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PORSCHE
His team had won the World Championship. Well, Porsche had won the Driver’s World Championship, and thanks to that, the scuderia had won the Constructors World Championship.
The company had prepared a huge celebration party for all the members of the team, and since the last race took place in Qatar, they decided to celebrate in Doha. They were all invited, from racers to mechanics, even the office workers who could attend were invited too. It was a night to celebrate. They had been winning this award for the fifth year in a row, and they got Porsche to thank for that.
The planners had gone over the top with the preparations, there was food, drink, and even a band from Thailand brought especially to honor the champion's origins.
Porsche was dressed in red from head to toes, the stylist had given him a red faux leather jumpsuit that wasn't really looking good on the hanger, but once he wore it, wow, he felt like a million dollars. The shiny fiery red color of the leather contrasted with his tanned skin, and they topped it off with a necklace and some sunglasses. As the stylist said, ‘If sin had a body, it would be Porsche's in that suit.’
Everybody thought the same, and the press went berserk when he stepped down from his Ferrari dressed like that. Cameras went crazy, with blinding flashing lights. He gave them some shots from the front, and some from the back, where a silver horse, from the brand logo, adorned the center of his nape. It was his night, and the world knew it.
He stepped into the venue and immediately got surrounded by people congratulating him. His assistant tried to clear a path for him to walk, but it was almost impossible, and soon he disappeared behind the dozens of people who wanted their minute with the champion.
Porsche loved this life, loved racing his formula 1 car, the speed, the adrenaline running through his veins, and of course, winning in the end. Winning was the best part. He liked the luxury, the brands sending him expensive items and being able to provide for his family. It wasn’t like they needed it, but he slept better knowing that his parents had a great house, and his brother could attend the best high school and university thanks to his help.
On the other hand, Porsche hated the parties. He liked having people around, and he was a social butterfly, but all these people, they never saw him, Porsche, they could only see the champion, and the money behind it. And that sickened him. He usually spent one hour or so at the parties, and then, always managed to find some excuse to leave. Sometimes he left with company, but other times he just wanted to go home alone, lay in bed and watch a movie while eating popcorn.
Today, surprisingly, the mood in the party was great. The venue was huge, tall glass windows that allowed an incredible sight of the surrounding city. The catering was also superb, and to top it all, the band. Porsche couldn't keep his eyes from the singer since he took a first look at him.
The name of the band was Cumulus, or at least that it said on the big sign behind them. They were Thai, but Porsche didn't know them. It wasn't strange that he didn’t know them, he hadn’t lived in Thailand for a long time, so he wasn’t aware which singers were famous right now. They didn’t look like superstars, or idols, on the contrary, they looked like ordinary guys who you could find on the street.
Porsche leaned on the bar and studied the members of the band, there was a drum's player, a piano, bass and two guitars. One of them seemed to be the main singer, but somehow, his eyes always traveled to the other guitar player.
The guy was tall, long legs hidden behind wide-legged suit pants, pointy leather boots peeking under the black fabric, and the tightest suit jacket Porsche had ever seen. His face was no joke either. He wore the dark hair pulled back, with a single strand falling over his forehead and his thick eyebrows. A full smile was painted on his face, and two adorable dimples adorned his cheeks.
He was playing like there was nobody in the room, taking small glances around, from time to time, but his full attention was on the sounds coming out from his own guitar. He was feeling every change of rhythm, every solo that he got to perform, and all that, was accompanied with little dances he made on the spot. Mostly a swift sway of the hips, but sometimes he got confident a did a small kick too. Porsche thought he was the sexiest and cutest thing he had ever seen.
A voice called him, and soon, he was swamped back into the human tide gathered in that party.
The band stopped playing, someone went up the stage and started a welcome/thank you speech. It was always the same, thank you this brand, thank you that brand, and mister who cares, and mister I don’t give a… it always depended on how much money had they put into the scuderia. The more money invested, the earlier your name would be announced…
After almost ten minutes of speech, it was his turn to go up the stage. He didn’t have anything to say, and he had already received the Championship cup during the race, but this charade made everybody happy, so Porsche accepted the cup, again, and posed with it for a few thousand pictures. He said a few words, basically thanking his team, and finally could step down and escape from all those eyes.
It was someone else's turn to speak, and while all the attention was still on the person on the stage, Porsche's had shifted completely to another person. The second guitar from the band was sitting alone, on a stool at the bar.
Porsche couldn't stop himself, he beelined between the people, and placed himself next to the handsome musician.
“Hi,” he greeted awkwardly, and the man turned his head to look at him.
“Hello.” His smile was even prettier from closer. He bowed his head a little as a greeting, and continued sipping his glass.
“I saw you before. You're really good.”
“Oh, thanks. I thought nobody was paying attention to us,” he chuckled softly, and the dimples appeared. Porsche had to restrain himself from poking the stranger's cheeks right there.
“Well, I was paying attention,” the words were left floating in the air. “I'm Porsche by the way,” the musician side eyed him making a face.
“Porsche? Really?” The driver nodded, confused.
“Yeah… why?”
“The irony,” the guitarist chuckled again, “we are at a Ferrari event, and your name is Porsche,” he seemed pleased with the joke, and Porsche smiled softly.
“Ironic indeed…”
If the brunette man had known, how many times had he heard the same joke. But it had become part of his image, besides, Porsche didn't have a racing scuderia, so it was impossible for him to drive for Porsche.
“Mister Porsche,” someone called from behind him, and he turned, “your presence is needed at the entrance.”
Porsche winced. He was going to ask for more time, but the messenger had already left, probably overwhelmed by the interaction with him. He felt disappointed, and the worst of all, he didn't even have time to ask for the other man's name.
“I have to…” Porsche looked at the singer and pointed back with his thumb, to the exit.
“It's fine, I have to go too,” the smile he received was sincere, “gotta be on the stage.”
“I'll be watching,” He smiled back.
And with that, Porsche walked away, leaving the most gorgeous man in the room, alone in the bar, again.
KINN
“Phi!”
The loud scream scared Kinn. He was still sitting on his stool, drinking what was left of his soda, and replaying in his head the crazy interaction he just had.
“What? Why are you screaming, Arm? I'm right here.”
“That man…”
“What man?”
“The man who just left…” he pointed towards where the red suited man had disappeared.
“Porsche?” Kinn asked, confused.
“Yeah! Porsche!” he looked really excited, “don’t you know him?”
“Well, he just introduced himself, so, technically, I know him.”
“Phi!” Arm grabbed him by the shoulders, “he was Porsche!”
“I… know…” Kinn answered slowly, and Arm shook his head, exasperated.
“He was THE Porsche” the blank expression on Kinn’s face answered him, “he’s Porsche Kittisawasd. He’s the Ferrari’s world champion… fuck Phi! We’re here because of him!”
Arm took his phone from his trouser’s pocket, typed something, and handed it to Kinn. It was an article from a sports newspaper.
“Porsche Pachara wins the Formula One championship for fifth time in a row,” Kinn read out loud, “the Thai racing star brings the cup to Ferrari for the fifth year, the Scuderia Ferrari also was awarded with the World Constructors' Championship.”
Under the article there was a picture of Porsche, on a podium, with a bottle of Champaign in one hand, and a huge silver cup in the other. He was also wearing red, but that onesie had nothing to do with the one he was wearing tonight. In the photo, he was sweatier, and with his hair hidden under a cap, but he looked amazing. Huge smile from ear to ear, showing a row of white teeth. His happiness could be felt through the image.
“I guess that’s him, yeah…” Kinn gave the phone back to its owner, “he seemed a nice guy.”
And without waiting for Arm, he started walking to the stage.
“Phi” the singer caught up with him, “what did you talk to him? Were you flirting?”
“Oh, please… he just said he liked our music and then left, he was just being polite.”
Kinn dismissed his friend’s attempts of continuing talking about Porsche, because, as he had told him before, the conversation had indeed been, very short.
They went up the stage again, and Kinn continued with his band’s repertoire. This time, he couldn’t help but to check the audience from time to time, to see if a red dressed man was keeping his word and watching him.
The show finally ended, the whole band was exhausted, and they had to pack up their things and go back to their hotel.
Kinn worked as fast as he could, rolling cables, and putting electronics away. He loaded all his stuff in the rented van and walked to his bandmates.
“Phi, we’re going to have a drink to celebrate.” Tem told him, while helping Jom dismantle the drums.
“I want to go check something first,” he told them. “I’ve read this hotel has an amazing rooftop, and when will I have another opportunity to see it?” He smiled and tapped Arm’s back. “Just send me the location, and I’ll join later, ok?”
