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Mediant Side Story
Takes place sometime between Chapter 11 and Epilogue of Mediant
Standing in a small huddle of five at the departures drop off, Ten, Chalee, and Petch-Kla’s parents all took turns giving Petch-Kla massive hugs and wishes of safe travels. His mother must have reminded him a hundred times to call her when he landed in Tokyo to check in yet when she had him in her arms, she made sure to tell him once more just in case he forgot.
“I promise, you will be the first to know, Ma,” Petch-Kla assured her while trying to mask his exasperation behind a smile.
“Hey!”
Ten couldn’t let the opportunity to vie for his attention pass by as he drew him in tightly just as soon as Petch-Kla’s mother let him go. “You mean I’m not first on your to-call list?” he joked, giving her a playful wink over Petch-Kla’s shoulder.
“Maybe not the first,” she teased, leaning forward to flick Ten’s forehead good-naturedly, “but I’ll bet you’d be the last before he goes to bed.”
Mortified, Petch-Kla turned around to face his mother. “Ma! Seriously!”
Standing next to Petch-Kla’s father, Chalee watched the exchange with a slight curve on his lips. It may have taken them a while to get here, having been in their triad relationship for over two years now, but eventually Petch-Kla’s parents had warmed up to the unorthodox arrangement; his mother even embracing it and often teasing them along with Petch-Kla’s sister, Keen. His father was more reserved about the whole thing but he was content as long as his son was happy.
And now that Petch-Kla had this stable job that even had him traveling, he could rest assured knowing he’d be okay going forward in that regard.
Hanging back and waiting his turn, Chalee watched the happy exchanges as pride swelled in his chest. As much as Chalee would have happily taken care of his boyfriends for as long as they wanted, he was glad their lives were starting to come together and all the uncertainty they’d faced at the beginning was a mere memory at this point. The puzzle pieces were clicking nicely into place and, while he would surely miss having Petch-Kla by his side for the two weeks, he couldn’t be more proud of him for getting to this point in his career.
When Petch-Kla finally turned toward him, Chalee smiled brightly and leaned up on his toes to throw his arms around Petch-Kla’s neck, giving him a long hug. Petch-Kla buried his face into the top of Chalee’s shoulder and sneaked in a quick kiss just below his ear.
His breath tickled Chalee’s nerves when he whispered to him and the sensation almost had Chalee missing what he’d said. His brain finally registered however in order to hear, “Try not to kill each other while I’m gone, okay?”
Chalee’s eyes sought out Ten’s over Petch-Kla’s shoulder and he couldn’t help but smirk in his direction. Sure, over the last couple of years, there were the occasional nights where one or two of them would be missing for a day or two; they weren’t actually all glued at the hip twenty-four seven. But this would be the longest stretch without Petch-Kla so it made sense that he would tease them about reverting back to their old ways. They had their fair share of issues before he came along, after all.
“We’ll be fine. I already cleared my schedule with the resort in Phetchaburi so I could work from home these two weeks,” Chalee explained, pulling back from Petch-Kla and giving him a reassuring nod. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t wander.”
Chalee had meant it as a joke as Petch-Kla knew Chalee trusted Ten was long past his hooking-up-with-others days. But the reminder of Ten’s infidelity always caused a pang of guilt in his gut regardless as he knew he was one of the contributors to it. But, then again, had Ten not pushed the idea on Chalee in the aggressive way he had, they may never have become what they are now. And what they are now, Petch-Kla thought, was perfect.
So much so that it killed him to walk away from them as he waved good-bye to the group and entered the terminal to check in for his flight.
Chalee and Ten stood silently watching, holding each other’s hand until they ultimately lost sight of Petch-Kla through the crowd on the other side of the large, open glass windows. At the urging of Petch-Kla’s parents, they begrudgingly climbed back into their van and set off for their apartment. They invited the “in-laws” up to join them for dinner as a courtesy, but they’d politely declined saying they wanted to get on the road back home before it got too late. Ten was secretly grateful as he wasn’t exactly in the mood to cook a big dinner and would rather have a simple evening alone with Chalee.
After they ate something light and quick, they snuggled up together on the sofa to watch a few episodes of a series while they fed each other popcorn and drank wine. They were about to start a third episode when Ten’s cell phone went off and he excused himself to the balcony to take the call.
Chalee, thinking nothing of it, took the opportunity to pause for a quick bathroom break and a refill of their glasses. On the way back, he caught a glimpse of Ten on the balcony, smiling widely as he spoke animatedly with whoever was on the other line. He knew it couldn’t be Petch-Kla as his flight had barely left the gate an hour ago and wouldn’t reach Tokyo until the middle of the night, their time.
“Don’t start,” he admonished himself, immediately recognizing where his thoughts were headed. “There are plenty of people he could be talking to like that without it meaning anything.”
Of course, it was easier said than done. Old habits and all that, as it were. But he liked to think that he trusted Ten now more than he did before Petch-Kla came into their home. There really was zero reason to doubt Ten, especially based off of one singular phone call.
At least, that would have been a more reasonable way of thinking if it simply ended with just one phone call.
But over the next couple of days, Chalee couldn’t help but notice how often Ten was excusing himself to take calls either out on the balcony, in the hallway or shutting himself in the bedroom for privacy. One time, he even pulled away from Chalee when they were making out against the front foyer wall to take a call. That was when Chalee really started paying attention. He became hyperaware after that point, even if he mildly hated himself for it.
Chalee battled with his conscious, wanting to give Ten the benefit of the doubt but it was simply too hard to ignore. After the fifth day of constant overthinking, he finally brought it up to Petch-Kla when they were on a video call that night.
“You look upset, Tạw lĕk,” Petch-Kla’s low voice sounded concerned even through the phones’ speaker. “Do you miss me that much?” he added on teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood.
Chalee gave a small smile which looked more like a wince when he finally nodded. “I’m trying really hard but without you here, I’m afraid I’m reverting back to my old suspicious ways where Ten is concerned.”
At that, Petch-Kla sat up, leaning forward toward where he had the phone propped up on the small coffee table in front of him. His hotel room was cozy, if not small but it did have a sofa in addition to the bed so he could sit somewhere while doing the video calls to Chalee and Ten.
“What do you mean?” he asked, idly unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolling up the sleeves to about his elbow.
“It’s just that,” Chalee paused, trying not to get distracted from his thoughts while Petch-Kla also undid a few of the top buttons at the front of his shirt. “He’s been on the phone a lot these last couple of days and it just seems like his mind is... Elsewhere.”
“Not that I’m trying to make excuses for him,” Petch-Kla hedged, “but he is job hunting at the moment. You remember what I was like a couple years ago when that was me, don’t you?”
