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Assistant: Title: On Cam, Offroad.
        Author: lovelyk lovelyk 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: "Sometimes you get so close to someone, you end up on the other side of them."Offroad Kantapon, hidden in the secrecy of his own identity, found himself exposed at the center of the zoom - only this time, Oueiija wasn't behind the camera.‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧ MoodBoard on X
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              "Sometimes you get so close to someone, you end up on the other side of them."Offroad Kantapon, hidden in the secrecy of his own identity, found himself exposed at the center of the zoom - only this time, Oueiija wasn't behind the camera.‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧ MoodBoard on X
            
        

        
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      Disclaimer: This is a DaouOffroad AU, while inspired by their personalities, this story is entirely fictional - all the events, characters, and relationship dynamics are not meant to represent their real lives - this fan fiction was written out of admiration and respect for the artists, with no offence intended.Chapters: This work was initially meant to be divided into three chapters, 10k words each, but I got lost in inspiration, and now you have a four part work instead, all in one because I still struggle with AO3 ways. Please consider each "Take" as a chapter, so if you've already read the first chapter, you can proceed to Take 02. If you choose to read it all in one go, please take your time to digest each stage of the story. I hope you enjoy it! :)
    




  





    
        
          On cam, Offroad.  
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 "Sometimes you get so close to someone, you end up on the other side of them." 
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Will I see you again? - the voice trembled - eyes wide and hopeful as the naked boy watched that familiar silhouette against the window - the boy’s hair was messy, his breath still heavy from their hours together.Offroad stood at the edge of the room, adjusting his sleeves in silence, his shirt neatly buttoned, and jacket hanging perfectly - he had done what he came to do - another date, another dinner, another meaningless night, another someone eager to please, eager to be chosen - another someone soon to be no one. Offroad had done the boy good - he always did - his reputation was what brought these boys to him - but as he stood there, ready to open the door without looking back, there was no satisfaction or thrill - and that familiar emptiness took over, just like the knot in his throat and the anger building from the monotony of his polygamous life - it was a loop - a brief moment of heat - please to be pleased  - and nothing left behind.“P’To?” the voice came again and Offroad let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair, he didn’t turn around - there was no need - he had faced this scene too many times - different faces, different names, different places - but the same question, perhaps why he didn’t hesitate to answer “Don’t count on it.” his tone was assertive but always gentle, Offroad would never mistreat or humiliate his partners, but he also never saw the same one twice - so it was always like this - devoid of warmth, but never cruel - just final.The opening of the door broke the suffocating silence in that room - Offroad shut the plaque marked 1919 and walked toward the elevator - these so called dates were enough to ease the burden of his packed work schedule, but not enough to relieve his frustration - and so, Offroad didn’t say goodbye - not even a name would he remember, and all that remained in his mind was another good evening his manager had arranged.

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Offroad drove his black Mercedes - the city headlights cutting through the greys and the rains - he stopped at a busy traffic light, glancing at the rearview mirror - it was an intersection in Siam Square, and he found himself staring at nothing other than a giant billboard of his own face - his latest campaign, his smooth jawline, foxy eyes, and perfect skin - there it was, the flawless version that the world adored - but the more he saw his own reflection staring back at him from every angle, the foreigner it felt - was it Toto or was it Road? - he could no longer tell.Let’s not get it wrong - Offroad loved his work - in the last three years, he had achieved almost all his dreams, and the goals only multiplied with opportunities. It all started with a small photoshoot at his old gym - Offroad had a strong physique, and the duality achieved with his princess features caught the attention of those who saw the fit promo his personal trainer had at the gym entrance - from there on, opportunities flowed, and within six months, he became one of the most sought-after models - this opened doors for him to pursue his true dream of acting - the career started with small supporting roles, then progressed to secondary in dramas, and his next project would be a movie - yes, Offroad had dreamed of all this, and he was finally comfortable enough to provide the life he always promised his sister - the life he wished he could have provided to his parents as well - but it was too late and Alpha had become his only family, and that's what Offroad held on to when he questioned the limits of what he had become - now privacy was the one luxury he couldn't afford.It hadn’t always been like this - not at all - there were times when the streets felt like home - Offroad wasn’t a boy who stayed indoors, but rather the one who played football on a random street and came back with scraped knees and a wide smile - the kind of smile that now only seemed to appear when the photographer told him to.As he drove toward the urban area of the city, Offroad passed one of some food stalls he used to love - the smell of grilled meat and spices slipping through his car’s tinted windows - Offroad looked outside - the tables were packed, the laughter was loud, and nostalgia consumed him - before the fame, before the endless photoshoots, campaigns, and series that left no room for anything else. Now he couldn’t even step out of his car without risking a hurricane of cameras or people recognizing him - and the mere thought of sitting at one of those tables felt like another life, and that’s when it hit him: Offroad had lost the simple things.As Sukhumvit came into view, and Offroad crossed the gates of his luxury complex, the city chaos was replaced by the silence of exclusivity - the elevator ride felt as long as usual and Offroad didn’t even face the mirror - he checked the time instead “D@mn, already past 2 am” - he sighed remembering the photoshoot early in the morning - his steps were as heavy as his mind as he walked to the front door, sliding it open to reveal the huge, modern space that was his home - the only place that, despite being new, still held a part of his past self.Offroad set his keys aside and walked toward the kitchen counter, where he found a colourful note stuck to the microwave with the drawing of a teasing devil. "You took too long, no pizza left." Offroad chuckled - his little sister never ceased to amaze him - Alpha was nearly eighteen, but to Offroad, she would always be that little girl who dared to challenge anyone in the name of her big brother. The six-year age difference had felt like nothing when they were kids and would likely fade away completely once they were both adults - but for now, Offroad was her legal guardian, and lately, he’d been struggling to balance work and his duties as Alpha’s only parental figure.Offroad walked up the stairs - his mind already in his bed, but as he reached the upper floor, he heard something - “Ayee” Offroad immediately knew it came from Alpha’s room “That brat should be asleep hours ago.” without knocking, Offroad pushed the door - and he wasn’t surprised when his sister rushed trying to hide her phone under the covers, as if she could pretend she hadn’t been caught - AGAIN -“I’ve already given you three warnings, Alpha,” he said, his voice so firm that the weariness was impossible to miss, “You know the rules.” Alpha bit her lip, her hand still resting on the hidden phone now under the pillow, “I wasn’t..”, but Offroad cut her off “Don’t, I told you the last time that the next time, your phone would be gone.” her eyes widened, her voice not able to hide the frustration but trying her best on the pleading “But, P’, it was just -” Offroad moved towards the bed, reaching under the pillow and pulling the device from his sister grip before she could protest any further “I am taking it, you will get it back in three days.” And Offroad knew his sister was boiling at this point “You can’t do this, you are not my…” Offroad knew the speech, and he was as defensive as the younger “Don’t you dare finishing that sentence, three days.” Offroad repeated and Alpha knew he was serious “You need to sleep, you have school in the morning and I am not having this conversation again.” Offroad turned and left the room - he understood Alpha - but he promised to look out for her, to set boundaries, and no matter how much it annoyed her, how much Offroad hated to play this part - it was the promise he made their parents.

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Offroad sat across from his manager at a trendy café in the heart of Bangkok, pouting at his chicken salad after being scolded about his tired eyes during the photoshoot - the café was vivid enough to be catchy, but Offroad was zoned out, only nodding as P'James rambled on about future projects - until a sudden buzz on his pocket called him out to reality - he glanced down at the phone, realising that it wasn’t his - he forgot he still had his sister’s phone after last night’s little incident - as he peeked at the screen, a notification popped up from one of Alpha’s friends: "Our puppy is here!"Offroad frowned, immediately assuming his sister adopted a dog without telling him - She can’t be for real - but when he opened the notification, it wasn’t a dog that appeared on the screen - it was a TikTok of a grown ass man dancing - the video opened with a close-up of the man’s torso, his broad shoulders and strong muscles highlighted by a tank top - he moved in fluidity, syncing with the music - he had a presence and Offroad’s eyes moved up - and d@mn - what a face card, short dark hair, bony jawline, sharp cheekbones and heaven kissed skin - Offroad felt as if the boy was daring him to look away - this because he wasn’t just dancing - it felt like he was performing, the s@x appeal was crazy - arms flexed with controlled strength and a professional precision the choreography - and Offroad was momentarily gone - he then checked the comments below and of course - he found it blowing up, emojis and messages - praises, flirts and suggestive statements.P’James glanced over. “Ayo, Nong? What’s that?”, Offroad just blinked, locking the phone and shaking off the strange feeling the video had left him with. “It’s Alpha’s phone,” he was just trying to play it off, “Here, check it out.” P'James shook at the screen, his mischievous smirk giving him away. “Ohh, I know him.”“What do you mean, you know him?” P'James chuckled, leaning back in his chair, tone suddenly goofy, “That’s Oueiija. He’s a new influencer, just came onto the scene here in Thailand, he is originally from China, but he’s blowing up right now, mostly for his TikTok dance challenges, but he’s got crazy vocals too. You haven’t heard of him?”Offroad was even more confused - in his mind, Alpha and P'James following the same TikTok influencer didn’t add up. “No… I found it, well, Alpha and her friends call him ‘puppy.’ I don’t see that, though,” Offroad mumbled, scrolling through more of that Oueiija’s videos.P'James leaned forward, voice dropping slightly as if to reveal some big ass secret, “He is…let’s say he toys with his viewers sanity and enjoys it,” He looked around for a moment before adding, “There’s more to him... apart from the influencer stuff.” Offroad glared, sensing that his P’ was holding something, “His viewers sanity? What you even mean?”, P’James chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… he’s also got a, uh, side thing? You know, it’s one of those things, private link, invite only, but… yeah.” Offroad turned the phone over in his hand. “This guy is apparently the main topic in my sister’s group chat, so you better tell me everything you know about it. That’s when Offroad’s tone shifted, from suspicious to protective and that didn’t go unnoticed by P'James as he tried to calm him, “Chill mama lion, it’s not like it’s public knowledge, but well, in certain circles, people know. I’m sure Alpha’s only aware of his TikTok and his cute livestreams, he is quite good at keeping it separate from the influencer stuff, you don’t just stumble on that side of his content unless, well… you know what to look for.” Offroad’s gaze was now back to the screen. “The link, P’, I want all of it, and want it now.”‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧

Offroad was stubborn - he always had been - and that wasn’t about to change. Needless to say, he didn’t leave lunch until he had all the links to the “invite-only” side of user Oueiija and on the way home, Offroad convinced himself that all of this was purely for his sister’s safety - after all, he didn’t want Alpha going trough anything inappropriate - but deep down, he knew that at eighteen, the concept of “appropriate content” was a huge grey area, and Alpha probably already knew more than she let on - and even deeper down, even further, Offroad knew he was curious to see more of that piece of heaven - no, never mind - that was something to neither say aloud or to even think too clearly about.Upon reaching home and after a heated fight with Alpha about her phone, Offroad went back to his gaming chair just found himself stuck staring at the link P'James sent him - his thumb hovering over it - Offroad needed to know - so after a thousand sighs and uncountable questions he finally clicked, and the page loaded as fast as his expensive Wi-Fi would allow - the profile was minimal, different from the playful vibe Oueiija had on TikTok - this was plain, a short “183 cms boy”. Offroad took it personally, as if the man was doing him a favour “The d@mn attitude?” he growled at the screen - no, he shouldn’t click - but he wanted to - so he did. The first video was short - the same boy, shirtless, lean, muscular body glistering under a red light - he wasn’t dancing this time, just standing, his gaze intense, as if staring back at him - it was hypnotising, dangerously - Offroad scrolled, finding more videos, each one more suggestive than the last, relieved that, so far, nothing was explicit - not too explicit at least.Just as Offroad was rolling his eyes at the content, a notification popped up: OUEIIJA IS LIVE. Offroad wanted to join immediately, but then he realised he needed to sign up first. “D@mn it,” - morally, it wasn’t right, but who cared? - he thought as he signed up using his sister’s phone - all of a sudden his priorities shifted, and there he was - joining the live as "yellow marshmallow” - what a ridiculous username.“Hey there,” the boy greeted in a smooth, low tone “What’s up tonight?” Offroad chuckled, momentarily forgetting the fact that he was supposed to just be there for the sake of Alpha - but that voice made it hard, just like that smile - there was something about the intimate way this boy spoke - like he wasn’t talking to hundreds of people, like he wasn’t greeting an entire audience, like he wasn’t smiling for everyone else - no, it was like he was smiling for Offroad - and for Offroad only.“You guys make my nights,” he continued, lips shaping into a smirk as he leaned forward, closer to the camera, teasingly brushing on the mic and playing with the ASMR trend, “I think tonight, we should do something fun…” Offroad’s throat knotted again, questioning himself why was he still watching but did he move to close the app? No, he didn’t - his eyes stayed glued to the screen as the man toyed with the camera, adjusting the angle, the glow of the soft light catching the curve of his shoulders - Offroad noticed how the chat was blowing up with reactions, and Oueiija glanced at the screen, “Oh, you want that again, huh?” Offroad felt his face heat up. What is that?, the camboy leaned back, running a hand through his nape. “Alright, alright. Let’s take it slow,” he whispered softly, adjusting the camera one more time so he would be looking up to it, voice an octave lower. “Let’s enjoy this together, babe.”Offroad couldn’t believe what he was watching - or better saying, what he was feeling - the pull, the tension - nothing to do with protecting his sister - but everything to do with the way Oueiija teased - and Offroad suddenly wanted to grab that chin, slap that face with his already hard c@ck, make him behave on and off cam - “F@ck…” Offroad complained to no other than his arousal as the chat continued buzzing, and the live took on a more seductive vibe, Offroad felt a awkward itching of discomfort, but not the triggering one - the one that kept him there - eyes on the screen - his thumb on the comment box again, tempted to join in - but something held him back - so he sat quietly - little did he know that his visit would be anything but a one time thing.‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧ Three weeks - three d@mn weeks later, and Offroad found himself stuck in this embarrassing pattern - and no, not the usual one he would complain about - he wasn’t dissatisfied with his photoshoot schedules, meetings, or public events - those had become a background noises  now that his routine had morphed into something else - or better saying, someone else - user Oueiija, Oueiija, Oueiija.He hadn’t meant for it to go this far - but what began as a curiosity turned into desire and it was no longer the “desire” to protect Alpha - this desire was pure l@st and personal need. Offroad was now brushing off his manager’s offers to meet new people or attend high-profile events - his nights were spent glued to his screen, waiting for the notification that a certain someone had gone live again - he even joined online communities - Oueiija Official Fan Club - for god's sake.It always started the same - Offroad sitting in the dark, the only glow coming from his phone’s screen - well, let’s be honest - Alpha’s phone screen - Offroad had concocted countless excuses and even bought a new model for his sister, just so he wouldn’t have to log out of the account he didn’t even know the password for but had registered to catch Oueiija’s lives - and every time that notification popped up, Offroad’s heart raced.

Oueiija’s presence had become intoxicating - that voice, smooth and wrapped around Offroad like a snake - each stream was different, but the allure remained the same - the teasing, the way he toyed with the camera, as if speaking directly to him - Offroad no longer cared about the hundreds of others viewers - it always felt like Oueiija was putting on the show just for him. Offroad had become all too familiar with this - silently jerking off, his body reacting to Oueiija’s every movement and word - the need was overwhelming, and each release left him on the edge - there was no shame anymore - only the desire that built up the moment Oueiija's stream ended, leaving Offroad craving more, night after night - he was satisfied, but he needed more, more, more, more, off screen - no he needed to stop instead - to at least he tried to every night.As the weeks passed, it became harder to focus during the day and Offroad couldn’t get Oueiija out of his head - the way his body moved, the way he spoke, the way he made Offroad feel things he had never let himself feel before - it had taken over his mind in ways he hadn’t planed, leaving him disconnected from everything around him - and worse, Offroad began to wonder if Oueiija knew. Could he tell that "yellow marshmallow" was becoming one of his most devoted viewers? Could he feel the pull, as strongly as Offroad did? - Offroad had become delusional - pathetically, miserably, insanely - delusional.These thoughts haunted him, even after the live ended and he was laying in bed with his heart still racing - it was addictive - Offroad had told himself this countless times that it had to stop, yet every night was the same - the phone in his hand, the screen lighting up, and Oueiija’s voice pulling him back in - and now, after three weeks of jerking off to the streams, Offroad felt like he out of control - and he couldn’t keep living like this, tethered to a man who didn’t even know he existed beyond a username - but deep down, Offroad knew - he was too far gone to stop - so on the same night he had decided to put an end to this insanity - he ended up doing something else - for three weeks, he was silent - lurking, never daring to engage, just soaking in Oueiija’s every move - he hadn’t even commented once, let alone made his presence known in the chat -  but tonight that was about to change “You got this Road” - he mumble to no other than his own instability.Oueiija’s live notification popped up, and like every night, Offroad felt his pulse quicken - he opened the app - the familiar red lighting was the background - and soon came that easy, teasing tone of Oueiija’s voice, and the melting gaze contrasting with the bold movements - Offroad looked down at the screen, his thumb over the black box Chat Request. F@ck it, Offroad jaw tightening as he swiped his thumb across the screen and clicked the button.After a long and torturous pause, a message popped up, outlining the guidelines for the private session: Respectful behaviour only  
Off special request, rudeness or aggressive behaviour will not be tolerated. 
   No illegal requests 
 Special requests should be discussed in advance  
If you have something specific in mind, make sure to ask in advance trough the intro private box. Don’t expect anything extreme without first making sure it’s something I do. Solo performances only  
I’m a solo performer. Don’t request interactions with other people or ask about third parties. No personal information
  I’m here as Oueiija  - don’t ask for personal details about my life or identity. 
   No Recording or Screenshots 
 Consent  
Everything we do here is based on consent - mutual respect and boundaries.  Roleplay Requests  
I’m open to roleplay  - just let me know what you’re into, and we’ll see if it’s something I can do - please be clear about what you’re asking. Other viewers/performers  
This session is about me and you, don’t bring other performers or third part viewers. Offroad read the rules two or three times, his thumb passing over each point - all seemed reasonable, which made him feel safe. After all, he too, as a celebrity, liked to maintain some privacy, and being part of such content could be a scandal for his career - and that was the last thing he wanted - so after several moments of hesitation, he clicked to request a 30 minute private session - and he waited - camera off, mic off, and absolutely, sanity off.Then, the light flickered, the chat window disappeared, and suddenly - that well known figure took over the entire screen - Offroad held his breath as all his illusions turned into reality - in that chat room, it was just Offroad and Oueiija - the first few seconds were awkward silent, until the familiar voice cut through the rushing, pounding blood in Offroad’s veins - “Yellow Marshmallow,” Oueiija teased in a low voice, one that triggered Offroad even more, as if his username wasn’t embarrassing enough, the tiktoker had to highlight it, just when Offroad was about to close the chat, he heard the other “you know I don’t usually accept lurkers, but I’ve noticed your presence has been pretty consistent on my streams, so I decided to give it a try.”Offroad didn’t react, he didn’t even move from his chair, his both hands resting on his knees as his eyes watched every detail on the screen - he noticed how Oueiija titled his head to the empty space where Offroad’s camera should be - finding nothing but a black space - Offroad knew he couldn’t show his face, and it was as if Oueiija could hear his thoughts, “You don’t have to show yourself or talk,” his voice calming but with the usual hint of seduction “If you’re into some reality show kind of thing, just watching, I can do that too.”Offroad’s throat tightened and all this suddenly felt too real, too intimate, “No pressure. Just let me know what you want,” the other murmured, his voice inviting and Offroad finally decided to get a hold of himself, after all, he was everything but innocent and he had a thousand casual dates - and none of it was trough a screen so what was he even intimidated by? With no further hesitations he typed on the chat window: Please put the camera higher and look up to me.The boy smirked as he glanced at the message, reaching for the camera and adjusting the angle, tilting it upward slightly as he sat back, looking up into the screen with wide eyes, almost innocent - the subtle change was so loud - those siren gazes becoming puppy like - the kind that made Offroad understand the nickname “Like this?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper and it sounded so melodic to Offroad that he didn’t think before sending the next request: On your knees. This time, Oueiija’s smirk came with a chuckle, but not a provocative one - a promising one as he sat back on both knees - and the sight went straight to Offroad’s desire as he felt himself hardening under his grey pant - the way that boy looked up at him with pleading eyes, broad shoulders and muscular frame contrasting with the new forming pout, “F@ck…” With a shaky hand, Offroad finally clicked his mic on, and his voice came out deeper than he expected, rougher and more demanding, “Yeah, just like that, move your chin up baby.”If Offroad didn’t know the boy probably did this on a daily basis, he would have thought he was just as captivated - the way his eyes flickered with something Offroad hadn’t seen before in the community streams - but Offroad knew it was just an act - after all, Oueiija was being paid for this content, and Offroad was the one paying for it - and was with this in mind that Offroad leaned forward to the mic, the new atmosphere giving birth to a confidence that wasn’t there before “Pretty puppy…you look so good like this, as if you want nothing but my…”And Offroad expected anything but the reaction that followed his words - Oueiija parted his lips slightly, a soft exhale inviting whatever Offroad had to offer - hands slowly moving to his sides, as if waiting for a new command - and Offroad didn’t hesitate to give “Hands behind your back,” he ordered, watching as the smirk turned into a delighted smile, the puppy eyes widening for a second as the boy moved both hands behind him - wait, Oueiija is a brat? Offroad never had the patience for brats, but this… this was different - and all the flashbacks from TikTok videos, live streams, photos - it felt like Offroad knew him better, like Oueiija was teasing him just because he could - and Offroad wanted to teach him his place “Like this?” The voice pulling Offroad out of his thoughts just to take in the sight in front of him - or rather, the sight on the screen that he wished was right in front of him - the look of submission on that big body becoming painful inside his pants - and Offroad pressed his mic with a strength that wasn’t necessary at all, “Just like that big pup, now stay, eyes up here.”, and for a second, he wished his camera was on or he wished there was no camera to begin with - the way Oueiija just stood there, frozen, just like Offroad told him to, his obedience being the biggest turn on, totally challenging his misbehavior aura.Offroad’s hands moved instinctively, sliding down his torso, hovering over his pants, his eyes never leaving those puppy ones - he could feel the tightness building in his chest, the need coursing through him, growing stronger - and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way, this primal need to consume - and that big boy was there, just for him - Offroad slipped his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing against the heat as his breathing became uneven, his strokes slow at first, trying to keep control - but it was futile, the more he stared at the screen, the faster he moved - and his thumb, initially teasing, was soon pressing firmly against the sensitive tip - Offroad thought his m@s@ch@st side was death - but suddenly it was wide awake. “F@ck…” he muttered, staring into those eyes, those parted lips, and it felt like Oueiija was just as eager - eager to please, eager to obey, eager to be his submissive big boy, eager to be totally painted in Offroad’s whites - a soft moan came out as a needy plead, he needed to mark that boy as his, to contour his jawline with his pre-c@m and to tell him how much of a pretty sin he was “Pup…so good, my pretty puppy…” the words slipped out, and it was as if Oueiija could hear him - his lips parted even wider, the tip of his tongue brushing against his lower lip as if inviting Offroad, offering himself in complete surrender.Offroad envisioned every detail - Oueiija kneeling in front of him, obeying every command with perfect compliance, those eyes fluttering shut as he continued his ministrations, those lips parting in silent acceptance of everything Offroad had to give - and he would take it all, just like a good boy. “F@ck…such a good pup, such a good boy…” the image in his mind was so vivid that Offroad shut his eyes and he could almost feel the taste of sweat mingled with salt on his tongue - recalling the glistening sheen from Oueiija’s dances - it was consuming, so close, so vivid that Offroad’s hips bucked, thrusting into nothing but imagining everything as he came, “Ou…Ou…” but he couldn’t finish the name, his release intense, chest heaving, leaving a mess all over the screen - and when Offroad opened his eyes and saw that beautiful image of Oueiija on the screen, now covered in off-white he cursed under his breath - “So pretty, you are so d@mn…beautiful…”The silence didn’t last long, because before Offroad had fully come down from his climax, he heard “So pretty, you sound so d@mn…beautiful…”, that’s when realisation hit him - he hadn’t turned off the mic - he immediately went blank staring at the screen - Oueiija remained static, still on his knees, but there was a new glint in those deep eyes - an unspoken dare - and Offroad felt his cheeks burn with the intensity of a thousand suns, “You don’t have to be quiet, you know,” the boy said and Offroad leaned forward, tempted to shut down the call until, “If I knew you sounded this good I would’ve added special rules for this call…” there it was, the exclusivity, the making him feel special that Offroad didn’t want to feed - Oueiija leaned closer to the camera, and even tho Offroad had his camera off it felt as if their eyes locked. “I hope you’ll let me hear you again.” Offroad wanted to give the same mechanical words he used after every date - “Don’t count on it.” - but this time, he knew better, so he was thankful the session reached its time limit before he could answer.

