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Porsche gazed almost despondently at the other occupant inside of the hospital room as the only sound that he heard was the thumping of his heart against his ribcage, betraying his own nervousness and twinge of sadness from the very possibility that Kinn may never wake up from his injuries and the machines currently hooked to his boss who laid comatose on the hospital bed that felt like a cloud.
He sat on the couch in the room, knees to his chest, arms wrapped securely around his long legs as he processed what the doctor had just mentioned to him about Kinn’s diagnosis.
“Khun Kinn may or may not wake up from this coma. He sustained a lot of blood loss by the time he arrived at the hospital. And if he wakes up … he may suffer from amnesia.”
Amnesia. The doctor might as well have grabbed the scalpel and stabbed Porsche’s heart. It might have hurt less if that were possible.
What was this sense of grief that threatened to overwhelm his senses? Kinn was alive. Kinn was laying there in front of him, relatively in one piece, and breathing. Porsche’s arms tightened their grip around his legs like a safety net as he knew what his true grief was related to, Kinn’s loss of memory. The pair of them found some sort of understanding and a fragile love that was as delicate as a lotus flower freshly bloomed between them. It was covered with mud and dirt from their past transgressions, anger and distrust; however, through adversity and seeking solace together, their love decided to peek through and Porsche had been excited to understand its complexities further with Kinn. At least Porsche thought so from the way Kinn told him to run away, to save himself, that he liked when Porsche was happy.
It gave Porsche, a novice at love, a glimpse of that selfless adoration.
But if Kinn had amnesia … and forgot about him … would that jeopardize everything that happened in the forest?
“Porsche. What’re you doing sitting in here on your own? I thought you went to eat?” Arm whispered to his friend hurriedly as he opened the door to check in on his boss at his other boss’ insistence. The last thing he expected was to see Porsche seated on the couch like a lost child, eyes glazed over and unresponsive to anything around him. His lips turned into a frown as he closed the sliding door behind him as he tiptoed over to sit next to Porsche. “Porsche?”
Jolted out of his thoughts, Porsche turned his head slowly to look at the newcomer without emotion in his eyes yet he smiled slightly, “Arm.”
“When you were asking for Khun Kinn earlier, I honestly didn’t expect you to be in here, much less staying cooped up in here? You came by two hours ago. Have you eaten?”
“Where else would I be, Arm?” Porsche dropped his chin atop his bent knees. His body hunched over in an attempt to hide away. Why hadn’t he just ran when he had the chance? Why did he turn around and look for Kinn after he’d been given the opportunity at freedom? The answer came in the betrayal thump in his heart: he loved Kinn.
It came inconveniently and too late. His nose wrinkled.
“Porsche. You’re still healing yourself and if you don’t eat and die, I’ll get double scolded.” Arm poked his friend’s temple.
“Why double scolded?” Porsche’s brow rose.
Arm tacked off the two, “Once from Khun Tankhun about letting you die on his watch, twice from Big who wants to get a swing at you first before letting you die. You know. Two different conundrums. Please don’t make it difficult for me.”
Porsche snorted at his friend, grateful to Arm’s attempt at humor and to alleviate him, “I’m just an idiot, Arm.”
“You’re going to need to be specific, Porsche.”
Flipping Arm off, Porsche unfolded himself in order to lean his head back against the back of the couch to stare at the ceiling now, “Kinn and I. Well it might not matter anymore but basically I’m a little slow when it comes to these kinds of things.”
“If you’re speaking in code, you’re going to have to help me Porsche because I’m not understanding.”
“I think… I think I love him, Arm,” Porsche threw both his hands to cover his eyes and groan out.
In doing so, he didn’t notice that Kinn stirred on the bed or that the heart monitor made an extra ‘beep’ noise or two, he was too busy wallowing in self pity.
“I can’t though, right?! It’s impossible?!” Porsche was frazzled to the possibility of their relationship being discovered and the entire compound forcing them apart. Would it be worth the risk if Kinn didn’t even remember to love him back? He hated the uncertainty.
Arm crossed his arms, “There isn’t a rule that specifically prohibits a bodyguard and his boss from being in a relationship if that’s what you’re worried about Porsche?”
“I’m not talking about any boss, Arm. I’m talking about Kinn! He’s a mafia boss and isn’t the easiest man to love and--” Porsche shouted and felt a hand cover his mouth as he glared at Arm. “Mmm!”