The four members of the band nodded and continued with his duty, while Kinn strolled to the elevator.
Nothing could prepare Kinn for what he saw when the elevator doors opened.
A huge terrace opened in front of him. The flooring was made with wood panels, and there were deck-chairs next to an infinity pool that ended with a glass wall on the side of the building. The place was almost empty, only a few people enjoying the night breeze.
Kinn moved to one of the sides, rested his arms on the railing and contemplated the city. Doha was amazing, and from this height he could see all the lights and buildings that made this place so incredible.
He closed his eyes for a minute, he always had dreamed with a life full of nights like this one. Five stars hotels rooftops, drinks with beautiful people, and doing what he loved the most, playing music with his band. If he just could stop the time right now and keep this moment forever…
“A penny for your thoughts?”
A voice next to him startled Kinn. He opened his eyes and looked to the side.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Porsche was standing next to him, hands together in apology and a big smile painted on his face. “I just saw you, and wanted to say hi.”
“It’s ok,” Kinn dismissed it with a hand gesture, “I was just daydreaming.” He confessed, a little embarrassed.
“About?”
Kinn shrugged, he wasn’t sure what to say.
“About everything and nothing at the same time,” he joked. “I was taking in what happened tonight, it was truly a dream come true.” He smiled again, side eyeing the racer.
“Was I part of that dream?” Porsche asked cheeky. A mischievous tongue darting out and licking his lip.
This time, the musician scoffed and shook his head.
“You don’t even know my name,” he repositioned himself, leaning on his elbow and facing the other man.
“Can I call you mine? ” Porsche tried to keep a stern face, but ended up bursting laughing, “sorry, I always wanted to use that pickup line, but never got the chance to, so when I saw the opportunity, I went for it.”
It took Kinn a few seconds to recover, he wasn’t expecting that kind of answer, and it took him by surprise.
“I must say it was good, tho,” he chuckled nervously, “too straight forward, but good,” he nodded. “I’m Kinn, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Kinn.”
When Porsche said his name, it sounded sweet, but kind of obscene at the same time.
“You too,” Kinn added politely, “I should congratulate you, for your championship.” He continued. “I must confess, I have no idea about racing cars or any of that, so…” He twisted his mouth.
“It’s fine, I don’t expect the whole world to know me.”
“Actually, my friend yelled at me because I didn’t know you. He then proceeded to interrogate me, and asked me if we were flirting.” Kinn laughed.
“And what did you tell him?” Porsche had his full attention on the musician.
“That you weren’t, you just liked our music.” At this answer, Porsche smiled, and chuckled softly. “What?”
“I was flirting.” It was short and direct. Kinn stood there looking at him with a puzzled face. “Are you ok?”
“I’m just waiting for the joke to land… but you’re not laughing.”
“I’m not joking, not this time.” Porsche licked his lips and collected his thoughts. “I like you, I liked you when I first saw you on the stage, and when I spotted you on the bar, I had to talk to you.”
“Are you always that straightforward?” Kinn was trying hard to keep his composure.
“I wish I could say no, but…” He shrugged. “I don’t usually spend a lot of time in the same place, so when I meet someone I like, I go for it.”
“Ok.”
“Ok, what?” Porsche sounded confused.
“Whatever you’re offering, I’m ok with it.”
“Really?” He asked again, not trusting the other man’s word, and Kinn nodded. “Should we go to my room?” He pointed with a finger towards the elevator.
“Better. Being arrested for public indecency in Qatar, is not on my bucket list.”
They both chuckled and quickly walked to the elevator, it took only a few seconds to arrive to the roof, but it felt like hours.
Once they were inside, the ambient music greeted them. They stood next to each other, hands clasped together, Kinn’s on the back, and Porsche’s on the front.
The silence was suddenly broken by Porsche's stomach rumbling. He tried to ignore it, but the second time it sounded, Kinn couldn’t help but point it out.
“Are you hungry?”
The doors of the elevator opened and they stepped out.
“I didn’t have time to eat anything today.” Porsche confessed.
“Today? At all?” The racer shook his head.
“But it’s ok, I’m fine.” He smiled and guided them to one of the suits.
“I’m actually pretty hungry, too.” It wasn’t a lie, Kinn had only a few snacks during the event. “I was planning on having dinner with my band later.”
“Do you want to order some room service?” Porsche had stopped in front of one of the doors, “Or we could go out for dinner.” He put the card in front of the sensor and the door opened.
“I’d love to go out.” Kinn smiled sincerely, “I’m only staying tonight, so I would like to see the city.”
Porsche wanted to tell him to stay inside, to order some food and get rid of their clothes as fast as they could, but the damned dimples were plastered on the musician’s cheeks again, and Porsche was weak.
“Ok, let me change real quick, and we can go.” He pointed to somewhere in the suite. “The living room is there, if you want anything to drink, feel free. I’ll be back in two minutes.”
Kinn looked around with his mouth agape. This living room was three times the size of his apartment in Bangkok, he couldn’t imagine how big the whole place was.
He was afraid of touching anything, what if it broke? He checked the bar and was surprised to see it well assorted with everything imaginable. Because he knew those bar services were expensive, Kinn looked for the prize list, but couldn’t find it anywhere. How was he supposed to know how much each thing cost?
He opted to sit on the sofa, and as Porsche promised, it didn’t take him long to reappear with different clothes.
“Ok, ready.”
Kinn stood up looking at the racer, with the jeans, the t-shirt tucked in, and the face free of makeup, he looked younger, much younger than him.
“You look nice like this,” Kinn smiled, “I like it.”
Maybe Porsche wasn’t used to receiving compliments, or maybe he caught him by surprise, but he couldn’t help but blush. Even his ears turned red.
“Thanks,” he could finally muster, “let’s go?”
Kinn nodded, and followed him back to the corridor, and inside the elevator. Once there, instead of pressing the lobby button, Porsche selected the parking. The musician looked at him with a raised, thick brow.
“Have you ever driven a Ferrari?” Those were the only words that escaped his lips.
KINNPORSCHE
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kinn couldn’t stop looking at the red car in front of him, “this is…” He squatted to be level with the car. “It’s beautiful.”
He slid a finger over the car’s hood, the paint was shiny and Kinn was too afraid of leaving any marks.
“Do you want to try it?” Porsche attempted to hand him the keys, but Kinn backed out, like the little accessory was on fire.
“Are you crazy? This thing cost more than what I will earn in my whole life,” he shook his head vigorously, “besides, I’ve only driven Thai cars, I would probably crash it in reverse trying to put the first gear.” He joked, and Porsche chuckled amused.
“Ok, ok, I will drive.”
He took his place behind the wheel, and Kinn sat on the passenger’s seat. If the car was beautiful from the outside, the inside was out of this world.
The seat was lower than in a sedan car, and more lean back. The leather upholster, felt amazing against his skin, and Kinn couldn’t help but to lean back and close his eyes for a second, enjoying the comfort and the smell of new car.
“Don’t fall sleep on me…” Porsche joked starting the engine, and the sound of the motor, made Kinn jump on the spot.
“I wasn’t planning to, but after this, I can assure you I won’t for sure.” He smiled back.
Both of them buckled their seatbelts, and Porsche rolled the car out of the parking, and into the streets of the city.
Kinn was used to Bangkok’s busy nightlife, the streets filled with cars and motorbikes. But this was nothing like that, you could see luxury vehicles everywhere, even Porsche’s Ferrari was just another car on the road.
“This is amazing,” the musician was hypnotized by the surrounding scenery.
“What do you want to eat?” Porsche asked, maneuvering between the cars.
“I don’t really care,” Kinn answered without looking, “I can eat anything.”
“Anything?” Porsche raised a mischievous brow, but Kinn didn’t see it.
“Yeah, I like spicy food the most, but I’m ok with anything.”
“Ok…” Porsche nodded, and without peeling the eyes off the road, pressed a button on the wheel. “Call Pete.”
The speaker came to live, and a phone line could be heard.
“Yeah?” A voice on the other line of the phone answered.
“Yeah? That’s how you answer to your boss?” Porsche chuckled.
“Sorry, Khun Pachara… to what do I owe the honor of your call?” Kinn didn’t know the person talking to him, but they might have a good relationship.
“Bastard.” Porsche cussed. “I’m on my way to have dinner, can you find me a good place to go?”
“Dinner?” The person sounded confuse. “Aren’t you at the hotel?”
“I’m definitely not.”
“Oh lord, you’re out with someone? Again? Porsche, we can’t afford another scandal…” The racer side eyed Kinn who had his whole attention on him.
“Pete, you’re on speaker.”
“Oh!, sorry, sorry.” He rushed. “Places to eat… ok, let me send you some options.”