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The session had barely ended and Daou was already chuckling, still kneeling in the position that yellow marshmallow had asked for him to stay - curious - normally, clients who were so straight with their requests were the ones who showed everything - but not this time - that black, anonymous screen should have made for just another boring evening for Daou, or better saying, for user Oueiija - but that voice at the end… it was something else. “Hot… that was f@ck@ng hot,” Daou said aloud, stepping toward his desk and adjusting the camera back to its usual angle.Daou wasn’t affected by his clients - he learned early on to build walls, keeping his emotional and physical boundaries intact - after all, it was just a job - not one he intended to make a career, but one that had definitely boosted his popularity so far - Daou knew the role he had to play as Oueiija, and he played it well - keeping his clients satisfied without letting them get too close - but today, it was a bit different - there was something about that yellow marshmallow, of all usernames - it was the rawness in his voice, unfiltered, so desperate - as if he was the one demanding and dominating but, at the same time, the one begging for it - yes, there was something foreign there but also something familiar, like if he heard this voice before - regardless, it was something Daou decided to shake off - so he choose to call it a day and go out to treat himself to some delicious food - after all, he wouldn’t get stuck on some random voice - clients will be clients, and even that wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for the next notification on his screen - his thumb paused at the request - yellow marshmallow booked for an hour session tomorrow - “Guess I’ll be hearing you again,” he whispered as he accepted the request in amusement - and he was looking forward to it. The next session soon became the next week, and the next week became the next day, and the next day became the next hour - it was just like that - silent orders from one side, and Daou obeying, moving exactly as told, on the other - the tension and chemistry were unspoken but so loud, by every sound, every moan, every word - eventually Daou gave in and he began to pleasure himself to the beautiful sounds of that, still faceless, yellow marshmallow would gift him with.
  You’re such a good puppy.
Now stay still.
Just like that.
F@ck so pretty.
Open up for me.
Ou, my pretty Ou. 
The way that voice praised him without ever being vulgar, the intensity followed by that begging need - it consumed Daou and he was addicted by now - he wanted more, craved it, but always did as told - it was his job, after all - his eyes would always stay locked on the black square, imagining the figure on the other side - and he acted as if he didn’t need anything more than this - but he did - and the desire grew to the point of having him cursing at the strict rules he’d set for himself - there was no small talk, no emotional exchanges - just the raw intensity that somehow no one dared to mention - until the day, when everything changed.

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“Clear enough? If needed, you can take the contract to read and reread as many times as necessary. Keep in mind that the terms are clear, and the conditions non-negotiable.”Daou extended his hand, pulling the hefty stack of printed pages filled with countless clauses and conditions that had already been explained to him - he sighed - this wasn’t something he could let slip away, and the sooner he took this chance, the better - he always wanted to be a singer, that was the ultimate goal but this - this was also a way - he has been waiting for this so no second thoughts should be allowed in, “No need,” Daou replied, voice matching the cold professionalism of the man in the suit sitting across the desk. “I’m aware, and the answer is yes.”“Alright, then guess I’ll see you next week. I advise you not to be late and to make sure your profile stays in a low profile until the date.” Daou only nodded, face neutral but mind haunted for unknowns - he left the room with a small bow and the moment he stepped outside the building he reached to his phone - only that this time, it wasn’t his best friend the first person that came to his mind.
‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧ Offroad was sprawled on his couch - he should be studying his latest lines for his new role, but after the heavy meal of fried pork to celebrate his sister’s finals, his stomach was too full for his brain to function - so he stayed like a potato cat, his phone resting in his hand as he scrolled mindlessly - not really looking, just killing time, but then, a familiar notification lit up his screen.
  Oueiija is live.
His first reaction was to frown. Private sessions were usually after midnight, and the general live streams around 10 PM - it was only 4 in the afternoon, something felt different and he wondered why was Oueiija live at this time - regardless, Offroad told himself that it was probably nothing -  just yesterday they had such a heated session that he even fell asleep with his hand inside his underwear - calm down, yes, Offroad is not the messy type, but he lost count of how many times they came together, and exhaustion got the best of him.The live stream loaded quickly, revealing Daou in his usual setup - or similar, because the lighting was brighter than usual and the boy himself looked… off - not tired, exactly, but quieter - his face wasn’t as playful and his eyes not as sparkling.Offroad sat up straighter, trying to read what was behind that serious gaze and feeling worrisome consuming his chest - because that was just Offroad being the caring Offroad, only this time, he was suddenly worried about a stranger, “Hey, everyone,” the puppy started, his voice naked of its usual flirtation. “Thanks for joining me, I know it’s a little off schedule, but I wanted to share this as soon as possible.” the chat filled with messages immediately but Offroad barely glanced at them - because his focus was entirely on Oueiija, on the way he seemed to be carefully choosing his words, his signature sporadic and bold statements turning into measured systems.“I’ve got something,” the boy continued, leaning forward slightly, “It’s a bit of an announcement.”Offroad’s throat knotted right there - he didn’t know why, but that tone was screaming bad news, “Maybe I don’t tell you this enough, but I’m so grateful for all of you who support me.” Offroad’s thumb was threatening over the closing window - he knew it, but he didn’t want to hear it - “I’ve decided it’s time for me to step back from this side of my work, starting today, there won’t be any more private sessions or live streams here, I know it sounds bad but trust me, it’s not…” Offroad’s stomach rejected the entire meal and its grandmas at the words - he hadn’t even realized how much he’d come to rely on these moments - on the way those sessions had become something he took for always and now it felt like was slipping away, out of his control, out of his reach, out of his radar - and there was nothing he could do to stop it.“This isn’t goodbye. I’ll still be around, on other platforms and you are more than welcome to keep up, I hope you’ll all understand.” The chat exploded with reactions - some supportive, others disappointed, a few confused and some triggered - but Offroad didn’t type anything, actually, he didn’t even move - he just stared at the screen, fingertips numb at the news. “Thank you for everything,” Oueiija said finally, his voice so sure and unbothered that every bone in Offroad’s body was figuratively breaking “Thank you for everything.” And with that, the stream ended.The screen went dark, leaving Offroad staring at his reflection in the now-blank phone - he didn’t know what he was feeling - he had always been so careful - even on his usual dates he always kept the control - but now? Was like the distance failed to protect him - how was he possibly more addicted to a screen than he has ever been to a real life partner? For the first time in a long time, Offroad felt like he was losing something - something that wasn’t his to begin with.“This isn’t goodbye. I’ll still be around.”

Offroad aggressively tossed his phone onto the couch as the words replayed in his head like a broken record, the device bouncing against the cushion as a frustrated growl escaped his lips - he couldn’t sit still - the suffocating words forcing him to stand up as he began pacing, fists clenched at his sides - so that was it - the guy he’d spent weeks with, the one who had followed his every command, who had looked up at him with those wide, obedient eyes, waiting for his approval - he was just another pathetic attention seeker, another influencer looking for gigs - and Offroad? Was just another client - and even that wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for the demoniac voices whispering.
  You aren’t special.
Offroad hated how pathetic it sounded - even in his own head was humiliating - but it was true, wasn’t it? Oueiija reactions during their sessions, the way he seemed to come alive at his commands, the way it felt like he wasn’t just performing - it had all seemed real - and Offroad was fooled enough to believe it was - all those nights, all that tension, all those - f@ck@ng moans - and now…nothing, realization hitting him - nothing he could do - he couldn’t even DM him privately anymore and he sure wouldn’t attempt into his instagram box.
  It wasn’t real.
The thought felt like a punch to the gut - Offroad was stupid - so f@ck@ng stupid - to believe it was. First came the anger - coursing through his veins like poison - and he remembered how Oueiija had smiled during their sessions - how he looked at him like… like he was more than just a voice on the other end of the screen - f@ck, it was all a act - “How could I be so f@ck@ng dumb?” he hissed to himself - he wanted to scream, to let it all out - maybe this was karma, he wondered if all those boys he left behind felt the same way he was feeling now - deserved, maybe he deserves thisThis isn’t goodbye.But it was - it was goodbye to everything that mattered - Offroad moved to the couch and picked back his phone - staring at the screen, thumb hovering over Oueiija’s - he could block him, erase him, pretend like none of this had ever happened - block his TikTok, his instagram, his YouTube -  But he didn’t - he couldn’t - finally Offroad was on the other side, he was small, invisible, another chess play - and Oueiija played him well.

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The elevator was always up to the twenty-third floor - but today, Offroad swore it was climbing to the 230th - Offroad was hungover - last night, his sober thoughts were so loud that he had to drown them all in whiskey, and let’s note that Offroad is not a drinker, so his puffy face and downcast eyes were so big that, finally, his thoughts became silent - Oueiija, Oueiija, Oueiija - all Offroad wanted was to free himself from the monotony he had found in poligamy, and although he did conquer temporary satisfaction, the consequences had been far greater than their worth.“You are late,” he heard P’James say the moment he stepped out of the elevator - Offroad rolled his eyes at the obvious statement, not even bothering to give any excuses, heading straight to the conference room where he knew the first table read for their upcoming movie was being held. Offroad pushed the glass door open and walked in, the producers and directors looked up from their scripts, slowly nodding as he entered - Offroad did a small bow, too bothered to even scan the room. Usually, he would look at every new participant for their roles, but today, he just wasn’t into it - his eyes were glued to the script and his mind nowhere to be found - after all, Offroad was the main lead and with that comes not only responsibility but also some privileges, so one meeting with a offset mind wouldn’t be such a big deal - but he was terrible wrong and he only realised that upon hearing that familiar voice “Pittaya Saechua, my first name is Daou and I am honoured to be part of this upcoming project, it’s my first time acting but I promise I will do my best.”Offroad felt as if a million icebergs were trying to pierce through his skin, his entire body stiffening at the sound of that voice, he didn’t even need to look - because that sound was unmistakable - smooth, controlled, with a glimmer of humility but still so assertive - yes, this was the voice Offroad had spent countless nights listening to, commanding, craving - Oueiija, Oueiija, Oueiija.Suddenly, the room turned into a submerged tunnel, absorbing the walls around Offroad - and the air felt heavy, suffocating, and Offroad needed a moment to collect himself before glancing up - his gaze locking onto the source of that destabilising sound - and there he was - standing on the other side of the table, smiling politely, all dressed up, his “good boy” hair with its signature slight tousle - Oueiija, User Oueiija - that perfect jawline, bright skin, lips that looked like they were painted with a soft brush, and those eyes - those eyes that seemed to give and take everything at once - f@ck those sharp eyebrows were always a challenge, yet Offroad knew that with just one command, those eyes could soften and could become so puppy-like - for him “Ou, my pretty Ou.” Offroad was waiting for something - anything - to happen until he was snapped back to reality “P’To, here’s your water,” the intern said from his side and Offroad’s gaze briefly turned toward the voice but was immediately drawn back to Daou, and that’s when it hit him.
  He doesn’t know me.
Offroad couldn’t let go of it - well yes, it was his choice to never show himself on camera, but the fact that Oueiija - or better saying, Daou, didn’t know him - couldn’t even recognise him and gave no hint of familiarity, no spark of recognition - this was just another level of triggering. Daou finished his introduction, bowing slightly before sitting down - his eyes briefly flicked toward Offroad, giving him a polite smile that made the younger’s stomach knot.“Thank you, Khun,” the director said, signalling to Daou. “Your audition was excellent, I’m sure you’ll do a great job.”The table read kept going and - needless to say - Offroad struggled to focus, because when Daou was silent, his presence felt like a scream in the room - Offroad kept wondering how - how could someone who had literally built a career out of seduction now sit there so composed, so unassuming? But Offroad stopped himself from judging - he knew better than anyone that Daou wasn’t just about that - he was a talented singer, an exceptional dancer, and… - NO - Offroad refused to compliment him, not after everything - not after Daou had left everything behind and was now sitting there acting like he belonged - the only thing Offroad wanted was to detach himself from this monotonous reality, and yet somehow, he’d lost even that and ended up dragging his off life to his in life.

Offroad had reached his limit by lunchtime - so he grabbed his coffee, gripping it tightly as he muttered to his manager about needing to leave early to check some details about his character - of course, as the lead actor, Offroad had some privileges, and with the workshop not starting until the end of the week, it was fine - but before he could step out of the room - that suffocating space that felt more like a straitjacket - he heard the voice he least wanted to hear. “Khun Toto.” Daou’s voice was polite, humble, almost a whisper as he stepped closer with a small bow - but the use of his artistic name was enough to unleash anger under Offroad’s veins, “I just wanted to say how much I respect your work and how thankful I am to get the chance to be on set with you,” Daou began, eyes briefly meeting Offroad’s before flicking away again. “I’ve followed your career for a while, so I promise I’ll do my best to be deserving of standing in the same film where you’re starring.” the words were gentle, sincere - but for Offroad, it felt like nails on a chalkboard.“Is that why you’re here?” Offroad interrupted, not his usual tone - more in a mocking way that was foreigner to his personality, “Are you a stalker?” Daou blinked, taken aback by the accusation. “No, I’m here to work hard and do my best and…” “Good,” Offroad cut him off once again, not even looking directly at those sharp eyes he missed so much, “Because I don’t need a fan following me around so you’re going to be on this set, focus on your job, this isn’t a fan meet.”Daou’s face was showing but he quickly masked it, bowing slightly once again,“Of course, Khun, I’ll make sure to stay focused.”Offroad didn’t reply, he simply turned on his heel, heading for the exit, but he wasn’t alone for long and he noticed the sound of P’James’s footsteps following him closely, once they reached Offroad’s office, P’James didn’t wait to speak, “What the hell was that, Nong?”Offroad replied avoiding eye contact. “What was what?” And not even Offroad could believe his own actions or tone, “You know exactly what,” P’James shot back, he wasn’t the scolding strict manager, but he knew something was off “Your attitude just now? What are you doing? You do realize he’s older than you, right? And what was that - “ But Offroad cut him off, “He doesn’t belong here,” and that’s when P’James’s eyebrows shot up,“Doesn’t belong here? Daou got this role because he earned it. Just because you’re the lead doesn’t mean you get to treat people like that. You’re better than this.”Offroad sighed, part of him knew P’James was right, but his frustration was too loud to hear reason, “You’re the one who showed me his… well, you know, whatever he was doing online. That’s promiscuous and can - ”“Don’t even,” P’James eyebrows knitting together as his finger called out Offroad, “Part of his contract was to stop those online business, so refrain from exposing it. You know d@mn well how hard it is to get a role in this industry, and Daou’s been nothing but hardworking. He’s a talented singer, and this role could be - ” Offroad’s phone rang and he glanced at the screen, thankful for the distraction. “I have to go,” he said walking past P’James, but before he stepped out the door, he could hear his manager in a serious tone, “You’re a professional so better act like one. Be respectful. This isn’t you.”Offroad mumbled walking away “Professional. If only being professional was that simple.”‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧

“So if you remove the X to the other side, you can calculate its value,” Est, Daou’s best friend and housemate, explained to his little brother while pointing at the math board in their shared living room - but the lesson was interrupted by the loud sound coming from the main hall,“What a f@ck@ng idiot,” Daou growled as he stepped inside, heading straight to Pond and kneeling next to him. “Nong, do you have an idol? A celebrity crush?” the boy, who was only nine, stared at him in confusion before shaking his head - and Daou only sighed, nodding as he patted the younger’s shoulder, “Good, don’t. They’re all the same - fake ass hypocrites, full of themselves off-screen.”Est immediately moved the pencil away, glaring at his friend, “Language.” He warned, eyes scanning his little brother so he would ignore the swearing, “What happened to you? I thought you’d be back with a giant smile, showing off your new script. How was it?”“It was fine,” Daou muttered as he headed to the fridge, yanking it open and grabbing coke, talking a long sip before letting the cold carbonation settle in his chest - Est could read the room easily as he nodded his little brother to leave them for a one on one - the boy did as told, with a wide smile because that was equal to the lesson being over for the day - Daou sat down at the table, setting the can down with a no needed rudeness “Fine like, the script is great, the director is amazing, and the cast…well….” Est knew Daou was excited not only about the job opportunity - that was the bonus if we are being honest -  he has been yapping about the main star since the day he knew, “Well? Go on? What happened? Did they change the cast? Didn’t you met the one and only Kanpanton?”Daou rolled his eyes at his friend’s words, his fingers tapping on the side of the can “It’s Kantapon, Offroad Kantapon, and his artistic name is Toto,” Daou corrected in pettiness. “Toto right, so? What about him?” Est pressed, his tone was still teasing and playful even tho he could clearly feel something was bothering the other, Daou leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table before starting, “I introduced myself, told him how much I respect his work, how thankful I am to be part of the same project, and he called me a stalker, said he doesn’t need a fan following him around and told me to focus on my job as if I am some delusional kid who doesn’t belong there, I am older than him, do you know how much I had to hold back?” Est chuckled, half worried and half mocking the situation “Carefully choosing your idol next time, you’ve been talking about him nonstop since you got the role, you were even hallucinating his voice in one of your clients.” He teased poking his friend arm - but Daou immediately swatted his hand away - whining in annoyance “Shut it…when he started acting four years ago, it was inspiring to me, he came from nothing and worked hard to achieve all he has now, so it felt like a sign to keep going, and you know d@mn well I was so close to giving up on my dream of becoming a singer… now I get this opportunity as an actor, and it could be a turning point in my career, so I just… yeah, maybe I was wrong about him.”Upon hearing such words Est switched his mood in sync, “People have bad days, maybe he was just in a mood.” But that was everything but wha tdaou needed to hear “Does a mood give you the right to treat others like insects? He didn’t even look at me, he just dismissed me like nothing, not even thank you, not a hint of appreciation, if I didn’t know better I would say he was disgusted by my presence.” Est tried to measure his words, tapping Daou’s shoulder lightly,“That sucks, and maybe, yeah, it wasn’t a mood, and he does suck, but you don’t know and also don’t let one interaction tell you everything, you deserve to be there just as much as he does, you earned this role. You’ve been working on your platforms for years, and we both know your talent is underrated, I’ve been telling you, you are bigger than this industry, and you’ll show it to everyone, even this Toto.”Daou chuckled softly, something shifting in his expression as he took another sip of his coke, “D@mn right I will. I’ll make him swallow those words, if not more than that.” And it was the small smirk on Daou’s face that gave him away - Est glared - before pinching his arm. “Don’t. Be professional. F@ck@ng the main lead won’t do you any good on your first role.” Daou’s eyes widen at him in fake shock. “Who said anything about f@ck@ng?”Est rolled his eyes, standing up and making a blah blah blah gesture as he walked away “I know that look, and I say no, don’t do it, I am heading to the gym, see you later.” Daou chuckled internally, whispering to his half empty can “Professional. If only being professional was that simple.”
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Being professional wasn’t that simple - no, nothing was simple since Oueiija made his way into Offroad’s life - the monotony he was craving to break was now what he missed the most - there wasn’t a single day anymore when Offroad woke up bored or thirsting for excitement - no - every day now was filled with a quiet anxiety, a nervous something that both annoyed him and made him not care about the traffic on his way to work - because he knew that at every shoot, every rehearsal, every workshop, he would see who he didn’t want to but always craved for - Oueiija - and even that wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for Offroad’s bruised ego - or better saying, yellow marshmallow’s ego, the one left abandoned in the anonymity he had created himself - architecting his own misery just to whine about it after - pathetic - it had been the expectation, hope, wanting more than he had ever given - Offroad knew he had no reason to feel this way, but he did. And every time he saw Oueiija - Daou - it triggered him even more. Not because the “all rounder” star was doing it wrong - but because Daou did everything right - there was nothing he couldn’t do - from the simple task to the most challenging one - and Offroad felt a selfishness in his emotions, he didn’t want this - because Offroad already knew and he would lock it for himself - a gatekeeper. It was as if Offroad had been sure from the very first day that Oueiija was a star. But now, he wasn’t just Oueiija - he was Daou, and his talent was being noticed by everyone - and Offroad wanted to praise him, wanted to say how much he enjoyed seeing him shine - but at the same time, he didn’t. Because there was still that bitter taste of abandonment and that raw need to have, to own, to keep - and of course - all his frustration spilled into curt responses and poorly veiled criticism whenever Daou tried to make conversation - and worse, Daou was always so sweet, which only made Offroad even more fervent - more angry, more greedy. “What do you mean a last minute schedule?” Offroad’s eyes turned flaming the moment he heard his manager, P’James’s voice was in chaos as he kept going, “They just confirmed. You need to attend. This is one of the main events from the upcoming lineup, and it’s a private one. The industry won’t let our name go if we skip this.” The eye roll was followed by a sigh as Offroad glanced at his Rolex. “It’s 7 PM. How do you expect me to attend a gala that’s set to start at 9 on the other side of the city? This is Bangkok. Not to mention, I don’t have any proper clothes, and I gave P’Rinda the day off.” Offroad felt like this nonsense couldn’t go much further and that this time they would have to let it go, but P’James’s panic was real, just like the two other staff members pacing around with phones pressed to their ears - noises, voices, rings, tones.“There’s no time.”
“We will never get away with it!”
“P’To is on the list. They say he needs to be there.”
“The crowd is already waiting for his name.”The overlapping voices swirled around Offroad, who was about to tune it all out until a familiar voice came through. “Excuse me? I was on my way out, and I happened to overhear…” Offroad’s tired eyes instantly became foxy upon seeing the tall figure making his way inside the room, “Daou, what happened? We are in a rush, can whatever you need wait until tomorrow? If you have any questions about the…” but Daou just stepped closer, raising a reassuring hand with a small bow, “Nothing like that, P’James. I was just passing, and if you need, I might be able to help. I have my bike parked here. I can make it to the MGlow building in about 20 minutes.” Offroad frowned, but P’James’s eyes were sparkling, pupils wide with a miracle as he clapped his hands. “Yes, yes, yes! Nong Daou, yes! You heard him?” And before Offroad could process the absurdity of the situation, he felt P’James’s hand wrap around his wrist, pulling him toward the entrance where Daou was standing, “You, GO! I will get a stylist the moment you get there and meet you as soon as possible.” Offroad immediately glared back at his manager before his eyes met Daou's smiling ones, the steady expression only fuelling Offroad's anger "P'James, I am not..." but the push on his back left him with pretty much only one choice “Trust me, this is important for your career, for the upcoming project and future opportunities” and Offroad had to remind himself about being professional.Offroad followed Daou into the parking lot and - unsurprisingly - even the click of the other’s keychain was triggering - but not as triggering as when Offroad spotted the infamous white Ducati parked nearby - yes, infamous, because Offroad had seen this bike enough times on Oueiija’s TikTok, where Daou would flaunt it - shirt unbuttoned - letting the wind play with it for no reason - Offroad’s jaw clenched at the flashbacks. Upon reaching the motorbike, Daou gently caressed the wheel as if greeting the vehicle and Offroad scoffed at the scene, quickly masking it when Daou turned back extending a helmet. “Here, my baby will get us there quickly.” Offroad stared at the helmet for a few seconds, considering if he should or shouldn't bring an attitude but giving into his primal needs, “This will ruin my hair, no need for a helmet, everyone can drive without one, even the taxi bikes.” but Daou’s expression made it clear he was having none of it, “This is not a scooter, Khun. If you want to make it there in one piece and on time, you have to put it on. Besides, P’James said there will be a stylist waiting for you.” Daou extended the helmet again, only to be met with Offroad crossing his arms and turning away with a defiant glare. “I’m not doing it. If anything, you put it on for me.”Daou blinked, caught off guard for a moment but quickly covering it with a small chuckle. “Of course, as you wish, Khun Toto,” he said, the final nickname almost a whisper as he stepped closer - lifting the helmet carefully, Daou positioned it over Offroad’s head - fingers brushing against the temples as he adjusted the straps - he moved too slowly, losing his focus on the texture of Offroad’s skin - the rumours did no justice to this beauty - Offroad was stunning, almost unreal in his perfection up close - Daou’s gaze moved instinctively - from the curve of Offroad’s forehead down to his cheekbones - stopping briefly at the adorable tip of his nose and then - regret consuming him as he landed on those lips - those plump, moisturised, like fresh cherries licked by spring rain - Daou could almost smell the taste - the sweetness - he could almost, “Are you done?”, the sharpness in Offroad’s tone pulled him back to reality - the rudeness, the eye roll, the saltiness - it was all there and it was all so rich in flavour - but Daou shook his head to clear his thoughts, “Yes. I mean, sure,” Daou replied, tightening the strap just enough as their eyes met, “Like this, Khun?” he asked, in and out of context tone - too intimate - but Offroad’s reply matched the same energy, deep voice cutting through the silence. “Yeah, just like that.” Daou froze - this time not because of Offroad’s face card - but because of his voice - that d@mn familiar voice - no, it couldn’t be - so he shook those thoughts immediately - dismissing it as impossible, before turning back to put on his own helmet. “Yeah, let’s go,” Daou rushed to climb onto the bike, settling in before gesturing for Offroad to follow - the younger did it awkwardly, gripping the edges of the bike as he sat and keeping as much distance as possible between their bodies which made Daou to glance over his shoulder “Hold on to me. The seat is high, it’ll be safer.” Offroad scoffed, hands remaining firmly on the back of the bike, "I’m fine.” but Daou once again shook his head, “If something happens, fine won’t matter.”and for a second, Offroad felt like he could understand Alpha and the way his little sister would mumble in nothings - so he did exactly that before reaching out - griping Daou’s shoulders in a hesitant touch - barely there - Offroad pressed his thumbs on Daou’s back, as if that was holding into anything but nothing - Daou chuckled,“A little lower, it’s a fast ride, if you’re going to hold on me, do it properly.”Offroad felt challenged and his hands slid lower to Daou’s waist, gripping it with an unnecessary firmness that made the other's breath hitch, “Relax, Khun,” Daou was playful, almost as if convincing himself, “You’re riding with someone who knows how to.” Daou assured through gritted teeth and Offroad muffled a reply,“Just focus on the road.” And Daou couldn’t help but smirk beneath his helmet, voicing only to himself,“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”The Ducati arrived smoothly at the MGlow building - way smoother than its rider and passenger - the engine purred as if mocking its owner before Daou turned it off. Even though they had entered through the back entrance, the valet attendants immediately approached - Daou swung his leg off, removing his helmet and running a hand through his slightly tousled hair. Offroad, however, was slower to move - he let go of Daou’s waist clumsily and pulled off his helmet - and just as he had predicted - everything was out of place - locks falling over his forehead, framing his face in a way that softened his features - his irritation was mirrored by a huge pout that only highlighted the overall look - and Daou stared - shamelessly, his whole body betraying him - breath catching in his throat, vision blurring in a pathetic, desperate attempt to focus.
  How can he possibly look even better?
It was the messy hair, the faint flush on Offroad’s cheek, the way his lips were parted as he adjusted his clothes - f@ck - Daou had spent countless nights staring at this man through a screen, in magazines, tabloids - but nothing prepared him for this - the weight of the helmet in his hand suddenly felt heavier and his eyes were drowning in the sight before him - his thoughts went to places he never intended to, and for a second, he just wanted to be the reason Offroad looked like this - disheveled, breathless - Daou was jealous - jealous of his own bike - his own helmet - because all of this - all this beauty - was because of it and not because of him, “What?”, Daou’s trance was broken by Offroad’s voice - but this time, he wasn’t angry, he was just as lost, but in a different way. - wondering if Daou was mocking him from the way he stared, “Nothing,” Daou replied too quickly - words lacking their usual formality and Offroad frowned at the slip before turning around, handing the helmet to the valet. “Nong’To, we were waiting for you.” A feminine voice called out, and Offroad immediately assumed it was the stylist P’James had mentioned - he bowed in greeting before following her lead inside - but just before stepping through the glass doors, he turned back, his gaze meeting Daou’s. “Thank you,” Offroad said, “You can stay for the ceremony if you want. Have a drink or something, you earned it and if anyone asks, give them this.” he extended his arm, offering a small card that read ARTIST - one that Daou only glanced at before shaking his head. “Thank you, no need, Khun. I’m heading home, unless you need a ride after.” And as soon as the words left Daou’s mouth, the atmosphere shifted - the gratitude and politeness disappeared and that teasing tone was back, Offroad rolled his eyes. “No need.” Daou nodded, stepping back to give space as people rushed in and out of the building, he watched as Offroad disappeared through the entrance, his mind replaying the breathtaking image of the younger.
  This. This is gonna bring me trouble.
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Something changed since that night - and neither Daou nor Offroad could point what - but for Daou, it felt like his entire strategy was falling apart - no matter how much he tried to play it cool, something consumed him every time his vision was filled with the image of Offroad. Something pulled at him whenever Offroad was near - and it started the moment he saw him from afar - arriving at the studio or simply leaving in his car - the way he moved - whether stepping out of his Mercedes in a perfectly tailored suit or showing up in oversized clothes and a cap - looking impossibly casual yet still - so - d@mn - attractive - everything. Everything about Offroad was attractive - that was common knowledge - but for Daou, it was more than that. For Daou, whenever he looked at Offroad - P'Totogaback, his artistic inspiration - he was blinded by flashbacks - the feeling of Offroad’s hands gripping his waist - the scent of him - the image of Offroad removing his helmet - hair a mess - and Daou was weak. Yes, he could admit it - Offroad undid him - consumed him - and his plan to seduce had backfired - so now, there was only hesitation, a shyness - a more reserved Daou - he still sought Offroad out on set, but the teasing remarks he had once delivered so easily now were all stuck in his throat.  At least Offroad wasn’t rude anymore - he also wasn’t the warmest person in the studio, and the words he directed at Daou were minimal, but there was something - a little nothing that was enough - a greeting - a goodbye - a shared coffee during breaks - a half-smile, and on a lucky day, Offroad would even give Daou one or two acting tips.For Offroad - nothing changed - lies, "Liar." Offroad glanced at P'Rinda, his angry eyebrows almost ruining the final makeup, ”I mean it, nothing against or in favour of that Daou.”, Rinda only chuckled as she continued arranging the actor's hair. "You should hear yourself. First, just referring to him as 'that' Daou tells me he's much more than that. Second, you're always so nice and welcoming to everyone, yet you decided to be a d@ck to one of the hottest newcomers we've had on set, not to mention he's your type." she teased, and Offroad paused - he wanted to deny it - but Rinda was much more than just his stylist, and wasting time on this topic wouldn’t help - so instead, he just scrolled on his phone, ignoring her accusations - but to his own misery, he unlocked the screen to a notification of Oueiija’s new TikTok post. And, of course, Rinda wouldn’t miss that, ”YOU'RE FOLLOWING HIM?!” Offroad jumped in his chair, shushing Rinda as he quickly put his phone down. "Be quiet! I’m not, this is my sister’s account. She probably forgot it open.”, but Rinda wasn’t having it, "B@llsh@t. If you are into him, why don’t you go for it instead of mistreating the poor boy on set? Also, something tells me he likes you too.”, and those words were enough for Offroad’s frown to turn into a small pout. "What do you mean? I don’t mistreat him. And he doesn’t like me... he’s a stalker.” Rinda laughed - because they both knew that wasn’t the case, but sometimes friends just played along, and this was one of those moments, dripping with sarcasm. "Sure, stalker. Now be honest, Nong, what’s stopping you? I agree with you, he’s talented, smart, tall, handsome, his body is..”Offroad quickly straightened up. "Stop! You know I can’t just go around hooking up. My career and my…”, Rinda gently tapped the younger's head. "Isn't it time to stop with your set-up one-night dates and actually meet someone you like? It doesn’t have to be Daou, it can be someone else, but bring some meaning to it. It’s been too long since you cared.”, Offroad knew Rinda was right, but he also knew there was a reason for him not wanting to care - not again. Offroad was about to stand up for his point when a voice pierced through the dressing rooms, “CUT! CUT! CUT!”, and everyone could recognise the director’s tone when irritation overtook his patience - Rinda and Offroad exchanged glances before both smirking in amusement - rushing to check what the tea was this time - but when they crossed the second door, Offroad’s face closed in a small frown upon seeing whose scene was being played.Zahara was the secondary lead - an influencer who had miraculously landed the role - everyone turned a blind eye to her father’s money and media influence - her posture was always challenging, presumptuous, and Offroad had never agreed with the role she was given, bu that wasn’t the reason for his clenched jaw - Offroad couldn’t care less about Zahara - as long as she didn’t damage the movie, that was good enough for him - this was about who she was acting with."You’re not even trying," the director scolded while - Daou - standing between them, remained quiet, hands casually in his pockets - but his posture wasn’t the usual and he seemed - slightly tense - and Offroad clicked his tongue - who the f@ck p@ss@d his…no, Offroad couldn’t - that was the problem - Daou demanded attention without trying, and that was exactly what Offroad didn’t want to give, "I don’t get it," Zahara kept whining, arms raised in annoyance, ”I’m looking at him, saying the lines, what do you want me to do?”, and Rinda simply crossed her arms, resting her index finger on her chin as she softly bumped her shoulder against Offroad, who glared back at his stylist, ”Feel it? I need you to feel it," the director’s voice was already of frustration, "This is about making the audience believe, feeling the emotions. Daou is giving, and you are just... standing there."Rinda couldn’t help herself as she nudged Offroad, harder this time, ”Show her. Go on.”, and Offroad rolled his eyes, but when his gaze returned to the scene, it was too late - and the director had already spotted him, ”Nong Toto, can you please?"Offroad could feel the eyes on him - he was always so willing to help that refusing now, after all the accusations regarding Daou - would put him in an uncomfortable position, so he did what he had to, “Sure, alright.”, Zahara crossed her arms, ”So the main lead is an acting coach now?” And Offroad chuckled, her tone malicious - but Offroad knew exactly how to give back the same energy, ”Not really, but I know how to sell a scene. Pay attention because I won’t do it twice.” And the director, rather than stopping him, gestured for the cameras to keep rolling - and if Offroad was about to do this before, he was now all in now - two steps, and he was already close to Daou - closer than Zahara had been - their eyes locked and the casual distance vanished - the tension was there, . slow, heavy, blooming in the scene - that was just a scene - just a scene - just - a - scene.Another step, and Offroad’s voice dropped in sync, "So you think this is funny?”, of course, it wasn’t in the script - of course, it also didn’t matter - Offroad only needed to put emotion into it - and he did - Daou’s lips parted, caught off guard, but he leaned in - closer, heavier, same pace as Offroad - in sync, "I think..." but Offroad cut him off - a chuckle - a provocative one as his fingertips trailed along the sleeve of Daou’s leather jacket, ”Standing there, acting clueless, looking like that... you think you can play your games with me?" Offroad’s voice was a whisper - controlled - his eyes turning foxy the moment he got closer, "You’re the one I’ve been playing like a toy. Yes, that’s it, a pathetic little toy. And I will have my fun with you whenever and however I want. Do you understand?” This was different - a promise - a command - a statement - it was real - or at least, it looked and sounded real to the entire room - now dead silent - even Zahara was watching them with wide eyes and a tickling excitement - Daou swallowed hard, his eyes lost in Offroad’s features - his voice, his tone - and oh? Daou wished it was real - for a second, he wished Offroad would play him like a toy- oh he wanted nothing but that - and since the script was long forgotten - so was Daou, ”I... I understand, P’..." This was raw - the submission was there - and that’s when Offroad saw it.
  Oueiija. Oueiija. Oueiija.
His Puppy.
His Ou.
His pretty boy.
Offroad’s triangle method had frozen everyone around them, and for a moment, it was just them - back in their nets - back on their screens - behind the cameras - but this time, they were in the same frame. “CUT." the director didn’t yell, it was a soft warning as he stepped between them, ”This. This is what I need. Zahara, I hope you took mental notes, because this was spectacular. Thank you, Nong. Both of you. Amazing dynamic."Offroad snapped his fingers, just as he always did at the end of a scene - but this time, he didn’t leave the character - maybe because he was never into it to begin with - he cleared his throat, avoiding Daou’s gaze as he stepped back, turning to Zahara, ”See? It’s not about what you say. It’s about what you make them feel. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” and he moved back to the dressing room - Daou’s eyes followed him but Offroad didn’t look back. Rinda, however, pinched Daou’s arm - a little too tight - she noticed - and she didn’t plan to let it slide.‧₊ ˚ ✧  [ ◉ °]  ✧ ˚ ₊‧