“Ssssh! If you’re trying to be subtle and keep this a secret, you’re not doing a good job Porsche,” The other bodyguard sighed heavily. His friend was endearing but also enduring at times. Porsche always managed to break a lot of rules and expectations around everyone in the compound, Arm wasn’t excluded from that. His hand dropped to point a finger at Porsche. “Don’t be so loud.”
Porsche rolled his eyes as he pointed to Kinn, “He’s been in this state for a whole damn day. The doctor said it might be permanent or he might get amnesia. What am I supposed to do with that? He’ll forget about what happened in the forest…he’ll … he’ll forget about me.”
Arm sympathized for a moment as he patted Porsche’s shoulder, “You’re very unforgettable Porsche. I doubt that he forgot you. You’re worrying for nothing.”
“I haven’t been the best to him either. I’m a fucking brat and I’ve been insubordinate. Why would I delude myself into thinking that he wants me?” Porsche pointed to himself. “He has a ton of bimbos on standby waiting for his call to fuck. I’ve seen it!”
Arm’s hands went to clap onto Porsche’s shoulders firmly, squeezed, and stared with a deadpan expression, “Calm down. You’re literally spiraling over something you’re not sure of.” His eyes lingered over to Kinn on the bed who hadn’t moved then back to Porsche. “If he forgot you, then make yourself memorable again.”
“How do you propose I do that, Arm?”
“You should be attentive to him more than as a bodyguard, Porsche.”
“Like … one on one care?” Porsche’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not the best candidate for that job. I’m shit at patching myself up and I can’t cook and I almost burned the compound down my second day--”
Arm held up a hand, “I won’t let you drown on your own Porsche. We can have the staff prepare the food, I’ll make sure you keep up your training and not slack off so Big won’t kill you. As for tending to him. I’ll leave that to you Porsche. The more you make your presence known to him and show him you care, he’ll remember you and you two can pick up where you both left off. Simple!” He smiled lightly. “You’ve taken care of your brother right?”
Porsche flicked Arm’s forehead, “Kinn and my brother are not even CLOSE on how I would give them a sponge bath, Arm.”
A small sound like choking came from the bed and Porsche was immediately on his feet before Arm could process. Porsche ran to Kinn’s side, his hands hovered as he debated to touch the dozing man and moved one hand to Kinn’s forehead to push back the long hair as the other patted the man’s chest, “I’m here.” He saw the monitor calmed on the screen and sighed in relief. “He’s going to die on air at this point.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more dramatic response,” Arm looked affectionately amused of Porsche’s surprisingly innocent response to Kinn’s care. He went to grab his friend to tug gently. “Come on. Let’s get you fed and then you can come back and stare all goo-goo eyed at him.”
It was Porsche’s turn to let out a strangled sound in disbelief as Arm herded him out of Kinn’s hospital room, closed the sliding door behind them, and left Kinn alone.
After a few moments of silence, a pair of eyelids fluttered open as Kinn stared up at the ceiling. He processed a lot of the word vomit that spewed out of Porsche’s own mouth, and the smile on his cracked lips hurt from the dryness yet felt like he won the lottery with Porsche’s tentative ‘love’ for him. The prospect that even amnesia couldn’t keep them apart and having personal 24/7 care from Porsche himself only tickled him.
“Oh Porsche … you shouldn’t have given a man like me your heart and ammunition for me to tease you …” Kinn hummed to himself.
Kinn knew he was diabolical enough to tease Porsche with being pampered day and night by his bodyguard who was as coarse as a jagged rock yet as adorable as a kitten. He peeked over to the monitor for his pulse as he patted his own heart. “He can’t make a confession like that and not expect me to tangle him into my web.”
*~*~*
“You are … Porsche you said. Like the car?” Kinn spoke slowly to the bodyguard presented to him by his brother.
He had been discharged by the hospital after waking up; however, he selectively forgot some people and Porsche was one of them. He felt a little bad at seeing Porsche’s expression shadow over with a hint of despair but it made his own heart flutter because it meant that Porsche really did love him. Kinn was burned by love before to the point he thought it’d disappear forever and he’d end up a miserable, lonely miser for the rest of his life but Porsche definitely had a way of being memorable. Arm was right about that.
Kinn was set up in his suites, his brother fussing over him and making sure he was tended to as his father swept by to give a glance over before continuing his trek around the house like the creeper he was sometimes.
