Chiang Mai.
"What are you-!?"
Saint's shouting was muffled by a hot kiss. He twisted his body, trying to break free but Zee was far stronger than him.
Zee ignored Saint's struggle instead he kissed him harder and tightening his grip on Saint's wrists above their heads.
Saint turned his head to the side as soon as Zee licked his lower lips and flinch when Zee latched on his neck.
"What the fuck Zee?! Get off me!" Saint gritted through clenching teeth, twisting his body harder under Zee.
Zee was livid. The effect from a bottle of scotch that he drunk was clouding his mind. Image of the fresh bruises underside Saint's jaw when he came home was making him anxious. Added with Perth's presence in his house, playing the role as a father to Phu, making Zee felt irritated. Even though he was the one who asked Saint to invite Perth into their house. His thought travelled to his conversation with Perth that evening in his home office.
"Thank you for coming here, to help Saint. Phu can be fussy sometimes,' He explained while smiling fondly. "Especially when I'm not around."
Perth smiled tightly, a brow raised, "My pleasure. I'm glad that I could help Saint since Phu is my son too." He laughed. "So expect to see me around a lot."
Zee's jaws ticked at that, but he casually offered a glass of scotch to Perth which the latter accepted. "I'm aware of that. But Phu is not used to stranger. He might take some time to get to know you since the closest people around him is his Mummy and Baba."
"He's already close to me, and calling me Daddy." Perth exclaimed putting down the empty glass on the top of the desk a little bit too hard.
"I see." Zee scowled behind his glass.
Zee leant down to suck at Saint's collar bone but the latter managed to tug his hand free before slapping his left cheek, hard. His eyes widened, staring straight at Saint underneath him.
"Zee! This is me! Saint!" Saint shouted cradling his face in his hands and shaking him, hard.
Zee squeezed his eyes shut and blinking them open. His eyes were glossy and red rimmed.
"Zee?" Saint called carefully staring straight into his eyes. He had never seen Zee acting like that before.
"Son?" Zee croaked out, voice hoarse.
"Yes, I'm here," Saint whispered out. "What happened?-" crying when Zee pulled him into a hug, his usual warm hug.
"Oh Lord," Saint sniffed, chest stuffed with anxiety and worry. "What happened Zee?" He asked again gently.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Son..." Zee cried into his chest, body shivering.
"Hey, hey.." Saint hushed him pulling the crumpled blanket to cover Zee who was shaking on top of him.
"I'm sorry..." Zee whispered again, refused to pull his face away from the comfort of Saint's chest.
Saint sighed into Zee's hair, rubbing his cheek against them. He tried to calm his thumping heartbeat, still in shock from Zee's unusual behaviour. Zee never acted like that before, even when he was angry from work. He would come home and lock himself in his office before coming out when he was calm. And yes, they had kissed before, but it was just harmless pecks on cheeks or head and a few times on lips accidentally. But Zee had never hurt him, or Phu.
"What's wrong Zee?" Saint coaxed gently. "You know you can tell me everything. What are you stressing about?"
Zee shook his head.
