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Kinn left as Tay’s heat was winding down, but before Porsche’s rut was showing signs of waning. He’d made good use of his borrowed time, and now he had to pay it back.
He used the time in the car, rushing past Bangkok streets illuminated with early sunlight, to pull on the face he’d need for the next few days. The face every crime lord in this city preferred never to encounter.
The face his father would accept.
It wasn’t until he arrived back home and stepped into the main lobby of the building, that he realized he’d forgotten something. Something that should have bothered him a long time ago, if he hadn’t been so utterly distracted.
“Where’s Tankhun?” Kinn asked, when Chan greeted him with a silence that was even more stoic than usual. Clearly sent by Kinn’s father, to deliver Kinn where he needed to be, as soon as he arrived.
“Resting,” Chan said, leading the way to the elevator.
“Really?” Kinn asked, because he couldn’t imagine Tankhun getting any rest while his own childhood trauma was playing out in the family again.
“He was distraught at your absence, Khun Kinn,” Chan said, as if that explained it.
“Can I see him?” Kinn asked, as the elevator moved smoothly upwards, towards the set of rooms his father liked to use sometimes as a kind of war room.
Chan kept his hands politely clasped behind his back, as if he’d never left the military. “He should be awake by tonight.”
At first the words didn’t make sense to Kinn, since it was early morning, but then they did.
They used to sedate Tankhun when he started climbing the walls, not sleeping, destroying things, when they were kids. It had taken a while for the doctors to figure out what his new normal was going to be, and sometimes he just… disappeared for days. It happened less often as time went on, but then again after their mother…
When Tankhun was originally rescued, it wasn’t immediately apparent what the impact of the ordeal would be. He’d always been loud, brash, demanding. It was so hard to picture that ever changing. In the first few weeks he still seemed like his old self, just… emptier, frailer, like a faded copy.
Kinn wondered what he himself would be like, a few weeks from now.
*
Predictably, Vegas was still nowhere to be fucking found. In the days that followed Uncle Gun claimed he was trying to track him down, but Kinn had seen more convincing lying from literal children.
Everything at home was chaos and pain and trying to dig himself out of the trouble he’d been plunged into. He needed to be by his father’s side for every meeting, every interaction with a rival mob boss, every deal renegotiation, and somehow keep himself in check. Not claw his own face off from the thought that someone could just do this to him, kidnap him, chain him up, shoot him full of drugs, force his lover to rape him, and get away with it. Just disappear into the wind. Claim innocence, instead of being burned at the stake.
But as much as Kinn wanted to send out his own search party, throw every body he could at tracking down Vegas, they were more short staffed than he’d expected. Big was still recovering, for which Kinn was grateful, but they’d lost quite a few men trying to get Kinn back, and some just needed a break. Like Pete, whose absence made Tankhun practically unbearable, even though Pete had last taken time off to see his grandmother two years ago.
At any other time, Kinn would deal with it by spending more time with his brother than he usually did. Tankhun reacted poorly to having his routines disrupted, but Kinn’s presence could push him back into stability, sometimes.
But right now Kinn just didn’t have the resources. His days were full of work, trying to make everything seem normal, re-establish his authority, and at night… Kinn woke every few hours from what should have been nightmares, but were instead comforting fantasies. He dreamt of pouring gallons of gasoline on the people who tried to hurt him, hurt Porsche, and then lighting a match. He heard their screams, and it soothed him. He saw needles, and blood, and hammers pounding through bone, and none of it scared him. On the contrary.
He was in no state to be solid and comforting and normal around anyone.
He didn’t have time to see Tay or Porsche, except in hasty messages and three minute phone conversations, until their absence felt like an open wound.
*
He didn’t know what Chan was thinking, but Kinn got no warning before walking into his office after midnight, to find Kim perched on the sofa, like some kind of ghost bird.
“This is unexpected,” Kinn said, because he genuinely had no fucking idea how to greet his brother anymore. He’d grown to hate him over the past few years, only for that dramatic rescue to happen, and for Kim to disappear again after? Kinn didn’t understand what their communication was supposed to be like now.
Even in the low evening light Kinn could still tell Kim looked uncomfortable. He fidgeted on the sofa, before pulling out an object from behind his back.
It was a tablet. Kinn’s personal tablet, which he’d last left in a locked drawer in this office. “Are you fucking serious?” he growled.
“Sorry, I had to make sure that you weren’t in on it,” Kim said, in that monotone voice he had when he wasn’t pretending to be a teen pop star. He rose and put the tablet on the coffee table between them.
