THEWEDDINGPLAN, Chapter 12:
Never trust the mood of a bride-to-be.
They’re unpredictably volatile, believe me.
Inside the guest bedroom reserved for close relatives, an uninvited guest had joined. After Sailom finished showering, he walked over and wrapped his arms around the waist of the man sitting on the bed watching TV. His sharp-featured face nuzzled into the pale neck, inhaling the sweet scent deeply, making Namnuea scrunch his neck to escape.
“Your stubble’s tickling me.”
“I’ll do more than tickle you,” Sailom teased, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV. His hands encircled the waist as his lips trailed along the smooth, pale shoulder, now faintly flushed from the scratch of his rough stubble. A low growl rumbled in his throat.
“You’re so pale, Nuea. Makes me want to kiss you all over.”
The listener laughed, no longer pulling away. Instead, he tilted his neck, offering his shoulder for the sharp face to bury into.
His hands squeezed the strong shoulders in return.
“Being pale is my one confidence.”
“Not just pale—delicious too.”
“Is that how you think of me?”
“I think of devouring you whole.”
“Hmm, don’t leave marks on my neck. My relatives might see,” Namnuea warned. Sailom knew his manners, but the sight of that fair skin, blushing with the slightest touch or squeeze, was too tempting. He couldn’t resist planting firm kisses, nibbling and grazing the soft skin. Soon, vivid red marks appeared, prompting Namnuea to protest.
“You’re not listening again!”
“Your collar will cover it, Nuea.”
“So stubborn.”
“I’ve always been stubborn, haven’t I?”
Not just talk, Sailom slipped his hand under the hem of the shirt, touching the soft, pale skin. His palm slid up to the smooth chest, savoring the faint moans from the man who no longer thought of escaping him. Namnuea gripped his shoulders tightly, his body visibly tensing as fingertips brushed lightly over sensitive, pale buds.
“Mm, Khun Lom, don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing. I’m serious,” Sailom said, his hands slipping further under the shirt to toy with the pretty buds—flicking, grazing, until they perked up beautifully. Whether Namnuea meant to tease or not, wearing a thin white shirt made them stand out clearly, practically begging for firmer pinches. His lips never left the neck, kissing relentlessly, as the soft body writhed under his touch.
“Mm, don’t… don’t touch there… seriously… Khun Lom…”
“Your weak spot?”
“Nnngh,” Namnuea replied instead, glancing down at the hands, biting his lip. His breathing grew heavier, and he turned to meet Sailom’s gaze. Then, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to those well-shaped lips.
Sailom didn’t hold back, slipping his tongue inside, meeting the scorching heat that ignited him in a way he couldn’t believe. As their bodies pressed closer, rubbing against each other, the cold night breeze slipping through the slightly open window had no effect on them.
“Smack… mm… smack…”
Their tongues grazed and tangled, creating embarrassing sounds. Sweet saliva flowed, one retreating, the other chasing, one pulling back, the other pursuing, alternating back and forth. Meanwhile, large hands slid to tug at the thin fabric of a shirt, its owner yielding to let it slip off over his head.
Whoosh.
Then the young organizer flipped the dynamic, parting his legs and straddling Sailom’s body. His hands wrapped around broad shoulders, their eyes locking. Sailom saw the gaze before him— challenging, pushing his patience to the brink.
A challenge worth savoring.
Tonight, Namnuea was different from before. Maybe because he wasn’t drunk, wasn’t overwhelmed by emotions, and this wasn’t the mistake he’d once claimed. His eyes burned with fiery intensity, bold and daring, making Sailom want to dive headfirst into the flames. “What are you planning?” Sailom asked, brushing a hand against the pale cheek. The other grabbed his hand, kissed it, and answered cheerfully.
“Taking charge of you from the start, how’s that?”
“Can you handle it?” Two hands gripped the round, firm backside, squeezing fully, relishing it even more. The other flinched slightly, baring his teeth a little, but said nothing as the large hands continued kneading. Then, shifting slightly, the curved hips brushed against the bulge in Sailom’s pants. The pale figure began to roll his hips, grinding and pressing, making the recipient clench his jaw.
A blatant challenge.
“Come on, Khun Lom, let me have my fun first… please,” Namnuea said before the taller figure could flip them over. His hands pinned the broad shoulders firmly, and he… flashed a coy smile.
