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Yok's bar is surprisingly quiet on a Wednesday night, there are a few groups of regulars and the odd patron here and there but other than that they pretty much have the place to themselves. Arm likes it like this, calm and easy. He has a clear view of every exit and Tankhun isn't going crazy with the alcohol to need carrying home.
It's nice, he even indulges in resting his hand on Pol's thigh watching his partner's reactions while Porsche acts out some sort of story that's he's telling, his arms waving here, there and everywhere while everyone pays attention. They've been here a few hours so they are all pleasantly buzzed except Arm who's kept to water just in case.
It's nights like these that make Arm thankful to be a part of this world despite all the dangers that come with it. If it wasn't for the Theerapanyakul family he never would have met Pol so he will forever be grateful.
"Dude, that woman has been checking you out all night. You should go talk to her." Jom slurs, clapping Pol on the shoulder then steering at his head to see the pretty brunette sat on the other side of the room.
Arm looks over at her too, pissed to find her staring at Pol with the kind of hunger a predator would have for its prey. She's swirling her wine in her glass and when she notices Pol looking she offers him a wink.
Arm wants to shoot her! It would be so easy, he's hit harder targets blindfolded. She wouldn't even see it coming.
Pol just laughs, the sound of it ringing in Arm's ears as Pol shakes Jom off. Everyone is taking sneaky looks now and Arm doesn't notice that his fingers are biting into the meat of Pol's thigh until his boyfriend rests a warm hand over his, squeezing gently. He loosens his own fingers immediately, offering Pol a guilty smile.
"He's right, Pol. She's totally into you! You should go for it." Porsche chimes in then, leaning over the table to clap Pol on the shoulder.
"Might be fun…" Pete adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Arm narrows his eyes at his friends because honestly they are the damn worst. He knows him and Pol have never outright said they are together but he thought his friends knew that they were at least something, it's not like they hide their affection for one another.
"Come on guys, stop joking around. You know I'm with someone." Pol laughs, shaking his head as he takes another sip of his beer.
"What are you talking about? I've never seen you with anyone. You've never talked about a girlfriend before." Porsche asks, baffled, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Everyone else is looking at Pol confused too.
"Wait, you really don't know?" Pol asks shocked, Arm's a little shocked too but they really shouldn't be because their friends are freaking idiots.
"Don't know what? What are you talking about?" Pete asks back, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Me and Arm have been dating for two years now!" Pol answers, looking over at Arm with that sweet smile he saves just for him. It's that smile that gets him out of bed most mornings.
The group laughs as a whole, shaking their heads as if Pol just made a funny joke.
"Yeah alright." Porsche laughs, leaning into a giggling Pete and Tankhun.
"It's true! Honestly, how none of you have noticed makes me worry about how good you are at your jobs." Arm states, turning his hand over to let Pol weave his fingers through his.
Everyone stops laughing then, Porsche stares at them as if he's seeing them properly for the first time and Pete's eyes look like they're going to pop out of his head.
"Shut up, that can't be true. I've been friends with you for years. I would have noticed." Pete exclaims, looking between them with a slack jaw.
"Exactly! That's why we thought you knew. It's not like we've been hiding it." Arm says, shrugging and throwing a nut in his mouth from the bowl on the table.
Tankhun has started staring at them with narrowed eyes. "That's why Pol always whines when Kinn takes you for the day!" He yells, smiling like it all makes sense now.
"You two really are a couple?" Porsche asks for confirmation, eyes still wide but there's a huge smile pulling at his lips.
"Yes! We really are!" Pol laughs into Arm's shoulder as he takes in their friend's reaction.
Pete looks like he's about to say something else when the woman from earlier comes sauntering over, her hand coming up to brush over the expanse of Pol's shoulders as she lean over him slightly.
"Hi handsome." She purrs sickly, it makes Arm's stomach turn.
He looks down at his ankle where his hidden handgun is holstered. Pol's eyes follow his gaze, he knows what he's looking at cause Arm brought him the same holster and gun.
"I'm sorry I'm not interested." Pol smiles shyly at the woman who doesn't take the damn hint.
"Are you sure, gorgeous? We could have some fun tonight." She smiles, bringing her hand up to stroke Pol's cheek.
