Arthit POV -----

"I am scared, Kong. I don’t want to be in trouble"

Kong squeezes my hand and I notice his eyes are distress when he looks at me.

"I know Arthit. I don’t want you to get in trouble either. It will be okay. Roger will help you"

Kong’s words don’t make me feel better. It feels more like he is talking to himself than me.

"Arthit, they are ready for you now"

The secretary speaks softy and smiles at me.

Kong kisses me on the lips and whispers

"I will be right here. I love you Arthit, No matter what"

I hug Kong tight, pressing my face to his neck, wishing I didn’t have to go into that office.

Kong lets me go and steps back. He tries to smile, but I know he is worried.

I walk through the door, marked Hospital Administrator, my nerves making me feel ill.

Mr. Alan, the hospital administrator, watches me enter and motions for me to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I sit in the only chair left; Paul is sitting in one, Roger in another.

I am glad I get to have Roger in here with me. He will make sure I don’t mess up.

"Alright, gentlemen, I think we need to examine the events that occurred recently to determine exactly what happened"

Mr. Alan slides a piece of paper across the desk.

"Paul has lodged a complaint against you, Arthit. He states that you struck him in the face without provocation. Is this true ??"

I feel panic twisting my stomach, I didn't understand what Mr. Alan means, and look to Roger. He leans close and speaks where only I can hear

"Provocation means reason. Did you have a reason for hitting Paul ??"

"Yes. I had a reason"

I inform Mr. Alan. I look to Roger again and he nods at me. Kong and I already explained everything to Roger, and he told me it’s very important that I explain everything to Mr. Alan.

I tell him about my first day. I tell him about the jokes and how I didn’t understand them, and Paul giving me the name Special Ed. I tell Mr. Alan about Kong explaining how Paul was making fun of me, how I had asked him to stop, and how I had been ignoring him. Finally, I tell him about the day I punched Paul. How it was a regular day, he teased, I ignored. I tell him about Kong coming to take me home and Paul laughing at the idea of Kong being my boyfriend. I explain how Paul called me Special Ed in front of Kong and about the snapping inside me and hitting Paul.

Mr. Alan doesn’t say a word while I talk. He doesn’t smile or frown, just watches me and listens. He looks at Paul.

"Is everything Arthit said true ??"

Paul squirms in his chair, looks at the floor and doesn’t answer.

Mr. Alan looks annoyed.

"Mr. Paul Lahote, will you please answer the question ??"

Paul shifts again and looks up.

"It’s true"

Mr. Alan sighs loudly, looking back and forth between Paul and me.

"I should fire you both, but your supervisor spoke highly of both of you, and I don’t have people beating down my door to work here"

He sighs again and begins shuffling papers across his desk.

"You will each apologize to each other, to your supervisor, and the rest of the kitchen staff, and both of you will be on a probation period. Any more incidences and you will be fired. Do either of you have anything else to add ??"

"I can’t apologize, I am not sorry"

I state.

"Can I speak with Arthit a moment ??"

Roger asks Mr. Alan.

He gives a small nod and turns his attention to the papers on his desk.

Roger leans close and speaks in a whisper.

"Arthit, it’s important that you apologise"

Roger’s words confuse me.

"But I am not sorry"

I say again.

"I understand, Arthit, but sometimes we have to say things we don’t want to or don’t mean"

"You.... you want me to lie ??"

I am even more confused now.

"No, not lie exactly. Isn’t part of you being sorry for how things happened, even if you aren’t really sorry for punching Paul ??"

I am sorry I have caused trouble for Roger, but not for hitting Paul, and I tell Roger that.

Roger nods and smiles at me

"You should tell Mr. Alan you are quitting. It looks better than being fired"

I look away from Roger. He seems tense. I look at Mr. Alan, but he is still looking at the papers on his desk. Finally I look at Paul. His eyes are on the floor. His lips are still bruised and his nose is kind of swollen. Even looking at his face, I feel no sorrow for my actions. But, looking at the tense face of Roger and remembering Kong's worried eyes , I feel bad for causing trouble for them.

"I am sorry"

All eyes are on me now.

"I am sorry for the trouble I has caused"

Paul gives a small nod and mumbles

"I am Sorry too for misbehaving with you"

"Thank you, gentlemen. Make sure you extend these sentiments to your supervisor and your fellow employees at your earliest convenience"

Mr. Alan says. He doesn’t even stop looking through the papers on his desk when he speaks.

Roger touches me on the shoulder, telling me it’s okay for me to leave now.

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Kong’s hug feels wonderful once I am out of Mr. Alan’s office.

"How did it go ??"

He asks, his voice worried.

