A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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"This way, you tease." Earth's hand gripped Mix's petit waist and pulled him in a different direction than the one they came from when they have entered the building.
Mix turned his head towards the reception where Ms Chasai was drinking tea and making sure that everyone in the lobby behaves accordingly. He pointed his finger at the reception, while Earth was dragging him away, "but, but...we...isn't it that way?"
"You had to sign the visitor log. That's why we went from the front. Now we can go from the back." Earth explained and pulled Mix even closer to himself.
They came to what looked like a huge titan door, Earth put in some password, and they were free to walk out of the building and straight to the garage.
"Can you wait for me in the car, baby? I have to ask for the tires. It won't take long, ten minutes, maybe." Earth said as they were approaching their car.
"Um, sure," Mix nodded.
"Be right back," Earth kissed Mix's forehead and jogged off.
Mix sat in the car, leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. It was nice to meet Earth's friends and colleagues. It made Mix calmer, knowing that after what happened with Earth's best friend, he has other close friends that can take good care of him.
The flashbacks of what had happened at the stairs a few minutes ago entered his mind. His breathing got faster and his heart was fluttering. The way Earth so easily pinned him to the wall, the way his toned hands were rubbing Mix's hips, making him all hot and sensitive. Mix might have only ever tasted Earth's lips on his, but he is sure that no one ever can kiss him better than Earth does. Earth makes him want to wish that they could kiss forever. Just two of them, their lips connected in an all-consuming kiss and their bodies pressed against each other, never wanting to let go.
"Ugh," Mix ruffled his hair, "I'm going nuts."
From afar Mix saw two men in mechanic overalls pushing a cart with tires towards his car. "That must be the tires. But where's Earth?" Mix mumbled for himself and got out of the car. "Gentlemen," Mix said.
"Good afternoon, you are mister Sahaphap?" One of the men asked, stopping the cart next to the car.
"That would be me," Mix smiled, "and these would be for Earth's car, right?" Mix, pointed at the tires.
"Yes, mister Pirapat told us to give them to you."
Mix nodded, "sure, you can put them in the trunk."
The men put the tires in the trunk and turned back towards Mix, "that is everything. We hope the tires will be alright."
"I'm sure they will. Thank you." Mix said and waved his hand for goodbye.
