GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Case File 48: The Age of Misfortune

It has been four months since the shocking event that many have encountered. The legal proceedings are progressing as expected, and court appearances are likewise. Thup is no longer involved in this case. Singha, on the other hand, has received praise and recognition for his work, as have the other officers involved in the case.

A warm embrace from behind by Thup, while stirring soup in the pot, brings a smile to his face before he gently strokes the older man’s arm.

“Won’t you sleep a bit more?”

“I need to go sign some documents.” Singha replies with a lazy tone, despite it being his day off, he still has to go in to sign off on an operation to infiltrate a drug smuggling group. All day long with the sweet scent of the kid in front of him! He had planned to snuggle up, “So, why don’t you go take a shower first, Phii, and then come down for breakfast before leaving?”

“I’m so sleepy I could die.” Thup says as he turns off the stove, turning to face the one leaning on his back, rubbing the bare tanned back, then planting a kiss on Singha’s cheek like every morning, “Don’t, my stubble will scratch you.”

“Shall I shave it for you then?”

“Yeah.”

“Does your back hurt?” Thup slides his hand down to massage the older man’s waist gently.

“It does.”

“Then why don’t you skip your workout today? After signing the documents, you can come back and rest.”

Singha buries his face into the fragrant neck, twisting to relieve the soreness from the night’s activities.

“What time do you have to deliver the work to the client today?”

“Noon.”

“How will you get there?”

“I’ll take a taxi, and stop to buy some household supplies. Do you need anything?” Thup lightly strokes the waist of the person in front of him, his gaze unchanged through the months, as loving as it was on the first day.

“You need to practice driving already.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’ll be convenient when you go places, plus you’ll need to transport pictures and go shopping. My car isn’t used much, so you might as well use it.”

“I’ll have you teach me then.” Thup said playfully, pulling the older man close before nuzzling into the strong neck marked with faint love bites.

“Go upstairs and wait in the bathroom, I’ll come up to shave you after I clear the table.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Singha ruffled the soft hair until it was a mess before heading upstairs.

He removed his single pair of sweatpants and tossed them into the basket, leaving only his bare muscled body. As Singha was about to grab a towel to wrap around his lower half, he noticed his reflection in the mirror, somewhat risqué.

“How far did that pup bite?”

His inner thigh was covered with kisses and bite marks, more so than other spots. He didn’t know why that kid liked it so much.

“Phii Singha, I’m coming in.”

“Okay.” The said pup entered with a small face towel over his shoulder. Thup prepared the shaving kit and cream for the older man, all set.

“Are you in a hurry? I’m afraid I might nick your skin.”

“Not really in a hurry.” Singha leaned against the bathroom counter, arms folded, watching his young boyfriend apply cream to his jawline with concentration.

In the medium-sized bathroom, two well-built men stood close, with only the sound of the razor scraping against skin and the squelch of cream filling the space.

“Phii Singh”

“Yes?”

“I’m starting to feel shy with you looking at me like that.”

“Didn’t see you being shy on the bed.” Thup paused immediately, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart; whether before or after becoming boyfriends, he could never handle Singha. “Once you’re done sending the painting, come to the station.”

“Will do.” Thup used a clean cloth to wipe away the cream and stubble, then began shaving the other side of the face.

“Out of cigarettes, buy some on your way.”

“Didn’t you just open a new pack the other day?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How about cutting down, I am worried.” Here it comes again, that change in pronouns along with the coaxing tone!

“It’s the stress. You know how my job is.”

“I know, but cigarettes aren’t good for your health, I want to be with you for a long time.”

“Are you cursing me?”

“No, I’m genuinely worried. If you can’t quit, at least cut down for me, consider it as a birthday gift for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s your birthday?” Singha furrowed his brows deeply. He wasn’t one for remembering special dates, even forgetting his own birthday; the only date he remembered well was when Mesa passed away.

“Yes, tomorrow morning I will go to the temple to make merit, will you come with me?” Thup cleaned off the remaining cream and stubble from Singha’s face, checking for smoothness. Seeing the now clean-shaven face, the young man planted a kiss on the sharp jawline.