When the one who’d been dodging him suddenly turned flirty, what could the young man do but lie still? As Namnuea leaned his upper body down, those beautiful lips pressed kisses along the jawline. His tongue lightly teased the hollow of the neck, tracing up to the prominent Adam’s apple, sending waves of heat through Sailom’s body. The urge to flip them back vanished completely—he wanted to see what would happen next.
His lover, trailing along his body, stoked a smoldering desire. That low dip made Sailom’s eyes catch sight of a prominent peak, prompting him to reach out and gently squeeze it. “Has anyone ever told you you’re insanely naughty?”
“And does anyone know you’re the one who really drives me wild?”
“Haha, maybe one or two people.”
“Who?!” Sailom growled low, staring unblinkingly. The other grinned wide.
“Ex-boyfriend, huh? Did you think someone my age would come to you pure?” The listener’s face fell. He wasn’t expecting purity, not when he himself had been through plenty. But knowing that someone with such a sweet, captivating demeanor had been seen by others made his heart cloud with unease. And it seemed Namnuea could sense it. His warm lips pressed a kiss to the rough cheek, soothingly.
“But I’ve never done this much for anyone.”
This “much” made Sailom wait in anticipation. Let’s see if he’d get more than Namnuea’s past lovers. Namnuea’s hands roamed freely, pulling off his own pants and Sailom’s. Hot breaths poured over skin, and he clenched his jaw, holding back his urges as the other’s lips trailed below his navel.
“Damn, you’re really something.”
If Namnuea made an ecstatic face when savoring delicious food, he was making that same face now. But the one watching, now burning with desire, could only run a hand through soft hair, gazing at the flushed, porcelain face that was impossibly alluring.
Namnuea indulged him fully, his hands moving to prepare himself eagerly.
“Nuea, let me do it,” Sailom insisted stubbornly, despite his heavy breathing. He pushed his fingertips into the tight space, probing and stretching, all while his lips never stopped. The more he looked at the other, the more he had to summon immense restraint not to pull him down, flip him over, and become one.
“Nuea, I want you… I can’t take it anymore…”
Only when Sailom pleaded did Namnuea shift to straddle him. His hands pressed against Sailom’s chest, hips lifting. And Sailom found this view to be the best.
The handsome yet fair face of his lover had brows furrowed tightly, eyelids glistening with moisture and half-closed. Lips twisted, chest heaving with forceful rhythms as their bodies moved in perfect sync, becoming one.
It was all so captivating, impossible to look away.
“Nuea, let me kiss you,” Sailom whispered, his face tilting up to meet a searing kiss. As their bodies moved together, moans began to echo through the spacious room, mingling with the sound of skin against skin in a raw rhythm.
“Ah… mm… kiss…” The warm lips never parted, only broken by moans slipping through. Who would believe their bodies could fit so perfectly?
Slow, languid movements alternated with fierce, fiery ones, as if neither wanted it to end too soon. They stretched out each moment, kisses unbroken.
Skin rubbed against skin, hands clung tightly, sweat dripped.
The room was thick with a sultry haze. The bed creaked, echoing the intensity of their passion. Kiss after kiss, their bodies shuddered with each surge of intensity. How much time passed, they didn’t know, until hoarse, exhausted moans whispered the end.
“I can’t… Khun Lom… I can’t… anymore… sob…”
As if it were a signal, Sailom flipped the pale figure to lie beneath him, taking the lead, guiding the trembling, panting person to the edge of their destination. Two hands clung tightly to his neck, letting out moans that echoed through the silent valley at night.
Sailom followed closely, releasing all his pent-up desire to fill the other, then pressed warm lips to the prominent forehead.
They exchanged smiles.
Though no words of love followed their intimacy, a warm embrace was enough to fend off the chilly night air.
“When are you going back to Bangkok?”
“I took leave until Monday. You?”
“Didn’t your friend say you took indefinite leave?” Namnuea nearly laughed at his lover’s annoyed expression, head resting on the other’s arm, gazing at the sharp, crumpled face that seemed to hold a grudge against Sis Eim, not even answering his question.
“If I had a set date, would you not have followed me?” When he countered, Sailom made a difficult face but moved closer, hugging him, nuzzling into soft hair, as if unable to believe that the overly confident man could be this clingy. A deep voice spoke with a hint of sulking.