"Okay..."

I tell him everything that was said inside the room.

"Sounds like Mr. Alan was trying to be very fair. I am glad you didn’t get in real trouble Arthit"

Kong pulls away from me to look at my face.

"You don’t look very happy. Are you alright ??"

I notice Paul and Roger over Kong’s shoulder as I think about his question. Roger already told me he has patients waiting on him and he checks his phone as he hurries down the hall. Paul walks past us silently, never moving his gaze from the floor in front of him.

"Yes. I am alright. I am just glad this is over"

Kong looks at me a moment longer. He knows I am not telling him something, but he doesn’t ask and I am glad for that. Even though Mr. Alan seemed pleased with my apology, I feel like I wasn’t really truthful, but I just couldn’t make myself be sorry for hitting Paul. So I apologized for the only thing I could, causing trouble. It still feels wrong, though, like a half-truth. I remember Mom telling me as kid to always tell the truth, but I also remember Dad telling me sometimes it’s okay to tell a half-truth, like when we would have a surprise for Mom and I would have to keep it a secret.

All these thoughts make my head hurt and there is only one thing I am sure of..... being an adult is hard.

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The Club Night --------

Kong was getting ready for their club night, he wore his favourite dark blue jeans and a crisp white Oxford shirt.

After checking his reflection in the mirror one last time, he made his way out to the living room where Arthit was waiting for him. He was watching TV on the couch when Kong stepped out of the bedroom. Arthit shut the TV off and stood up as soon as he saw Kong.

Kong's breath catched in his throat when Arthit stood before him. He has seen the clothes that Arthit and Prem picked out for the club tonight, but seeing them on the hanger and seeing them on Arthit were two entirely different things.

The dark washed jeans hug his legs making them look even longer than they naturally are. The black button-down shirt he was wearing shows off his toned body, from the rolled sleeves revealing muscled arms, to the silver buttons running the length of his torso, making him a very appealing package.

When he slided on a pair of reflective sunglasses and extended his hand to Kong, Kong felt his mouth went dry and his temperature shot up a few degrees.

On any other man that move would have looked rehearsed, but on Arthit…it was just perfect.

He settled an arm around Kong as they walked out of the door.

"You look very good in this shirt"

Arthit told Kong. When Kong looked up at him with questioning eyes, Arthit's only response was to stretch his fingers further across Kong's back.

Shivers crawls over Kong's skin, but not from the nip in the night air. Arthit’s touch on his back was lingering and promising, he seems excited. Perhaps going to this club won’t be such a bad idea after all.

Kong can feel the music thrumming through the concrete as they wait in line to enter Club Moonlight. Wad and Prem were just ahead of them, lost in their own world, holding each other close.

Arthit has his arm around Kong again, his fingers tracing up and down his spine over the fabric of his shirt. Kong observe the people around them, most similar to themselves, couples and small groups waiting for their turn to get inside. Several pairs of eyes were lingering on Arthit, drinking in his beauty and he was completely oblivious, his eyes were focused only on Kong.

When it was finally their turn to enter, excitement permeates the air around them, pulsing through the crowd with a life of its own. The club mix of Moves has set everyone dancing and Kong was amused at how Arthit watched with fascination.

The song changed as Kong pulled Arthit along the edge of the dance floor, intent on making his way to the bar for a soda drink.

He dosen’t recognise the song, but the rhythm was slow and rich, almost seductive.

Arthit and Kong watched the couples began to sway and grind to the beat.

"Teach me,Kong"

Arthit Whispered in Kong's ear.

"I don’t know how to dance like that, Arthit"

"You know how to dance, I have seen you, few times"

Kong could feel the surprise crossed his face. He was always careful to make sure no one ever seen him dance.

"When have you seen me ??"

"When you aren’t looking"

There was mischief in Arthit's eyes when Kong looked at his face and he was completely speechless.

Arthit moved to the dance floor, pulling Kong with him and found a spot where the crowd doesn’t press too tightly.

Arthit watched the people around them for a moment before pulling Kong flushed to his body, his hand sliding to the small of his back.

"Show me"

He said again

"Put your hands on my shoulders and find the beat with your body"

Arthit’s hand glided up to grip on Kong's shoulder and he moved his body along with Kong's. His natural grace made it easy for him to follow the beats of music.

Kong has no idea how long they swayed to the music, long after that first song ended, and Kong found that he dosen’t mind being on the dance floor. At least, as long as Arthit was with him.

"Kong !! Arthit !!"

Even yelling, Wad’s voice can barely be heard above the music and he was only a couple feet away from them

"Drinks ??" 