“I’ll go.”

“And will you cut down on the cigarettes too?”

Singha rolled his eyes but allowed Thup to nuzzle into his neck freely, “I’ll try.”

Upon hearing the response, Thup looked up and immediately beamed with delight. The young man braced his arms against the bathroom sink counter to cage his older partner in the middle, his beautiful eyes not straying from Singha before he leaned in close until their noses touched.

“I am worried, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. Stop being clingy; I’ll be late.” Singha said, his neck straight, moving in for a kiss from himself. His tongue gently tasted the soft lips while hooking down the waistband of the sweatpants to reveal a beautiful V-line, the result of months of working out. Singha, while entwining tongues, glanced at his handiwork with a proud smile. The towel once wrapped around his waist was now on the floor. “Buy condoms on your way back.”

“Sure, anything else?” Thup kissed his partner’s cheek once more before stopping, regretfully ending the moment. But if they kept teasing each other, the older man really wouldn’t get to work.

“Buy whatever you want; the card’s with you.”

“But I don’t use it, how can I use your money when I’m living in your house? I’ll pay for it myself.” Thup said, bending down to pick up the towel and gently wrapping it around his partner’s waist again.

“Use it, your boyfriend’s rich.”

Laughter filled the room, brightening up the gloomy weather.

“I want to help my boyfriend save money.” The young man kissed Singha’s nose, then smiled, “Go shower, I’ll wait downstairs.”

“Wait.” Singha grabbed his younger partner’s shoulder before removing the towel once more. The darkened erect body part was now visible to Thup. “You did this.”

Singha approached closer, reaching to grasp under Thup’s fabric pants, his firm hand massaging gently, transforming what was soft into hard immediately.

“This part, I’ll handle.”

“But you said we’re out of condoms.”

“I’m about to shower anyway.” Singha pulled at the waistband of the young man, dragging him into the shower cubicle, pushing Thup against the wall. “We don’t need to use one.”

“But that’s not good for your health, you know.”

“I want it now, right now, or you won’t do it?”

“Then let me take it out for you.” Thup pulled his older brother close until their bodies touched with no gap, greedily different from before. Their hot lips met, while Singha’s hands were sliding and pulling at the younger one’s core. The young man himself was kneading the elder man’s buttocks. Long fingers slowly inserted into the warm passage, cautiously because he had recently trimmed his nails, “It’s still soft inside, huh.”

“Ugh. Well, you were at it non-stop last night.” Once again, the straightforward words from the elder made Thup blush all the way to his ears, “Take off your pants, it’s, ah, in the way.”

“Your hand, mmm, is so warm.” Thup let out a soft moan before kissing Singha’s neck to please him, “You sure you can stand it, right?”

“I can.”

“If you can’t, tell Thup, okay?” Thup withdrew his fingers from the warm passage behind before turning Singha to face the wall. The elder knew to brace himself with both hands and slightly bent over.

Thup gazed at the erotic sight before him with sparkling eyes: the muscular back, beautiful tattoos on tanned skin, the dimples at the waist, and the round buttocks. Everything at that moment enchanted Thup. Instead of penetrating, he knelt down and parted the older man’s cheeks to clearly see the vivid passage.

“Thup, wait! Ah!” Singha twisted to look back, both palms clenching together to release the tingling sensation from the new touch. The young man was licking around the passage before inserting his tongue inside, the moistness and the flickering tongue made him grip the wall tightly, feeling his legs weaken almost to the point of collapse. The more Thup squeezed and kneaded his buttocks, the closer Singha felt to paradise, “Thup, ugh, it’s tingling, ah! Bab, don’t lick.”

Thup paused, then withdrew his tongue, looking up at the older man with gleaming eyes. The new term of endearment made him want to jump for joy. Thup stood up and hugged the older man tightly. Their rapid breathing and the white fluid on the floor indicated how much pleasure Singha had just experienced.

“Do you like it?”

“No.”