Daou was exhausted - the past three days had been relentless - filming schedules, starting PR meetings, focusing on his socials - and that scene in his head like a stuck record - Totogaback - Offroad - those lines, that touch, that presence - that voice - and it wasn’t just any voice - it was THAT voice - Daou spent the last three nights watching his old streams - playing recordings of his sessions over and over again, searching - listening - the rational side of his brain telling him it wasn’t possible - he was being delusional - but his gut - his gut had been screaming - because it wasn’t just the voice - it was the way Offroad’s hands had held him - during the ride - the way his fingers gripped his waist that night on the Ducati - firm, possessive - Daou was crazy, right? But before he could drown more in madness reality hit him -  literally - because as he walked into the underground parking lot, he froze - his bike - his f@ck@ng bike - his sleek white Ducati that he took care of since day one was - destroyed - scratches deep along the body, seat slashed open, and his helmet? Gone. But the worst part - the red spray paint scrawled across the side:

STAY AWAY FROM P’TO
FAKE  
CLOUT CHASERDaou’s hanger mirrored into fists - jaw clenching - this wasn’t just an online threat like he was used to - this was real - Daou closed his eyes, taking a deep breath trying - failing - to keep his anger - he could handle a lot of things. Hate comments? Fine. Trolls? Whatever. But this? This was too far. Just as he was about to curse out loud, a voice cut through“Still here? Don’t tell me you’re doing extra workshops,” Daou turned his head, already knowing who it was - Offroad - and the younger’s expression was deadly now - his eyes locked onto the spray-painted words, “You’re pressing charges.” Daou reply was a humourless laugh. “Am I?” Offroad snapped, turning to look at him, “Yes,” the usual indifferent was gone, “I’m not letting this slide. Whoever did this, whoever these people are, they are going to be blacklisted from every event, every fan meeting, every g@dd@mn space that has my name on it.”but Daou was in sarcasm, triggered, “Since when do you care?”and Offroad’s lips parted - he was about to say something - barely a second, but Daou caught it - but before he could point it Offroad looked away, “Since my name is in the middle of this mess.” Daou nodded - there it was,“Right. Of course. Your name.” Offroad ran a hand through his hair before turning away. “Now come on.” And Daou was too overwhelmed, “Excuse me? Come what?” And Offroad seemed as done as if it was his bike “Your bike is f@ck@d, we are handling this now,” and Daou didn’t bother to even move, “You really think the police will care about a bike being scratched up?” And Offroad turned again, already holding his car keys, “They will care if I’m the one filing the report with you.”An hour later, the two of them left the police station. Offroad had been true to his word, using his influence to ensure the report was taken seriously, “Thank you,” Daou said quietly as they walked back to the parking lot, where the Ducati stood alone - the most literal it could get for a bike, “Don’t thank me. They attacked something that belongs to you and under my name, not okay.”, Daou nodded, his gratitude was genuine. When they reached the bike, Daou sighed, caressing the wheel, “Can it still run?” Offroad asked, his tone softening as if he actually cared, “I wouldn’t risk it. The mirror’s barely hanging on, and I don’t want to make it worse.”, Offroad pulled out his phone, making a call in between statements. “I’ll give you a ride home and have someone pick up your bike.” Daou reached out for the younger’s wrist - not even considering his actions. “No need, I know a mechanic, I can handle it, they do pick-up service and…”, but Offroad totally ignored him, already scheduling a service and Daou’s throat knotted as he watched Offroad shush him with a stretched hand while confirming the request on the other side of the line. When all seemed settled, Daou finally found his voice. “Can you not? I said I can handle it, I don’t need you to call a service or anything.”, Offroad sighed, massaging his temples before continuing, “I said it’s on me. Can we go now? Just get in the car, feels like this day should’ve been over hours ago.”, and even though Daou wanted to say more, he just remained silent, walking back into the black Mercedes he strangely already knew.

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The drive was quiet - the tension piercing the air and freezing the temperature much more than the aircon - Offroad kept a tight grip on the wheel and eyes on the road, and Daou - well, Daou couldn’t stop staring - that jawline, that focused gaze, the way those fingers gripped the wheel - like it knew how to hold - to control - Daou let his gaze drop lower - on those strong - veiny, veiny, veiny - arms and - FOCUS - Daou needed focus. The car smelled like something - leather - something expensive combined with Offroad’s scent, subtly masculine but so soft - delighting but strong - Daou leaned back, shifting in his seat, he needed a distraction, “You drive like a rich boy,” he teased, and Offroad didn’t even glance at him before talking back,“Shut up.”, the annoyed tone was enough to have Daou a giggling mess, “You know, Khun To, for someone so used to being in the public eye, you’re not good at making conversation.” Offroad’s grip on the wheel only tightened, “Don’t.” but Daou had never been the one to listen, not like this, “I always thought you were the fun type,” he continued - playing with the seatbelt between his fingers, knowing exactly what he was doing,“You know, not this... teeth-clenching, brooding type…”, Offroad finally moved his gaze from the road, just for a second, “Do you ever shut up?” and Daou only chuckled, “Not really.” Offroad didn’t answer - and Daou - didn't shut up, “If I didn’t know any better… I’d think you care about me.”, Offroad exhaled, jaw clenching as he shook his head. “You don’t know better.” Daou’s lips parted - tongue darting out to wet them as his teeth came out, “I think I do.” and this time Offroad looked at him - really looked at him - his foxy eyes devouring - neither of them moved - not a word - it was as if Daou was provoking and Offroad was holding back from reacting - just death silence but so d@mn loud until…SCREECHOffroad slammed the brakes at a red light - arms shooting out without thinking and palm flat against Daou’s chest - pushing him back against the seat before he could jerk forward. The heat of Offroad’s palm burned through Daou’s shirt - feeling how strong he was - Offroad’s body was tense, hold firm on Daou - and for a second - just a second - he looked at where his hand was - just to snatched it away like he’d been electrocuted, fingers rubbing against his own thigh as if he just touched the most contaminated surface - but it was too late - because Daou saw it and more than that - Daou felt it - the smirk that curled on his lips was slow as he glanced down at his own chest - then back at Offroad - clearly amused at the situation, “I don’t have your name on me.” Offroad immediately rolled his eyes before his gaze was back on the passenger seat, “What do you even mean?” Daou stretched his body - rolling his chest a little too up - unbothered - just playing with the seatbelt again. “You said you were helping me because the damage on my bike was under your name, but you just helped me now… and as far as I know, your name isn’t anywhere on me, is it?”, something consumed Offroad right there - the implication - the suggestion - the f@ck@ng audacity. Daou watched as Offroad’s frown deepened - he saw how the younger rubbed his fingers again and again before speaking, “I don’t want an accident,” Offroad voice sounder more like a warning -  a warning to no one but himself, “You could… just…just shut up before I regret offering you a ride.” Daou moved slowly as if he was about to reach for the younger - feeling proud of himself for having Totogaback stuttering, parting his lips to speak - but came the green, and Offroad pressed the gas a little harder than he intended to - and all the words to be spoken were left on the traffic light.

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Offroad woke up - again - with a headache - he called off work because of last night’s events, but the moment he unlocked his phone, he questioned if anyone in his company understood the meaning of a day off - over 100 calls and messages - he did as always, scrolling until he found the only two names he would call back, but just as he was about to dial P'Rinda or P'James,"OPEN UP! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HID THIS FROM ME! OPEN THIS RIGHT NOW, P’!" - Alpha? she was never the type of teenager to raise her voice - much less at her older brother - so Offroad rushed to open the door, only to find his little sister fuming, her phone clutched in her hand like a weapon. "You’re dating him? You knew how much I liked him! I was literally one of the first members of his fan club! How could you hide this from me?”, Offroad rubbed his eyes - still half-asleep, before looking closer at the article on her phone.
   Actor Offroad Kantapon, also known as Totogaback, and new co-star, Daou Pittaya, dating? 
Offroad went through the article - photos from last night - both of them leaving and entering the parking lot together - and Offroad dropping Daou off at home. "What the f@ck,” Offroad cursed out loud, immediately snatching the phone from his sister. "This is not true. I’m not dating anyone."but Alpha crossed her arms - voice dripping with disdain and disappointment, "I only asked you to introduce me to him. I just wanted a photo, an autograph! And today, my entire timeline is filled with my own brother and my favourite artist! You even know him? Or is it just because he’s your hot? He’s an amazing singer, you know?” Offroad needed her to calm down, fast, ”Alpha, first of, language, and second, please listen, I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m not dating Daou.”, but she was having none of it, ”Daou? He’s older than you. Do you even acknowledge him properly?” Offroad needed to shut this down before it got worse - and to do that, he had to swallow his pride, “P'Daou," he corrected himself, ”We are not dating. This is just a rumour. Some crazy fans vandalised his bike last night, and I helped him. That’s it. Can you calm down?”and Alpha snatched her phone back, rolling her eyes, "Fine. But introduce me, P'. Please? I just want to see him up close. Get an autograph? Please?”, Offroad wasn’t in the mood for this. "Go get dressed. We’re going to my company. I need to sort this out, and D…" he sighed, "P'… P'Daou might be there, so you can meet him."‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧
Offroad sat in the meeting room - arms crossed, exhausted eyes - as he listened to P’James rant about the latest - like he said, "disaster." Offroad was still dealing with the headache from waking up, but the pounding in his skull had nothing on the irritation clawing at his patience right now.P’Rinda was standing across from him, just scrolling through her phone with an amused expression, while Alpha was at the far end of the table, pretending to be innocent when Offroad knew - she was the reason he was in this mess to begin with. "So let me get this straight," Offroad finally spoke, cutting P’James’s complaints, ”Because I gave someone a ride home, I’m suddenly dating them?” P’James pinched himself on the wrist, a nervous habit he was known for, "Not just someone, Nong. Daou is an influencer, a famous Tiktoker, a singer, a public figure." And a small chuckle came before a third voice bold statement. "A fan favourite," P’Rinda added. "Which, by the way, includes your little sister."Offroad shot Alpha a glare, but she only stuck out her tongue before winking at P’Rinda. "So, what’s the plan?" he asked, shifting his attention back to P’James. "Deny, deny, deny," P’Rinda repeated while she moved to play with Alpha’s hair. "We’ll release a statement clarifying that you were just being a decent human being, and there’s no romantic involvement whatsoever.” Offroad nodded, but the entire solution seemed pretty simple - too simple to be true."Except for one thing," there it was, Offroad knew - it was never that simple.

"Fans saw you together, and you know how people are, if they think something’s happening, no amount of PR talk will convince them otherwise.” Offroad rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "Whatever. Why do we even care?” P’James exhaled again - something was different about Offroad, and everyone could tell, ”Because the industry cares. Because your reputation as a serious actor matters. And because this can affect the film's marketing. If this gets out of hand, the producers will have to make a decision about whether this rumour benefits them or harms them. The first one, we can work with that, you know how the ship culture is, but if it’s the latter…” Offroad understood what his manager was implying, and the last thing he needed was for people to start questioning his professionalism. "Fine. What do you need from me?""Nothing much," P’Rinda smiled teasingly, ”Just sit there and look pretty while we clean up your mess.” Offroad rolled his eyes again, “We also need Daou to make a statement," P’James added, already dialling a number. "He needs to be on the same page as us, or this will get even messier.” and Offroad tensed, focusing on the table, tracing an invisible line with his fingers as P’James spoke to whoever was on the other end of the call, "Perfect. See you soon."upon hearing it, Offroad was already regretting this entire situation. "He’s on his way," P’James announced, slipping his phone back into his pocket, ”Great," Offroad mumbled, "More unnecessary conversations.” And P’Rinda smirked, tapping her nails against the table. "Oh, please. You two should talk more. Maybe then you’d stop glaring at each other like you’re either about to fight or f..” Offroad’s eyes cut trough the room, glaring at Alpha’s presence and Offroad’s little sister caught it. "Since when do you know him?" she asked, but Offroad barely reacted, simply staring at her, “We work on the same movie, Alpha. Obviously, we know each other.” but the "mhmm" of his sister’s voice was enough for him to know she wasn’t done. "Yeah, but before that? You acted like you didn’t know him at all when mentioning the cast, but now…” Offroad was already done, his little sister was always too perceptive for her own good. "Now what?” Alpha shrugged. "Now it feels like the dots are connecting and…” But Offroad really couldn’t feed on this, "You’re being delusional again.”, P’James, however, was listening to it and recalling their first conversation about Oueiija. "You are being weird, though. What exactly is your issue with Daou?” Offroad opened his mouth, but before he could answer, the door swung open, and Daou walked in - Alpha immediately getting ready to move but stopping when her brother gestured for her to stay in her chair.Daou stepped in, and Offroad couldn’t help but notice how unbothered he looked - like this whole PR disaster didn’t bother him at all, "Sorry for the wait," Daou excused, bowing to everyone before closing the door behind him. "You needed me?”, P’James gestured toward an empty seat. "Sit, we’ll keep this short.” Daou slide into the chair across from Offroad and their gazes met briefly - Daou smiled - Offroad didn’t. "We need to handle the dating rumours before they spread further. It’s easy. We deny everything, clarify that you two are just colleagues, and avoid unnecessary attention. All you have to do is post something to support the statement we’re releasing. A simple clarification, nothing major.” Daou nodded, both elbows on the table as he cracked his neck sideways - the thing is, now - he seemed bothered. "Alright, what do I say?” P’James rushed with his iPad, a note already prepared. "Something along the lines of ‘Offroad is just a colleague. I respect him as an actor, and we are working on the same project. Please do not misunderstand.’” Daou hummed, glancing at Offroad again. "Just a colleague?” Offroad clenched his jaw. "Yes. Just a colleague.” Alpha, who had been listening quietly, suddenly let out a loud "OH MY GOD.” And, needless to say, everyone turned to look at her. "P', YOU KNEW WHO HE WAS BEFORE HE JOINED THE MOVIE!"Silence.Offroad’s throat knotted, and he felt like a thousand blades pierced his stomach. Alpha slapped a hand over her mouth as if she’d just realised what she’d done before trying to correct herself. "I mean, remember when you took my phone because I was following Oueiija on TikTok?” And she just did worse - Offroad wanted the ground to swallow him whole - P’James blinked, recalling their conversation one more time. "Wait. Back up.” P’Rinda pulled a chair next to Alpha, absolutely delighted. "Oh, this is gonna be good.” And Daou leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand - his expression wasn’t one of confusion but of amusement. "You took her phone?” Offroad ran a hand through his hair, avoiding Daou’s gaze and focusing on his sister. "Alpha, I swear to… “ but Daou pressed. "So you knew me before we met?” Offroad finally faced him. “And?" Daou smirked, noticing how this was enough to break the mask. "And you still acted like you didn’t?” Offroad didn’t answer, and Daou - again - didn’t shut up. "That means you knew who I was when you called me a stalker. Who’s the stalker now?” and one could hear Rinda chuckling, nudging Alpha. "Your brother is cornered.” P’James coughed. "So… how are we handling the PR thing again?” But Offroad was already getting up, heading in his sister direction before she was hiding behind Rinda, who didn’t hesitate to cover for her. "We are leaving, Alpha."Another chair was being moved, and this time, Daou’s voice was rougher. "You didn’t only know me, did you? You followed me?”, and Offroad turned back to him. "I never followed you.” Daou stepped closer. "But you watched me, didn’t you?”And P’James, the only one who knew - because he was the first one introducing Offroad to Oueiija - almost chocked on air - Offroad turned around, his hand reaching for his sister - eyes avoiding everyone in the room “Follow the plan, I trust the PR team to deal with it and I will post whatever statement you send me, see you,” Alpha was about to protest but as soon as she locked eyes with her brother she knew - trouble - but for as p@ss@d as Offroad was with his sister - his mind was blinded by one thought: Daou knows now.‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊

