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He should’ve stopped him.
He was supposed to stop him.
For, well, a dozen or more reasons.
Boss Chaikamon didn’t love him
Noeul was pretty sure he didn’t love him either
Noeul wasn’t doing a very good job of remembering that lately
They didn’t have the excuse of filming a series, of spending hours upon hours pretending to fuck until it honestly seemed unreasonable to NOT follow through
Boss was too pretty
Boss was too strong
Boss was too dominant
Boss was just too damn sexy
If he let Boss kiss him, now, away from everyone, he was going to end up in his bed
Ending up in Boss’s bed meant an experience that dug into him so deep that it was impossible to extricate from his mind and body for weeks, months
Unfortunately, the reasons he wasn’t pushing Boss away were nearly the same as the reasons he should.
He was a little drunk right now and, deep down, he was just so hungry for the oblivion of the space Boss could send him to.
Boss rubbed his thumb over Noeul’s bottom lip. It was a tick of his, a habit, and here was where Noeul could resist. Could roll his lips together, pull away, slide away from the wall behind him and step away. Boss would take his lead. He’d laugh, spin away, deflect, get another drink, pretend it away.
Noeul just let it happen, instead.
No. Noeul made it happen. Flicking his eyes between each of Boss’s, dropping them to his lips, then back up. The "Triangle Method." It always worked, and it worked here, now.
Boss leaned forward and pressed his lips against Noeul’s. It was a chaste kiss, especially for Boss, just a gentle press of their lips together, meeting in the middle. When he pulled away Boss tipped Noeul's head a little higher and kissed him several more times. Each just as light and sweet as the first. Noeul's fingers were beginning to wander up his arms, cup his elbow.
“You're being so nice to me,” Noeul murmured.
“Aren't I always nice to you?”
“You’re nicer these days.”
Boss chuckled, “Like P’Cir?”
“Aa.” Noeul agreed. Boss kissed his jaw, his cheekbone, his temple. He was moving in closer, body crowding him, now that he had Noeul's tacit permission. “Is that why?”
“Maybe. It's hard to pull him out of me sometimes.”
Kissed his ear, the space beneath. “Was it easier with P’Payu?”
Boss snorted, kissed his lips again, “Much easier. Payu was just me on a bad day.” Their hands were drifting, exploring. He wasn’t sure what tipped Boss off, but he suddenly gave Noeul a bit more space. Looked into his eyes, thumbed his jaw. Noeul stared up into those intense dark eyes- the first part of Boss he’d fallen in love with. He was aware of what his face was doing- the soft, open expression. The desire. He was almost annoyed he couldn’t hide it better. “What is this you’re trying to tell me?” Boss murmured, not seeming to expect an answer.
Boss twisted his head and kissed Nouel again, this time with his lips parted, lightly sucking on the corner of Noeul’s mouth. Twisted his head back- his eyes were open, Noeul noticed, observing- and lightly licked Noeul’s bottom lip. Then the top. Noeul’s lips parted. The next slip of Boss’s tongue, Noeul met with his own, a light stroke right across.
Boss jerked back an inch, eyes locking with Noeul’s, surprised. They both rolled their lips together, keeping the taste. He watched it fall into place in Boss’s face. No doubt Boss was remembering all the times before that Noeul had licked his tongue. What they’d been doing, who they’d been, when they did.
Consideringly, Boss’s hand came up and circled his throat, watching his face carefully as he did. His thumb traced his Adam’s apple as he asked, “Do you ever feel like Nong Rain?” Noeul swallowed. Nodded. “Hmm. Who do you feel like right now? Who do you want to feel like?”
Noeul’s eyes moved over Boss’s face. He was so beautiful, so intense. He looked like he’d wait forever for the answer, watching his face like he’d never get bored of it, his hand stroking around Noeul’s throat and jaw. It was almost annoying how quickly Boss picked up on the direction of his thoughts. No one else knew him like this. No one else paid attention like this, put time and work into him like this. No one had Boss’s confidence, his utter self assurance. The instinct to take what was offered. Sometimes he wondered if that was why he couldn’t hold a relationship down outside of this one. There was only one Boss Chaikamon in his heart.
“If I feel like Rain…” Noeul breathed. “Will you be P’Payu for me?”
Boss grinned and turned his face away, hiding his chuckle. Noeul pinched his hip in punishment.
Boss narrowed his eyes and flicked them between Noeul’s eyes and lips. “I’ll be what you need.” Boss said simply.
He flattened his body to Noeul’s, one hand coming down to hitch Noeul’s hips higher, yanking him up right to his tip toes, fitting their bodies together. Noeul moaned and Boss did too, a natural call and response, a kind of conversation between them, desire and consent. Boss licked into Noeul’s mouth. Noeul met his tongue, stroke for stroke, sucking, lapping, hungry. He put both hands around Boss’s neck, holding him tightly.
