Saint, only wearing Zee's large shirt and his boxers, leans back into Zee's body and takes a sip of the sweet champagne from the flute Zee probably pulled out of thin air. Zee's bare chest feels hard and smooth on Saint's face.

The rigorous lovemaking left him positively famished so he has eaten a ton of cheese and fruit, alternating between feeding himself and putting some in the big guy's mouth. He picks up the last grape on the platter and holds it between his lips, then tilts his head up. Zee brings his mouth down to receive the fruit and it turns into such a heated kiss that neither know who ended up swallowing the grape.

"This is so nice." Saint sighs contented.

Zee embraces him and plants a soft kiss into Saint's hair, "It is. You were so wonderful just now."

If anyone understands how great being here is more than anything, it's Saint. He doesn't know what voodoo Zee has worked on him but the weight on his shoulders appears to have been lifted.

It is times like these when everything feels worth it. The insults, the praises, the anxiety and the strain all feel like they have been gathered together in box and stored far away where he won't be reaching them at least for now.

There is no chaos out here and no noise. Therapeutic is the thought that occurs to him what this place is. Not to mention the phenomenal company he's got.

The man holding him makes him feel safe and, somehow, Saint knows it's always going to be this way no matter what. Therefore, the haters can keep hating.

He has been told time and time again to not pay any mind to all the online attacks because this sort of thing comes with the territory, it shouldn't mean anything, but once that devil invades you, it is hard to ignore. But now he is able to smile.

Zee sees him. Has always been paying attention even though Saint is afraid to let it show. But what is he afraid of? If there is someone to be shamelessly unapologetic around, it is Zee. If ever there was anyone to count on for absolutely everything, it's the man breathing in the scent in his hair as he enjoys the exquisite taste of some bubbly.

"Why did you pick this place?" asks Saint out of curiosity.

"Why, you don't like it?"

"On the contrary, I think it's sweet. And really nice. But there are so many places we could go and relax and fuck," he lets out a laugh, "why this one?"

Zee shifts and gets to his feet. While Saint is still puzzled, Zee pulls him to his feet at well, "come with me."

"What? What's going on?"

They walk some feet until they're standing at the edge of what appears to be a cliff. When Saint sees it, he gasps. He had no idea they were this high up. It is a far drop down from what he can see. In the far distance, Bangkok is nothing but an illusion of endless lights.

Zee stands behind Saint and wraps his strong arms around Saint's waist then pulls him to lean into him, "What do you see?"

"Uhm.." Saint mutters quizzically.

"Come on, look and tell me what you see."

"Well... not much of anything except that this would make for one nasty fall." he doesn't understand why his boyfriend is being cryptic.

"I want you to see how small it all looks from up here. How distant and beautiful it is."

Saint waits for Zee to say more but when he doesn't, he asks, "what are you trying to say?"

"That it doesn't have to feel like such a big deal. At the end of the day, it's all just a speck of dust, depending on how you choose to see it. They can't hurt you if you rise above it all as if you can just step on them and crush them beneath your foot if you so pleased. They can talk a big game, throw dirt at you and try to make you give up but you know what? The people who love you have your back, we know you and we believe in you. I believe in you. I will protect you."

"P'Zee," Saint turns around.

"Look, you're gonna do great. And you know I'm here, no matter what happens. I'm here. Always."

When a small tear gathers around his lashes, Saint whispers back the only word he can, "Always."

Zee kisses him strongly. Saint kisses him back desperately and his heart picks up pace when he feels Zee's monster start to rise up against his thigh.

In his head, he wonders what it would be like to kiss these very lips every day for the rest of his life. It isn't such a crazy idea, although it may be just too soon to think about these things.

It is crazy, right?

●●●●

"What time did he say they're getting here?" Saint asks.

"Said it will take him about 45 minutes to drive over here from their place."

It is mid morning the next day and they woke up about an hour and a half ago. They are not ready to leave the warm comfort of the bed yet.

Saint woke up to kisses on his neck from Zee earlier. He slept in the nude last night after they got home at around 3 AM. His naked state provided easy access to the refreshed and horny man laying beside him, leading to a perfect morning of wild passion to kick off the daylight.

He is not checking his phone today. Any way anyone is allowed to call him on his day off is if there's a fire or someone is dead. Otherwise, he is under strict instructions from Zee to maintain a rather big distance from his phone and other things that could ruin this day that's meant for nothing but happiness.

They do have guests coming over, however. Their close and personal friend, Mew, called Zee earlier to let him know of the impromptu visit. Mew's boyfriend, Gulf is also coming along since those two are attached at the hip and the whole world knows it. They both sounded pretty lively for a couple of people who just spent three hours on a plane from the Philippines where they've spent the past five days at a brand tour for the new skincare product they're sponsoring.

It's all well and good. Those two are among their closest friends –if not the closest even, and they have been so busy that they haven't been able to spare a moment to come over and see Zee and Saint's new place. They also haven't had much time to catch up given their busy lives.

"Then we should probably get up and take a shower and get cleaned up... and throw these sheets in the washer, we really made a mess."

