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The Phoenix knocks down his opponent as the crowd roars with approval and Kim is…whatever the opposite of surprised is.
The little shit has won every fight Kim has seen him in.
He’s good and at this point, Kim is genuinely curious about who would come out on top in a fight between them.
That’s a thought for another day though, so he scoffs and turns to join the party that’s already starting up in the warehouse next door.
Kim wants to feel someone’s hands on him tonight, wants to touch someone and make them cry for him because he’s making them feel too good.
The first few are duds — too pushy, too pliable, laughs too loud, but finally, he falls into rhythm with someone.
And it’s a good rhythm, Kim knows as he grinds against the boy. Although that word isn’t entirely accurate (thank fuck).
He had been clear, he’s nineteen, but he’s still got the teenage softness on his face, some wide eyed innocence that had caught Kim’s eye.
“Come back to mine,” Kim says into his ear, hauling him back so that his ass is pressed firmly against Kim’s semi.
The boy laughs, tipping his head back to rest on Kim’s shoulder.
“What’s my name?”
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
It had started with a ch sound, hadn’t it?
“It’s Cherry, isn’t it, baby?”
He knows it’s wrong as soon as he says it and tightens his hold before the boy can pull away.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says.
But the boy turns in Kim’s arms and leans in so that his mouth is against Kim’s ear.
“Figure it out and then try again,” he tells Kim, then his mouth is pressing against Kim’s.
Kim pours everything into the kiss, sliding his hands down the back pockets of the boy’s pants and trying his best to prove that he’s worth giving another shot.
But then the boy’s pulling away with a smug grin and knocking Kim’s hands away.
Kim wants to chase after him, but he does have some self respect.
The flash of someone wearing a fucking suit at a warehouse party is the sign he needs to get out and Kim does just that, but as he’s getting onto his bike to head home, he feels a sense of wistfulness.
He wishes he knew the boy’s name.
——————————————————
Porsche is still flying high from his win when he settles in against the bar (which is an actual bar tonight, rather than a stack of boxes, so he’s impressed), turns his head to his right and sees a man glaring at his drink like the poor thing had killed everyone in his family.
“What’s that look for?” Porsche asks and the guy scowls even harder, if that’s possible.
“Someone was supposed to be here,” Frowny replies, “and he isn’t.”
Laughing, Porsche tosses back his drink.
“Night wasted then?”
The guy gives Porsche a long look and answers, “Maybe not completely wasted.”
The guy’s rich. Rich rich.
Porsche can practically smell it on him, even if the outfit involving a suit jacket hadn’t been a dead giveaway.
Normally that would be enough for Porsche to chase him off, but he’s actually hot and he’s got the look of a man who knows what he’s doing and tonight? Tonight, Porsche wants someone else to call the shots, even if it’s just for a few minutes.
Setting down the empty glass on the bar, Porsche takes the stranger’s hand to drag him out onto the dance floor.
“I’m Kinn,” the man says into Porsche’s ear as he grinds against Porsche’s ass, and oh, isn’t that a delightful surprise.
Porsche isn’t one to share his identity with just anyone, so he leans back and shouts, “Call me Phoenix.”
Kinn laughs, hand settling low on Porsche’s belly and holding him close so that he can feel the thick line of Kinn’s cock through the layers of material.
Which, yes, but no.
“Come on,” Porsche says, grabbing Kinn’s hand and dragging him across the dance floor. There’s a hidden washroom over there that most people don’t know about.
Last thing he wants is someone pounding on the door while he’s got someone’s hand on his dick.
It’s annoying.
———————————————————
“Phoenix huh?” Kinn asks before ducking his head to bite at Phoenix’s nipple, glad that the tight tank top had been the first thing to go.
He should be way more pissed about having missed Kim than he is, but what frustration there had been had evaporated with Phoenix’s shirt.
He can see the tattoo in the mirror and he caught the tail end of the fight earlier, knows Phoenix is at best a nickname.
“What does a man need to do to get you to tell him your real name?” Kinn teases at the skin below Phoenix’s belly button. He wants to bite marks into it, to make a treasure trail of his own.
Phoenix laughs.
“Impress me.”
It’s a challenge and one that Kinn is happy to meet.
Undoing Phoenix’s pants one handed, he uses his other hand to keep Phoenix’s head in place for a deep kiss.
He’s got his tongue inside of the other man’s mouth before he remembers that he doesn’t kiss.
Fuck it, he immediately decides. What’s that saying — in for a penny, in for a pound?
Phoenix groans as Kinn takes him out of his pants.
Kinn lets go of him, but only so that he can spit into his hand before wrapping it around Phoenix’s cock.
If he’d had any indication that the floors in this bathroom had been cleaned recently, he would have dropped to his knees to suck Phoenix off immediately.
Kinn’s mouth waters at the thought of teasing Phoenix. He probably takes beautifully to teasing, all breathy as his bravado abandons him, as he begs for Kinn to just let him come.
Fuck, there isn’t the time or the space here to do even a fraction of what Kinn wants to.
Nimble fingers undo his belt and trousers, then there’s a calloused hand on his cock as well and it’s Kinn’s turn to groan.
“Tighter,” he demands, breaking the kiss to do so. “As tight as your ass would be for me.”
A breath of laughter against his ear, then Phoenix’s grip tightens around him.
“What makes you think that my ass is tight?” Phoenix asks, nosing at Kinn’s jaw. “For all you know, I’ve taken cock all day.”
Kinn’s hand yanks Phoenix’s hair, pulling his head back.
“No,” he says, “you haven’t been fucked in a while. I bet he wasn’t even good.”
Phoenix moans.
“You’d fuck me good though, wouldn’t you?” he asks, taking his hand off Kinn long enough to lick his palm.
Nodding, Kinn mouths at the underside of Phoenix’s jaw.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Phoenix curses, “tighter,”
Kinn tightens his grip and speeds up for good measure.
He doesn’t realize that Phoenix has rucked up his shirt until he feels cum splash on his bare skin and Phoenix must see his surprise because he grins, smug through his own pleasure, and starts jerking Kinn off with purpose.
If it didn’t feel so good, Kinn might be tempted to wipe that look off of Phoenix’s face.
But it does feel good (better than it should for a rushed handjob in the bathroom of a warehouse) and then it’s his turn to moan, enjoying the harsher than usual grip and the soft little sigh that Phoenix lets out when he finally stops touching Kinn’s cock.
Kinn’s shirt is destroyed. There’s no salvaging it. Just the wrinkles would be bad enough, but Phoenix had made sure that both of them came on Kinn’s belly, and now he’s tugging the shirt down to cover it up as he licks into Kinn’s mouth once more.
And Kinn can’t bring himself to care.
As far as he’s concerned, he’ll bring Phoenix to the house and let the fighter get his cum on all of Kinn’s shirts.
So long as he’s willing to kiss Kinn as he does it.
And isn’t that a curveball?
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“You drop your shoulder.”
Kim turns away from the heavy bag only to see the Phoenix, of all people.
“What are you doing here?” he demands, already planning the quickest route to his bag. There’s a gun in the side pouch, but it’ll take valuable seconds to get to it. Can he risk taking this guy on without it?
The Phoenix rolls his eyes.
“I’m not the one who started showing up at a new time,” the man replies, leaning on the ropes. “I’m here pretty much every day at this time.”
Kim relaxes, but only slightly.
“I’m Porsche,” the Phoenix says, holding his hand out to Kim.
“Kim.”
Porsche’s hands feel much like his own, calloused in the same places.
“If we ever wound up fighting,” Porsche says after they both let go, “I’d take advantage of that.”
“We aren’t in the same weight class,” Kim reminds him, but that just gets a laugh.
“Weight class? Kid, we fight in empty swimming pools.”
“Who you calling kid?” Kim asks. “We’re the same age.”
“You can’t be older than twenty,” Porsche scoffs.
Bristling, Kim says, “I’m twenty-two.”
“Then I’ve got three years on you, nong.”
“Call me nong again and I’ll break your nose,” Kim warns. There are two people in the world who are allowed to call him that and he’s currently dodging calls from both of them.
Porsche just grins, like he normally does when he fights and Kim understands why his opponents are always so eager to wipe that look off his face.
“You fighting this weekend?” Porsche asks, hanging onto the ropes.
Kim nods. He’d just agreed to it, which was why he was here in the first place.
It’s been three weeks since the last time Kim fought and far too much of that time has been spent thinking about the boy that had turned him down. He’s not letting himself get too excited at the prospect that they might meet again. (He’s failing.)
“Me too. So I guess I’ll see you there,” Porsche says before taking off, grabbing a bag overflowing with stuff on his way out. He must come earlier for his workout, Kim realizes.
If he wants to avoid Porsche, he’ll have to come a little later.
Kim comes thirty minutes later for the rest of the week and manages not to see him again until Friday night rolls around and Kim spots him watching the fights.
They share a nod, but make no attempt to approach each other.