Offroad found himself back in the same gaming chair - in the exact same position—with the same exact doubts - about the same exact person. The ride home had been nothing but Alpha trying to excuse herself, but Offroad couldn’t even be mad at his sister now could he? It felt like everything was falling apart, and the secrets he had always kept hidden were suddenly surfacing all at once - not that he had done anything wrong - he was just protecting his little sister, right? Right? - Wrong! And Offroad knew it had been a long time since this had stopped being about his sister - and even that wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for the endless loop and replay of the talk he and Daou had last night when he dropped the elder home.
   flashback 

  "Thank you... for pretty much everything tonight. I know you did it because your name was involved, but regardless, not sure how I would've handled all this by myself.” Offroad glanced at the passenger seat - Daou seemed unguarded, genuinely grateful - and truth be told - Offroad liked the serenity of the moment, but not even that was enough to soften the hard, stubborn rock that was his temper, ”No need to thank me. As you said, my name was at stake back there, anyway, next time, I'll make sure you get a grey card to park your bike in the private lot. It's mainly for high-profile actors, but considering these events, I’ll make an exception.” Daou chuckled - it was like he found all the privileges that came with being a celebrity amusing - little did he know that Offroad had wished for those privileges to disappear so many times over the past months,”Right, thanks for that as well. I feel flattered.”, Offroad nodded, watching as Daou unfastened his seatbelt, his amused gaze still on Offroad "Well, good night then, P’To.”, and Offroad froze - brows furrowing as if he had just been insulted,”What did you just call me?” Daou, who already had one hand on the door handle, ready to leave, turned back, ”What? You seemed fine when I called you P' back in the studio while we were acting that scene.” Offroad huffed in annoyance, ”That was acting. I’m not older than you," he said, somehow stumbling over his words - because admitting that Daou was, in fact, older than him, felt like a knot tightening in his throat, Daou relaxed in his seat again, shaking his head in amusement, ”Is that so? And how do you know my age?” if Offroad wasn’t quick, he knew he’d be exposed, so even with his leg bouncing and his full lips now trapped between his teeth, he managed not to stutter when he excused himself, ”When you joined the cast, I checked your file. That’s it.”, but Daou seemed to know - like he already knew everything - and that thought triggered Offroad, maybe why he always ended up being so rude - because the elder had this way of looking at him, as if he knew him,"I don’t mind, though," Daou continued, this time without a mocking tone, just a soft one,”As I said, I’ve been following and admiring your work for a while, so addressing you as P’ kinda makes me,”but Offroad didn’t like- or maybe he liked too much, the way "P’To" sounded on Daou’s lips, ”Don't. It can sound disrespectful to people around us, you’re older than me, please don’t address me like that. Khun is fine and... Offroad is alright too."but Daou didn’t seem pleased, ”People around?" he mused, the small habit Offroad already catch of him playing with the seatbelt, "Does that mean I can call you P' in private?” And Offroad wasn’t expecting that - silence - pause - Offroad’s eyes locked onto the wheel - fists clenched as if he was still driving - he wanted it - he liked it - he imagined every possible scenario where Daou could call him P’To - moments and made up scenes passed like a movie inside his head, and it was as if Daou could see right into it when his laugh cut through Offroad’s thoughts - bringing him back to reality - Offroad turned to look at Daou, who was already opening the door to leave, ”Don't worry," Daou smirked, his voice dropping as if to make this into a promise, "I won't do anything to put your image at risk. Never in front of others.” and then, just before stepping out, he added, ”Good night, P’To."

    flashback  
Offroad was pulled back to reality by the only phone he didn't keep on silence mode - that wasn't his phone - Alpha old phone he kept for one reason and one reason only - the same reason that was now a notification - Oueiija live on Tiktok - and before his thumb moved on its own Offroad stopped, taking a deep breath - he told himself to ignore it - he had ignored it before - so he just needed to toss his phone aside, shut his eyes, and pretend - but - Offroad sighed, clicking the notification, because - of f@ck@ng course he couldn’t ignore it, not today - and he knew he shouldn’t have clicked the notification the moment the screen loaded - that old soft neon glow on Daou’s face - his home hair, messy, washed bright face and smile - Offroad’s fingers struggled not to send hearts - Daou was on a couch, one leg lazily bent, the other stretched out, the fabric of his loose sleeveless grey just loose enough to expose the dip of his collarbone - but that was usual - because the worst part - the nightmare part - the torment - the curse - the…the way - the way Daou looked at the screen - no, he wasn’t reading comments - he wasn’t checking smiles or gifts - nothing - he was looking at the screen - he was looking at Offroad - like he knew - like he came live just because - like - No, Offroad was being delusional again and the live just started.

“I came to rant here today guys, so don’t mind me….” Daou started, suddenly moving on the couch to make room to his…cat? Offroad saw some pictures but it was the first time he was meeting the feline, “You ever get the feeling…” He paused, “Laika, he just woke up so he might be grumpy,” Offroad smiled at the scene - how could he not? He loved cats and….and nothing, he shook any thoughts when Daou started talking again, “I was saying, you guys ever get the feeling that you know someone? Like… really know them?”, Offroad’s grip on the phone tightened, “I’m not talking about names or faces.” Daou’s voice was too smooth, too suggestive, like he was building a net to trap Offroad in it, “I mean like… when someone pulls you? Making you feel like…” he sighed, eyes moving from the screen up to his thoughts - as if he was remembering someone - as if he had in mind exactly the person he was referring to - as if “Even if they never say it, even if they act like you’re strangers, there’s something there.” Offroad’s breath struggled - a coincidence - this has to be a coincidence.

He doesn’t know me.Offroad needed to leave his insanity quickly - but Daou waited - as if he wanted the silence to be loud enough for the person to hear before chuckling,“Maybe I’m imagining it, maybe I am just delusional” he mused, his hand moving on his cheeks before his tongue was poking outside, sliding on his lips, the eyes back on the screen, “My imagination right? You think that?” Offroad wanted to believe that - he needed to believe that - but why was he triggered when he read the comments?

“It’s me of course.”
“P’Ou we’ve known each other from other lifetimes”
“I understand, I also feel like I know you”
“Finally you feel the same we can get married now!”

Offroad cursed - almost writing a comment to claim his rights - but wait, what rights? He is not talking about him “Yes, I am thinking about all of you, but you know what’s funny?” Daou kept going, petting the cat as the little creature kept sliding down on his neck, pulling the shirt down and exposing more of his owner skin, “Sometimes, even if you don’t say it… even if you never admit it… the body remembers.” Offroad’s stomach clenched and Daou let out a soft laugh, dragging a palm down his face before shaking his head, “You ever notice that?” This was personal, it was personal - Offroad knew it, “The way someone looks at you? The way their hands hesitate? The way they breathe differently when you’re close?”another chuckle as his eyes moved up again, remembering, “Sometimes they even stutter at you, and wait wait, hear me out on this one, sometimes they even treat you differently, not necessary better, sometimes they even pick up on you for no reason, why would that be?”
  No. No. No. No. No. 
Offroad’s body wasn’t reacting - breathing wasn’t changing - not remembering anything “It’s a shame, though…” Daou moved, putting his cat down as he walked somewhere towards his computer table, “when people pretend they don’t feel it too.” Enough - Offroad exited the live - fast - too fast - that was for him - no it wasn’t - did Offroad just gave himself away? No - couldn’t be - not until he got a private request - who even sends DMs on TikTok? And Offroad’s fake profile literally has zero followers - but when he saw it, his fingers didn’t manage to hold the device.

1 new request: Oueiija: See you tomorrow, P’To. ‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊

Let’s skip the part that - Offroad woke up - with a headache - again - he arrived at the set with his cap down, sunglasses covering half his face - unnecessary, since they were filming indoors - but necessary to keep himself from whatever he got himself into last night - he got no sleep - didn’t dare open the DM - and didn’t dare delete it - the moment he stepped inside his eyes moved on instinct - and of course - he found who he was looking for - Daou was sitting closer to the wall set - elbow resting on the chair’s arm - he wasn’t scrolling through his phone or talking to anyone - he was just there - relaxed - waiting - for Offorad - Offroad knew it and for the first time he wished he was just being delusional - but no, he was just being a coward as he rushed to P’Rinda, who didn’t hold back words, “You look like hell.” And Offroad glared at her, taking a seat next to the make up mirror, “Sounds like a you problem to handle now,” she nodded, reaching out for the make up set ready to fix those eyes, “Rough night? Romance is not dead?”, but Offroad ignored her, grabbing his script from the table - and then - Daou moved - not towards him. But closer. Not saying anything. Not making a show of it - and Offroad felt trapped, eyes on the script not reading a word, ”Good morning, Khun," Daou’s voice was low, gentle, as if he wasn’t testing Offroad to the maxium,”Morning." He didn’t look up, but he did held the script tight enough for the paper to make noises, Daou chuckled, and Offroad knows - he knows - the live - the DM - the way he was playing it - but Offroad needed to focus - work first and whatever - later.At the end of the day Offroad was tired - drained - not physically, but mentally - every second on set was pure torture - Daou made sure of it - because the entire day, Daou didn’t look at Offroad, he stared - he didn’t talk to Offroad, he teased - he didn’t pass by, he leaned closer at every chance - always so effortless - innocent - as if he wasn’t doing exactly what he was doing - and it was working - because Offroad was on the limit and the mere thought of having to go trough this every next day was already consuming - so he didn’t hesitate as he walked pass the rooms to the final crew, he didn’t think twice - he needed to remember who he was to begin with and above anything that could be a problem, he would find the solution - so if Oueiija, Daou, or whatever name - wanted to play - Offroad could play. The moment he came closer to Daou, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, typing quickly before handing it to the elder - Daou didn’t question as he took it - reading and laughing at the note.

Akaat Bangkok, Room 1919. 10PM.No other words, no explanations. Offroad left with a closed face, leaving Daou with a open smile.
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TAKE03

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Daou was never late - never - but tonight? Tonight he made sure to be - knowing well he wasn’t going to a side highway motel, he also made sure to request not a fancy cab but a last-minute bike - and to wear the most casual outfit - it was a provocation - if one could tell, he was going to the gym alone - maybe the reception would think he had a premium subscription for the upper floor - Daou also didn’t care - when was 30 minutes past 10, he was ready to take the elevator, smirking as he walked through the golden bathed corridors - no one asked him anything from how confidently he stepped inside - Daou was wondering what type of commitments would demand such secrecy but going with the flow as he knocked on the door - and soon that heavenly boy came into sight, and even though he carried the hugest pout and no smile - he looked stunning, ”You are late," Offroad stated, not as a greeting, not as a question, just a grumpy fact before stepping inside - just to be followed the door clicking shut behind him and Daou’s steps, “My bad, P’. I had to take a ride because there was this incident with my bike and…”but Offroad was already glaring at him. “Please leave your sarcasm and poor jokes outside, I’m not doing this tonight.” Daou chuckled, nodding in a small bow. “Alright…fancy place by the way, wasn’t expecting this much for…wait, why exactly are we here again?” And even the walls could hear Offroad’s deep sigh as he dropped his body against the wall next to the window. “Can you not? We can’t risk being seen together, not now, not with all the rumours, the fans hating, and… you know, and you also know why we’re here, so whatever you have to say, go on. Just say it.”Offroad was defensive - Daou wasn’t - so he stepped closer, a smile almost genuine and reassuring, “If you already know, there’s no need for me to say anything, right?”, their eyes met - and Offroad kept his fists clenched at his sides - body tense - before he got rid of his cap, running a hand through his hair,“I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you have nothing to say, just stop bothering me. The entire day you kept… ” but this time, Daou didn’t let him finish and he finally came close enough to feel Offroad’s breath - leg ghosting close to Offroad’s as he leaned against the closed window ledge, “You’re really good at pretending, you know? No wonder you’re such a great actor.”, and for a second, Offroad struggled to move - but only for a second - before his face turned challenging, meeting Daou’s gaze, “You’re f@ck@ng delusional. I knew you were a stalker.” Daou laughed at that, lips glistening as his tongue flicked out to wet them before he pressed in closer, “Am I?”, Daou moved, invading Offroad’s space, not touching, but so d@mn close that Offroad felt every syllable against his nerves, “Because I remember your voice, every sound of it, every tone, every way…” and Offroad’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor. “You need to stop.” , voice stuttering - caged - but not even that made Daou back off, “Stop what?” the gaze was daring - wanting - demanding - he wanted Offroad to look at him - face him - so Daou moved slowly - carefully not to cross boundaries - touching the younger’s chin, guiding his face up to meet his, eyes flickering from Offroad’s lips back to those foxy eyes,  “Or stop making you want it for real?”Silence.Offroad could hear his veins pulsing - burning under his skin as Daou’s small touch found him - trailing a single finger along the line of Offroad’s wrist, barely there, “All the things you said on camera…” Daou exhaled. “I wanna hear it, am I pretty? Can you let me hear it?” - Daou was at mercy - Offroad was on the edge - this wasn’t what he expected - he thought Daou would confront him, demand explanations, humiliate him. But this? This melting tone? This desire? As if Daou was begging him for it? - Offroad scanned Daou’s face up close, every detail, every bit of skin, every small diamond-cut feature of beauty - his puppy is so pretty - so d@mn pretty, “Don’t do this…” Offroad whispered - and he saw it - the losing something in Daou’s eyes - like a crack in his confidence - and Offroad thought he was about to be pushed away - but no one prepared him for what happened next - Daou sank - knees on the floor - right in front of him - and Offroad’s breath caught - his fists opened because Daou took a hold of his hand - intertwined fingers as he looked up - those eyes sparkling - lips parted - and this was real - this wasn’t on screen - this wasn’t on camera - it was Oueiija - no, it was Daou - here - on his knees - and his voice was nothing but a whisper - a plea - a promise, “Everything I gave you on camera, I promise it’s much better in person.” His fingers moved, brushing in feathers on Offroad’s thumbs, “And you can have it all.” Daou moved his eyebrows in request, the corner of his mouth curling, “Just…let me hear it, please?”

Offroad should pull away - he should leave - he should tell Daou to get up, to stop this, to never bring this up again - to never mention the way Offroad used to watch him, or how he used to listen to him, or how he used to crave him - he should - but he didn’t. Offroad closed his eyes - giving his own reality a chance to reset, to make this all disappear like a dream - but when he opened them again - this was still real - and Daou was still there - so Offroad’s free hand found its way to Daou’s face, fingers sliding in poetry beneath his ear, all the way down to his jaw - stopping just in place to tilt his chin up - making him hold his gaze - that same lost puppy gaze Offroad was sick for - and Daou’s body responded in the perfect way - lips parting - breathing slowly - waiting - waiting for Offroad, ”Say it…" Daou pleaded again, and Offroad wanted to curse already, his thumb brushing over Daou’s lower lip - and his voice, when it came, was exactly the voice Daou knew by heart, "You’re so pretty, so f@ck@ng pretty, Ou. My pretty Ou.” Daou’s smirk deepened, victorious - he knew it - Offroad is yellow marshmallow - all this time, Daou was right - and being sure of this just gave him a whole new level of will, “I knew it, all this time, the sounds you made for me…just for me, the way my name came on your mouth,” and Offroad hated how easily Daou had him - how the mere sight of him on his knees was enough to have his mask down - how he just gave in - but f@ck, he loved it - loved the way Daou was also giving in - the way he was just there for Offroad, “Shh…be quiet Puppy,” Offroad made a dumbass decision when he leaned down - breath ghosting over Daou’s face for a second - a hesitation, a warning - but then, his lips met Daou’s, soft at first - slow, just a brush of desire they both shared - and Daou accepted it instantly - letting go of Offroad’s hands just to have his fingers grazing against the younger’s knees - gripping - Offroad deepened the kiss - his now free hand sliding into Daou’s hair, pulling him closer, tilting his head just right - his tongue barely tracing Daou’s lips before the elder opened up for him. Daou wanted - he was inviting Offroad - more force - more will - the fingers on Offroad’s knees turning into a hand around his lower thigh and then - then Daou moved - getting up - fast - his height making Offroad tilt his head to meet him - their lips never breaking apart - breaths tangling together as Daou’s hands found Offroad’s waist, pulling him in, pressing their bodies close - and Offroad felt himself challenged, he wasn’t expecting Daou to be this dominant, this intense - every partner he had was always so careful, always aware Offroad was the one in control - because he was the star, he was the one who hired them - he was in charge - but Daou didn’t seem to care. Offroad felt a sudden heat in his stomach - felt Daou’s fingers tightening around him, thumbs brushing just beneath his shirt - burning against his bare skin - and Offroad let himself get lost in it - let himself drown in the way Daou held him - the way his lips moved - the way his breath came out when Offroad sucked on his upper lip - the way their tongues seemed to know each other for a long time - but then he remembered.
  No. No. No. 

  Not like this.
“Stop.”, Offroad pulled away - hands still on Daou’s chest - pushing just enough to create space between them - but Daou didn’t let go - forehead resting against Offroad’s, both of them catching their breaths. “I can’t,” Offroad whispered, his fingers slipping away from Daou’s skin. “I can’t do this.” and Daou finally pulled back, eyebrows sharper as he cooled himself down - he was lost - staring - Offroad stepped back. “I need to call P’James.”And now Daou seemed triggered,“What? Now? The hell?” Both of his hands were on his neck, rubbing it sideways. “For the contract,” Offroad said, looking anywhere but at Daou. “I can’t have this kind of encounter without one.” and this was the first time Offroad saw Daou so tense - almost angry. “You’re joking.” Offroad didn’t answer right away, first reaching for his phone, unlocking it.“There are rules, things I need to protect. I can’t just, ” and Daou chuckled, sarcastically, before stepping close enough to take Offroad’s phone from his hand, placing it on the table - reaching for Offroad’s hands as if he was trying to explain and comprehend at the same time, “You were just kissing me, and now you’re talking about signing papers?”Offroad avoided Daou’s gaze - because he knew what he was about to face - frustration - yes, Offroad knew, so he told Daou what he was told a million times during his career. “Don’t take it personally, it’s just how things have to be.” and Daou laughed - letting go of Offroad’s hands, “So what? Anyone you sleep with has to sign a f@ck@ng contract? Like what, a confidentiality agreement?” Offroad didn’t answer - and that was enough, “I knew celebrities were guarded, but this? I don’t f@ck@ng need this.” and at those words, something ripped through Offroad’s chest - he knew he lost this moment - whatever this was - he watched as Daou turned around - reaching for the door - he was leaving, and Offroad wasn’t going to stop him, because Offroad accepted a long time ago that he can’t be normal - but just when it was all gone, Daou turned around, “I came here for you, not for the f@ck@ng actor, not for the celebrity. Just for you. For the person I’ve been talking to all this time. I didn’t know you were you. If that even makes any sense.” And Offroad felt his throat knot again as Daou forced a chuckle. “Guess that doesn’t exist.”Offroad should let it go - again - Offroad should leave this - but again, he didn’t - and just when Daou was walking out the door, “Wait, Ou…” Daou stopped right there - not turning around - but not moving - so Offroad knew it was his take.“You said you came here for me.”, even from behind, he could notice how Daou’s shoulders tensed. “So, can you stay? We just… can’t go all in tonight, if that’s fine with you…” Offroad’s voice cracked - not enough to be vulnerable, but enough to pierce all of Daou’s convictions to leave - so the elder turned around - half defeated and half in glory - as if he got something but not the way he should have had it - and Offroad saw it - the conflict - the same f@ck@ng gravity that kept dragging them toward each other, but Daou ended up closing the door behind him, moving towards Offroad, “What do you want?”Offroad didn’t answer - and Daou didn’t care anymore, so he just cut it short, “Can I still please you tonight?”, it was a raw question - nothing pretty about it - but Offroad nodded, and Daou gave in - because the urge he had to please Offroad was beyond any desire he had to be pleased before, “If I can’t have you tonight…” Daou started - stepping closer - voice quieter now, softer, smooth - exactly the same way he had spoken before trough the screen, “at least let me give you something I know you want…” their bodies almost touching, but not yet - Offroad closing his fists and his eyes - he knew he was about to let go and when Daou came even closer, breath all over Offroad’s skin, he couldn’t hold it, “Ou…”, Daou hummed - his voice sinking deep, deeper than Offroad should allow - but his body wasn’t fighting it - so Daou kept going - fingertips back around Offroad’s waist as he felt the younger melting again into his touch,  “You were watching me for so long,” he murmured, lips feather like warming Offroad’s neck - Offroad didn’t move - his mind screaming at him to stop this before it went too far - but then Daou’s hands found his belt, and suddenly, everything went from slow motion to high speed.

Daou moved with no second thought - knees hitting the floor, hands never leaving Offroad’s waist as he looked up - but this time - there was no puppy like submission look - no, it was daring, it was provocative, a huge smile as if he knew exactly what kind of trouble he was dragging them into, “This is what you wanted, no? How many times did you jerk off to this thought alone?”, And Offroad felt it - this was a clear affront - and he didn’t want to give in, he didn’t want to surrender, but he also didn’t want to resist as Daou’s fingers slid between the belt and the denim of Offroad’s jeans, his tone amused. “May I?”, Offroad kept his silence, staring at the ceiling, because another second staring at Daou would be the end of him - he felt himself hardening under his pants, and considering how close Daou’s face was to it - he noticed too, “C’mon P', want me to suck you off like a good boy or no?” and Offroad looked down - there it was, the mocking, the challenge - and Offroad had to make a choice - he would either end this now and leave, or he would fully embrace what he truly wanted.It took him a second - on Daou’s eyes - Daou’s smile - Daou’s lips - and then - Offroad leaned down, aggressively grabbing Daou’s chin, his eyes now sharp, foxy, “As far as I remember, those bratty hands of yours should be behind your back. Am I right, or am I f@ck@ng right?” and Daou chuckled, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his chin lifted slightly to meet Offroad - but he complied, placing both hands behind his back. “As you wish,” he whispered and Offroad smirked, taking hold of his own belt - undoing it in one swift movement - lowering himself just enough for his lips to be close to Daou’s earlobe, “My pathetic puppy,” Offroad voice dripping with condescension, “Missed me so much you had to come find me in person? Couldn’t let go, now could you?” - silence - except for the way Offroad lowered himself down, belt looping around Daou’s wrists - not tight, loose enough - because this wasn’t about tightness, it was about the dynamic, “Dare to use your hands, and I’ll make sure you’re not leaving tonight.”, Daou chuckled, nodding silently, and Offroad liked that - they were back at it - Oueiija and yellow marshmallow - this time, no dark screen, no anonymity - only them - the real them - so Offroad straightened his back again, his hand under Daou’s chin, moving his face up to meet his own gaze, “Shirt off and hands back, quick” he ordered as he started to unzip his pants - finally revealing the arousal of six virgin Maries - Daou was pleased - slowly, Offroad pushed his bottoms down to his knees - all of it - his desire standing high and erect in the air, pointed toward Daou’s - he extended his hand, close to the elder’s face, “Spit.” and Daou obeyed just as quickly, spitting and moisturising the other’s hand after getting rid of his shirt and being back in place.The moment Offroad was satisfied with the way Daou had his hand glistening in saliva, he took hold of his own c@ck, stroking it a few times - biting his lower lip as he looked down, “You’re really pretty, you know that?”, and Daou looked up, nodding as he slowly parted his lips, Offroad wanted to curse - but he didn’t - instead, he finally decided to drink in the sight that had been offered to him, his desire was pulsing with need - veins almost aching in pain - but Offroad needed this - he dreamed about it for so long - so he positioned himself just right - the tip of his c@ck brushing against the corner of Daou’s lips before he started tracing every detail - as if Daou’s lips were the canvas and Offroad’s mushhead the paintbrush - he touched every contour, painted every millimetre - a delicious smirk forming when Offroad lifted himself slightly and tapped his length against Daou’s face - chuckling - a teasing slap of ownership - and Daou took it all, no protest - he was just as delighted as Offroad, and it was visible beneath his gym trousers - that grey fabric that was practically see-through now and Offroad could already tell the other wasn’t small.“Open up,” he ordered, and Daou did as told, welcoming the fervent tip inside. Offroad started slowly, listening to the delicious slurping noises Daou’s lips made around his c@ck - it was pure loud poetry - and Offroad wanted more of it as his fingers reached for Daou’s nape, guiding him further - it was so warm, so welcoming - Offroad wanted to throw his head back and thrust like there was no tomorrow, but at the same time, he wanted to savour every second - he wanted to stare at the way Daou’s eyes were shimmering as he took him - so he kept his pace steady, holding Daou’s head carefully - tangling his fingers in the elder’s black hair with care before he started moving his hips.Daou’s eyes never left his, and it was the hottest d@mn thing Offroad had ever seen, “You like this?” he asked, as if there was any doubt about the way Daou's tongue f@ck@ng danced around him - Daou moaned in response, and Offroad felt so much pleasure only at it, “My Ou…,” he purred, rocking his hips deeper into the flaming cave Daou had, “I know you like it. You were made for this, weren’t you? Want it down your throat?” This was Offroad -  punctuating each word with a slow thrust - Oueiija had always been the epitome of what drove him insane with l@st  - from the way he moved to the way he breathed - every single f@ck@ng noise he made was music to Offroad’s ears and now he was here - on his knees in front of him, devouring him like the most delicious treat he could ever have - and Offroad couldn’t bear it any longer as he started to move faster - mouth f@ck@ng the elder with no second thoughts - making sure he was taking it well - and d@mn he was, cheeks flushed with need and eyes glazed with want - it was the most beautiful sight - Daou was greedily swallowing him, and it felt like Offroad was coming undone - it had been too long - too d@mn long since he last felt like this - he rammed his length in Daou’s mouth even faster to the point where he was panting with need, “Close,” he warned - and when he saw zero defence - only Daou teary eyes of acceptance - Offroad lost it, “Look at me, Ou…f@ck, Ou…” and for as much as he wanted to register the moment when he filled Daou’s mouth, he couldn’t - and his head was back, his legs were shaking, and the grip on Daou’s nape was tighter - he felt the back of Daou’s throat getting smoother with his loads to the point that he wanted to slide another round of it - but Offroad was panting, his body now back against the wall as he looked down - and Daou seemed just as gone - a gaze Offroad was foreign to - the way his eyes were sliding into oblivion.That’s when something hit - and Offroad's keeper nature was loud - too loud as he pulled away and slid down to his knees, wiping the corner of Daou’s mouth, “Come here,” it was instinct - too quick and Daou was being turned around, Offroad’s hand inside his pants as he got a hold of Daou’s hard on, “F@ck, you’re so big,” he whispered into the other’s ear before reaching out for his own c@ck, collecting the remaining c@m just to spread it all over Daou’s erection - jerking him off at a quick pace - rushed - like he needed to pay it off - because that’s how Offroad was used to do things - give and take - one for another, “Don’t hold back,” Offroad was serving - to end - not to enjoy - and Daou hated the mechanical connotation of it - but he let go - and he closed his eyes in the moment as did exactly what he was told to do - just so f@ck@ng cold that it almost had his stomach knotting - not in the good way, because Daou knew, this wasn’t it.