“All too well,” Chalee confirmed on a huffing laugh. It wasn’t like any of them needed the reminder of that roller coaster as it was certainly a memorable chapter in their lives. Petch-Kla had internalized the struggle and never let Chalee or Ten see all the trial and error he went through when talking to prospective employment opportunities. That ultimately led to Petch-Kla having a mild breakdown and running away to his parents’ place with the intent of giving up on his dreams.
It would make sense that Ten, being a lot less subtle than Petch-Kla, would be more obvious in his scatterbrained way of handling things.
“You’re right,” Chalee sighed in the end, “of course you’re right. I know I’m overthinking these things.” Chalee brought his hands up and rubbed at his face as if he could wipe away the negative thoughts from before. Already he felt better after talking to Petch-Kla, knowing he could always count on him to knock some sense into him when he began to feel his hyper-sensitivity threatening to take over.
“It’s okay, Tạw lĕk,” Petch-Kla cooed. “I wish I could reach through the phone and give you an encouraging hug right now.”
When Chalee removed his hands from his face, he’d noticed that Petch-Kla now had his shirt completely undone with the barest peek of his chest showing between the folds.
“You’re quickly making me want more than just a hug,” he teased, sending Petch-Kla a wink for good measure. The sound of the front door had Chalee turning to greet Ten as he watched from the sofa while Ten removed his shoes and deposited his messenger bag onto the nearby table.
“Perfect timing,” Chalee smiled up at him as he turned the phone in his direction. “Petch-Kla is trying to seduce me all the way from Japan.”
Ten laughed and peered at the screen, taking in Petch-Kla’s “relaxed” attire and letting out a wolf whistle. “Trying to have all the fun without me, huh?” he teased, sitting down next to Chalee on the sofa to join in on the conversation.
“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Petch-Kla teased, holding up his hands in defense. “I was just getting comfortable. You can thank that one for taking it in that direction.”
“Oh, well then, thank you,” he said to Chalee, grabbing hold of the back of his neck and turning him toward him for a brief but overly suggestive kiss. Now it was Petch-Kla’s turn to whistle at the display on his phone which suddenly seemed way too small.
“Ugh, you guys are killing me, here.”
“Something wrong, Babe?” Ten asked with mock innocence and a smirk to match his cheeky question.
“Absolutely nothing, except that you are there and I am here.” Petch-Kla leaned back on the sofa, now with the phone in hand as he rested his head against the cushion.
“That really is too bad,” Ten continued on with his faux consolation, “because otherwise, you’d be able to do this.” Taking hold of Chalee’s face in his hands, Ten opened his mouth over Chalee’s, making it obvious how his tongue first swiped across his bottom lip before pushing in past lips and teeth to meet with his.
Chalee opened up for Ten, sighing into his mouth as he returned the kiss. He grabbed fistfuls of Ten’s shirt, pulling him up against him as if he couldn’t get close enough. Faintly, he heard a long, drawn-out groan but he was so far gone in Ten’s kisses that he honestly couldn’t tell if it was Ten, Petch-Kla or his own sound.
All he really knew in that moment was that he needed Ten to take him hard and fast as soon as humanly possible.
“Take me to the bedroom,” he breathed against Ten’s lips, causing them to curl upward in satisfaction. Ten pulled away slightly only to look down upon Chalee’s blissed out face and slowly shake his head.
“I don’t think I can wait that long,” he chuckled, his eyes darting quickly toward the phone still pointed their way from where it balanced on the nearby table.
“Please,” Petch-Kla said on a choked laugh, “don’t stop on my account. This is so much better than watching porn.”
A flush came to Chalee’s face at his words, causing him to turn his head and look at the phone. A jolt of pleasure shot through him when he realized that Petch-Kla had at some point removed his shirt and his free hand was out of the frame but very clearly not free anymore. The tell-tale sign of his arm pumping... something... had him feeling both shy and emboldened at the same time.
It never ceased to amaze him how he could still feel this way after all they’d experienced together in the last couple of years. There had been plenty of times where one would watch the other two go at it while pleasuring themself so this shouldn’t feel all that much different, he figured. But somehow, it still did. There was a camera on them, even if the camera was only linked to Petch-Kla, and that in itself added a kind of thrill Chalee had never felt before.
When Ten trailed kisses along Chalee’s jaw and down his neck, he dared a quick glance toward the phone, letting out a needy moan when he noticed Petch-Kla’s relaxed mouth and squinted eyes as he worked himself.
Combing his fingers through Ten’s hair, Chalee directed him back up to meet him for a steamy kiss before his hands began pulling at Ten’s clothes in his haste to remove them. It seemed like no time had passed while an eternity went by before Ten finally had Chalee bent over the arm of the sofa and was loosening him up with saliva-slicked fingers. When he curled his fingers deep inside him, Chalee threw his head back with a surprised shout before his chin dropped back down in surrender.
“That is so fucking hot,” Petch-Kla said, having already come once and now simply enjoying the show they were putting on for him.
Ten was so lost in his administrations to Chalee that he’d almost forgotten Petch-Kla was watching until he spoke up. He’d been so distracted this week between job applications and interviews that he hadn’t been able to have much quality time with Chalee, much to his dismay. So, when he’d come home to find him in a teasing mood, he was all too eager to jump at the opportunity, even without the added audience of their boyfriend on the phone.
The reminder and the low, husky timbre of Petch-Kla’s voice had him groaning deep in his throat, quickly positioning himself on his knees behind Chalee on the sofa.
With a small smirk toward the phone, Ten leaned down over Chalee’s back to bring his lips to his ear. “I hope you’re ready because I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Wait,” Petch-Kla called, causing them both to turn their heads in his direction. “Not that I don’t absolutely love this angle too but instead, would you hold onto the phone, Tạw lĕk, so I could see your faces better?”
Ten hurried to reach for the phone and moved it from the coffee table to the small end table next to the sofa, balancing it against the short reading lamp sitting there. Now Petch-Kla had a full view of Chalee’s flushed face as well as a clear line of sight over his shoulder to Ten’s face and torso.
“That’s much better,” he drawled, his free hand once again disappearing beneath the frame of his camera.
Wasting no more time, Ten began to push into Chalee, causing his body to jerk with his gasping breath.
“Are you okay?” Ten asked softly, momentarily halting his movements. He reached forward and took hold of Chalee’s jaw, turning his head to the side so he could see Chalee’s expression better.
Chalee could see the concern in Ten’s eyes which somehow made any lingering pain or discomfort completely disappear as if by magic. His voice, however, was nowhere to be found so instead, he simply nodded and pushed his hips back to encourage Ten to keep going.
It was all the prompting Ten needed and with a quick snap of his hips, he simultaneously caught Chalee’s choked cry with his mouth, kissing him with as much force as was driving his thrusts.
The intense pleasure hit them hard and fast, their moans mingling together into one in a symphony of lust. Ten pulled away from the kiss just enough to move his hand from Chalee’s jaw to his neck, holding him steady while forcing him to look toward the phone.
