The Trials of Being Loved

Part 56 - Will an Orca's Pod save a Polar Bear?

It was the scent of the ocean breeze. He groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the light cover over his head and wished he could disappear. Why did everything always happen in Phuket?

He heard #3 walking around the room and then, even under the blanket, the room brightened. Suddenly, the cover was torn from his grip and he was looking at the stoic face of his bodyguard. New knew that look. Well. He knew that look very well. It meant that he was getting up and moving today. Sighing, he swung his legs and sat up, only then realizing he was wearing only boxers. 

His eyes flicked to #3 and his head bobbed in thanks. It wasn't the first time the bodyguard had gone beyond and put him to bed. "Is..." He hadn't spoken in a long time, his voice was rusty. New coughed and tried again. "Is he here?" He had to pee so bad that he was already walking to the bathroom, so he missed the smile on #3's face. 

"Yes Sir." Three had already decided there would be no information volunteered. If his charge wanted information, he had to interact with people. Since New was slowly gaining his strength as he moved, "Sir, I'm going to get your breakfast."

"Am I a prisoner in the room?" New yelled from the bathroom. 

With a huge smile, knowing New couldn't see him, Three replied, "No." He had almost reached the door when he heard his charge yelling. He did a neat about face. "Pardon me, Sir?"

New popped his head out of the bathroom, white toothpaste foam around his mouth. "I'm going to the beach. Is my bag here?" He only waited long enough for Three's nod before disappearing. "Forget the food in here, #3, I'll eat on the beach."

"Yes Sir!" Three couldn't hide the happiness in his voice now. He softly as he put New's bag on the bed and left the room to stand just outside the door. The only way to reach the beach was through the main entrance. He wondered if he should have mentioned that the balcony door had been locked? Shrugging, he settled into an easy, casual resting stance. They trained you in the military to be on guard to watch this way for hours. If needed, he could sleep this way. 

Eyes half lidded, he watched the other hallway. The other man's hallway and wondered would the two of them actually meet today on the beach? Under instructions, all wires had been removed. For the very first time, he was not eavesdropping on either man. It was a weird feeling to just observe. He had to be close enough to hear his charge yell for help. 

Three took a deep sigh and shifted stance before bolting upright! What the fuck? He had done a perimeter walk just before waking New. He bolted into the room and dropped into a crouch, surveying the room carefully. Suddenly, Three felt something slam into his shoulder and on instinct, his hand swung up, and he threw his opponent over his shoulder to the ground. 

New's angry face glared up at him, eyes narrow with suspicion. "I thought you said I wasn't a prisoner." He hissed. "Why is my door locked?" Three stepped back from the young man flat on the floor, chest heaving and sighed. He wanted to leave, quit this job. Nothing was ever easy with Newwie. HE FUCKING KNEW THAT!

"Use your brain, Mr. Thitipoom." Three decided to use extremely formal language. He had, after all, just been attacked. This was personal. "I still need to be with you, as a bodyguard. We are shorthanded. I can't be relieved so there is only one egress." He pointed to the door. Bowing formally, "Excuse me."

He could see New's mouth working once more before his brain engaged. Three was not interested. He actually picked up the pace and shut the door, gently, softly. closing it before New could speak. Just as softly, he leaned back against the door and took several deep breaths calming himself. Just then, the sat phone rang. 

What the fuck now? Swearing softly, he moved some distance from the door and answered it. He had a clear view of both hallways, and the door to New's room. "Speak fast. The charge wants to go to the beach."