Exhausted yet glowing like a thousand watt bulb, Arthit rolled off of Kongpob. The intimate massage he had earlier planned to give Kong, in order to relax his aching muscles, had out of nowhere turned into an unpremeditated oral session.

"I can't move a limb. " Kong complained, looking expectantly at Arthit, conveying a wordless request to carry him to the bathtub and help him wash. But Arthit just raised a brow in amusement.

" You are one to complain, when I was the one doing all the hard work ? "

Kong pursed his lip, unable to counter argue, his brain hadn't descended from the high Arthit had just brought him to.

Straddling the thin waist, Arthit kissed Kongpob's brow, unable to hold himself back after seeing slightly lost and confused look on Kongpob's face that he adored, especially right after sex. The knowledge that it was him that put ever alert Kong's brain in short-circuit , just did something to Arthit's heart.

" I know what you mean" he mumbled looking into Kongpob's eyes " you have been working really hard lately. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, you aren't getting any younger Dr.Suthiluck. "

" I'm not that old. " Kong groaned, nearly offended.

" Your grey hair says otherwise. " Arthit chuckled pointing out the gray streaks.

" Don't boast about your dyed hair " Kong retorted.

" Excuse me, these are coloured, not dyed." Arthit even pulled some burgundy highlighted locks out of the top bun, he had grown his hair for an upcoming movie. Since Kong loved to pull on his locks in wild throes of passion, it was safer to put the damn thing in a restrain. Because honestly,it hurt like a bitch and as much as he loved Kong and can even die for him; going bald was out of limits! Thank you !

" You tied them again" Kong complained, reaching out towards the stray lock of hair, only now aware of his favourite part of Arthit's body being intentionally kept out of his reach...correction - second favourite part. First being ....ahem ... you already know.

Arthit just smirked slyly.

" You know what I love besides glasses on you ? "

" Mmm hmmm ? " Kong urged him to speak .

" Your greying hairs. " Arthit replied. " It makes me happy to know that we have spent these many years together. "

He gently removed Kong's glasses and stretched his hands to grab the tissue box kept on the night-stand.

After throwing the bottles of massage oil and lube in the drawer of the night stand, he diligently cleaned the evidence of their nocturnal activities and aimed the tissues straight into the bin.

" Arthit! " Kong the ever neat freak complained. But, Arthit pulled Kongpob to him, such that Kong will be nestled in his chest. Arthit still lived on his promise he made 22 years ago, to be the one to hold Kong, to rise up to become his protector.

" I promise to put all the things at their respective places, tomorrow . " Arthit promised sensing Kongpob's displeasure at things being randomly thrown in the drawer.

Kongpob nodded , wrapping his arms around Arthit's back, he started rubbing small circles on the bare skin.

" Don't do that unless you want a repeat. " Arthit warned,combing Kong's hairs with his fingers in an effort to put the man to a much needed sleep.

" Repeat ? You still have the energy, old man ? " Kong teased, tickling his sides.

" I am only two years older than you. " Arthit frowned.

" That's a whole 730 days. " Kong countered.

" You are adamant on proving me old. " Arthit whined which reminded Kong of the whiny brat in their early relationship days, when Arthit would exhaust him to bones and expected to be pampered by him instead of doing the pampering. Later years had shown that three things would never change in their lives - a mirror opposite to their bed, Kong's spects being a major turn on to Arthit and Arthit behaving like a spoiled brat after sex.

" No matter how old you become, I have already told you , I will love your wrinkly ass." Kongpob suddenly pecked Arthit, overwhelmed by all the flashes of their past.

" Same. " Arthit answered.

" Oh! " Arthit exclaimed after a moment's pause " I have something for you. I totally forgot to give you . " He slid his hand under the pillow and brought a black case with golden engraving.

" Looks like a jewellery box..What's this ?" Kongpob asked, not bothering to tear himself away from comforting warmth of Arthit's chest.

" Wait a minute," Arthit flicked the case open with one hand and took out the gold rimmed glasses.