“...Yes. Like the car.”
Kinn’s gaze returned to Porsche’s calmly, tilted his head to the side and clapped his hands lightly, “If I call you anything else by accident, do forgive me.”
“Of course I will Ki--Khun Kinn.” Porsche resisted the urge to pout as he saw that Kinn’s eyes barely looked into Porsche’s when he spoke and that made his energy deflate slightly. “I’m your primary bodyguard.”
“With great reluctance on my part Khun Kinn,” Big interjected. He ignored Porsche and Tankhun’s glares at him.
Tankhun clicked his tongue as he danced over to Kinn’s bedside, sifted his fingers through the soft hair and pointed to Big angrily, “Leave if you’re going to be obnoxious.”
Big’s eyes went wide, “But--Khun Tankhun I am the head of security.”
“Then do your job and stop bothering Kinn,” Tankhun pointed to the door. “Out.”
Porsche smirked to Big who stomped out of the room which was now only Kinn, himself, Tankhun, and Arm who was Tankhun’s primary bodyguard.
“Porsche. I don’t trust anyone after Kinn was shot in the forest. Until we know who was behind the attack, you’ll stay with him 24/7. I want you to stay in the living room for close access to him.” Tankhun nodded firmly. “Any visitors except family and the guards will be vetted by you personally and you’ll give me any updates about Kinn’s needs.” He looked at Porsche directly as he spoke. “Okay?”
Kinn looked innocently to his older brother, “24/7 care. I wouldn’t want to trouble Porsche if he has other duties to do.”
“Nonsense! You’re the most important person in this family,” The eldest spoke as if that were the most obvious answer. “Without you, our whole foundation breaks apart!”
“Okay, okay. Calm down Khun. I’m not dying,” Kinn reassured his brother with a tired grin. He appreciated his brother’s fussing and antics; however, he truthfully wanted to be left alone with Porsche and feel out the guard’s feelings once again and see, under the guise of ‘amnesia’ , if Porsche would confess to him directly again. “It’s getting late. Don’t you have a drama to watch?”
“You have slight amnesia but you don’t forget how to annoy me you punk,” Tankhun bumped his fist gently against Kinn’s head before getting to his feet, whistled for Arm and trailed out of Kinn’s suites with a contented sigh to have order back in the house with Kinn around.
Kinn glanced over to Porsche calmly, allowing his gaze to travel the length of the beautiful man who managed to make Kinn’s heart race faster than a Maserati. He cleared his throat to get Porsche’s attention and offered a small grin, “I’m glad to be discharged but I need a shower. Hospitals always made me feel gross. Will you help me, Ferrari?”
“It’s Porsche and yes, Khun Kinn. I’m here to help you.” Porsche already felt a sense of dread of having to bathe Kinn, especially in this mental state because seeing the man naked would definitely frazzle his nerves further given their relationship before the forest incident. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “I’ll … I’ll go and prepare your bath, Khun Kinn, then I’ll be back to assist you.”
Kinn shook his head as he stood up on his own from the bed. He waved for Porsche to come closer to him and wrapped his arm around Porsche’s waist. Ignoring the look of surprise on Porsche’s face, Kinn pointed to the bathroom, “Lead on.”
Porsche blinked slowly as if trying to process. Wasn’t he supposed to put his arm around Kinn’s waist and Kinn’s arm around his shoulder to be braced and assisted? His brow rose but he shrugged as he placed his arm around Kinn’s waist, both stood side by side and they awkwardly walked to the bathroom in that stance. Once inside, Porsche moved to set the bath together as he stared at the reflection of the mirror as Kinn stood by as if awaiting something, “What is it?”
“I need help undressing. I’ll agitate the wound otherwise.” Kinn mused lightly.
After confirming the water wasn’t scalding or would hurt Kinn, Porsche straightened out as his hands hovered over Kinn’s body a moment before he pushed forward to undo the buttons of the man’s shirt. One by one, he plucked each one from the hole until it opened to Kinn’s milky torso that Porsche was tempted to bite if only to have a small imperfection to the chiseled pectorals. He pushed the shirt off of Kinn’s shoulders as he peeked to the wound in front of him. His heart ached at the memory of Kinn putting himself between Porsche and the last assailant’s gun to take a bullet for him. Porsche’s fingertips traced the bandaged stitches gently, “Does it hurt?”