Kim’s fight is drawn out tonight. He’s restless and wants to play with his food, as Kinn might have said.
It feels good and when he wins, it feels better.
Rather than disappearing into the crowd, Kim sticks around to watch Porsche’s fight.
The Phoenix is fighting with extra vim tonight, though Kim isn’t sure why. He’s practically peacocking. The crowd loves it, and Kim can’t help but enjoy himself too.
Porsche isn’t just a good fighter, he’s a showman too. He knows how to drag out a fight - that’s why he’s usually in the big fights that Kim steers clear of, not wanting to draw too much attention.
It’s another win for the Phoenix, of course, and Kim’s on his way out when he catches sight of a face he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of.
The boy from the last fight is turning his head this way and that, like he’s looking for someone and hoping not to see them.
Interesting.
Is he trying to avoid Kim?
Deciding to risk it, Kim follows, hesitating only for a second when he sees someone grab the boy’s arm. He relaxes when the two of them laugh and bump shoulders though.
Friends.
“C’mon Chay, it’ll be fun!” the friend says just loud enough for Kim to hear.
But the boy, Chay, shakes his head. His answer is lost in the noise of the party, but all that matters is that his friend is turning and walking away, leaving Chay alone.
Armed with a name, Kim approaches.
He knows when Chay spots his approach, smile dimming a little.
Kim hopes that greeting him by name will be enough to bring it back.
Stepping into his space, Kim nods his head.
“Chay.”
The boy — Chay — grins just as big as Kim had hoped he would.
“Guess you found me out, huh,” Chay says and Kim steps closer to him.
“That mean we can go back to dancing?” Kim asks, looking Chay up and down slowly.
He’s dressed differently this time. Things are more fitted, Kim notes with satisfaction. Almost like he’d been dressing for someone when he picked out his clothing.
“I guess we can start there,” Chay replies, giving Kim an up and down in return, eyes lingering on Kim’s arm. “Are you okay?”
It takes Kim a second to realize what Chay’s talking about and in that time, Chay steps forward to touch the bruise on Kim’s shoulder.
“I’m okay,” Kim assures him, “although if you want to kiss it better…”
Chay’s laugh is loud and Kim wants to hear it again and again.
“How about we start with a dance,” Chay suggests, reaching out his hand to Kim, who takes it happily and guides Chay onto what has become the dance floor tonight.
It isn’t the kind of music that Kim likes, not in the slightest, but it’s good enough for dancing close to another person, which is exactly what he and Chay are doing.
Getting close.
There’s no feeling each other out like there was last time, Kim just slides his hand onto Chay’s belly and pulls until Chay’s pressed against him.
It’s less dancing and more just swaying as one song melts into the next. Kim isn’t even sure if they’re moving in time with the beat anymore. They might be.
It doesn’t matter.
They’re moving in time with each other.
——————————————————
Rich Boy’s back, wearing another fucking suit to a post-fight warehouse party. He’s lingering near the door this time, clearly still looking for whoever Porsche had distracted him from catching the last time.
Porsche is certain that if he didn’t have those guards at his back, Kinn would have already been robbed at least twice tonight.
It’s a good thing he’s pretty.
Kinn catches sight of him and his Resting Scowl Face slowly morphs into a smile.
“Did you win tonight?” Kinn asks.
Porsche grins, stepping closer to the other man.
“What do you think?” he returns.
Laughing, Kinn grips his jaw and holds him in place.
Kinn leans in, lips hovering just over Porsche’s mouth.
“I think that my Phoenix won tonight,” he says, lips brushing Porsche until suddenly Kinn’s pressing Porsche into the wall and it’s all Porsche can do not to just drop to his knees and suck the man off right there.
It’s unbelievably hot to be manhandled like this.
Sure, he isn’t putting up a fight and if he did, he had a good chance of winning, but Kinn can move him like his weight is insubstantial.
And he’d just called Porsche his Phoenix.
Porsche moans into Kinn’s mouth.
“You like that, huh, Phoenix?”
It bugs him, hearing a different name, so he gasps out, “It’s Porsche,” and then does his best to meld his face to Kinn’s.
This lasts nowhere near long enough before Kinn pulls back.
“Wait, wait,” Kinn groans, “not here.”
Porsche nods.
“There’s a back room —“
“No,” Kinn says, gripping Porsche’s jaw. “What I want from you needs more than a wall.”
“Yeah?”
Kinn nods Porsche’s head.
“So come along. I didn’t get a chance to play with your ass last time,” Kinn says.
That sounds good. Very good.
“And I want to fuck you,” the bastard keeps going, “like you deserve to be fucked.”
Which should probably worry Porsche, considering he’s never actually let anyone put their dick inside of him.
But that is entirely irrelevant because Kinn’s grinding his cock against Porsche’s and all Porsche can do is think about what it might feel like when the thing stretching him open is real, warm, not just silicone.
“Uh huh,” Porsche agrees, letting Kinn lead him outside.
And of course he’s got a nice car.
He’s got a nice car with someone in a suit standing watch over it because this is a shitty neighbourhood.
“Would you like a driver, Khun Kinn?” the suit asks, clearly doubting Kinn’s ability to untangle from Porsche long enough to drive them anywhere.
“No, Pete,” Kinn says, “we’re good.”
He sounds way too put together and that seems unfair.
So Porsche improvises and starts to undo Kinn’s pants.
“Fuck!” Kinn yelps when Porsche’s hand curls around him.
Kinn yanks Porsche’s hand out and holding his wrist, leans close.
“Do I need to tie you up for the drive home or are you going to behave yourself?” Kinn hisses and oh fuck.
Porsche whimpers, grinding against Kinn’s thigh.
Kinn’s grin is vicious.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks into Porsche’s mouth before pressing a biting kiss to it. “We’ll try that another night though. I want you to behave.”
“Fuck you,” Porsche mutters, annoyed.
“No, I’m going to fuck you, unless you cause trouble,” Kinn replies. “I can’t very well suck your cock if we get into a car accident, can I?”
No, he cannot.
Porsche goes limp and Kinn’s answering smile is much more gentle than the last one.
“Now get in the car,” he instructs, giving Porsche a little nudge towards the passenger’s side.
———————————————————————————————
Kim slips his fingers under the hem of Chay’s shirt, kisses Chay’s neck.
“You gonna come home with me this time?” he asks.
Chay tilts his head back, letting it rest on Kim’s shoulder.
“Now, why would I do that?” he asks in a teasing tone.
Kim curls his fingers in the waistband of Chay’s pants and murmurs, “I don’t think you want an audience for this next part, although if you do, I’m not adverse.”
His hand is dislodged as Chay turns in his hold.
“What do you want to do to me?” Chay’s eyes are dancing with the reflections of the pulsing lights overhead.
Kim grins at Chay a second before he traps him against the wall. He sees Chay’s eyes widen, not having realized where they were. Kim pauses to see if Chay’s uncomfortable, but instead he gets pulled in for a kiss.
“Want to get you naked,” Kim says when he pulls back for a moment. “Touch you all over.”
“And what am I doing?” Chay asks, tightening his grip on the back of Kim’s neck. “Just lying there and taking it?”
Shaking his head, Kim kisses Chay again.
“Want you to touch me back,” he hesitates, “if that’s what you want.”
Chay nods, nose brushing against the tip of Kim’s as he does.
“I want.”
Kim’s heart beats a little faster at those words, at the reassurance that Chay wants him too.
He’s leaning in again when Chay frowns.
“What’s wrong?”
Chay’s focus isn’t on him anymore — he’s reaching into his back pocket to pull his phone free.
“Just a sec,” he tells Kim, unlocking it.
“Ah fuck,” he mutters and as soon as he looks up at Kim, Kim knows that their night is at an end, “my friend, he’s —“
Kim slowly lets go of Chay.
“Is he okay?”
Chay nods.
“Just puking in the alleyway,” Chay says. “I’d better get him home before he passes out though.”
“Do you need any help?” Kim offers. Maybe he can get Chay and his friend home and then —
“No!” Chay rushes to say.
“No,” he says again, more calmly. “He’s supposed to be at my house and the last thing I need is one of the busybodies in the neighbourhood spotting you.”
Kim jerks back.
“Oh, not like that!” Chay goes on, then presses a hand to his head and groans. “My brother will do the whole ‘I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed’ and then he’ll probably break your legs.”
“He can try,” Kim replies instinctively.
Chay just laughs, nodding at Kim like he thinks Kim has just said something cute.
“I’ll see you around, Kim.”
Chay leans in to kiss Kim on the cheek, but Kim is perfectly fine with playing dirty, so he turns his head to make sure the kiss lands on his lips.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Kim promises.
Then Chay is slipping away again and there’s nothing keeping Kim here.
His condo feels quieter than usual when he gets home.
For once, Kim wishes it wasn’t so silent.
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“Fuck, Porsche,” Kinn groans as he starts to tug at Porsche’s rim and the way that Porsche keens makes Kinn want to fill his mouth.
