Teeradon stood prominently at the bow of a mid-sized white yacht, binoculars pressed to his eyes as he conducted his 'reconnaissance' of the computer company employees with keen interest. He'd been scanning through the lenses for over ten minutes, but there was no sign of the "cute-faced monkey" he'd bribed his secretary with hotel money as "hush money" to track down which hotel the Network Solutions staff were staying at.
Growing impatient, Teeradon called his scheming secretary, who was currently lounging poolside at a luxury resort.
"Trust me, boss. I stake my head as collateral—if Wittawin doesn't show up, you can drag me out by the neck and dump me in front of the hotel. This job will definitely be worth every baht you spent on your brilliant secretary's accommodation." Toey's voice brimmed with confidence.
"My bloodthirsty secretary would charge a fee even for helping his boss taste the real heaven."
"Is that really all you're thinking? Just chew and spit out? Really?"
"Depends on how much I like the taste," Teeradon shrugged. "If I like it, I'll chew long and often. If not, then I'll have to—"
"I shouldn't have helped you at all," the secretary interjected before his boss could finish.
"But you did help before. Don't try to play the virtuous secretary now."
"Before, I had no choice—if I didn't help, you'd nag and whine until no work could get done. This time, I actually want to help," the young secretary hurried to explain. "You know, even though Wittawin keeps trying to hook up his uncle with someone, bringing friends to introduce to him at work and acting like he's blocking my romantic path, I still patiently endures without getting angry at him. See how much restraint I have? Having to put on a cheerful face when really, I could ignore Wittawin, but I put you needs first. If this continues, I feel like..."
"You want a spa massage, don't you, Toey? What else? No need to ramble in circles—just say what you want straight out. Tell me everything at once." Teeradon saw right through him. When his secretary started cataloguing favors like this, 'compensation' always followed.
How much more money would I have to spend just to get a taste of Wittawin...
With others, at most he'd just give them free club membership and introduce them to important club guests, and he'd have a bed partner. And each one never defied him—he could flip and turn them any position he wanted. Hell, they even chased after him...
But with Wittawin, he'd already spent two million, six hundred and seventy thousand baht, plus at least five thousand more for his secretary's spa treatments...
If I didn't get to devour Wittawin, it would be quite irritating…
Wittawin closed his hotel room door and walked slowly down the corridor, ignoring Pamorn's phone calls urging him to hurry down and join the others at the beach in front of the resort for group activities. The young man told his friend he'd go snorkeling instead of playing the brain-dead three-legged race or balloon-stomping games.
Wittawin detoured to another section of the beach, stood stretching and gazing at the sea for a moment, then adjusted his shorts because they felt tight. He regretted not buying a larger size.
The tall young man then waded slowly into the sea, his eyes catching sight of a medium-sized white boat floating not too far offshore.
Wittawin had always dreamed of sailing far out to sea, stopping at beautiful islands to his heart's content, and spending nights aboard ship under the starlit sky, listening to gentle music mingling with the soft whisper of ocean breezes.
Teeradon lowered his binoculars with a satisfied smile, feeling his yacht surveillance mission hadn't been in vain. Wittawin had instantly transformed into a young dolphin the moment he entered the water. The only thing that irked him was that instead of wearing tiny swim trunks for visual feast, Wittawin wore shorts—albeit rather form-fitting ones—but still aesthetically disruptive in his opinion.
He wanted to leap into the water and frolic with him in the open sea. Let's see if he'd try to escape again. If he ran, Teeradon would transform into a vicious shark chasing the little red-lipped dolphin, then drag him up to gnaw playfully on the boat...
The young businessman with shark aspirations suddenly stripped off his shirt and pulled down his beige shorts, revealing a toned physique clad only in navy swim trunks.
Time to hunt some dolphin...
Wittawin kicked rhythmically, his arms cutting slowly through the water as he gazed down at the seabed below, rich with colorful coral. Small fish swam freely about, some venturing so close he wanted to reach out and tease them. But while he was absorbed in the beautiful underwater scenery, he startled when someone suddenly dove beneath him before plunging deeper, then flipping onto their back and raising a hand in familiar greeting.
Definitely Teeradon. Coming all the way to a mid-ocean island, why did he have to encounter Teeradon again...
Damn it. It must be uncle Yoot who have leaked the information...
Wittawin changed direction with his hands and kicked harder, his arms stroking rapidly as he swam away. But he could hear the pursuer's equally powerful strokes behind him.
Let's have a little race then. Never seen him win a car race against me even once. Let's try a swimming competition—doesn't he know this university swimmer still holds the long-distance swimming record to this day? Won multiple gold medals too...
Wittawin swam further and further from shore, occasionally glancing back at Teeradon, who followed closely, sometimes pulling ahead until they passed the white yacht by about a hundred meters. Then he flipped onto his back to float and watch Teeradon swimming up behind him before stopping.
"Help!" Teeradon cried out, raising his hands as if drowning.
