Let me pretend

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Rating: Explicit
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Category: M/M
Fandom: |
KinnPorsche: The Series (TV)
Relationship: Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun/Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Pete
Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Porsche
Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun
Character: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun
Additional Tags: KinnPete ghost ship rise, Blindfolds, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Drunk Sex,
Both Pete and Kinn are tipsy, Consensual Sex, Angst, Crying, No
romantic attachment between Pete and Kinn, They are just very very
sad people missing their men
Stats: Published: 2022-07-05 Words: 1639

Let me pretend
by lovekagakuro

Summary

Pete and Kinn pretend to forget the men who left them behind.

"Say the name. Say the name you want to."

Pete shakes his head in denial.

"I know you want to say Vegas, Porsche."

And does Kinn realise what he has done? Or was every Theerapanyakul man out there to
play mind games with Pete?

"Say it," Kinn whispers.

"Vegas," Pete pants into his neck.

Notes

Enjoy :)

See the end of the work for more notes

As night falls on the Theerapanyakul mansion, Kinn drinks and drinks. Unfortunately, he has to
stop before he loses all his sensibilities because tomorrow he must go and try to find out more
about what Porsche and Vegas are upto. So he puts down the tumblr full of neat whiskey and
stumbles out of his room. He still doesn't want to sleep, he wants company. Being alone right now
might just kill him. He wants Porsche. He wants him so bad, but the damn maid changed his bed
sheets so he can't even smell the last of Porsche's scent and all his clothes are gone and Kinn just
wants..

So in the quiet night, he barges into Porsche's old room, looking to bury himself in the couch or the
bed his boyfriend used to sleep in, but he comes to a halt at the scene in front of him.

Pete is sitting on the table, cradling a beer in his hands and... crying. He looks up startled at the
sudden intrusion and it's only a testament to how tipsy he must be that he doesn't immediately get
up to greet Kinn. His eyes are wide as he gazes at his boss and they both stare at each other for a
few awkward moments. Then Kinn enters the room and closes the door behind him. Pete's eyes,
though drunk, seem to follow the movement warily.

"I just-," Kinn's voice catches in his throat. He just what? He just wanted to come and find his
boyfriends scent in a couch or a bed where he hadn't slept in who knows how long? Because
Porsche's figure lay beside Kinn every night, his body warmed up Kinn's bed and Kinn heated him
up, inside and out. But not anymore.

"Sir?" Pete questioned staring at Kinn who had broken off mid-sentence and lost himself in his
thoughts.

"Is this about Porsche?" Pete got up finally and he seemed to shake slightly from all the drinks he
had had till now, but regained his balance to walk towards Kinn.

"Mmm," Kinn cleared his throat. "I just wanted to talk about him."

"Please ask whatever you want to, Khun Kinn." Pete stood near him now, maintaining a respectful
distance. Kinn doesn't know what to say since he hadn't actually come to ask about Porsche.

"I'm tired. I think I'll go lie for a minute. Can you get me a glass of water?"

Pete blinked a couple of times at the abrupt change. "Okay Khun Kinn."

Kinn walked forward and brushed past Pete to enter his room where Porsche's old bed was
located.

Pete closed his eyes as Kinn went past him. That scent. Oh god. He hasn't smelled that scent in so
long. That combination of gentle spiciness that was so unique and exclusive only to Vegas. But as
Kinn went past him, that same fragrance drifted in the air. When had the man changed his
perfume? Or was it a theerapanyakul scent only thing? But then why hadn't he smelled it long
before Vegas? Or was it Vegas that made him realise that uniqueness?

Pete shook his head to get rid of all the questions and instead got a glass of water for Kinn. He
entered his dark room, holding the glass and stood over Porsche's bed where his boss lay sprawled,
his head buried in the pillow.

Pete knew he hadn't actually come with any questions and now he had a pretty good guess of what
Kinn was actually searching for.

"Khun Kinn, here's your water."

Kinn got up, letting his feet touch the ground, his hands on his knees. He raised his head to look at
Pete and his hand came up to grab the glass. And that's when it happened.

In the dark room, Kinn's fingers brushed against Pete's who flinched back at the contact. It didn't
help that Vegas- no Kinn's scent had reached him again, making his eyes water in remembrance.

Kinn looked at him and kept looking as he downed the glass of water. Pete didn't dare break off
eye contact, too confused to even blink. It was Kinn drinking the water, his throat making gulping
motions and yet all he could think of was Vegas' neck thrown back in pleasure.

Kinn placed the glass on the side table.

"You know why I'm here, don't you Pete?"

"I- I do, sir."

Kinn looked down with a self-depreciating laugh. "Its pathetic, isn't it?"

Great. Another theerapanyakul boy treating Pete has their therapist.