" Not again.. " Kong groaned. Thanks to Arthit's abnormal kink, he had hundreds of spectacles of every frame, every glass and every style imaginable, lying in the bottom drawer of their cupboard.

" You didn't like it ? " Arthit asked, ready to pout like a child. He had spent several days thinking on the type of spects Kong didn't have yet.

" Arthit, I have almost thirty spects that I haven't used yet. Rest were worn not more than two times. "

" There are thirty spects that we didn't use ? " Arthit asked, astonished " You should have told me....But no worries. You didn't have gold frame glasses, so I got this for you. Now, we have 31 glasses, that means I have a month to think of a new frame. " Arthit replied, relieved. And Kong could just roll his eyes at his husband's absurdity.

" Arthit, my point is, there is no use of this spect."

" Of course there is. " Arthit smirked. Kong could just groan silently.

" Don't worry your pretty mind " Arthit switched off the night lamp "Sleep, I can always think of new ways to put our collection to use " he caressed Kongpob's hairs , " we have so much to do tomorrow... take rest na"

" You didn't throw a party, did you ? " Kong suddenly asked alarmed " I told you, I want to be at home. "

"No party, just an intimate gathering. A dinner with close friends. "

" Your definition of intimate is a gathering of five hundred people. " Kong complained remembering Top's 18th b'day.

" That was only one time. " Arthit defended.

" Only two weeks ago,you threw an intimate party with 300 guests for Malee's birthday.. " Kong glared.

" Well..." Arthit smiled sheepishly " Malee won't turn 18 everyday, so...we had to do something to mark it . "

" With 300 people ? "

" Those were Malee's friends and teachers and classmates,everybody she has known ..." Arthit was cut off mid sentence.

" Since Kindergarten ." Kong provided.

" You are right, It probably went a little out of hand. " Arthit admitted in a small voice "But those were people that helped our children to find their place in the society and genuinely love them - friends, teachers, colleagues and their families. I want to make up for all the events they didn't get to celebrate before coming to live with us. Before P'Jane, I never had anyone who did these things for me but they have us. We are here to catch their fall, to show them the path and on occasions , spoil them rotten. I do not want our child to feel the absence of their biological parents." Arthit explained.

Kong couldn't help but steal a kiss from this adorably charming bear that behaved like a stone heart but in reality was a person with one of the softest hearts. While he was extremely hesitant to adopt a child at start, Arthit had proved to be a capable and reliant parent and Kong couldn't be more proud of his partner.

" You didn't plan anything like that for tomorrow , did you ? " Kong asked, already imagining the exhausting evening.

" No,nothing like that. Not more than 20 people, I promise. " Arthit replied.

************

Top strode in the city hall with purposeful strides, watching the mix of sculptures, paintings and photographs displayed artfully,being admired by elites of the city; chosen exclusive by his por, his perfect man - Kongpob Suthiluck.

One particular painting has caught his heart, arousing bitter pain of remorse and sweet puffs of envy.

Kongpob has given this piece of paper, whole six months of his life;he couldn't even begin to imagine his father's dedication towards the subject of the painting.

The painting of Arthit Rojanapat, drawn by Kongpob Suthiluck captured even excruciatingly small details. Easily capturing the slightly rightwards tilted smile cum smirk and the little scar on his cheek, even the peculiar way of lying down.

The raven bangs fell lazily on superstar's forehead who laid on the bed, stretching like a lazy cat, entangled within the sheets, his left brow raised in challenge while hooded, dark brown orbs gazed deep down the soul, combined with the slight smirk, it portrayed both saint and the sinner. Just woken up with none innocent thoughts. It wasn't just Arthit Rojanapat . It was the flame, it was Arthit through Kongpob's eyes, irresistible, unattainable and sinfully enticing.

One look at the painting and any one can guess,this was a piece of the heart of the painter, window to his heart where Arthit was a permanent tenant. And it burned Top's heart to pieces for it reminded him of his failure, everything he didn't attain, couldn't attain.