“Of course I’d follow. You were gone for two days, and I thought I’d die.”
“And I sat worrying for a month after sleeping with you. I didn’t complain.” The other fell silent but didn’t give in. The groom-to-be changed the subject.
“I’ll go back to Bangkok with you.”
“With me?”
“I’m not leaving you here alone. Sun said your cousin is terrifying and wouldn’t let you go back. I’d be devastated,” Sailom shook his head slowly. Even without meeting him, the eldest Phra Rin was this intimidated. If he met the big brother, he’d probably freeze to the bone. He’d already been through it.
“And you can take leave from work?”
“At worst, my uncle will fire me from the company,” the responder said carelessly, shrugging with a bored expression, then adding,
“Believe it or not, even my job was forced on me. I got an offer from a professor doing research in the U.S., but my mom cried her eyes out, saying she wouldn’t let me live abroad longer than my studies. My dad begged me to come back, and in the end, they made me work with my uncle. I’m dying to quit, but
I’m afraid he’ll fake a heart attack.”
“Am I going to survive this?” Namnuea asked, half-horrified. The storyteller flashed him a grin. “Of course you will. You’ve got me.”
“Says the guy who can’t even escape his own mom,”
Namnuea teased, wrinkling his nose. Whether the spirits of Bangkok were holy enough or not, Sailom’s phone suddenly blared loudly. Its owner whipped his head toward it, letting out a heavy sigh.
“Answer it,” the man in his arms nudged gently. But instead, Sailom… hung up and turned the phone off.
“Whoa, just like that?”
“This is my time with my wife, not my mom. Let her be. She’ll just be a bit annoyed at most,” the larger man said, tossing the phone to the corner of the bed before snuggling back down, pulling the warm body close. Then, he changed the subject.
“But I want to meet your mom. I’d like to thank her for letting me come chase you down here.” The sentiment mirrored Namnuea’s own gratitude toward the mother who’d allowed this man to come make amends. A smile slipped onto his face.
“Not scared of my mom?”
“No one’s scarier than my mom,” Sailom said with a chuckle, then doubled down. “Let me meet your parents.”
“In what capacity?”
Yeah, in what capacity? Especially since the other man was supposed to be getting married as a front. That thought made Namnuea return a smile, sliding his hand to intertwine their fingers tightly before whispering in his ear.
“As the one who’ll take care of you.”
That line left Namnuea completely flustered.
“Didn’t know you were such a sweet-talker.”
“Want a taste?” Namnuea could only laugh, but he didn’t protest as that sharp-featured face leaned closer. As it seemed a second round was about to start, he raised his hands to wrap around those shoulders, feeling the beautiful muscles he’d only dreamed of before, lost in those deep tea-colored eyes that made his heart tremble. But then…
“Mmm… Sun… close the window… no… n-not… wait,
Nuea… might hear… ngh…”
Suddenly, a voice drifted in. Namnuea glanced toward the window, realizing it was slightly ajar. But from the clarity of the sound, the room next door definitely hadn’t closed theirs. And more importantly…
“Whoa, Little Sun’s got some skills, huh?”
Someone could make their fierce little brother whimper like a kitten?
But the man above him seemed less than pleased.
“I’m better than that kid.”
It seems like it’ll pull the kid.
Thinking about it, Nuea turned with a challenging eyebrow raise.
“I didn’t see that,” he said, perhaps missing the mark a bit, as a wicked smile appeared on his lips. Then the big guy pulled the blanket off to the foot of the bed, climbed on top, straddling Nuea’s body, his eyes gleaming so fiercely it startled him. And it got worse when that menacing voice whispered:
“Tonight, you’re not sleeping, huh? Fine. I’ll make it happen!”
This time, Nuea should’ve kept his mouth shut, because it seems the stubborn one loves to win. But it was… absolutely awesome.
Sister Eim. Now I am not single anymore, sis! No longer starving or parched, but stuffed and thriving!
…
“Yiwa, why are you so calm when your man’s gone missing?”
“Just let him do whatever. He’s not a kid anymore.”
“But you’re about to marry Lom!”