Boss’s hand was still holding Noeul’s ass, and he began to knead his cheek firmly. Their hips rocked together.
“Oh, fuck.” They tore apart, gasping, glancing down the hallway. The bubble had popped. Sound rushed back in. Fort Thitipong and Peat Wasuthorn were at the end of the hallway, gaping at them, Fort already starting to giggle. Boss glared at them and P’Peat started backing up, shoving Fort back with him. “Sorry, sorry!” He clapped his hands together and did several quick bows, “Ignore us!” They fled.
Noeul and Boss both blew out a breath. They were in the back of a restaurant, tucked into the short hallway in front of the bathroom. Down that hallway was a dining room that contained not only their friends, but also several members of their staff. It wasn’t like any of them would be surprised to find Boss and Noeul in a compromising position- but it simply wasn’t the done thing.
Boss brushed his hand across Noeul’s cheek and down his neck. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” He leaned into the touch. “Can we leave?”
Boss considered that for quite a while. Eventually, he asserted, “I don’t think I’m quite ready to go yet.”
Noeul complained, “Come on, Jeab!”
“Wait here for me.”
Boss strode away.
Just before turning at the end of the hallway he pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans.
Noeul’s stomach did one big SWOOP when Boss gathered some of his hair into a short pony and secured it.
Noeul waited impatiently, uncomfortable in his skin now. He was aroused, blood flowing. There was a burgeoning sensation at the top of his spine, base of his skull. A tingle starting. His thoughts were starting to lose their sharp edges, muddy. It was uncomfortable to feel like this without Boss with him. He’d never managed to reach this space in his mind without him.
Boss wasn’t gone very long. He returned with his black shoulder bag. “Hey,” Noeul greeted, instantly relaxing.
“Come here,” He hooked Noeul around the waist as he went by, pulling him into the single bathroom alongside him. Noeul had originally come back here to pee. He’d walked straight out into Boss’s arms.
Inside, they kissed again. It wasn’t chaste or sweet anymore. It was hungry, passionate, with a dark edge. The kind of thing Mame would’ve muttered about. “P’Cir and Nong Phukan kiss more innocently!” They would’ve had to tone it down on the set of The Boy Next World. But they were alone now and they kissed like they craved to. Like the other’s mouth was the sweetest ambrosia and they needed to taste it, swallow it, bring it inside themselves and keep it in their bellies.
Boss suddenly broke away and flipped Noeul around. He pinned Noeul’s hips between his and the sink edge. Noeul winced and shifted his hips back and up- trying to escape the pinch of the sink against his dick, ending up fitting his ass right up against the bulge in Boss’s jeans. They both groaned.
Boss’s hand landed between his shoulder blades and bent him right over. He admired Noeul’s ass in his oversized jeans. The way they pulled tight over his ass as he rubbed his hips around on his. Boss was releasing soft groans. Noeul’s hands were both over his mouth. He could see his eyes fluttering shut in the mirror. He wondered if he gave him a few minutes and a hand (literally), if he would take his pleasure right here. It turned him on to imagine himself bringing Noeul to cum right here, with a busy dinner service on the other side of the door.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He abandoned his first plan and shifted to a new one.
Before he knew it he was tugging his phone out of his very, very tight pocket. He thumbed a message to P’Peat. It was simple- “Run interference for us.”
The messages back said, “Oh Nong do not do that.” and then “How long will you be?”
“Fifteen minutes.” Consideringly, he observed Noeul, eyes shut, lip bitten, riding his cock with their clothes between. He followed up the text with, “Maybe a little more.”
“Do NOT get us all arrested.”
Boss read consent between the lines. Satisfied, he tossed his phone and bag onto the bathroom counter. He did the same with Noeul’s phone, yanking it out of his pocket. He started matching Noeul’s rhythm with his hips. They moaned again. All the while, he was transferring a small silk bag from his shoulder bag to his pocket.
Boss pushed up the back of Noeul’s shirt and began to stroke him down either side of his spine, fingers stretching out to surround his waist, his ribs, his shoulders. It felt so good under his hands. Noeul had lost some weight since the sweet young body he’d known from LITA. He couldn’t find it in himself to have preference between this leaner, stronger body, or the one he’d first touched. They were both beautiful, responsive. He repeated the motion until Noeul was arching like a cat. Then he circled his shoulders and pulled him upright. He pulled off Noeul’s overshirt and tossed it on the counter. Their eyes locked in the mirror as his hands tunneled up the front of his t shirt, started stroking his nipples.
“How’s your head, sweetheart?” The taller boy murmured.
“Fuzzy,” Noeul admitted. That tingle in the back of his mind had spread. His thoughts had lost much of their acuity.
