You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 30

Neo, Mark and Khaotung had been looking forward to a peaceful day together, far from the usual dramas that plagued their social circle. Just as Khaotung was about to step out of the house to meet Neo, he spotted Janhea marching up the driveway, her face a mask of fury.

"Mark!" Janhea shouted, storming towards her. "Do you know where First was last night? He left me stranded, I was waiting for him!"

Khaotung's patience, already thin, snapped. As he crossed his arms and glared at Janhea.

"Don't you get tired of chasing him all the time?" he retorted as Janhea's eyes blazed with anger.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" Janhea said while Khaotung smirked, his eyes narrowing.

"I feel pity for you. First doesn't seem interested in you. You're just wasting your time."

" You should stay out of my business", Janhea's face flushed a deeper red

"Do you want to know something interesting?," Khaotung stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, making sure Janhea could hear every word. "When you were waiting for him last night, I was fucking him so hard."

The words hung in the air like a challenge. Janhea's hand shot up, ready to slap Khaotung, when a strong grip caught her wrist. First had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes cold and unforgiving as he held Janhea's hand firmly in place.

"What the hell did you tell her that she was about to hurt you?" First demanded, his eyes never leaving Khaotung's.

"She asked me where you were last night, and I told her. She didn't like the answer, apparently." Khaotung shrugged, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

Janhea struggled to free her hand, her face a mixture of anger and desperation. But before she could say anything, Khaotung seized the moment. He grabbed First by the collar and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. First seemed taken aback for a moment, but he quickly responded, wrapping his arms around him.

Janhea's face turned crimson, her anger boiling over as she watched them. When Khaotung finally broke the kiss, he looked at Janhea with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Janhea looked at First with an angry glare, waiting for him to defend her. But First stood silently in the middle of the conflict, letting Khaotung handle the situation, feeling it wasn't necessary to interfere.

"See you, Jan," Khaotung said sweetly, waving a mocking farewell as he took First's hand and led him inside.

First cast one last glance at Janhea, who stood frozen in place, her fists clenched at her sides, before following Khaotung into the house. The door closed behind them, leaving Janhea standing alone, her face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation.

As they stepped inside, Khaotung couldn't help but smile triumphantly. As First looked at him, a mixture of confusion and amusement in his eyes.

"What was that all about?"

"Just settling some score." Khaotung shrugged, still smiling

"Was this necessary?" First asked, sitting on the living room couch while Khaotung straddled him, his weight settling comfortably on his lap. His hands tightened their grip on his thighs, pulling him closer as he lifted his face to meet his.

"She gets on my nerves, so I had to put her in her place," Khaotung replied, his voice a low, determined murmur as he started kissing all over First's neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

"Is she affecting you that much?" First teased, though he couldn't hide the pride in his voice. He tilted his head back, exposing more of his neck to Khaotung's eager lips.