“Just one, I don’t want to waste time.”
“Ok, just one… this one,” there was a pause for a second, “I sent it to your phone.” A notification appeared on the screen between the man, and Porsche tapped it.
“Got it.”
“Ok, by…”
The goodbye was cut short when Porsche hung up the phone, he focused his attention on the screen for a moment and then looked back at the road.
“So… another scandal…” Kinn crossed his arms, staring at the driver.
“There are no scandals,” Porsche scoffed, “Pete likes to make my life hell. But he is the best assistant.”
“He sure made me feel special.” Kinn joked, and Porsche felt the need to explain himself.
“It’s not like that. I’m not always…”
“It’s ok.” Kinn patted his shoulder. “I’m a grown up, and you’re a superstar, I know how these things work. I’m not famous, but sometimes I also enjoy the company of a groupie…”
“I will kill Pete...”
The navigation app alerted them that the restaurant was close. When they reached the place. Kinn was surprised to find a valet waiting for them. Somebody opened his door and both of them stepped down.
“Close your mouth, or you’ll eat a fly.” Porsche gently flicked his chin.
“I’ve never been to a place like this. This will be, like, super expensive. I don’t even know if I’m dressed appropriately to eat there.” Kinn tried to fix his clothes as much as he could.
“Don’t worry, your clothes look fine. I’m sure you look better without them, but that’ll have to wait.” He said it almost in a whisper, and that sentence earned him a slap on the shoulder from Kinn. “I said I’d wait...” Porsche repeated, smiling, and they walked inside the restaurant.
Dinner went pretty well, turned out they not only shared a mutual attraction, but also some topics of interest, and even a dad like sense of humor that Porsche couldn’t help but to adore. He caught himself openly laughing with his head back, to each of Kinn’s silly puns.
After that, they left the place and strolled towards the car.
“Are you sure you don't want to try?” Porsche tilted his head to point out where the vehicle was being parked in front of them.
“If we were in the middle of nowhere, and there was no risk of crashing with anything… maybe. But like this?” He raised a hand to show around. “No fucking hell.”
“Oh come on, it'll be fine… You know how to drive stick?” Kinn nodded, “Then that's it. Besides, the car has insurance, so if something happens, it'll be covered.”
Kinn didn't have time to complain, because when they reached the valet, Porsche quickly moved toward the passenger's side, opened the door, and sat inside.
The musician was left alone, awkwardly standing in front of a young boy who was handing him the keys of the car.
“Fuck…” He mumbled to himself, but reluctantly, took the keys and occupied the driver's seat.
Porsche was waiting inside with a smirk on his face.
“You look good behind the wheel, it suits you.” The racer commented, eating Kinn alive with his eyes.
“Too sad, I was born poor.” He joked, and started the car's engine. The motor roared coming to life, and Kinn could feel it vibrating under his hands. He gripped the wheel nervous and took several deep breaths before shifting into first gear.
His hand got confused for a moment, searching the stick on his left side, and Porsche couldn't help but chuckle.
“Other side…” He informed, touching the musician's leg.
“Oh shit…” Kinn turned red with embarrassment, and switched hands. “That was a good start.” He laughed through it and finally put the first gear.
After that, the ride went smoothly. Kinn was a good driver, and in no time, he made the car his.
Porsche took the opportunity to check the other man. He had a smile plastered on his face, and the cute dimples were on display. His nose was almost perfect, and then he had those thick dark brows that would look weird in someone else, but they fitted perfectly on his face. He had to physically stop himself from swiping a finger over them.
“Porsche… Porsche?”
“Sorry, what?” Had Kinn been talking to him for long?
“I was asking where I am supposed to go. I don't know this city.” Porsche looked at him and then leaned back on his seat.
“Neither do I, so let's just drive”
“What?” Kinn side looked at him for a millisecond, too afraid of losing sight of the street. “Just drive?”
“Yeah, let's see where the road takes us.”
“You’re crazy...” Kinn shook his head in disbelief, but continued driving.
They moved fluidly between cars, driving through different streets. Soon, the tall, shiny, bright buildings were replaced by shorter buildings. The fancy city morphing into more lived zones, places where families gathered, where children played on the sides of the roads, and the luxury and bling became a fantasy for a few.
All of a sudden, the buildings disappeared, and Kinn felt Porsche moving closer to him. He checked quickly, and saw the man looking through his window.
“Woah, we’re at the airport…” Now Kinn could see the planes waiting on the lanes, and other aircraft taking off, and landing. “It looks cool, we’re really close.”
“Maybe there’s some kind of lookout point around.”
Kinn lowered the speed to check around, and soon found a clearing next to the road. The place was completely deserted, so he exited and parked the car right there.
The view in front of them was amazing. The whole landing track unfolded in front of their eyes, a sea of light on a concrete surface. The planes flew over their heads when they took off, and they could even see the landing gear wheels folding inside the undercarriage of the ship.
Porsche was the first one to go out, and sat on top of the car’s hood, Kinn was afraid of damaging the paint job, but finally decided to copy the other man, and sat next to him.
“I love traveling,” Kinn spoke, looking at the next plane become airborne, “but I don’t get the chance to do it much, too expensive,” he chuckled.
“I used to love it too, at first, now…” Porsche sighed, “I miss the times with my family in Bangkok.”
“How long it’s been since the last time you went to Thailand?” This time, Kinn looked at the other man.
“I don’t know…” The racer thought for a second, “maybe two, three years? I went to my brother’s high school graduation. But later, I didn’t have time.”
“Why don’t you go now? That Championship thing already finished, so now you have free time, no?”
“I wish, but there are always smaller races around the world, and if I’m not competing, I’m training, and if I’m not in Italy, I’m training somewhere else. It is not that easy.”
“Sorry.”
Porsche turned to Kinn.
“What for?”
“Assuming, I guess…” He leaned back a little and their hands came in contact. Kinn looked at them and took the driver’s one between his, “I always thought that famous and rich people could do what they wanted, and I would love to travel the world playing with the guys, but if that meant staying away from my brothers and my mother, for 3 years…” He clicked his tongue, jerking his head, “I don’t know if I could.”
“You’ve got brothers?” This time, Porsche was playing with his hand.
“Two. One younger, and one older.”
The movement between them were becoming slower every time, and their world were followed by long silences where they caught themselves staring at each other’s mouths.
Porsche wetted his lips before speaking.
“Should we go back inside?” He pointed the car with his head. Kinn didn’t have to answer, he just let go of the other man’s hand, circled the car, and opened the door, and sat back on the driver’s seat.
Porsche was doing the same on the passenger’s side, and once he was inside, he launched towards the musician’s lips.
The first kiss was a bit clumsy, Kinn was caught by surprise and the wheel and the stick were getting in the way. Porsche cut the kiss abruptly and jerked back.
“Wait…” He then dived in, between Kinn’s legs, who almost had a heart attack, but soon felt himself being pushed back, creating some room between him and the wheel, “Much better.”
Porsche didn’t waste a minute and swung his leg over the other man, straddling him over his thighs.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Kinn cussed, and immediately brought his hands to Porsche’s ass, grabbing a handful of his but cheeks. He even got cocky and slid his hands inside Porsche’s jeans for a second.
Porsche, on the other hand, went straight for the musician’s neck, placing firm hands on each side and following the line of his haw with his thumbs.
“Gosh, you're hot…”
Those were the last words they exchanged. They moved in unison, chasing for the other's lips, and crashed in a hungry kiss, and Kinn's mouth opened to let Porsche in.
It was a filthy kiss, teeth clashing, tongues exploring every corner of their mouths, saliva mixing between them.
Kinn didn’t have any alcohol for dinner, but he felt drunk right now, with Porsche on top of him, feeling the weight of his body over his. The racer’s crotch was grinding so hard on his, that he had to focus to not finish on a dry hump.
The musician leaned forward to deepen the kiss, he circled his arms around the other man's waist, and pulled him closer. Porsche let out a soft moan and tilted his head back.
Kinn took the opportunity and kissed Porsche on his jaw, he then started lowering the kisses, alternating with soft bites.
“Careful with the marks,” The racer warned, stopping the bites.
“Ok…” Kinn didn’t move away, but changed his teeth for his tongue, tracing small paths and finishing with soft pecks.
He reached his tee-shirt and pulled the hem down with his teeth. It didn't show much skin, but enough to let Kinn go over Porsche's clavicle.
Now it was the racer's turn.
Porsche pulled the musician's hair, making the other man face him, and launched forward to capture his lips one last time, before traveling around, like Kinn had done.
He drew a trail of kisses over his jaw, and ended next to his ear, where he played with his earlobe for a moment before moving down his neck.