"Love is like that, Khun Kinn. It's a struggle that turns us all a little pathetic."

"And what about you Pete? Who are you trying to get over?"

Pete looked away. How was he supposed to answer that? He jaw twitched and Kinn looked at him
again, waiting for an answer.

"Just.. another boy like me, I guess."

"Want to forget them together?" Pete's head jerked towards his boss.

Kinn sat on the bed his eyes trained firmly on the man kneeling over his lap.

"Close your eyes," Pete said softly and Kinn did as commanded. A hand brushed over his hair and
Kinn's head followed along the movement. Then the hand cupped the back of his head and
straightened it again. It trailed down his forehead and caressed his eyes.

Pete placed a long strip on soft cotton cloth on Kinn's eyes, his hands reaching behind his head to
tie them gently, but firmly. Pete remembered Vegas tying the knot over his wrists and carried on
with the same tenderness.

If only Kinn knew.

"It's done. You can call me however you wish to."

"And you?"

Pete shook his head. "It's okay. All I need is your scent. It's the sa-," he broke off awkwardly.

"Hmm," Kinn's hands came up and gripped his hips. So that's why he agreed.

Their bare cocks lay together and Pete reached out a hand to touch them both. He slowly slid his
hand up and down, giving more attention to Kinn as his scent seemed to double.

Pete inhaled lightly as Kinn let out a broken, "Porsche."

Pete moved forward, letting Kinn's now hard length snuggle between his cheeks and grinded
down. He closed his own eyes for a second, to remove his boss's face from view and imagined a
room filled with Purples and Blues and Reds and a man who knew his every desire.

Kinn moves his hips up, pushing his dick against Pete's hole and Pete's eyes fly open, his arms
moving around Kinn's neck to grip tightly as the man starts to move. Pete's head falls down, resting
over Kinn's neck and between being called his best friend's name and superimposing Vegas' face
over his boss's, inhaling that intoxicating smell, he comes.

"Say the name. Say the name you want to."

Pete shakes his head in denial, still buried deep in Kinn's neck, his body shaking from his release.
Kinn turns his head to let his lips brush against Pete's ears.

"I know you want to say Vegas, Porsche."

And does Kinn realise what he has done? Or was every theerapanyakul man out there to play mind
games with Pete?

"Say it," Kinn whispers.

"Vegas," Pete pants into his neck.

"Vegas," he sobs. And sobs.

Kinn growls out suddenly, his hands coming to grip Pete around his waist. He twists them around
and slams Pete onto the bed, towering over him and rips the blindfold off his eyes.

Pete looks at him with tears streaming down his eyes and Kinn glares.

"Please," Pete begs. Please make me forget. Please make yourself forget. Please please please.

Kinn's hands grip the base of his knees and push them up roughly. He lines himself up and still
glaring at Pete, he pushes inside. Pete scrambles at the intrusion and Kinn falters for a second,
thinking he was hurting him.

"Keep going," Pete gasps. And so Kinn does. He seats himself inside Pete completely and closes
his eyes in bliss. Kinn's body starts to fold over him and Pete feels it barely a second before his lips
almost touch his.

Almost.
 The slap comes suddenly. Kinn rears up, realising what he had almost done. Pete glares up at him
and Kinn looks away sheepishly. "Sorry," he mutters.

Both of them had set some rules before starting this.. whatever this was. The main rule was no
kissing. Pete and Kinn had both huffed out little laughs at realising that they shared similar
thoughts about kissing only the people you liked.

"It's okay," Pete mutters back. "Just don't do it again."

"Now move."

Kinn smirks down at him and moves.

Pete cries out as Kinn decends into a series of thrusts, pushing and pulling in and out of Pete at a
speed that keeps on increasing, finding his prostate from time to time and drilling against it madly.

His arms go up to grip the pillow tightly, pressing his wrists together, trying to pretend, but the
rough thrusts make him unable to keep the position. Thankfully, Kinn's hands come to grip his
wrists together, but in separate hands.

Maybe it was a good thing.

Kinn presses down Pete's wrists, one on each side of his head, deep into the pillow and picks up
the pace. His grunts, Pete's moans and the sound of their rough fucking fill the air. And then Kinn
is coming, filling Pete to the brim, but he remains oddly silent, no broken mutterings of "Porsche"
leaving his mouth.

Kinn shakes and pants, their chests pressed together, the grip of his hands probably leaving bruises
on Pete's wrists. It's that thought that has Pete coming for the second time that night. He turns his
head to press his nose against Kinn's hair and whispers a final "Vegas".

Kinn's face buries itself in Pete's neck and they both lie there... pretending.

End Notes

Yeeaahhh so I wrote this. It was a long time coming and the end of ep13 was the final nail
in the coffin.

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