The Bad Son (Book 2)

Chapter 12

Tin could feel it. Parked beside the curb, waiting for Can to decide where to go, the sexual tension in the car was rising. He shifted, the tight jeans were becoming tight. It had been so long since his little brother had woken up, he forgot how uncomfortable it could be.

Can was oblivious to Tin's discomfort. He fidgeted all the time. His finger tapped his small mouth, sometimes gently tugging his full bottom lip. Tin was fascinated. He wondered if Can was aware that he was making such erotic gestures. 

By the time Can spoke, Tin had one thought. How would that bottom lip that he had persistently played with, taste. "Pardon?"

"Pay attention, Tin." Can said, impatiently. He was always impatient when it came to food. His stomach was serious business. "It's not like I can take you just anywhere. You've got a freaking rainbow splashed on your chest."

Can raised his hand and put it against his pectoral muscle and pressed. "What the fuck are you wearing, anyway?" Tin's heartrate sped up. It felt like he was being pressed with a red hot iron. 

Can trailed his hand down to the bare spot on his thigh. "Although the jeans look kinda cool." He lightly ran his fingertip across the hair dusting his thigh. "Do you like the breeze?"

"Fashion statement." Tin burst out, trying not to think about how close his fingers were to his crotch. Or how much he wanted Can to move them higher. Or how much he wanted to unbuckle his seat belt and kiss him. 

Can wondered why he was drawn to touching Tin. It felt nice. Warm. Like his voice, he gave Can an all over warmth. Suddenly, Can shivered, and withdrew. The sudden thought scared him. 

"Are you cold?" Tin asked, reaching towards, Can thought, him.

"No!" He blurted, loudly. "I'm not. So, Auntie's stall again?" It was overwhelming, the scent of his cologne. It was so light, yet it was messing with his senses. He wanted... why did he want to know what it tasted like?

Tin sighed, slid the car back into gear and smoothly pulled back out into traffic. He wondered what scared Can. He had already figured out that he got extremely loud when he was upset, nervous or scared. 

He didn't seem nervous or upset when he entered the car, so that left scared. Tin was quiet on the remain drive, so was Can. Can kept looking nervously at Tin. Was it normal to want to kiss another man? Hell, how would he know? He hadn't wanted to kiss anyone before, male or female!

His brain had over heated. His hand kept rubbing the seam of his jeans. Tin eyed it, while driving, but decided to ignore it. This was nothing, as far as disturbances went. Tul had done far, far worse things. Tin spotted a parking spot where he could see his baby from the stall.  Parking smoothly, he sat for a moment and waited for Can.

Can was lost in thought. He missed it when the sound of the engine was cut off. He missed it when Tin undid his seat belt. He didn't hear when Tin opened his door, got out and opened the passenger door. He did notice Tin's breath on his cheek. 

"Can, we're here." Tin's hand was out to help him exit the low car. Can's eyes swung up to meet Tin's. Tin was completely blocking everyone's view of him in the car. He had his body angled so no one could see in. Can reached up and placed his hand in Tin's. 

They both froze. It was as if electricity shot from one to the other. Tin cleared his throat. Can stared at his groin. Can dropped his eyes and color rushed up through his face. He knew, he had seen enough bulges in the showers to know. Guys, even himself, if he was honest, came off the field, that way.

It was his first time being the reason for one. It was his first time reacting to one. 

"You can't hide, Can." Softly, gently. Tin, with one swift tug, removed him from the safety of the car. It was just like popping the cork from a bottle of champagne. 

That made him mad. "I'm not trying to." He said loudly. "I don't understand."

"You think I do?" Tin shot him a look. "Go with it. It's what I'm doing." He didn't let go of Can's hand. His thumb rubbed gently across the soft spot of his palm. Tin looked over the food stall. It was busier than it was the last time. 

Can sighed. "No tables. Wait here. How about we get take out and eat in the park? Then we can talk. I think I need to talk. I need to do something."

Tin nodded. Can doing something was better than Can doing nothing. 

Auntie came with Can, with the food. She smiled when Tin gave her his small bow. "Stop that young man. It's 15,000 bhat." Tin once again gave her too much. This time, she tried to give back the change. She wasn't a bad person, or greedy. He waved her off. 

"I enjoyed the food. Thanks, Auntie." He turned and walked to the car. Can was drooling but Tin gave him a look. His mother had that look too. Can sighed, disappointed. He had a hard time around pork skewers. They were his downfall. 

Tin stopped at a 711 first. Can moaned. "The food..."

"Will be fine, Can. I'll only be a few minutes." He was. He picked up a box of wet wipes, hand sanitizer, beer and a blanket. Now, he was ready for the impromptu picnic. He returned to the car to find Can outside, with the take out box of pork skewers, almost devoured, face full of grease. 

He laughed helplessly. He reached into the bag and pulled out the wet wipes. He took the box of skewers from Can. "Those are mine. And you need to use these before you get back into the car." Can looked at the disappearing food in disappointment but carefully cleaned his greasy hands and face. 

There was more food, he reminded himself. He then looked up and saw Tin watching him, over the roof of the car. He flushed. He knew that look. That was the way he looked at food. But why did that look make his tummy feel all fluttery inside?

Why did it make his cock twitch and start to harden?

Why did he blush when they touched?

"Get in the car, Can." There was no harshness to his words, only determination. Tin's gaze was quite gentle.

Can opened the passenger door and slid in. He refused to look at him. He couldn't. He didn't know what to do yet. Or what was going on. 

Tin once again, reached over him and grabbed the seatbelt. "Safety first." He clicked it into place and Can was frozen. He was breathing hard, overwhelmed by the cologne. He had fought his own desire for the first time. He wanted... to kiss him. Can wanted to kiss Tin!

Still too close for Can's liking, Tin didn't like how rapidly he was breathing. His chest was heaving as if he was running. "Can? Are you okay? Can?" Tin put his hand on his chest and his heart was racing. Trying to remember his first aide courses, he reached for his wrist. 

"Fuck you, Tin Medthanan!" Can suddenly said, his eyes wide. "Why did you come into my life and screw everything up?" His lips suddenly landed on Tin's.

It happened so fast, just like everything with Can, that Tin was caught completely off guard. Did Can just try to kiss him? The faint wetness on his lips suggested more of a peck. "Oh Can, I have wanted to kiss you for days..."

Tin slid his hand behind Can's head, cradled it gently and finally tasted that bottom lip. His lips roamed across it, while his tongue traced the seam. He sucked, and nibbled. 

Can moaned. Is this why people kissed? Fuck it! Who cared if they were in the parking lot at 711! He opened his mouth and the Medthanan heir taught Can to kiss.