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Offroad woke up - AGAIN - A - F@CK@NG - GAIN - with a headache - because it's been a week - a week without Daou - he shouldn’t have expected anything, right? They weren’t anything - that night? That wasn’t supposed to happen - if anything, Offroad had been telling himself over and over again that it was just another arrangement that didn't follow the rules - like every other time, like every other person - but the way Daou left without saying a word, without looking back, without giving Offroad a chance to... fix it? Fix it? Fix what? - there was nothing to fix to begin with. And yet, Offroad kept replaying the scene in his head - the way Daou looked at him - Offroad knew, this was off script - off cam - off whatever the f@ck they did. It was barely seven in the morning when Offroad walked into the studio - more than an hour earlier than scheduled - he didn’t need to be there yet, it’s just that - staying home felt worse - but the last thing he expected was to hear his voice before even making it inside, “…just give it to him, okay?"Offroad was petrified - Daou? Finally? f@ck@ng finally! - Daou - same place - here, now - and Daou spotted him - but he kept his unbothered self - Offroad rushed - as if his body betrayed him, he approached Daou, who simply smiled, "Morning, you are early," but this time, Offroad was the one not having it, "And you are here.”, Daou lifted a small envelope, slapping it once against his palm before tossing it onto the table beside them. “Yeah, I have no scenes or workshop for about two weeks, all done, so I just came to drop this off.” Offroad didn’t move. “What is it?” and Daou seemed amused at how clueless the other was, "Money, what else?”, Offroad stepped closer, "The hell are you paying for?” Daou sighed, like he was already exhausted by this conversation before it even began, “It’s for my bike. The repairs. I don’t need you to cover it.”Offroad frowned. “I never said, ” and Daou insisted, “You offered, and I’m saying no.” and maybe Offroad was paranoid, but Daou’s voice sounded too different, “Ou…come inside for a second,” but Daou only smiled, not a genuine one, a triggered one - “I don’t have time for whatever celebrity NDA b@llsh@t you want to,” Offroad stepped closer, not touching Daou but gesturing into the workshop studio that was currently empty, “I’m not asking for that,” this time, Offroad’s voice was carefully, not daring, just politely not to make a scene, “I just…please, just come inside,” Daou didn’t move, he took a deep breath, hand rubbing on his chin before grabbing at it in inner struggle, “F@ck@ng rush it will you?” He demanded before stepping inside, passing by Offroad without looking at him, and Offroad, politely bowed to the staff before closing the door behind them. Daou stepped inside - hands in his pockets - shoulders too relaxed - he looked so fine - so d@mn fine it annoyed Offroad - let’s be serious now - this whole situation annoyed Offroad - Daou had ignored him - Daou had come all this way just to shove an envelope with money at him - Daou had Offroad asking him to come inside because he needed him, “So?” Daou asked, turning around, chin up - defensive look - f@ck@ng challenging gaze, “So what?” And Offroad - being Offroad - couldn’t help but mirror the attitude, but Daou wasn’t having it as he walked again towards the door, “You asked me to come in to pull this f@ck@ng attitude? I am out.”, and Offroad didn’t know what got into him - he just knew that watching Daou walk away again felt like something he wasn’t ready for, but he didn’t know how to be kind, he only knew that hurting people sometimes makes them stay.“You really came all the way here just to give me this? Are you that desperate to prove a point?”, Offroad knew his words were harsh, but apparently, Daou knew how to match his energy. “I am that desperate not to owe you anything.”Offroad dropped his arms - rubbing a hand down his face before letting out a humourless laugh. “You really think I was paying you off, don’t you?” and Daou chuckled with the same sarcasm, “Isn’t that what you do?” but it wasn’t - and Offroad was so mad he could punch the d@mn wall - but he didn’t, he only stepped closer, “You don’t know sh@t about me,.” and Daou didn’t back off, stepping in sync, “Then f@ck@ng explain it, because from where I’m standing, you have a whole system in place, don’t you? Contracts, payments, confidentiality agreements. I am not a f@ck@ng hooker and you can’t just have me sucking you off and then offer me a piece of paper you see as money for it. F@ck@ng explain it to me. Go on. I am here. F@ck@ng tell me what excuse you have for treating me as a f@ck@ng product you can buy and exchange whenever it expires.”The words pierced through his chest - but Offroad couldn’t explain - because what could he say? That he didn’t know how to do this any other way? That it had been years - years - since he’d let anyone touch him without paperwork involved? That being Offroad meant living in a world where every relationship was a transaction, where every intimacy came with a risk, and that it was easier to control the risks than to be blindsided by them? Daou would never get it, and Offroad would never be able to explain it, so he just took the envelope Daou brought back.“Please, I don’t want this.”, and Daou was clearly disappointed, “Too bad. Take it or throw it away, whatever, I don’t f@ck@ng care, just keep your money and your mess away from me,”and that was harsh - too harsh - that was everything Offroad always felt - that every person he would invite in would be dragged into his mess - this mess that was his life, so Offroad simply nodded, no words - his eyes slowly filled with something, and it was as if Daou could tell because instead of leaving, he stepped closer, both hands tight around Offroad’s wrists, “I didn’t come to that hotel to be your f@ck@ng arrangement. I didn’t come because I wanted something out of it, much less money, I came because I wanted you. Just you. No cameras, no names, no g@dd@mn personas. Just you. And you can say I was your fan, I f@ck@ng was, of your work, of your projects, not…f@ck, you don’t get it…” and when Daou was letting go, Offroad was holding tighter.“Ou, please…” but Daou pushed his touch away. “You don’t f@ck@ng get that, do you? You’ve been doing this so long you don’t even realise when someone actually wants you for you.”, Offroad was broken - everything - every word - every moment - everything was flashing - from the beginning of his fame until now - Daou triggered everything in one sentence - and Offroad struggled so hard not to break - jaw tensing, eyes watering - but he had heard this before, whatever speech Daou had - wasn’t real - can’t be real, it’s never real. “I can’t… trust you…” his voice was low - but Daou was high, “I can’t do this right now, Road.” and the natural way the nickname came out of Daou’s lips was the push Offroad needed to grab him, suddenly having his hands around Daou’s neck, noses rubbing, eyes meeting.“I never meant to humiliate you when I offered you money after what we did. I am just used to things being like that,” and Daou was caught off guard - body on instinct and before he could process he had his hands around Offroad’s waist, “I am not signing a f@ck@ng contract to kiss you, to have you, to do any of this, because I am not a f@ck@ng product, I am not a piece of your merchandise.” and Offroad nodded, not a single rational thought in his mind, “No contract, no money, forget it…” Offroad felt like he couldn’t breathe - the words weren’t loud enough in the room but too loud in his head - over and over again - Daou - Oueiija - the one he wanted - the one he craved - was in his arms, but barely, like he could vanish at any second - “Forget it,” Offroad repeated - and f@ck, he hated how weak he sounded - he didn’t want to beg, he didn’t want to look desperate, but he was. Daou didn’t move, “Please, forget it,” Daou stopped, breathing against Offroads neck - hands slipping from Offroad’s waist until his fingers were on Offroad’s neck, thumb pressing just beneath his jaw - and he kissed him - parting Offroad’s lips, and Offroad melted - f@ck@ng melted into it - it was infuriating how natural it was - and when had they moved? - Daou’s hands were under Offroad’s shirt,“You don’t get it, do you?” Daou whispered against his mouth, and Offroad opened his eyes, “I…” but  Daou kissed him again, cutting him off, pressing closer, “I don’t care about others, I also don’t care like others,” Offroad’s fingers curled against his shoulders, “I just want you, I’ve been wanting you for a while, I just didn’t know it was you, ” Offroad sucked the words - he understood - Daou wanted him but he didn’t want to be involved in any of his celebrity mess - maybe he just wanted a good time, just one time - right?

Wrong, they were both wrong, “No contracts, no money, but we can’t do this here,” Offroad stated and Daou nodded, chuckling before whispering into Offroad’s ear while taking a whole hand hold of his ass, “No public s@x kinks? Should we talk about it?” And Offroad lightly pushed him, “Not on my work place, I can’t risk a scandal, and I have some personal boundaries, you don’t touch me. I’m the one touching you, no kissing unless I ask, ” Daou raised a brow, grip tightening around Offroad’s waist as if he didn’t hear the rules, “And we use a condom.” Offroad added, both hands flat against Daou’s chest and the elder let out a quiet, humourless chuckle. “No touching, no kissing. What’s left, then?” Offroad’s gaze was back at it - down to Daou’s lips and back to his eyes before he spoke, with a teasingly smirk, “I’ll ride you.” And this time Daou tightened the grip even more, pulling Offroad closer and having their lips almost colliding, “Everything you mentioned aren’t boundaries, you just said a bunch of rules to make your life easier, I can deal with boundaries and limits, but I am not a s@x doll, you want dominance, you take it, you want control, you take it, you want…” Daou leaned in, lips brushing on Offroad plump ones, teasingly before moving up to his earlobe, “….you want kisses, you beg for it.” He finished, pinching Offroad’s waist before stepping back - having a now sulking Toto in front of him, “I will text you when and where,” Daou nodded, heading towards the door, “You need my number or are my socials enough?” And Offroad wanted to curse, “I can get your number if I want to, now go before others arrive, us being here this early might cause a fuss and I don’t need that,” Daou paused at the door, fingertips playing around the handle before moving to his pocket, he didn’t look at Offroad - but next thing Offroad felt his phone buzzing and a text from a unknown number, I can get your number if I want too, P’To. See you tonight?, and just when Offroad turned his eyes back up and was about to scold Daou, he was already leaving the studio, and even from the walk, Offroad knew - he was loving this, Tomorrow, same hotel, same room, 10 pm, don’t be late. ‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧

Daou’s body was sore - shirt glued to his skin and sweat down his back - but he didn’t care - he wasn’t even rushing - or thinking about his next set - no - Daou had no thoughts - just his voice - he was singing - not humming - full-blown singing - each step following the beat - feared by social anxiety - his vocals piercing the street of his neighbourhood as he turned the key to his home - stepping in a victorious cat walk - hoodie over his head - phone in one hand - gym bag in the other - making his way into the kitchen to get his post work out protein dose.

“You’re in a good mood, it’s f@ck@ng Monday,” Est commented as Daou cut the house - leaning against the doorframe as Daou dropped his gym bag in the corner - arms crossed - Daou ignored him - didn’t even acknowledge his best friend before moving with an attitude only someone with a d@mn good reason to be happy could pull off - hoodie yanked off one-handed, and his sweaty shirt following - over his head, off his body, onto the chair - without hesitation before he pulled open the fridge - grabbing a bottle and twisting the cap off with his teeth - and he downed his protein in one go - muscles still burning from the workout - the cool air licking at his overheated skin as he took another sip - good - Daou was feeling good - no, he was feeling amazing as he chuckled before his eyes landed on his best friend - with a poker face - still there, "You're here? Sorry, didn't see you, no work today?”, and Est stepped inside, punching Daou's naked stomach in a joking way, Daou dramatically pretended to be defeated just before reacting with a fast kick - both laughing now as Est grabbed a chair, turning it around and taking a seat backward with his legs apart, "Spill." But Daou didn't say a word, turning around and resting his elbows on the counter - that annoying smirk glued to his face - he was flexing - flexing what? Not even Daou was sure, "Maybe I just had a good workout," and if Est wasn't judging so hard - nevermind - he was."B@llsh@t."and Daou’s smirk widened, "Maybe I just feel good today, maybe I just…” Est stood up, stepping closer, "You walked in here like you own the place, you are f@ck@ng shirtless and parading around like a menace, and I know for a fact that protein shakes don’t give you this kind of serotonin, f@ck@ng spill.” Daou chuckled, shaking his head, "You need a new hobby, how is Joong?" Est turned around, resting half of his weight on the kitchen table, "This is my hobby, and Joong is fine. Now, you're getting dicked down?” Daou almost choked on his drink, wiping the corner of his lips with his arm as he moved, "We are not doing this.” he grabbed back his bag, starting to walk away, but Est followed, "YES WE ARE, who?” Daou kept walking, "Shut up.” Est kept following, "Was it good? Like on a scale of one to.."his best friend was too d@mn amused, and Daou's humour was vanishing at the thought that - in fact, he wasn't getting any - not yet. "I said shut up," but his eyes were burning, and Est saw it too, "Oh, you like them? Are you waiting for the right moment?"and Daou turned around, "I will f@ck@ng punch you," but Est was too entertained, "Is it that guy? The actor? I always forget his name, Pankan, Tankan, Kanta..."Est was lucky Daou had patience - or at least, he liked to think he did - but now he was seconds away from kicking his best friend through the d@mn window,“Kantapon” Daou corrected as he opened the door to his room, “Oh, so it is him?” Est chuckled and Daou instantly regretted opening his mouth. “Sh@t, for real? I was just guessing. So you are f@ck@ng a celebrity.” And daou rolled his eyes, dropping down onto the edge of his bed, legs spread wide,“I never said that.” He was drained of this - tired now - not from the gym, but from the fact that Offroad was this - a celebrity “Should I check Twitter? Maybe I can find a blurry-ass pap photo of you two looking suspicious.” Est joked as he pulled his phone - not knowing how triggering this could be, “You’re f@ck@ng annoying,” Daou was bothered - running a hand through his sweat damp hair. “And no, there’s nothing on Twitter, we haven’t even…” and he stopped himself too fast - but not fast enough, “You haven’t even what? Don’t tell me…you are this happy and you didn’t f@ck him yet? Oh sh@t, will you even be able to handle when it happens? Take pictures, or no one will believe you,” and without knowing - Est said it all - and Daou understood - for a second, he understood Offroad - getting up and turning his best friend around, leading him outside the room, “Leave, and don’t talk about this to anyone or I will f@ck@ng rip your tongue out of your mouth, he is not a celebrity he is just…” and Daou stopped himself, Est now turning around - more serious because he noticed how the tone shifted, “Just Offroad, I will be meeting a guy, and is name is Offroad and…yeah,” and Eat knew Daou better, so he also got it, tapping his friend shoulder, reassuring, “Not a word about it, have fun, celebrity or not, I am sure he won’t stand a chance with your rizz,” he teased before having the door closed.Daou questioned himself - because until now, it hadn’t hit him that he was - in fact - about to f@ck a celebrity - what the f@ck he was doing - he needed to get dressed - he needed to get his sh@t together - he needed to stop thinking - he was fine until now right? He didn’t see a celebrity - he met Offroad as Yellow Marshmallow - that’s the person he was meeting tonight - right?. “F@ck this, think Daou, think,” but suddenly it was heavy - and suddenly he felt pressured - and suddenly - should he just call it off? No, he couldn’t - he wanted this - craved for this for so long - Offroad was normal, a normal human, just Offroad - but even Offroad - just being Offroad - was too good - fine, Daou needed to look good - because if he was about to walk into this - he needed to level things up, not for others, but for himself - If he was showing up for Offroad tonight, he was showing up right.

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The second Daou walked into the hotel lobby, he felt different from last time - for a start - eyes were on him - it wasn’t even intentional, or maybe it was considering his outfit of choice - a black silk shirt, unbuttoned low enough to tease - sleeves lazily rolled up, revealing the toned definition of his forearms, veins bumped under his skin from the earlier gym hours - leather pants - low on his hips, tight in all the right places - a hint of silver, chains hanging off the belt loops - catching the eye with the spark and the ear with the way it tickled on the fabric as he walked - polished black boots with a small heel and a bag over his shoulder - and rings, three of them, highlighting his long fingers and a bracelet on his bony wrist - dark against his skin, except for a single red detail - a rose, embroidered with the vivid colour of blood - and in his other hand - a real rose - a detail  he still wasn’t sure about, but - f@ck it, if he was going to be dramatic, might as well commit - and Daou was romantic, Offroad couldn’t change that - upon reaching the elevator Daou barely had to think before pressing the button - 19th floor - and his phone vibrated the next second - telepathy. P’To  : No one saw me. Come up.Daou chuckled at his phone - cute - paranoid - but cute - the people at the reception didn’t seem to care - it was all business meetings, secret dates or compromised transactions - so Daou was sure no one there cared about celebrities rumours - he could risk that being the reason why Offroad had a preference for the place - and he was fine with it. The elevator doors slid open, and Daou felt the hallway sucking him in - his grip on the rose tightened as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder - Offroad was waiting - waiting for Daou - Toto, Offroad Kantapon - the Offroad Kantapon - was waiting for Daou - and he didn’t notice when he stopped in front of the door - pausing for a fat minute before knocking - the lock clicked almost immediately - revealing red - not the kind that screamed for attention - it was a dark shade of burning flame in ashes - the fabric sliding over Offroad’s body, oversized but adjusted right at the waist - paired with dark, loose black pants - tailored but not caging - flowing to suggest movement - the curves of Offroad's body were hypnotising, and Daou let his gaze trail - because f@ck, how could he not, “You’re staring.” Offroad’s voice was amused - the calmest Daou had ever heard him speak as he stepped aside, silently inviting him in, “I wasn’t staring,” Daou was - indeed - staring - but either way, he walked in, still holding onto the rose as if he wasn’t willing to give it away.Daou felt Offroad’s eyes on him - but he walked in, ignoring it - the atmosphere felt different, there was no rush, no stress, no arguments, no teasing - but something felt heavier - and Daou started looking around - looking at everything except Offroad - until he heard the younger chuckling, and he turned around, “What? I didn’t hear the joke.” this time Daou was defensive - Offroad wasn’t - he walked closer to the minibar, “Nothing. You want to drink something?” And Daou used that as an excuse to sit in one of the armchairs around the round table in the suite - which, in fact, was way too big - just like the bed - and the sofa - and the closet that could fit a month’s worth of vacation - Daou felt it - this was a celebrity room - no, he couldn’t let it get to his head. “What do you have?” And Offroad bent down, purposely accentuating his perfect, muscular ass - torturing Daou just a little - Daou crossed his legs, seating on the chair - and Offroad spoke again, voice calm, low, soft -“Water, soda, beer, wine, something stronger if you’re nervous.”, Daou let out a quiet chuckle. “I’m not nervous.” And Offroad turned - just in time to catch Daou staring at his ass - Daou cleared his throat. “Whatever, it’s fine. And I got you this,” Daou said, placing the black rose on the table.Offroad’s eyes landed on it - drinks forgotten as he walked closer to the table - black - deep - touched with a single drop of red - glistening from the water on its petals - something about it made Offroad delighted - reaching for it and taking it as a precious good - thumb brushing over the petals as he brought it up to his nose - inhaling the fresh scent - eyes closing - and Daou watched - more than watched - swallowed - because Offroad was stunning, his beauty was so out of this world - the way he moved, his lips brushing against the flower - eyes closer - exposing his neck - and f@ck - Daou was struggling in his seat - fingers gripping the fabric of his pants until he couldn’t anymore, “What the f@ck are you doing? Are you that obsessed with flowers?" Daou’s voice was rushed - but Offroad only hummed - lowering the rose - eyes now on Daou as if he just knew what he wanted next - and Daou barely had time to process before Offroad was straddling him - knees sinking into the sides of the chair - thighs caging Daou in - heat - scent - silk against leather - Daou was caught off guard - he didn’t move - the urge to move was so much that he ended up frozen in place, “You are…” Offroad nodded even though Daou didn’t say a word - brushing his nose against Daou’s cheek - and the elder felt a knot in his stomach, “You smell so good,” Offroad’s lips brushed against Daou’s jaw - not a kiss, not yet, just the ghost of it - Daou chest rising at each word, “It’s my cologne, nothing new…” and Offroad brushed his lips against the warm skin - this time closer - the tip of his nose trailing from Daou’s earlobe to the side of his neck, then inhaling at his Adam’s apple, “I know,” Offroad continued, voice so soft, so much calmer and more indulgent than Daou had ever heard on camera, “I could tell from last time, but now…” and he kissed - not deep - just a butterfly kiss right there that had Daou swallowing dry - hand instinctively moving to Offroad’s thigh - Offroad smiled - Daou could feel the amusement on his skin as Offroad moved lower - lips now down to Daou’s collarbones - just there, just tracing each line - just breathing on the skin - Offroad found his last buttons - because the first three were already undone - but it was the last four that made it - kiss - button - kiss - button - kiss - Daou closed his eyes, head thrown back as Offroad pampered his chest with kisses - one hand still gripping Offroad’s thigh before the other caressed the younger’s nape, “Too soon,” Offroad mentioned, pressing down on Daou’s lap and Daou knew what he meant - because Daou was already dead hard and they had barely started, but he pushed it away, looking at Offroad with ego, “I got this,” he chuckled, and Offroad straightened himself on Daou’s lap, “You sure? Or are you going to c@m if I suck your nipples?”Daou’s grip on Offroad tightened, scolding, “I’m not that easy.” But Offroad wasn’t having it - moving his hands again, fingers tracing over Daou’s chest, playing with the sensitivity of his skin before leaning down - another kiss right over his collarbone, “I think you’d break if P’ puts his mouth here,” he whispered - triggering Daou with a simple P’ - as if his own game was backfiring - lips sliding lower, “Or maybe… here,” his tongue flicked against the hardened bud, and Daou’s entire body spasmed, both hands moving to Offroad’s waist without thinking, "Ah..." And Offroad chuckled against his skin - not pulling away, “Be gentle,” Offroad taunted, pressing another kiss - but this time - circling the peak with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around the nipple - sucking until Daou’s back was arching off the chair - one hand from Offroad's waist now tangling in his hair, "I just need to warm up," Daou rushed to excuses - because he was disappointing himself more than anyone else - Daou wasn’t this weak, this easy - but Daou also never had Offroad - and Offroad was taking full advantage of it - when he slowly let go of Daou's bud with a small peck - blowing cold air just to watch as the skin was covered with goosebumps - chuckling at the result before locking his foxy eyes into Daou's soul, "I love your t@ts," and Daou’s face was surprised - like a newbie, and that had Offroad even more amused, "What? Why are you so tense, Ou?" And the nickname was a back call - that’s right - Daou needed to remember who he was - he needed to let go of all these thoughts - so he did - his grip from Offroad's waist slid down to his ass - and Daou grabbed it harshly - having Offroad gasping at the sudden move, "Call me that again, it sounds so good,” Offroad’s hands moved, down on Daou's arms as he pushed the shirt off - having the other shirtless as he said it again, "Ou, my pretty Ou…" and Daou took it - he took it all - letting the sound of Offroad’s voice, the way he said his name - to erase every insecurity and hesitation he had - pressing his lips fully against Offroad’s neck - trailing them down on his jaw before sinking into the skin - open-mouthed - hungrily - desperate - if Offroad was slow - Daou seemed to be in a marathon - because he was, he needed, he craved it - hands slipping under the red silk - feeling the smoothness of Offroad's back - his tiny waist - his traced stomach - he closed his fists from the inside - gripping the fabric - lifting it higher - and Offroad didn’t hesitate before raising his arms - allowing Daou to pull the shirt off completely - Daou stopped at the sight - because Offroad’s body was something else - something so sculpted - something so strong but so delicate - something so - something so - so…“F@ck, f@ck, f@ck,” he cursed before his lips found Offroad’s skin - he was so savagely sucking - kissing - licking - that Offroad lost himself in the moment - shifting in Daou’s lap, rolling his hips in a way that had both of their arousal meeting, “Ou…feels so good,” Daou wasn’t thinking anymore - wasn’t hesitating - because Offroad wasn’t letting him as he pressed deeper - hands moving to cup Daou’s face - closer - controlling the angle, controlling the pace.Daou didn't need Offroad to beg because if anything he would be the one begging - so when Offroad parted his lips, Daou’s tongue slipped in - consumed it - because now Daou just craved the way Offroad tasted - fingers tangled into his hair, so demanding, so greedy - Daou’s hold on Offroad's ass was firm as he stood up - never breaking the kiss, carrying the younger to the bed, hovering over him - and when he finally nestled between Offroad's legs, he stopped - taking in the sight - Offroad was breathing heavily, his chest so well fit - and Daou was gone, "You are perfect, you are so perfect," but Offroad’s gaze was gone as he reached for Daou's leather, struggling to unzip it - he didn’t want to talk and Daou got it, so he stood up, getting rid of his clothes, his underwear so tight as Offroad stood on his elbows, caught in Daou's size for a moment before he was getting rid of his own clothes, reaching for the drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube and a pair of condoms, Daou kneeled on the bed, Offroad’s underwear also suffocating as he moved to go back on top of the younger, being stopped with a gentle touch, "No, I will ride you, remember?" and Daou didn’t question, he just took his place on the side, a pillow on his back as he spread his legs - standing free as Offroad crawled in the middle of it, “It’s even bigger…”Daou nodded, fingers softly caressing Offroad's wrist, "Come here first, I don't want to hurt you," but Offroad shook his head, "I did it already, it's fine," and Daou got it - he didn’t like it - because he wanted to finger Offroad so bad until he was stretched enough - but he didn’t want to argue about it - not now - this was their first time so if anything they could adjust to each other some next time - because Daou didn’t need to start it to be sure he was going to want this again - so he just accepted it, carefully watching as Offroad opened the bottle of lube and ripped the condom with his teeth - he brought it closer to Daou’s waiting member - circling the head before sliding his lubed fingers down - Daou bit his lip - he felt his c@ck chocked on the latex and wanted to curse at it - but his eyes were now on Offroad as the younger got rid of his underwear - already dripping pre-c@m in need as he straddled Daou once more - but this time - it was skin on skin - this time - nothing was being hidden or kept from Daou - and Offroad was so mesmerisingly beautiful - Daou just wanted to take care of him in every possible way, so he couldn’t help it when his hand moved instinctively towards Offroad’s cheek, brushing away a stray strand that was across his face - the touch was butterfly-light but was enough for Offroad’s gaze to avoid him - as if he was intimidate by gentleness, “Stay still,” he warned - and Daou complied - he would stay still as Offroad lowered himself on him - or at least he would try to - because when he felt Offroad’s entrance teasingly brush against the tip of his length he struggled not to just grip his waist down, “F@ck,” Daou cursed - closing his eyes at how good it felt - his tip was being so welcomed in heat, the tightness - but Offroad’s eyes weren’t shut in pleasure - and Daou noticed - his hands moving on their own - cupping the nape of Offroad's neck in a gentle hold, massaging the tense muscles there, “Look at me,” and Offroad did, those beautiful eyes that should never be shut - not for Daou, “Your eyes, I want to see your eyes when I take you,” and Daou saw, the hidden vulnerability - but then, there was a shift - and the eyes became sharper, the gaze became l@st and the corner of Offroad’s lips weren’t curling in pain - but in tease, “Take me? I am the one taking you,” and in one go, Offroad took all of Daou, and surprisingly - Daou was the one cursing louder - “F@CK, ROAD I SWEAR,” but soon he had his mouth covered with one hand and Offroad’s gripping around his throat - Daou looked down between them - Offroad had him - fully - completely - he just took Daou in a single motion like it was nothing - like it was easy - but Daou knew better - his fingers instinctively sliding down Offroad’s waist, gripping the silk of his skin, “You…” but he couldn’t finish because Offroad rolled his hips, and Daou’s entire breath was knocked out of his lungs.Offroad stopped - closing his eyes and biting his lips - there it was, the pain - and Daou reached out, “I am here…” but he couldn’t, because Offroad was already defensive, “You talk too much,” the voice was small - and Daou wasn’t even sure if his heart was beating too fast or if it had just stopped completely - because he wondered why - why was Offroad so close and still so distant - why did he feel him closer when he was behind a screen - why were the walls so high that not even now - not even in this moment he could reach him - so Daou calmed down - telling himself he wouldn’t have Offroad the way he wanted - not so easily - not yet - so he rested his hands on the side, caressing Offroad’s skin - silently waiting for the younger to adjust and when he felt his c@ck finally having room - that was when Offroad also started to move - setting the pace - hands first on Daou's shoulders, then down to his chest - on his abs - eyes still closed and breathing in pace - until it became fluid - and Daou needed to hold - needed something - because Offroad was stunning like this - above him - on him - and Daou didn’t give a f@ck about rules as he pulled him closer, dragging his nails down Offroad's back just to hear a gasped moan from the other, his lips parting so beautifully - “Behave puppy…” his voice sounding so melodic - and Daou needed more of this, "You like that?" Daou was teasing but gentle and Offroad nodded, lost in pleasure but not refusing the care, “Be quiet and f@ck me harder,” - and then he was pulling one of Daou's hands to his waist - and Daou got it - supporting the body as Offroad rolled his hips faster - and this was building - the dynamic, the sync - and when they found this point, Offroad was gripping tight on Daou’s shoulders  - and Daou's grip around Offroad was tighter - spreading him - aligning himself in a trialerror until Offroad's thighs tightened, "OU, OU," the control was lost - Offroad's body was unbalanced and Daou smirked, "F@ck@ng finally," - he found it - and he had no intention of letting go of the jackpot as his hips jerked upwards - hitting that nerve over and over - and the way Offroad whined in pleasure was the biggest fuel Daou could feed on - “Faster but…don’t c@m”, Offroad warned.