Kinn did his best to not react or shift from his stance as Porsche removed his shirt. He paused at the question and shook his head, “I don’t remember what happened but no, it doesn’t hurt.” A confirmation and he desperately wanted to cover Porsche’s hand with his own to give assurances he was alive; however, it’d break his character.
“I see. I’m glad Khun Kinn. You’re very resilient.” Porsche admired as his fingers went to pull at the strings of Kinn’s sweatpants that he’d been shuffled into at the hospital before he crouched to help Kinn out of them. “Leg up. Okay now the other.” When both legs were freed, Porsche looked directly in front of him to see Kinn’s package outlined in the tight boxer shorts and swallowed dryly. He remembered the feel and sensations of that thickness inside of his body, how it ignited every single thread inside of Porsche in order to break him free of his inhibitions and let loose. Porsche blinked as he stood straight up, almost headbutting Kinn in the chin in doing so, before he caught onto the man’s shoulders. “You…you do the rest.” He stepped back to gather the discarded clothes to go and bring to the laundry outside.
Kinn smirked at Porsche’s sudden shy nature before he removed his boxers, stepped into the bath, and spared his love that small modesty.
Closing his eyes to the feeling of warm water relaxing his muscles, Kinn did his best to not jump out of his skin when he felt hands work a sponge over his appendages gently and he sighed, “This is very nice, Ducati. Very nice indeed.”
“It’s Porsche. At least pick a car brand you jerk…” Porsche mumbled under his breath in minor annoyance.
Kinn turned his head to Porsche, “What was that?”
“Nothing sir. Nothing at all,” Porsche sighed heavily as he continued to wash the man’s skin slowly and rinsed like nothing. The guard moved to Kinn’s hair next. “Close your eyes. I don’t want you to get soap in them.” He chided as he tried his best to picture when he did this for Porchay and not the first man he’d ever been intimate with. “What do you remember?”
“Hmm?” Kinn kept his eyes closed, lulled into a stupor by Porsche’s long fingers plucking at his strands to shampoo them and massage his scalp at the same time. “What are you talking about?”
“You said you don’t remember being shot. What … what do you remember?”
Kinn popped his lips, “I remember a truck. I remember Big falling off a motorcycle.” He hummed in thought as his hair was rinsed off. “I remember you--”
“You remember me?!” Porsche perked up immediately.
“I remember you saying something about us being together for a few days but I assumed it’s because you’re my loyal bodyguard right?” Kinn commented. He felt Porsche still his movements and glanced over his shoulder. “Am I wrong?”
“No. I suppose you’re not wrong…” Porsche made sure to get all the shampoo from Kinn’s hair as he gently went to massage the man’s shoulders as if in thought. “I’m idiotically loyal.”
“Huh?”
Porsche shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing sir. Ignore me.” He got up to head to grab a towel to help dry Kinn’s hair as he sighed. “I’ll leave you to relax for a moment sir. I need to make sure you have food to take with your medicine.” Porsche bowed as he left before Kinn could say anything else.
Kinn watched him go with a shake of his head, “He’s so fucking adorable. Why does he make teasing him difficult?” He sighed contently. “The head rubs and massages I can live with forever.”
The mafia kingpin decided that he was going to take a bit of leeway to this situation if only to goad Porsche to be honest with him. He just hoped that Porsche wouldn’t turn around and hate him at the end of his charade.
*~*~*
Two weeks and Porsche was diligent in Kinn’s care. He tended to the man day, afternoon, and night. From baths, massages, bandage changes, and physical therapy for Kinn’s shoulder, Porsche made sure he was a part of everything on top of his training that he went to. Not because Big was imposing but because Porsche was going insane with how nonchalant Kinn was, not bringing up ONCE what happened in the forest and seemed to be trolling him now with his calm demeanor.
Kinn treated him like anyone else that came into the room: Arm, Pol, Big, Chan. Just a guard. It made him want to claw the wall in frustration.
Porsche was as patient as can be and tried to throw scenarios at Kinn to stimulate the man’s memory in a way that would lead to the conversation they desperately needed to have. Desperately because it was for Porsche’s sanity. If Kinn forgot about him and didn’t love him, Porsche needed to know in order to be free of the weight of the unknown.
It was making him batty.