“Good.” Boss said, voice dropping lower, taking on a soothing cadence. “I’m gonna take care of you. Give you everything you need. Just stay nice and relaxed for me, na?”
“Aa.” Noeul agreed, eyes fluttering shut as Boss plucked at his nipples.
“What do you say if you want your P'Payu to stop?”
In Korean, Noeul mumbled, “Red light.”
“And if you want me to keep going?”
In Thai, “Green.”
Boss’s hands were on the button on the front of his jeans. “I can undo this? Green light?”
“We’re in a bathroom.”
That wasn’t a Red. “I’ve got it handled.” He’d actually heard Fort’s voice a moment ago, cheering loudly, his wild laugh. He didn’t know what the other two men were doing but he had a feeling their whole plan was just causing chaos so no one would notice their absence. It was appreciated. “We’re gonna take these off now.”
“We can’t have sex here. It’ll be too messy.”
“We aren’t.” He assured him.
Noeul didn’t protest as Boss undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Didn’t do anything but moan when he pulled his boxer briefs down and freed his aching, leaking dick. But his mouth released garbled protests when Boss shuffled them back and down, sitting with Noeul in his lap.
With few options, Boss had settled on the toilet lid. Thankfully the restaurant was an authentic Japanese restaurant, with Japanese staff who expected a certain level of care. Fittingly, the toilet was high tech, with all the bells and whistles. Boss, amused and grateful, hit a couple buttons on the little remote beside it. White noise played, and a little jingle. He hoped it would help with the noise his little love was guaranteed to make.
Noeul’s jeans and underwear were caught on his shoes, so he tugged them free. He grabbed him behind both knees and pulled them up towards his chest, parting them, spreading the boy open almost obscenely.
“Oh, stop.” Noeul whined, embarrassed.
“Shhh. They’ll hear you if you’re too loud, Nong Rain.”
“Boss-”
“Open your hands.” Noeul did and watched in consternation as Boss produced a packet of lubricant from a little silk bag and upended it over their hands.
“You’re crazy.” Boss bit the upper ridge of his ear in punishment, making Noeul hiss. “Sorry, sorry!”
“Put your hands on your dick.” He did, groaning, hips rocking, hands slicking over his length. “Good, tirak. Don’t stop, but don’t cum until I give you permission. Green?”
“G-Green.”
Boss admired the view in the mirror above the sink. Nouel was sitting so pretty in his lap. Following his orders. He’d ceased to notice anything else once he could give in to his instincts and jerk off. He didn’t care that Boss had his forearms tucked under his thighs, keeping him on display. Wasn’t aware when Boss pulled something else out of his silk bag of tricks, warming the steel in his palm while he watched his sometimes lover writhe and bite his lips to near silence.
The fingers of his other hand, nice and wet with lubricant, cupped his balls then moved lower. Cupped over the entrance to his body. Noeul jerked, surprised, eyes flying open to lock on Boss’s in their reflection. “Boss? You said we wouldn’t-”
Boss cocked his head, curious. “Would you stop me? If I wanted to fuck you right now?” Noeul only swallowed. It was answer enough. “I won’t. When I fuck you tonight, I’m gonna do it in my own bed. But I can’t resist playing with you here. I love this tight little hole.” Noeul stifled his moan as Boss gave him a good few circles, prodding. He opened his other hand to his gaze. “Will you take this for me?”
It was a steel plug, a round red gem set in the end. Specifically, it was Noeul’s. Boss had been the one to buy it when they were filming Love in the Air, but it had belonged to his body. He didn’t know he still had it. He struggled to not feel oddly touched. Failed.
“I- here?” Noeul asked, voice shaking.
“Here. Now. Until we get home and I can take it out of you. Replace it with something better.” Boss’s fingertip demonstrated by finally breaching his tight rim. They both watched in the mirror, groaning, as his finger disappeared inside all the way past his second knuckle. “Mmmm. You’re tight, but not as tight as I thought you’d be, since it’s been so long.”
Noeul pressed his thighs down. When Boss’s forearms resisted the pressure it gave him the perfect fulcrum. He began to slowly ride the finger inside him, moaning, biting his lip, puffing his breaths. “Not so long.” He whispered.
Boss’s arms folded him up like a chair. One moment he was languidly riding, the next, his knees were practically in his throat and Boss’s head had whipped towards the side of his face. Rage boiled over in his expression. “What do you mean? You’ve had someone else inside you?”
“No,” Noeul gasped, “No one. Just- toys. Not even with my ex. Only when I’m alone. More often, now, because we’ve been on set together and we’ve been…” Flirting. Teasing. Touching. Yearning. Simulating sex for hours while the lights beamed down and the camera ticked and they pretended at things they’d actually done, felt, for each other, with each other. And then separating, going home, fighting their own bodies and minds and souls and matching, damning kinks.
