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Being born into the Theerapanyakun family meant that Kinn was no stranger to dubious morals. With the amount of violence he had been exposed to at a young age, you would think that he would turn a blind eye to most things that turned an ordinary person’s stomach. But this… well.
This is where Kinn drew the line.
“Kinn… Come on…”
Kinn’s eyebrow twitched at the sight of his half-naked bodyguard writhing on the bed, covered in half his vomit. The other half was on Kinn’s very expensive Italian leather shoes and dress pants.
“It’s so damn hot!” Porsche moaned out loud, pulling off his pants and throwing them to the floor. He groaned again and turned over, his white briefs stretched tightly over his hard on. Whatever had been slipped into his drink was definitely some sort of aphrodisiac.
“Whoever you are, you’re fucking dead,” Kinn muttered, clearing his throat at the sight of his practically-naked, admittedly very attractive bodyguard. He shook his head and sighed.
“Kinn --- let’s go do it –” Porsche mumbled, half out of his mind, making eyes at his boss as he tried to sit up. “I know you like me, right?” He was half sitting up, supported by toned, tanned arms, on the wide expanse of the bed.
Kinn pushed him back down and quickly rolled him into the bed’s fluffy white comforter. “It doesn’t matter if I like you. You’re definitely more trouble than you’re worth.”
Porsche pouted, his face peeking out of the top of the rolled comforter. “Meanie.” Kinn smirked at how cute Porsche looked. He did a double take.
Porsche? Cute? Was Porsche the only one drugged here? In an impressive feat of strength, Kinn managed to wrangle burrito-Porsche up and into the bathroom, before unrolling him straight into the spray of a warm shower.
“Fuck – Kinn!” Porsche shouted, nearly falling flat on his face in the glass-walled shower cubicle. “I’m fucking wet!”
“That’s sort of the point, Porsche.” Kinn sighed and helped Porsche strip off his wet clothes, chucking them into the hamper in the corner. “You stink and are covered in vomit.”
Porsche pouted, the water clearing a little of bit of the fog that was inside his head. “Fine.” He sounded disappointed before he turned to look at Kinn mischievously, “Want to join me?”
Kinn rolled his eyes and shut the door closed, raising his eyebrows at Porsche and daring him to continue. “Clean yourself up. I’ll be watching so you don’t smack your head on the faucet and kill yourself.”
Porsche laughed at that, still feeling giddy but a bit more sober than he was half an hour ago. “Just admit it. You’re a voyeur.” He turned back around and started washing his body with the hotel’s body soap. Kinn did not deny Porsche’s last statement. The bodyguard was facing the spray of water, rivulets running down his muscled back and to his---
Kinn blinked before shifting his eyes upwards. He was…enjoying the view indeed.
“All clean!” Porsche declared happily as he stepped out of the shower, looking almost child-like with the grin that was spread across his face. Water was pooling at his feet, warming the cool bathroom floor.
Kinn roughly tossed a towel at his lower abdomen and quickly wrapped him in a big bathrobe lest the other man have other thoughts. Kinn’s self-control was impeccable but something about Porsche threatened every fiber of his iron will. Ever since they kissed at the pier, Kinn realized how much he actually trusted Porsche. And his trust was something he never gave up without a goddamn fight. What was it about this college boy that had him, heir to the Theerapanyakun family, breaking all his rules?
“Porsche looks great tonight.”
Tay’s offhand comment earlier that evening flitted through Kinn’s mind as he followed Porsche out of the bathroom. Again, Tay wasn’t wrong. Porsche was a handsome guy in his own right but cleaned up in a nice suit wearing the tie Kinn had picked out – well, was something else entirely.
“Come on, Kinn!” Porsche called from his position by the head of the bed. He was grinning widely, eyes blown out, but he wasn’t making anymore suggestive comments. He looked like he was high, which was likely the come down effect of whatever he had ingested.
Kinn sighed and sat on the bed next to Porsche, a small hand towel in his hand as he beckoned the other closer. “Come closer. You can’t sleep with your hair like that.”
Porsche quickly wriggled closer, giggling, as he laid down on the space in front of Kinn’s legs, chin supported by his arms. Kinn’s hand hovered slightly over Porsche’s wet hair for a second before he made up his mind and gently dried him off.
“More. Trouble. Than. You’re. Worth.” Kinn mumbled, punctuating each word with a firmer rub on Porsche’s head.
After a few minutes, the ensuing silence had Kinn wondering if Porsche had fallen asleep. He tossed the small towel on the floor before laying down sideways on the bed, parallel to Porsche’s still frame. His bodyguard was asleep alright, eyes closed and mouth relaxed and half open.
Kinn reached out slowly, heart thudding in his chest, as he pushed a stray lock of hair behind Porsche’s ear. He let his hand trail down Porsche’s face, lightly skimming over a tan jaw, before dropping back down on the downy comforter.
I’m fucked.