theme. Tin was intrigued. He walked over and watched the man work. Finally, the man noticed him. They spoke and Tin left with a pair of the jeans. 

As he stowed his impulse purchases in the boot of the BMW X, Tin realized, all together, they cost less than filling the tank of his car. What did that matter? He had the outfit he was going to wear for his first time in a Bangkok Dance Bar. That young artist was very helpful. He had even told him which bars were 'tight'.

He drove back to the hotel and arrived 5 minutes before midnight. He wondered where Can was going to take him for dinner. All that walking had given him an appetite. 

Can was excited. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Tin smiled. What was it about this man that made him smile? He refused to examine it, or his feelings, deeply. It was dinner. Companionship, that was all. "Ready?"

Can nodded. He reached for Tin's hand and pulled. "Let's go." Tin, surprised, followed him, letting Can hold his hand. He felt it, this time. A stirring in his nether region that had laid dormant for so long. 

In shock, he pulled his hand free and stopped. Can turned and looked at him. "Is there something wrong?"

Silently, Tin shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Continue. I'll follow."