Kong nodded and only then he noticed Arthit and him were the only ones still dancing slowly. Everyone around them were moving more vigorously to an up-tempo beat.

They joined Wad and Prem at a small table, grateful for the cool moisture of their sodas.

Wad was in his element, he enthuses about the music, the mood, and discusses about so many couples around them. Prem just smiles his ever patient smile, holding his hand and placing the occasional kiss on Wad's neck. Arthit looks as stunned as Kong felt. Kong love Wad to death, but sometimes his never-ending chatter could wear the patience of a saint.

Arthit and Kong stay seated after Wad and Prem headed back to the dance floor. They didn’t talk, just watched. Kong watched the dance floor and Arthit watched him. Every time Kong checked to see if he has shifted his gaze, Arthit's eyes were still fixed on him, longing clearly reflected in their depths.

They danced to a few more songs, but Arthit doesn’t seem as enthusiastic as before, he seems distracted.

"Are you okay ??"

Kong asked

"Yes. But Can we leave now ??"

"Of course"

Kong responded and they searched for Wad and Prem to let them know they were leaving.

Wad looked a little disappointed, but thanks them for coming up to the club, and before Kong could even assure him that it was no trouble, he has melted back into the crowd of dancers.

Kong shook his head and walked out with Arthit's hand clasped tightly in his own.

The drive home was quiet.....too quiet. Kong expected Arthit to have a hundred questions, about the club, about the way people were dressed, or the very suggestive way some of them were dancing.

"Are you sure everything is okay Arthit ??"

His silence finally forced Kong to ask the question.

"Yeah. Just thinking"

"About anything particular ??"

"Just some things I want to do"

Arthit told Kong

Kong let the subject drop, even though he was dying to know what’s going on in his head, but he understands Arthit has the right to keep his thoughts to himself.

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Kong's POV------

I get ready for bed the same way I always do, brush my teeth, and slip into a soft t-shirt to accompany my boxers.

When I step out of the bathroom, I am met with anything but the typical scene. Usually Arthit is waiting under the covers in his boxers in the dark. Tonight when I walk out of the bathroom, both the bedside lamps are on, filling the room with light, and, rather than lying under the blankets, Arthit sits cross-legged in the middle of the bed........

Completely naked......

My mouth actually falls open. Does this mean he is ready to take the next step ??

"Are.....are you......do you...... ??"

I manage to stutter as I step closer to the bed.

Arthit doesn’t answer. Instead, he rises to his knees, reaches for me, and grabs my waist, pulling me close.

"What are y...."

Arthit cuts off my question when he presses his mouth to mine, consuming my lips with his.

His hands slide up from my waist underneath my t shirt, forcing it up my body.

He pulls his lips from mine to free me of my shirt.

"I want to see you"

He murmurs against my skin as he moves his mouth to my shoulder.

"What…what do you want to see ??"

I ask, barely able to form the question with the feel of his bare skin on mine.

"Everything"

He tells me, pushing my boxers over the swell of my bottom.

"Oh....."

Is the only thought that comes to my mind.

Arthit sits back down on the bed, pulling me with him until we are both seated facing each other.

"Lie down"

I comply with his request, taking his hand to lower him down with me.

"No.... I want to see you. All of you"

He tells me, pulling his hand from mine.

"I thought............ never mind"

I feel flustered and embarrassed that I misread his signals.

Arthit is brushing my hair away from my forehead.

"You thought we were going to have sex"

It’s a statement, not a question. He knows my thoughts like he can read my mind. I confirm his statement with a nod.

"Not tonight. Is that okay ??"

"Of course"

I tell him, sitting up and reaching for his face.

"I didn’t mean to presume or rush if you aren’t ready"

"Shhh......."

He presses his fingers over my lips, silencing me at once.

His hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking it gently.

"I have felt what my body does when you touch me. I want to see what your body does, when I touch you"

'Oh...... Oh !!' I think again as he nudges me back toward the pillows.

Once I lay completely flat Arthit sits back on his heels and just looks at me. I fight the urge to cover my 'starting to harden' junior, with my hands, not because it bothers me for Arthit to see me naked, but it’s unnerving to have him study me so intently.

Arthit’s first touch is so soft I barely feel his fingertips graze the edge of my thighs. I look down at my body to see him running his hand up...... over my stomach till my chest, he bring his thumb to my nipple and give it a gentle flick. I close my eyes at the small jolt of pleasure, pushing my head further into the pillow, and arching my back, my body eager for another touch.

His next touch is just as gentle, though I am a bit surprised to feel a gentle tug at my nipple. I open my eyes and look at Arthit’s face. His expression is a mix of delight and fascination. Looking back to my body, I see his fingers gather my sensitive peak, give it a little tug and let go. He repeats this..... again and again..... until my nipple is almost painfully erect.