“Do you like it when I do it for you?”

“I said no.”

Thup gently nibbled on the older man’s ear before rubbing himself against the trembling buttocks of the man in front of him, causing Thup to hug Singha tighter, afraid he might fall.

“Call me that again, please.”

“I’m not calling you that anymore. If you’re going to do it, do it quickly.”

“Please call me, please, call me that again.”

“Thup, I’ll be late, just get on with it.” Singha turned his face to see pleading eyes and a pouting face close to tears. “You…”

“That word makes it seem like you’re fond of me. Don’t you think I am cute anymore?”

“Alright, alright, don’t cry!” Singha bit his lip hard, then sighed resignedly. “Baby, are you going to fuck me or what? I’ll be late.”

Like a triggered bomb, Thup’s face turned red all the way down his body, his already tight embrace seemed to tense up even more. Thup pressed his forehead against the broad shoulder before thrusting himself into the tight passage all at once.

“Slow down, a bit slower, ah, it’s too much.”

“Thup loves Phii Singha so much.”

Singha could barely register anything anymore as the kid behind him was thrusting in and out at a faster rhythm. The moans and gasps by his ear only seemed to reignite his passion.

The steamy activity in the bathroom lasted for over half an hour, with both taking turns to climax repeatedly. While Singha and Thup were locked in a passionate kiss, no less intense than their lower bodies, the older man’s hand accidentally brushed against the shower knob, turning it on. Cool water flowed over their bodies, like water dousing flames.

“Baby, ah, I’m close.”

“Me too, can I cum inside this time?” Thup kissed Singha’s chin before licking the droplets down to his beautiful Adam’s apple.

“Cum, ugh.”

A warm sensation spread in the belly, similar to the love fluid that spurted out, staining both of their stomachs. Apart from the sound of running water, there was the heavy breathing of the couple for quite a while. Thup still held onto the person, consoling him by stroking his thick waist.

“I’ll take it out for you, and then I’ll give you a bath too.”

“Yeah. You better take responsibility.” Singha glared at the kid in front of him who was still smiling broadly, happily.

“I’ll take responsibility for life.” The young man planted a kiss on the older one’s face, before withdrawing his member and using his fingers to scoop out the fluid he had left inside, then bathed his partner thoroughly.

Singha watched the white t-shirt clad back as it walked away after bathing him. Thup then led him out to sit on the bed before going to prepare work clothes for him, saying he’d warm up the food downstairs. Since they started dating, this kid had hardly asked for anything from him, whether material or not, no demands, no fuss, no excessive jealousy. Thup understood him in almost every way, even noticing when he was tired or in a bad mood. Instead of coming to console or interfere at those times, Thup would just sit beside him quietly until he softened on his own.

He had always been his good boy, usually having breakfast together.

It didn’t take long for Singha to get dressed; it had become routine for them to part ways for their own jobs before meeting again in the evening to eat, do activities together, and go to bed together. Singha’s daily routine had changed so much that even his friends were surprised.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“Yes, drive carefully, okay? Let me know when you get there.” The usual pronouns returned when they were outside. Actually, Thup wanted to be clingy all the time but was afraid it might trouble his partner if someone overheard.

“You too. When you get to your client meeting, let me know.”

“Will do.”

Thup stood waving goodbye to the older man before heading back into the house to call for a ride, along with preparing the finished picture frame to be placed in front of the house. If he gets this sum of money, it’ll be just as planned. He’ll finally get to do what he’s been intending to do.

Singha sat in his office with a large pile of documents. Initially, he thought there would only be a few, expecting to sign them and then head home to sleep, but he’s been signing for over an hour now and still isn’t done, which has made him even more frustrated than before. He walked straight to the smoking area.

“Damn it!” Singha got up and walked out of the office, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted bright red hair from afar, so he walked over and bumped into him.

“Ouch! Are you that small, Singha? My arm is about to break.”

“Give me a cigarette.”

“And you didn’t bring any?”

“Ran out.”

“Ran out or your boyfriend didn’t let you buy more?” Say squinted at him before handing over a cigarette.