Neutral ground. But it wasn’t good enough.
“What the fuck are you talking about? And what are you doing here?” Kinn demanded, bracing himself. Kim showing up out of nowhere couldn’t be a sign of anything good.
“I’m done,” Kim said, no less cryptic. “I, uh… I’ve been looking into some things. Just… things that didn’t add up, didn’t make sense. Even when I was a kid, it never…” His eyes had been wandering around the room, but when they paused on Kinn’s face, he stopped. Good. Kinn was glad his expression correctly conveyed the level to which he had no patience for Kim’s bullshit.
“Porsche. He’s not who you think he is,” Kim said, and Kinn felt like he had a whole new reason to want to grab him by his favorite leather jacket and throw him out into the hallway. “He’s not who he thinks he is, either. He probably told you his parents died in an accident, right? Have you ever asked him what he remembers about that? I mean, actually remembers, not what he was told.”
“What? No.” Kinn crossed his arms over his chest and squared his stance. Wherever this was going he didn’t want Kim to get comfortable. He was not falling for some ridiculous story Kim imagined in between concerts.
“I wasn’t going to look into him, I swear,” Kim said, finally sounding at least a little apologetic. “I just couldn’t really believe it, when I started digging. I thought I’d find…” Kim hesitated, and in the darkness Kinn couldn’t read his expression. “Nevermind what I thought. Everything is so much weirder than I could have imagined.”
“Are you drunk?” Kinn asked, because even though he hadn’t seen Kim consume any alcohol since he turned sixteen he genuinely wasn’t sure anymore. “What are you even talking about?”
Kim shook his head. “It’s all there.” He gestured at the tablet. “Read it, make your own conclusions. I couldn’t… couldn’t just drop something like this on a kid. And I don’t know Porsche, and you’re… you’re the only one who could do something about it.”
“Do something about what?” Kinn said, feeling somehow more annoyed than when he’d first walked in here to find Kim. “You snooped on Porsche’s background? You want me to believe he’s involved with one of our rivals somehow? After he nearly died, after they nearly made him–”
“No, no,” Kim said hastily, already backing out of the room. “He’s clean, Kinn. He’s… he’s cleaner than clean. Just… look at the files. Trust me, it’s not what you think.”
Kinn couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Kim had snuck into his office in the middle of the night after barely saying a word to him for years just to tell him Porsche had a deep dark secret that was also completely harmless?
“Also, um,” Kim said, his shadow blending with the doorway. “That four bedroom near the park? It looks nice. I’d take it.”
He disappeared before Kinn could throw the tablet at his head.
*
It took two weeks of feeling like there were not enough hours in the day and not enough whiskey and ice cubes in Thailand but eventually Kinn saw the set of his father’s jaw relax just a fraction. He started seeing the familiar expressions he was used to on the faces of people who came to the house asking for favors. Apprehension, respect, a desire to please.
As the final sign that things were returning to normal, at least business-wise, Pete came back from visiting his family, making Tankhun practically scream the house down. Kinn wasn’t present for the reunion, but it was the talk of the tower that day.
For Kinn, the highlight was seeing Tay and Porsche again. Touching them, smelling them. Feeling Tay’s arms around his chest, Porsche’s lips against his back.
Nothing was fine. Kinn felt like he’d been awake since they parted, drained and exhausted and full of angry, restless energy.
But they were here, because Kinn had spent sufficient time paying back his debts to his family, and in his own mental arithmetic, it was finally allowed. Just seeing their faces, their half-smiles, Tay’s perfectly coiffed pale brown aura of hair, the loose jeans Porsche wore when he wasn’t working, all of it made Kinn’s heart open like one of those cheap lockets. Something metal and creaky and worn, living inside his chest, tightly shut, waiting for someone to come and pull it open. With a light touch, Kinn felt like everything he’d tried to keep back was exposed again, but instead of feeling destroyed by it he only felt… safe.
That night Kinn did buy an apartment. A duplex with five bedrooms. Top floor of a new luxury compound with 24/7 security and an underground pool.
He sent the email signing off on the deal while Tay was napping, half in Kinn’s lap, and Porsche was sleeping off his last orgasm next to them on the bed.
*
Kinn told himself his life was never going back to normal, because he’d insisted on changing so many things in such a short time. A new normal would take time to establish.
His father wasn’t exactly happy with Kinn’s new living arrangement, and it wasn’t entirely clear how everything was supposed to work now with Kinn’s security, with his various legal and less legal duties, with the machinery that had been so instrumental to his life for so long.