“Let our boyfriend see just how much you love having me inside you,” he panted tauntingly, knowing Chalee was still holding back due to his self-consciousness. His words seemed to have the desired effect, however, when Chalee leaned his head back against Ten’s shoulder and his mouth dropped open as he let out a long cry of need.
Petch-Kla watched intently as his boyfriends went at it vigorously. As much as he would prefer to be there with them in person, it was insanely thrilling to watch them doing it live from afar; so much so that he was already exhausted from coming three times in such a short period. Now his hand simply stroked lazily as he watched their faces contort in ecstasy with their own release before collapsing on top of each other on the sofa.
Although they had fallen mostly out of the frame of the phones’ camera, Petch-Kla could still hear their labored breathing as they slowly came down from the high of their climax. He almost laughed when he eventually saw a stray hand blindly reaching up and searching for the phone. When Ten finally grabbed it, he turned the camera around to face the front so they could see each other.
“Ah, so you are both still alive after all,” Petch-Kla teased lovingly, smiling at Ten’s satisfied grin and Chalee’s exhausted one as it lay half buried in Ten’s pec.
“Never been better,” Ten assured, giving Petch-Kla a wink while Chalee could only mumble something completely incoherent.
Petch-Kla did laugh at that, the sound bringing a sleepy but content smile to Chalee’s lips. “You should probably get him to bed now,” Petch-Kla suggested to Ten. “You really put him through the ringer that time.”
“I can’t help it,” Ten excused playfully, placing a kiss to Chalee’s forehead. “It’s his own fault for being so incredibly sexy and cute at the same time.”
Chalee mumbled again, barely able to lift a hand but attempting to smack Ten’s chest all the same.
“Okay, okay, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,” Ten concurred, blowing a kiss toward the phone for Petch-Kla. “I think we’ll sign off now. And you should get some sleep too, Mister. You have your meetings tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir,” Petch-Kla laughed, giving him a little salute and shit-eating grin for his remark.
“Mmmfph, P’Kla, lomph you,” Chalee murmured against Ten’s heated skin, making them both chuckle at his attempt.
“Love you guys too,” he said before they each hung up.
The silence of Petch-Kla’s hotel room engulfed him almost immediately. It seemed extra lonely without them there, even if they’d only been with him virtually. Being alone had never bothered him like this until two years ago when he’d started living with Ten and Chalee. In fact, before them, he rather preferred the solitude, seeing as he was always under his parents’ watchful eye and having two siblings. It always made for a busy household. But then he’d gotten a taste of freedom and quiet and had loved every minute of it.
Then he moved into the small but cozy apartment with his boyfriends and it just felt like a perfect median between calm and chaos. Yes, it could get busy at times and yes, they had to share the relatively small space; but it was comfortable and intimate in a way that gave him a warm and fuzzy feeling instead of a suffocating one. Even the thought of it made him feel a sense of home-sickness he never truly experienced before.
As he took a shower and prepared for bed, Petch-Kla thought about the project he’d come here to work on and how it was progressing much smoother than he originally thought it would. So much so that he wondered if he could wrap it up in the next day or two and return home a few days earlier than was planned.
The idea had him feeling in better spirits and soon he was able to drift off to sleep with the optimistic thought of seeing his boys sooner rather than later.
***
Shuffling his feet along the sidewalk, Ten all but dragged his tired body from the bus stop to the front door of their apartment building. It had been a long day after not getting much sleep the night before though he really had no one to blame but himself. Well, unless he wanted to try and pin it on Chalee and his irresistible self.
After they had hung up with Petch-Kla, Ten and Chalee had gone into the shower to clean up. The water had woken Chalee up a bit and he’d gotten a little more handsy than he had intended. They ended up going for another round, this time with Chalee taking the reins before they completely collapsed in bed just after one in the morning.
Ten had gotten up by six to get ready to go into the office where he was doing his internship and then, after that finished for the day, he had planned an interview with their hiring manager to see what the likelihood would be for him to continue working there once the internship was over.
He’d learned from Petch-Kla to get on the job search early and to be proactive about it instead of assuming he would be able to stay on once he graduated. Petch-Kla had even given him a list of all the places he’d applied to so that Ten would know what was in the area that coincided with what they learned in Uni.
As much as he knew what the day would hold for him, he was powerless to turn down his adorable boyfriend’s attentions, therefore he was paying the price for it now. Thinking back to their night, however, he couldn’t deny it was totally worth it.
Stepping off the elevator, Ten practically held his breath, knowing he was so close to being able to crash. Just a few more steps and he’d be home. He somehow managed to make it to their door without faltering and was about to unlock the door when Chalee’s voice from inside halted him.
“I swear we’ll keep this from him,” he heard through the thin door. “He shouldn’t suspect anything, what with the internship keeping him busy during the day. I’ll sneak you in, don’t worry.”
What the hell?
Ten had half a mind to burst through the door and catch Chalee off guard. He wanted to know who Chalee was talking to and who he was trying to sneak into their home while one boyfriend was abroad and the other was working all day.
Maybe it was his exhaustion or maybe it was from missing Petch-Kla, he wasn’t certain, but the unwelcome thought that it might be a lover crossed his mind and refused to move on.
“No, that can’t be right,” Ten whispered to himself. “He’s not like that.” After all their back and forth over the years on their views of polyamory and monogamy, there was simply no way Chalee had a single cheating bone in his body.
Ten brought his hand up, rubbing his fingers against his temple and the pressure building there. His mood must be affecting his judgement, he decided, almost tempted to laugh at himself for his absurdity but simply lacking the energy to do so. Instead, he turned the key into the lock and went inside, noticing how Chalee whipped around to face him from the middle of the room in surprise.
“You’re home!” he proclaimed loudly, his phone still held up to his ear. His eyes darted to the phone before he quickly murmured into it that he had to go and he quickly hung up the call. Plastering an overly bright smile on his face, Chalee spoke animatedly while he walked toward the laundry in the kitchen to change over a load. “I was wondering when you’d get back. I was just about to text you about whether you’d had anything to eat yet or if you knew when you’d be home. I made some curry although it might need to be reheated by now.”
Trying not to dwell on his earlier suspicion and wayward thoughts, Ten made his way from the front door to the bathroom, passing by Chalee without a word and closing himself inside. He rushed through a short shower, just to get the grime of the day off of him, then retreated to the bedroom, again without saying anything but a quick greeting on his brush past Chalee.
Once inside, he flopped on the bed face down, still in nothing but the towel he’d wrapped around his waist after his shower. He felt weak but that wasn’t what bothered him. His mind and his heart ached when he thought about the possibility of Chalee with anyone else. No amount of reason or logic seemed to dissuade him from dwelling on that nonsensical notion that had popped into his head in the hallway. It had been fleeting and ridiculous at best but somehow it managed to snowball into a lingering string of “what ifs” that soon had the pulsing in his head morphing into full-on throbbing.