As soon as they’d reached the compound, Porsche had been riling him up. The elevator ride had been torture, Porsche’s hand rubbing Kinn through his pants and asking Kinn what he was going to do once they got upstairs.
“Couldn’t have done this against a wall?” Porsche asks with a grin. He’s been egging Kinn on all night and Kinn wants to make him lose his ability to think.
So Kinn does what he does best and he presses the advantage.
Yanking his fingers out, he lines up the tip of his cock with Porsche’s hole and rubs it up and down.
He means to tease Porsche with the promise of fucking him like this, but Porsche is incapable of letting Kinn control things, it seems, because Porsche grabs his cock and presses.
Porsche’s hole opens up for him and Kinn needs to actively hold himself back not to thrust all the way in. His hand drops to the bed to hold himself up.
Moaning, Porsche clenches around him then starts to jerk him off.
Kinn’s eyes roll back into his head.
“There you go,” Porsche practically coos at him as he strokes Kinn’s cock while squeezing around the head.
He wants to push all the way inside, but now Porsche’s hand is in the way.
“Just the tip tonight, is that it?” he taunts. “Need more time to get used to me?”
Reaching down, Kinn starts to rub around Porsche’s rim where it’s stretched around him.
“Is that it?”
“What was it you said last time?” Porsche asks. “You wanted my hand to squeeze you as tight as my ass would?”
Kinn nods.
“Should I have squeezed tighter?”
Porsche does just that and Kinn groans, trying to push in a little further.
“Let me fuck you,” he begs.
“I can make you feel so good,” he promises.
Porsche kisses him, but doesn’t let Kinn in any further.
“You could come like this, couldn’t you?” Porsche taunts.
Kinn probably could, but he doesn’t want to.
“Please, Porsche,” he groans, staring right into Porsche’s eyes. He watches as the amusement fades, replaced with something different.
Hunger, Kinn thinks.
“How badly do you want it?” Porsche asks.
Kinn wonders if Porsche is unused to hearing how much he’s wanted, perhaps too used to being taken for granted.
That just won’t do.
He leans in, startling Porsche slightly.
“You’re in my bed,” Kinn tells him. “I don’t let people into my bed. There’s another bedroom in this house, another bed, that’s where I fuck them.”
It’s true. He doesn’t trust people with the knowledge of where his bedroom is very often. Big is probably having a conniption outside about the fact that Kinn brought Porsche to his room.
Porsche’s eyes have widened a little and Kinn starts to rock his hips ever so slightly.
“I want to fuck you here so that tomorrow night I can remember what your moans sound like muffled in my pillow,” Kinn says. “What do you want, Porsche? I’ll give you anything, just let me fuck you.”
“Oh,” Porsche breathes.
“Do you want that?” Kinn asks.
Porsche nods.
“Let go and I’ll take care of you, Porsche,” Kinn promises, rubbing the tip of his nose over Porsche’s cheek.
The hand on his cock falls away and Kinn doesn’t hesitate before sinking all of the way in.
“Oh fuck!” Porsche wails, his head going back and exposing the line of his throat.
Kinn, meanwhile, is hyperventilating because it feels very, very, very good to be inside Porsche.
To distract himself, he bites at Porsche’s neck, then down down down to firm pecs.
By the time he’s licking at a tight nipple, Porsche is wiggling in his lap.
Groaning, Kinn shifts so that he’s not bent over any longer and starts to move with Porsche.
“Good?” he asks, reaching in between them to fist Porsche’s cock.
Porsche nods.
It’s not quite the right angle and Kinn wants to make sure that Porsche never, ever forgets how good Kinn can make him feel.
So Kinn rolls his hips and presses Porsche’s leg to the side.
The sound Porsche makes when Kinn finally hits him just right is almost like a hiccup. Even Porsche seems shocked — both by the sound and the sensation.
“There?” Kinn asks needlessly, already repeating the movement.
“Yes,” Porsche gasps.
Kinn strokes Porsche faster, using his thumb to rub at the head of Porsche’s cock, to press against the slit.
Porsche’s mouth falls open and he can’t seem to close it as he stares up at Kinn, clutching at the sheets. His legs have tightened around Kinn, he’s close.
Despite wanting nothing more than to draw it out, Kinn also wants Porsche to come back to his bed, so he gives Porsche’s body just what it needs to fall over the edge.
“Ah!” It’s a breathy little sound, followed by several more as Kinn grinds against him, still jerking his cock. “I’m — Kinn —“
“That’s it, Porsche,” Kinn murmurs in encouragement. “I want to see you.”
Porsche is biting his lower lip like he’s trying to stay quiet.
“I want to hear you,” Kinn demands.
The lip is released, even redder now.
“Come on,” Kinn says, “come on, baby.”
Porsche is squirming under him like he’s considering bucking up, so Kinn lets go of Porsche’s leg, using it to press down on his sternum.
At the sudden pressure, Porsche’s eyes widen and he moans beautifully right before he comes all over himself.
——————————————————————————————
Porsche can feel Kinn still fucking him as he floats pleasantly in his post-orgasmic haze.
His rhythm is gone, merely chasing his own peak now as he pounds into Porsche like it’s a competition.
“Fuck!” Kinn shouts and then —
Oh fuck, that’s cum filling him as Kinn moans, a grin spreading over his face.
It’s hot as hell, all of it, and if Porsche hadn’t just come, he would be now.
Then Kinn is done, nosing at Porsche’s neck and licking at his sweat as Porsche regains a little bit of sanity.
Porsche groans. He’s an idiot. He just let a stranger fuck him bare.
“You ass,” Porsche mumbles.
Kinn makes a questioning hum.
“Couldn’t have used a fucking condom?”
There’s a moment of silence and then Kinn bolts upright, looking down between them in surprise as he pulls out.
Porsche whimpers at the sudden emptiness.
“Oh fuck,” Kinn mutters to himself. “Fuck, Porsche, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I always use condoms and I get tested regularly. I’m clean.”
Porsche flicks the side of Kinn’s head.
“And what if I wasn’t?” he grumbles.
Kinn winces, but lowers himself down next to Porsche.
“We’ll get bloodwork done later,” Kinn says. Then a moment later, he adds, “Wanna come inside of you again.”
Groaning, Porsche rolls onto his side to face away from Kinn.
All Kinn does is laugh and press himself tightly against Porsche’s back.
“You liked it,” Kinn murmurs into his ear before kissing the back of his neck.
He had, but he’s still going to kick Kinn’s ass for being irresponsible.
Later.
When he’s not feeling all fuzzy and warm.
The next thing that Porsche knows, there’s bright, early morning sunlight falling on his back.
Rubbing his face against his pillow, he freezes.
This isn’t his pillow case.
“Good morning, Porsche.”
He opens his eyes to see Kinn, a wide grin on his face.
Porsche groans and pulls the pillow over his head.
There’s dried cum all over his thighs and Porsche whimpers. He really should have cleaned that up before he fell asleep.
“This is your fault,” he tells Kinn. “You made a mess.”
“I did. I’m sorry,” Kinn says, sounding not even a little bit repentant. “Come on then, we’ll get you cleaned up.”
Porsche shakes his head. He doesn’t want to get up.
Kinn sets his hand on Porsche’s ass and squeezes.
“Get in the shower and I’ll lick you until you cry.”
That gets the pillow off his head.
“Promise?” Porsche asks.
Kinn nods.
“Fine.”
——————————————————
Kim frowns at the way Porsche is moving as he enters the gym. He hadn’t taken any bad hits the night before.
“What’s wrong with you?” Kim asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “I saw your fight.”
Porsche grins, wiggling his eyebrows, and Kim relaxes, able to guess where this is going.
“You saw my fight, but you didn’t see my fight,” he replies. “Fuck, the dick was good, my friend.”
Kim chokes on a sip of water.
“And the mouth,” Porsche carries on cheerfully as he slaps Kim on the back. “I might marry him.”
Coughing, Kim rearranges everything that he knows about Porsche.
He’d made an assumption or two about the man that seemed to be very, very wrong. Like him being the one putting his dick into people.
Not that Kim has thought about his dick.
“If the dick was that good, why are you here?” Kim asks.
Porsche groans, lowering himself onto the bench to lie down.
“Because if I’m here, I can at least pretend that I’m training,” he sighs. “And why do you look like a storm cloud? C’mon, tell phi.”
Kim kicks him in the thigh, but drops to the ground on the mat.
“Things were going well with this guy I’ve been,” fuck, what has he been doing with Chay, “seeing. It was going somewhere last night, but his phone rang and he had to go get his friend who was dumb enough to get sick.”
“Someone’s got blue balls,” Porsche sing songs.
Kim stares up at the ceiling.
Yeah, that’s true, but it’s more like —
“I was having a good time with him,” he says. “Not just the physical stuff. I want to get to know him.”
“Aww,” Porsche coos. “Does he know that?”
“I didn’t get a chance to ask for his number,” Kim admits.
“Poor baby. Think you’ll see him again?” Porsche asks.