But Kinn had sat in that basement, felt the cold stone against his back, looked into Porsche’s eyes and thought it might be the last time, and now… now his old life was easier to tear apart and put back together again.
So many concessions had to be made. It took a few weeks for the ink to dry, the legalities to become final, and in that time Chan came up with a detailed plan for Kinn’s new security schema. He deputized Pete to be in charge of it, promoting Pol to be the head of Tankhun’s bodyguards.
Everyone was shocked when Tankhun offered no objections, but Kinn thought it was because of their secret new deal. Kinn was now committed to at least one movie night a month with his brother, and he suspected Tankhun would try to rope Kim into it too.
“I’ll see you all the time,” Kinn had said, when Tankhun pretended not to wipe away a tear at the news - delivered by Kinn personally - that he’d bought a new place. “I’ll still be here almost every day.”
They had been alone in Tankhun’s bedroom, the guards waiting outside. Khun placed a hand on Kinn’s slowly but without hesitation. “It’s not the worst decision you could make,” he’d said, in a tone more quiet than Kinn had ever heard from him.
“I can talk to Chan about Pete,” Kinn had said. “I’m sure he can find someone else.”
“No, don’t,” Tankhun had said, shrugging. “Just… promise you won’t let anything bad happen to him.”
Kinn hadn’t thought it would be useful to remind his brother that bodyguards were there to protect you, not the other way around. He’d thought, since Tankhun was a child he’d stopped believing all their security measures could ever really offer protection. The only way to stay safe was to live inside the fortress forever, and hope the walls never got breached.
And he had loved Pete, more than any of his other guards. Maybe he was OK with letting him go because Pete deserved to live outside the fortress for a while.
The next day Kinn told his secretary to put two movie nights a month into his schedule.
*
It took exactly forty-eight hours for all of Tay’s possessions - at least all the ones he cared about on a semi-regular basis - to relocate to the new place. Technically, Kinn owned the apartment, but with Tay that didn’t matter. In a year, if Tay decided he hated the location or the facilities or the view, he could buy a different place and convince Kinn to move there.
It was more complicated with Porsche.
He never agreed to move in with them fully. But practically, Porchay started his first semester of university and was barely home, and Porsche had to convince himself more and more that spending time away from Tay and Kinn was something he really wanted to do, when staying with them was so much easier and more convenient.
Porsche didn’t say it, and Kinn didn’t want to ask directly, but he thought Porsche felt safer at the new place, than at his house. Getting kidnapped by goons right outside the gate, right on the street where he lived, did something to his sense of security. He felt more at ease, more relaxed in the apartment that didn’t have any of those memories, and where he knew Kinn’s team had checked every entry point.
Between having no debts, Porchay not needing him as much, and spending most of his time with Kinn and Tay, Porsche’s routines changed in a way that seemed almost unconscious at first. He spent more time and energy on making up classes, trying to finish his degree. He spent less and less on paying jobs, until the shifts at Hum Bar became occasional and far between.
Sometimes it seemed like part of Porsche was waiting for someone around him to point out that he wasn’t allowed to live like this. But being around Tay and Kinn so much, all he got in response was acceptance and reassurance.
They could give Porsche what neither of them had, at his age. An existence where he could take his time, figure out his own purpose, his own preferred life path. And there would be no rush, and no wrong answers.
The new place had a massive bedroom on the second floor - the reason Chan had recommended it. Downstairs there were three more rooms. Kinn had two of them converted into working spaces - a home office for him, to avoid the necessity of going to the family compound every day, a space for Tay to work when he had to, and for Porsche to do his academics.
The final room was ostensibly for guests, but was mostly reserved for Porchay. Kinn had made sure to choose a place that would be closer to campus than the Kittisawat residence, making the temptation for Porsche’s brother to stay over particularly irresistible.
Sometimes, on rare early mornings when Porchay slept over, Kinn even caught Kim waiting for him outside.
“I think… I think our brothers might be having a thing,” Porsche said, after the third time this happened.
It was amazing that Porsche spoke to Porchay several times a day and yet wasn’t sure about this, and Kinn barely saw his brother and had realized this since he’d come to their rescue.
“They might,” Kinn agreed. “Though I’m not sure my brother knows what that thing is.”
Porsche frowned. “Should that worry me?”
Not more than it worries me, Kinn thought.