In the big house, mother and daughter were arguing loudly about how the groom suddenly took leave from work and vanished without the other family even knowing what happened. While everyone else was panicking, the bride-to-be didn’t seem to care one bit, still chatting on the phone with her so-called best friend.
“Yes, we’re getting married, but I’m not his warden, and Phii
Lom isn’t a prisoner. He must have business with others.”
“Aren’t you afraid he’s cheating on you?”
“If that’s the case, what can I do?”
“Yiwa!!!” Her mother shouted. The young woman sighed softly, trying to stay calm, then brushed it off.
“Phii Lom probably has urgent work, Mom. You’re so upset— tonight, I’ll stay at a friend’s so we don’t fight.”
“Friends! Your friend again? Ever since you started hanging out with this friend, everything’s gone downhill…”
“Don’t you dare talk about my friend like that!!”
For the first time, Yiwa raised her voice at her mother. Normally, she used a soft tone to calm her down, but the moment her mother insulted the person she loved most, the young woman shot up to her full height, glaring with fury. Yet her mother didn’t seem to realize she’d crossed a line.
“You’re arguing with me because of that friend of yours. And what’s this? Going out, traveling, staying over—what, does this friend got no job to do that they keep my daughter around like this? No status, no class, and I can’t even stand looking at her face…”
“You have no right to talk like that!” Before she could finish, Yiwa screamed, her face red with anger, leaving her mother staring in shock.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m just stating the truth.”
“But you have no right to judge her… no right to judge the person I love! You don’t even know her!!”
“Wha… what do you mean, Yiwa?” The listener was stunned, eyes wide, staring at her daughter who had exploded with anger. It was as if this was the final straw she had been holding onto, because Yiwa was now spilling everything in her heart without any regard for plans or consequences.
“You didn’t mishear, Mom. The person you thought was my friend? He’s not a friend. She’s my girlfriend. Your daughter loves women. Did you hear that? I love women!”
“No way! B-but you’re about to marry Sailom, and what about
Sailom…?”
Yiwa gave a bitter smile. At this moment, her anger was too overwhelming to speak calmly, so all that came out was… “Phii Lom is just a foolish man, a tool for me to use, that’s all.” With that, the young woman spun around and stormed out of the house so quickly that her mother could only stand there, pale-faced, lips trembling, calling her name. But Yiwa didn’t care. She sped off in her luxury car, tears streaming down her face.
Mom never understood her… never knew that the reason she could stand tall every day was because of the person Mom said she didn’t like. If it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have endured living under her mother’s control until now. Her girlfriend cared for Mom even more than she cared for herself!
“Phii Lom, I’m sorry. It seems I can’t keep up this act anymore. Travel safely, okay? Come back home when you have time.”
…
“Yes, Mom. I will head off now, Mom. Dad, too—don’t overdo it. Missing one day of fertilizing the plants won’t make your beauties wilt.”
At Chiang Mai Airport, Namnuea bid farewell to his parents who had come to see him off at the gate. Nearby stood a tall man who had promised to return with him. He noticed his father glancing at Sailom, so he quickly spoke, a bit nervously. Even though his father returned the gesture, it didn’t mean he was ready to easily accept his son bringing another man home.
“Tell yourself, Nuea, people need to keep fertilizing and tending the soil regularly for the flowers to bloom beautifully… right, Khun Lom?” His father didn’t address him but spoke to the other man who stepped forward to respond.
“Yes, sir. I’ll remember that.”
Whether a flower of love blooms depends on both people nurturing it together.
The words that showed his father’s acceptance made Namnuea press his lips tightly, his eyes feeling warm.
Meanwhile, his mother also said her goodbyes, entrusting him to the other man.
“Travel safely, okay? Take care of Nuea, Khun Lom. I’m worried about him being alone in Bangkok.” In the end, everyone entrusted him to the other man, who smiled broadly in acceptance. Namnuea could only shake his head as he followed the other to board the plane, feeling like a bride who had just left home for her new life.
“I like your family… no, I love it,”
“Falling for it so easily, Khun Lom?”
“It’s way cuter than my place.”
“Talking like that gives me chills,” Namnuea said nervously, but he took a deep breath to muster courage. As the other slid a hand to hold his without caring about anyone’s gaze, he felt a surge of strength to return to work in Bangkok and put on a fake smile at the sham wedding that was about to take place.
