Without Papii Supervision

Chapter 2

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Gun exited the international terminal and spotted Papii with little trouble despite Off dressing in a ball cap and mask. He was acutely attuned to Off Jumpol, and there was nothing he could do to change that fact it seemed, to the extent he'd kicked a scorching guy out of his bed and left his vacation early to come back and get, very likely, yelled at. Sighing, he tugged his suitcase and made his way to the taller man. "Papii, I'm drained. I'd been out dancing and drinking before you called."

Snorting Off raised a brow. "Right, that's not what you'd been doing when I called, and my understand..." Growling, he took the rolling luggage from Gun. "We're not doing this here. Let's go, Mae'Godji didn't want us in public any longer than we had to be. My car is outside."

Off personally loaded the bags with Gun's help, and once they were both buckled up, he headed for his condo instead of taking Gun back to his home. The younger tried to calm his heart, but the closer they got to Off's condo, the faster it beat, and the more rapid his heartbeat, the more he found he couldn't keep from stealing glances over at Off to gauge how angry he was.

"Let's talk once we're upstairs and you've had a shower." Off said his mouth a thin line because all he could think the entire ride was that someone else had their hands and mouth, and God knew what on his Gun. Pulling into his assigned parking spot, off pulled the bags from the car, letting Gun take the lighter two while he took the two largest. Heading up, Gun entered first, using his code to get inside since he had been ahead of Off.

Glancing over his shoulder, Gun pouted at Off as he asked, "Papii, why do I need a shower? I showered before leaving the hotel."

"Shower again." Off muttered toward Gun. "I'll make coffee. Then we'll talk." He had a rather dark look on his face as he put the luggage on the bed in the master.

Gun shrugged and shook his head, and he had a feeling he knew why Papii wanted him to take a shower, but he doubted he was going to get the elder to admit to it. "Fine, whatever you want, Papii. Will it make you stop sulking at me?" He gathered his toiletries, a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts.

"I'm NOT sulking at you. I'm trying to keep my calm, Gun. I can't believe you would be so..." Shaking his head, Off took a deep breath and stopped himself from continuing to speak. "Just go shower." After those words, the taller man strode from the room to start the coffee pot and wait for Gun.

Off was leaning on the counter, trying to control himself. The second he'd seen Gun, the only thing Off had wanted to do was push him into a dark, quiet corner and claim that swollen red mouth and make those lips his. No one else should get to make Gun's lips look that way, no one else should know what those lips taste like, and no one else should get to know about that delightfully sinful little mewling noise Gun makes when he's kissed, and his tongue got sucked. Something Off had the pleasure of learning thanks only to filming 'Theory of Love' with the beautiful man. "I need to get a grip if I'm going to talk about any of this shit reasonably."

"I think reason left the building when you called my cell phone to order me back to Thailand in the middle of the night and bought a first-class last-minute ticket, Papii," Gun said from where he was standing at the threshold of the kitchen toweling his hair. The oversized pale pink t-shirt was falling off one shoulder, the soft grey sleep shorts only just peeking out from the hem of the long shirt, followed by creamy thighs, calves, and bare feet. Off turned to let his gaze travel over Gun and felt his heart clench because Gun just looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! More importantly, he seemed so comfortable, so right, so much like this was where he belonged... in his sleep clothes, fresh from a shower, and in Off's condo at the end of the day.