Beautiful Stalker

2 Stalkers

Two Stalkers

** WARNING - RATED ***

Saint laughed. He was tossed lightly on his couch while Perth heaved a bit, settling on the very space beside him. He watched Saint as he burst into a laughing fit. Watching how he threw his head back, neck gracefully elongated as if inviting him to suck on the space where he could mark him.

He had his eyes closed, that only made Perth wonder how erotic he would be if he was under him, moaning and calling his name.

Perth jerked, suddenly feeling the heat almost traveling from his face down south to his groin.

"Damn! Now isn't the right time" he cussed himself, moving a few inches away from him. Convincing himself that it is the right thing to do before he'd loose control, jump and shag the living daylights out of the pretty boy.

It is a wonder how his mere laugh could make him feel that way.

But then, wasn't this the thing he wanted? To get this close to Saint and make him pay for even calling his little thingy- little?

Well, that was when he was a little over the top with his golden hair and her skimpy clothes as if he have some boobs to be proud of. Which Saint doesn't have at all.

But then one day he saw him, peeking out through his apartment door. His eyes still brown but lifeless, his cheeks pinker like he was having fever, his hair almost bushy as it looks like he hasn't brush nor wash it for days.

He looked vulnerable as he scanned the surrounding looking afraid that someone might see him, running towards where the mailbox was, pulled some bills and posts out before running back in with out even glancing back anymore.

And for Perth, that vulnerability was beautiful... that was when he started seeing Sain in a new light. His revenge backfired even before he was able to act on it, that he found himself adoring him more every day.


His friend Mean told him how Saint was all miserable whenever the guy drops by. He wouldn't even bother hiding it for all he does whenever Mean was around was to sprawl on his bed or on their couch and watch Plann and him... until the lovers would be guilty enough and would call it a day.

He got all concerned one day and decided to bring in some flowers, probably cheer him up a bit and well... introduce himself once more this time. Only that he was driven out because apparently- as what Mean have called it ... Saint was having a major crisis that he was yelling all afternoon about Husbands cheating on their wife. (a/n in relation to a scene on the chapter prior to this)

He had no idea exactly what his problem was. Mean didn't tell him much although he would note the scowl on his friend's face as if he was the one to be blamed for Saint's depression. He was the one who got called having a tiny dick! Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?. Perth grimaced upon remembering it.

Things turned even more interesting when he accidentally bumped with Chompoo and her new lover. Conversations flowed surprisingly well but not until the Kao guy threw in questions about knowing a certain Saint Suppapong. As he walked back to his luxurious flat that evening... Perth could only grin with satisfaction. His stalking just moved on to a new higher level.
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Imagine how surprise he was when he saw Saint emerging from a hair parlor with his hair becoming dark brown and well-trimmed as if everything around him went still... and that the only person moving was the smiling Saint as he walked out towards his car. Hair bouncing like waves against the wind along with his smooth jeans and white loose shirt.

It was such a beautiful scene that Perth got stuck, head and eyes on the direction where he passed by and he stayed there. Probably a good thirty minutes more after he left.

Now who would care about big boobs when he can have a prince? Yeah... probably not a good one. In fact a very evil one.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Saint asked through his half lidded eyes. Finally recovering from his laughing fit.

Perth scoffed "My thoughts are very expensive Saint. Priceless to be exact" swatting away the hand that held a hem of his polo shirt

"aww!" he pulled away, acting offended at what he did but rolled his eyes at him "a bargain then?" he smirked, pushing his head more into the sofa pillows, crossing his arms as if challenging the other.

"Heh!" He scoffed yet again. "Any decent man should never take advantage of a drunk person. That includes bargaining for something that he might regret when he's finally all sobered up" Perth raised a brow, stopping after seeing the smirk dancing at the corner of Saint's lips.

"Do I look like I could get drunk from those little tequila shots? And besides... you are far from a decent man" He wonderfully mused at how adorable the other looked with his eyes almost saucer size as he teased him.

"I am honestly disappointed in you Perth. I thought you knew me better with all the stalking that you did" He grinned, finally pushing himself off the couch and with all gracefulness stood in front of him. Leaning down a little, he gently pinch his nose.

"I was in doubt at first but then your little heroic thing. Saving me from falling face flat on the floor, and knowing exactly where my keys were?" Saint's smirk widened.