Daou was closer but he had his priorities straight - he wanted Offroad to be louder - wanted him closer - wanted to be deeper - but the loudest sound was the skin slapping - the wetness of their intimacy - Offroad’s forehead touching Daou’s shoulder, his hands closing hard around Daou as if he wanted just the same - but his moans were muffled and Daou hated it, so he instinctively took a hold of Offroad’s throat, pushing him back so the younger was higher - staring back at Daou - his pupils dilated in l@st, “Let me hear you, it’s just us here, please,” - and Offroad’s lip trembled, eyes shut as he shook his head - and Daou f@ck@ng lost it - not giving any time for Offroad to adjust to anything, he took a hold sideways of the younger’s ankles - having Offroad totally caught off guard - hard, raw, no holding back - the new position helping his movements as he stroked Offroad’s dripping c@ck while his pace was syncing - and when Offroad finally cried his name out loud, body spasming in need as he came in a mess - all over his tummy and Daou’s hand - Daou held back - thrusts still deep but now slow, “That’s it, wasn’t that hard now was it?” - Offroad didn’t answer, his body just coming down in gelatine - Daou pulled him up, now holding him in a lotus position - pampering the younger with kisses, “You with me?” Offroad wiped the sweat from his forehead, humming in a barely audible tone, Daou was moving painfully slow for his own good - bringing Offroad closer until he felt the younger’s flat hand on his chest, “Can you finish or?” he wasn’t looking at Daou - and again, Daou didn’t like that as he lifted the other’s chin, facing him, “When you are good, I will finish,” Offroad seemed confused - gaze back on Daou’s lips as if he wanted to understand each word from the inside, “I am good, just making sure you can finish unless…” and Daou kissed him - because he didn’t even want to consider that Offroad was doubting if he could make Daou c@m - because f@ck - Daou wanted nothing but that - he kissed Offroad with the same intensity he moved again - because Offroad needed to know how much Daou wanted him - hands all over the younger’s body - pinching his nipples to hardness - biting at his neck, his jawline - all the sensitive spots of worshiping as he got his pace again - didn’t take long to reach the highness he was close to minutes before, “Ro…P’To…” and Offroad’s fingertips were caressing on Daou’s nape, the gentleness was barely there, but it was there - the elder was pulled into a open mouth kiss - his moans welcomed - Offroad sucking the volume of it - Daou’s legs spasming as he felt himself c@ming into the condom, body naturally on Offroad’s, hugging the younger too tight - and Daou wanted to stay like this - wanted to freeze this moment and somehow to have Offroad closer - not in a physical but in emotional dimension - the problem was that, Offroad, didn’t hug him back.

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Offroad’s hands gripped the edge of the sink - knuckles white from the pressure - the bathroom mirror was fogged - skin damp from the shower and burning drops trailing down his chest - he slid the tip of his fingers down to his V-line - a bite near the towel line - Offroad took a deep breath, closing his eyes while his fingers brushed over his marked skin.
   flashback 

  Offroad was adjusting the sleeves of his shirt when he felt two familiar arms wrap around his waist and a breath in his ear - he almost giggled at it - but he didn’t - instead, Offroad raised his brows, staring at Daou through the mirror - still only in his underwear while Offroad was fully dressed - Daou’s hand sliding down his stomach, whispering at the younger’s earlobe, "Another round?" and Offroad placed his hand over Daou’s - shivering - not from arousal because he had c@m enough times for that - but from the way it felt comforting, normal, ”I already told you I have to go, also we need to stop meeting in broad daylight, it’s 3 pm no one’s f@ck@ng at this time.“ Offroad continued, and Daou chuckled at it, letting go of the younger while cracking his neck sideways, "The audacity, you called me.”, Offroad nodded, smirking at it, "You sent me a mirror selfie, shirtless, flexing your chest, so you started.” Daou hummed, “I was leaving the gym,” hands back on Offroad’s waist, turning him around - and Offroad’s arms were already on his neck - and Daou already kissing him. 

    flashback  
Offroad blinked - gripping the sink tighter - it’s been weeks of this - every time Offroad let himself go for another round - it became harder to pretend that whatever this was - was casual - because Daou was everything but casual - Daou never did things halfway, Daou always gave everything - and Offroad? Offroad kept letting him - because it felt good - but at the same time, it felt bad - because Daou never asked for anything, not a promise, not a label, not a contract - just Offroad - and yeah - that was the f@ck@ng problem - because if Daou asked for something, terms would be settled, conditions, rules - and Offroad would know how to handle it - but not like this, when he never pushed or demanded - never made Offroad feel like he had to give more than he was willing - and Offroad simply didn’t know how to receive without payment because payment meant control - and Offroad had none when it came to Daou - because somehow, in some d@mn way - Daou made room - in his life - in his head - his f@ck@ng skin.Offroad tried - he tried so hard - he never slept or stayed the night - he wouldn’t allow any type of physical touch in public - he wouldn’t let Daou own him - he wouldn’t submit - because he didn’t trust - he couldn’t - he kept telling himself this couldn’t be and wondering what was the reason - because how come there was no reason? There was always a reason for everything - Offroad shook his head, drying his skin before walking back to the bedroom, "F@ck@ng hell," he rushed to the closet - today was the press conference for the movie - and he was already so d@mn late.On the way to the press conference, Offroad already knew he was in trouble by the amount of missed calls - quickly, he dialled Rinda through Bluetooth - her voice came as sharp as the background sound of cameras and PR sets, "Where are you?" Offroad gripped the wheel, "Traffic, I'll be there in 10." - but Bangkok was never kind to anyone running on a schedule, and by the time he arrived at the venue, the first part of the press already started - Offroad could tell by the crowd, the flashes, the sounds of adjusting lenses and microphones - so he took the back entrance and rushed straight to the upper floor to his makeup room - needless to say, Rinda was already there, arms crossed, holding her bag of cosmetics, looking dangerously unimpressed when Offroad smiled, “Five more minutes and I would have started writing your eulogy,” she scolded, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him inside - no chance to breathe, much less to defend himself. "No time, sit, clothes, makeup and pray to your ancestors for forgiveness," she commanded. Offroad closed his eyes, frowning at the powder - Rinda was always good at multitasking - hands on his face, hands on his hair, handling organisation and even the schedule - behind him, P'James with his last-minute instructions, and P'Mix with snarky remarks. Offroad was too distracted - not keeping up but just letting things go - Rinda pulled him up as soon as she finished, pushing him toward the dressing area, ”You have exactly two minutes to get dressed. Move."The younger rushed - he knew this suit was tailored so took him less than those 2 minutes before he walked out - hair already perfect, glasses on - gesturing, "Happy?" to Rinda, but when she rolled her eyes Offroad immediately knew something was missing, but before Rinda could reach him, someone else did - and Offroad froze when he felt Daou's closeness - yes - Daou - both hands adjusting the collar of his blazer, thumbs on the fabric, slowly smoothing it - so natural, so normal - and Offroad didn't move - eyes blank until he met Daou's gaze - he could feel the breath, the warmth, "There, now it's perfect," Daou whispered and Offroad immediately avoided those eyes because, f@ck - Daou was admiring him so intensely Offroad almost felt small - but then, right behind Daou, there was Rinda - lips parted, one eyebrow lifted, and a finger pointed - she was about to say something, but Daou moved, chuckling, "Sorry, I live with my best friend and he has a little brother, kind of habit to fix his suit," and Offroad frowned - little brother? But Rinda, apparently, found it hilarious as she nodded, "Of course you do, Road, come on, move," and when Offroad walked past Daou, their eyes met again - Offroad wanted to scold, to glare, but he chuckled - because he felt, shy? F@ck. Offroad was f@ck@d. In every possible way one can be.When they finished the press conference - everything was fine - the feedback was positive, the energy high, and everyone was eagerly anticipating the movie premiere next month - Daou, despite not having the lead role, was also attracting attentions - some already knew him from TikTok, and now, his platforms were stronger than ever - Offroad didn’t mention it, but he was proud - he knew Daou was talented - talented in a lot of ways - a lot, a lot of ways and Offroad found himself smirking at the thought. Everyone was now backstage, finishing up and collecting their belongings when Offroad felt it - he was facing the mirror when he recognised the scent - so fresh and warm - so sweet and salty - so safe and risky, “You did so well today,” Daou murmured and Offroad nodded - accepting the compliment before turning back to face the elder,  “I’ve been in the industry for a while. You’ll get used to it in no time, not like you need to, since you already handle crowds and media well.”, Daou bowed in a joke way but his fingers were moving - playing with his rings, twisting them around his knuckles - Offroad noticed, “What is it?” Daou looked around - making sure no one was close enough to hear and then he spoke, “I want to take you somewhere.” Offroad wasn’t expecting it - not like this, out of the blue. “Yeah, send me the location and time, I’ll…” but Daou stepped closer, reaching for Offroad’s wrist - just a light touch, “No. I wanna go together. If you don’t want to take my bike, we can take your car, it’s a quiet place, discreet. No one will recognise you…us.” Offroad’s eyes moved from Daou’s touch to his face and back - slowly moving his arm away, putting distance between them - Daou understood, immediately stepping back. But there was something in his expression that had Offroad melting - the sharp lines of his eyes softening - those black olive depths carrying - Daou knew when to use his puppy side, and Offroad wanted to curse at it - wanted to ignore how it made him weak - but he didn’t - instead, he sighed, “My car then. You wanna go tonight?”And there it was - the big smile, the sparkling gaze - if Daou had a dog tail, Offroad was sure it would be wagging. “You’re free?” Offroad chuckled - because Daou was cute - annoyingly cute. “Yeah, we all have a free day tomorrow, and my sister’s staying at her friend’s place. Is it far?” Daou paused, moving his head as if trying to remember the exact location. “Not that far, but not that close, I guess?” Offroad nodded before shrugging off his blazer and move toward the changing cubicle. “Let me change, then we can go.” And he was about to close the curtain when Rinda’s voice cut in. “I booked a restaurant, guess you won’t be joining us tonight?” Offroad rolled his eyes before chuckling, throwing a glance at Daou just for fun. “Maybe you can join us, P’Rinda?”Offroad did it on purpose - just to see how Daou would react - and he saw it - the smallest disappointment before a neutral expression, “Yes, please join us P’Rinda” Daou offered politely but Rinda caught it too, side-eyeing Offroad before discarding the idea completely, “Third-wheeling isn’t my thing,” she said, waving him off. “Have fun.” And Offroad wasn’t sure if he would, but he decided to give this a try - only for himself - and maybe, just maybe, for Daou.

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"I can't believe we're here." Offroad was happy - his smile was wild, genuine, relaxed - and that alone was enough for Daou to feel like he was having the best meal of his entire existence - they were in a small blended Chinese neighbourhood on the quieter roots of Bangkok, a humble street market with just a few tables, scattered lights, and an array of undeniably delicious fusion dishes - Offroad agreed to this without a doubt from the way he was devouring the caramelised spicy prok duck over rice - Daou smiled at the sight, he never imagined this was part of the celebrity etiquette - watching Offroad dig in like he was starved, unbothered by anything else around him - so delighted and home like, "I used to come here when I was younger. I've grown up in Thailand, but my roots are Chinese," Daou mentioned casually, and Offroad's eyes widened as he filled another spoon."Really? You never told me that." Daou simply nodded, elbows resting on the table, chin propped in his hands, eyes on Offroad - just staring, "Is it delicious?" Offroad nodded - mouth still half full, naked from manners.,"So good. Try it, P', here." and Daou parted his lips - not because he particularly wanted the food, but because of how naturally Offroad had called him P’ - he wasn't expecting - or processed it until the food was in his mouth, but he welcomed it, tasting the moment more than the sauce. "Mhm, it's delicious." Offroad smiled again - his eyebrows lifting and nose scrunching -,and Daou felt something shifting - something sparkling - because Offroad was beautiful on a daily basis, stunning in their intimacy, but right now? In this genuine happiness? This was something beyond Daou's imagination, "I used to eat on a place like that before..." Offroad stopped, as if he felt like he was talking too much, reaching for his drink and taking a long sip, "A long time ago, it's nice, thank you for bringing me here," and Daou couldn't help himself from reaching out, hand placed over Offroad's, "Before?" his thumb gently caressing Offroad's back hand and the younger stared at the touch - and in this moment Daou thought he was getting closer - but Offroad's phone had other plans.Sharp, urgent - piercing through the moment - and Daou wanted to curse at it, wanted to tell Offroad not to answer. And for a second, Offroad considered ignoring it - Daou saw it in the hesitation - but all of that was gone from both of them the moment the name flashed on the screen - Offroad was fast, not even bothering to move anything aside as he picked up, “Alpha?” And Daou saw it - he was already worrie - but it became even more evident when Offroad’s jaw tightened, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. “Where are you? Who is with you?” - and then Offroad cursed under his breath, and Daou didn’t wait - already standing up, moving the plates aside, gesturing to Offroad that the bill was handled.“I’m coming. Stay there. Don’t say or do anything else, I will handle it.” the call ended, and Offroad ran a hand through his hair, massaging his temples - almost punching the air -  Daou stepped closer. “What happened?” But Offroad stood up too fast. “I have to go,” he muttered, already moving - Daou reached out, grabbing his wrist, “We came together, remember? I left my bike back at…” but he didn’t even get to finish because Offroad was already pulling him, “Just come.” Offroad was clearly distressed, and Daou didn’t like it - so when they reached the parking lot, he didn’t want any further arguments. “I’ll drive.”, Offroad turned around, glaring, “No, you…” but then he exhaled sharply, reaching for his pocket, pressing the car keys into Daou’s hand, “Whatever. Just get us there quickly. Police station, near downtown, the old district.”The ride was fast - Daou had never seen Offroad like this before - tonight seemed to be a night where he was getting to know a lot - more than he intended to begin with, because Offroad was controlled - but now he was restless, angry, emotions bleeding out, and Daou couldn't bear it, "What exactly happened?" and Offroad’s knee kept trembling - Daou was glad he didn’t let him drive, “Alpha got caught at a party. She’s barely eighteen. The cops picked her and two of her friends up for underage drinking, some b@llsh@t ‘disciplinary warning’ before they let them off.” and Daou couldn't hold back a small chuckle, "It's canon," but he felt Offroad glaring at him, "Don't you dare say that in front of her. You know how worried I am..." Daou glanced, something reminding him of their first incident, "You’re worried they will tell the press?" and this time - Offroad snapped, "Press? I am worried about her, she is my little sister, I don't give a f@ck about the press!" - there it was - an Offroad that cares - enough for Daou to shut up until they reached the station - Daou pulled into the side street, "I will wait here, it's better if we are not seen together, right?" Offroad turned, as if he was offended, but then agreeing, "Of course, I won’t take long."Offroad took long - almost two hours - when he finally walked out, Alpha was beside him - hood pulled over her head, arms crossed, looking every bit like a kid who knew she had messed up - Daou leaned against the seat, watching as they approached, and Daou instinctively unlocked the back door - Offroad opening it and gesturing, "Get in." Alpha didn’t argue - she slid in - greeting Daou in silence through the mirror with a small bow that Daou returned - Offroad followed - his eyes locking with Daou’s and somehow - Daou understood he was supposed to drive them home - the problem was, "I don't know the way..." and Offroad immediately reached for the monitor, clicking the navigator menu "Destination: Home" - Daou didn’t look at him - just followed - a few minutes felt like hours, the car was tense, the silence was suffocating Daou, and this was none of his business - he considered turning some music on but then refrained from doing so, and when he was about to make conversation, Offroad snapped back at his sister, "What the f@ck were you thinking?"Alpha mumbled, arms crossed, "It wasn’t a big..." but Offroad was having none of it, "It was the police, you are eighteen, you are not a kid anymore, do you even know what could've happened?" and Alpha uncrossed her arms, chest upfront, "I am so sorry for being an inconvenience to your career, are you embarrassed? Everything always has to be about you, right? About your image. About your..." Offroad lost it, “This is not about my f@ck@ng career! You think I give a f@ck if people talk about me? You think I care if they call me a bad influence? I care about you. About the fact that you think this is normal. That you don’t realize how bad this could’ve gone..."Alpha trembled - Daou saw it through the mirror, his hand instinctively on Offroad's knee so the younger would calm down - silence again - until Alpha gulped, "Now you are crying, great," Daou interrupted, "Alpha," and her eyes were on the mirror, meeting Daou's, "This isn't about your brother, it’s about you. What if something worse happened? The cops being there was actually good, you know? What if someone tried to take advantage of the situation? Do you know how dangerous that is?”Alpha blinked, thrown off guard - she had been following Daou for so long - his name was saved in her phone under little star emojis - she made edits of him before she ever knew she’d meet him in real life - and now, she couldn't argue, Daou continued, "Your brother does everything for you. He takes care of you. I know you might not see it that way all the time, but trust me - you say you have me as a role model - you should have him. You know he is my bias? I've been following his work for years just like you've been following mine," and Alpha’s tears were gone, curiosity in her eyes suddenly sparking, "Really?" and Daou chuckled, "Yeah, he inspired me to follow acting, to never give up on my dreams…" Offroad was about to say something, but Daou’s grip on his knee tightened - and he got it - "We care about you, so if you also care about me, and about your brother, and I know you do, don't do it again?" and Alpha finally gave in, "I get it, I won’t do it again.”, Offroad frowned - while Daou was victorious - when they arrived, the car was stopped at the parking lot and Offroad immediately turned around, "Get inside, leave your phone in the living room, and go to sleep," she was about to protest but then her eyes met Daou's and she only nodded, "Good night, P'Daou," and Daou bowed, turning back, "Good night, Nong.”Offroad unfastened his seatbelt, pressing his fingers against his temples, leaning his back on the car seat, head resting against the leather. “She never listens to me.”, Daou hummed in amusement, arms letting go of the wheel as he turned the vehicle off. “She seemed like she listened just fine.” Offroad turned his head, chuckling but still visibly annoyed. “Yeah, she never listens to me. But you? You show up once, say a few cheesy words, and suddenly she’s nodding along like you're Buddha himself.” Daou smirked, trying to lift the tension. “Maybe I am?” And Offroad rolled his eyes but didn’t argue - he seemed lost in thoughts - unguarded, tired - and Daou wasn’t the type to push - not with word - so instead, he unfastened his own belt, body shifting as he turned toward Offroad - to listen even if the younger wasn’t going to talk - but Offroad turned in the same way, adjusting his watch before chuckling - despite there was no joke being told, “It’s just me and her. Since our parents…” Offroad stutter - shaking his head before continuing, “I’m trying, but sometimes it feels like I have no idea what I’m doing. She’s eighteen now, and some things I can’t control.”, Daou didn’t answer right away - he just listened - Offroad looked different now, moved different, sounded different, “You’re doing your best,” Daou finally said, “Better than most would.” Offroad shook his head. “You don’t know me. And Daou reached out -  hand finding Offroad’s, fingers curling around his wrist. “I do. She has you. And having someone who would do anything for us, someone giving their all, that’s always enough.” - Offroad didn’t push - but he also didn’t say a word - fingers shifted, intertwining with Daou’s - his breath was slow, eyes still cast down - and Daou let the silence take over - and then Offroad sighed  - pulling away, clearing his throat. “It’s late,” he stated the obvious and Daou straightened himself in his seat. “Yeah, I should go get my bike.”Offroad didn’t move at first - but then he looked at Daou, whispering a whisper, “Stay.” Daou chuckled. “Stay?” And Offroad turned forward again, “It’s late. You can sleep in the guest room. We’ll get your bike tomorrow.” Daou hummed, pretending to consider it, but then he shifted again - teasing fingers reaching to pinch Offroad’s waist - and the sudden touch made the younger jolt, his body twitching as he turned to glare at Daou. “What?” Daou leaned further on the side, one arm resting against the middle console, the other sliding down to Offroad’s waist, holding it gently “I can stay…but I’m not sleeping in the guest room.” Offroad didn’t push the touch - instead, he crossed his arms, eybrows lifting, chin up, meeting Daou’s suggestive gaze, “I invite you to stay, and you get to be picky?”, Daou smirked - fingers sneaking further around Offroad’s waist and amused breath teasing the younger’s earlobe, “Thank you for inviting me, P’To. And I’m not being picky, take it as me returning the favour.”Daou’s voice was going lower - so was his touch -thumbs playing at the edges of Offroad’s shirt - grazing the skin beneath - Offroad rolled his eyes but didn’t move much, arms slowly uncrossing. “Where do you want to sleep then?”Daou came closer - too close - breath warm against Offroad’s skin. “Guess.”, needless to say, Offroad didn’t guess - instead, he cupped Daou’s face and pressed a quick kiss against his lips - and it caught Daou off guard - because Offroad wasn’t the type to steal kisses - but before he could react, Offroad pulled him in for another - this one exactly how Offroad kissed - grip tight on Daou’s jaw - taking, absorbing, consuming - demanding. Daou matched the energy immediately, hands up Offroad’s body - slipping beneath his shirt - Offroad flexed his leg, wanting Daou closer, and Daou smirked into the kiss, teasing his teeth against Offroad’s lower lip before smoothing over it with his tongue. “You taste spicy today, like literally.” Offroad shoved at his chest. “Can’t you be more inconvenient? We were having a moment.” he frowned, straightening his torso, and Daou chuckled, “We’re not doing it here, are we? So it’s not like I ruined something we can’t go back to once we’re inside.”, Offroad rolled his eyes, arms crossed, face closed off - but Daou knew him too well, “Just park the car, dumbass.”They didn’t talk in the elevator - just Daou, teasing in between smiles and whistlers - and Offroad, pretending to sulk - but the moment they stepped inside - the tension was gone - and Daou slowed, taking in the space - big, pristine, minimal - not a single thing out of place, Daou ran a finger along the cool marble surface of the kitchen counter, eyes wandering - to the high ceilings, the polished floors, the eerie stillness, “This looks like a museum. You sure you live here? My place is chaos.”Offroad tsked, walking toward the open kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, taking a long sip, “I don’t have people coming around often.” Daou nodded, gaze back to the other, “I feel special,” a jacket smacked him in the face, “Shut it. Let’s go upstairs.” Daou was in the mood, catching the jacket, far from done with the teasing, “Not even offering me a drink? Where are your manners, P’To? I am…” but Offroad was already walking away, heading up the stairs - and of course, Daou followed - like he always did.

