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The sunshine peeks from behind the towering buildings in the horizon as the blinds slides up slowly.
The light lands on the bed where Kinn sleeps. Kinn slowly flutters his eyes open and squints when the sunlight hits his eyes.
He sits up with a quiet groan and allows his eyes to adjust to the light before looking around his room. Eventually, his eyes lands on the man sleeping peacefully beside him.
The said man is Porsche. His Porsche.
Kinn smiles softly and brings his hand to run through Porsche's soft, messy hair. He smiles even more when Porsche subconsciously nuzzles into his touch.
Kinn didn't enjoy waking up this early, but that has changed. Well, not really. He still doesn't like waking up early, but now when he does, he gets to see the sleeping angel curled up beside him.
A sight Kinn wishes he can see forever and always. For anything that includes Porsche being comfortable, happy, safe, he desires.
Because Porsche is everything to him. That's why he received the nickname "Kinn's heart." Like a heart, you can't live without it.
And Kinn can't live without Porsche.
"Kinn?" A sleepy mumble shakes Kinn from his thoughts. He glances to the side and watches Porsche flutter his eyes open, though they only open halfway.
"Good Morning, my love." Kinn greets. He leans down and presses a kiss to Porsche's temple.
Porsche responds with a sleepy smile. He sits up lazily and puts his chin on Kinn's shoulder and wraps his arms around him.
This is one of the many things he loves about Porsche. In the morning times whenever Porsche doesn't want to get up or wants Kinn to get up, he'll cling onto him until he's actually ready to start the day.
An adorable feature that comes with the Porsche package.
"You can go back to sleep if you want to." Kinn says.
"No...I have to...get up soon anyways..." Porsche mumbles into Kinn's shoulder.
They stay like that for a few more minutes before Kinn's phone rings. He picks it up.
"Hello?"
...
"Okay, what time?"
...
"Alright. I'll be there soon."
Kinns hangs up the phone and sighs. 6:12a.m in the morning and his father already wants to talk to him.
"Porsche, I have to go get ready. Pa wants to have a word with me." Kinn tells him with an apologetic frown.
Porsche makes a noise and protest and clings onto him tighter. Kinn can't help but smile slightly at him. Seriously, everything Porsche does just wants Kinn to lock them up together, so only he can see Porsche's adorable actions. But on a more serious note, he needs Porsche to let go.
"Porsche, I have to go." Kinn shakes his shoulder just a bit.
"Do you really?" Porsche looks up at him through his eye lashes and with a slight pout. Ah, he's pulling that now?
"Yes, Porsche. I have to go. How about we take a shower together and then eat breakfast, hm?" Kinn suggests, absolutely trying his best to keep himself from ignoring his father and just staying with him.
A few seconds pass before Porsche nods with a sigh. Kinn grins and kisses Porsche on his forehead before getting out the warn bed, Porsche following behind.
He leads Porsche into the bathroom and helps him take off his silk pajamas. He turns the water on waits for it to become hot enough for them to step in.
Kinn allows Porsche to wash his hair. If There's one thing everyone knows is that no one is allowed to touch Kinn's hair. But of course, Porsche never did listen to that rule and now Kinn lets him do whatever he wants with his hair. (Tankhun, too.)
Kinn returns the favor and washes his back. Occasionally, he puts a kiss onto the phoenix tatto Porsche has.
They get done showering within 15 minutes. They brush their teeth and dress together also. Porsche in a white button down and gray slacks and Kinn in his usual black dress shirt with red slacks.
As Porsche is picking out one of the many wrist watches Kinn bought, he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a familiar touch against his nape.
"Kinn, if you don't want to be late for breakfast or the meeting with your dad, I suggest you let gonof me now." Porsche says.
"It'll be quick." Kinn whispers into his ear. He spins Porsche around so he can face each other.
"Kinn..." He warns although there isn't nothing behind it. It's been a 9 days since the last time they did it. Or anything in that matter.
Kinn being Kinn, completely ignores the warning and dives in. "We have exactly 45 minutes. I'll be done in 5." He informs before crashing their lips together.
Porsche whimpers at the aggressiveness, but kisses back nonetheless. His hands immediately flies up to Kinn's hair that he loves so much.
Kinn breaks the kiss with lewd smack and brings his lips to Porsche's jaw down to his neck and then to his collarbone. Hands are doing a quick job at unbuttoning the shirt Porsche is in.
Once they are unbuttoned, he brings his hand to Porsche's pec and starts to fondle with it. The gasps Porsche makes once Kinn latches his mouth on his nipple is captivating. A sound Kinn can replay over a million times and still wouldn't be tired of it.
He flicks his tongue on the hardened bud while his hand plays with the other one. Breathy moans and whines erupts from Porsche.
