MIDNIGHT DAYDREAM

Chapter 19

Note from author: Yeay, fluff!!!

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Even in his sleeping form, Porchay's ears pick up that someone is entering his door. Thanks to the ambush training that Vegas drilled him three times a month, in the weirdest hours of the day, he becomes sensitive to this kind of thing. According to Vegas, he should've died 13 times, mortally wounded 5 times, heavily injured 7 times, and alive and kicking 3 times already by now. The alive and kicking part all happened recently. So his odds are actually good. 

His hand reaches out for the gun placed under his bed, also courtesy of Vegas. Vegas said a little paranoia is a good thing in their world. It is what can separate you from being alive or dead.

He aims the gun and clicks the safety pin when the shadow enters the room.

"Woah," he recognizes the voice instantly, clicking the safety pin, and lets go of the gun with a relieved sigh.

"Damn it, Phi! I almost shot you, you know," he grumbles. "Tell me beforehand if you want to come later. What time is it anyway?" Porchay peeks at the clock. It's 2 a.m. He wants to swear.

"Mh, sorry," Kim says nonchalantly. "It's a spur-of-a-moment thing. I can't stay there, my mind keeps thinking of you. I can't," he pauses, "It's a good thing," he points to the gun. "Who taught you that?"

"Phi Vegas."

"And the gun?" he takes the gun from Chay and examines it thoroughly.

"Also Phi Vegas."

Kim grimaces. "I'm not sure I like this you and Vegas thing, now that I think about it."

Porchay looks at him unamused. "Oh, fuck off, Phi!" Making him awake in ungodly hours and jealousy don't mix well.

Kim cocks his tongue inside of his mouth. "Hm, that mouth of yours ... Someday, I will teach you how to use that filthy mouth properly."

There's a glint in Kim's eyes that sends shivers in places that Chay doesn't know can get affected by the domination in Kim's voice.

But then Kim grins like nothing happens. He gives the gun back to Porchay who then places it back under the bed. "It's a good gun. I prefer something lighter for you, but if you are used to that then I'm ok with that. Don't forget to clean it routinely."

Porchay snaps back from his daze and just hums his response. He wants to advise about guns at 2 in the morning. His boyfriend is indeed splendid!  Note the sarcasm, please.

Kim sits beside him, holding his cheek in his hand. Porchay nuzzles to the warmth. "How are you, Pichaya?" Porchay giggles. "I rarely heard that name except from my teachers and when Hia is badly mad."

Kim laughs without a sound at the sight of giggling Porchay. "I know that it can make you smile, you know. I did it purposely. You should always laugh and smile. You're the prettiest when you're happy," he kisses Chay's lips gently, lingering there for a moment too long.

"So, are you saying I look ugly when I cry?"

"No, you look fine, but I prefer you not to cry." Kim bombs Chay with little kisses all over his face.

"Sometimes I cry when I'm happy too, you know."

"Ok, then you can only cry or drunk when I'm with you. So I can hold you like this," he brings Chay into a tight hug, digging his nose to Chay's side neck. "and never let go until you're ok."

Chay laughs.

"Look how puffy your eyes are now. Poor baby," he gives a downward smile and pouts before kissing and rubbing the eyelids gently as if it can make the puffiness go away in an instant. "Did you get all out of your system?"