Your man

Seven

*continuation from the previous chapter *

Singto played with a strand of Arthit's hair as he lay on Arthit's body.  His lustful gaze was tracing Arthit's face.  Arthit swallowed hard, a deep blush creeping through his neck.

"I'm sorry I went out with Prae instead of spending time with you P' Arthit," Singto said in a whisper, his lips lightly above Arthit's ear.

Arthit shivered in response.  Singto smirked against Arthit's neck.  Proud of his effect on Arthit.

"Are you really sorry?" Arthit managed to say.

"Let me make it up for you P' Athit," Singto said lapping his tongue over a sensitive spot on Arthit's neck making him let out a moan.

"How?" Arthit asked stretching his neck, giving Singto more space to continue with his task.

"I will do anything you want."

"Kiss me like there is no tomorrow," Arthit said hoarsely.

Arthit wrenched himself out of Singto's grasp and crawled up the bed far enough, resting his head on the pillow. He opened his arms wide, without saying a word.

Singto rushed into his arms pressing the length of his body tightly against Arthit's.  He cupped Arthit's face in hands and softly kissed his lips.

"Your apology is weak," Arthit said in between kisses.

"Don't regret your words P' Arthit.  I have a lot of stamina."

"Do you?"

Singto looked Arthit under him with his knees on each side of Arthit's waist.  He could feel Arthit's bulge against his own.

True to his word Singto hardly let Arthit breathe.

"Kong... let me breathe."

Singto proceeded to kiss down Arthit's neck. He detached himself away from Arthit to remove his shirt.  His fingers started to unbutton Arthit's pants.

"Why am I the only one losing clothes?" Arthit asked him gruffly.

Singto discarded his clothes and stood only in his briefs.  Arthit looked at him in wonder.

"Do you work out?  How can a freshman like you have abs?"

"I uhh work out in my room every night, helps me study."  

Before Arthit could ask any more questions, Singto stared to undress Arthit.  He pressed his hand over Arthit's hard on.  The fabric of Arthit's boxers preventing direct contact. Arthit moaned loudly.

"Kong, we shouldn't... I don't have any condoms in the room."

"You have a boyfriend, and you are not prepared?"

"Are you prepared Kong?"

"No."

Arthit raised an eyebrow at him.  Singto smirked back at him in response.

"Let me take care of you P' Arthit."

Singto started kissing down Arthit's happy trail.

Their conversations died as the room filled with moans of desire.

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Singto woke up first as Arthit snuggled against him.  Singto kissed Arthit's head slowly trying to untangle himself.

Arthit opened one eye, "Where are you going?"

"P' Arthit!  It's 8 am!  I'm still here. I will go to my room and be right back."

"You can shower here.  It's Sunday so let's go out."

Singto pretended to think for awhile. He wanted Arthit to ask him to stay.

Arthit pulled him into a hug.  "Don't leave me."

"Never."

Arthit never found out Singto stole the shirt he was wearing that day.

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Singto was on his way back from headquarters when his phone buzzed indicating a call from Arthit.

"Hello P' Arthit?  Where are you?"

"We have your P' Arthit.  We know you are a cop.  If you alert your people, he is going to die.  Come to the Rama VIII Bridge in one hour with all the information you have on the drug case."

Everything around him came to a standstill.  He knew the voice from somewhere.  He had put Arthit in danger.

His phone buzzed again.  It was a picture of Arthit tied to a chair.  He seemed unconscious.  His head hung to a side bleeding.

Kongpob ran to the bridge.  To begin with, he didn't have much information.  He only knew Bright was involved in the incident.

He couldn't risk Arthit's life because of his carelessness.  He had to save Arthit even if it cost him his own life.

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Singto waited at the bridge.  He didn't know who he was waiting for.

A black tinted van stopped in front of him with a couple of masked men telling him to get in.  He was blindfolded immediately.

When Kongpob opened his eyes, he was in a warehouse tied to an old chair.

"Knott?  Where the fuck is Arthit!?  What did you do to him!" he screamed.

"No more, P' Knott.  Did you really think we wouldn't find out who you were?  I told Arthit there was something about you that didn't fit. "

"What?  Where is P' Arthit?"

"P' Arthit?  You lied to me!  You took advantage of me to get your job done!" came Arthit's voice behind him.

"Singto... that's who you are."

"P' Arthit.. you are one of them too?" Singto asked in disbelief.

"You dumbass.  Arthit is the mastermind behind this," Knott said laughing.  "Everyone thinks it's Bright.  Well, Bright does the marketing for us.  He has to keep his father's business running after all."

Singto looked directly at Arthit, "Arthit I know you are more than this."

Arthit stared at him looking away after a couple of seconds.

"It was all a lie.  Kongpob doesn't exist," Arthit growled.

Knott left singto's sight with Arthit in tow.  A man suddenly burst into the warehouse, screaming.

"The cops are here!"

"What?  How did they find us?"

"I don't know Ai Knott.  I told you this was a bad idea."

Arthit stood in front of Singto.

"You made a big mistake Singto."

"Arthit get rid of the guy," Knott said hurrying next to him.

Arthit's expression changed.  "We can't kill a cop."

"Yes, we can.  He knows too much.  Get rid of him."

Arthit pulled out a gun and pointed it at Singto.

"THEY'RE HERE! RUN!" someone shouted.

Arthit and Knott were walking backward.

Arthit's gun still pointed at him.

Singto didn't hear what happened around him. He only had his eyes fixed on Arthit's eyes.

It was the man he loved.

Singto heard the gunshot.