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The door had barely shut, and Offroad was already feeling his decision down on him - he looked toward the glass windows by his bed, the skyline of Bangkok beyond it - polluted, hazy - and somehow still more breathable than the air inside this room - this wasn’t a hotel - this wasn’t a place to leave after a few hours - this f@ck@ng wasn’t supposed to happen. Offroad took a deep breath, cracking his neck sideways - he felt Daou before he saw him - the warmth at his back, the quiet presence, two large hands pressing against his shoulders, "Are you tired?” Offroad closed his eyes, just for a moment - letting his body give in to Daou’s touch before he moved -  sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands through his hair, supporting his head,”Was a long day.”and he could hear Daou chuckling softly, settling next to him, hands from Offroad’s shoulders to his nape - gently massaging the are - Offroad straightened his back at the touch - and when he did, Daou’s fingers found his cheek, thumb over his skin and face close, “My pretty is tired, let me take care of you?” the words were gentle, the intentions even more - Offroad knew this, but he didn’t react - because he didn’t know how - because for Offroad s@x was never about comfort, or being taken care of, or being seen - no - s@x was about control - knowing what to expect - knowing how to leave when it was over - easy, mechanical, casual - but this - this was anything but what Offroad knew.He felt Daou’s thumb over his lips, felt the tip of his nose brush against his own - slow, asking - and Offroad’s hand hovered over Daou’s wrist, hesitating, "Ou... I…" but Daou kissed him before he could finish - now the urgency from earlier, the teasing from the parking lot - was all gone - this was the slow burn Offroad was foreigner to - Daou sucking lightly on his lower lip, tongue soothing over the bite, not taking - just giving - and Offroad let him - he let him - he let Daou’s hands wander lower - let him hold him in a way that wasn’t about power - Daou didn’t force, didn’t demand - he lifted Offroad into the mattress like he was something to be handled carefully - and again - Offroad let him - Daou undressed him, but in a way that had him more naked than ever - and Offroad let him -  it was so much more than any time they had f@ck@d before - because this time, Daou wasn’t just touching him - he was seeing him - and Offroad let him.The bed was open, the clothes gone, and Daou’s lips were everywhere - his jaw, his throat, his collarbones, his chest, his ribs, his tummy, his hips - each kiss pressed like worship - and Offroad f@ck@ng let him - his back arched, fingers gripping the sheets when Daou lifted his ankles, settling them over his shoulders - kissing, licking, breathing him in, “Everything about you is so beautiful,” Daou praised against his skin - and Offroad let him - every compliment, every touch, every quiet adoration - because it felt good - so f@ck@ng good. Then Daou came back up, hovering over him - hand stroking Offroad’s c@ck slow before moving down, teasing circles along the inside of his thighs, kissing his cheeks so d@mn gently, “Baby…” Offroad’s eyes were barely open when they met Daou’s “Mhm?”, Daou chuckled at the way the younger wasn’t even there, "Lube? Condoms?”, Offroad lifted his arm, pointing lazily toward the nightstand and Daou didn’t need to be told twice - Offroad hardly registering the movement - because his body wasn't his anymore ”Relax." Offroad already was - his body obeyed before thinking - and he cursed himself for never letting Daou’s fingers do this before - longer, smoother, skilled, better than when Offroad did it himself - “F@ck…this is so good, Ou…” his back arched, arm locking around Daou’s neck - his lips still being kissed through every touch - every breath - every whisper - Daou’s voice so close, so low, as if he was whispering for the inside of Offroad’s mind, "Open up.” And Offroad lips parted wide, body pliant, mind slipping, and Daou chuckled - Offroad was snapped back - eyes sharp and foxy - head lifting from the pillow as he glared, “What?” But then he realised - Daou wasn’t teasing - he looked soft - softer than Offroad had ever seen - like the most obedient puppy - voice low, small, ”Not your mouth, open here.” Offroad felt Daou’s weight between his thighs - his arousal pressing against Offroad’s clenching one - both of them leaking - and then the sound of latex was loud - and it hit Offroad - he was letting this happen.Body locked - fear in his eyes as he looked up at Daou - and Daou noticed - so he didn’t push forward - hand grasping Offroad’s closed fist - prying it open and intertwining their fingers, “You trust P’?” But Offroad didn’t answer - he stared at their hands - the way Daou was holding him - then back into Daou’s eyes - soft - so f@ck@ng soft, ”I promise I’ll make you feel good, just enjoy, okay?” - and Offroad let it happen - he opened just enough for Daou to press inside - and it wasn’t rough when he entered, it wasn’t rushed either - it wasn’t something Offroad knew how to take control on - because Daou was the one taking care of him - and Offroad let him - because he was selfish and Daou was so good at taking care of him - filling him so slowly, letting him adjust, holding his own weight just enough to make sure not even a millimetre of Offroad’s sensitive, tired body felt overwhelmed - his eyes never left Offroad - their fingers never unlocked - every kiss was soft - against Offroad’s parted lips, his cheek, the hinge of his jaw, the dip of his throat, his shoulders - everywhere - and Offroad was lost in it - because it was too much - because Daou was too much - his touch, the way he whispered Offroad’s name, the way he praised him at every movement - each thrust was another worship, and Offroad had never felt so wanted - his body shaking - not from the pleasure, not from being so full, not from the way he had opened so easily - but from fear - pure fear of believing this and he panicked - Offroad f@ck@ng panicked when they were close - so close - Daou felt it around his length - the way Offroad tightened, the pressure clenching down every time Daou moved his hips - so he reached, gently pulling Offroad’s leg up against his chest, forehead pressed against Offroad’s as he did so - Offroad felt tears in his eyes before he came hard - his body shaking, spasming, gasping for Daou’s name - and Daou loved it.Because Daou thought Offroad was begging from pleasure - and not from suffocating fear - so he followed - holding so f@ck@ng tight onto Offroad - kissing, licking, worshipping every piece of skin - moaning Offroad’s name as he filled into the condom - his muscles tensing and threatening to break from how much he had just given - Daou collapsed on Offroad’s chest - breathless, laughing , forehead falling against his shoulder - body in the afterglow, “F@ck…” Daou whispered, chuckling, his fingers still locked with Offroad’s, “That was…” Daou was still inside him - still warm - still there - unable to put it into words his ecstasy and he lifted his face to press a kiss on Offroad’s temple,“You…” and it didn’t last an instant, “I think you should leave.” Offroad didn’t dare to look into Daou’s eyes - because he wasn’t only being selfish - he was being a coward and he knew it - he felt the way Daou’s body became tense - breath knotting in his throat as he let go of Offroad’s hand before abruptly - so f@ck@ng brute - pulled out - and Offroad felt the emptiness immediately.Daou pushed the mattress - back turned to Offroad as he regained his breath sitting on the edge of the bed, Offroad stuttered, “I…I…” but Daou was faster, “I heard you,” he turned, reaching for the condom, knotting it and slipping off the bed - Offroad didn’t remember feeling this whenever he was close to Daou - it was something he was foreigner to, like if something just turned off his light and turned it into darkness - and Offroad hated it - but he knew he was the one causing it, Offroad heard the sound of the wrapper hitting the trash followed by the sink running - and he straightened up his torso, fists on the sheets - dizzy, weak - and Daou was already grabbing his clothes, putting himself back together while Offroad just sat there - a f@ck@ng mess - “Ou…” Offroad’s voice was small but Daou played no business to it - finishing to button his shirt up in anger - reaching for his phone on the table - pulling on his jacket and reaching for the door - Offroad moved, but he couldn’t - he was naked from everything, “P’Daou…” it was instinctive - a cheap move even for Offroad - and this time, Daou turned around, smiling, mocking - shoulders pretending to be relaxed before turning to the door again, voice like a blade, “I am not your P” and next second, gone - and Offroad sat there, alone on his f@ck@ng bed - staring at the open door - and the scent of Daou on his skin and he hated what he just witness - because this wasn’t the same Daou - this wasn’t the Daou that took care of him - and he hated it so much - hated everything - but most of all, Offroad hated himself for it.

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Offroad called - once, twice, too many times - and too many times he hit the voicemail - he texted - not even left on read and if that wasn’t enough - the pictures - because someone was there - again - waiting - again - a camera hidden in the dark corners of his parking lot, lens trained on his car, ready to capture the exact moment he and Daou had their make out session that night - the angle was blurred, but everyone could tell who was inside - DaouOffroad? - the comments - the speculations - the f@ck@ng hashtag - and more - those anonymous messages and troll accounts - some quite specific.“He’s using you for his career.”
“Bet you think he actually cares.”
“Stay a way from that clout chaser.”Offroad didn’t block - because Offroad couldn’t stop it and at this point he didn’t even know he wanted to - because what he really wanted to - was talking to Daou - and that seemed so much harder than dealing with toxic fans, the entire press and their grandmothers. The meeting was scheduled before noon, P’James and the PR team were seated across from them, “We need to talk about the new pictures,” P’James started - the projector up with articles and social media clips, Daou barely glanced at them - Offroad didn’t either - his eyes were on Daou, on Daou only - but the elder wasn’t looking back, “We’re two weeks away from the premiere,” P’James started, “This is momentum, your name is everywhere, there is already an hashtag, people are interested. We could use this.”Silence before Daou had his elbows on the table, his usual manners clearly outside, “Use what exactly?”  P’James didn’t even hesitate, he was used to the industry for years now, “Fan service. Engagement. Maybe lean into the ship a little, give them something to work with.” Offroad felt nauseous, but he kept his computer, “Fan service? You want me to take part on this circus?” P’James took a deep breath, glancing at Offroad but when the younger keep quiet he continued, “We don’t have to push it, just… don’t kill it? No confirmation but also no denying, it’s not about lying, just about… playing the media game,” Daou chuckled, “I am out of the game, this is not part of my contract,” and that’s when the manager of the PR team had a say, “Actually, it kind of is.” Offroad felt disgusted - as if he was rewatching the exact same situation he faced a few years ago when he started his career - and he wanted Daou to be far away from this - but it was too late now, “Care to explain?” Offroad could recognised this tone - Daou was annoyed - and he had all the right to be, the PR manager on the other hand, seemed amused at the project, “It’s not a contract obligation per se, but media engagement is part of the promotional process, we just want you both to be mindful of the narrative, people love this. You saw the numbers? If we give them just enough to keep the curiosity alive, it benefits the film, and in turn, benefits both of you.” Daou tsked, leaning back against his chair, “You mean it benefits your main actor and artist under this company.” There it was - the first strike - but at least Daou was referring to Offroad and that was enough to tickle the younger, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Offroad’s voice wasn’t and Daou didn’t look at him, eyes still looked on the already finished presentation of articles, “It means I don’t need this, I never wanted this. You think I give a sh@t about trends? About hashtags? About fanservice? I got this role because I worked for it, not because of some fake ship, that’s not my job, you are the actor, you are the good at faking everything, not me.” the words were targeted and Offroad was triggered, “Didn’t you join this role just to be able to build your singer career out of it? You think I want this? To wake up to my entire f@ck@ng life being turned into a PR stunt? To be followed, to be recorded, to have pictures of us everywhere?” Daou was silent, but then he mumbled, “This is your world, you’re used to it.” And Offroad stood up, his manners now leaving the room to keep company to Daou’s, “Well, guess what, this is your world now too, because the name Pittaya, Daou, Oueiija, is f@ck@ng attached to mine everywhere and all over the internet, so I am sorry to break it to you but you are part of my world now!” And this would have been something romantic, in another context.“We should all calm down,” P’James cleared his throat, attempting to reel the conversation back before it got even more personal, but Offroad and Daou were locked in each other’s gaze now, “I’m not feeding into this b@llsh@t Offroad,” Daou stood up, pushing the chair back a little too hard, “And if that’s a problem, let me know. I’d rather tank my career now than start it with a f@ck@ng lie.” And Offroad watched as Daou walked away - again - and the entire meeting agreed that for now - damage control and small statements would be the best way to go - Offroad wasn’t listening anymore because on his mind it was only Daou’s words - if in one hand it was piercing his pride, in another, he knew Daou was absolutely right and he wished - he didn’t gave into the demands of his career - but he did, and this was Offroad now - and no one, not even Daou, could take it back.

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The dinner was set in one of the high-end restaurants along Bangkok River - night lights and overpriced wine - and Offroad wasn’t in the mood for any of it, but he couldn’t call it off - first because Offroad was professional - and second, should be first - Daou was going to be there. After parking his car, Offroad spotted P’Rinda scrolling through her phone. “You’re late,” she stated, eyes still on the screen. “Who’s inside already?” He ignored the scold, even though he was the one who suggested they be there earlier. “Most of the team. P’James, the PR staff, some producers, a few actors from the cast,” she listed, swiping through her screen before finally looking into Offroad’s eyes with a judging glint. “And before you ask, Daou isn’t here yet.” Offroad’s eyes turned foxy, but it’s not like he could intimidate Rinda. “Didn’t ask.” Rinda chuckled, and then Offroad saw it - if he had cat ears, those would be shaking uncontrollably the moment he recognized it.A car Offroad wasn’t familiar with - Daou in the passenger seat - he watched as the door opened - a tanned guy saying something and Daou all giggling - looking easy - as if he could actually talk to people and not ignore them for a lifetime - Offroad was petty - his eyes fuming when the guy waved before driving off - and Daou adjusted his outfit, looking a way a bit too good for Offroad’s liking - completely clueless that now Offroad had already murder him, his ride and everyone that crossed his sight, Rinda slipped her phone into her purse, “You’re doing it again.” And Offroad turned on the side, “Doing what?” She offered him her arm so they could walk in together, “Jumping into conclusions baby,” but Offroad was defensive, “What should I conclude? You think the same,” and Rinda chuckled, “Think what? That a friend gave him a ride and Daou didn’t even notice you were staring like a jealous…” Offroad cut it short, “I am not jealous,” and his make up artist was going to argue back, but then she noticed Daou closer, bowing politely, “Good Night P’Rinda, good night Khun Toto,” and Offroad wanted to strangle something - maybe Daou - maybe himself - because this formality sounded so f@ck@ng wrong, so he ignored P’Rinda presence, “Seems like the good in your night just left,” but Rinda pulled his arm inside, dragging Offroad trough the restaurant as she mumbled, “If you’re going to embarrass yourself, at least don’t do it while I’m holding onto you.”Inside, the restaurant was loud in society noises, clinking of glasses, cheap gossips, flashes and waiters in between tables - Offroad's mood was already ruined at the sight of Daou laughing with a random guy, but he still allowed Rinda to drag him inside and get him on his seat - regardless, even when the fanciest main meal was being served, Offroad attention was only on Daou - because Daou was there and clearly not giving a single f@ck about Offroad - and this was just p@ss@ng him off because Offroad attended to this event for one reason only - Daou - this dinner was an obligatory affair, their last gathering before the premirer, before press conferences, before the whirlwind of events leading up to the film's release - it was supposed to be celebratory - Offroad was the main lead - yet, he was only glaring at his drink.It started slow, because Offroad needed to avoid his thoughts. The first glass of wine was courtesy of the house - the second was convenient - and the third - had nothing to do with the food anymore. But Offroad kept going, because watching Daou across the table, smiling, talking, being polite, was something he didn’t know how to tolerate. So Daou could sit there, all easy, laughing, engaging with other actors, with other people? After showing up in some stranger’s car? Offroad wasn’t wrong on his conclusions after all. More food arrived - Offroad stuck to his drink - and soon the warm, golden glow of the restaurant started to blur - a hazy film over his vision, as he ordered whiskey with dessert, Rinda was there, “Slow down,” she said, her hand brushing against his arm as he took another sip, “I’m fine.” the dinner was on - private, exclusive - too elite for its own good - conversations dragged, glasses refilled - and then, an actor - Offroad recognised the face - familiar, but not too familiar, it was someone from another company, someone who had enough confidence - or enough drinks - to pull up a chair beside him, voice amused, “You’re even prettier in person”, and Offroad smirked, clinking his glass against the stranger’s - Rinda glared - Offroad ignored it - and he fed the conversation, fed the flirtation, let himself into it - into the numbness, but the discomfort when the strangers hand went from his knee up to his thigh was evident and Offroad was about to say no - until he felt it - a hand closing tight around his wrist, “Come,” Daou - no warning, no patience, no attempt to mask his voice and Offroad chuckled - unbothered, bothered - the liquor in his blood turning him careless,“What?”, Daou almost cursed, grip tightening on the younger - not enough to hurt, but enough to demand, “Now." and Offroad let himself be manhandled just as easy.

Daou’s grip wasn’t gentle - dragging Offroad through the hallway, past the private dining area, past the staff who glanced at them - Offroad stumbling, but Daou didn’t slow down, if anything, his pace quickened. Upon reaching the bathroom, the heavy black metal door shut behind them, and before Offroad could even process it, Daou shoved him inside - the sound of the lock clicking into place barely registered before Offroad found himself pressed against the cold tiled wall - Daou’s palm flat against it, his other hand around Offroad’s throat - not pressing, just there - and Offroad took a deep breath, one hand on the wall, the other gripping Daou’s wrist - his Adam’s apple throbbing against Daou’s touch - a small chuckle escaped him before his gaze settled on Daou. “What the f@ck are you doing?” Daou asked - he was p@ss@d - Offroad was amused, “You have to be more specific, Puppy,”Daou’s palm hit the wall beside his head - loud - but Offroad didn’t even flinch, “Don’t play with me. Don’t test my limits, because it won’t end well.”, Offroad chuckled again, his hand sliding from the wall to Daou’s hips, fingers playing at his belt. “Wanna do it here?”, Daou’s knee instinctively moved between Offroad’s legs, pressing up, and Offroad whined - body betraying him because the alcohol was louder than anything in his system. “You’re drunk,” Daou stated the obvious, knee moving back down, “And you’re annoying,” Offroad shot back, hands moving to Daou’s wrist, trying to pull his grip away, but Daou only pressed him harder against the wall, “You let him touch you, I was right there, and you let him flirt with you, run his hand up your leg, and you f@ck@ng leaned into it!” Daou’s voice wasn’t raised, but it was tight - like he was holding himself  back not to go louder - Offroad’s eyes changed from amused to angry - and he pushed Daou harder than intended - the elder back against the opposite wall. “So what?” Offroad’s voice was more than challenging - it was more than teasing - it sounded mean, but not as mean as his words, “Just because I f@ck@d you more than once doesn’t mean it was only you.”Silence.Offroad straightened his shirt, running a hand through his hair like nothing had just happened - Daou didn’t move - Daou didn’t speak - not until Offroad reached for the stall door and he grabbed the younger’s wrist, “You didn’t.” The voice was quieter now - but Offroad had never heard Daou sound so serious before - If Offroad was sober, maybe he would shut up - if he wasn’t jealous of what he saw earlier, maybe he would shut up - if he wasn’t a selfish coward, maybe he would shut up - but Offroad didn’t shut up - because he was - drunk, jealous, selfish and - a coward, “We were never exclusive, we both f@ck@d around, didn’t we? You didn’t actually think I was only sleeping with you? I’m a celebrity, be serious.” the bitterness of his own words burning him more than the alcohol in his throat.Daou let go of his wrist, his hand into a fist before releasing - then both hands pressed against his face, dragging down slowly as he exhaled - as if forcing himself to stay calm, “Why? Why are you doing this to me?” His eyes were sparkling - but not from the usual happiness when he was close to Offroad - and Offroad saw it,  “Did I ever do anything to you but treat you right? These past weeks, I f@ck@ng gave you everything. Why? F@ck@ng tell me why? Why you doing this to me Road?” his voice cracked slightly, and Offroad hated it - again - he hated the way Daou was looking at him - hated the ache in his own chest that he couldn’t drink away,“Are you really just some selfish piece of sh@t from the entertainment elite?” The final words cut deeper than they should have and Offroad’s fingers fought not to hold Daou, his throat bobbing as he swallowed back whatever the f@ck he was feeling - then Daou pushed off the wall, brushing past Offroad, yanking the stall door open, and walking out without another word, Offroad stood there before following - turning toward the sink - gripping the edges, he turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face and he stared at himself in the mirror - and he hated - because what the f@ck?

What did I do?
It’s not real.
He doesn’t care.
It’s not real.
It’s not real.
No, no, no, no, no. Offroad didn’t know how long he stood there before finally walking back to the dining area - eyes immediately finding Daou’s empty chair and his first instinct was Rinda - she was seated and the second Offorad approached, she looked up, “What did you do to him?” Her voice wasn’t accusatory - it was resigned - like she already knew the answer, Offroad opened his mouth, but Rinda sighed, shaking her head before he could speak. “Let’s go home. You’re drunk. We’ll handle this tomorrow.” But Offroad stepped back, like a kid throwing a tantrum, “I’m not going home, there’s an afterparty for the premiere.” Rinda grabbed her jacket, reaching for Offroad’s wrist, but he pulled back. “I’m not going.” She sighed again, stepping closer, lowering her voice. “Do whatever you want. You already ruined everything, didn’t you? Why do you have to do this? Every time something good comes into your life, you just push it away. Daou is good. He cares about you. He worries about you. What did you tell him? Because he came out of that bathroom with red eyes and his jaw clenched so tight I thought he was going to break his own teeth.” Offroad should say something - but he didn’t, instead, he reached for the nearest glass of whiskey and threw it back as if it was water, and Rinda sighed, “Nong…” Offroad lifted his gaze from the drink, “I told him I f@ck@d someone else.” and Rinda just stared at him, the disappointment so clear it made Offroad’s stomach knot, “You what? Wait, did you?” Offroad didn’t answer - he didn’t have to, “Even if you did, he’s still the only one f@ck@ng you over.” And then Rinda walked away - and still, Offroad didn’t follow - because going now home would be welcoming its own misery.

