Beneath The Surface (Barcode Tinnasit x Jeff Satur Boy's Love)

The Beginning of The End 🔞

Barcode

At 18 years old, Barcode had ventured far beyond his hometown in Bangkok, Thailand. From South Korea to the Philippines, Barcode knew he had traveled more than any of his fellow classmates.

In many ways, Barcode was in awe of his own growth and development. Compared to the meek and anxious high school student he started his acting journey as, he now felt more confident than ever.

While his fellow cast members all played a role in his development as a performer, Barcode knew in his heart that Jeff made the most profound impact on his career.

Upon first joining BOC, he often found himself intimidated by Jeff. Granted, how could a high school student not be a little intimidated by a multi-talented professional actor? Jeff's compassion and warmth was concealed beneath a cold and serious demeanor that left him feeling as though they stood worlds apart.

But now the pair stood side by side, not only as equals but as lovers. Together, Barcode and Jeff discovered the best versions of themselves.

Barcode found himself pondering on these thoughts as he lounged on a hotel sofa with Jeff. While it had been months since the world tour began, the conclusion of their hardwork was finally in sight. In one more month, the cast members of KinnPorsche would hold their final performance together.

"You know, I was intimidated by you when we first met." Barcode admits truthfully, leaning his head against Jeff's muscular shoulder. Despite P'Jeff's busy schedule, the man always ensured he made time to work on his physique. In fact, Jeff's strong work ethic was one of the things Barcode admired about him the most.

"Really?" Jeff chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose into the boy's soft black hair. "I thought you were a fan by the way you were gaping at me."

"I was not gaping at you," Barcode  smirks, elbowing Jeff playfully in the side. "But I am a fan."

Suddenly the boy shifts his body to sit backwards on Jeff's lap, successfully pinning the older man against the sofa.

"In fact, I'm a fan of the way you kiss me." Barcode coos flirtatiously, teasingly grazing his soft pink lips up the side of Jeff's throat.

A low hum of satisfaction escapes the man's mouth as the boy finally connects their lips. While Jeff usually remained patient with Barcode, he wastes no time entwining the heat of their tongues.

"I'm a fan of the way you touch me," Barcode continues, panting against Jeff's open mouth. Barcode knew he was playing a dangerous game provoking P'Jeff like this and yet the boy couldn't resist himself.

Jeff

Kissing was different when it came to Barcode. Every touch served as a match to the gasoline that pooled within his veins. A fire that ignited an endless flow of passion and desire that threatened to consume the both of them entirely.

Jeff could feel his skin prickle in excitement as the boy carefully guided his hands to explore beneath the fabric of his shirt.

"Code," Jeff hums in admiration, pressing his fingers into the boy's waist to grip his curves possessively.

Admittingly, Jeff loved the feeling of Barcode's waist beneath his fingers.

There was something about the way the boy's body conformed to him that made him feel as though his hands belonged there. After all, touching Barcode was like playing his favorite instrument. Each stroke or grip of his fingers against his soft supple flesh evoked a beautiful sound of pleasure.