Now that they were seated on Kinn’s couch, watching a lakorn on the television with a popcorn bucket between them and waiting for the drama to end before tucking into bed, Porsche heard something come out of Kinn’s lips that made Porsche choke on a kernel.
“They didn’t sharpen the stick for fishing. They won’t catch anything at this rate.” Kinn commented as he popped more kernels into his mouth. When he heard Porsche choking, Kinn turned to smack the other’s back lightly, “Hey, hey. Take it easy.”
“What did you just say?” Porsche forgot the formalities between them immediately. “Sharpen the stick for fishing?”
Kinn blinked slowly. He went back to the television where a duo was trying to stab a stick into a body of water but hadn’t sharpened it and were unable to get fish. He went back to look at Porsche who looked incredulously at him, “Um.”
“Do you remember when I showed you how to sharpen the stick, Kinn?” Porsche questioned eerily calm as he turned to face the man directly. “As far as I’m aware from the stories your brother has mentioned to the guards and that’s circulated, you were never taught how to fish as it was considered a normal person activity.”
Swallowing the bit in his mouth, Kinn grabbed another handful as he tried to turn back to watch the show, ignoring Porsche’s pointed look, “I just thought it was obvious that stabbing something required the item to be sharp.”
“I can’t believe this…” Porsche pointed to Kinn with a wild look in his eyes. “Have you been faking me out this entire time Kinn?”
“What are you talking about Porsche?” Kinn winced. He had been saying Porsche’s name incorrectly the entire time and thinking back on it, it was probably in poor taste overall. He risked looking at Porsche and rolled his tongue into his cheek. “Porsche. I…”
“I can’t fucking believe you!” The younger of the two stood up immediately, knocking over the popcorn on the floor as he flailed his arms and growled. “You’ve been faking amnesia for what exactly? To mess with me? What an asshole!” Porsche tried to ignore the sting in his heart at the betrayal as well as the sign of tears that threatened to drip from the corners of his eyes. He lifted his fist as if to punch Kinn but dropped it as he let out a yell of anger, “Ugh! Of all the low things to do Kinn, that was the lowest! Fuck you. I hope you choke on the popcorn. I’m out of here.” He swiveled on his heel to stomp out of the room that had been his comfortable space too for the past couple of weeks, even sleeping on the couch and eventually in the bed with Kinn’s coaxing and nagging to be protected in his sleep.
Kinn fumbled and tripped over the popcorn bowl in his effort to chase after Porsche, wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist to pin bracket him to the door of his bedroom as he shook his head, “No baby, I wasn’t messing with you.”
“Who the fuck are you calling baby right now?!” Porsche was a touch hysterical and wrestled with Kinn against the door until he managed to turn around. He glared directly into Kinn’s eyes, reflecting the hurt and confusion behind them as his hands went to the man’s chest to push against the bare skin. The fact Kinn sometimes slept shirtless also tormented Porsche’s soul to no end and only allowed him to also see Kinn’s injury to renew his guilt. “Let me go Kinn.”
“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry,” Kinn pleaded with Porsche as he kept his arms around the other’s waist, afraid Porsche would evaporate if his grip wasn’t tight as a rope on a ship’s mast. “Please listen to me.”
“Why should I?! You’ve been lying and just pretending to have amnesia. Do you know how scared and freaked out I’ve been this whole time? No. Because my feelings are just a big joke to you!” Porsche didn’t push at Kinn. He wanted this man to listen to him now. “I’m just a joke aren’t I? For loving a man like you…” His eyes shimmered with tears in them. One fell down his face unexpectedly and he bit his lower lip to keep it from quivering with his pride on the line.
Kinn’s facade immediately dropped as he just squeezed Porsche against him. He buried his face into the other’s hair as he whispered a mantra of apologies, “I’m sorry, Porsche. I’m truly sorry. I’m an idiot and an asshole for hurting you. I just can’t seem to stop can I?” Kinn swallowed down his own emotions a moment as he leaned back to stare into Porsche’s eyes. “I’ve been hurt, pretty badly, by someone I loved before.” His shoulders sagged as one hand pulled away from Porsche’s waist to cup the soft tanned cheek in his palm. His thumb brushed Porsche’s tears away with a saddened expression. “I was afraid to admit that I was in love again. That our time in the forest was a figment of my desperate imagination.”
Porsche didn’t move but didn’t respond.