“I don't mind the marks…” Kinn's words broke the silence.
“Do you wanna brag tomorrow?” Porsche smirked.
“I wouldn’t mind that, either.”
They both laughed and Porsche moved again against his neck, he left a soft kiss and then bit his skin. It was a soft bite, but Kinn got startled, and jumped a little. The driver didn't buck away and continued tracing kisses and small bites down his collar. The shirt was almost open until the navel, so it was easy for him to find more and more skin.
“Really, clothes don't do you justice.”
Porsche opened the shirt till the end and moved his hands over Kinn’s torso. His skin was smooth and there was a small trail of black hair that got lost under his trousers. What would Porsche give to be able to follow that trail right now…
“Seems unfair that I'm so exposed, and yet look at you…”
Kinn moved his hands from Porsche back down his ass, squishing once more, and then moved them under the racer's t-shirt.
He was pulling it up, when his phone started ringing in his pants. Porsche was startled because of the vibration, right under his crotch, he hesitated for a second but Kinn shook his head.
“Leave it…” Kinn continued pulling the piece of cloth up, and eventually the phone stopped. “See…”
When half of Porsche's torso was on display, Kinn moved forward to repeat the same process he had started on his neck. He trailed soft kisses over his abdomen, and went up towards his nipples, where he used his tongue to play with the hardening bud.
Kinn’s phone rang again.
“Shouldn’t you answer?” Porsche asked, pulling Kinn’s head away.
“Don’t want to,” the musician moved enough to put his hands inside his pocket, took the phone out, skipped the call, and threw It back into the passenger’s seat. “See, all done.”
He smiled again, but before he could move one inch, the phone rang again.
“This time I think you should answer…” Porsche smiled, fixing his t-shirt, and Kinn caved in and moved to answer the phone. He pressed the speaker button and tried to focus his attention back to Porsche.
“What?” He asked, voice muffled against the other man’s skin.
“Kinn! Where the fuck are you?”
Arm’s tone confused Kinn, who looked at the phone in disbelief.
“What the hell, Arm? What’s your problem?”
“My problem? I’m not the one who isn’t fucking here, when the taxi is coming in no time, and we have to take the plane…” there were some noises on the other side of the line, some unintelligible words, and someone took the phone back.
“P’Kinn, sorry about that, Arm is a bit nervous.”
“What happens Big?” Now Kinn was getting anxious too.
“Phi, I don’t know if you remember, but we have to take the plane at 6:00, and because we are traveling with the instruments we have to check them, so we have to be at the airport at 4:00 ish… and the airport is one hour away from the hotel, so we have to leave a three…”
“Ok…”
“It’s two fifteen, and you're not here.”
“Oh, shit!”
Kinn moved forward so fast that Porsche almost crashed against the wheel, he had to put his hands on it to stop himself from getting hurt.
“Yeah…” Big was still talking on the other side of the phone, “That’s why Arm is kinda jumpy right now.”
“Ok, ok. I’m going back now. Tell him not to freak out. And if the taxi arrives, and I’m not there, just go, ok? I’ll find my way to the airport.” He didn’t wait till the other person confirmed the reception of the message and hung up. “Fuck! I’m screwed…” He looked at Porsche, still on top of him, and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, I really need to go.”
“I heard it.”
Was Porsche disappointed? Of course, he was. He was a superstar, he was used to having people begging on the floor to spend the night with him, and Kinn had the opportunity, and he had to leave…
They stood there a few seconds until Porsche finally spoke.
“We should go then.”
He was going to move to the passenger's seat, but Kinn stopped him.
“I would love to drive again, but I think it’ll be better if you drive this time, you’re faster, and I kinda need that, right now.”
“Ok…” He nodded, opened the driver’s door, stepped out, and let the musician do the same.
Kinn rounded the car and sat back inside, but this time on the passenger’s seat.
“So, where are we going? Back to the hotel?” Porsche asked, typing something on the screen.
“I wish…” Kinn smirked, “we are staying at The Victory hotel, it's not that fancy.” Porsche nodded and back to tap on the screen.
“It’s not that far from the hotel.” He started the route, and in no time, the engine was powered up, and spending up to incorporate on the road. They stayed a few minutes in silence until Porsche broke It again. “So… you’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Technically, today… in four hours to be precise.”
“I thought you would be staying a few days.” Porsche was side eyeing the musician.
“Oh no, the contract included accommodation for one night, and the earliest flights, which are always the cheapest.” He could see surprise in Porsche's face. “An, in economy.” He added in a joking tone.
“What? That's inhumane…”
Kinn shrugged his shoulders.
“It was a good deal, tho. Good paycheck, and the possibility to travel abroad.”
“But only for one day, and didn't even have time to visit the city.”
“Well, I could see some of it. And I even got the chance to drive this.” He ran his hand over the car's board.
“Still… too short…” Porsche shook his head to himself.
Kinn could imagine what the other man was thinking, too short to do anything, not enough time to go back to the hotel, to share a shower, to spend some time under the blankets… but this was his reality. Not everyone could drive expensive cars every day, or book first class tickets for the plane they wanted, at whatever time they wanted. It had been a nice dream… “Too short…” the words escaped his mouth without him even noticing, but it was indeed, too short.
KINN
After Porsche dropped him in his hotel, everything became super hectic.
Big was waiting for him in the lobby, and Kinn almost didn't have time to say goodbye to Porsche.
“It was great meeting you.” Kinn said, as a goodbye.
“Same…” Porsche replied, with his hands still gripping the wheel. It felt weird. “Have a safe flight, I guess.”
“You too.” You too? He had said you too??? Kinn had the urge to move forward and kiss the life out of that man, but they were in the middle of Doha, so these public displays of affection were out of limits.
Kinn opened the door, stepped down and turned one last time to wave at the driver.
“P’ Kinn!”
Big's voice brought him back to reality, and with a heavy heart, he closed the Ferrari's door. He saw it moving, and soon it disappeared between the other cars on the road.
Kinn took a deep breath and turned to look at his bandmate.
“I'm here, I'm here…”
“Arm was driving us all crazy, you know how a control freak he is.” They walked to the elevator and went up to their floor.
“How much time do I have?” He needed a shower. He was still sweaty from the performance, and then Porsche.
“Ten minutes? Fifteen if the cab is late…”
Ok, there went his shower.
“Ok, ok. I'll be ready in ten.”
When they entered the room, all the other members had already packed, and were ready to go down.
“Finally!” Arm stood up, slapping his legs, exaggerating.
“I know, Big told me I have ten minutes, so I can pack my things, or listen to you scold me, but can’t do both things… It's impossible.”
Arm crossed his arms and kept his mouth closed.
Kinn didn't have many things in the room, so besides his musical equipment, that had already been packed, he had enough time to put everything in his bag.
The taxi arrived exactly fifteen minutes after Kinn arrived.
They loaded everything in the minivan that the company had sent, and sat inside the seven-seat vehicle.
As Big had informed him, they arrived at the airport a few minutes past four. They had plenty of time to check the bags and instruments, go through the security control and finally relax a little in the duty-free zone.
Kinn was sitting in a chair, with a black coffee in his hand, he was starting to feel the exhaustion of the day.
“So…” Jom sat next to him. “Where did you go? We thought you were having dinner with us, but you just disappeared.” The drummer asked.
“Ehm… Nowhere, just around.”
“Around?” Jom wasn't buying it.
“He arrived in a Ferrari,” Big and the others joined them, “the car was spectacular, but I couldn’t see the driver.”
“A Ferrari?” Arm arched a brow. And Big nodded. “No fucking way…” he turned to Kinn and slapped his shoulder, “you, bastard…” He laughed, shaking his head.
Kinn didn't say anything, but could feel eight eyes glued on him.
“What happened? I don't understand…” Tem looked at his bandmates, to try and find answers to his questions.
“Nothing happened…” Kinn remarked the word ‘nothing’, and burned two holes on Arm’s head with his eyes.
Arm closed his mouth again, and mimicked a zipper to shut it, then threw away an imaginary key.
“No way it's nothing… we're missing something here… spill the Tea.” Jom insisted first with Kinn and then with Arm.
“I know nothing…” Arm spoke again, “but I'm just saying that I saw Kinn talking to a mister Pachara Kittisawasd during our break.” He brought the paper cup to his lips.
“Who is Pachara Kittisawasd?” Tem was looking even more confused.
“I know that name…” Big took his phone out, and typed something. “Oh! It's Porsche!” He showed the picture to his friends, “the Ferrari racer…. Ohhhh” His eyes opened wide when he got Arm's insinuations.