Don't try to be clever. Can't keep up swimming so now you want me to come back and help? Then you'll pretend to cling and grope me, no doubt. Looking at Teeradon's devious expression, he's not to be trusted...
Wittawin pursed his lips and was about to flip over and continue swimming when he began to suspect he might be wrong—Teeradon had actually sunk and disappeared before his eyes. The young engineer watched for nearly half a minute, growing uneasy. When almost a full minute passed, Wittawin became certain something was wrong and decided to swim back.
"Teeradon!" Wittawin called when he reached the spot where he'd seen Teeradon go under. "Teeradon, don't play around!"
Wittawin dove down and saw Teeradon lying spread-eagled, sinking deeper and deeper into the depths. Without hesitation, he took a full breath and dove down to pull Teeradon up before it was too late.
Breaking the surface, the young engineer and former university swimming gold medalist dragged the young businessman toward the nearby yacht, realizing he couldn't make it all the way back to shore with dead weight.
Wittawin grabbed the anchor rope tightly, needing to rest briefly while supporting the unconscious Teeradon with his left arm, water streaming down the man's face. "Teeradon! Can you hear me?"
"Teeradon, answer me! Can you hear me?" Wittawin repeated. "Don't die on me now."
Wittawin felt somewhat relieved when he saw Teeradon's eyes flutter open slowly, seeming to respond to his calls.
"I'm taking you up to the boat. Just hold on." After resting only a few seconds, Wittawin drew a deep breath, then released the anchor rope and swam to the stern to find a ladder. It didn't take long to haul Teeradon's limp form aboard, though not without struggle.
The young engineer lay sprawled, panting heavily for a moment before rolling over to kneel beside the motionless figure stretched across the boat deck. Teeradon wore small, dark blue swim trunks, his thighs bulging and powerful, full of muscle. His chest was broad and toned like someone who exercised regularly, his stomach flat and firm. But now he wasn't breathing...
Come on down here, little dolphin. Give me some mouth-to-mouth. I promise not to slip my tongue into your mouth...
Teeradon lay still, holding his breath, waiting for basic first aid.
Ow, why are your hands so heavy...
Teeradon complained internally as Wittawin began CPR.
Just chest compressions won't work, Wittawin. Where did you learn CPR? He needs mouth-to-mouth rescue breathing too...
"Khun Don, Khun Don, come on. Don't die on me. Wake up!"
I'll definitely wake up, don't worry. But mouth-to-mouth first. And I really like it when Wittawin calls me by just my nickname...
But I can't hold my breath much longer. Hurry up and breathe into my mouth. I was underwater for over a minute earlier, almost broke my old school record...
Just kiss me already!
Teeradon was reaching his limit. The force from Wittawin's hands wasn't gentle, and his own hands were clenched from keeping his body rigid. His feet were nearly cramping. Mentally, he kept counting time until he thought it was approaching a minute and a half.
Finally...
Mmm...wet, cool, mixed with warmth, sweet scent, sweet and salty taste...
Teeradon wanted to smile with deep satisfaction as his desires were fulfilled—Wittawin had finally performed the crucial step of rescue breathing. His mind painted pictures as Wittawin leaned down to press their lips together.
Pale face, dark eyebrows, prominent nose, red lips. But right now those big round eyes are probably wide with panic...
Or maybe eyes closed demurely? When giving rescue breaths, does he close his eyes when breathing into someone's mouth...
Teeradon wanted to open his eyes to see but didn't dare, not wanting the mouth-to-mouth to end too quickly...
How about it, Wittawin? You've kissed me now. You know too little about this Teeradon. Next time I'll suck your lips and run my tongue all around your mouth cavity, just wait and see...
"Khun Don," Wittawin called softly, still pumping Teeradon's chest before following with mouth-to-mouth.
Hey, no, stop, that's enough. His lower body was starting to betray its owner...
Teeradon was reaching his breaking point, both from holding his breath and from 'restraining' himself. Wittawin's touch was causing certain parts of his anatomy to stir and react.
Enough for now, red-lipped dolphin. I pity both Wittawin and myself, because if that part of me gets any more aroused, it's going to be a problem...
Teeradon stirred, arched his chest up, pretended to choke on water and expelled air forcefully, feigning consciousness before rolling onto his side in a fetal position, coughing dramatically.
"Khun Don, how are you feeling?" Wittawin asked worriedly, gripping Teeradon's muscular arm and trying to peer at the face of the powerfully built young man who lay curled on the boat deck, struggling to hide both his suppressed smile and his arousal below.
"Cold..." Teeradon groaned.
I'm damed turned on, of course, Wittawin.
"Wait, I'll find you a blanket," Wittawin said, quickly standing and walking to the side of the boat. Teeradon's eyes tracked after him, following his gaze from Wittawin's clean, pale calves up to thighs as toned as his own, settling on the pert bottom beneath green shorts now wet and clinging, clearly outlining every curve.
God, I want to crawl over and yank Wittawin's shorts right off...
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