Boss relaxed his grip. Instead of restraining, he cradled. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Noeul. I shouldn’t have reacted like that-”
“It’s okay.” Noeul wished he could touch him back, hold him, but his hands were filthy. He pressed his forehead to Boss’s jaw instead, rubbing, “It’s fine, tirak. I should’ve been more clear. Don’t be upset.” He nibbled his jaw playfully. “It’s not like I don’t know how possessive you are.” He admitted, “I like how possessive my Chaikamon is. I like feeling like this.”
Boss lowered his mouth to kiss Noeul’s pouting lips. The kiss went on for a long minute before Noeul started to move again. Boss let him take the lead, leaning back to watch his face. Noeul was finding his way back to pleasure, back to the quiet space in his mind that Boss seemed to have the only key to. His pupils dilated, an inch away. His breathing came heavier. His hands started to stroke again. Boss kept watching him, but teased him with his tongue too. Flicked it against his lips until Noeul’s came out to play. Sucked it when it did. Flicked his lips with the tip. Nibbled.
When Noeul was wanton Boss lifted his hand and popped the plug right into his mouth. It surprised Noeul briefly, but his eyes merely fluttered before he began to suck. Boss rolled the plug in his mouth, wetting it thoroughly before tugging it free and settling it lower. His finger slipped out of his lover and left him bereft for only a moment before the tip of the plug settled in place. Warm and wet, it didn’t feel as intimidating to Noeul’s body as it had looked fresh out of the bag. He rolled over it, feeling it enter. “Just like that,” Boss whispered “Take it.” He obeyed, feeling more of the stretch.
It was small, but it felt so big. Felt like so much. But Noeul wanted it so badly. His cock was red, irritated, straining in his hands. He wanted to feel this steel against his prostate, wanted to see if the very first brush against his most sensitive spot would be enough to unleash the orgasm that was starting to gather in the base of his spine. Boss’s orders or not.
And it would please Boss. The tingling in his brain wanted that so badly.
So it was that he relaxed and sunk down on the toy with a heady sense of gratitude.
“Good boy,” Boss praised, intensely. “You’ve done so good. You look so sexy like this.”
Noeul glanced at the mirror. He looked wrecked. Flushed red everywhere, lubricant and precum smeared, expression open and dazed. Shiny red jewel under Boss’s fingers as he began to undulate the plug inside. Noeul’s eyes closed, not interested in the sight.
“Can I?” Noeul pleaded.
“Ask phi nicely.”
“Please. Please let me cum, P'Payu. Rain needs to cum. Please, jagiya.”
“Since you asked so sweetly… Cum for me, tirak.”
A key turning in a lock. His orgasm erupted. Boss knocked one of Noeul’s hands away and replaced it with his own, concentrating on the tip as his spend soaked his palm, was caught between his fingers. The hand he’d knocked away went right over Noeul’s own mouth, trying to hold back his whining moans.
Noeul trembled all the way through his release. Boss held him tightly in his arms through every shudder until they had mostly faded.
Boss yanked out a handful of toilet tissue to mop up his hand. Noeul observed, sleepy against his throat, while Boss cleaned them both up as thoroughly as he could. His phone pinged on the counter. Noeul was surprised that his body ached a little as his feet finally hit the floor and he unspooled from Boss’s grip. Boss, too, arched his back and groaned. Noeul expected Boss to ask him to bend over again, but Boss just turned him around against the counter and dropped to his knees. He fit Noeul’s pants and boxers over his shoes. “Wait, the plug?”
“I meant what I said,” he advised. “We’ll take it out at home, when I can give you something better.”
“When are we gonna go home?!”
Boss gave his belt a nice hard tug to secure his pants at his waist and stood. “I’m still hungry. Maybe, 40 minutes?” He reached past Noeul to wash his hands.
“40?! 4-0?!”
“Gives us enough time for you to recover. Plus I have to buy a few rounds of drinks to thank our Nong and Phi for the distraction.”
Noeul’s head was spinning. The plug and the inherent embarrassment of sitting down to dinner with friends and staff with it in… “We may not have to wait 40 minutes for me to be ready again.”
Boss laughed, sweeping the room for signs of what they’d done, throwing lubricant packages deep into the trash can. Noeul washed his hands, all the way up his arms, tried to wet and smooth his hair, soothe his red face with cool water. He buttoned his overshirt back on, ending up looking oddly tightly laced, but he had to cover the wet spots on his tee. Boss had several suspicious looking wet spots on his lap so Noeul buttoned him up too.
Boss tipped his chin up, kissed him. “Don’t pout. Just rely on me to take care of you, don’t worry about anyone or anything else. Eat, drink some water. Rest. I have you.” He glanced once more around the scene of the crime. “I’m gonna leave these guys such a big tip they won’t even care what we did in here.”