“I know nothing, but I'm just saying, it is a big coincidence…” the others were looking at Arm and Kinn, like it was a tennis match.
“A lot of people have luxury cars here.” Kinn defended himself.
“Probably, but how many of these people attended our show, and flirt with you, and have access to Ferraris…”
“You banged Porsche!?” Tem suddenly raised his voice, and caught the rest by surprise.
“I didn't, bang Porsche…” Kinn lowered his voice, and the rest looked at him in disbelief. “I didn't…” he paused for a second, “because we had a flight to catch.” He couldn't help but smirk at the end.
The table erupted with cheers and whistles, startling the people around them. Some tscs caught their attention, and they apologized to the other customers and went on with their conversation.
“Well, you can always finish the job whenever he comes to Bangkok.” Jom patted him on the back.
“Yeah… well… I don't think so…” Kinn scratched his head, and then fixed his hair.
“Why?” Arm asked, “he seemed pretty interested in you.”
“We didn't exchange phone numbers.”
PORSCHE
“What do you mean, you didn't exchange phone numbers?” Pete was looking at him, astonished.
“You know, I never keep in touch with anybody, and I kinda forgot.” Porsche tried to justify himself.
“And he didn't give it to you?” the racer shook his head.
“He didn't even insinuate it. It was weird, like he really didn't care who I was. Not me… like me, the famous me… he cared about me… me.”
“You know you… you and you, are the same person, right?”
“I know, but it felt different… real? I don't know…” Porsche buried his face in his hands, pulling gently his hair.
“Do you want to see him again?” Pete looked at him seriously.
“I think I would like to, yeah.” He confessed.
“Oh shit, you got it bad man… you, got, it, bad…”
KINN
The plane was finally taking off, and Kinn couldn’t help but look outside the window. Were they going in the direction of the place he had parked the car? Maybe it was that spot? Or that other one… everything looked the same.
He let out a deep sight and grabbed the collar of his shirt, it still smelt of Porsche's perfume, strong, and expensive.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Big was sitting next to him, and when Kinn looked, he saw him offering him a headphone. He had his tablet open on the tray in front of them.
“Sure… but I don't know if I will actually watch it, I'm exhausted…” he stretched himself, yawning, and Big smiled, shaking his head.
“Always the same, sleeping like a baby after some action.” He passed Kinn the headphone and played the movie.
“I don't… always…” but who was he trying to convince, Big? They had been together for three years before they broke up and decided to continue as friends, sometimes with benefit … but never serious. They were better as friends, and bandmates. He pushed him lightly and chuckled, “come on, let's watch the movie.”
PORSCHE
“Ok…” Pete walked into the room with a tablet in his hands, “the PR that organized the event yesterday, told me that the band’s name was Cumulus, and that they are Thai.”
“I already knew that.” Porsche was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee.
“They gave me the band’s agent number, and I could find their social media.”
Pete passed the tabled to Porsche, who was welcomed with a picture of Kinn’s beautiful dimples. He was smiling at one of his bandmates, who looked like he was playing a guitar solo.
“They are not tagged in the picture.” Porsche checked several posts, “maybe the followers…” he moved around the app, “shit, fifty thousand followers, and they are following one thousand accounts.”
Porsche let out a deep sigh and left the tablet next to him, on the sofa.
“Don't lose hope, Porsche. It's been only one day, and it was our first try. Let me call the agent, and see if I can get something.” Pete stood up, retrieving back his tablet. “But now you need to get changed, because you have an interview in an hour, and you can't meet them in your pajamas.” He finished the conversation and left the room. Porsche took out his phone and searched the band with his private social media, he followed the account and set the notifications on, in case they published something.
He couldn't help but stare at the picture of Kinn one last time. He looked amazing on the stage, with a green focus on his back. The musician was definitely born to be on the stage.
In the afternoon, Porsche went back to his room, he had been all day giving interviews, and going from program to program. He was the Formula 1 champion, so everybody wanted some attention from him.
He had ordered room service for dinner, he wasn’t in the mood for going out, and he wanted to try and find more about Kinn and the band.
Pete arrived almost when he was finishing the first course.
“Yeah, thank you…” he made a quiet gesture with a finger over his lips, and sat next to Porsche. Someone answered on the other side of the line, and Pete moved away the phone and activated the speaker. “Sawade krap, yeah, my name is Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, I called before asking for the band Cumulus.”
“Right, I got the note, what can I do for you?” A female voice could be heard through the phone.
“Well, I was wondering if I could have some information of the band, specially, the members of the band.” Porsche sat a little straighter, listening.
“Excuse me, what do you mean?”
“I’m searching some kind of information from one of the members, Kinn. And I was hoping that you could help me get in touch with him.”
“Oh, mister Pete, I’m sorry, but I can’t give you this kind of information. Mister Kinn doesn’t have a public social media, and you’d understand that I can’t provide any personal information.”
“Sure, sure…” Pete looked at Porsche, who visibly deflated. “And could it be possible for me to book the band for an event?”
“Right now there are no dates available. They are fully booked for the next three months.”
“And… could I know where are they going to perform?”
“As I told you before, I can’t give you that kind of information, some are private events which can’t be shared. And any open to public concert, will be advertised on their website and social media, so I recommend you to follow them on their accounts.”
“Ok…”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” The woman was ready to finish the conversation.
“No, that’s all, thank you.” Pete hung up the phone and looked at Porsche with a pout on his lips. “Sorry.”
Porsche gestured with a hand.
“Don't worry, you'd have done the same if someone called asking for personal information about me,” this time Pete nodded. “Ok,” Porsche slapped his hands over his legs and stood up. “Do I have anything on my schedule for today?”
Pete took his tablet out and tapped a few times.
“You have the morning free, and in the afternoon there's this brand event, red carpet one, after that, you have one week off before training resumes.”
“Good. I think I'll take the time to visit the family.” All that thinking about Kinn and Thailand, made Porsche think about his own family, whom he hadn't seen in over two years. Maybe it was time to go back home.
KINN
Qatar had been a dream come true, and meeting Porsche there was the cherry on top. He never would have imagined to almost spend a night with a celebrity, well, he never would have imagined meeting a celebrity, and least that said celebrity would want something with him.
But it happened, and Kinn couldn’t help but smile when he remembered that night. Although it didn’t have the ending both wished, it was pretty good.
The first thing Kinn did when he landed in Thailand, after calling his mom, was check Porsche’s official social media. There were pictures of him driving, others from him celebrating different victories, or in the racing tracks. But everything was very… professional. There was no trace of who Porsche Pachara Kittisawad truly was.
Despite all that, Kinn followed the racer using his private account, it was nice to at least ‘see’ him somehow.
It had been one week since they played at the Ferrari’s event, and word seemed to have spread quickly, their schedule was fully booked. It was mostly private events, which weren't their favorite, but they played well, and that allowed them to occasionally play small concerts in even smaller venues.
Today was one of those days. They had a concert in a little concert hall. It wasn't something big, but they could play their own songs, and that was enough for them.
Surprisingly, the place was sold out. They knew they had their own fanbase, it was more a group of friends who followed them around, but apparently it had been growing and now there was a whole hall full of handmade posters and banners with their names and cute messages.
PORSCHE
“I found him!” Porsche barged into the office of his assistant/manager/best friend, and found him with his tongue down the throat of another man. He yelped, and the two men stopped abruptly. “Sorry!”
He quickly turned around, letting out a loud screech.
Someone behind him cleaned his throat, and Porsche turned back again, this time the two men were separated, with Pete sitting behind his desk, and the other one standing next to him.
“Vegas…” Porsche greeted the man.
“How are you, Porsche?”
“Not as good as you, as I can see…” Porsche side eyed Pete, who just rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
Pete's boyfriend was peculiar, he had this mafia aura around him, but when he was with Pete, he turned into the softies puppy Porsche had ever seen.
Vegas smiled awkwardly.
“I think I’ll get going.” He looked at Pete and leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“I'll call you later.” Pete answered, returning the kiss.
“Porsche…” The man saluted him with his head, and the racer did the same.
“Vegas…”
Porsche waited until he heard the door closing and walked towards Pete's table.
“What were you saying when you barged in, and interrupted a beautiful moment with my other half?” Pete intertwined his fingers in front of him, over the table.
“Sorry about that, I didn't know…” he sat on the chair, in front of said table. “I was saying that I found him! Well, will…” He leaned his head thinking and Pete raised a brow.
“Look,” Porsche took his phone, unlocked it, and passed it to his friend. The concert announcement was already on display, “he's having a concert! A public one, I just need to buy tickets for it, and then…” He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and leaned back in a winning posture.
