Porchay was lying on his stomach, Kim on top of him doing his best not to crush his sweet angel. Both boys were staring at their screens, and Porchay frowned as he saw the model, a pretty woman, in a pretty tight dress, and sitting on a bed with his shirtless P'Kim.
"Yeeeee...P'Kim!"
"I told you not to watch the clip!" Kimhan cried, a totally innocent expression on his face.
Porchay grumbled a little, he buried his head in his pillow and he felt Kim's fingers slide under his tshirt. He shivered as he delicately felt his soft skin... He turned quickly, Kim's fleshy lips close to his, and his long lock tickled his cheek.
"I thought my angel was never jealous? Hmm..naughty boy."
"I thought my prince was smart," Porchay hissed immediately.
Kimhan smiled, he stroked Chay's belly, and the latter blushed a little before turning his head towards his window which overlooked the main street:
"I would love seeing the face of this asshole, I'm sure he's dying of jealousy, right now."
"You are..." said Kim arching an eyebrow, "...such a sweet little devil, I didn't think you were capable of such a plan and yet... Here you are manipulating this prostitute with such ease.. Should I be wary of you, my love?"
Porchay laughed, he grabbed the collar of Kim's shirt and pulled him for a soft kiss, but he nibbled happily on his bottom lip. Then he pushed back slightly P'Kim who growled in frustration:
"Ch...chay..."
"I'll never be as evil as you P'Kim..." Porchay grabbed Kimhan's slender waist and he reversed their position as he straddled Kim. "But I'm not a sharer. I just protect what is mine, right ? I believe it was your father saying..."
Kim smirked, he let Chay's fingers run through his long hair, he loved his jealous angel, it was driving him crazy.
If Kimhan had murderous jealousy, Porchay was clearly the most to be feared.
Chay's finger traced a line, starting from Kim's forehead, then his perfect nose and finally his lips, he smiled at him and gripped his chin:
"Maybe P'Kim would have preferred his whore Moon to be in the music video?"
The singer shivered, he didn't like vulgarity, but he couldn't scold Chay because every time the latter uttered insults, Kimhan's heart filled with a guilty pride: his mafia side surely.
He slid his hands along Porchay's thighs and Porchay froze, he liked to have the upper hand but as soon as Kim took the initiative again, Chay turned into a little blushing mess, and that was so precious. Such a nice view. Damn, how Kimhan Theerapanyakul was a lucky man.
"You're going to have to play the role of the cheated lover..." Chay huffed, "Um...P'Kim..."
Kimhan's hands had slipped to the young boy's buttocks and the latter bit his lip, his cheeks flushed and his gaze shifting.
"I could just kill that asshole, you know, my love..."
Porchay pouted, "You could have. But he dared to provoke me. Did he really think that I was easily fooled ? Even you, you couldn't hid your feelings to me. No matter how hard you tried, I knew that you love me. I won't give you to that Moon, Sun or anyone."
Chay plopped down on Kimhan's chest and Kimhan began patting his back.
" Hum...Tankhun really wants you to eat with him," Kim said with a sigh, he was suddenly sleepy.
" Why ?" Chay grumbled in a whisper.
"Since Top helped us despite his vacation to discover your neighbor fake doctor, aka Moon, he says that we ruined his romantic vacation."
Porchay groaned, he buried his head in Kim's corner and inhaled the scent of the almond shampoo. Without Tankhun, Porchay would have had a hard time knowing if Moon was really Sun. But after simple research, they had discovered that this asshole had invented a whole crazy story about a twin...
Chay took a deep breath, he hugged Kim, then suddenly he looked up: the singer was asleep.
He slept a little too, then he started to get annoyed in his dream and Porchay woke up in a bad mood. Kim was already awake again and he gently stroked Chay's hair:
"You can sleep more if you want.."
"Nope."
"What did you dream about this time.hum ? What his my baby sulking about ?.."
Porchay rolled his eyes, biting Kimhan's shoulder and Kimhan smiled before patting him on the back :
"You, brat, you're going to leave scars if you keep going, and I have a photoshoot tomorrow."
Porchay froze, he suddenly bit harder on Kim's neck and the latter tried to free himself by clenching his jaw:
"Porchay, I'm serious, I have to..."
"If you show a little too much skin in the next magazine, I promise your beautiful face will be disfigured." Chay hissed as he sat up, pointing an accusing finger at Kim, "If you weren't this gorgeous none of this would be happening in the first place so shut up."
Kimhan opened his eyes wide, Porchay was really blaming him for his looks?! He burst out laughing and hugged the sulky boy to him.
''So jealous and possessive..'' whispered Kim close to Chay's ear. He sucked on his lobe and the young boy moaned immediately, shaking a little.
The tension grew between them, and Porchay struggled to stay focused on his anger, Kim's hands kept stroking his back.
"I hate you.." Chay said, his voice shaking.
"You love me."
Kim's voice was assured, he didn't let his little demon protest and he pounced on the pouty lips.