This must be karma catching up with him, he thought with a groan into the pillow. Those few months where he’d gone astray from his and Chalee’s relationship were certainly not his finest moments and he regretted them every single day. Now he had to wonder if this aching and suspicion was what Chalee felt all the time back then. It certainly ate away at him enough to concoct the plan to bring Petch-Kla into the mix which only further confirmed his desperation at the time.
A fresh wave of guilt hit him like a kick between the eyes, forcing him to recoil with a jolt. Unable to stay still, despite the dizzying headache, Ten jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room to find Chalee sitting on the sofa and folding the pile of laundry he’d just taken out of the drier scattered in front of him on the coffee table and floor.
Chalee looked up at Ten’s arrival, his eyes going wide when he realized Ten still hadn’t gotten dressed after his shower. Worry furrowed his brow when he noticed Ten’s breathing was staggered and heavy as if he’d just run a marathon. His lips were curled in a wince like he was in pain while his fingers came up to rub the side of his head.
“Are you okay?” Chalee asked carefully, dropping the shirt in his hands and slowly rising to his feet. He approached Ten with caution, concerned that something had happened to make him look as weary as he did.
“I-” Ten didn’t know how to respond. He couldn’t very well say that he was scared to lose Chalee to someone else just out of the blue. It barely made sense in his head, let alone speaking it out loud when there were absolutely zero grounds for the notion in the first place. The whole thing simply made no sense and yet here Ten was on the verge of hyperventilating with his unreasonable worry.
Chalee noticed the color draining from Ten’s face and rushed to take hold of him, worried he might fall. “Come on, let’s get you in bed,” he suggested softly, turning them around and guiding Ten back into the bedroom. He helped him put on a pair of boxers and a tank top to sleep in then got him settled under the covers, running the back of his hand along his forehead and cheek to check his temperature.
“Hmm, you don’t feel warm,” Chalee mused aloud. “But maybe I should call the doctor anyway just in case-”
He’d gone to turn away in search of his phone when Ten’s hand halted him with a firm grip on his wrist.
“I don’t need a doctor,” he excused though his voice was raspy. “Just a couple of aspirin and you next to me will do the trick.”
“Seriously?” Chalee wanted to laugh but his concern for Ten made it sound more like a cough. “You’re really going to try and flirt with me when you look like you’re about to pass out?”
“Please,” Ten asked, puffing out his bottom lip in a pout and blinking a few times. As much as Chalee still thought he should at least call a doctor for an opinion, he promised Ten he would just go fetch him the medicine and some water and be right back.
True to his word, he soon returned and handed them over to Ten. He also had his phone in hand which he placed on the opposite end table for easy access should he end up calling the clinic after all. He’d already sent a quick text to Petch-Kla, telling him of the strange and sudden situation so he would be kept in the loop and know they wouldn’t be around for a video call that night.
After Chalee changed his clothes and climbed into bed next to Ten, he gathered him up into his arms and tried to soothe him by running his hand over his hair and back.
“Get some sleep,” he said softly, touching the tip of his nose to Ten’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
If only Chalee knew how much those words meant in that moment. Ten snuggled deeper into Chalee’s side and closed his eyes, feeling more content and calmer than he had all day. The sudden burst of restlessness from moments before melted away, bringing along his exhaustion once again. This time, however, he was in the comforting embrace of his loving boyfriend and that made all the difference in the world. He was now able to drift off to sleep with a piece of mind and serenity that only Chalee could grant him.
So much so, in fact, that when he woke the next morning, he felt completely refreshed and light as if the headache from the night before was nothing but a dream.
Chalee was already up and about, moving around in the kitchen. Ten went out there to join him, his heart swelling when he noticed Chalee had made them both some congee.
“Hey,” Chalee greeted a bit hesitantly. “How are you feeling?”
Ten came around the half wall and gathered Chalee up in his arms for a hug. “So much better, thanks to you,” he mumbled into Chalee’s hair. The faint smell of lavender hit Ten almost immediately, causing him to take a longer inhale to savor the scent. “I love how you smell after a shower.”
“That’s the shampoo, not me,” Chalee laughed though he couldn’t deny the thrill Ten’s words gave him nonetheless. They stayed in each other’s arms for a moment longer before Chalee finally tapped Ten on the back to encourage him to sit at the tale where his breakfast waited for him. “Even if you are feeling better, eat this and make sure to drink lots of water at the office today.”
Ten groaned at the reminder that he still had his internship to get to today. At least it was Friday, he thought to himself as he took large mouthfuls of the warm, flavorful congee. It had been so hectic the last few days, he’d already felt like he’d put in a full weeks’ worth of work when there was still today to get through. But today, he could probably sail through with only a few finishing touches needed on his current project.
Plus, he thought with an inward smile, he had the weekend and Petch-Kla's return on Monday to look forward to. That in itself was enough motivation to get him moving and feeling energized for the day.
By the time he was walking out the door, there was an extra little pep in his step, and that was even before Chalee handed him a boxed lunch and saw him off with a long, heartfelt kiss.
“Have a great day and be sure to hurry home,” Chalee said with a wink, indicating he either had plans for Ten this evening or he was simply “in the mood.”
Either way was fine with Ten and it was all he could do to keep himself from daydreaming about it while he sat in his lonely cubicle staring at his computer for hours on end. The only thing getting him through the day was the thought of coming back home and having some quality time with his boyfriend; preferably naked and in bed.
***
“Are you sure he doesn’t suspect a thing?”
Chalee pulled back slightly within the strong and warm embrace to look up into a handsome face he’d missed so much in the last couple of weeks. There were a few curious onlookers around the arrivals area of the airport but neither Chalee nor Petch-Kla paid them any mind as they held each other tight.
“He seemed a little off last night when I texted you about it,” Chalee admitted, his brow furrowing slightly in concern, “but I don’t think there’s any way he could know you were coming back early.”
“You’re the only one I told so if you didn’t say it and I didn’t say it, then we should be in the clear.”
“I do feel bad about hiding it,” Chalee admitted even though he couldn’t fully conceal the smirk from his lips. “Although having a secret from him for once feels nice.”
Petch-Kla laughed and leaned his head down to bring his lips to Chalee’s ear. “And just think how fun it’ll be to catch him off guard when he gets home to find you with someone else.”
A flush came to Chalee’s cheeks as he playfully swatted at Petch-Kla’s shoulder. He took a quick glance around, finally remembering where they were. It wasn’t that he suddenly cared about people staring but there was a certain level of PDA he was okay with and having Petch-Kla turning him on with just the whisper of his breath against his sensitive ear was getting dangerously close to that line.