“The tickets are sold out.” Pete informed, with a neutral tone.
“What?” Porsche opened his eyes quickly. “They just posted it this morning!” He went for the phone with grabby hands, but Pete moved it away.
“Well, looks like they just updated the caption, and it says, it’s already sold out.” This time he passed the phone to its owner. “Why didn't you buy tickets then?” He questioned.
“It's not like I didn’t want to…” he looked at the screen with a sad face, “is that I didn't know how to do it.”
“What?” Pete raised a brow.
“I've never bought anything online…” Porsche deflated. “And I only have my black card. And it is not like I can use it to buy tickets for a concert. I was hoping you could buy them.”
“You should have called me.”
“I didn't imagine they would sell out so quickly.”
“Maybe you can buy them at the venue…”
“Can you do that?”
“I don't know…” Pete answered sincerely. “I guess you can try.”
“Sure.” Porsche put his phone in his pocket and stood up, slapping his thighs. “I think I'll go home and get ready. The concert is at eight thirty, so I'll try to be there at eight.” He let out a deep breath. “Wish me luck.”
“Best of lucks.” Pete said from his chair. “If you need anything, call me, ok?”
Porsche nodded and left the office.
The rest of the day went by at a weird speed, sometimes time passed really fast, and other times minutes lasted like hours.
At seven, Porsche decided that it was a good time to go to the venue, seven… eight… it was only one hour, and sure he would be luckier if he went earlier, right?
Well, he was wrong.
The street in front of the venue was full to the brim. Hundreds of girls and women lined up in improvised lines that lead to the entrance of the concert hall.
Porsche doubted none of those people would recognize him, but he opted to wear his glasses and a cap to cover part of his face.
He zigzagged through the lines of fans, and finally reached the ticket stall.
“Hi.” A cheerful young man greeted him. “Are you here to collect the tickets? I need the transaction number.”
Collect?
“I… well, I couldn't buy the ticket online,” the boy's face shifted to a more serious one, “I was wondering if I could buy it here?”
“Oh…” real concern showed on his face. “I'm so sorry, but there's no in-person ticket sale. And I'm afraid that the tickets were sold out.”
“Yeah, I know, that's why I couldn't buy any…” Porsche deflated, and let out a deep sigh. “And by any chance, do you know where I could find a ticket?”
The boy looked around and gestured with two fingers for Porsche to move closer.
“I'm not supposed to tell you this, because it is against the venue's policies, but… there's always people willing to resell their tickets, if the price is right.”
Porsche paused for a moment.
“Do you mean?” He looked back, at the people queuing. “Them?”
“You can ask around… and I would try with the ones at the very end of the queue. The ones upfront have been waiting for hours.”
Porsche smiled politely and thanked the boy before stepping back and follow the queue till the very end, as the young man had proposed.
Where should he start?
He approached a few fans, and asked shyly if any of them had a spare ticket, or if they knew where to get them. But they all gave negative answers, and went back to their friends.
He had to change the approach.
This time he checked the crowd, and found a group of four girls, three of them were very excited, with light banners, and what looked like a weird torch. And the fourth one, was just, there.
“Hi, sorry to bother you…” the four girls looked at him warily, “I'm trying to find a ticket for the show, and I was wondering if you had a spare one,” all of them shook their heads in unison, “or maybe any of you would be willing to sell me their ticket…”
Three girls shook their heads immediately, and the fourth hesitated before looking at their friends, and shaking her head too. It was Porsche's opportunity.
“I'll give you twenty thousand baths for your ticket.” Porsche spoke to the fourth girl, who opened her eyes in surprise. “Thirty?” The girl looked even more shocked, so Porsche grabbed his wallet, checked inside, and took out some notes. “Fifty thousand, that's all I have here.”
The girl looked at the money and then at Porsche.
“You're not a cop, right?” This time the racer shook his head. “And this is not some kind of scam, right?”
He chuckled softly.
“Look,” he passed her one of the notes, “besides, what would I get from a concert ticket? I just need to see them.”
The girl checked the note on her hands, looked at her friends, and reached inside her backpack.
“Here you have.” She handed him the ticket, and left the hand extended for the money.
Porsche put the other notes in her hand, and happily took the concert ticket. He had done it, he was going to see Kinn again.
KINN
The venue was full to the brim.
Kinn and the others took turns to peek through the curtains, because none of them could believe that they had sold out in such a short time.
Having the concert had been a last minute decision, and they thought that they would have more losses than earnings. But they had been working hard for the past weeks, so they could afford to lose a few hundreds, they just needed to play their own music to recharge their batteries.
What they never had expected was to sell out all their tickets in hours, and even less, to have people queuing at their door to see them.
“Guys! You ready?”
Jom's voice brought all of them back to Earth.
They all nodded, almost in unison.
“Let's do it…” Kinn was the first one to put his hands in the middle, and the rest followed him. “One, two, three…”
“Cumulus!” They all chanted together.
The musicians took their instruments and walked to their spots, they checked the equipment one last time, and Kinn gestured a thumbs up to the sound guy. The lights dimmed, and hundreds of screams could be heard from the stage.
Kinn got goosebumps down his back, looked at Arm, and when the man nodded at him, he started playing a solo on his guitar.
When the curtains lifted, the crowd erupted again in screams and chants, Kinn was sure that if he didn't wear the earpiece, he would only hear the people around him.
It was the greatest feeling in the world.
The concert went great, they performed their songs, and even got time to play a few of their favorite covers.
It was almost the last song, and they always stopped right before it, and took the opportunity to interact a little with the fans. Each member introduced themselves, and had a small chat with the audience.
To do so, they asked the venue to switch on all the lights, that way, they could see the people from the stage.
The view from up there was amazing, they could see heads and heads, banners with names, even pictures of them with stickers and cute decorations. Kinn was overjoyed to see all the people gathered in that place to listen to them.
And then, he saw him.
PORSCHE
Porsche was over the moon. He remembered that the band was good, but seeing them here, in their own habitat… playing their own music, they were incredible.
He was standing at the very end of the hall. Once the doors opened, all the people waiting outside ran towards the front, next to the stage. He didn't want to get into a fight, so he just waited at the end. It was amusing to see all these girls and boys pinning over Kinn, when he had been literally on top of him.
And seeing him now… well, Porsche couldn't help but to want more.
He hadn't thought about what he was going to do to approach the musician, maybe he could try to go backstage… He was Porsche Pachara after all, he could use some of his fame… or maybe waiting outside was a better idea, that wouldn’t draw much attention, but there was the possibility that they exited through another door, or maybe the fans would wait outside…
Porsche didn't have more time to think, because suddenly the lights were turned on. He looked around for a second, and focused his attention back to the stage. Kinn was also checking the audience, and then… their eyes met.
KINN
He couldn’t believe his eyes, Porsche was there? Of all the people Kinn didn’t expect to see there, Porsche would have never an option. How did he…? Why?
“P’Kinn…” Someone spoke directly in his earpiece, and he jumped, scared.
Kinn looked around and saw his bandmates laughing between them.
“Welcome back to Earth,” Arm joked, “we thought we lost you.”
Of course, the final speech.
“Sorry,” Kinn smiled, removing his earpiece, “I got caught up with the wonderful audience we have today.” That comment earned him a round of awes and screams. “I’m Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul,” more screams, “and I want to thank you, all of you, for being here today.” He was looking everywhere when he was speaking. “I know the announcement was in very short notice, and I would never have imagined that so many people would come to see us, but here you are,” unconsciously his eyes traveled to where Porsche was standing, and said the last sentence looking straight at him, “you’re really here…” Porsche smiled widely and gave a little nod. “And well,” Kinn quickly looked somewhere else and continued speaking, “I'm really happy, and I hope you had a great time. Thank you clouds! I love you!”
More cheers and screams followed.
PORSCHE
After Kinn's speech, the other members took turns and also did the same, everybody got their fans, and every time someone said something, the public erupted in screams and chants.
At one point, Kinn disappeared. Porsche tried to see where he was, but he seemed to had gone somewhere behind the stage. It took him a few minutes to come back with his band.
“Mister Porsche?”
Someone tapped Porsche on the shoulder, and he turned, a little startled, and a bit scared, did someone recognize him? A young girl was standing before him.
“Are you mister Porsche?” He nodded, not saying a word. “Mister Kinn asked us to bring you backstage.”
Kinn had done what?
“Oh, ok… thank you.”
He followed the girl through the people, and they walked past some closed doors that had security on them. Probably to prevent the fans from getting inside the restricted area.
They were walking for a few minutes, he could still hear the members talking. Soon they stopped, and the girl pointed something to him.