His hand slides towards the other side, seeking my other peak, my skin pebbles in anticipation of his touch. When both of my nipples have been brought to hard nubs, Arthit brings his gaze back to my face.

"Can I kiss them ??"

I nod and watch him lower his face until his lips brush against my nipple. He kisses twice, his mouth pressing firmly against the skin before his lips part and my nipple disappears in his mouth. My eyes close again as his tongue draws circles on my skin. He moves to the other one, applying a small amount of suction this time and eliciting a moan from me.

I open my eyes again when I feel his mouth leave my skin.

He is sitting back on his heels again, just looking at my body. I can see his gaze move up my legs, past my stomach and chest until he is looking in my eyes again.

One of his beautiful dimpled smiles crosses his face before he scoots down to the end of the bed.

He lifts my knee gently, stretching out on his stomach, my leg hitched over his back and his face on level with my sensitive erection.

It’s startling....... to have him down there like that. I have had sex before, only once...... but in the dark room, with lots of fumbling. I never experienced something like this and honestly it feels more intimate.

He brings the back of his fingers to my already tingling hardness and bruhes up and down, sending shivers running through my body.

After several more brushes I feel the tip of his finger rubbing the slit at the top.

I am torn by the desire to lie back against the pillow and concentrate on each sensation and the desire to watch Arthit’s face.

In the end.... My desire to watch Arthit wins out and I push myself up. If he notices the shift in my position his face doesn’t betray it, he is wholly engrossed in his exploration.

His fingers continue their mission until he tightened his grip around my junior and gave it little tug. I can’t help but let my head fall back as my breath leaves my mouth, it's a pleasured hiss when he strokes softly up and down.

I open my eyes to see he has shifted his gaze to my face. His eyes are filled with awe and hunger. He watches my face as he continues to rub me.

When his fingers linger near my testicles, his gaze shifts to his hand momentarily and then back to my face and I can read the question in them before he even needs to ask.

"Please......."

I tell him and I am surprised to hear how desperate I sound. He brought me to orgasm just two nights ago, but him watching me...... and me watching him, watch me is, infinitely more erotic then just sensation in the darkness, and it is driving me near madness with desire.

When he rolled them with his other hand, a moan escapes my lips and excitement crosses his face, .

He quickly finds a rhythm, tugging up and down with his hand on my throbbing erection, and rubbing my balls with his other hand......and always watching......watching his hands please me and watching me watch him through a haze of pleasure.

My limbs begin to shake, beads of sweat are running on my forehead, and I am having difficulty, to stop myself to thrust faster and harder in his tight grip, and maintaining my gaze on Arthit while I writhe and moan under his hands.

A mantra of....

"Oh, please, Arthit, please....."

Tumbles from my mouth as my orgasm edges closer and closer.

When my climax rolls through me, I shudder from head to toe, Arthit looking on with an expression of blissful triumph.

When my mind begins to clear from my post-coital haze, I look at Arthit, who has moved from between my legs.

He is sitting beside me now, looking at my limp erection, and the mess on my stomach expectantly, like he is waiting for me to say something, and I can see, he is very obviously turned on.

I move to grab some tissues from the bedside table and clean myself and his hand too. Then I sit, at his side facing him, capturing his lips with mine and sliding my hand over his hard-on.

He moans into my mouth at the contact and thrusts himself more urgently into my hand.

A few strokes and I pull my mouth from his. I want to watch him just like he watched me.

I move my hand slowly, watching in fascination as he jumps in my grip when my fingers run over the rim of his head. I never would have thought I would enjoy this as much as I am, but seeing what I do to him......watching him come undone at my touch, it’s the single most erotic thing I have experienced.

I take a look up at Arthit’s face to see his heavy-lidded eyes watching my every move.

Moments later I watch in wonder as Arthit’s eyes squeeze shut and I feel him swell and release in my hand.

He leans heavily on me, kissing along my shoulder.

"Kong....You are amazing"

He whispers to me.

I turn to look at him, smiling at the adoring look on his face.

"You are the amazing one, Arthit"

After a quick trip to the bathroom, I climb back into bed with Arthit and relish the feel of him when he curls his body around mine.

"I love you, Arthit"

He hugs me tighter to him and I feel his breath touch my skin as he speaks.

"I love you too, My wonderful Kong"

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A/N: Thank you all so much, for reading and voting for this story. This chapter is quite different from what I have planned before I started to write...... But now I don't want to change it, I hope you all will like the chapter. Tell me your thoughts about this chapter in comments section, please 💖💖