Blindfolded [Complete]

Addicted

Before I could even feel the warmth of the filtering sunlight hit my nearly naked body, I felt the slight chill of the breeze brushing against the spots Kong was currently trailing his moist tongue. Eyes snapping open just as his teeth closed over the hem of my boxers, sliding it down my thighs, lips still grazing me. By the time I had barely shaken awake his mouth was already closing over my leaky engorged cock making the very first thing I did that Sunday morning was moan with abandonment.

And turns out that was just the beginning of a long day spent exploring each other's bodies over and over again.

Once was over on the kitchen counter while we let the breakfast burn on the stove. Immediately followed by a round in the shower. Good thing the man is deathly rich cause we definitely ran up his water bill like crazy. Next was on the desk in his library that smelled of super expensive mahogany. Did the man want to make a record or something of banging on every piece of furniture he owned? It wasn't until I saw lust drip from his eyes once more while I was chomping down on my third pizza slice did I playfully nudge him away. And honestly it's absolutely not fair what his laughter that followed did to my nether regions. So naturally we found ourselves tumbling into his bed once more, ripping away the few clothes that we had even bothered to put on our bodies during the day.

By the time the clock struck 10 that night and Kong grabbed his keys in one hand and my palm in the other, lacing our fingers through each other as he pulled me towards his car to drive me home he had my head throughly floating in the clouds. I think I might have to go brush up on my definition of an escort cause I was definitely getting some very mixed signals from the man.

Sitting in the warmth of his car outside my apartment building I couldn't help the fluttering of my heart as he tenderly took my face between his hands to give me a goodbye kiss. But somehow after a good 45 minutes his lips were still gliding over mine.

"Do you really have to go?"

"I have class at 7 am tomorrow morning. And I'm pretty sure by the sheer amount of calls you have ignored all day, you probably have a ton of work to do yourself."

"When will I get to see you next?"

"When do you get back from your business trip?"

"Saturday morning 5 am."

"Sometime after that, I guess."

"So Saturday morning at 5:10 then?"

"Oh hell no! You already didn't let me sleep today morning. No way I'm ruining next weekend too."

"But wasn't it infinitely more fun what we did instead? Sleep is overrated anyway."

Snorting at the frankly bizarre statement, I silently enjoyed him playing with the strands of my hair as a wayward thumb kept caressing my cheeks.

"Sleep? Overrated? It's like you don't me at all."

He cocked his head to one side. A small smile playing on his lips.

"I don't really, do I? But I would like to change that."

See, this right here. This is what I mean. It's like he is serving me a mixed signal Jambalaya. Can he just figure out what the fuck he wants from me. I mean except my ass ofcourse.

Not that it kept me from grinning like an utter fool when I stumbled out the car, this time with thoroughly kissed lips, feeling diametrically opposite to my emotions that I felt the last time he was parked outside my building. The high of the entire weekend spent in his arms extending a soft blush to my cheeks as I pushed open the door to my apartment, whistling under my breath while I flicked on the lights when that oh-so-happy feeling instantly vanished into a bitter scowl.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I took away your keys."

The frown on my face mirrored perfectly on the immaculate features of my brother sitting stiffly on the beaten down armchair by the window.

"Where have you been all day Arthit? Actually, first, tell me where the hell were you all of last night."

Ignoring his clipped tone I moved around the apartment pretending to go about my business unbothered, very much looking forward to taking a long hot shower, slipping into some clean clothes, give my butt some rest, and most importantly not having to deal with his problematic tantrums just yet.

"Arthit, I am talking to you. Where were you last night?"

I almost debated ignoring him some more but unfortunately over the years I have figured out that isn't something I am the best at. Anyone else notice a trend of people pushing and pulling me around constantly while I seem to be just getting swept along for the ride?

"I was at my friend's place."

"What friend?"

"A friend friend."

"What's his name?"

"You don't know him."

"Seriously Arthit? Are we really going to play this ridiculous game?"

"I don't even know what game you are talking about."

"Fine, then tell me where have you been getting so much money lately."

"Why does it matter to you? You never cared to know where I got the money before now."

"Then how come before you never had to give me. How come you were constantly grumbling about it? But now you fucking turned over the bank to me the day I asked. Where the fuck are you getting all that cash?"

"That's none of your damn business. If you don't want the money then I'm just not going to give any to you. That solves all your problems right?"

"My problem is the man that was sucking on your face outside. Who the fuck is he?"

"I already told you he is my friend. That's it."

"Arthit, do you seriously take me for an idiot? What friend could you possibly have that drives a car that expensive?"

"I still don't see how it is any of your business who my friend is how much his freaking car is worth."

"Of course it's my business, cause you are my business. You are my godddam brother Arthit. Don't you know how much I care? Have you forgotten everything?"

"How the fuck could I forget when you make sure I remember every freaking minute."

"So then tell me who are you selling yourself to for money?"

I took a deep breath as I kept staring at him. Knowing us our fights could easily get long and most probably extremely ugly. But right now, right this instant I was in no mood for either of that. Just for one tiny day I wanted to simply keep enjoying the time I had spent with Kong. Just for this moment I didn't want to deal with anything. Didn't want to grapple with what I was doing with Kong, and definitely didn't want to worry about how all of this was going to end. Just for one miserable night, could I just focus on being happy.

Running a hand over my tired face I turned to face him once again, letting out an exhausted sigh. Seems like my brother specializes in wearing out my defenses. But turns out after all these years I know him a little too well now.

"What do you really want? Why are you here?"

"Arthit, I'm here cause I'm obviously worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were okay, and..."

"And what?"

"And... I wanted to tell you that Zayn has been asking for you again."

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