“He told me to cut down.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Well, he asked for it as his birthday gift tomorrow.”

“Oh, tomorrow is Thup’s birthday?” Say asked as he lit the lighter at the tip of Singha’s cigarette.

“Huh?! Tomorrow is Thup’s birthday?” Darin, appearing from behind, made both turn their heads, moving the cigarette away to keep the smoke from blowing towards her.

“Yeah.”

“Should we throw a party? Celebrate his birthday.”

“Thinking about it.”

“And what gift did you give to your younger lover, Singha?”

“A car.”

“Isn’t he unable to drive?”

“Well, buy it first, then train him.”

“If I become your wife, can I get a car too?” Darin asked, raising her eyebrows. “No chance, already have a girlfriend.”

“Argh, a mother’s heart aches but is also happy.” Darin pretended to stomp around before all three burst into laughter as old friends do.

Singha’s phone rang just as they were about to discuss Thup’s birthday details, but the birthday boy called first.

“What’s up, coming back?”

[Phii Singha…] a sobbing voice made Singha drop his cigarette immediately, [I am at the hospital, hic]

   “Which hospital, what happened? Where are you, Thup!”

[I got hit by a car.]

   Just hearing that, Singha dashed to his car. He headed straight to the hospital Thup mentioned, worried sick, until he reached the emergency department, announced the name of the injured, and once permitted, rushed inside. He searched each bed with a pounding heart, not really believing in bad luck or omens until now.

“Phii Singh.” a familiar voice called, making Singha turn; at the far end bed was a young man in a disheveled state. There was gauze at his eyebrow, the same with his palms, and a soft cast on his right foot.

“Where does it hurt? Who hit you?”

“Just some cuts at the eyebrow and hand, and a torn ankle ligament. It was an old man driving a three-wheeler. He hit me when I was crossing the road.” Singha inspected Thup’s body thoroughly, relieved to see no other serious injuries except for some scrapes. “Sorry for startling you, Phii.”

“As long as it’s not worse than this, it’s okay. The doctor checked everything, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

”What’s wrong?”

”Nothing.” Even though the kid in front of him was smiling, Singha knew well it wasn’t the usual bright smile.

After paying for the treatment and getting the medicine, Singha called for a car to take Thup back home, not forgetting to call Say to update him about Thup’s condition and to ask him to retrieve the motorcycle back to the station.

Upon arriving home, Singha supported Thup upstairs. From the car until they got home, the young man didn’t say a word. He was unusually quiet, which was out of character. Singha arranged the bed before letting Thup sit down. His distracted look made Singha worry because he didn’t know what Thup had encountered.

”Thup.”

”Yes?”

”Is something wrong?”

”I’m fine, I am just tired.”

”Then wipe yourself down before you sleep. You don’t need to cook today.”

”Sorry, Phii Singha.”

”Hmm.” Singha fetched a basin of water, wiped off the dirt, and changed his partner’s clothes for him.

After taking care of everything, he let Thup rest as he should. The concern from Thup’s demeanor made Singha call the station again.

[Hello, inspector.]

   ”Has Lieutenant Mai returned yet?”

[He’s just come back, just now. Anything you need, inspector?]

   ”Ask if there was an accident today at the front of the xxx mall, a man, about twenty-five, hit by a three-wheeler at the crosswalk. And see if anything else happened.”

[Just a moment.] With a palm resting on his forehead, trying to squeeze into a drain.

Singha sits down on the sofa before leaning back:

“Into a drain?”

[Yes, they said he dropped something he’d saved up for a long time to buy, and he wouldn’t go with the ambulance until he found it, but the pipe is deep, inspector even you probably won’t find it, they said he was injured too but…. It took a long time to persuade him before he stopped and was taken into the ambulance.]

   “Did they say what fell in?”

[Mumbling about it being a ring.]

   Ah, I see.

“Thanks a lot, sergeant.”

Singha hangs up, grabs his car keys and wallet, then walks out of the house.

   The puppy lost his stuff.

  

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