"Not like it's something they haven't seen before," Zee shrugs, taking a quick look at the mess they have made in their bed. It's a lot of sweat mixed with other bodily fluids and it all just smells like sex. "Besides, those two already do much worse than what we just did."

"That's true," Saint chuckles. He stops and thinks for a moment before opening his mouth hesitantly. He's not sure where he's going with this but he finds himself letting the words out, "hey, do you... ever think about it?"

"About what?"

"About P'Mew and Gulf's lifestyle. Have you ever thought of trying it?" his face may as well be a tomato at this point because he is so red as he asks.

Zee's lips are pursed and Saint can practically see the wheels turning in his head, "I wouldn't wanna hurt you, if that's what you're asking."

"No, it's not. That and hurting me are not the same thing."

"You're also pretty much submissive to my every sexual whim. It's hard to believe that it would in any way have any impact on how I feel about you sexually."

Saint sits up to fully face Zee, "So you're telling that you have never been curious whenever we've been with them and they're talking about it?" Zee shrugs and nods, "come on, you can't be serious. There must be a part of you that has at least wanted to try... right?"

Then, like a switch finally flipping in his head, Zee sits up with a start, his eyes wide, "Wait a minute, are you --"

"No! No..." Saint denies immediately and jumps off the bed seemingly flustered, "It's not like that. Come let's take a shower and then make breakfast."

"Babe, it's OK to tell me if you wanna --"

"I don't. I was just asking. I swear."

Zee can clearly see it written in Saint's face that there is something there that he is keeping secret but he is not going to push. He doesn't want to put pressure on Saint. His curiosity will have to take the backseat.

●●●●

While it may not have been the world's longest shower, they still end up showering for much longer than they had planned that, by the time they're out, their doorbell has been ringing off the hook for three minutes.

Zee is first to throw on the closest appropriate clothes he can and goes to open the door.

The two strapping gentlemen greet him with wide grins. They should look tired as is proper decorum for anyone who has had what Zee assumes to have been an action-packed week full of work and little-to-no play but no. Both still handsome and lively as ever. Zee swears to himself that if he were any degree less good-looking than he actually is, he would be mad jealous of their looks. Well, thank Aphrodite that it is nothing he has to worry about.

Tight hugs are exchanged and, sparing no time, Gulf somehow finds his way and makes a beeline for the bedroom where Zee told him Saint was getting dressed. Yes, he has no boundaries. Has no need for them.

Once he's gone, Mew raises the expensive-looking bottle of wine Zee is now noticing he had in his hand, "Where should I put this?" asks the tall man.

"Is that wine? Who brings wine to somebody's house first thing in the morning? You're here for breakfast."

Mew smiles and simply responds, "Housewarming gift. I'm sure it's happy hour somewhere."

"You're not even an alcoholic, don't say such embarrassing things man."

"Never too late to start." he makes another shrug that causes Zee to shake his head.

"Speaking of breakfast --," Zee gratefully takes the bottle and starts walking towards the kitchen.

"Judging from the lack of a single smell of anything food related I'm guessing you just woke up. Wow, this place is amazing, so much space!" Mew stops and sweeps his eyes around the interior of the place, "how many bedrooms?"

Walking back out after placing the gift on the kitchen counter, Zee answers, "just two. We mainly liked it for the master bedroom."

Mew sends a knowing sidelong look Zee's way, "I bet! I like this one better than your old place. It feels more like you two." what Mew is referring to is the knowledge that the previous residence they'd been forced to leave used to be Saint's at one point.

After almost year of dating, they had both come to an agreement to live together. The reasons had been that it was a way nicer neighborhood and Zee had been wanting to give up his place anyway. By that time, their relationship had already blossomed into so much more. They were in love and Zee already spent most nights at Saint's, most of his clothes and personal effects were there and it had felt redundant to pay for a home he barely spent any time in.

Saving costs had been the logical reason, and love --plus a solid commitment, had been the unquestionable reason.

However, moving in to Saint's place officially had unexpectedly taken some getting used to. Spending nights had been one thing but then, sharing the home was a whole 'nother challenging matter.

They both had different ideas on what constituted good home décor and all that jazz --Saint being more into the modern chic styles and Zee, the earthy décor vibe. Safe to say that incorporating those two into one living space had been quite the situation.

Now, their penthouse is a perfect blend of the both of them. It all meets in the perfect middle in such a way that is seen by those who truly know them. Achieved by healthy doses of compromise and copious amounts of patience, they have managed to build a home. One they plan on having together for a long time.

"Want a quick tour?" Zee asks after the short trip down memory lane.

"Maybe later... how about that breakfast first? Gulf is really hungry and I'm not waiting for him to realize it." since Zee hadn't gotten anything started, Mew decides to help him out in the kitchen to help speed things up.

●●●●

Saint and Gulf sit on the sling chairs on the balcony overlooking the park that's fairly close to the building. They've just had breakfast and now it's time Saint thinks he should really soak in some of that morning sun that he hasn't been able to for a while now.

Zee is on a call with one of his costars and Mew went to the bathroom.