“Well then,” Chalee tried to keep the playfulness going even though his voice had suddenly developed a slight quiver to it in anticipation, “s-should we get you home t-then?”
With a self-satisfied smile, Petch-Kla once again rose to his full height and nodded agreement. As Chalee went around to the drivers’ side of the car, Petch-Kla quickly loaded his suitcase into the trunk. They were quiet as Chalee navigated out of the busy airport but once they were comfortably on the way to their apartment, he reached across the middle console for Petch-Kla’s hand, linking their fingers together casually yet intimately.
“How did the rest of the project go?”
Petch-Kla excitedly recapped the last day of meetings at Chalee’s question, his face lighting up with his enthusiasm. Chalee had to really focus on the road so that he wouldn’t be tempted to simply stare at him while he spoke with such passion and contentment, even if most of the words coming out of his mouth went right over Chalee’s head. Even after having lived with two avid gamers for the last two years, the technology and grunt work that went into making them still was something he never quite understood though he was glad Petch-Kla and Ten had each other to geek out with over it all.
“Will you have to go back to Japan to finish it?” Chalee asked, trying to keep the apprehension out of his tone. He wanted to be supportive but damn it all if he didn’t expect to miss Petch-Kla’s presence in the home as much as he had these past couple of weeks.
They had just pulled into their designated parking spot in the underground lot when he’d asked the question. While they got out and Petch-Kla retrieved his luggage out of the trunk, he shrugged but then shook his head.
“I don’t believe so,” he answered although Chalee could tell he wasn’t fully convinced. “We got everything done that I had gone there for, but the game is still a ways away from being complete so there may be new developments that need to be ironed out down the road at some point.”
When they hopped into the elevator, Petch-Kla noticed Chalee’s crestfallen expression, making his chest ache with the knowledge that he’d missed him so much while he was away. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Petch-Kla turned and gathered Chalee up against him again although this time, he didn’t hold back from kissing him in the way he’d been dying to since he spotted him in the arrivals pick-up area.
Chalee immediately threw his arms around Petch-Kla’s neck and shoulders, holding on tight as Petch-Kla practically lifted him off the floor in his need to get closer. Their lips met hungrily and their tongues danced with each other to the melodic moans coming out of them both.
All too soon, they had to pull away when the elevator stopped at the first floor to pick up passengers waiting in the lobby. They quickly composed themselves just in time before the doors opened and an elderly couple Chalee somewhat recognized came in. They nodded politely in greeting but rode the rest of the way in silence although Petch-Kla made sure to press the back of his hand against Chalee’s while they stood pressed to each other's side in the confined space.
The slow ride up effectively cooled their initial hastiness, enough so that when they got into the apartment, they didn’t attack each other right away again.
Instead, Petch-Kla gave Chalee a sweeter, more lingering kiss before excusing himself to bring his luggage into the bedroom and take a shower to wash the travel off of him. Noting the time, Chalee got to work on preparing some food, knowing Ten was due home within the hour.
As he chopped up some peppers and onions to make a simple basil and ground pork dinner, he vaguely thought about how lucky they were that Petch-Kla’s flight had not been overly delayed. They had purposefully scheduled the flight that would get Petch-Kla back into BKK while Ten was at work to better pull off the surprise. The flight arrived an hour later than scheduled but it still gave them enough time to get home before him.
Chalee was just putting the veggies into a deep pan when Petch-Kla emerged from the bathroom. Glancing over his shoulder at him, Chalee noticed he was wearing the silk green diamond-patterned robe he’d bought for him when they first met.
Turning around to better take in the view, Chalee crossed his arms over his chest and made a show of looking Petch-Kla up and down his entire body. “I remember the first time I saw you in that,” Chalee mused aloud. “It’s a shame I didn’t appreciate it the same way then as I do now.”
A predatorial look came across Petch-Kla’s countenance as he slowly stalked toward Chalee, backing him up against the stove. Reaching out around him, Petch-Kla turned off the heat and moved the pan to a different element before taking hold of Chalee’s waist and yanking him forward. Chalee’s hands came up to Petch-Kla’s chest, mostly for balance but also to feel the soft fabric of the lapels atop the hard tones of Petch-Kla’s pecs.
“So, you’re saying you weren’t imagining taking this off of me in the same way I wanted to take yours off of you back then?” His voice had gone low but full of intent, only emphasized further by his hands sliding down to cup Chalee’s ass through his fitted jeans.
Chalee sucked in some air in a surprised gasp when he felt the evidence of Petch-Kla’s arousal against his belly. No matter how long they’d been together or how many times he’d felt or seen it before, it never failed to send a little thrill through his system, knowing he could affect Petch-Kla this much.
“Maybe if I took the time to appreciate what was standing right in front of me,” Chalee finally relented as he combed his fingers through Petch-Kla’s hair. “But at the time, I was hyper fixated on trying to change Ten that I didn’t open myself up to the possibilities.”
“Mmm,” Petch-Kla hummed, bringing his lips to the crook of Chalee’s neck. “I love when you open yourself up, Tạw lĕk.”
A nervous, bubbling laugh caught in Chalee’s throat at the quip but the feel of Petch-Kla’s lips against his sensitive skin was anything but humorous; especially when his teeth nibbled lightly before his tongue smoothed over the bite.
“Kla,” Chalee groaned, quickly losing the battle to keep his composure long enough to make them dinner. “If you keep this up, we won’t have anything to eat when Ten gets home.” He could feel Petch-Kla’s lips curl up against his skin and this time, he let the laugh escape while he pushed against Petch-Kla’s shoulders. “Don’t even say it,” he warned with a finger pointed at him. “I know what you’re about to say so don’t even try to make it into an innuendo.”
Petch-Kla shrugged nonchalantly as if he were not responsible for the way his head made simple statements dirty. It was simply a natural talent he had, especially after being away from his boyfriends for so long and desperate to make up for the lost time.
“I think I know what Ten would appreciate more when he walks in over a ready meal.”
Even though Chalee could probably guess what Petch-Kla had in mind, he still tilted his head in consideration and regarded him thoughtfully. “Oh?” he teased, indulging him. “And what is that?”
In answer, Petch-Kla took hold of Chalee’s hand and all but dragged him to the bedroom. He brought him to their walk-in closet and immediately began undressing Chalee down to his boxer briefs. Chalee stood there unmoving, allowing Petch-Kla to do whatever he had planned, resigned to the fact that they wouldn’t be having dinner first when Ten came home.
Just as well, he thought with a satisfied smile, as they might as well work up an appetite first.
Reaching up to the hanging clothes, Petch-Kla pulled out Chalee’s dark red diamond patterned robe that matched his green one. He draped it around Chalee’s shoulders and Chalee put his arms through while Petch-Kla tied it loosely, making sure to showcase Chalee’s toned chest and abs.
