The House by the River

Chapter 3

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Also, there will be some mature content in this chapter. Please skip this chapter if you are below 18, sorry.

Perth's POV

I noticed that everyone else was busy with some task or another, either in the kitchen or in the dining room and I noticed that Saint was looking around helplessly for something to do, but it looked like there was nothing else left to be done.

While no one was looking I grabbed Saint by the wrist and motioned for him to be quiet and to just follow me.

I led him out of the dining room and past the living room and into the corridor leading to the bathroom.

"Where are you taking me, Perth?" Saint whispered.

I stopped in front of the bathroom, opened the door and brought Saint inside.

"I've been wanting to do this ever since we got here," I said before grabbing Saint by the neck and bringing his lips to mine.

Saint made some movement of protest at first and then I felt him kissing me back. Saint's reciprocation of my kisses emboldened me to start unbuttoning his shirt. He did not stop me from opening his shirt wide and exposing his chest.

I heard him moan when he felt my lips on one of his nipples. I sucked gently on it while I used the palm of my hand to rub his other nipple in a circular motion.

I could tell by his uneven ragged breathing that Saint was getting excited down there. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down its zipper. I could feel his excited member straining against the fabric of his briefs.

"Uhh..." I heard him make the sound as I lowered the waistband of his briefs and took his hardened member in my hand.

"Mmm... Perth... mmm..." he moaned my name softly as I licked off the droplets that oozed from the tip of his stiffened member.

"Perth... aahhh... aaahhh... uhh... uhh... uhh..." Saint's voice was starting to get hoarse with excitement as I sucked on him slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster.

"Uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... aaahhhhh... aaahhhhh... Perth... oh god, Perth... Perth... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom just as Saint spilled his juices into my mouth.

Oh shit, I had forgotten to unlock the door.

I quickly got up from my kneeling position and hurriedly tried to lock the door. Shit, the center part of the doorknob that needed to be twisted in order for the door to get locked wouldn't budge.

I kept my hand on the doorknob to keep the door from getting opened by whoever was coming towards the bathroom. Fortunately, the sound of the footsteps started to recede.

Saint and I looked at each other wide eyed.

"That was close," I said with a nervous smile.

Saint moved up close to me to try and kiss me.

"I don't think it's a good idea," I said regretfully. "We will have to wait until this doorknob is fixed. I will bring it to Gun's attention tonight."

Gun immediately contacted his parents to report the bathroom door knob situation the moment that I brought his attention to it. He said that his parents would be sending a handyman to the house in the morning to fix the problem.

I slept fitfully during the night. I felt Saint's body against mine under the sheets but I couldn't do anything because P'Earth was sharing the big bed with us.

In spite of my fitful sleep, I managed to wake up at about the same time as Saint and P'Earth. I noticed when I went to use the bathroom that the handyman had not yet come in to fix the doorknob. He probably was going to come in later in the day to fix it.

Fortunately the ever thoughtful Gun had cut out a carton in a shape that could be hung from the door knob. On the front side of the cut up carton he had written in bold letters "Occupied" and on the back part he had written "Vacant". That would most certainly work until the handyman had fixed the lock.

By the time I had finished my morning rituals and showered, everyone else had already gone and helped to put breakfast together.

I noticed though that the large pitcher of orange juice had been left standing on the kitchen counter. Whoever had prepared it had forgotten to bring it to the breakfast table.

I quickly went to get it and set it down on the table close to where Saint was sitting. He smiled at me in acknowledgement and I winked at him.

I took the available chair directly from across him and after the usual moment of silence of thanksgiving we all eagerly started to put food onto our plates.

I had barely scooped some scrambled eggs onto my plate when we all heard the front door opening and closing and then we heard footsteps coming towards the dining room.

That would be the handyman for sure, I thought. He had heard our voices and the sound of our utensils and naturally went in our direction to make us aware of his presence, or probably to report to Gun that he had arrived to do his job.

We all fell silent the moment that he walked into the dining room. Who would have thought that a handyman would possess such an attractive face, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his shirt and his barrel chest straining against the front of his shirt.

I felt an instant stab of jealousy when I noticed that Saint was holding his fork that had a piece of pancake stuck to it, his mouth open but the fork in his hand left in mid air. He was definitely ogling at the handyman. I kicked him under the table and he got startled into dropping his fork onto his plate. He smiled sheepishly at me, his cheeks turning a dark pink.

"Good morning, everyone," we heard the handyman say with a friendly smile, "my name is Earth. I am the handyman sent by Mr. Na Ranong, the owner of this house, to fix the bathroom lock. I believe his son Gun is here with you."

Gun stood up from where he was sitting and went to approach the handyman. He held out his hand to the handyman.

"Hi, Earth," we heard Gun say, "I am Mr. Na Ranong's son. My name is Gun Napat."

The handyman took Gun's extended hand and shook it. They were shaking hands a mighty long time in my opinion.

Finally, Gun said, "Let me show you where the bathroom is."

And with that Gun disappeared with the handyman from the dining room.

I happened to glance at Mark. He was wearing a scowl on his face.