LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 15 - Maid (Part 2 of 2)

" Frog, why are my uniform lines all over the place!!!" Chakat or Kat as he is fondly known, yelled from the front of the wardrobe, police uniform in hand. How many times had he taught Frog how to iron, pleats, badges and certain fold had to be accurate before Kat got an earful from his superiors. Left with no choice, he turned the iron on, to press it once more, correctly this time.

" how would I know? I'm not a cop. Just a maid in this house " Frog yelled back awhile later, turning off the stove, plating the omelette and toast. In his heart, Frog did know how to press as per Kat's teaching but the man liked to tease him a lot, making fun of his t-shirt and jeans, calling him a twink sometimes, so Frog only took revenge. Fair enough, wasn't it?// the Universe nodded in agreement//

Oh, that twink was definitely doing this on purpose, he knew it! Frog understood orders perfectly, Nan his previous teacher and Kat knew Nan too well, he did not tolerate disobedience. If Frog was fine there, why was he messing things up here? It has been 5 months since Frog moved in with him, managing his apartment, food and laundry without fail, a hardworking boy but mouthy as fuck. He had a retort for everything Kat said, a brat almost like Mac. A silly mistake had ruined Nan's trust in Frog, his target too precious for Nan to ignore. During a quiet session with Kat after a short rebellion, Frog had confessed he had been scared when he saw Mac suffering. He only wanted to teach him a lesson because he received less attention from Nan after Mac came to live with him. He was truly sorry for his mistake and did not wish death upon Mac at all. He had seen the same scared expression when he had retrieved Frog and brought him to the hospital and after the boy hid behind his back after escaping Nan chokehold, hands tightly clutching the back of Kat's shirt. That same night, Frog had come to live with him, occupying the smaller room in his 2 bedroom apartment. Lower-level cops like him didn't earn big bucks but he had his own second owner home in the sub-urban district atleast.

With Frog, he had cooked meals, fresh laundry and the house cleaned, unlike his previous rented room at Surat Thani. He, like Nan, possessed zero cooking skills, depending on hawker food every day and a laundry mart to wash his clothes. Some nights, he was too busy, leaving take away containers with leftover food and dirty clothes to pile up, washing only when he ran out of uniforms. So, he was grateful for Frog and his home living skills. Now, if only he ironed them well, saving Kat the double handling and the sweat dripping down his back. At this rate, he would be wet even before he put his shirt on!

" Inspector, your breakfast is getting cold " Frog screamed, walking into the living room, hands on his hips, pursing his lips. In that small apartment, even a whisper could carry a massage, Kat thought, eyes squinting at the high decibel Frog called voice. Wiping himself down with a towel, he put on his uniform, buttoning up while looking at the quiet twink in front of him.

" he has a nice body " Frog thought before mentally slapping himself. This was Kat, not P'Nan. His love shouldn't waver just at the sight of the sweat dripping down the muscled abs, goddammit. Nan and Kat were similar in abs though, well packed, probably hard if Frog could touch. The Inspector was a few centimetres shorter than P'Nan but broader at the shoulders and more tanned from all the police training, clearly defined tan lines marring his forearms and he was currently staring at him, a smirk on.

" why Frog do you look at me that way? Want to touch?" And even his teasing far too similar like P' Nan. He was embarrassed to be caught staring but still walked closer as if to touch, exciting the Inspector. Ready for Frog's fingers, he stopped buttoning up midway, steeling his abs, chest puffed up before tiny pricks deflated him like a balloon.

Ouch...ouch....oww...

Kat squirmed in pain, moving back from Frog's sinful fingers, pricking him with his own badge pin as if he were a pin cushion. Grabbing the offending wrist and twisting it back in a well-practiced move, Kat pressed Frog against the wall, Frog wincing in pain.