“A body like this deserves to be on display as much as possible, Tạw lĕk,” Petch-Kla purred, running a finger down from Chalee’s clavicles to his navel. The soft yet suggestive touch had Chalee’s breath coming out in short, quick gasps. His body instinctively leaned forward to meet more of Petch-Kla’s touch, wanting to get lost in it and him as soon as possible.
He was about to step forward and close the small gap between them when the faint sound of the front door unlocking reached them.
Quickly grabbing the top of Chalee’s shoulders, Petch-Kla smiled down at him and whispered, “Remember the first time I was here?” Chalee nodded, thinking back to the time he staged a possible affair with Petch-Kla in the hopes to make Ten jealous.
“Good,” Petch-Kla said, pushing Chalee out of the closet and closing the door between them. “Let’s see what would happen this time, now that you’ve opened yourself up.”
“You’re a fucking tease,” Chalee grumbled, sticking his tongue out at Petch-Kla through the slatted door at his latest nuance. But even so, he couldn’t deny the idea was intriguing. Moving quickly, Chalee rummaged through the drawer of the small desk in the corner of the room until he found the tiny bottle of cologne that he’d bought back then. It was a scent none of them wore and yet Chalee hated throwing things out that still had potential. It was a good thing he held onto it as he spritzed some into the room near the doorway in the same way he had back then.
He replaced the bottle into the drawer and was just about to reach for the bedroom door when it opened from the other side, revealing Ten standing there with an eager look on his face.
Ten’s eyes widened when he saw Chalee waiting in just the robe, his eyes fixated on the smooth yet rippled torso peeking through the low opening down to the belt. When his gaze trailed up and met with Chalee’s, it was all Ten could do not to pounce on him right then and there.
“Do you have any idea,” Ten began, forgoing any kind of greeting in lieu of getting straight to the matter at hand. Especially when he wore that damn robe that Ten loved so much. Slowly walking toward Chalee and backing him up toward the bed, he continued in a menacing tone, “any idea.. how much your hinting promise from this morning had been on my mind, distracting me all day?”
A giddy nervousness had Chalee’s eyes darting from side to side and his hands fidgeting together in front of him. “I, uh... I’m sorry?” he searched for something to say or something to do. Knowing that Petch-Kla was secretly hiding in the closet had him feeling a strange sense of guilt mixed with excitement at not having told Ten about it earlier.
Back when they’d tried this tactic to catch Ten off guard, it had been planned out in advance; at least to the extent that all that had to happen was Ten needed to think Chalee was sleeping with Petch-Kla so he would know what it felt like to be cheated on. But that should have been the end of it. Instead, they began a life of a triad, or at least a fake one... until it was no longer as such.
Now, however, Chalee wanted to experience the full ramifications of deliberately baiting Ten this morning along with the joy of the three of them being reunited once again.
“You’re sorry?” Ten scoffed, taking hold of Chalee’s shoulders and pulling the robe down slightly to reveal more of his creamy skin. “Somehow, I don’t believe you are. In fact,” he added as he pushed Chalee back to sit on the foot of the bed, “I think you knew exactly what you were doing. I remember telling you that whenever you wanted to have sex, all you had to do was give me a heads’ up. I’m glad you took me up on it.”
Ten bent down to bring his face mere inches from Chalee’s as Chalee leaned back slightly, his hands behind him on the bed holding himself up. Ten took the opportunity to untie the belt of the robe and push the ends open even further.
“Fuck, you are so incredibly sexy,” Ten breathed, taking his time and allowing his gaze to linger and appreciate every dip and valley of his toned body.
He was about to bring his lips to Chalee’s shoulder when his nose scrunched up suddenly and he pulled back to meet Chalee’s eyes once again. “What is that smell?” He turned his head to sniff around the area to try and guess what it was. “It smells vaguely familiar but it’s not yours.”
“Uh..” Chalee’s eyes darted toward the closet on their own accord before he forced himself to sit straighter and look up at Ten’s confused expression. “It’s.. Uh.. Nothing.” Chalee’s hand went up to his mouth as he racked his brain for what to say. His teeth began picking at his thumbnail and he had to consciously force himself to stop before he could make himself bleed.
“Why am I getting this strange sense of déjà vu?” Ten’s question was heavily laced with suspicion as he continued to look around the room for something. “Was someone else here today?”
“Umm.. Well..” Chalee rose to his feet and righted his robe, suddenly feeling like this was a bad idea. He hadn’t quite anticipated such an upset reaction from Ten with just this little bit of a push. If only this was how the plan had gone the first time around, Chalee thought with an inward ironic wince. But instead, back then, Ten had jumped on him and initiated some petting and making out, which was why Chalee had expected the same response this time.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to think of a way out of this situation for long. As Ten stared at Chalee in disbelief, a soft voice suddenly sounded from the closet.
“Clatter.”
Chalee might have laughed if it weren’t for his concern over Ten’s skepticism and those eyes that were clouded with hurt. In unison, they turned their heads toward the closet where they heard a little louder this time.
“Clatter... clatter.”
“Wait a second,” Ten said in mild awe, “What was that noise?”
Torn between coming clean and keeping up the charade, Chalee looked toward the sliding door and shook his head. “Nothing! There’s no one in the closet, really.”
“Hold on,” Ten spun on his heal, turning away from Chalee as a sense of dawning came over him. “This isn’t just déjà vu. This is almost an exact recreation.” Taking two long strides toward the closet, Ten yanked the door open and almost shouted in surprise when he saw Petch-Kla standing there in the same green robe he’d worn the first time they were all in this room together.
“Don’t be mad at Tạw lĕk,” Petch-Kla smiled as he brought his hands up to cup the sides of Ten’s neck. He brought him in for a deep, lingering kiss that had Ten melting against him almost immediately. When his legs started to go weak, Petch-Kla pulled away just long enough to guide him to the bed to sit down much like Ten had done to Chalee moments before.
Kneeling down in front of him, Petch-Kla took hold of his hands. “It was my idea, so if you have to be upset at someone, be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,” Ten assured, looking from Petch-Kla to Chalee and back again with a soft smile. “Although you almost had me going there.” Petch-Kla moved to sit next to him on the bed, still holding onto one of Ten’s hands as he continued. “I thought for a moment that Chalee was still holding onto some revenge plan for the past shit I’d done.”
“Nah, I’m over it,” Chalee laughed then brought a finger to the side of his mouth as if he were thinking about it. “Then again, I never did get to make you kneel in the way I had imagined it back then.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve knelt for you before,” Ten teased with a knowing smirk. The playful remark had enough implication to it that Chalee could feel his body responding once more in search of contact and attention.
Ten could see the way Chalee’s eyes darkened, causing a chain reaction to ignite his own lustful imagination and yearning to touch and be touched. Reaching out, he took hold of Chalee’s arm and yanked him forward while he slid off the bed to kneel at Chalee’s feet.