After just an hour of talking, the plane landed in the bustling capital, where countless complications awaited.
As soon as Sailom turned on his phone, which had been off the entire time, it rang almost instantly.
“Looks like you’re busy. I can head back on my own,” Namnuea said. Who would be crazy enough to leave a car parked at the airport for nearly a week? But, well, there was Khun Sailom, the one and only.
I’ll drop you off, just let me take this call,” Sailom insisted, holding onto the backpack while answering the phone with an utterly bored expression, his brows furrowing further as a loud voice blared from the device: “Where the hell are you, Lom? I just got hold of you!”
“I had urgent business to take care of. Is something up,
Mom?” Usually, his mother would pry until she knew every detail, but this time, it seemed there was something truly urgent. She switched topics and spoke in a stern tone.
“You get home right now, Lom. It’s urgent!”
“What’s going on? I’m dropping off a friend first.”
“Come back immediately. It’s Yiwa!”
“Yiwa? What’s wrong with Yiwa?” Namnuea looked up, meeting his eyes curiously, stepping closer as if wanting to know what they were talking about. The voice on the other end answered with frantic urgency, almost on the verge of tears.
“It’s Yiwa! Out of nowhere, she called me saying she’s not getting married, apologized to me, and then flew out of the country! I’m stressed to death, Lom. What’s going on? What is this nonsense?!”
“Whoa,” Namnuea, hearing every word, gasped in disbelief. He pictured the prim and proper woman who seemed agreeable to everything, defying her mother’s orders, calling to say she wouldn’t marry, and then flying abroad. This wasn’t a demure lady anymore—she was going all out.
“Mom, calm down, okay? I’ll try to contact Yiwa.”
“Her mother can’t even reach her, so how could you? Ugh,
I’m going insane. Why is this happening?!”
“Mom, please calm down. I’ll head home soon, okay?” Sailom soothed until his mother calmed down and hung up. He turned to
Namnuea, whose eyes were wide, and said in disbelief, “Who would’ve thought Yiwa would pull something like this?”
“I’m one who believes it. She may look like that, but she’s stubborn as hell. If I hadn’t kept her in check, she wouldn’t have stayed quiet this long. She’s probably snapped now. No way she’s coming back to go through with the wedding,” the groomto-be said, but… why was he grinning so widely?
“Put on a sad face, at least.”
“No need. I’m actually pretty thrilled with this move. It’s my mom who’s going to lose it,” Nuea thought, genuinely impressed by this bride and groom. Instead of panicking over the extreme actions, he laughed, twirling the car keys casually, grabbing his shoulder, and even inviting him along.
“Are you crazy? Go to my house in what capacity?”
“Well, I’d say we bumped into each other at the airport, and I offered to give you a ride. But then my mom called, and I rushed back home, worried my fiancée had disappeared, accidentally taking your ring with me. Sounds plausible, right? That way, you can come to my place, Nuea.” Sometimes, his boyfriend’s wild ideas were hard to stomach, but… Namnuea found himself nodding.
“Sigh, fine, whatever. I’m already part of this scheme.”
“Great! Wanna grab something to eat on the way? I’m starving,” the man who’d just claimed to be in a hurry said with a faint smile, making the listener frown instantly.
“Is this really the time, Khun Lom? Aren’t you worried your mom might have a heart attack?”
“Her latest health checkup showed she’s perfectly fine—no heart issues whatsoever. She’s not going down that easily, so don’t worry. We’ll just say we got stuck in traffic, and that’s that,” Sailom said, not just talking but subtly dragging Namnuea along. The latter let out a heavy huff through his nose but followed obediently, growing unsure whether loving this cunning man was a mistake or not.
“Anything special you want to eat?”
Maybe Namnuea had caught the crazy bug himself, because he replied confidently, “How about we grab some McDonald’s?”
“Sounds good.” And so, the two men who were supposedly in a rush strolled to the car at a pace no faster than a limping turtle. By the time they finished eating and navigated through traffic to get home, Sailom’s mother was practically fainting from waiting, powerless to do anything but sit there.
Worse still, she’d be in for an even bigger shock if she learned the truth from Yiwa’s mother—that the runaway bride had fled with someone else.
This wasn’t just a bride scared of a little rain; she’d dodged a Thai tornado and hightailed it overseas.
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