*
“We can talk about anything you like,” the therapist, who was in fact an omega, said after Kinn spent the first ten minutes of their first meeting sitting in silence.
“That’s good to know,” Kinn said, definitely not gritting his teeth. He’d agreed to do this, so he
should be an adult about it, even if he was still keeping this meeting secret from his father.
“In our preliminary conversation over the phone,” the therapist, whose name was Art, said after another short silence. “You mentioned there were specific things you thought it would be good to discuss with someone.”
“Well,” Kinn said, wishing he could bite his tongue and walk out of this office right now without feeling like a coward. “There’s the fact that I haven’t had an erection in… a while. When I used to be… fine, in that department.”
Art had a look of mild surprise on his face. “That sounds like a medical issue. I assume you’ve come to me after exploring things with your doctor?”
Kinn licked his lips before speaking, his mouth felt desert-dry. “It’s not a medical issue.”
“You’re certain?” Art asked. “You think something non-medical in your life led to this change?”
Kinn let out a breath and allowed himself one short, hearty laugh before answering. “Do you only work with omegas?”
“No,” Art said. “A significant portion of my clients are omegas, but there are also betas and alphas.”
“How many of your clients have spent their lives wanting really, really fucked up things?” Kinn asked. “I mean, dehumanizing shit that absolutely no one would actually want done to them.”
Art nodded, sitting more comfortably. “If you mean fantasies related to violence, they’re fairly common, across dynamics and orientations.”
Kinn nodded. He didn’t really believe that, but intellectually he could accept it. “How many of your clients have come close to having those fantasies fulfilled,” Kinn said, “without their consent?”
Art considered this. “I’m not sure it’s possible to fulfill a fantasy without one’s consent. It sounds like you’re asking, how many of them have been victims of the kind of violence they previously eroticized?”
Kinn tried to speak but couldn’t. There was something heavy stuck in his throat. He changed his position, crossed his legs the opposite way, ankle on knee, hoping that would shake it loose.
“It’s pretty rare,” Art said. “But it happens. Fantasies about violence are more common for those who’ve lived with the threat of violence for a prolonged time, without necessarily experiencing it. It’s a defense mechanism for the brain, to eroticize terror. But sometimes the terror becomes real, unfortunately.”
Kinn still couldn’t speak. He felt his eyes tingling, horrifyingly, like they did in the first day or two after he returned home. Art’s description was too spot on to be coincidental, Kinn kept expecting him to push further, to try to fish for details of what happened to Kinn.
He couldn’t tell him - both for reasons of security and because he wasn’t ready to talk about the details of it with a stranger.
He’d been here for about twenty minutes now. If he left it would still count as an attempt.
“What happens now when you experience arousal?” Art asked. “I mean, the situations in which you would get an erection, before. What happens when you experience them now?”
OK, Kinn hadn’t expected that. The words felt like a relief. Talking about the present was easier. “Nothing,” Kinn said. “Mentally everything is the same. I have all the same thoughts, all the same feelings. But physically, I just… it doesn’t happen.”
Art was quiet for a long moment, as if giving Kinn space to think more about it.
“Your other clients,” Kinn said, instead of talking about himself. “How many of them wouldn’t even think this was a problem? I mean, an omega who can’t get hard, not the worst thing, right?”
“When we spoke earlier,” Art said. “You said one of your partners was an omega. Would you be upset if he could no longer get an erection?”
“Not upset,” Kinn said, considering it for the first time. Obviously he wouldn’t care if Tay was having some kind of issue - all he’d want to do is help, make sure Tay was OK. “But I’d… miss it. I’d miss being able to have sex with him that way.”
“Hm,” Art said, while Kinn processed through this information. It seemed so basic, to try and imagine Tay in his place, but it had never occurred to him. He was sure, intellectually, that Tay had to miss having Kinn’s cock in the picture, even as a different, distant part of him whispered that Tay had Porsche, and Kinn’s participation in that particular way was unnecessary.
“When is your heat due?” Art asked.
That drew Kinn away from his thoughts again and back into something concrete, and safe. “A few weeks.”
“How do you feel about the possibility of not having an erection during that time?” Art asked.
Fuck, Kinn hadn’t considered it. How did he feel about it? It would be only his second conscious heat, and he would spend it with an alpha, and oh, Porsche’s cock driving into him would probably feel amazing, like last time, except he couldn’t even get hard this time. He’d be like one of those omegas he used to watch get fucked with their cock in a tiny cage, made as small as can be, untouchable.
He couldn’t suppress a shudder.