Kinn looks up and takes a mental screenshot of Porsche. His hair a bit messy, lips swollen with a red tint because of how hard he kissed him, his eyes full of nothing but lust.
Beautiful.
.~☆~.
Kinn ends up arriving 30 minutes late. He got so caught up in spending some "time" with Porsche that he completely forgot that he had a meeting with his father.
Kinn hesitates a bit before opening the door, revealing his father leaning back into his reclining chair. A lit cigar in his hand.
"Anakinn, you're late." He says.
"I'm sorry, Pa. I got caught up with something." Kinn looks down at his feet.
"It's okay, I'll let slide today. However, I don't expect this to happen in the future." He sighs and takes a drag of his cigar.
Kinn nods and sits down in the chair in front of him. His father blows out a puff of smoke and puts out his cigar. He picks up a file and gives it to Kinn.
"What is this?" He asks.
"Somadak Sonjohnkoksoong. Or Soma. His father was an acquaintance of mine, but after he died, his son took over. After he did, everything went to hell.
He stole money from many families including ours. A spoiled brat who needs to be put in his place. In teo days, he's hosting a big party. Find a way to get him by himself. And force him to give the money he stole from us, with interest. "He says.
Kinn reads the file and widens his eyes in surprise. This Somadak guy stole a lot of money. A lot. Over 15 million baht.
"I hope that you'll get it done."
Kinn looks up from the file and to his father.
"Yes, I will Pa. Don't worry about anything."
He watches as his father pick up another cigar and lights it. "I'm not. You're dismissed."
.~☆~.
Porsche sighs as he stretches his limbs. He just got done training some newbies and he is worn out. A quick shower and a nap is what he needs right now.
And he does just that. He takes a quick shower and puts on some sweats and tank top. He throws his body onto the soft mattress in Kinn's room.
He just lays there. Now that he wants to go to sleep, he can't. All the previous energy he had flows back to him. It annoying when things like that happen.
Porsche groans into the pillow after smashing his face into it. He sits back up and lays back down. He reposition himself multiple times, trying to find a comfortable position to take a quick nap in.
It takes him a few tries before he decides to give up. It's been a long time since he had an actual thrill, so that's what bothering him.
He gets out of the bed and decides to take a stroll around the compound. As he is doing so, he hears the stern yet faint voice of Kinn.
Upon hearing his voice, Porsche presses his ear against the closed door. He can only make out some of the conversation.
"Party in two days...stole...get it back..."
What does he mean? What party? In attempt to hear more, Porsche opens the door slightly without a sound. A skill he always had.
"Now you all know the plan. It won't be easy, but it won't be hard either. We have everything we need except for a distraction." Kinn says using his "Mafia leader" tone.
"We can lead him in with his type. For women he likes pretty, feminine, and straightforward girls. For men he likes tall, masculine but not too much, handsome, and flirty guys who are also straightforward." Big says.
Porsche hears Kinn sigh. "It might be harder to find someone his type. Search around for someone like you described. Report back to me when you do."
Porsche hears the 'Yes, Khun's and immediately backs away from the door as it opens. He raises his hand to give a small wave, only to recieve an annoyed eye roll from Big. But at least the others greeted him kindly.
He waits until they are far away enough before going into the room. Kinn is sitting down in the chair with a paper in his hand. It's clear that he is contemplating on whatever is going on, he didn't even notice Porsche slipping in.
Porsche silently makes his way behind Kinn's chair. He leans down and whispers into his ear.
"What are you doing, Khun Kinn?"
That seems to snap Kinn out of it. He brings his gaze from the paper to Porsche who is looking down at him. Porsche brings his thumb to massage his forehead.
"Stop thinking so hard on whatever it is you're thinking on. You'll get wrinkles." He tells him, which makes Kinn smile with a quiet chuckle. Kinn spins himself around in the chair to face Porsche.
Porsche immediately understands and straddles his lap. He brings his hand to Kinn's nape and hold them there as he puts a quick kiss on his lips.
"What are you so stressed about, Kinn?" Porsche finally asks.
"This guy named Somadak stole money from us and I have to find a way to get it back. He's hosting this big party in two days time, so we'll get it done then. But there's a couple problems with that." Kinn explains.
Throughout the whole explanation. Porsche plays with the strands in the back of Kinn's neck, knowing how much Kinn likes it and it may calm him down.
"1. We can't just barge in there demanding money. Too many witnesses, it'll be absolute chaos if we do that.
2. He'll be surrounded with bodyguards anyways. The best way to get him alone is if we can lure him in with a distraction. But we don't have enough time to find someone as Big described."
Porsche nods as he listens.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do..." Kinn whispers. Porsche hasn't seen Kinn discourage like this. He can't stand to see Kinn like this, so complexed and distracted.
