SOTUS : MY MUSE

CEO & HIS MUSE CHAPTER 1

Kongpob sighed as he hated working over his vacation. Wasn't the point of being a CEO to a big company is that he got to arranged his own working hours and spend as much time as possible at home having all sorts of crazy sex with his gorgeous husband? Yes, husband. Apparently, not this time. Since, his father decided to send several workers abroad on a training and management program with another big company for four months. Due to that reason, he had been stuck in meeting and consultation nearly 3 weeks while his beautiful P'Arthit spent long hours occupying himself at home. P'Arthit said that he didn't mind, seeing as they were doing some renovations at their vacation home just outside the city themselves and being alone gave P'Arthit the opportunity to recreate the interior design of that house in peace. But Kongpob had enough of forgoing his noon sex in favor of another discussion. Kongpob snuck out quietly and asked his management director to handle the meeting when a heated argument started to broke out. Kongpob grabs a blank canvas in the guise of starting a raw sketch, and slipped away under the cover of his white BMW X3. Kongpob hit the interstate and sped all the way to his 'home', , making it to the tiny summer home in record time.

Kongpob and Arthit loved everything about their new house, arrangement of the furnisher as well as any additional interior design was decided by his beloved wife. Kongpob especially loved how quiet and secluded it was in this, their small patch of heaven. The seclusion was perfect because no one ever complained about their loud sex, and the quiet was ideal for finding Arthit, since he sang and played guitar almost all the time when he was alone. Kongpob stood still as he could not heard any singing from Arthit. He ran through the rooms "P'Arthit!!" Kongpob called, walking through the vacant kitchen quickly in search of his husband. "P'Arthit!! Come on, I need your sweet ass!!" The blank canvas tucked beneath his arm, obnoxiously making as much noise as possible to alert his muse of his arrival

"I thought you had to work this afternoon."

"I am working," Kongpob explained "I'm doing a portrait of a gorgeous man, as soon as I find him. Now, where the hell are you? This house isn't that big."

"Out here," Arthit called back. "I'm installing the new track lighting."

Kongpob turned the corner to the patio that they had just added on to give Kongpob a protected outdoor work space and there was his 'home' – his intrepid Arthit – climbing their 10 years old rickety ladder just to install a row of light with a chrome runner and bonnets. Kongpob winced when he saw the ladder tilt beneath Arthit's weight but Arthit seemed oblivious, balancing precariously on his toes to screw the fixture to the wall.

"I really wish you'd let me do that, gorgeous," Kongpob said lovingly, trying to hide the concern in his voice. He put down the blank canvas and walked near his husband to hold the ladder secure. "I mean, look at you reaching up like that. I am obviously taller than you."

Arthit chuckled "You're supposed to be doing a meeting for the exchange program, right? Beside.." Arthit looking down with playful eyes "spraying your hair until it stands up to oblivion doesn't count as you being taller than me."

"It's training and management program, we are not receiving any worker from their company". At that moment, Arthit moved sideways and the ladder lurched. Kongpob hold it firm to keep Arthit from toppling head first into the retaining wall. "Okay, that's enough," Kongpob said, pulling on his husband leg. "Get down now."

"But, I only have one screw left."

"I don't care," Kongpob said sternly "Get your ass down off that ladder now."

"OK. OK. Geez," Arthit huffed, climbing down the ladder. "You certainly have a thing for my ass."

"Well, it happens to be a perfect ass and successful make me so 'gay' for it" Kongpob grabbed Arthit's ass and squeezed for emphasis. "I don't want anything happening to it."

"What the hell, Kongpob!!" Arthit hugged his husband to hide his blushed face "Well, tell me again. Why are you coming back early today?"

Kongpob pulled his muse close, relishing the way his body fit perfectly against his own, like Arthit was carved out of the same piece of stone - like they were made for each other "I told you already, 'working' ...I'm planning to paint you. Naked if I have my way".

"You just want to fuck," Arthit teased and let go of their hug.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that!!" Kongpob growled suggestively.

"So, you only care about my ass?" Arthit asked, gazing up at his husband, Kongpob, tilting his head and pouting in mock offense.

"Among other things". Kongpob captured Arthit's lips quickly, not waiting for an invitation.

Kongpob smiled as he can heard Arthit's whimper, he feels like a winner now. However, the sound of Kongpob's cell phone ringing called a foul on his plan. "Um, you should probably get that," Arthit says as he tried to pull away from Kongpob's embrace. Arthit;'s voice muffled by Komgpob's lip pressing insistently against his. "Nope, they can wait". Kongpob replied "No, my beloved husband. I'm insist, it's probably father, wondering where his son disappeared while he is supposed to be in a meeting"

Kongpob huffed, narrowing his eyes as his expression became resolute

"No need to worry baby, dad knows me well. He knows I will always busy whenever I'm with you" Kongpob peppered Arhit's cheeks with kissed to a symphony of his giggles. "No. Kongpob Suthiluck, I;m not hazed you during your first year to become an irresponsible person" Arthit said sternly

"OK..OK" with a heavy handed, Kongpob reluctantly released his husband and raced inside to answer the phone. "Oi, Kongpob!! Where the hell, are you, the board of director want to finalize the decisions before commence the program. I'm already shortlisted several potential coworkers that might capable to undergo this program. I need you to look at the list"

Kongpob sighed the umpteenth time. "Ai'Aim, come on dude. Can't you just email me the list? I really need some alone time with P'Arthit. About the meeting, I'm already asked management director to handle it. The board of director just stated several issues that requi....." Kongpob cut his own speech on the phone, he heard an odd noise, nothing too foreboding, but it somehow managed to fill him from head to toe with dread. "Aim, I'll call you later" Kongpob said monotone as he proceed to find his 'Sun'. He didn't know how he could feel the ladder tilt from all the way in the kitchen, but the sensation was like a taut line tugging at his heart. He felt the sway as if he was standing on it instead of Arthit. After that swoop of sudden inexplicable nausea hit him, everything happened absurdly fast.

He heard Arthit yelp, then a loud metallic clatter, and a horrifying crack, like pottery hitting the pavement.

"P!!!!" Kongpob screamed in panic, having the sense of mind to grab his phone and start dialing 9-1-1, knowing in his heart that his husband would need an ambulance. "P'Arthit!!!" He hugged his husband's body as he keeps repeating the sentences "You'll be alright...you'll be alright... you'll be alright"

No, P'Arthit wasn't alright.

His 'sun' definitely wasn't alright.