Arm catches her wrist before she can make contact.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch what's mine." He growls, he's not normally this possessive but Pol has made him crazy since the day they met, Pol will alway be the exception for Arm.
He releases the woman's wrist and lets go of Pol's hand in order to wrap a possessive arm around his shoulders, tugging him close into his side.
He hears a few gasps from their friends and catches Porsche sharing a look with Pete as the unwanted woman tuts and walks away.
Arm watches her go until a set of hands clutch at his jaw and tug him in. His lips are being devoured by Pol's before Arm even knows what the hell is happening but he gets with the program quickly, licking into his boyfriend's sweet mouth.
When they pull away, panting gently they find their friends all staring, then Porsche and Tankhun start whopping while Pete mutters, "That was hot."
Arm actually feels his cheeks burning at the comment, a smirk curling at his lips as Pol smiles at him. His boyfriend's eyes keep dropping to his lips and fuck is it distracting. He's tempted to dive right back in for another kiss but Porsche suddenly comes between them arms over both of their shoulders.
"This is amazing. You two are actually perfect for each other!" Porsche exclaims cuddling them sweetly. Arm smiles at him while Pol absolutely beams.
"This doesn't mean you can start kissing on the job! If I have to see that all the time I might get jealous." Tankhun warns dramatically, downing his drink and fanning himself with the hand fan he brought that goes with today's outfit.
"Of course Khun Tankhun." Pol appeases him, pouring him another glass of wine.
"I can't believe I never noticed! It's so fucking obvious!" Pete proclaims, shaking his head in disbelief before raising his glass. "Too Arm and Pol! The fucking hottest couple I know!"
Everyone clinks their glasses with him, including Arm and Pol who both laugh happily at his words, Arm presses a soft kiss to Pol's lips just because he can't resist even though he does have to manoeuvre around Porsche to do so.
They continue to drink into the night, Arm even has a beer as Porsche, Pete and Tankhun grill them on when and how they got together. Pol seems to love it, telling them about how he kissed Arm after a year of second guessing himself and how Arm had kissed him back instantly.
They're all giggling happily when they finally walk through the main house doors to find Kinn waiting for them. Porsche throws himself at their boss much to everyone's shock and wraps his arms around his neck.
"Arm and Pol are fucking!" Porsche whisper shouts in their boss's ear, giggling as he presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
Kinn eyes them all, looking a little more intently at Arm and Pol as they duck their heads respectfully. He doesn't look the slightest bit bothered by Porsche clinging to him.
"Are they really? Good for them." Kinn mutters, surprising everyone as he brings a hand up to pet Porsche's head. The golden skinned bodyguard actually purrs softly nuzzling further into his neck.
"Great, now our friend is doing the Boss! Are there any relationships I actually know about!" Pete slurs, throwing his hands up as Tankhun claps him around his head.
"Kinn and Porsche have been at it for weeks! Maybe Arm is right, I need better bodyguards!" Tankhun hollers, shoving Pete off him and stumbling off to his room.
"Excuse us please, Khun Kinn." Arm says, ducking his head and following after Tankhun, tugging Pol with him by their linked hands.
Kinn doesn't even answer, just starts leading his drunk Porsche towards his room. Honestly Kinn and Porsche isn't a shock at all, everyone has noticed the way their boss looks at Porsche.
They make sure Tankhun gets to his room okay and greet the bodyguards waiting for the first son to return so they can start their shift, before they make their way to their own rooms.
They drop Pete off too, Pol makes sure he's tucked in with a sick bowl by the bed just in case then he slips his hand back into Arm's so they can walk together to their own room.
When they finally pass through the door, closing it behind them, Pol tugs him into a long sweet kiss.
"I'm glad our friends know about us." He smiles, giddy with the good night they've had. Arm has to admit it's nice to hold hands in public without a care.
"You were also incredibly hot tonight." Pol whispers, slipping his hands under Arm's t-shirt to caress his body. "I like it when you call me yours!"
Arm let's his eyes flutter at his lover's touch, pressing in for a deep kiss that steals Pol's breath away.
"You are mine! All mine!" Arm declares in a whisper next to Pol's ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth gently then blowing cool air on it.
Pol writhes in his arms, pressing the two of them together.
"I am!" He moans clutching at Arm, pulling him impossibly closer and leading him towards the bedroom. "All Yours!"