"How about I be the distraction for him? It's worth a try. "Porsche suggests as he shrugs his shoulder.
"No. No, I'm not going to allow that. I'm not to going allow you to do that." Kinn immediately declines.
"Kinn, think about it. I'm basically the type of guy he likes." Porsche attempts to reason.
"That's exactly why. What if he does something and I can't reach you in time? What if he–" Kinn gets cut off by a hand slapping over his mouth.
"You and 'What ifs'. If something was to happen, I can handle myself well enough to at least get away." Porsche sighs.
The unsure look in Kinn's eyes doesn't fade away for even a millisecond. If anything happens to Porsche, he doesn't think he'll be able to function right. Many things happened to him already.
Kinn doesn't want nothing else to happen. That's why he doesn't think this is a good idea. But the determination in Porsche's eyes is hard to refuse.
He gets it. Porsche hasn't been doing anything other than training some newbies, so him wanting to do something exhilarating is understandable.
But Kinn can't help, but think about all the things that could happen because he let Porsche in with operation. He could get injured or even die. A world without Porsche?
What a nightmare.
"There you go again. Thinking all the bad things. Man, you have a bad habit." Porsche remarks as he rolls his eyes.
Kinn smiles a bit at him. He can be annoying at times.
"Porsche, I'll...I'll think about it." Kinn says with all the strength in his body. Porsche smiles and kisses him again. He kisses his cheek, nose, forehead, and frankly everywhere.
He does it again and again until Kinn starts to laugh. As the sight of Kinn laughing, Porsche laughs too. They laugh until their stomach hurts.
If anyone saw this, they'd probably think they're crazy. Which is true because they're crazy in love with each other.
Eventually, the laughing dies down and leaves them in a comfortable silence as they hold each other in an embrace. Porsche rubbing Kinn's back in soothing circles.
.~☆~.
The night of the party arrives faster than what Kinn had wanted. After a lot of thinking and a lot strength, he allowed Porsche to be the distraction with Pete watching over him, of course.
It was the only way he'd be able to agree to it without having as much worry as before. But he'll still be worried.
The plan is that Porsche will flirt and get Somadak hooked onto his finger. Since it's being held at an hotel, he'll lead him into a hotel room which Kinn and other bodyguards will be waiting at.
The walls are soundproof, so no one should be able to hear them just in case he refuses and they need to use a little force. If you catch the drift.
Porsche is now getting ready in the bathroom. In a black dress shirt with the buttons unbuttoned all the way down to his chest and black slacks. His hair is swooped back with a few strands falling upon his forehead.
A gold chain necklace around his neck. Porsche has to say, Tankhun really did good job. More than good in fact. It reminds him of when he was still working at Hum Bar which he takes a mental note to visit Yok again.
A knock at the door interrupts his checking out. The door creaks open and Kinn peeks his head out from behind it. He steps in and closes the door.
"Hi, Kinn. You ready?" Porsche greets as he looks at himself in the mirror. Kinn just nods. Something is clearly bothering him.
"You okay?" Porsche asks. He gets closer to Kinn before being crushed into a tight hug. Unable to get out of the hug, Porsche just hugs him back.
Seconds pass and they are still in their tight embrace. Porsche lets Kinn hold him as much as he needs. He knows this will be a nerve-wracking night for Kinn.
After a few more seconds, Kinn eases out the embrace, but doesn't let go. He's still holding Porsche with his hands around his waist. One of his hands travel up to Porsche's cheek.
He rubs his thumb against a faint scar near his eye. An unexpected attack that happened months ago which ended with Porsche with a few scrapes and cuts. Nothing too serious.
But still, Kinn hadn't been able to protect him. Though, that was the time when Porsche was still a bodyguard. He can't help but wonder, what if this operation doesn't go as planned?
What if Porsche ends up getting jumped or worse?
What if–
"Kinn, stop it. Seriously, I have to do something about your thought process. I'm just a distraction, I'm not going into war." Porsche sighs, snapping Kinn from his thoughts.
"I know." But it feels like it.
Porsche hears the unspoken words at the end. He leans into Kinn and kisses him on the lips softly. And of course, Kinn kisses him back. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss as Porsche does the same the opposite direction.
They break apart and rest their foreheads on one another's.
"Tell me you'll be okay. Please, tell me." Kinn whispers.
"I'll be okay, Kinn. Nothing is going to happen to me. We'll be okay." Porsche whispers back. Is he saying this soothe Kinn? Yes. Is he saying to soothe himself? Also yes.
"I trust you. I always will." He says.
Porsche smiles and looks Kinn into the eye.
"I trust you, too." He says.
Kinn smiles at Porsche despite the anxiousness deep into his stomach. As long as Porsche is unharmed, he can be alright.
As long as nothing happens, Kinn can live in peace.