The Bad Son (Book 2)

Chapter 19

Tin wiped his mouth and lay down next to the panting, chest heaving man. The corner of the pillow was wet from Can's mouth, now lay forgotten. Gently, Tin gathered him up in his arms and cuddled the naked man, offering him after care. 

Can turned, hiding his face in Tin's bare chest. "What was that? It was different..."

"Mmm, did you like it?" Tin stroked his shaggy hair and lean, muscular back. He choked back his laughter as Can nodded against his chest, hair tickling his sensitive nipples. "I would love for it to be my cock, next time."

Can lifted startled eyes up. "You were... in my ass?"

Laughing, Tin nodded. His hand crept down and caressed the smooth globe of his buttock. "Did you like it?"

"It didn't hurt. You were NOT in there." Can kept his gaze firmly locked with Tin's.

Tin's lips twisted. "Doubting monkey." He gave a light pat, and swiftly thrust his thumb inside. Can's eyes widened. 

"Fuck!"

"God, I want too." Tin groaned and he ground his erection hard against the smaller man. 

Can closed his eyes, then opened them. He sat up and reached for Tin's pants. Tin reached out and stopped him. "Can, I am not taking your virginity while your mother is home. "

"But..."

"No buts..." Tin groaned as Can managed to snake his hand into his pants. He was about to loose his mind. The little monkey was quick, it felt like he had 10 hands. Tin couldn't stop him when he was determined. 

Can had a goal. Can had a one track mind when it came to goals. Right now, his goal was Tin's cock. Why, he didn't know, but he had to taste it, maybe fuck it... first, it had to be free. Freeing it seemed very important right now.

Ah... The sigh was loud. There it was. Can didn't have words like Tin. It was big. It was hard. It had a large, mushroom shaped head atop a long, thick veined rod, laying against a nest of black curls. His balls were so tight they no long drooped, but snuggled tight to the base of his cock. 

Can sighed again. He bent his head and for the second time in his life, put his tongue to another man's cock. No, not another man's, TIN's cock. He ran his tongue from the base to the head, following the veins. It twitched, rising and falling from the nest of curls. Did his do that too? He stopped thinking as his mouth closed around the tip and he swirled his tongue.

He tasted. Not bad, he tasted not bad. Can flicked his tongue like he did with large lollipops.  He put both his hands on the inside of Tin's thighs and squatted between his legs. Now, to do what Tin did. He tried to take him deep and felt his lips stretch. He felt his cock hit the back of his throat. 

Tin groaned... it was better than his imagination. Gently, he held Can's head with his hands and pulled him almost up and then pushed down. Who knew he was into pain? The feel of Can's teeth scraping his cock was exquisite torture. 

Can didn't know what Tin was doing, just knew that he must want it. He held his mouth open and let Tin face fuck him. Swiftly, Tin increased the pace, stopping and withdrawing when he hit the back of his throat. Not deep enough. Not nearly deep enough. He wanted more of Can's warm mouth. 

Then, Can did something surprising. He stuck his finger up Tin's butt and wiggled. Tin lost it. He thrust as deep as he could into Can's mouth, grinding. Can could smell the sweat from his groin. It wasn't unpleasant, just a musky, male scent. Tin thrust again and Can coughed and gagged. 

Tin pulled out. "I'm sorry, Can!" He pulled back, body shaking from restraint. 

Can looked at him, weirdly. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"I hurt you." Tin couldn't look at him. 

"But the girls in porn always do that. Why should it be different with me?" Can was calm and logical. He had nothing else to base it on except the few clips of porn he had seen. So far a blow job was a blow job, regardless of the sex of the people.

Tin started to laugh helplessly. "Can, I think I'm falling in love." He bent forward and kissed him. 

Can stared at him wordlessly. Did the Medthanan heir just say he was falling in love with him?

Life was smoother after that. Tin stayed for dinner at the Kirakorn home. It was a lively affair. He finally had a chance to meet Can's elusive workaholic father. Mr. Kirakorn knew who the Medthanan heir was, since his company worked for Medthanan Industries. 

Actually, his company had recently been taken over by Medthanan Industries in a hostile takeover by Tul Medthanan. Over half of their employees had been let go, and they were now working on a skeleton crew. Mr. Kirakorn was not feeling to gracious having to play host to a member of the Medthanan family. 

Once Dad and Tin started discussing business and the economic climate of Thailand, GDP, etc, Can bowed out and went to play with Gucci in the yard. He stared in shock at the condition of the yard. It looked completely different. His favorite swing had been moved, the yard had been tidied and all of Gucci's mess's picked up.

That was his daily chore! There was no way Lemon would voluntarily pick up dog poop! Can fished out his phone and sent Ley a text. Thanks for the poop pick up

Ley who was finally, after dinner, doing her homework and exhausted, sent back, don't thank me, I did it under Ma's orders. I still don't know why

Can crawled into the swing, Gucci at his feet. He scrolled through his social media. There was nothing interesting. He went on to his favorite gossip magazines. He had a few stars he liked to follow, not just sports stars. 

There, on the entertainment page, was a picture of Tin, and he could tell it was take in the hotel bar. The headline read: Medthanan Heir Playing Field? 

Can closed his fist and punched the swing. His face could be clearly seen, annoyed with Tin. It was from the first night, when he was asking and asking for his name. What the fuck was going on? Wasn't it illegal to publish pictures without consent? He didn't ask for this shit!

Can didn't bother to read the article. He knew he would just get pissed off even more. He was more upset for Tin. How did he handle shit like this? How could he help him?

Tin was just finishing explaining to Dad about purchasing his own company because he didn't approve of Tul's management style, Can came bursting back in. "Oh, you're still talking. Don't mind me. I think I'm going to go to bed now."

He sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. "I think I am still a bit hungover from last night. Good night all." Can bolted from the room. He couldn't face Tin until he figured out how he felt about being in the gossip column with him.

Was he embarrassed? Was he shy? Was this called being outed? Did he love him? Can didn't know... but until he did, it wasn't fair to Tin.