Art’s lips curved upwards. “Tell me whether that was a good thought or a bad one?”
“I don’t know.” Kinn shook his head. “I… I don’t know.”
He did know. He just didn’t want to admit it. Right? Who was he trying to fool that he didn’t want that, didn’t want to feel that helpless, that used, that owned? And what was wrong with him that he was imagining being forced right now, having the choice taken from him, like something out of Tawan’s plans for him, something the Italians would put him through and film it and laugh?
He got on his feet, unable to sit still anymore.
Art got up as well. “Can I ask you to take a deep breath?”
Kinn considered it. He wanted to walk out of here and never come back. He never wanted to see this man, this office, again.
He forced himself to take a deep, long breath, and then another, as Art gestured for him to do. The oxygen made him a little dizzy, like there was suddenly too much of it.
Art sat back down, slowly, and a few moments later so did Kinn.
“Tell me about where you’re currently living,” Art said. “I understand it’s a new location for you? How did you choose it?”
Kinn took another breath. He felt steadier. Here they were, back to safety. Concrete questions, deceptively easy answers. He was beginning to spot the patterns. Art pushed and prodded until he got Kinn off balance, and then changed the subject to stop Kinn tipping over. It made sense as an introductory tactic, feeling out Kinn’s soft spots.
But what would come after the introduction phase was over?
“It’s close to work,” Kinn said. “And it has a nice view.”
He could do this, he told himself. He could try, just a little longer. He could survive at least one full hour.
*
A thing that would not have been possible in Kinn’s old life, but was somehow possible in the new: Porsche coming into Kinn’s office one afternoon, while Kinn was working on some paperwork, smelling like chlorine from the pool downstairs, wrapping his arms around Kinn from behind and kissing his cheek.
“I need your opinion on something,” Porsche said.
“Hm?” Kinn rubbed Porsche’s forearm fondly but didn't take his eyes off his screen. He was reading the numbers for the third time and trying to figure out how fucked his legitimate revenue would be next quarter.
“Do you think Tay would be willing to fuck me?” Porsche asked, slow and contemplative. “I mean, actually put his dick inside me–"
Kinn pushed away from the desk and turned his chair to face Porsche, nearly knocking him over. The image made his brain feel like he was having a seizure.
“It’s just, he’s never really shown any interest in topping,” Porsche said. “I don’t know if like, it’s something that’s tied to his ex somehow.”
It was a safe bet, since Time’s ghost still took up an unfortunate amount of Tay’s mental real estate. As far as Kinn knew, Tay had tried topping with Time once, and neither of them had liked it. “I think you should ask him,” Kinn said, mostly because he wanted to see Tay’s face when he was ambushed with this proposal.
When Tay came home an hour later, yanking off his suit and tie from a day spent in meetings supporting his brother in starting a new charity, Kinn and Porsche led him up the stairs to the bedroom.
“I kind of,” Porsche said, sneaking in words in between kissing Tay. “I want you to,” a few more kisses. “Put your cock inside me and make me come.” Porsche tried to keep kissing, but Tay’s face was suddenly frozen still.
“Are you into it?” Porsche asked, as if he was genuinely starting to have doubts.
“I–” Tay shook his head, and then gave Kinn a glare until Kinn’s laughter turned into a chuckle. “I don’t think… have you ever done that before? You’re an alpha, I think you’d need to… build up to it.”
“I’ve been trying with my fingers,” Porsche said. “At home. Just by myself. Does that count?”
“Wow,” Tay said, and Kinn couldn’t agree more.
A separate and distant part of him noted that was still insisting on calling the house home, even though he was spending at least five nights a week here.
This time Porsche laughed at Tay’s shell-shocked expression. “If I’d known you guys would be this into it I’d have asked a lot sooner.”
“You’re doing the prep work,” Tay said, pointing at Kinn with one hand and unbuttoning his pants hurriedly with the other. “I can’t… if I do it I’ll come before he gets to feel anything.” With his pants around his ankles Tay grabbed Porsche’s face and kissed him. “It’s been such a day and I come home to this!” He made a happy little sound that made Kinn want to squeeze him tightly in his arms and never let go.
They ended up with Porsche lying flat on his stomach on the bed, Kinn between his legs, and Tay sitting up against the headboard, stroking his hard on and trying to keep himself from coming just from Porsche’s noises.