Kim thinks about the wink that Chay had given him before he left.
“Yeah,” he says. “What about yours? Was it a one time thing?”
Porsche laughs.
“Nope, already hooked up with him more than once,” Porsche replies. “But, I might make him take me to dinner next time. He’s bougie.”
“Make him take you somewhere fancy then,” Kim suggests. “Order expensive wine. Tell him to take you to Cartier.”
The flick against the side of Kim’s head makes him wince.
“Ow!”
“If I was going to get him to buy me something, it would be a Ducati,” Porsche informs him. “In red.”
Kim isn’t surprised by the colour choice. Porsche is all fire — quick and vicious, but just as capable of lighting the way or warming you up.
“Make sure he gets you all the bells and whistles,” Kim says.
“Of course,” Porsche agrees, “what kind of fool do you take me for?”
Kim’s laughter gets him a kick in the side, but it’s somehow affectionate and he doesn’t really mind.
———————————————————
Another Friday night, another fight that Kim wins.
Kinn watches from the shadows, hiding how pleased he is to see that Kim has stopped dropping his shoulder and telegraphing his moves.
To his surprise, Kim doesn’t disappear right away and settles in to watch the next fight between Porsche and a man referred to as the Dragon.
The name makes Kinn snort under his breath.
Porsche’s fight is more drawn out, but then again, it’s the main draw. Both of the fighters know that a short fight is bad for business.
But it’s Porsche standing victorious at the end and for some reason, Kinn feels just as pleased about this as he had about his brother.
Fuck, his brother.
Kim’s disappeared from the ringside, so Kinn withdraws from the makeshift arena to wait by Kim’s bike.
He’s leaning against his car, texting Tay to say that no, he isn’t going to wear loafers to dinner next week, what kind of idiot did Tay think he was, when someone says, “Well look who it is.”
Kinn lifts his head and sees Porsche approaching the car. All plans to waylay Kim are immediately abandoned in favour of hooking his fingers in the waistband of Porsche’s jeans and pulling him into a kiss.
“You look fucking delectable,” Kinn tells him.
Porsche bites his bottom lip.
“I’m sweaty,” he complains. “All I can do here is just a wipe down.”
He is sweaty, but Kinn doesn’t mind. In fact, he’s enjoying it.
“Good thing I have a shower then,” Kinn says as he slides his fingers lower so that they’re just touching Porsche’s cock.
“Do you?” Porsche asks. “What am I gonna owe you to use it?”
Kinn kisses him.
“I get to wash your back.”
Laughing, Porsche hooks his hand around the back of Kinn’s neck and pulls him into a deeper kiss.
——————————————
Kim could have sworn that he’d spotted one of Kinn’s cars earlier, but it’s nowhere in sight, so he lets himself relax and get pulled along to the afterparty.
He’s rewarded for that almost immediately when he spots a familiar smile out of the corner of his eye.
Chay’s laughing at something someone has said, shaking his head as he does. He hasn’t spotted Kim yet, his head tipped back slightly, but when he lowers it again, his eyes come to rest just right.
His smile widens.
Kim approaches a grinning Chay.
“You came back,” Kim says.
Chay nods, reaching out to snag the front of Kim’s shirt.
“Had to, didn’t I?” Chay nods towards the person he’d been talking to. “See you later!”
The girl rolls her eyes, but waves and disappears into the crowd.
“Hi,” Kim says.
“Hi.”
They stare at each other for a beat. Kim’s about to ask if Chay wants something to drink when Chay breaks their staring contest.
“Let’s go back to your place,” Chay says, his eyes hot.
Kim nods, taking Chay’s hand in his to lead the way to his bike.
He’s tempted to stop every few steps to kiss Chay, but his thoughts are fixed on getting Chay back to his condo.
The longer they’re here, the higher the chances that someone will pull Chay away.
Chay whistles when they get to the bike.
“I may not know a lot about motorcycles,” Chay says, “but my brother’s into them and I know that this is expensive.”
Kim pulls the helmet out and holds it out to Chay.
“Put this on.”
“It’ll fuck up my hair,” Chay complains, but he takes it.
Kim immediately likes the way that Chay’s arms settle tightly around his middle.
“You good?”
Chay nods and Kim turns the key.
He doesn’t normally drive with a passenger, so it takes him a moment to remember how to do it, but Chay’s clearly been on the back of a bike before, relaxing into Kim and letting him control the ride.
He almost wishes that it took longer to get home.
Almost.
“You live here?” Chay asks once they’ve pulled into the underground parking and Kim’s helping him off. His eyes narrow. “You don’t make that kind of money from the fights.”
“Uh, no,” Kim admits. “My family has some properties.”
Chay snorts.
“My family has some properties,” he repeats with a mocking tone. “Okay then, rich boy.”
Kim takes his hand to walk to the elevator.
“You even commented on my bike,” Kim says, a little confused about why this would be a surprise.
“Yeah,” Chay sighs, “I just thought you were a dumbass who spent all of his money on an expensive motorbike and lived in a glorified shoebox.”
He can’t help it, Kim laughs out loud at that.
“And you were into that?” he asks.
“No,” Chay shakes his head, “I’m into you. I was willing to tolerate that.”
“Well then you should be happy that I’m not that dumb,” Kim says, tapping Chay’s chin and pulling him into the elevator, slapping the PH button.
“Penthouse?” Chay asks.
“You want to talk about my place or let me kiss you?” Kim asks.
Chay pretends to think about it, so Kim answers for him and leans in to kiss him.
It’s the first time that their lips have touched tonight and it’s just as exciting as it was last time.
Kim slides his arms around Chay’s slim waist and pulls him close.
There’s the soft bell that alerts them they’ve arrived on the penthouse floor, but they’re too caught up. They don’t move until the door starts to close again and Kim pulls away long enough to stick his leg out and block the door from closing.
Chay laughs, but lets Kim tug him out of the elevator.
It’s a struggle to get the door open with Chay pressing little kisses to Kim’s shoulder, but he manages it somehow.
“Nice place,” Chay says, not looking around at all, just holding onto Kim and stroking at the back of his neck.
“Uh huh,” Kim agrees.
He flicks on the set of lights in the kitchen. They’re bright, but on the other side of the condo, so what makes it to them is just soft. It forms a halo behind Chay’s head and makes Kim think of some of the paintings he’d seen at a gallery with his mother and brothers.
Martyrs, their guide had said, gesturing to people looking up towards the sky beatifically, heads aglow, as the world below tore them apart.
No one is tearing Chay apart though. He’s whole and kind and —
“Beautiful,” Kim says as he leans in for a kiss. “You’re so gorgeous.”
Chay moans, sliding his fingers into Kim’s hair and tugging out the elastic that’s keeping it up in a bun.
“You’re gorgeous,” Chay responds, but he says it like he’s correcting Kim rather than adding his own comment.
Kim pulls away and glares at him.
“You are so fucking hot,” he tells Chay.
“I’m cute,” Chay replies and Kim can’t let this stand.
He hoists Chay up and feels long legs wrap around his hips right before he pins Chay to the wall.
“You,” Kim says, “are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my whole life.”
Chay’s cheeks are red and he can’t make eye contact.
Rocking against Chay, Kim groans.
“Feel that?” he murmurs into Chay’s ear. “How badly I want you? I never go to those fucking parties, you know. But I keep going because I want to see you.”
Chay pulls Kim’s mouth back to his.
“Want to know a secret?” Chay whispers into his ear. “I don’t go to them either.”
That makes Kim pull back to stare at him.
“Really?”
Chay nods.
It fills him with warmth, knowing that Chay came back for him.
He wants Chay in a bed.
Adjusting his hold on Chay’s ass, he steps away from the wall to carry him down the hall.
“Oh,” Chay nearly purrs, running his hands over Kim’s shoulders and biceps.
Kim preens at Chay’s reaction, flexing slightly.
“Very impressive,” Chay tells him as Kim shoulders the bedroom door open.
“Yeah, the view’s nice,” Kim teases.
“Haha,” Chay fake laughs, leaning in to kiss him again.
Reaching the bed, Kim lifts a knee onto it, eventually lowering Chay onto his back.
“Can I suck you off?” he asks.
Hands at his collarbone push him away and Kim pulls back, suddenly worried that he’s overdone it.
“You want to do that?” Chay asks.
Kim nods.
Chay shivers, then lifts himself up and pulls his shirt off. He’s starting on his belt when Kim bats his hands away to do it.
Golden skin is stretched taut over lean muscle and Kim wants to see it glow in the sunlight. He’ll have to convince Chay to stay so that they can do this again in the morning.
He tugs Chay’s pants and underwear down.
If he’d thought that Chay was pretty clothed, he’s absolutely gorgeous bare.
Detouring to the bedside table to grab a condom, Kim curls a hand around Chay’s cock to start stroking.
“One day I wanna swallow,” Kim tells him as he thumbs the tip. “Bet you taste sweet.”
Chay flushes as Kim opens the condom.
