The Bad Son (Book 2)

Chapter 22

Can stared at the cottage as Tin led the way through the overgrown path to the neat manicured lawns. His eyes got wider as his pants shifted, stretching tightly over his butt, as he fished out a key, unlocking the door. 

"Come in, Can." Tin threw the key on a counter, shrugged out of the tight fitting leather jacket and sighed. Walking over to the refrigerator, he pulled out two bottles of water and tossed one to Can, who caught it by reflex. 

He could not take his eyes off Tin's adam's apple as he drank. Can gulped. When did someone drinking water become addictive? Can reached down and shifted his jeans. He THOUGHT he was being discreet. He SHOULD have known better.

Tin put the water bottle down on the counter and walked towards Can. "We don't have much time today. We have to talk." He pressed a kiss on his forehead, grabbed his hand and lead him to a low settee in the next room.

Can felt so embarrassed. Why was he the only one affected? It wasn't fair! Then, he noticed how Tin sat down, legs spread wide, the same way he was. Oh... maybe it wasn't just his problem.

"What about?" He said, feeling slightly better, determined not to make it easy on him. 

"An article that made it on a social news site about me, but had you in the attached photo. Damage control." Tin rubbed his temples. "I have a plan but..."

"But it involves me?" Can completed.

"Yes. I'm not happy with it. The lawyers are but I'm not. The issue at hand is that it's a smear campaign in social media. I have to fight with social media. I'm not a nice man, Can." He reached for his hand and held it tightly. "Normally, I wouldn't think twice about this but for some reason, I can't do this without you."

Can's heart twisted. He had a bad feeling. "Do what?"

"Tell the world that you're mine."

"What?"

"Tell the world that we are dating."

"Fuck, I got that." Can jumped up and looked at Tin. "Did you think wording it different, I wouldn't know what it meant? I don't know if I want my parents to know! And what about Ley?"

"I did say I wasn't a nice guy." Tin shrugged. "I can't think of anything else. According to the lawyers, it's no sin to be gay. We'll only be a 7 day wonder and fade into history. No one will pay us any mind after that."

"Of course it's no sin to be gay!" Can shouted back. "It's a private thing! Our thing! Can't we get used to it before announcing it to all of the fucking world? We haven't even fucked each other yet!"

"Oh. Is that the problem?" Tin stood up and started to undo the buttons on his white shirt. "We can fix that." 

Can's mouth dropped. "Are you an idiot? I mean, really? That isn't what I meant!" It was, but it wasn't. His heartbeat was speeding up again and he backed up, only to feel his knees hit something and he fell, landing on his backside. "Owe! What a stupid place for a table!"

Tin laughed. He pulled the shirt free, letting it hang. His hands went to his belt. "Tell me to stop, Can, I dare you." The belt was pulled free of the loops. The button was undone. 

Can's mouth was dry, as was his lips. His tongue flicked out to wet them. Tin winked. He hooked his fingers in the band of his pants and pushed them off. Can crushed his legs together in a desperate attempt to hide his arousal. What a wasted effort.

It showed in the flush on his cheeks, in how fast he breathed. How tightly his hands clenched the table's edge. In a low, deep voice, Tin asked, "Can, take off your shirt. Please, for me?"

Why did he feel shy now? Can hesitated... Then Tin made his decision for him. He slid the shirt off his shoulders so that he stood there only in his silk boxers, his arousal clear to see. He swallowed hard. He stood up, mere inches from Tin and slipped off his t-shirt. 

"Your jeans too, Can. Take them off." That low husky voice was turning his legs to jelly, sending waves of electricity up and down his body. Can unsnapped the button and slid the zipper down. He was hypnotized by Tin's breathing. In. Out. Chest up... Chest down... 

He forgot what he was doing and touched his chest. Tin sucked in a deep breath. "I'm taking off your jeans, my little monkey."

Can's fingers rubbed a erect nipple. He tugged. He rolled it. Tin cursed. "Fuck, Can, stop it. I'm close to loosing it."

"Who says you always have to be in control, Tin? Aren't we both here, right now?" It was the innocence in Can's voice that did it. Tin hooked his fingers in the loose  jeans and yanked. He didn't realize he had grabbed both the jeans and underwear until the hard cock sprang free. 

Groaning, Tin picked up Can and walked down a short hallway. Using his foot, he nudged open a door. Placing Can on the bed, he stripped of his briefs and crawled in beside him. "No regrets, Can, no regrets." He kissed him. 

What fucking regrets? He had begged Tin for this twice already! Both times, it wasn't Can who pulled back! He grunted into the kiss as Tin dominated his mouth, sweeping his tongue inside the minute it opened.

Allowing his hands to roam, Can settled on his lower back and buttocks. The feel of the solid muscle bunching beneath his hands made parts of his body ache. Why was he so restless? Breaking the kiss, Tin rested his forehead on Can's chest, breathing heavily. "Fuck, Can, are you determined to drive me crazy today?"

"I don't know what I'm doing." 

Tin knew it was true. The innocence in his hip thrusts, rubbing himself against his already aching cock, that was not calculated. It was Can being Can. He took one of Can's hands and placed it around his cock. "This. You did this." He grabbed Can's engorged member and stroked once, stopping and holding firmly. "We did this."

Can groaned and thrust into Tin's hand. Fuck! Why did this have to be so fucking amazing every time they were together? If they had sex, would it disappear? "If... if you fuck me, will it stop?" Can slid his hand up, stopping at the top of the cock, feeling the wetness at the tip. 

Tin groaned and squeezed Can. "How the fuck do I know? I've never felt this way before."

"Oh." Can thought for a moment. Then, "OH!" 

"Yes, Monkey, Oh!" Tin caught his lips again, and as he worked the hard member, he kissed him until his lips were just as swollen. Can soon forgot about Tin, lost in a bevy of sensations. There was one thought, however, he couldn't stop thinking.

"Tin! Tin! Tin!" He panted! 

"MMM?" Tin lifted his lips from his delicious tummy, on his way to tasting the tempting lolly. "What, Can?"

"If you fucking leave me hanging again, I will kill you." He gasped. Then, surprising Tin, he grasped both sides of his head and pushed his mouth on his leaking, dripping cock and sighed. "Don't spend too much time there, Tin!" He yelled. "I'm NOT going home a fucking virgin!"

There was a hitch in Tin Medthanan's heart, hearing Can Kirakorn screaming at him. He pulled free of his cock and stared at the little monkey. He knew then, no more running from it, he loved Can. Completely. Utterly. He was fucked. 

He pressed a small kiss on the inside of his thigh. "Whatever you want, my little monkey. I will please you well, love." 

"Tin? What did you say?" Can's head was rolling from side to side, Tin's fingers had been busy. 

"Nothing. Just enjoy." Tin sighed and prayed, let this be easy for you, little monkey.