“The stage is right there,” he moved a little and saw that he was standing right next to the stage, they were so close, “you can wait here until they finish.”
The band had grabbed back their instruments and was getting ready for the encore. From the distance they looked cool, but up close, their presence was something else, especially Kinn's.
They sang two more songs and, amidst the public's demand, they bid their farewell, and exited the stage through the back.
The same girl came back to pick up Porsche, and he followed her in silence. The driver was nervous. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, like he was going to compete in any Championship. But he was going to meet a guy, well, not a random guy, he was meeting Kinn.
She knocked on a door, and a tattooed guy opened, Porsche tilted his head down to cover his face with the cap.
“Hi, I'm looking for mister Kinn…”
“Sure,” the guy leaned his body back, “Kinn! Someone's at the door, looking for…”
He didn't have time to finish the sentence, because Kinn appeared, jumping and putting on a jacket.
“I've got this!” He stood in front of his bandmate, he hadn't looked at Porsche yet. “My guitar is already in its case, and Big will take care of my things.” From inside the room, an affirmative hum could be heard. “See you later!”
He bid farewell to his bandmates and, finally, turned to Porsche.
The racer would swear that his heart stopped right then. He remembered Kinn's smile, the dimples on his cheeks, and he had seen them again on the stage. But now, all that happiness was directed towards him, was because of him. And Porsche couldn’t breathe.
KINNPORSCHE
Kinn thanked the girl and walked past her. Porsche was right there, looking at him, and he had to gather all his strength to not jump on top of the man right in the spot.
Instead, he grabbed him by the arm, sliding his hand till it reached the racer's one, and pulled gently to the side.
“Should we go?”
Porsche did nothing but nod, and Kinn pulled him to the corridor he had just walked by.
After a few seconds, Porsche came back to his senses, and squished gently the musician's hand. He was met with a sweet smile from said man.
They left the venue through the back door, and even there, they had to avoid some cheeky fans that were starting to gather around that exit to try and catch a glimpse of the band.
Luckily for them, nobody saw them, and they could walk out without being interrupted.
Suddenly, Kinn halted, making Porsche crash with his back.
“Did you bring your car?” Kinn asked and Porsche shook his head.
“No, I took a cab. Why?”
“Nothing…” he resumed his walk. “Is it just that it would be super awkward if I took you to my shabby car, and you had your super expensive, stylish one nearby.”
Porsche let out a soft chuckle.
“I'm sure your car is not shabby, and besides I don't have a car here. I guess I could ask for one, if it's what you want.”
Kinn shook his head fervently.
“No, no. I had enough at that time.”
They arrived at a parking lot, it looked more like a clearing with a guy in the middle charging to keep an eye on the vehicles. But after a look around, Porsche thought to himself, that no one int heir sane minds would like to steal any of those cars.
“Ok, we're here.” Kinn stopped in front of an old Mercedes that had seen better days. “It's not a Ferrari, but it takes me places.” The man joked.
“Actually, it's beautiful.” Porsche observed the car. It was a Mercedes-Benz, probably from the 60s, 70s… “Did you buy it?” He asked.
“It was my grandfather’s, but when I got my license, he gave it to me. He said he was too old to drive, but the truth is that he knew I loved the car.”
They were still holding hands, so Kinn had to let go to open the car. Porsche moved to the passenger’s side, but being used to European cars, he walked towards the driver’s seat.
“Do you want to drive?” Kinn smirked, and Porsche realized his mistake.
“Oh no, I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to this car.” He walked past Kinn. “Besides, I like it when you are in control…”
He left the sentence in the air and cockily went to the other door.
A chill ran through Kinn's back, he liked the idea of being in control, but he loved the idea of being in control of Porsche. How could this man affect so much with such few words?
He took several deep breaths to calm himself, and his dick, it wasn't the time or place to get a boner. Then he entered the car and sat on the driver's seat. Porsche was looking at him with half a smile painted on his face.
“You're a menace…” Kinn told him, shaking his head.
“I've been told.” And that cocky smirk again.
Kinn shook his head one more time and turned on the engine.
“So… where do you want to go?”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yeah?”
“Then your place is fine.” Porsche sat back, spreading his legs sinfully, and Kinn had to control himself once more to not jump on top of the other man.
“A menace indeed…” Kinn side smiled once more and drove off.
The trip to his place was quite short. Kinn lived on the west side of the city, next to the river.
It was late, so when they crossed the Rama bridge, the yellow lights were in full display. Porsche leaned his head on the window and contemplated the beautiful scenario. That bridge had something special, it meant home for him.
The car snaked through smaller streets, and while they were waiting at a red light, Kinn looked around and saw some food stalls.
“Are you hungry?” he asked the racer, “we could eat something…”
“Is your house far?” The question caught Kinn by surprise.
“Not really, it's right over there.” He pointed at a building in the next street.
“Then… Your place first, and then food.” Kinn side looked at him. “I'm starving, for food, but I ate this morning. For this…” He shamelessly checked Kinn. “I've been starving for weeks…”
“Shia Porsche!” Kinn was still halted at a now green light. “How can you be so straightforward?”
“I told you, when I like something, I go for it…” He added, calmly, darting a mischievous tongue between his teeth.
And Kinn short-circuited.
The horn honking of another car behind them, made him come back to his senses. He shook his head to clear it a little, smiled to himself incredulously and drove to his place.
The building had a small clearing in front of it, and Kinn parked the car there.
“My place is on the roof.” He pointed up and Porsche saw a metal staircase that spiraled next to the building.
They walked up in silence, Kinn guiding, and Porsche following closely. Tension was palpable between them, now that the rush from the encounter had lowered down, everything was awkward, and the musician couldn’t help but feel nervous.
Kinn's place wasn't really big, but it had a huge terrace on the front.
“Do you want….”
Kinn didn’t have time to finish the sentence, because once they stepped inside the house, Porsche launched towards Kinn’s lips.
“Nop.” Porsche answered between kisses.
“Shower…” Kinn tried again.
“No.” Was the same answer between kisses.
“But…” More kisses. “Sweat…”
“Don't care…” to prove his point, Porsche licked Kinn’s neck from his collarbone to his jaw, “don’t mind.”
“Fuck…”
It was the only coherent sound that escaped the musician’s lips, and after a few seconds, he finally took the initiative, and led the two of them to the bed.
The sun was hitting him in the eyes, and Kinn tried to move an arm to cover his face, but a dead weight on top of his extremity made it impossible.
He opened his eyes, turning his face to the origin of the weight, and found the formula 1 driver sleeping soundly on top of his right biceps. He tried to move, as delicate as possible, but the racer shifted, and also opened his eyes.
“Hi…” Kinn greeted him.
“Hey…” Porsche smiled, closing his eyes again, and stretched himself like a kitten. He then looked at the man in front of him, and spoke, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. “Last night was amazing…”
The smile that accompanied that sentence brightened Kinn's day, and this time he didn’t stop the urge of leaning closer and kiss the shit out of that grin.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth…” Porsche mumbled between the kisses.
“Neither have I…” Kinn answered and kissed him again.
“Gross.” Porsche joked.
“Are you hungry?” Kinn finally asked when he felt that they had kissed enough.
“Starving actually. Yesterday we didn't eat…”
“Well… I ate a lot.” Kinn raised a mischievous brow and Porsche slapped him on the chest.
“And I'm the menace?” The racer moved quickly, grabbing Kinn's wrist and pinned his hands next to his face, and straddled him. “You're a wolf dressed as a lamb.”
“A lamb? Never been told that, but you can try and have a bite.” Kinn tilted his head, exposing his neck, and Porsche knew they wouldn't be having breakfast any time soon.
After round ten thousand, they finally got out of bed and moved to the shower. They had to restrain themselves to not continue there, but the rumbling and growling of their stomachs was too obvious to ignore it.
Kinn ordered from a restaurant nearby, and maybe it was because of all the energy they had used, or because they were in a very good mood, but the food tasted better than ever.
“Why were you at my concert yesterday?” They hadn’t done much talking during the night, so Kinn took the opportunity now that they were eating.
“Ung?” Porsche tilted his head, not understanding the question.
“I mean, how come you were there?” He asked again.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He looked at himself, and then at Kinn, both dressed with only a pair of boxers, an old shirt and an oversized t-shirt.
“But, why?” It was difficult for Kinn to wrap his head around the idea of Porsche going there for him.
“After Dubai…” Porsche started playing with his food while talking, “it felt like something unfinished.”
“Oh… that…” Kinn nodded slowly, visibly disappointed.
“What? No!” Porsche quickly corrected himself. “It wasn't because of the sex, which was amazing by the way,” they both chuckled, “it was something unfinished between us. Like I never felt this kind of attraction towards anybody.”
