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 sighed. He wondered how to handle the article alluding to his bar hopping and predatory nature on male bartenders. It was slander of the worst kind. The problem was, he didn't know by whom. It lacked Tul's finesse.
Cursing slightly, he called the company's two lawyers and pulled up the article. The one lawyer nodded. "I've already read it, sir. I'm just not entirely sure exactly what our best option is to handle it."
"Me either." Tin replied, a bit frustrated. He was prepared for Tul's nastiness, not for this type of sneak attack.
The other lawyer, a fresh graduate, tapped her long nails on the board room table. With a sly look on her face, "Sir, may I be so bold?"
"What, Mint? Just say it." Tin snapped. "If I'm working with you, bluntness goes much farther than beating a dead bush with a stick."
"Very well, sir. It would actually be great if YOU were dating that bartender." It came out fast. "I mean, think about it." She was speaking very fast, the look on Tin's face was daunting. "In this day and age, who the hell cares if you are straight or gay, or even if you wear women's undergarments? It's a 5 day wonder and then fades to black."
"Face it head on. The issue isn't your sexuality, it's the predatory nature part. They are making you out to be a creep. Anyone who's met you, they know you're not." She sucked in oxygen and kept talking. "That's the real problem. Real people, ordinary people of your company don't know who you are. They don't care about your sexuality, they just want a nice boss."
Tin leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "But I'm not a nice person. Ask around. I have nicknames like the "Prince of Ice". How do you expect to change that?"
Mint snorted. "You don't remember me, do you?"
Tin raised an eyebrow. "Have we met before?"
"You're an ass, Tin, but not necessarily predatory. We went on one date when I was in my senior year of high school. It was everything an 17 year old girl with stars in her eyes could hope for." Mint smiled, a reminiscent twist of the lips. "You were so gentle, kind and swept me off my feet, right down to the kiss on my forehead at the end of the night."
"Ahh, I see. I went on lots of those types of dates back then. My father used me to sooth his business partners."
"But I didn't know that. What made you an ass, was you didn't call me or return any of my calls. It broke my young heart." Mint shoved her chair back and stood up. "You being gay, would make all the other young girls that were in the same situation, feel good. You treated us like diamonds. Social media would explode in your favor."
She left the conference room and Tin and the older, more experienced lawyer exchanged looks. "Mint has a point. This battle is being fought online. That's where you need to fight back. It's not my area of expertise."
He also stood up. "Mr. Medthanan, is coming out of the proverbial closet so bad?"
Tin looked up at him and blushed. "I, umm, it's not that."
"Look, sir, I don't care if you are or not. You pay my salary and that feeds my family. That's all the employees of the company will care about as well. You may get the odd one who will be upset, but we will deal with those when they surface."
"Think hard about what you want to do, but the sooner we get something out, the better it is for you."
Tin drummed his fingers on the board room table after the lawyer left. Then, he fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed Can. He couldn't make any decision like this on his own.
"Can? When are you free? I have something serious we need to talk about."
Can knew, when he answered the phone, it was about the article he saw last night. He felt his heart speeding. "Free now. Have two hours until my next class. Why?"
"Meet me at the University gates in 15 minutes. I'll explain then." Tin disconnected, pulled off his suit jacket and pulled on a soft, leather jacket. He now knew why he felt like riding his motorcycle today. He felt free zipping in and out of traffic. It blew the cobwebs from his brain.
The older imported 1962 Harley-Davidson Sportster XLCH rumbled to life as he kickstarted it. He felt the power between his thighs as he swung the helmet off the handlebars and snapped it under his chin. In the leather saddlebags, he had a small, half helmet. It had never been used.
No one, absolutely no one had ever been a passenger on the Sportster. Tin had a problem sharing his favorite possessions. He was finding that he was beginning to have the same feelings for Can. He, also, was beginning to feel quite possessive about him.
Should he be scared that he was going to allow Can on the Sportster?
Can stared as the black bike roared up to the gate. His heart pounded. How in the fuck could that man get any sexier? Put him in black suit pants with a tight leather jacket on a god damn fucking motorcycle! That's how!
He took two steps back as the bike stopped. "Get on, Can." Tin said, handing him the too small helmet he had just fished out of the saddlebags. Can couldn't move. Tin shook the helmet again. "Can, take the helmet, and get on."
Hands trembling, Can reached forward and took the bowl like thing and stared at it. "This isn't a fucking helmet."
Sighing, Tin flicked down the stand and turned the bike off. He swung his impossibly long leg over and in one stride was beside Can. Swiping the bowl helmet from his hapless hands, he deftly hooked the strap. He took his hand and led him to the bike.
He got back on, kicked the bike to life and sighed at the sound. He loved the roar the engine made. Yelling, "Can, get the fuck on. Now."
Can was no stranger to riding on motorcycles. If you lived in Bangkok, or anywhere in Thailand actually, it was the most common and useful transportation. But how often did you sit behind the guy who's cock you wanted to play with? Or ass you wanted to see?
Sighing, Can swung his leg over and gingerly held on to Tin's waist, trying to put as much room between them. The seat was small. He felt like he was going to slide off. Suddenly, Tin shot forward. Can gasped. He slid close to Tin and held on tight.
Fuck it. Tin could damn well know that he found him sexy as sin dressed like that! Safety first!
Tin laughed! The motorcycle was freedom! It took a while before anything other than the feel of the rumble of the engine began to penetrate his senses. Then, he felt the warmth of Can's thighs pressed tight to the back of his legs.
His front pressed tight to his back, his arms in a death grip around his waist and the strong poke just below his waistband. His eyes darkened and his hands gripped the handles of the bike even tighter.
It was fine. They were okay. They were almost there... Tin could see the destination ahead. Praying to every deity he could think of, Tin turned up the overgrown driveway of a small cottage.
To Can, it was a mansion. To Tin, it was his deceased grandmother's home that she left him.
He parked and kicked the stand down, steadying the bike. In the sudden silence, Tin's voice seemed loud. "Get off, Can, we're here."
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A/N: Sorry folks, I think my publishing schedule will be a bit screwy. I am a bit sorer after my surgery than I thought and I have another one scheduled in less than a week. I will do my best to at least keep one chapter a day up. Fingers x'd!