“Wait.”
Kim freezes.
“Can you take your clothes off too?”
Kim hadn’t even realized that he was still dressed, so caught up in looking at Chay.
Shifting off the bed, Kim strips with Chay’s eyes on him the whole time.
“Better?” Kim asks when he’s naked.
Chay’s eyes are on his cock and he licks his lips, seemingly without noticing.
Which, yes.
Kim wants to feel Chay’s mouth on him too, but he’s on a mission.
“Something doesn’t feel good, just tell me, okay?” Kim rolls the condom down Chay’s cock.
“Yeah,” Chay agrees with a sigh.
His first gesture is a barely there lick, but as much as he’d like to tease, that’s not for tonight. That’s for after he’s already had Chay, when the initial rush to touch and kiss and fuck has been burned through.
Kim takes Chay all the way down, fighting back his gag reflex as he listens to Chay’s non-stop moans.
“Oh fuck, Kim,” Chay gasps.
Kim loves getting sloppy head. Loves it when there’s spit and noise, when his partner doesn’t get a chance to swallow and it drips down their chin and he can lick it up.
And unless his partner tells him otherwise, he tends to do the same for them.
“Fuck, fuck, Kim,” Chay starts pulling at his hair.
Moaning around the cock in his mouth, Kim looks up at Chay through his eyelashes.
Chay’s head is thrown back, neck looking long and very biteable.
Kim’s an adrenaline junkie, as Tankhun has affectionately called him. A reckless ingrate, as Kinn has said, usually before doing something far kinder than Kim deserves.
He lives for the moment before the parachute blooms above him when there’s nothing below and the slightest chance that something will go wrong, that he won’t be able to slow his descent.
The moment when a punch hits and he can’t breathe, solar plexus spasming and he doesn’t know if this is it.
It’s when he’s the most alive.
But as he looks up at Chay, Kim has the briefest flash of knowing.
Chay’s better than all of that and ten times as dangerous.
“I’m gonna —“ Chay’s gasping and Kim wants nothing more than to see that, so he keeps going until Chay loses it with a moaned “Kim” and a sob.
Kim takes care of the condom, making sure that some part of him is touching Chay at all times.
He’s about to kiss Chay again, maybe start suggesting ways that they can take care of Kim together when Chay speaks up.
“I suppose that now is the time to tell you that I’ve never done this.”
Kim stares at Chay.
Chay flushes and moves to roll away, but Kim puts his hand on the bed next to Chay’s head.
“When you say this, which part do you mean?”
“You’re the second person I’ve ever kissed,” Chay admits. “And with the other person, it never went further than that.”
Fuck.
Kim nods.
“Has this been okay so far?” Kim asks him, moving his hand to touch Chay’s hair. “Have I pressured you or —“
“No!” Chay grabs Kim’s shoulders. “No, you haven’t pressured me. It’s been great. Really, really great.”
Smiling, Kim kisses Chay.
“Yeah?”
Chay nods.
“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and then for me to disappoint you.”
“You couldn’t,” Kim assures him. “Nothing about you could disappoint me, but I am glad that you told me. I don’t want you to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.”
Chay is biting his lower lip.
“Could you —“
Kim waits.
“Maybe you could jerk off on me?”
Fuck. Yes.
Kim kisses Chay again, wrapping a hand around himself.
He’s not going to last long. Between the fight and Chay, he’s been on edge all night.
So it isn’t a surprise when he’s coming a moment later, staring into wide eyes as Chay’s hand joins his own.
Kim groans and gasps, fisting the pillow with his other hand as they stroke him through it.
“Good?” Chay asks when he’s done and Kim laughs.
—————————————
Porsche is flexible.
And loud.
“Right there,” Porsche moans.
Kinn has him bent in half, knees up at his ears, just taking everything that Kinn gives him.
He doesn’t think sex has ever been this acrobatic before, even when he’d been fucking a gymnast regularly during high school.
Something about Porsche invites it though and Kinn isn’t going to complain.
“Right there?” Kinn asks, grinding in place. From the way that Porsche’s lashes flutter shut and his hole tightens, the answer is yes. “I want to watch you squirm on a massager, I think.”
Porsche whimpers.
“You ever used one?”
Porsche shakes his head.
Kinn is half tempted to pull out right now and demand that someone go find one for him, he doesn’t care what fucking time it is, just to watch Porsche shake apart, sobbing.
“It’ll feel so good,” he promises. “I’ll get one for you, okay? For next time.”
“Next time?” Porsche’s hand comes to Kinn’s neck. “Is there going to be one?”
He gives a vicious grind.
“I’d like to see you try to get away from me,” Kinn laughs. “Bet you’d be calling me up in forty-eight hours begging for me to split you open again.”
Porsche bites his lip, tilts his head back.
“Awfully cocky for a guy who hasn’t made me come yet.”
“You don’t remember last time?” Kinn asks.
Grinning, Porsche pinches the back of Kinn’s neck.
“Counter resets to zero,” he groans.
Kinn pulls out, letting go of Porsche.
“What?” Porsche unfolds with a yelp. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Maybe I’m not looking for someone who’s interested in just lying back and taking it,” Kinn remarks, even though that is something he is very much interested in, especially if it’s Porsche.
Would Kinn have to tie Porsche down to get him to be still?
That thought is intriguing.
Porsche scowls at him, shoving Kinn onto his back and straddling him.
“Lying back and taking it, huh?” Porsche hisses, grabbing Kinn’s cock and holding it in place so that he can sink down. “Should have known you’d be lazy, rich boy.”
Mostly to rile Porsche up further, Kinn puts his hands behind his head and cocks an eyebrow.
“Well?”
Porsche scratches his chest at the same time that he starts to ride Kinn.
Hard.
“Oh fuck,” Kinn gasps, grabbing Porsche’s hips.
“That what you wanted?” Porsche asks. “You wanted me to do the work huh?”
Kinn’s jaw tightens.
“Can’t do it yourself,” Porsche taunts. “Just want someone to bounce on your cock and make you come. Typical of guys like you, always —“
Kinn rolls them so that Porsche is on his back again.
“Cocky little shit,” Kinn snaps as he starts to pound into Porsche.
Moaning, Porsche clutches the pillow that his head has ended up on. He loves being manhandled, although he won’t admit it to Kinn, not yet at least.
So Kinn holds him in place so that he’s getting hit at just the right angle.
“Fuck, Kinn,” he gasps, “I wanna come. Touch me.”
Kinn shakes his head.
“You’ve got hands.”
Porsche stares up at him with wide eyes and bites his lip.
“Unless you want to try to have an orgasm like this,” Kinn offers, grinding just right to make Porsche’s lashes flutter. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
That does it and Porsche manages to unclench one of his hands long enough to wrap it around his cock. He’s flushed, lips bitten red, an absolute vision.
“That’s it,” Kinn encourages him with a laugh that cuts off when Porsche clenches around him.
“Want you to come too,” Porsche demands.
Kinn nods. He can do that. He will do that.
“Porsche,” he moans as he sees Porsche’s hand speed up. “C’mon.”
There’s a little whimper as Porsche tightens his legs around Kinn, reducing his range of motion, but Kinn’s fine with that because Porsche’s back arches, head digging into the pillow, and he starts to come.
Porsche strokes himself through it, moaning, “Kinn Kinn Kinn.”
He’s seconds away himself as Porsche’s eyes, hazy now, come back to him.
Kinn watches in fascination as Porsche sets his hand on top of his cum-covered belly and presses down.
“Feel so fucking full already,” Porsche groans. “Want you to fill me up like last time.”
If Kinn were completely in his right mind, he would be more concerned about how easily he’s been fucking Porsche bare, but it’s like every time Porsche is even in his vicinity, Kinn loses his head.
“I will,” he promises. “Gonna give you all the cum you want.”
“Yes,” Porsche hisses.
It’s a matter of seconds before Kinn loses it and does as he’s just promised.
Even though Porsche has just come, he’s moaning like he’s going to again as Kinn spills inside of him.
The come down is slow and hazy, spent with his tongue in Porsche’s mouth, softening cock still inside Porsche’s ass. When he finally slips out, he reaches down to finger his cum back inside.
“Never met a guy as obsessed with his own cum as you,” Porsche groans.
Kinn smacks the side of his ass and not gently.
The answering yelp is gratifying.
“I’m pretty sure that you were begging me to fill you up,” Kinn reminds him, kissing Porsche’s cheek.
Shoving Kinn away, Porsche rolls onto his belly.
“I have to go train in the morning,” he whines. “The guys are never gonna let this go.”
Kinn tenses.
“Oh?” he asks.
“I was supposed to make you take me to dinner this time,” Porsche whines and Kinn relaxes again at that. He likes the idea that Porsche talks about him to other people, that other people know how good he makes Porsche feel.
“You want to go to dinner?” Kinn asks, setting his hand on Porsche’s back. The only answer is a hum, which he takes to mean yes. “How about breakfast?”
