"The smallest gesture—
His glance, his sigh—
reaches farther than the distance between us."
—Nil
Kao leaned under the cold spray, eyes closed, lean muscles trembling as water traced every ridge of his body. Droplets raced across his taut chest, down sharp abs, over the curve of his hips, drenching the thick heat straining between his thighs.
Thoughts of Nil's—lips, hands, moans—set fire to him. His jaw clenched, voice husky, lips parting.
"Nil..."
One large hand braced against the tile, the other gliding down over his stomach, closing around the throbbing aroused thick meat,
"Can't stop thinking..."
"O... of you..."
Kao's Hand wrapped tight around his thick, hard dick, veins prominent under his pale, damp skin, pulsing with each heartbeat. 'Slick...' he hissed, lips parted, throat tight, breath stuttering as water streamed down sharp ridges and over the rigid cock.
Remembering Nil's soft whisper—
"Husband"—
Kao's grip tightened around his cock merciless, slow at first—fingers rolling the foreskin over the tip, pulling, gliding, precise. Eyes closed, jaw clenched. He wanted to claim, to dominate, to fulfill his role as 'Nil's husband'—until he was spent, until every ache, every tremor, every moan belonged only to him.
Water splashing, veins standing proud, cock straining under his fingers. Foreskin rolled roughly over the tip, each stroke deliberate, claiming.
'Gulp...'
"Want you... badly..." Words broke from him, ragged with need.
Muscles in his abdomen tightened, veins rising along his arms as his body flexed under the strain, chest heaving. Hips pressed forward, thrusting slightly into his grip.
"Gluh..." His cock jerked in his fist, heavy, swollen.
"Hngh...why is this so...difficult?" His fingers squeezed harder around his cock, shoulders coiling. Wrist rolling, foreskin sliding over the tip, forearm flexing with effort,
"Uhh...ngh..."
"I ache...for you." he murmured.
Water traced down his thick thighs as hips pressed forward. A low, guttural growl tore from his throat, "Hngh...ahh..." His strokes grew faster, harsher, hand slick and gliding,
'Thud...slick...'
Fingers teased the head, rolling it, glistening with wetness. Hips bucked forward, cock swelling, ragged gasps spilling from parted lips,
"Uhh...Hnn...Ahh..."
Nil sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hands fidgeting in his lap, eyes fixed somewhere beyond the windshield. Than's grip on the steering wheel was relaxed, yet his gaze occasionally flicked to Nil, calm and steady.
"It's fine," Than said, voice lazy, yet firm. "Don't feel guilty."
Nil's eyes lifted, dull. "...."
Than shifted slightly, one arm brushing the seatback. "If I were in your place..."
"I might have done the same."
Nil's lips parted, hesitant. "I thought... you might think I was taking advantage of him."
Than chuckled softly, a lazy curve of his lips. "Impossible."
"No one can take advantage of Kao sir," he added firmly. Nil listened in silence, the tension in his chest easing slightly.
"Still," Than continued, "he may not recognize me, but I'm his biggest fan. I know him, his music, his presence... the way he carries himself."
He glanced at Nil, eyes softer now, "And as a friend... I know you"
"You're not the type to use someone for your own gain."
Nil exhaled, relief washing over him. "Thank you..."
Than's smirk returned, teasing. "But 'thanks' won't be enough." He tapped the wheel lightly. "I expect a treat. After all, you are 'Kao Neptune's' boyfriend now."
Nil's lips curved in a small, resigned smile. "I will."
Kao stepped from the shower, damp hair tucked under a white towel, plain white shirt clinging lightly to his lean frame. A slow, measured sigh escaped him as he approached the dining table. Stainless steel domes gleamed under the soft morning light, covered the breakfast Nil had prepared.
Kao lifted one, curiosity sparking in his eyes. A small folded note lay atop the food. He picked it up, unfolding carefully,
'Don't skip breakfast. I worked hard.
Love you, Stranger.'
A tiny heart curled in the lower corner. Kao's chest loosened, his lips curving into a rare, unrestrained smile. The light in his eyes deepened,
"Love you too..." he murmured softly, voice husky.
Kao sat behind the wheel, calm and precise, hair neatly in place, cold eyes scanning the road. The hum of the engine barely touched the edges of his thoughts—until Achara's call broke through.
"Have you done what I asked you to do?" her voice sharp, teasing.
Kao tilted his head, genuinely puzzled. "Do what?"
"Oh, brother," Achara's tone dripped mock exasperation,
"you forgot again! I asked you to invite P. Nil for dinner tonight."
A flicker of realization crossed Kao's features. "Ah... right. I... forgot. Sorry. But don't worry—I'll bring him."
Her insistence left no room for argument. "P. Nil must come."
'"Otherwise, I won't speak to you for a month." And with that, the line went dead.
Kao exhaled softly, running a hand through his hair. "But... Achara..." he murmured, unheard.