His head tilted up only the slightest bit as he looked through his lashes at Chalee’s startled face. “Is this what you had envisioned back then?” he asked with mock innocence, guiding Chalee’s hands to either side of his head.
“I-” Chalee glanced over to Petch-Kla who was watching with apt interest from his relaxed position on the bed. “At the time, I had thought you’d might learn what it felt like to see your lover being intimate with someone else. I thought maybe you would dislike the idea enough to realize that’s how I felt seeing you with others.” He nodded toward Petch-Kla and winced as he thought back to that time which by now seemed like a lifetime ago. “I even thought Petch-Kla might speak up, saying if you want me to be only yours then to stop sleeping around. He’d claimed to have done that sort of thing a hundred times, after all.”
A faint sense of satisfaction came over Chalee as he noticed a sheepish flush creep into Petch-Kla’s complexion at the reminder of his boastful claims from then. Although they never really talked about it before, Chalee figured it was safe to assume that the statement had been a lie at the time just so that Chalee would go along with the plan.
“Ahh, but see, that’s where you were mistaken,” Ten said as he slid his fingers along Chalee’s wrists and up his arms to pull on the sleeves of his robe. Since it was already opened, it didn’t take much to yank it down so that Chalee stood before him in nothing but his underwear. “I didn’t want you to be mine. As a matter of fact,” he added as his voice went deeper with a rough edge to it, “I wanted to be all yours.”
To emphasize his point, Ten leaned forward and touched his cheek to Chalee’s hip, nuzzling there as if he were a pet looking for attention from its owner. The gesture had Chalee gasping in elated shock, pleasantly amazed by the unexpected act. He quickly locked eyes with Petch-Kla who only smiled softly in return.
“But you are not all mine,” Chalee answered as he ran a hand over Ten’s hair and lifting his head up with a finger under his chin. “The three of us have each other now, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.”
Ten’s face lit up and he made a move to get to his feet but Chalee quickly moved his hands to Ten’s shoulders to hold him down. Petch-Kla chuckled and leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees in apt interest.
“You know,” he drawled, “maybe you should make the most of your current... position.” Ten looked over his shoulder at Petch-Kla who winked back at him suggestively. By the time he turned back around to look up at Chalee, he realized Chalee had already removed the last of his clothing and stood there hovering over him completely nude. The sight was almost more than he could handle as he noticed just how turned on Chalee was.
Shuffling forward on his knees, Ten reached his hands up to take hold of Chalee’s waist while his tongue came out and swiped along the V of his hip. Chalee’s sharp intake of breath spurred him on as he continued to lick and kiss along the junction where hip met thigh, purposefully avoiding any contact with the needy, demanding erection so close to his face.
“Ten,” Chalee begged on a desperate gasp, unable to stand the torture any longer. “Please.”
A low satisfied hum echoed in Ten’s ears as he complied with Chalee’s request, opening his mouth around him and taking him deep into his throat in one go. Chalee’s hip jerked with the sudden pleasure, causing him to hit the back of Ten’s throat and making him cough.
“Sorry!” he panted, trying to pull back although Ten’s hands on his hips only tightened to keep him in place. Looking down at him in wonderment, Chalee could see a faint hint of tears in Ten’s eyes although he didn’t let up on his administrations even the slightest bit.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Petch-Kla growled, coming to his feet and standing behind Ten. Leaning over him, he crushed his lips to Chalee’s, holding his head still while he assaulted him hungrily. Below them, Ten blindly reached behind him and fumbled around until he found the belt of Petch-Kla’s robe. With one swift pull, he got it open and immediately wrapped his hand around Petch-Kla’s stiffness.
Ten hummed around Chalee before pulling off of him with an audible wet pop. He then turned slightly so he could give attention to Petch-Kla in the same manner.
“Mmmm, I love when he’s in an ‘eager to please’ mood,” Petch-Kla took hold of the back of Chalee’s neck, closing his fingers around it slightly to add some delicious pressure that had Chalee’s eyes fluttering with contentment. “You don’t mind sharing him at the moment, do you Tạw lĕk?”
“Only if it’s you,” Chalee panted as Ten pumped him vigorously with his hand and Petch-Kla kissed him mercilessly. At some point throughout the wandering hands and mouths, Chalee had worked Petch-Kla out of his robe and tossed it aside while reaching down and pulling Ten’s shirt up and over his head. The three of them teased each other into a fine state of need and arousal, soon moving their activities to the bed with no more clothing blocking anyone’s way.
Keeping Ten in between them, Chalee and Petch-Kla returned the favor by taking turns pleasuring him with their hands and mouths. Their touches were frantic and their kisses were delightfully dirty as they got reacquainted with each other after their time apart. Soon, they found their rhythm and Petch-Kla was reaching into the nightstand for the lube and condoms, slicking his fingers up and running them gently over Ten’s hole.
When he didn’t object, Petch-Kla pressed one finger in, eliciting a low groan from him. Chalee leaned forward and kissed Ten as he continued to moan with pleasure at Petch-Kla’s invasion. When he inserted a second one to open him up further, Ten automatically bit down on Chalee’s bottom lip as a result.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Ten murmured against Chalee as he ran his tongue across the spot he’d just chomped down on then plunged it inside his mouth to taste more of him.
“For the record,” Petch-Kla said softly against Ten’s ear, “this is so much better than watching through a video call.” Unable to wait any longer, Petch-Kla grabbed one of the foil packets and quickly rolled the condom on. He was about to position himself behind Ten when Ten suddenly jerked away from both him and Chalee.
Flipping around and kneeling to face them, he looked from one to the other then repositioned so he could straddle Petch-Kla’s lap. Running his hands down the front of his chest, he brought shining, pleading eyes up while he rubbed his ass along Petch-Kla’s length.
“I want to ride you,” he declared first then turned to look at Chalee when he added, “and then I want fuck you.”
“You really want it all tonight, huh?” Chalee teased, leaning back against the pillows, propping one hand behind his head and the other lazily stroking himself as he watched them.
“Whose fault is that for being a fucking cock tease this morning and then bringing home our boyfriend without telling me?”
“Touché,” Chalee laughed, giving himself a squeeze as he ran his tongue over his bruised bottom lip. He was likely to feel that tomorrow but that was fine by him. In fact, he rather liked feeling the aftereffects of Ten’s roughness the following day, especially when it was the weekend and he didn’t have to worry about concealing it from anyone.
Balancing the bulk of his weight on one hand planted against Petch-Kla’s chest, Ten reached behind him and took hold of Petch-Kla’s cock to line it up with his slick, pre-loosened entrance. Lowering himself, he slowly took him in, pausing a couple of times to adjust and stretch while enjoying the feel of the slight burn it caused. He probably shouldn’t have been so hasty and allowed Petch-Kla to open him up a bit more but he had long since run out of patience.