“I’ll accept breakfast,” Porsche agrees. “But I do expect dinner one night.”
Kinn likes the sound of that.
“How about Friday?”
“I have a fight,” Porsche tells him. “It would have to be a very late dinner.”
“I’m good with that,” Kinn replies.
“Now,” Porsche says, “I’m pretty sure I was lured here with the promise of a shower.”
Humming, Kinn leans in for a kiss.
“You were,” he agrees, “and you said you’d let me wash your back.”
“If you think I’m not making you wash everywhere, you’re delusional,” Porsche says. “I’m exhausted.”
“Fine,” Kinn agrees. “I’ll do the work.”
——————————————————
Chay starts to wiggle towards the edge of the bed, but then an arm wraps around his hips and hauls him back against Kim.
“Hope you aren’t intending to sneak out on me,” Kim mumbles.
“Nope,” Chay lies.
“Because I would have had to chase you down again and I would have really embarrassed you when I came running down the street after you, completely naked, shouting your name.”
Laughing, Chay turns so that he’s facing Kim.
“You wouldn’t.”
Kim lets go of Chay and opens one eye.
“Be my guest and go ahead, try me.”
Chay relaxes against Kim’s side.
“Good choice,” Kim teases. “Now I can make you pancakes.”
“Yeah?” Chay asks. “You can cook?”
Kim’s smile comes slowly.
“I can cook,” he says. “Do you think I eat takeout all the time?”
“I don’t know!” Chay replies, flushing.
“And I’ll have you know that I make great pancakes.”
They are terrible pancakes.
Or, they’re decent for what they are, but Kim is the kind of guy who thinks that you should make healthy pancakes.
He doesn’t even have anything to put on top of them.
“Stop giving me that look!” Kim tells him, halfway through his own stack.
Chay reaches out and pats the top of his head.
“I’m going to make you real pancakes when you stay at my place,” Chay says, only to freeze when he realizes what he said.
Kim blinks.
“Your place?” he repeats. “Is that an invitation?”
Realizing what he’s done, Chay flushes.
“That’s presumptuous, I shouldn’t have —“
“Because I’m free this week,” Kim goes on. “If it is an invitation.”
“Oh!” Chay grins. “Yeah?”
Kim looks delightfully self-conscious as he nods and Chay wonders if maybe this isn’t something Kim does very often — share space with someone, have a conversation over breakfast.
Chay’s used to it — he and Porsche can talk a mile a minute when the mood strikes them, though Porsche hasn’t been around the past few weekends and during the week he usually sleeps in because he doesn’t get back from the bar until late.
Shit, Porsche.
How does he introduce Kim to Porsche?
Hey, you know how you told me not to come to your fights? Well I’ve been doing it anyways and I’ve been hooking up with — Porsche, stop trying to murder Kim.
That plan will take some work.
“Maybe not this week,” Chay says. “I have class.”
Kim blinks in surprise.
“What are you studying?”
“I’m studying to become a nurse,” Chay says, “although I’m taking some stuff in the music faculty when I can fit it into my schedule.”
“Yeah?” Kim smiles at him. “I play guitar.”
“Me too!” Chay looks around the apartment. “Do you not have one right now?”
Kim laughs and stands up.
“C’mon,” he crooks a finger, “lemme show you something.”
Chay follows him down the hall past the bedroom towards a door that Chay had assumed was a supply closet or maybe a guest bedroom.
It’s not a guest bedroom.
It’s a soundproofed studio. Inside Kim’s condo.
“How rich are you?” Chay demands.
Kim clearly wasn’t expecting that reaction.
“I —“ Kim stammers. “I don’t know?”
Chay is tempted to reach over and slap the stunned look off Kim’s face because who doesn’t know how much money they have! Ludicrously wealthy people is who. Porsche is going to hate Kim.
————————————————————————
“You look less gloomy than usual,” Porsche says when he walks in and sees Kim. As soon as he’s finished saying it, he gasps. “Did you meet up with your boy?”
Kim nods, flushing at the idea of Chay being his.
“Someone got some last night huh?” Porsche teases, poking him in the shoulder.
Kim doesn’t deny it.
“Welcome to the club,” Porsche says, slinging an arm around him.
“What, did Daddy Warbucks bend you in half again last night?” Kim shoves Porsche away.
“Fuck, yes he did,” Porsche’s expression turns dreamy. “Like physically in half. And he never fucking shuts up, so he’s always saying shit like how he’s gonna get me toys and tie me to his bed, how he wants to keep me full.”
Kim catches Porsche’s shiver and chuckles. He’s never really had this before, someone to just…chat with about this stuff.
“He knows that if he’s trying to knock someone up, he’s barking up the wrong tree, right?”
Porsche laughs.
“If anyone could do it, it would K —“
“Hey!”
They both turn their heads to see the guy that’s usually next to Porsche at his fights.
“Less chatting, more working out!”
“Fuck you, Jom!” Porsche yells back, giving him the finger.
But their conversation tapers off in favour of starting their routines.
Kim feels a familiar calm spread over him as he warms up.
His morning with Chay had been nearly perfect, only marred by Chay’s need to go home before going to class. Maybe he should offer the use of a drawer at his place. That way the next time Chay spends the night, there won’t be a rush.
“How long are you supposed to wait before you tell someone they can keep clothes at your place?” Kim asks Porsche, who gives him a quizzical look. “The —“ Kim hesitates, “guy is a student and he had to go home before going to class.”
Porsche wiggles his eyebrows.
“And little Kim wanted some morning delight?” he teases.
“No!”
Well yes, but that wasn’t the point.
“It means he’s got to travel twice in the mornings,” Kim replies. “I’ve got a perfectly good shower at my place.”
Porsche’s expression turns downright dreamy.
Laughing, Kim jabs him in the side and takes the opportunity to rib him, “Someone had fun in the shower, huh?”
“Bro, you have no idea,” Porsche sighs, then shakes his head to snap himself out of it, cheeks pinking. “It’s a very nice shower.”
“Uh huh,” Kim drawls.
He’ll figure out how to ask Chay later. Maybe the next time, because there will be a next time, that he stays over and has to rush off in the morning.
——————————————————————
Porsche hadn’t realized how long it’s been since he and Chay have been in the same room for longer than five minutes until Chay says, “Are you humming?” as Porsche folds laundry.
Lifting his head, Porsche stares at Chay.
“Huh?”
“You’re humming!” Chay says, pointing a finger at Porsche.
“No I’m not,” Porsche insists even though he’s pretty sure that Chay’s right.
He’s humming because he’s happy. Because Kinn messaged and asked Porsche what he wanted to have for dinner on Friday after the fight.
(Then followed it up with a photo of his hand down his pants because Kinn is a menace. A very horny menace. Never mind that Porsche had replied with what he thought was a quite artful shot of the tip of his cock peeking out of his underwear.)
Chay narrows his eyes, but turns back to stirring the soup for their dinner with a dissatisfied cluck. Porsche knows he’s going to get an interrogation over dinner and he’s just wondering how to wriggle out of it when he catches sight of bruising on Chay’s neck.
“What happened?” Porsche demands, dropping the pants he’d been about to fold to race across to Chay. “Did somebody hurt you?”
“Huh?” Chay leans down to taste the soup.
“Your neck,” Porsche says. “Wait a second. Is that a hickey?”
Porsche gasps, tugging the neck of Chay’s t-shirt down to get a better look at the back of his neck.
Chay yelps, dancing away.
Which is answer enough.
“Please tell me you’re being safe at least,” Porsche groans.
Chay is reddening, but he nods.
“Yes, hia,” he groans, “we’re safe. Condoms, all that. I’m not stupid.”
And wasn’t that a kick in the head.
It was stupid.
Porsche very consciously steers his thoughts away from how good it felt when Kinn fucked him bare. As long as Chay was doing as Porsche said, not as he did.
Not that Chay knew that Porsche had been letting someone raw dog him since the first…date. Hook up. Whatever.
(Although Kinn had called a doctor to come and get samples to test while they ate breakfast together after that first time. Porsche didn’t know that doctors even made house calls anymore. The results had come back negative for both of them which, based on what had happened two nights ago, meant that condoms were likely never going to happen.)
“I’ll be out on Friday,” Porsche says as they eat.
Chay lifts his head.
“Hia, it’s not worth the money. Those fights are dangerous and —“
“I know,” Porsche stops him before he can get any farther into his lecture. “This is the last one that I’m scheduled for at the moment. I’ll take a break.”
“I don’t want you to take a break, I want you to stop,” Chay replies. “You think I’m happy to go to school knowing that we afford it because you’re getting into death matches in abandoned warehouses?”
Porsche rolls his eyes.
“They aren’t death matches,” he says. “And I win them.”
“All it takes is a bad hit, a bad fall, and you’ve got brain damage, a broken arm that never heals right. I don’t want you fighting anymore, hia, please.”
“I’ll think about it,” Porsche replies, not meeting Chay’s eyes. “Good soup.”