Kinn used more lube than seemed reasonable, just to be safe, and massaged Porsche’s rim before slowly pushing a finger into him. By the time he pushed in a second one Porsche was moaning like he was being sucked off by a vacuum. There was no way penetration felt this good to him. As an alpha, his prostate was maybe half as sensitive as Tay or Kinn’s, and his cock had double the nerve endings to make up for it.
Kinn watched as Porsche’s perfect round buttocks parted around Kinn’s hand, and thought about Porsche wanting this, practicing this, keeping it back until he felt ready. Until he could just come out and ask for it and know they could do it that very day.
He thought about Porsche coming to him to ask about Tay’s cock. Because Kinn’s was currently out of commission.
He thought about what an alpha looked like, lying on his stomach like this, at the mercy of two omegas. The opposite of the violence Tawan had wanted, the reverse from everything Kinn felt haunted by.
Porsche was giving them this, but also giving it to himself.
If Kinn was still messed up about that fucking basement Porsche couldn’t be unaffected. He seemed fine, bounced back like nothing had ever happened. But this… it couldn’t just be a coincidence. Kinn pushed his fingers in and out, watched Porsche writhe and moan, and wondered if this was part of Porsche’s healing.
When they switched places and Tay was between Porsche’s thighs, he got Porsche to lie on his back. Porsche opened his legs and let Tay see his face, wrapped his legs around Tay’s hips and rubbed his ass against Tay’s cock until Tay finally pushed inside.
They both looked like they were seconds away from coming, though Porsche’s cock was only half-hard. He hadn’t touched himself while Kinn had fingered him. Maybe he was waiting for one of them to take the initiative.
“Does this feel good?” Tay asked, leaning down to kiss him, voice hesitant and unsure. There were so few things left that Tay had done with Time and had never done with the two of them, Kinn could practically hear the change in his voice when he stumbled on one of those memory mines.
“So good, baby,” Porsche moaned, and then looked in Kinn’s direction, his hand reaching out. “I want something in my mouth. Your other hand? Or let me suck on your chest? Or something?”
He sounded breathless and desperate, and Kinn obliged by giving him the fingers of his other hand, not covered in lube, and pushing two of them deep enough that Porsche would feel it in the back of his mouth. They weren’t thick enough to obstruct his breathing, just to ground him and slow him down a little.
Tay came a minute later, looking utterly wrecked, and Porsche laughed, moaned and kissed him. Kinn put his fingers back over Porsche’s hole, felt the sloppy wetness, rubbed it into Porsche’s rim, and Porsche came, squirming, swearing, with Tay’s mouth around his cock.
Kinn hadn’t had an orgasm, but he fell asleep so soundly after all that, no dreams, violent or otherwise, woke him.
*
“Thank you,” Porsche said, barely a whisper against Kinn’s chest, in the morning. It was barely light out, and Kinn was barely awake, but Porsche had a test to get to.
“For what?” Kinn mumbled, confused about what Porsche meant. The sex had definitely been equally fun for all involved.
“For going,” Porsche whispered back. “For not giving up on it. Trust me, I spent like six months in therapy every day as a kid, I remember how much it sucks. But you’re doing it, and it just…” His voice hitched. “I’m really happy you’re going.”
It was too early to see these emotions play out on Porsche’s face. It made Kinn feel like his insides were being liquified by Porsche’s warmth, his kindness. His vulnerability.
He hadn’t known Porsche had spent months in therapy as a kid, though it made sense.
Which reminded him of the conversation he’d had with Kim.
The technology set up in the apartment was obviously different than it was back home - for one thing it was harder for Chan to snoop over everything - but Kinn had made sure to bring his personal tablet.
He kissed Porsche’s hair before Porsche got up from the bed. “Listen, when you get back today, I’ll be gone,” Kinn said, because he had meetings all day. “But there’s something you should look at on my tablet. It’s in a folder labeled Kittisawat.”
Porsche looked confused. “Is it… a surprise?”
“For both of us,” Kinn sighed. “It’s just… something Kim wants me to see. But it’s about you, so you should see it first.” That was their new policy. Nothing about Porsche without Porsche.
“OK,” Porsche nodded. “I’ll probably have lunch with Jom. After I come back.”
Kinn nodded, and Porsche pressed a final kiss to Kinn’s messy hair and turned towards the bathroom. Kinn watched him go, heard the shower turn on, and turned to cuddle closer to Tay, who ordinarily couldn’t be woken up without a full marching band or a bucket of ice water.
The next time Kinn opened his eyes it was really morning, and he couldn't lazy around in bed anymore.
As he sat up, planting his feet on the soft rug, he felt ready for the day.