“Oh…” this time Kinn was surprised, he rounded his mouth, and raised his brows towards his hairline. “I also liked the time we spent together, but I had no idea how to contact you.” Kinn confessed.
“I know, my best friend gave me an earful.” Porsche added.
“Same,” Kinn chuckled, “Arm laughed at me for hours after I arrived, and I felt so dumb, and sad…” he smiled. “I tried to find you on your through social media, but you had too many followers.”
“And you don’t have social media.” Porsche cut him.
“I do,” Kinn explained, “I don’t use my real name, but I have followers there, fans can find anything.”
“I didn’t know you had that many fans, and they all looked beautiful yesterday.” Porsche pouted, diverting his sight to his plate.
“Are you jealous?” Kinn tried to call his attention, but when he saw that Porsche was ignoring him, he took the racer by the hand and pulled him towards his lap. He sat him on his thighs and rested his hands on Porsche’s round butt. “Those girls have nothing to do with me, I only like men, and right now, I like a very special Formula One racer…”
“You like me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” The musician quirked a brow, and Porsche felt butterflies in his stomach.
“I like you too…” Kinn shortened the distance between them and kissed Porsche tenderly. “Ok, we have eaten enough… now, bed.” Porsche bossed him, and Kinn just laughed.
“A menace…” He smiled standing up, with the other man hanging from his waist, legs tangled behind him. They shared a few more kisses before Kinn arrived at the bed, and put Porsche gently over it. He was a sight to be seen. “My, menace…” Kinn couldn’t help the possessiveness instinct that took over him, and launched forward to devour, again, the racer sprayed in front of him.
PORSCHE
A phone ringing woke them up from their post-coital slumber.
“Yours or mine?” Porsche's voice sounded muffled against Kinn's chest.
“Yours…” The musician didn’t even open his eyes. “Mine is always in silence mode.”
“Good to know…”
Porsche peeled off Kinn and waddled to where his clothes were discarded on the floor, his phone ringing non-stop inside his pocket.
“Hello?” he answered with a raspy voice.
“Shit, Porsche, where the hell have you been?” The voice on the other side of the phone sounded pissed.
“Pete? Why are you yelling at me so early in the morning?” Porsche stretched his arms.
“Early? It’s fucking six in the afternoon!”
Porsche opened his eyes and looked out Kinn's window, the orange twilight lights were visible over the river.
“I guess we overslept.”
Porsche walked to the bed, and found his place cuddling next to Kinn. This man's body was made to fit him.
“We? Are you with him?” Porsche just hummed in response. He felt Kinn moving under him, an arm pulling him closer, and a kiss on top of his head.
“Sleeping…” was all the explanation he gave his best friend.
“I want to meet him.” It was always the same, they had to pass the friend filter.
“Pete…” Porsche tried to complain, smooching his face even harder on Kinn's chest.
“Not negotiable. We’re having dinner later, the four of us.” Perfect, not only Pete was going to analyze Kinn, but also his boyfriend, and Porsche liked Vegas, but he could be… intimidating.
“I'll ask, and let you know…” Pete hummed, agreeing, and Porsche hung up the phone, throwing it away on the bed.
“Everything ok?” Kinn held him closer, kissing the top of his head again.
“Yeah, my assistant slash best friend, he was worried about me, and now he wants to meet you.” Porsche raised his head a bit, resting his chin on the man's chest.
“He knows about me?” Kinn looked surprised.
“Of course he knows! He helped me find you. And I'm telling you, my friend… it wasn't an easy task.”
“It still amazes me that someone like you, would look after someone like me.” Kinn smiled and Porsche sat up quickly.
“What do you mean someone like me, and someone like you?” He asked seriously, and Kinn's voice cracked.
“You're like a superstar, could have anyone you wanted… and I'm just a nobody…” Kinn didn't have time to continue talking, because Porsche stopped him, holding him by the cheeks, making Kinn pout, and pulling him closer.
“You're not a nobody, and maybe, I could have anyone I wanted, but I happen to want you, and only you, ok?” He waited until Kinn nodded. “Ok.” Porsche smiled and kissed Kinn's pout before releasing him.
The musician massaged his cheeks.
“Where are we meeting your friends?” Kinn asked.
“Do you really want to go?”
“I don't really care, but I can see it means a lot to you, so, why not? We have to eat dinner anyway… because we kind of skipped lunch.” He smirked naughtily.
“Ok.” Porsche moved to grab back the phone, and sent a message to Pete, who answered almost immediately. “I think the place is not far from here, so we have one hour.” He left the phone on the bed stand, and turned to Kinn with a mischievous grin.
“No, no… we have to shower and get dressed and go to the place…” Kinn tried to escape, but Porsche was faster and straddled him over his waist. “We have to…” Porsche kissed him.
“We have time…” He stopped for a second, and went back to kissing him.
KINN
Turns out, they didn't have time, and of course, they were late.
“Do you think I should have bought something?” Kinn parked the car in front of the restaurant.
“Why should you?” Porsche questioned exiting the vehicle.
“I don't know, I feel like meeting my boyfriend's parents or something…” He fixed his clothes.
“Awe… you already see me as your boyfriend? After one day together? What will I be in one week? A husband?” Porsche was joking, but the word made Kinn's heart race. Why not? It would be a dream come true to have Porsche as his husband.
He wanted to say that, but he kept it to himself. So he decided to change the subject.
“Come on, let’s go inside, they've been waiting for a while.”
They walked together, shoulder to shoulder, and soon Porsche waved to someone on a table inside the restaurant. Kinn could see a very smiley man, accompanied by another person, who was sitting with his back towards them.
“We're here!” Porsche announced happily. He turned to Kinn to talk. “This is Pete,” he pointed at the smiley man, “and this is…”
At that moment the man turned and Kinn could see him.
“Vegas?” Kinn interrupted Porsche.
“Anakinn?”
Porsche and Pete exchanged glances, and the racer finally spoke.
“Do you know each other?” He was looking at both men, pointing at them in turns.
“He's my cousin.” Kinn explained, and Porsche’s eyes opened like oranges.
“No way!” He turned to Pete. “Did you know?” The man shook his head and Porsche sat next to his friend. “All the searching, and turns out, he was your cousin!” He slapped himself on the forehead.
“It's definitely a coincidence.” Kinn sat next to his cousin and in front of Porsche. He grabbed the racer's hand, and held it between his, to prevent him from slapping himself again.
“Truth is, even if I had known your mystery man was him, I couldn’t have helped you, we haven’t seen each other for years.” Vegas added.
“Our fathers have a… complicated relationship.” Kinn tried to lighten the mood, and turned to Pete. “It’s nice meeting you, I hope I don’t cause any scandal to Porsche.” The comment caught the assistant by surprise, and took him a minute to realize that he had said those same words that time he spoke to Porsche through the phone.
“Well, I hope so.” Pete tried to maintain his composure, but his red ears were calling him out. So he opted to drink some water.
“If you don’t mind,” Porsche interrupted, “we’ve been having sex nonstop all day, and I’m starving.”
Pete almost spat the water in his mouth, Kinn felt his soul leave his body, and Vegas raised a brow and side-looked his cousin, proudly.
“Waiter!” The racer called the attention of the server, and proceeded to order his dinner.
The rest of the night passed smoothly, Kinn wasn't just a beast in bed, but he was also well-educated and extremely charming. By the end of the dinner, Pete liked Kinn more than Porsche, who was accused of sometimes being bratty and hotheaded. Which he was.
They bid their farewells and went on their ways. Porsche and Kinn walked together to the latter's car.
“Do you want me to drive you anywhere?” Kinn asked.
“Your place is not an option?” Porsche tried and Kinn smiled.
“If you want… but tomorrow I have to work, so, I won’t be able to stay up all night.” Porsche pouted, and Kinn pulled him closer by the jeans straps. “Is not that I don't want to, believe me, I could live forever in bed with you…” He didn't think twice and moved closer to kiss the racer, who didn't oppose any resistance.
They kissed in the middle of the street, not caring for anyone who could see them. It felt strange, but liberating at the same time. Porsche put his arms around Kinn's neck and kissed him one last time.
“Then your place it is.”
KINNPORSCHE
What started like a one-night stand, turned into a week, and soon it had been months, and years since they started seeing each other.
It wasn't easy for them, Porsche was still the best racer from the Ferrari Scuderia, and Kinn's band soon became famous.
Between the tours and the championships it was difficult, but they knew they were meant for each other, so they overcame the hardships.
Because since the moment they shared their first word, they knew it wasn't a one night thing, it was a lifetime thing.