Chay laughs, reaching over the table to flick Porsche’s forehead.
“Of course it’s good soup, I made it.”
They fall back into easy teasing, conversation about Porsche’s fighting shifted to the back burner for now, but not over.
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Kim knows he’s really gone on Chay because when Friday night rolls around, he heads to the location of the week’s fights even though he’s not even fighting.
Of course, he’d messaged Chay beforehand to make sure that he wasn’t going to be partying alone.
Chay’s confirmation that he’d be there had been enough to get Kim out of the house.
Porsche fights as well as always and with no sighting of Chay yet, Kim decides he might as well say hi to his newfound gym buddy.
“Hey,” Kim greets Porsche with a nod when he finds him. “Good work earlier.”
“What are you doing here? C’mon baby,” Porsche replies and Kim realizes that he’s got a hand reaching back, curled around someone else’s, “I’m trying to introduce you to people.”
Except there’s no reason for Porsche to introduce his “baby” to anyone.
Because Kim is staring into his older brother’s eyes and coming to a terrible realization.
Kinn has been fucking Porsche.
Everything that Porsche has said over the past weeks has been about Kinn. Kim tries to shut down that thought, but it’s too late because his memory is dredging up everything that Porsche has talked about.
About his phenomenal cock, how much he liked to come in Porsche. His mouth.
“You ass!” Kim snaps at Kinn. “You’re fucking my friends now?”
Kinn is staring at Kim in just as much shock.
“We’re friends?” Porsche asks with a grin. “Wait, how do you know each other?”
“Because he’s my younger brother,” Kinn says.
“Him?” Porsche points at Kim. “He’s your brother? You mentioned him once and talked about him like he’s twelve!”
“I’m twenty-two,” Kim tells Porsche. “He’s just a jackass who insists on treating me like a child.”
“Maybe if you didn’t have so many tantrums, I wouldn’t have to —“
“Kim?”
He turns his head to the side and relaxes at the sight of Chay approaching. The shirt he’s wearing is Kim’s, one that Kim had pulled down over his head last weekend, and it makes him smile.
“Hope you don’t mind me wearing it,” Chay says, tugging at the hem.
Kim’s about to tell Chay that he’s free to steal any of Kim’s clothes he feels like when someone else speaks up.
“Chay?”
It’s Porsche whose voice sounds strangled now and as Chay turns towards the sound of his name, Kim hears him gasp.
“Porsche?”
Kim takes Chay’s hand.
“Wait, this is who you’ve been talking about at the gym?” Porsche demands, pointing at Chay.
Slowly, Kim nods.
“You’ve been debauching my baby brother?” Porsche’s voice gets higher.
“Baby brother?” Kim repeats, then looks at Chay. “Porsche is your brother?”
Chay nods, but he’s glaring at Porsche.
“There has been no debauching,” he informs his brother.
“Yes there has!” Porsche’s voice is alarmingly high. “He,” Porsche jabs a finger at Kim, “has been telling me all about it!”
Chay turns his disapproving look on Kim.
“You’ve been gossiping about us at the gym?” he asks and Kim gulps.
“Not like that,” Kim promises. “He was telling me about how good he got dicked down, oh fuck, by my fucking brother,” he groans, “and asked if I was seeing anyone. He just gave me some advice!”
“I gave you advice on how to seduce my innocent younger brother,” Porsche nearly wails.
Kim glares at him and steps in his direction, still holding Chay’s hand.
“And I listened to all of the sordid details about my brother fucking you!”
His voice might be verging on hysterical as well.
“I’m never going to be able to unhear that stuff now!”
Kinn makes a noise that Kim can’t even begin to describe and then the music gets even louder.
“C’mon!” Chay shouts. “Let’s go outside!”
It says a lot about the control that Chay has over him and Porsche that they both immediately follow him. Kinn’s holding Porsche’s hand, so he gets dragged along too.
The rain that had been threatening that evening has started.
“Is there anywhere we can go and sit?” Chay asks, looking to Kim, like he knows this neighbourhood.
He does not.
One of Kinn’s guards, Kim thinks his name might be Pete, steps forward.
“I saw a place on the way here,” he says, “it’s just a few blocks away, but I recommend we drive.”
Kim nods and turns to lead Chay towards his bike, only to get stopped by Porsche grabbing his brother.
“Where are you going?” Porsche demands.
Chay looks back and forth between them, then pulls his hands free of both their grips.
“I’ll walk,” he says.
Pete clears his throat.
“You can come in the car with Big and I,” he offers. This is apparently acceptable to Porsche.
Chay steps closer to Kim and smiles.
“You came on your bike, didn’t you,” he comments. “I’ll stay dry.”
Kim nods again.
He takes a moment to calm himself down as he pulls on his helmet and prepares to follow the bodyguards’ car.
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The place that Pete leads them to is an all-night coffee shop that mostly caters to students, but they don’t seem particularly worried about the group that includes a man with fresh facial lacerations and wrapped hands or the two men in suits who settle by the doors.
“What are your intentions with my brother?” Porsche asks, sitting next to Chay. He had shoved Kinn towards the other side of the table, so now Kinn’s stuck across from Porsche’s younger brother and next to his own.
“What are your intentions with my brother?” Kim repeats back.
Kinn chuckles.
“I’m older than you,” he tells Kim. “Did you hit your head?”
“Yeah, well I’m smarter,” Kim snaps at him.
Kinn kicks Kim in the shin under the table, but Kim doesn’t even react.
“So Porsche, what are your intentions with my brother?” Kim crosses his arms over his chest as Porsche glares at him.
“Uh, three iced coffees and one hot chocolate?”
Porsche turns to the server with a tight smile.
“The hot chocolate is mine,” he says and as soon as she’s distributed the drinks, she beats a hasty retreat. Smart woman.
“We both know that Kinn is more than capable of taking care of himself,” Porsche says and Kinn smiles at him.
“Oh and I’m not?” Chay angrily stirs his coffee. “I’m nineteen, hia.”
“Yeah, nineteen! Emphasis on teen!” Porsche says, but Chay rolls his eyes. “He’s a fighter, Chay.”
“And so are you,” Chay says, flicking his brother in the arm. “Don’t try to use that as an excuse unless you also want to admit to being an out of control violent maniac.”
“I wasn’t going to call him a maniac,” Porsche protests. “I was going to say unreliable.”
“You’re the most reliable person I’ve ever met,” Chay insists and he has a point, so Kinn nods in agreement.
Although he’s not sure he’d call Kim reliable.
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Porsche says.
“Oh, so you think I’ll hurt Chay?” Kim demands, looking like he’s about two seconds from climbing over the table.
Porsche turns to glare at Kim.
“I’m not saying that you will, I’m saying that you could.”
“So could you!” Kim crosses his arms over his chest. “What were you thinking, letting Chay even come to the fights?”
“Oh, believe me,” Porsche snaps, “he’ll be getting in trouble for that later. That isn’t the point. The point is that you’re older and more experienced than Chay. I won’t have you messing around with him only to —”
Chay slaps a hand down on the table.
“Three goats.”
“What?” Porsche and Kim both look at him.
Chay takes a long sip of his coffee.
“I think I’m worth at least three goats,” Chay says. “We’ll start the bride-price there, since I’m apparently property to be bartered over to another man who can take care of me.”
“How much for Porsche?” Kinn asks.
Everyone turns to look at him and Chay’s smile is wicked.
“He’s older, so he probably shouldn’t be worth as much as me,” Chay teases, “but I hear you’ve got money, so I’d be a fool to ask for less than five.”
“Done. Should I take them to your house or to Kim’s?”
“You are not dropping off goats at my house,” Kim hisses as he grabs Kinn’s sleeve.
“They’d fit in the spare bedroom,” Chay says, scooping up a piece of ice. “I think they’d be cute.”
Kinn nods, expression grave as he turns to Porsche.
“And your three? Where should Kim drop them off?”
“In hell!” Porsche shouts, standing up quickly and knocking his chair over.
Before any of them can reply, there’s a shout from the other side of the room.
“Shut the fuck up! Some of us have finals!”
The student is possibly the bravest person Kinn has encountered in a while, because his response to all four of them turning to glare at him is to hiss, “Take it outside.”
Big steps forward, but Kinn holds up his hand.
“We’ll keep it down,” he replies. When there’s just more glaring, he smiles and adds, “Refills are on me.”
There’s a small stampede to get to the counter, but Kinn doesn’t care. They won’t even make a dent in his coffee budget.
“Porsche, darling, sit down,” Kinn instructs.
Porsche sits, but he crosses his arms and turns his glare on Kinn.
Kim’s apparently been stewing over something else.
“Chay is worth way more than three goats,” he mutters. “He’s not a complete slut like you,” he hisses across the table at Porsche.
“I’ll have you know that I was half a virgin when I met your brother!” Porsche snaps back at him, leaning in.
Kinn, who had been taking a sip of his coffee, coughs, sending it down the wrong pipe.
