The Storm Inside Me.

11. Sleepy ?

Porchay had his arms crossed, standing in front of Kim. The latter put on his helmet, he had come on a yellow motorbike.

"I don't want to come at your house, NOW, I said I could in a week or more..." the latter hissed bitterly.

But Kimhan simply threw a black helmet into his hands.

"You came with Macau, didn't you? Why won't you ride with me? You aren't afraid, right ?"

Kim grabbed Chay's waist and forced him to sit in front of him, balancing on the huge motorcycle.

"P'KIM!"

Kim ignored the young boy's howls of protest, he sped up. Porchay froze, he was terrified, he saw the cars passing by at fury speed, and the wind took his breath away. It was dangerous and completely unconscious. But the singer wanted to teach the young boy a lesson, make him never want to get on a motorcycle again.

" Next time... " yelled Kim with his angry daddy voice "..You will kindly wait for your fucking bro! "

Porchay was trembling so much that he couldn't let go of Kim's waist no matter who angry he was... He wanted to fight back, but his whole body was clutched to Kimhan. Fuck... He couldn't even blink without crying.

" Do you fucking realise with whom you were ? Macau is just a young teenager not mature enough to drive you around.... Are you listening to me ?! Answer! "

Kimhan kept barking like a mad dog, and Chay simply nodded. They went inside, Chay could barely walk on his two legs so Kim had to carry him.

" ... Are you ok ? "
"...y..ye..yeah.."

Kim saw how terrified was the young boy, so he started to be nicer. He sighed and went inside his kitchen, trying to search for something warm..

" P'Kim...?"
" Just wait a minute, Chay, I will make soon something warm, you are cold like a corpse..."

Porchay felt sick, he could not imagine eating right now, he wanted to vomit so bad.... Luckily, Kim wasn't stupid, he brought the boy a cup of tea.

" Drink it. "
" ...Thank you..for this and for not killing us."

Kimhan crossed his arms, he rolled his eyes, feeling insulted by the kid's words:

"Let me point out that I was driving before you could even walk."

"We're almost the same age, don't be funny." Porchay replied, glaring at Kim.

He drank some of his tea before sighing heavily, his face frozen from the wind. The young boy calmly stared at the singer before lowering his gaze, playing with his fingers nervously.

" What's the matter ?"

"P'Kim... what are we?"

Kimhan's face, which was relaxed at the moment, tensed again, he frowned, slightly annoyed.

"I don't know," he breathed calmly. "I don't know what I'm doing either, I just know that I'm ready to do anything to protect you... Your happiness matters more than anything. I don't know how to act anymore with you."

Porchay played with his spoon a bit before raising his chin, looking sad. "Like a precious treasure? A simple fascinating and precious object that must not be broken? Am I such a burden in your existence, P'Kim ? "

The younger Theerapanyakul placed his hand manicured with black polish on Chay's warm one before clearing his throat:

''I'm not a good person. I TRIED to make you understand. I wanted to GET AWAY from you.... I wanted to keep you away from this rotten world.... But it was already too late Chay, you were in danger and I couldn't stay calm... I am not capable of thinking, my body react by itself everytime you are mentioned, ask Tankhun."

Porchay tilted his head and he blinked several times, he didn't knew what Kimhan was talking about, he had never been...OH. That day at Yok's bar. When there had been corpses all over the ground....

"I should have known it was your doing... Damn you killed at least 10 men ! " Chay grumbled.

"I would do it again. I assure you. You can choose to be ignorant or by my side, but you can't refuse me."

Porchay finished his tea, burning his throat a little, he put the cup angrily on the wooden table, he hugged his knees against him and glared at Kim.
Kimhan pulled a cigarette out of his black leather jacket and raised an eyebrow.

"Tonight ...You can sleep in the guest room if you want."

" I prefer yes. " Porchay growled before getting up but the young boy stopped before turning around slowly, looking puzzled. "P'Kim...I have no clothes."

Kimhan looked at him like he was the dumbest man on earth.

"I had everything bought twice the first time you came here, you can help yourself as if you were at home. If you need anything, ask for it, I will buy anything needed."

" Thanks..."

As Chay left to take a shower, he returned to the living room with his hair still wet and found Kimhan playing guitar on his balcony. He looked up at the young boy and growled:

"You're going to get sick if you don't dry your hair."

"You are so infuriating! " Chay barked before slamming the glass door shut.

The young boy was tired, but too nervous to sleep so he wandered around the apartment, and on a desk he frowned as he grabbed a small black box. He noticed a strange thing... POLAROIDS! Oiiiii it was the ones that Porchay had left in his apartment, the day of the first date at the cinema, of course only as P/ Nong....
A slender black-nailed hand picked up one of the photos of Chay smiling at the camera and Kimhan's voice whispered softly in his ear:

"This one is my favorite, you look so stupid and inoncent..."

Porchay froze, nearly dropping the box but Kim caught it deftly before putting it down, resting his chin on Chay's shoulder.

"It's not right to spy into people's business."

"You told me to make myself at home." Porchay retaliated, wanting to hide his embarrassment.

Kim hugged Porchay and he inhaled his scent, the boy had washed himself with his soap and Chay smelled like him, it was addictive.
Porchay shivered, letting his body be cradled by his worst enemy... But it was stronger than him, his heart kept drumming dangerously in his chest. One minute before, he could kill Kimhan but the second after he wanted to devour his lips... It was so strange and violent. Porchay had never imagined feeling such passion for someone before.

"You should go to bed.." Kim whispered as he slowly pulled away from Chay's warm body.

The latter turned, still almost stuck against P'Kim. He opened his big doe eyes before tilting his head slightly, a provocative smile plastered to his lips.

"Where should I go?"

"In the bed you want..."

Chay slid his leg up Kim's crotch, still with his innocent angel expression. He slid his arms along Kim's neck and grabbed Kim's hair pulling him closer.

"Which bed, P'Kim?"