He clicked a photo of the room and sent it to Kongpob with the caption ...

' Por, many many happy returns of the day.'

Kong looked at the photo of the event held in his honour. He and Arthit had taken an initiative to hold an exhibition of amateur and unknown artists who had the talent but lacked opportunity to shine in the world of art. He sometimes also exhibited his own works along with amateurs and the amount it brought went to the charity. He couldn't be more proud of his son for volunteering to continue their tradition.

The smile that was blooming on his lips by the thought of Top's benevolence froze midway as he flicked to another photo - a particular painting that he spent almost six months to finish. This was Arthit's wish.

Kong had taken the hobby of painting as a means to relieve stress and with time his interest in this art form had intensified. On one such fine Sunday evening , he found Arthit laying on the bed, bare, entangled with the sheets, in a seductive, yet tasteful way.

" What are you doing ? " Kong asked.

" I'm practicing to become an art model. "

" Why is that ? " Kong asked, confused at Arthit's sudden desire to change career.

" I must prepare in advance for the day you will decide to draw me." Arthit shrugged.

" You want me to draw you like this ? " Kong asked, pointing at the bare nipple and naked thighs.

Arthit threw the sheet away. " How about, like this ? " He stretched on the bed lazily, completely naked.

Kong just threw Arthit's T-shirt on bed

" Wear your clothes "

But, the seed Arthit had sowed had firmed its roots in Kongpob's mind.

He had started working on Arthit's wish, deciding to surprise his love.

This painting wasn't supposed to go to any auction,it was a bare and raw piece of their life that belonged only in their bedroom after he would gifted it to Arthit on his 50th b'day in two months. All his hard-work will now amount to nothing but a media circus that will need enormous efforts to contain.

Kong grabbed his head between his palms, his mobile fell on the floor, the world before his eyes suddenly darkened as the ground raised to hug him.

*******.

Arthit Rojanapat Bared it all !

( Photo of the portrait )

The annual exhibition for amateurs and enthusiasts of arts, sponsored and arranged by 'Scandal' star Arthit Rojanapat is being held today in City hall.

In typical Arthit style, the actor has struck us again with his unbelievable beauty...

Click to know more...

Arthit clenched his jaw, the media has never brought good news in his life. They are like hungry dogs,only looking for a bite of scandal and they have definitely got more than mouthful. The way the portrait is painted, it would have been comparably less scandalous if he was to be painted naked.

He tore his eyes from the tablet when his phone rang.

" Khun Rojanapat, Dr. Sutthiluck has fainted suddenly. Khun Dechapanaya has been informed, he is being given the necessary medical attention . " The nurse, Khun Pranita informed Arthit. She has been kind enough to accept his request of informing him about Kongpob's improvement after the last incident .

******

Arthit barged in the city hall, the venue of exhibition cum fundraiser abuzz with visitors. His eyes searched the culprit that was supposed to be here, strutting and gloating or at least just smirking at him.

It wasn't that he was unaware of Top's adoration towards Kongpob that stemmed from his obsession with having a perfect life, perfect everything. Top was showing progress in his sessions so he just didn't take a strong approach towards it, using gentle ways of coaxing the younger out of his mindset.

Top's obsession had played an important part in his success so he preferred to give the lad a breathing space. But it had gone out of hand today, making Arthit regret his soft parenting methods.

" Arthit " someone gripped his hand, he spun on his heels to find Sook standing in front of him.

" Arthit, let's go. " He said to which Arthit replied by pulling his hand out of Sook's grip. " It has gone out of hand now. I warned him, if something happens to Kong because of him; I will never forgive him. "

" Arthit... this is not the way. Don't create a scene here " Sook warned. " We have come a long way, Top has come a long way. You are not only Kongpob's husband but Top's father too."

Arthit's shoulders sagged hearing the last sentence. Indeed, for a moment he has forgotten about being a father to Top. He would have gut the person if it has been any other man creating this scandal for them. But, how does one fight their own family ?

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