Petch-Kla held his breath while Ten controlled the pace atop of him. His hands held onto his waist, his fingers digging into the top curve of Ten’s ass, keeping him steady while also gently guiding him along. The feel of his channel tight around him was a sweet kind of torture that he both wanted to savor but also speed along at the same time.
Then Ten took a long inhale before allowing his body to drop down, taking in all of Petch-Kla at once. His head fell back as he moaned long and loud, feeling the tip of Petch-Kla reach all the way inside him. Lifting up a few inches, he fell back down again, loving the way Petch-Kla filled him so completely. He was hard and warm, heating Ten from within in a way that felt both comforting and forbidden at once.
“Jesus, Ten,” Petch-Kla groaned. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
“Excellent,” Ten smirked, leaning forward and pulling Petch-Kla into a sloppy kiss while he started to move above him. Ten cupped the sides of Petch-Kla’s face while he picked up the pace, kissing and sucking at his mouth like a starved man who was finally handed his favorite meal.
“Ten, I’m coming,” Petch-Kla warned seconds before his hips lifted up off the bed, burying himself deep inside Ten as he spilled into the condom. Ten slowed his hips, giving Petch-Kla’s sensitive cock light friction while he continued to pulsate in pleasure.
Ten reached for a new foil packet and slowly lifted off of Petch-Kla once he felt him soften slightly. With his heated eyes fixated on Chalee, Ten crawled across the bed to hover over him. “I hope you are ready for me because I’m barely holding on here.”
“Oh, don’t you worry,” Chalee smirked at him while throwing his arms around Ten’s neck and arching his body up to make contact from chest to hip. “I’ve been ready since you walked in the door.”
A deep guttural sound escaped Ten as he pulled on Chalee’s legs, bringing him up against him while spreading him wide. When he reached down, he was pleasantly surprised to see that while he’d been riding Petch-Kla, Chalee hadn’t been idle. He was already slick and ready, eagerly awaiting Ten’s attention.
When he slid inside, Chalee’s arms around him tightened, followed by his legs folding around his hips and squeezing, pulling him in further.
“Don’t go slow,” Chalee groaned, taking a fistful of Ten’s hair and tugging on it firmly. “I need you now.”
Already nearing the end of his own rope, Ten obliged by snapping his hips forward, barely giving Chalee time to recover before pulling almost completely out then plunging in again. A few passes like that had them both panting frantically and Ten leaned back in order to quicken his thrusts. Petch-Kla took the opportunity to slant over Chalee and kiss him while also running a hand over his chest to flick across his sensitive nipples.
When his hand went further south and took hold of him in a firm grasp, Petch-Kla swallowed back Chalee’s pleasured moans as if they were more intoxicating than pure oxygen.
The stimulation was intense and coming at him from all directions, making Chalee completely lose control under their administrations. The bed rocked with the force of Ten’s movements, each push causing Chalee to shift closer and closer to the headboard until he changed from deep thrusts to short, fast ones.
“There!” Chalee gasped, reaching up to grab Ten’s shoulders to hold on tight as his orgasm suddenly hit, catching him off guard in the most exciting way possible. Ten kept up the punishing pace while Chalee spilled over Petch-Kla’s hand and his own belly. The sight of him completely letting go had Ten shouting with his release, dragging out his movements as long as he could while he still had the strength in his legs to do so.
But as soon as the waves of ecstasy receded, he all but collapsed half on top of Chalee between him and Petch-Kla. All three of them lie there as they tried to catch their breath, the smell of sweat and sex surrounding them in erotic euphoria while they clung to each other in contentment.
Petch-Kla was the first to regain his senses so he got up to help clean them all up while the other two fought to keep their eyes open. When he returned to bed, he snuggled up against Ten’s side and reached across him to lay his hand on Chalee’s hip.
“Have I mentioned how much I’ve missed you two?” he asked in a husky whisper. Ten hummed as he tried to form coherent words in his post-orgasmic bliss. Taking a deep breath, he finally managed to get a hold of himself long enough to respond.
“It always feels strange around here when one of you guys are gone,” he mused. “Between the last couple of weeks and then Chalee constantly having to go to Phetchaburi, it feels like this place is incomplete more often than not.”
“I’m sorry,” Chalee sighed, knowing Ten was more sensitive to their absences now that they were in this relationship that relied heavily on what each of them brought to the table. “The resort is finished, at least, so I should be able to pull back some on my needing to be there.”
“No, it’s okay, you do what you have to do... I’m just... talking too much.”
“Don’t say that,” Chalee said softly, taking hold of Ten’s hand. “You are allowed to feel that way and I’m sorry for contributing to it. But even putting that aside, I want to be home more. I hate being away from you both.”
“You mean you hate missing out on epic three-way action like tonight?”
Chalee playfully swatted at Ten for his smartass remark although he had to admit there was some truth to it. “You’re not entirely wrong,” he allowed, resting his head on Ten’s shoulder once more while his fingers traced the lines and curves of his chest mindlessly.
Silence fell over them once again while they got lost in their own thoughts. After a while, Petch-Kla let out a low chuckle before speaking up. “To think this is how that encounter could have gone...” he thought out loud, referring to the first time he’d ever stepped foot in this apartment. It may have only been a couple of years but sometimes it felt like a lifetime ago.
“I’m glad you didn’t turn out to be the simpleton I originally thought you were,” Chalee added amusingly, lifting his head up to look across Ten at Petch-Kla.
“What on Earth made you think that?” Ten asked incredulously though he was more intrigued than anything else.
Chalee lifted a brow at both of them and winced. “Clatter?” he said in a playfully derisive way. “Seriously? You were supposed to make a clatter not say the word ‘clatter.’ As in make a distracting noise?”
“To be fair,” Ten spoke up with a slight giggle, “it distracted me well enough.”
“See?” Petch-Kla defended with a shit-eating grin. “It worked, all the same.”
Chalee rolled his eyes and shook his head, muttering under his breath “Good thing you guys are cute.”
Pulling Chalee in tight against his side, Ten sniff-kissed his hair and joked, “Likewise, Tạw lĕk.”
Chalee had half a mind to admonish Ten for using that nickname as Petch-Kla was always the only one to call him that. However, he couldn’t deny that hearing it from either of them was incredibly endearing, so he let it slide.
“It’s amazing how far we’ve come in just two years,” Petch-Kla contemplated, allowing his hand to wander on Ten’s hip.
“It’s been an interesting ride, that’s for sure,” Chalee laughed, linking his fingers with Petch-Kla’s where their hands eventually met and rested over Ten’s heart.
“Hmm, speaking of wild rides,” Ten drawled as he directed both their hands slowly down his body toward his reawakening cock. “Anyone else up for the next round?”
“There’s still dinner to make,” Chalee tried to offer, not really putting in any effort to pull his hand away.
“It can wait.”