Saint's eyes are closed when Gulf starts the conversation, "hey, man, I've been reading some of the things people have been posting online and it's pretty nasty. How are you dealing with it all?"

"What else am I supposed to do? You've been in my position a couple times so you know the best thing to do is keep your head down and hope they one day disappear." that's the mantra he has recited to himself every day of this nightmare.

"Man, I swear it's like the higher you go, the weirder they get!" Gulf laughs thinking about the price of fame he is also painfully aware of.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, he has always heard that saying, but he only came to appreciate it after his career reached success. The human opinion is split and unstable and the amount of distaste they have had to swallow in the name of pacifying fans is not a burden made for most people.

But that's the way it has to be. There is no room for too much pride. The cruel ones are as much a part of the life as are the avid supporters. When it comes to making or breaking one's career, they are on all equal ground, friend and foe alike. There is no winning. There is just living for the strong and unnerving, or leaving for the weak.

"I wonder what they'd say if they found out what their beloved MewGulf were really into." Saint snorts and sends Gulf an impish look.

"It's really not their business but, yea, it would be bad!"

"Bad? I've seen your fans, there's nothing they're more curious about that your sex life. If it got out that P'Mew likes to tie you up in your private, in-built dungeon and go all Fifty Shades Of Grey on your ass, that day will be marked down as a public national holiday!"

Gulf blushes. Not that he's shy, far from it. There is probably nobody who knows about this whole situation of theirs than Saint and Zee.

"We always think that but then once they actually know us for who we really are they become completely different people."

Bitterly but amused nonetheless, Saint laughs, "Fun, right?"

"So much fun!"

The sun hitting Saint's face is moderately warm and seems to be seeping right through his pores right into his bloodstream, "I need a vacation... or something that's gonna make me feel alive again." he says.

"Just hold on. Filming is almost finished, right?"

"Yes, but as soon as I'm done with mine, P'Zee will be starting his." and therein lies the oxymoron –his binding freedom. Vacation without Zee? How ever would that sound pleasing?

"Bummer." Gulf mutters, "Or you could do what I do."

Saint sends him a puzzled look, "What's that?"

"Surrender." with a proud look on his face, Gulf ends his statement there leaving Saint utterly confused.

"Huh?"

"OK, here goes... become a submissive for a day."

For a moment, Saint has absolutely no words to say to that. He looks at his friend like he just sprouted an extra head.

Gulf laughs, "don't worry, I'm not suggesting the extreme stuff. Just the regular submissive. Mild restraining and the likes."

"Where would I even begin to do that?! And that's ignoring the fact that I've never told you I wanna do it."

Scooting closer to Saint, Gulf mischievously grins, "You've never said it in so many words but I know for a fact there's nothing you want more."

"What!?" Mortified is what Saint is going for but his expression just looks slightly confused.

"Whenever I've talked about it you always have way too many questions. Come on, why are you still shy? You and I don't keep secrets, remember? Besides, I wouldn't be doing a great job of being your friend if I couldn't tell even such a small thing.

Saint takes a moment to compose himself. Gulf lets him take his time deducing and digesting the information that was just thrown at him, "OK, fine! But I know P'Zee is not into that. He'd probably freak out if I told him to whip me."

Gulf rolls his eyes, "That's not a problem, I know someone who's very good at these things and would guide you two during your first time."

"Please tell me you're not about to set us up on a weird BDSM three way with some random guy from your, whatever, BDSM club or --"

"Ew! No! I'm talking about P'Mew!"

Saint's eyes almost pop out a couple of times before he can say, "P'Mew... your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Gulf, that's your man. How the fuck are you making it sound so casual!"

"Relax, we're not uptight about it. I mean, we haven't been with other people but the other day we were talking about how much fun it would be to maybe involve someone else in our playroom sessions and, look here.. I've found two perfect candidates!"

Crazy things have come out of Gulf's mouth before but none this convoluted.

"When did we go from discussing me needing a vacation to relieve my stress to you inviting me to a swingers' party at your house?"

"You need stress relieve and to completely forget everything else, right? Sex I the best way.

"Right, and P'Zee and I have been doing fine in that department." Really, Saint has no complaints.

"You'd think that, but trust me. People think being a sub is all about torture and all that nasty crap... so not true! When your dom knows what he is doing and the sub understands what that power over him means and lets himself go and his body stops being only his, you will taste greatness!"

"So your suggestion for my ultimate salvation is BDSM..."

"You laugh now but you won't be once you've done it, mark my words."

It's crazy that this is the sanest thing Saint is willing to consider. He has thought about it before because it's a fantasy of his that he has guarded very keenly from Zee. Again, he does not understand why he keeps things from Zee. He knows that's something he should remedy as soon as possible.

He continues to talk with Gulf on the subject until Mew joins them and they both act as if they weren't just now discussing the recruitment of SaintZee into their adventures of the playroom. They have agreed that Gulf will talk it over with Mew later and Saint will do the same with Zee before they make any definite decisions.

The excitement Saint feels is insurmountable and so are the nerves.