The Storm Inside Me.

31. Lost in your eyes

Despite his nice boy appearance, Porchay was still a man with needs. His body ignited when he felt Kimhan's tongue sink into his mouth.
Kimhan was totally dominating him, he was standing, leaning towards Chay who was sinking deeper and deeper into the red sofa, and the temperature rose for Chay who felt his cheeks become hotter.

As Kim's hands gently framed the young boy's face, preventing him from running away, Porchay's sought out the singer's slender waist.

<< Knock-Knock >>

Someone knocked on the door and Kim froze, Porchay groaned in frustration and he glared at the door. The damned secretary came in, Kimhan allowed her, and Porchay debated who he should glare at: Kim or this woman.

"What's up, Khun Wadee?" Kimhan asked politely, offering her a weary smile, he had just entered his Wik mode.

"Oh Khun Wik I wanted to know if you nee..." She looked at Porchay, grimaced slightly and exclaimed in a false voice: "Nong Porchay, hello, I didn't see you."

Chay's jaw nearly touched the ground in outrage. He got up from his chair and came to back his senses, he couldn't loose to this annoying woman. "Hello, P'Wadee...I guess you're older than me."

The secretary stiffened, she hid her discomfort with her smile and she looked back at Wik, but the latter kept watching the young boy with the big eyes. Mischievously, Porchay positioned himself almost in front of Kim, preventing the secretary from watching him: "We don't need anything, thank you, leave us."

Before she left disappointed, Kim reminded her in a less warm voice than before: "Khun Wadee, please call my friend Khun Porchay. He is the owner of this place from now on and therefore deserves respect. "

"Of course, sure !" The woman joined her hands respectfully, even though deep down she wanted to throw Porchay out the window. "I will leave you, Khun Wik, Khun Porchay, please call me if needed..."

Porchay hissed when she closed the door, he was annoyed. Kim who was behind him, let his head fall gently on Chay's shoulder, his soft hair brushing Porchay's right cheek.

"You can fire her if you want, or I can ask her to quit..."

"P'Kim, you're too harsh,c'mon..."

Porchay pretended to frown and argue with Kimhan, but he intended to keep this woman at his feet. He had every intention of avenging himself a little, especially since she was openly flirting with Kimhan in front of him.

"Don't be jealous then.."

"I'm NOT jealous." replied Porchay immediately with acidity.

He turned around and glared at Kim, pushing him slightly.

"We're not a couple, I don't have to feel jealousy."

Kimhan raised his arms, his face mocking. He nodded slowly then before pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket:

"Well I guess I don't need to throw that number away then.."

Porchay tilted his head, he bit his cheek violently. His hand shaking, he grabbed the piece of paper, tore it up and threw it to the ground before roaring, "Good luck reading the numbers now!...fucking fuck...Damn it. Screw you. I'm leaving, I never want to see you again, goodbye, P'Kim!" "

Kimhan burst into a soft laugh, he held Porchay by the waist and he kissed his cheek, before starting to kiss him all over under the growls of anger of the young boy.
Discreetly Kimhan put his foot on the torn paper, he didn't want Porchay to discover that it was a simple paper with absolutely nothing written on it... But his heart was satisfied since Chay was really jealous.
Wanting to free himself, Porchay's hand scratched Kim's eyes and the latter stepped back, surprised. He hadn't done it on purpose and was shocked.

"Oh sorry, P'Kim! Are you okay? I'm sorry!!" The concern in Chay's eyes made Kim smile stupidly.

It was a tiny scratch and he wasn't even bleeding that much, but Porchay felt like he'd murdered Kimhan. He nearly cried, and didn't dare touch Kim anymore.

"I'm sorry," Chay repeated again, actively looking for a cold drink in a small fridge at the back of the room.

He placed the cold bottle under Kim's eye, seeing the little red spot on Kim's perfect face.

"It's nothing." Kimhan asserted, he grabbed Porchay's shaking hand. "Don't make that face, you're breaking my heart..."

Chay rolled his eyes, trying to get back into his bratty self. He grabbed his bag, took a step back and shrugged, "Alright, I have to go home, I have homework due tomorrow."

Kim pouted, he ran a hand through his hair and got up to join Porchay.
In the car, Kimhan invited Porchay to come into his appartement.

"I can't even if I wanted too, I have to keep Aurora tonight...P'Kinn called me while almost crying this morning, I think he's struggling with the concept of letting their daughter share their nights."

Chay chuckled a little, he still remembered Kinn's pleading tone. It was comical that such a tall, strong and muscular man was enslaved by a biting baby.

"She bites my brother every time he tries to touch Porsche." confessed Kim, who was focused on the road.

"She bites everyone," Chay corrected, "but that's normal, she has a toothache, she'll get over it...I hope, otherwise , Venice will learn to use a weapon before she even walks. I believe so."

Kim smiled, he exchanged a look with Chay before nodding, "Yeah, that pretty sound like a thing Vegas would teach him..."

" Yeah... But P'Pete would be furious."

They laughed again, the atmosphere in the car was soft and warm, it was rare that these two did not argue.

'You could come ...'' whispered Porchay, suddenly turning his head away towards the passing landscape.

Kimhan stiffened a little, they had just arrived in front of the house.
He sighed, he didn't like children. Kimhan could manipulate and predict the actions of adults, but children remained a mystery to him, and he hated that.

"Chay...I...Very well."

Porchay immediately felt better, he jumped up from his seat and waited for Kim to come out. Then he grabbed his hand for the second time, intertwined their fingers together and finally walked towards the house.

"Mom! Aurora! Your favorite uncle is here!"

The little girl immediately held out her arms to Chay, she was lying in her crib, Namphueng was painting next to her.

"Say hello to Uncle Kim..."

Aurora stared at Kimhan, it almost looked like she was wondering what taste this man might have.

"She's drooling,'' said Kim with a disgust expression, "Porchay if she bites me.."

"No no no don't worry,'' laughed Chay as he straightened the little one. "Well, well, little terror, you've managed to terrify the mafia family of this whole country! "

Kimhan frowned, he felt offended: "I'm not afraid of her.."

Instantly Porchay gave him a mischievous look, he almost threw the little one in his arms with an air of defiance.

"Alright then, take care of her while I do my homework. Good luck P'Kim!"

"Chay no!"

Porchay scurried upstairs, bursting into laughter and Kim slowly lowered his gaze to the drooling monster.

'' Fuck.."