Kim pounds his back, but doesn’t even look at him as he continues whatever staring contest he’s got going on with Porsche.
“Well you certainly gave that up easily,” Kim says.
Porsche’s expression turns smug as he leans back.
“Of course I did,” he tells Kim sweetly. “Don’t you remember what I said about his mouth and his fingers and his —“
As flattered as Kinn is by that, he’s slightly worried that Porsche and Kim are about to kill each other, so he cuts in, “I think that’s enough for tonight. We’ll all go home and calm down.”
“That’s a good idea,” Chay agrees.
Porsche wraps an arm around Chay.
“We’ll be going to our home,” he informs Kim, which is not what Kinn had planned. Porsche was supposed to come back to Kinn’s place so that Kinn could ask him what exactly he meant by ‘half a virgin’.
And then have sex with him.
Kinn knows when he’s beaten though, so he doesn’t fight it.
(That’s a lie. Kinn generally refuses to accept that he’s been beaten, but he recognizes the look on Porsche’s face and knows that trying to push will get him nowhere but in Porsche’s bad books. Probably just below Kim.)
“Pete will drive you home,” he says. “Now, I have a bill to settle, so move.”
He shoves Kim out of the booth to go to the counter to pay the starry eyed barista. She flushes when he drops a large cash tip into the jar only to turn and find that Porsche is standing behind him.
A quick glance reveals that Kim and Chay are talking by the door.
“Everything alright?” Kinn asks, touching Porsche’s chin. “Do you want me to come with you?”
Porsche sighs.
“I do, but I just told Chay that Kim can’t come, so I’d look like a massive hypocrite,” he admits. “This is not how I imagined tonight going.”
Kinn laughs, leaning in to give him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“I don’t think that any of us did, which is why taking some time to regroup might not be a bad idea,” Kinn says. “Although,” he leans closer so that he’s speaking right into Porsche’s ear, “don’t think that I miss that half a virgin comment. You’ll be explaining that to me later.”
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It’s a promise and a threat wrapped in one, as things apparently often are with Kinn and Porsche groans.
Because now he’s gotta explain to Kinn that while he’s fooled around a little with guys before, he’s never actually let one fuck him before.
Not that he’d never played with his ass before.
He had.
Quite a few times.
To very satisfying ends.
“Do you need your ribs or head looked at?” Kinn asks, turning serious.
“Nah,” Porsche shakes his head, “I know what cracked ribs feel like. It’s just some bruising.”
Kinn frowns when he pulls back.
“I don’t suppose you’ll take well to me telling you not to fight anymore,” he mutters and Porsche fights a laugh because Kinn’s right.
“Maybe if you ask nice.”
Kinn’s gaze sharpens and Porsche can practically see gears starting to turn in his head.
“But for now, I’m taking my brother home.”
Porsche begins to walk towards the door, only for his hand to be snatched by Kinn’s. Neither of them say anything and Porsche decides that it’s best if he doesn’t comment on the fact that Kim and Chay are also holding hands.
And that boy is going to be in trouble.
“Don’t be too hard on him,” Kinn says softly.
It’s funny, having someone recognize what’s going on in his head so easily.
“I’m not that mad about Kim,” Porsche admits. “I’m mad that he’s been going to the fights by himself. Anything could have happened. It’s not exactly a safe environment. What if it hadn’t been Kim that he hooked up with?”
“Still, don’t be too hard on him,” Kinn repeats as they step outside. It’s still raining, but it’s slowed a little. “Let me know when you get home?”
“Oh, like Pete isn’t going to notify you of our every move,” Porsche scoffs. But Kinn just gives him a look and Porsche gives in with a nod. “I’ll let you know.”
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Porsche is sitting on the steps outside the gym, clearly waiting for Kim when he arrives there the next morning.
They hadn’t made any kind of agreement to meet like this and Kim tries not to let it make him feel a little bit warm that the two of them were —
What, in sync?
Spotting Kim, Porsche holds up a pre-workout shake.
“I asked Chay what you like,” Porsche says. “He said, and I quote, ‘Do you think I know anything about your little weirdo gym things?’ and then said whatever was healthiest.”
Kim holds out the pre-workout shake he’d made for Porsche.
So that’s what Chay meant when Kim had texted him to ask what Porsche liked and he’d responded with u deserve each other.
Porsche blinks at it, then looks up at Kim’s face before slowly reaching out to accept it. Hand now empty, Kim takes the one that Porsche is offering him and takes a seat on the steps.
“I really like Chay.”
“Obviously,” Porsche says, “he’s the best.”
“My brother’s a nightmare,” Kim warns him, but Porsche just laughs.
“Oh, I am well aware of that already. He’s got someone following me. At least he had the good sense to text me before I broke the guy’s nose.” Porsche shakes his head in a decidedly fond way. “Do you have anyone following Chay?”
“I’m not involved in the family business,” Kim explains, “but if Chay and I are dating, then someone will be assigned to look after him.”
“If?” Porsche whacks him in the arm. “If? All of that and you’re saying if?”
Kim blocks the next hit.
“I don’t know! I kinda thought you might try to kill me,” he admits. “For debauching your little brother.”
Porsche rolls his eyes and takes the lid off the shake that Kim brought for him.
“He’s an adult who is fully capable of making his own choices, so don’t even think about trying to exchange him for some goats,” Porsche says with a grin.
Kim smiles back.
“How about a red Ducati?”
Porsche bumps his shoulder against Kim’s and laughs.
“I’ll consider it.”
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Porsche is inspecting every inch of Kim’s apartment like he’s expecting to find a sex dungeon if he pokes at the right (or wrong) book.
“Kim, why do you have hooks in your ceiling?” Porsche demands, pointing up.
“For my sex swing,” Kim drawls, enjoying the way that Porsche’s eyes get big. But before Porsche can decide that he’s fine with serving the prison sentence he’d get for Kim’s death (which is more likely to be a long and slow death at the hands of his family, followed by an unmarked grave), Kim sighs and gestures upwards.
“For my plants, obviously,” he explains. “It’s too sunny this time of the year to have them up though. They get crispy.”
“You have plants?” Kinn asks.
“Yes, I have plants,” Kim snaps at his brother only for Chay to nudge him in the side. “I have lots of plants,” he says more calmly.
“Huh.” Kinn’s standing there with his hands on his hips, dressed like he’s picking up his kid from school after the divorce. Kim has no idea how Tankhun can live in the same house as him and not burn his whole wardrobe.
“Pete, show me the sex swing hooks!” Tankhun’s voice coming from the tablet strapped to Pete’s chest is very weird, but he’d wanted to be involved and wasn’t quite ready to leave the house yet. This had apparently been the compromise.
Kim watches as Pete wanders over to the window, then tilts his head back so that the camera Arm had attached to the top of his head can take in the hooks.
“Can you see, Khun Nu?” Pete asks.
“No, climb on something.”
“You’re not climbing on anything,” Kim calls out. “Those are new.”
“And they’re hideous!” Tankhun shouts. “Pete, tell him his apartment is hideous.”
“He can hear you, Khun Nu,” Pete says. If Porsche wasn’t handing Pete snacks every few seconds, he’d probably be much more annoyed, but Pete seems content to wander wherever Tankhun tells him to as Porsche passes him sweets and asks Tankhun questions like there’s nothing weird about everything.
Porsche likes to mother people, Kim has realized.
He’s always asking things like Do you have enough food? Are you warm enough? Did you study today?
Kim would be more annoyed by it if he hadn’t overheard Porsche asking Kinn if yelling had made him feel better with the air of someone dealing with a child in the midst of a tantrum.
And Kinn had blushed as he mumbled something that Kim hadn’t been able to make out.
Porsche should run a nursery, Kim decides as he watches the former Phoenix drape himself over his brother’s back, pressing kisses to Kinn’s neck.
(Unlike Kim, Porsche has not officially retired yet, since Kinn’s pleading eyes have nothing on Chay’s. But Kim knows his brother and Kinn isn’t one to let things go. Kim is fairly certain that the Phoenix won’t be fighting again.)
They’re sickening.
“Awww,” Chay coos. “They’re so cute.”
“You wouldn’t think they were cute if you knew the kinds of stuff they get up to,” Kim mutters, earning an elbow to the stomach.
“Old people can have sex too, Kim,” Chay scolds.
Porsche hears it, because he whirls around with a glare.
“We aren’t old!”
“Of course not, hia,” Chay soothes. “You’re just older.”
Kim buries a laugh in Chay’s hair as Porsche sputters in outrage.
“There are perks to being older,” Kinn says, wrapping his arm around Porsche’s waist. “When you’re young, it’s all about instant gratification, the quick pleasures. But once you’re past that, you know how to make it last, draw things out until neither of you can —“
Whatever Kinn’s about to say is muffled by Porsche’s hand on his mouth. Porsche is blushing a furious red as he hisses something at Kinn too quietly for Kim to hear.
“See,” Kim murmurs, “gross.”
Chay just pats Kim’s hand.