Nil was unreachable—engrossed in shooting. Kao's gaze sharpened. The studio isn't far. I'll go myself.
The studio felt taut, camera lenses trained on them. Kim's voice echoed softly, "Alright, take two," but Nil barely heard it, nerves twisting his stomach. Than leaned closer, calm and deliberate, eyes meeting Nil's.
"Nil," he murmured, low and steady, "I understand... the first time is always awkward. I've been there. But remember—this isn't me you're kissing."
"Think of who you love. Imagine it's P. Kao."
Nil's throat tightened. "...Let's try," he whispered, as Kim watched from behind the monitor.
Nil's eyelids fell, soft and trembling, and in that fragile darkness, Kao's lips replaced Than's in his mind. The warmth, the brush of breath, the quiet insistence—it all belonged to Kao.
Kao's gaze fell directly upon the set.
The sight before him—Nil pressed against Than, his figure bent low, lips brushing again and again in a feigned passion—struck him like a blade to the chest.
It was nothing more than an act. A role. A demand of the script. He knew this. Yet the knowledge did nothing to dull the sting. Each kiss that landed was like salt ground into a wound, twisting his heart in a way he could neither control nor bear.
The phone in his hand trembled, his long fingers tightening until the frame bent beneath his grip. His jaw clenched, breath caught between teeth.
Even if it was only performance, watching Nil surrender his lips to someone else—even for a professional reasons—was enough to ignite a fury that burned bright behind his eyes, drowning reason in waves of possessive anger.
From the corner, Director Kim, sharp and experienced,
"Alright," he said firmly, voice slicing through the tension. "The scene is done."
Nil's eyes opened slowly, and the sight that met him stole the warmth from his chest. Kao stood near the doorway, tall, composed, yet every inch of him radiated a simmering storm. His gaze fixed solely on Nil—no tenderness, only sharp.
A crew member, whispering to Director Kim, muttered, "Kao sir... he's standing there."
Kim turned, attempting to draw Kao into a discussion about music placement, his voice polite. But Kao's attention refused to be drawn elsewhere. His eyes remained locked on Nil, unblinking,
Finally, Kao's lips pressed into a line, voice low and clipped, "Next time..."
Without another glance, he pivoted and left the studio. Nil's chest tightened, he asked permission softly, and followed.
As Kao approached his car, the tension snapped taut. Nil's voice broke desperate:
"Stranger..."
"Strangerr....stan...!"
But Kao's stride did not falter, each step precise, controlled. But finally Nil, closing the distance, his fingers gripping Kao's wrist,
"Strangerrr... where are you going?" His voice hoarse, edged with worry.
Kao's eyes stayed straight ahead, voice clipped,
"Just... busy."
A slow exhale, and Nil's gaze softened, understanding blooming amidst the tension. "See... I know you're angry because I kissed Than, right?"
Kao's hand loosened fractionally, relief flickering across his taut features. "You could have denied the scene," he murmured, tone edged with exasperation.
Nil's shoulders slumped, helplessness pulling at him. "I can't... be unprofessional."
Kao's jaw eased. "Okay. Fine."
"Whatever you have to do, just do it. I'm getting late—leave my hand." His words were cold, clipped, final.
Nil's grip lingered, fingers still pressing,
"It was a script demand. And we—both belong to the same industry. You have to understand that not everything can be denied. For me, it matters... I'm new, not even a native Thai. Try to understand my difficulties."
A rare pause, and Kao's shoulders softened, "Sorry," he said quietly.
Nil exhaled. Kao's voice hardened again,
"I... might have overreacted."
A few shutters clicked in the distance, their fleeting flashes unnoticed by the two of them.
Kao's sharp eyes, however, caught the stir—studio staff bustling, a cluster of people lingering too close, some wielding large lights. His hand lightly pressed on Nil's shoulder.
"Sit inside the car," he murmured, guiding him gently. They slipped into the car.
Nil fidgeted slightly, curiosity tugging at him. "By the way... why did you come here? Is it important?"
Kao's gaze softened, recalling his purpose,
"I came to invite you for dinner at my house. Achara wants to meet you personally, and I promised her I would bring you today."
Nil's lips curved, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flickering across his features. "Yeah... I want to meet your family, too."
"But...isn't it too hurry..."
"I feel a little... awkward."
"Can't I meet them later?" he added, voice low, hesitant.
"I just... I don't know how I'll face them," he admitted, tension knotting in his chest.
Kao reached out, a single finger brushing against Nil's lips, stilling him. "I will be by your side," he murmured, a quiet certainty in his tone. "I understand... but you have to come at eight. I promise, I won't let you feel uncomfortable."
Nil's shoulders eased, a soft smile breaking across his face. "Okay..."
He glanced at his watch, panic brushing at the edges. "Oh god... I'm getting late."
Kao's expression remained calm, almost grounded. "Mn..."
"Go,"