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Chay
Chay slammed the book shut, crammed it in his bag, threw the bag over his shoulder and ran out the door. On long legs he flew across the small quad where students lingered talking or reading - but there would be no lingering for him today. Kim was picking him up. They had a date. Another one. And he had no intention of being late.
This was their 88th date since officially becoming a couple. If anyone was to ask Chay what made this particular date so special he would simply tell them; it was with Kim, of course - didn’t that make it special enough?
He waved enthusiastically when he saw Kim waiting for him, looking amazingly hot in black leathers, astride his fire engine red Ducati, a gift from Kinn to him for his twenty-third birthday. Chay gave a slightly less enthusiastic wave to Anon who waited in a car behind him.
He'd had more lectures than he cared to remember from Kim about his over exuberant and way too familiar greetings to anyone that wasn’t Kim.
Kinn had told him to stop wasting his time. Having been with Porsche for longer, he had learned it was an intrinsic part of a Kittisawad - their tactile nature – it was ingrained in their blood. It wasn’t going to ever change.
As for Chay, he liked possessive jealous Kim. He never intended to follow his rules. The green-eyed monster that sometimes reared its nasty little head - well Chay simply welcomed him with open arms. He made things... interesting.
Chay reached Kim with a mischievous smile tipping his lips, thinking maybe tonight might be a good time for him to pay another visit. Kim noticed the glint in his eyes. He reached up, grabbed him around the neck and hauled him in for a very short but very satisfying kiss.
"Keep it up and we won't go anywhere but back to my rooms," he warned.
Chay's eyes shot downward then back up to Kim's eyes, head canting he teased, "If you keep - keeping it up, we really won't have a choice."
His grin was pure wickedness, his eyes shining with an impish glee he knew Kim could hardly resist. Chay wondered if they would be having their 88th date tonight after all, when he heard Kim give a low growl of unadulterated want.
"Why do you fucking do this to me when I'm astride a motorcycle in tight leather in front of your fucking school, Chay!" he groaned in frustration and Chay chuckled.
"I wasn't aware there was ever a bad time to do this," he teased right back having too much fun, never ever getting tired of Kim showing him just how hot and sexy and fuckable he found him.
Who would?
"Get on," Kim gritted and Chay had to bite his tongue from saying what he wanted to next. He clearly was pushing all of Kim's buttons and would already being paying for that later.
Maybe he should just let him simmer for a bit.
He gave a shiver of excited lust at the thought of what was to come, climbing on and wrapping himself around Kim from behind, his mind lost in their private memories.
As the motorcycle roared to life, he clung to Kim, his chin on his shoulder and marveled at where they were now. All of them.
Tankhun, Arm, and Pol lived openly among them now. Arm and Pol still remained as Tankhun's bodyguards. Tankhun had had a bit of a setup back after his father's death but their patience and love had pulled him through it much faster than everyone had expected. Now, in his own way he assisted Kinn. It was an arrangement that had brought them even closer together and given Tankhun more courage.
Tankhun kept the selfie of him with his sleeping snuggly brothers as his lock screen picture on his cell much to Kinn and Kim’s dismay. He could be found often staring at it with a slight smile on his face. It was the smile that kept Kinn and Kim’s mouth shut about him changing the picture. In the end for them, it was all about whatever made their eldest brother happy.
Kim was more involved in the business but never in the way his father had insisted. Kinn considered Kim as his left hand as Porsche's was his right. The three of them worked well together. Their individual strengths combined made them extremely formidable.
The Theerapanyakul name was stronger than ever. Through Chay's and Porsche’s encouragement they were starting to branch out into more legitimate avenues. It would take time but Chay knew Hia hoped that one day they would be fully legitimate.
Big had actually started dating Axe. Absolutely no one had seen that coming. Not even Big. Axe had taken the Big bull by the horns and wore him down. They were a cute couple.
Anon was still very much with them. Kim and Anon had grown even closer although Anon continued to insist on formality, but when Chay was around it was almost impossible for him to keep it up - and quite entertaining.
Porsche and Kinn stayed busy. They'd married and were actually talking about adopting. They'd discussed surrogacy but Porsche was leaning more towards adopting a child from the orphanage Kim had founded. Last Chay had heard they were probably going to do both.
The orphanage had grown. Kinn and Tankhun had taken a very personal interest in it. They'd recognized just how much they had neglected their own little brother in his formative years and had wanted to make up for it. Although, at Kim's age, that was almost impossible but it did not stop either of them though from fighting hard to get to know him all over again.
Their relationships had improved by leaps and bounds. They still had some way to go but Chay loved watching Kim get the attention he'd missed as a kid. As far as Chay was concerned, it was never too late.
Chay and Hia were better than ever. What had been lost between them once was found and forever held locked in their hearts. They had suffered one short estrangement and had no desire to ever risk a second.
It was their relationship that most helped the much-stunted Theerapanyakul boys. Chay and Hia often laughed as they watched Kim and Kinn fumble their ways through learning to show each other love but it was always with affection and always with a helping hand.
They had come far...
Then Chay noticed they were pulling up at the compound and chuckled - because obviously his man still had a long way to go.
Kim stopped with a screech of tires, unsnapped his helmet and threw it to a guard and before Chay could pull his leg over the bike, Kim had him in a fireman hold and was strolling with him over his shoulder - hand on his ass through the lobby to the elevators.
Between laughing and calling Kim’s name, Chay couldn't really say much else. He smacked at Kim's back his face blood red from embarrassment and from hanging upside down.
Kim stepped into the elevator and held his hand up at Anon and Axe, instructing, them to take the night off.
"We won't be coming back down tonight!” he called as the doors shut.
Chay gurgled in laughter as Kim finally sat him down on his feet in the elevator, Chay's arms clinging to his shoulders.
"Oh my god, P'Kim," Chay exclaimed. "You made all the blood rush to my head!"
Kim grabbed one of Chay's hands and placed it down low on his body. "No, you little tease. You fucking made all the blood rush to my head," he growled, thrusting himself into Chay's palm.
Chay giggled, his tongue licking at his lower lip.
"Well that just will not do," he said. "What should you do?"
Kim leaned in and nipped at his ear, his hot breath teasing the sensitive inner shell as he breathed, "You - on a loop - all night."
Chay's toes curled, his thighs quivered.
"Promise?" he whispered back.
"Of course - I told you - no more lies."
And he didn't. Not about that night and never again.
Theirs was a rocky painful start - but in the end - worth every tear.
They had learned that love wasn't all sunshine and roses. Love was also living in the midst of a storm and amongst the tangled weeds. Once they figured that part out and accepted it they'd learned they could find beauty everywhere as long as they were with each other.