“You’re not a joke and you’re not an idiot Porsche,” Kinn sighed. “It was in poor taste to tease you into taking care of me for two weeks but it was the only way I can think of having you close to me without anyone suspecting and coaxing you to tell me that you loved me on your own. That hospital confession was a little weak and you told it to Arm first.”
“You heard our conversation too?” Porsche scoffed. “Of course you did. Right from the beginning. You’re just a liar.”
“I’m a liar but I’m not lying about my love for you Porsche,” Kinn pressed his forehead to Porsche’s as he exhaled, “I love you so much I’d take a bullet for you. I’d kill for you. I’d do anything for you.”
“Except to be honest apparently…”
Kinn knew he deserved that and opened his eyes that unconsciously fell closed to look into Porsche’s seriously, “I was selfish to want your attention all to myself for two weeks. Taking care of me, being with me, attentive to only me.” His shoulders were sagged in defeat. “I didn’t want to let that go. I was afraid you’d wake up yourself and decide that you didn’t love me.”
“I don’t take care of just anyone Kinn. Be fucking serious.”
“I’m used to people being uncertain about me. It made me believe I was unlovable,” Kinn nodded as he continued, “I look into your eyes and I see that sincerity. That genuine gentleness. I was afraid of breaking the spell once I got too deeply into it. I admit it was the worst thing to do but admit it was my own insecurities that brought about that urge to tease you this way. I’m so so sorry.”
Porsche listened to Kinn as he spoke. He could tell from the man’s posture and demeanor that he was being sincere in his apology because Kinn Theerapayankul never apologized to anyone for anything. Yet the man was groveling and trying to keep him from running off. “If I say that I no longer love you because of this shit?”
“I’ll…I’ll work hard to earn back your love,” Kinn’s eyes were firm in their resolve. “Even if it takes me months or years.”
“Who says I’ll be here that long to allow you to do that Kinn?” Porsche admittedly felt relief that Kinn actually remembered him and especially that he loved him. A love that scared both of them it seemed and he supposed he couldn’t fault Kinn too much about the two weeks of being attached together. Porsche enjoyed taking care of the man who was annoying as fuck but also the love of his life. He saw Kinn’s terrified expression and that was enough to placate Porsche’s heart.
Lifting a hand to sift into Kinn’s hair, tangled in the dark locks, Porsche pulled Kinn’s head into a firm and heated kiss, both just fighting to yield to one another before Kinn opened his mouth to Porsche’s tasting. Both tangled and dueled, pouring their hearts into that one kiss, and Porsche pulled back to stare at Kinn’s dilated eyes.
“Porsche?”
“Never do something like that again. I’ll leave the compound and country.” Porsche threatened as he saw Kinn nod, as best he could with Porsche holding onto his hair, and the younger hummed. “Good.”
Kinn sighed in relief at Porsche no longer trying to run off. His hands went to settle back onto the lithe waist as he pulled Porsche away from the door and against his body to breathe in his lover. “I love you.”
“Mmm. I’ll have to think about it now.”
“I’ll love you every day that you’ll be sick of me and still be unable to run away.” Kinn mumbled as he nipped at Porsche’s lips. “Let me take care of you for the next two weeks. What do you say?”
Porsche’s brow rose, “How do you expect to get away with that?”
Kinn beamed firmly, “How else? To forget Tankhun’s name and call him Sebastian or Elizabeth for two weeks?” He saw amusement twinkle in Porsche’s eyes again. His heart alleviated that it was all revealed now. Kinn could walk this tentative road with Porsche, hand in hand, together. “What do you say?”
“Ducati says that it sounds like a fine plan Khun Kinn. As long as the two weeks include bathtime, television, a date outside of this stuffy place, and of course sex,” Porsche smirked at the last part as he could feel Kinn already shifting to adjust himself. “We haven't had sex for two weeks since we’ve returned.”
“Can I dare … to dream?!” Kinn said with a pleasantly surprised tone.
Porsche laughed as he wrapped his arms around Kinn’s neck, “I think you can handle it. Kimberly.”
Kinn laughed himself as his hands went to nestle to the backs of Porsche’s thighs, coaxing them up to wrap around his waist to show he was indeed very healthy, strong, and ready to go. “Time to see how hard I can ride my Maserati.” He carried Porsche back towards the bed as the younger hung on and chuckled at his antics.
Their dynamics changed and their love precarious at times; however, Kinn knew that he’d fight for this love as would Porsche.
-The End-