‧₊ ˚ ✧  [ ◉ °]  ✧ ˚ ₊‧

Daou couldn't sleep - he was stuck in the limbo of his bed, body turned one way, arm the other, head somewhere else, a pillow between his legs, another behind his back - and when he finally started slipping into sleep, the sound of knocking entered the space between his dreams and consciousness - at first, he thought it was just in his head, but that changed when he heard his best friend at the bedroom door, “Who the hell is knocking like that at...” Est grabbed his phone, unlocking the screen. “...f@ck@ng three in the morning?” Est’s voice was sleepy, and Daou rubbed his face, still disoriented as he sat up - the knocking turned into pounding against the door, and Daou rushed to check the peephole, ”I can't believe this..." - no, Daou couldn't believe - this had to be a dream - or a nightmare, “I’m calling the police,” Est said, already reaching for his phone, but Daou stopped him immediately, “Don’t. I’ll handle it.”his best friend looked at him, judging. “You’ll handle what…” and the pounding was interrupted by a voice, “OU, P’DAOU!”, Est’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me…” Daou cut him off quickly. “I got it.” Daou opened the door, and - there he was - Offroad.The stench of whiskey was so thick Daou could smell it before Offroad even moved - his hair a mess, shirt wrinkled, pupils wide, and red-rimmed eyes glassy, “What the hell are you doing here?”, Offroad chuckled at the question, his mouth opening like he was going to say something, but no words came out - instead, he stepped forward, slumping against Daou, arms immediately wrapping around the elder’s neck, inhaling deeply, “You smell so good.” Daou caught him - not gently, just enough to keep him from crashing to the floor, “Be quiet.” Offroad chuckled again, face lifting from Daou’s neck, gaze landing on Est, who stood there with his arms crossed, “Now he wants me to be quiet… funny,” Offroad chuckled again - sound close to a hiccup as Daou held his waist in place. “Now he wants me to be quiet. He always wants me to be loud, he is like LOUDER, LOUDER, LOUDER”, Daou moved instantly, covering Offroad’s mouth just as Est started grinning, “Enough.” And he shot his best friend a look, nodding in a silent I got it before leading Offroad inside his bedroom.Offroad stumbled as Daou pushed him in, nearly face-planting onto the bed, but Daou caught him in time, “How much did you even drink?” Offroad turned around, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the bed as he let his body fall into it - pulling Daou down with him and Daou barely held himself - hands bracing against the mattress on either side of Offroad as the younger sprawled out, head sinking into the mattress, a drunken smirk on his lips, “Seriously, Road,” Daou scolded again, staring down at him and at the mess he turned himself into, “How much did you drink?” Offroad chuckled again, gripping the collar of Daou’s shirt,“Not enough to forget you,”Daou cursed under his breath, moving Offroad’s grip from his shirt and standing up, looking down at the younger - Offroad was completely out of it, still lying on Daou’s bed, his body like jelly, and Daou couldn’t do this - not now, not tonight, not after everything. “You need to sleep.”, Offroad mumbled something, pushing himself up on his elbows, his head moving slower than his chest, and Daou wondered how he even made it to his place in the first place,“Why are you doing this to me?”Daou frowned, looking down at him. “What the f@ck did I even do to you?”, Offroad’s eyes locked onto him, and Daou wasn’t sure what was inside them - maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else - his pupils were blown wide, his eyes - glassy and wet - tears forming in contrast with the redness, his cheeks rubbed raw from the heat, “Why are you doing this to me… I don’t know how to handle it, I can’t do it…” Offroad struggled to straighten himself up, palms flat on the mattress as he sat up. “You don’t get it.” and Daou wanted to get it - he knew Offroad was drunk, and it was a selfish question, but he needed to get it. “Then tell me.” Offroad’s gaze moved down, pausing, silence before he spoke again. “I wasn’t there… because I was chasing someone who never wanted me.” and Daou still wasn’t getting a d@mn thing. “You’re drunk, I’ll get you a cab, come on.” but when Daou stepped closer to grab his wrist, Offroad lost it, yanking his arm away, looking back at him - tears now spilling freely from his eyes, “I LEFT MY PARENTS BECAUSE OF HIM. We fought. The worst fight we ever had. He was angry at me, for something stupid, something I don’t even f@ck@ng remember…” Offroad let out a humourless laugh, “I was so f@ck@ng desperate to fix things, I ran after him and left everything behind just to…just to try and make things right.” his voice cracked, and Daou felt his chest being petrified, “I didn’t pick up the phone, I didn’t pick up the f@ck@ng phone.” Offroad’s hands were gripping his knees now, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants as he stared at the floor, “I was too busy chasing someone who didn’t even love me back. You know what he said to me? After everything? After my parents f@ck@ng died?”, Daou immediately moved, lowering himself to Offroad’s level - one hand resting on Offroad’s knee over his own trembling fingers, the other reaching up to cup his cheek, “Road…”Offroad let out a breathless, bitter laugh - and a sob, “He asked me for an audition, I was just starting my career and all he wanted was an audition,” Daou’s blood boiled - stomach knotting and his grip on Offroad’s knee tightening, "I wasn’t there. Maybe if I had picked up the call, maybe if I had been there, maybe…”“Shh,” Daou whispered, pressing his forehead against Offroad’s, “It wasn’t your fault. Listen to me.” their eyes met, “It wasn’t your fault.” and Offroad broke - the tears were no longer one or two - he was sobbing - pain, guilt, grief - Daou didn’t think twice before wrapping his arms around him, holding him through it - through every tear - every shuddering breath - Offroad gripped his shirt tightly - his whole body struggling as he kept Daou closer - between the hiccups and the shaky breaths, Offroad asked again, “Why… why are you doing this to me? Why are you so close? Why are you making me feel again?” And Daou pulled back slightly, cupping Offroad’s face between his hands, brushing his thumbs over the wetness on his cheeks, “Because I’m in love with you, not because I want something from you, not because of your career, not because of anything else, I am in love with you because it’s you, I am in love with you Offroad,”, and Offroad melted into it - bod moving instinctively, pulling Daou closer as he kissed him - so needy, so desperate, so clumsy against Daou’s lips - tasting like whiskey and self-destruction - Daou didn’t kiss back, because Offroad was so broken and it didn’t feel right - but then he heard it - Offroad’s quiet, desperate whimper against his mouth - pulling, pleading, begging - and Daou kissed him - because despite all the reasons he shouldn’t - Daou wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to hold him together.Offroad pulled him further, their bodies hitting the mattress, Daou’s weight on him, the kiss deepening - hands grasping, lips parting - Daou knew this - the way Offroad was moving beneath him, hips rolling up - chasing friction - fists closing on Daou’s shirt, pulling him in deeper - breath hitching between kisses - whimpering - Daou knew Offroad’s body enough and he pulled back - breaking the kiss - forehead on Offroad’s - the younger whined at the loss, fingers brushing on Daou’s nape, trying to pull him back, trying to close the distance again, “Ou…please,” Daou shut his eyes - because his name on Offroad’s lips like that - not fair - he took a deep breath, hands gripping Offroad’s wrists and pinning them down against the mattress - not roughly, just to keep him there, “We’re not doing this.” Offroad pouted, his eyes still hazy from alcohol, from emotions, from everything, “What? Why?” Offroad’s voice was small, and Daou shook his heads - because he looked so f@ck@ng cute ,“Not like this.” Offroad frown deepening, trying to move his wrists, but Daou held him still,“I want you, you don’t want me?” Daou inner struggle was real - because f@ck, he did want him - but not like this - not when Offroad was drunk, not when he was falling apart in front of him - so he leaned down again, his nose brushing against Offroad’s cheek with a tender smile, lips ghosting over the younger’s jawline, “I do want you, I want you so much, so so so much” Offroad arched his back even tho Daou was barely doing anything, “but I’m not doing it like this, not when you won’t remember it in the morning.” Offroad’s face was still grumpy, now right into Daou’s eyes, protesting, “I will remember.” And Daou pulled back, looking at him with a smirk, “No, you won’t.” And Offroad’s brows furrowed, and again - Daou found it adorable - pecking the other lips before continuing,  “You’re drunk, and you’re hurting.”Offroad swallowed dry - biting his lips as his eyes scanned Daou, looking for some space to work with his stubborn thoughts. “I don’t care,” Offroad insisted, attempting to move again - hips rolling under Daou. “Just… make me feel good, I need…”, but Daou pulled back entirely, letting go of Offroad’s wrists and sitting up. “I’m not going to f@ck you when you’re like this. I won’t take advantage of you. I am not him, and I will show you that with actions, not with words.”, Offroad didn’t move - didn’t say a word - but his eyes were on Daou, lips parting like he was about to argue, to protest - Daou lifted an eyebrow at it, challenging - but then Offroad moved again, too fast for someone so drunk - this time not to pull Daou down, not to kiss him, not to push him, but - to strip. Offroad sat up, fingers on the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head and throwing it on the floor - hands moving lower, undoing his pants and slipping them off - Daou was too stunned to even speak.“It’s too hot in here.” Offroad, now only in his underwear - opening Daou’s bed - laying on Daou’s sheets - making himself comfortable - on Daou’s pillow - and Daou - turned to face the wall, trying to hold himself back from the f@ck@ng menace he had right there.

He’s drunk.
He’s hurting.
Focus.
He’s drunk.
He’s hurting.
Focus.
He’s drunk.
He’s hurting.
Focus.“No f@ck@ng, but can you at least suck me off?” Daou turned around, giving the younger a dead stare. “No.” Offroad pouted even more, stretching his body slowly up the pillow, putting himself on display. “Can I suck you off?”, Daou ran a hand over his face, cursing under his breath. “No.”Offroad rolled on the bed, dramatically moving his legs and arms before looking up at Daou with lazy eyes. “Finger me?” Daou sat on the edge of the bed, hands braced behind him as he stared at the ceiling. “You are even worse when you’re drunk.” Offroad chuckled, and Daou felt his foot rubbing against his back. “Then? Come on. If you’re not doing anything, you better leave.”, Daou looked back at him, finally chuckling at how much of a lost drunk Offroad was. “This is my house, my bedroom, my bed. If someone’s leaving, that’s you. And judging by…” he stared, and Offroad suddenly shrank, grabbing the sheets and covering his chest. “What?” Daou laughed - genuinely at the scene, “I don’t think you want to leave.” Offroad hummed again, his pout even bigger now, his eyes wider - not foxy, but doe-like - and Daou melted completely - because if teasing Offroad was a sin, cute Offroad was the end of it, “I can lullaby you to sleep.”Offroad stopped for a second before turning into the pillow without answering and Daou sighed at it, taking off his own shirt before lying on his back next to the younger - needless to say, it took no more than a second for Offroad to be all over him - sighing as he nuzzled into Daou’s chest, one arm thrown over his waist, legs tangled - his breath slowing the moment Daou hugged him.Daou looked down at the beautiful mess Offroad was, stroking his hair gently before poking his nose. “Good night, pretty.”, Offroad was quiet before Daou felt a whisper against his skin. “I think I’m in love with you too…” and then he was gone against the elder, body softening, lips parting, breath evening out - falling asleep - Daou stared at the ceiling, fingers tracing small patterns against Offroad’s warm skin, “I know,” and he knew, deep down, that Offroad could hear him.‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧

Offroad woke up - of f@ck@ng course - with a headache - mind still blinded by the events of last night and head still burning from the drinks. Everything around him seemed blurred for a few moments until that helicopter started to fade - Offroad didn’t know where he was, yet he did - though he didn’t recognize the room, he recognized the scent, he felt the presence, and his vision wasn’t needed to know exactly where he was - and with whom - and the small fragments of memory started to return - Oueiija, Daou, P’Ou - the misery and shame felt overwhelming, and Offroad began trying to recall every moment. He had come to Daou’s house - Offroad had come to Daou’s house - Offroad had begged for Daou - Offroad was - in Daou’s bed.As things started to become clearer - both in vision and in memory - Offroad questioned what had or hadn’t happened, immediately peeking under the sheets and realizing he still had his underwear on - a sigh of relief, but still, he was only in his boxers. Offroad started to imagine, but then he felt the arms around him tightening, Daou’s body spooning him closer - he felt the elder’s breath on his nape, followed by a small chuckle. "Nothing happened pretty, I just took care of you.”, Offroad didn’t reject the warmth - he simply turned to face Daou, who had messy hair and a grin far too wide to match Offroad’s hangover. "Last night… whatever. I’m sorry I bothered you, I didn’t mean to…”, but before he could finish his apology, Daou’s index finger pressed against his lips, and that smile only widened - leaving Offroad even more confused. "I know exactly what you meant last night, and in case you still don’t get it - me too, I feel the same, I’ve been telling you, I’ve been showing you, but you were the one who kept pushing me away. But now I understand, and I get it, and it’s gonna be alright.”Offroad knew - knew he had been fighting his own feelings, knew that battling against Daou was a lost cause, knew that rejection had always been his only answer - but last night, Offroad was drunk, and his heart had spoken as loud as the alcohol - he knew how unfair he had been to Daou, and shame consumed him as he recalled the words he had spoken just to hurt and push Daou away. "I’ve been selfish… I never had the right to say those things to you. I never meant to…" but this time, Daou’s hand slid up to grab Offroad’s chin - firmer, more possessive, ”No need to talk about it. I forgive you, as long as from now on, you promise not to hide anything from me - no lies, no games, no masks. That’s enough for me. I won’t pressure you. Whatever you accept, I will give to you, and I can wait to give you my all, too.” Offroad felt like his chest was shattering, and his eyes mirrored the emotions, his lips trembling as both hands reached to caress Daou’s face. "I’m sorry… You were everything…but I couldn’t handle it.” Daou nodded, his face coming closer, rubbing the tip of his nose against Offroad’s, both hands sliding down to pull him closer by the waist under the sheets."Shh, no need to cry. Just promise P', and P' promises you, from now on, things will be different.” Offroad gulped, nodding as his arms wrapped around Daou’s neck. "I promise, no more games, no more lies, no more hurtful words. I promise, P’." Daou chuckled again, leaning in, close enough to notice how Offroad’s eyes were filled with tears, his gaze flickering between the younger’s lips and flushed cheeks - but when he brought his own lips near, Offroad turned his face away, leaving Daou in confusion as he hid against the pillow. "No, Ou’ - morning breath. And I drank last night… not good.” but Daou only tightened his grip,"P' doesn’t care, come on.” Offroad remained silent, hiding his face completely, turning onto his stomach against the mattress, and Daou sighed. "Fine, if I can’t kiss your lips, I’ll just have something else.”And before Offroad could react - Daou had already shifted them into a new position - he straddled Offroad from behind, pinning both of his arms above his head - Offroad whined in protest as he peeked over his shoulder. "P’Ou, what are you doing?”, Daou chuckled, holding Offorad in place and moving closer to his ear, ”Last night, you refused to sleep with anything. Do you know how much I struggled?"Offroad’s ears turned red as he recalled the moment - the way he had begged Daou for it, ”I was drunk," he mumbled against the pillow, shivering at the cold air as Daou pulled away the covers. "You were, but you aren’t now. And neither am I. So, last call, can I get a morning kiss?"Daou leaned down, his breath teasing Offroad’s earlobe, sending goosebumps down his body - but the younger was stubborn, so he refused once again - which was exactly what Daou wanted."Your call, Road. Your call, baby.” And so, Daou moved lower, wet kissing Offroad’s nape - following the line of his back, teasing flicks of his tongue against both shoulders, tracing between the muscle lines until he reached his spine - placing butterfly kisses all over it while keeping one hand restraining the younger and the other teasingly caressing his skin - fingertips gently tracing the waist and tickling the sides - each touch followed by a teasing lick and each lick followed by a cool breath - and Offroad whimpered, arching his back in response, the warming pleasure making him reconsider his decision, "Fine! Just one peck, and then you have to stop!"An amused chuckle was the response as Daou moved back up, once again whispering close enough to tickle Offroad sensitive spots, ”Do you know what ‘final call’ means? You made your choice,"Offroad hummed - at this point, the hangover and the smoothness of Daou’s touch were too much and all he wanted was to give in - so he softened his body - feeling as Daou slowly released his grip, now using both hands to caress Offroad’s sides - Offroad felt Daou’s thumbs drawing circles on his shoulders, his waist, and his lower back - while his lips did nothing but tease his already sensitive skin - brushing but not kissing - blowing but not sucking - and Offroad remained still, enjoying the soft touches - until he felt Daou's fingers brushing the hem of his underwear, "What do you want?" Offroad asked in a low voice, his face still buried in the pillow, ”You trust P', don’t you?”, and this time, there was no hesitation, “I trust you.”, and Daou seemed to drown in those words as he moved up again, placing a tender kiss on Offroad’s temple while caressing his chin softly, ”Good, so let me,” and Offroad decided to surrendered his entire body to Daou’s mercy - Offroad felt the gentleness with which Daou removed the only piece of fabric safeguarding him, and with a soft sigh, he let go - slowly lifting his hips to make it easy for the other - completely naked, exposed, and vulnerable - a long, deep breath as Daou's warm breath fanned over Offroad's back - and the younger closed his eyes - feeling how the weight of the mattress shifted when Daou kneeled behind him."You are so beautiful like this," Daou whispered - voice dripping with so much desire that Offroad instinctively spread his legs without being told - and the invitation was accepted in less than a second - Daou lowered himself, settling there but with no further action - he could only feel the breath on his skin as Daou inhaled every junction he could find - his touches were light, gentle, slow - extremely slow - just a bit of pressure at the fingertips - Daou traced every detail of Offroad's body -  from his ankles to the back of his knees - skilfully teasing the inside of his thighs - stopping exactly where he shouldn't and pecking the flesh in a torturous manner - and the waiting was agonising - because Offroad wanted more, needed more - but at the same time, there was a foreigner pleasure in relishing the anticipation - in the startlingly vulnerable position he was in - the first real touch was a feather-light stroke on his left ass cheek - Offroad couldn't hold back a moan as Daou's hands began to slowly massage and caress him - kneading and pampering until all tension melted from his body, "That feels good," he mumbled into the pillow."Glad you're enjoying it," Daou hushed in reply, his hands not stopping for a second - Offroad didn’t know how long they were like this - but it was like a type of trance where only their breathing and quiet moans mattered - all Offroad knew was that with each passing second, he was being pushed closer to his highness - and all this without any real action - Daou touch was so light and his kisses were just like small greetings - as if he was there in a small wind of presence - this was different - this wasn’t like their other times - it was erotic in a way that left Offroad utterly lost - he felt his c@ck hardening, and this time, his voice came in a loud cry. "Please… P’Ou, please.” Offroad felt ridiculous, but Daou only chuckled."Do you know how addictive it is when you beg for me like this?”, he teased as his hands slid higher again, absorbing every curve of Offroad’s body as if he was blind and this was the last time he’d ever get to feel his lover’s skin - it was both infuriating and - unbearably arousing. Offroad grasped at the sheets - the slow pace driving him insane, and Daou was loving every second of it because he only continued to tease him mercilessly - hands caressing the younger’s firm thighs, gripping onto the taut muscles as he kissed where Offroad’s leg met his buttock, dragging his fingers over every delicate piece of skin he could find - when Daou finally spread Offroad apart, he took in the sight with pride - the inviting entrance spasming around nothing, “So needy, so pretty."This was it - this was exactly it - it was worship - from the beginning Daou was mesmerised, and he meant it when he placed a soft kiss on the velvet entrance before flicking his tongue over the tight ring of muscle. "Ahm, Ou… P’Daou…” Offroad’s whine was pure melody - and for the first time - he feared he would never be the same after hearing it - so painfully - so so painfully slowly, Daou began to push his tongue into Offroad’s tight heat - he lapped at every hidden gem of skin he could reach, moaning in delight at the salty taste, knowing that he was the one having this - the only one who had Offroad like this.

Soon Daou’s tongue was no longer teasing - but tasting, savouring everything he could take from Offroad - their muscles were locked in a battle where only pleasure could win - and it wasn’t just about how Offroad tasted - it was about how he sounded, how he begged, how he tried to keep himself controlled but simply couldn’t - and when Daou curled his tongue upwards inside him, he felt how the younger lost it."No… not there…ahm…” But Daou didn’t care - he pushed against Offroad’s sensitive prostate as much as he could - he licked - he sucked  - he hummed - he moaned - feeling himself hardening at how the other clenched around him - how his body started melting just with one point - and when Daou pulled back for air - lips burning, sweat dripping - he took a second to appreciate the mess Offroad had become - the pre-c@m staining the sheets, hips moving incoherently in search of more - Daou reached out, gripping his waist to keep him in place, spreading his legs even further - he was just about to ask if the younger was okay when he was met with a rough demand, "Don’t stop, don’t please, don’t stop,” - the desperation in those words fuelled Daou further - so did the way Offroad’s muscles sucked nothing but air as if trying to hold on tighter - his hips impatiently against nothing -  for more contact - for something - anything - Offroad was ready to take anything - anything from Daou - and that thought alone consumed - so Daou didn’t think twice before adding two unwarned fingers to Offroad’s hole - coated on his own saliva “You are so open for me, bet it'd be so easy to make you come just like this,”

Offroad moaned - this time loudly, biting his lower lip so hard that Daou was worried but refrained from letting it show - hypnotised at the way his lover walls clenched so tight around his fingers, and Daou knew - Offroad was close - so he leaned forward, fingers still deep inside the younger as he moved his face up, elbows resting close to Offroad’s face, he gently kissed the younger’s shoulder. "I’m here," he whispered into his ear, and as if unsure whether Daou meant it, Offroad looked up - and their eyes met - and in that moment, Daou saw it - Offroad couldn’t be more lost or more turned on than this - it did something to him - to see himself reflected in those sparkling eyes - to see how Offroad was looking for him "I’m here," he repeated, “I’m here… with you," he reassured before dipping down, tasting the sweat on the side of the younger’s neck - Daou picked up the speed - his fingers inside Offroad now moving in long strokes, perfectly in sync with his own throbbing c@ck, “S-stop, P’Ou stop, I’m… I’m…," Offroad stuttered, his voice breaking, and Daou almost cursed at the way his name sounded like a prayer on Offroad’s lips - but Daou was at mercy too - so he didn’t hesitate as he leaned in again, this time whispering almost inside Offroad’s ear, his free hand rubbing slow, teasing circles over the younger’s burning stomach, "Let go," he panted, "C@m for me, let me see you cum undone… please, please baby,”, and the last word came out as a whine - raspy, raw - like the lost puppy he was for Offroad - and in that moment, the greatest pleasure he could experience was nothing but - Offroad’s pleasure.And it was that last word that did it for Offroad - the way Daou begged for him, as if he needed this just as much, it just pierced straight through his defences - and all barriers crumbled to dust - there was no more ego or pride - only this - all that mattered was Daou’s fingers inside him, Daou’s hand on his stomach, Daou’s hot breath on his neck - so Offroad did it - he accepted Daou and everything he was giving - Offroad’s body moved in a silent submission - and doing as told - Offroad let go of everything - crying Daou’s name as he came undone - his hard c@ck rutting helplessly against the mattress, holding nothing back - his walls suffocating Daou’s fingers, contracting uncontrollably - and the sight - the flushed face, the blissed out, ruined eyes - was enough to make Daou’s own c@ck twitch - Daou was obsessed and he needed this - again, again, and again. "F@ck… you are so d@mn pretty," Daou whispered - reassuring, comforting, everything - and Offroad accepted it all - he absorbed it all freely, no doubts, no thoughts - just Daou and everything Daou was giving him - but it wasn’t enough, Offroad held back for so long that now he just wanted to consume everything - so he turned around, his body still shaking as he pulled Daou closer into a kiss - tasting himself on Daou's lips - the thoughts of morning breath long gone, ”I want you," he panted, “I am here Road,”Offroad lips were swollen - tone still bathed in desire as his fingers ran trough Daou’s hair, “I want you," his voice hoarse from his earlier pleasure, “Please, I need to feel you,” and Daou could no longer hold it - so he stood up, getting rid of the last piece of clothes he had, his arousal finally unleashed, pulsing with veined strength - and with trembling hands, he reached for the condom on the nightstand, tearing open the foil wrapper - but just as he was about to put it on,“No,” Offroad voice was assertive - his foxy eyes clear even though still high on l@st, “I don't want,” a blushing mess that didn't back down, “I am clean, and if you are too…it’s been only you, since the first time….”, Daou carefully approached the bed,“But you said..”, Offroad felt the embarrassment, slowing straightening himself up, sitting up on the bed as he clumsily held Daou’s hand, “I lied, there was no one else…”, Offroad immediately avoided Daou’s gaze - he knew he messed up - and he messed up bad but the confession came so natural that no words could be taken back now.

Daou felt the tremor in Offroad's grip on his hand - just like the guilty way he wet his lips after speaking - and Daou should be mad - he should be angry - but another thing was evident in Offroad’s gaze: trust - pure, unadulterated trust - and that burned through Daou’s hesitation as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed - now both hands holding Offroad’s trembling ones, “Road…” and Offroad’s body shrank - becoming small, defenceless, and vulnerable - something Daou had never seen before - not like this, not this intensely, his lips quivering and his eyes wet when locking on Daou's gaze, "I lied, I am sorry... I just wanted..." but before he could finish, Offroad was being pulled into a tight hug, Daou's hold was so tight, so safe - so everything as he whispered in the younger’s ear, "I should kick your ass,” Offroad pressed his forehead into the crook of Daou’s neck - he couldn’t bring himself to speak, "...but I can't, not when you’re here like this." Daou’s voice was rougher than usual - hands slipping up to cradle Offroad’s nape, fingers threading gently through his hair now, holding him close, “If you ever lie to me again, no turning back, do you understand?”, Offroad immediately nodded, lashes with tears as he gripped tighter around Daou’s waist, “I won’t, please…”, Offroad looked up and when their eyes met Daou felt trapped on the gaze before him - how could someone look so utterly wrecked yet keep such purity in their weakness?

Regardless, drinks spilled from carelessness could be cleaned up, “Please what?”, Daou asked, not expecting a verbal answer - but surprisingly getting one - as Offroad eased himself down onto his back again - legs falling open to cradle Daou between them “Take me, all of me…”, and there was no doubt anymore - only raw want and readiness - Daou groaned low in his throat at the sight - how utterly inviting and beautiful Offroad looked just for him, “This,” Daou rasped as he leaned down to pepper kisses along Offroad's chest and neck - the quite moment long gone and replaced by madly l@st and rush - “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, are you sure about this?” - his eyes were focus, consuming and feeding on Offroad’s gone ones while aligning himself perfectly where they both needed most, “I am sure, claim me, own me…”

Those words did it and it was all it took for Daou to extend his arm - Offroad’s body immediately tensing up but soon melting when he noticed the other was only grabbing the bottle of lube - Daou smirked at the reaction, sniff kissing the younger in a whisper “I will give it to you, just like you want me to…” and Offroad purred at the words, both arms embracing Daou as he felt the other coating himself properly - and then - mindful not to rush or overwhelm the moment - he pressed forward - skin on skin - and once their bodies connected a loud sound came from Offroad - hand clutching at Daou’s shoulder harder than before and Daou paused immediately, “You alright?”, the restrain in his voice was loud and Offroad noticed, nodding quickly, “Yeah.” he hummed - not that he wasn’t turned on enough already - but Daou was always like his first time and this time was a special one and Offroad’s body wanted to welcome the other perfectly, “Don’t stop…” he breathed out - and Daou didn’t want to stop in the first place - he just needed to make sure - so he leaned down, lips brushing over Offroad’s - delightfully melting into the kiss as his hips angled upwards - holding himself above Offroad’s body with one hand while the other trailed down to brush against the younger’s member - now hard and aching for attention, “That’s it, you’re so hard and so soft for me at the same time, so beautiful, letting me take care of you like this...” Daou praised between open mouth kisses - nose nudging against Offroad’s own as he started to rock gently - slowly - taking his time to pleasure both of them and feed on the sight of his lover.When reaching the limit, Daou stilled - standing on his forearms as he buried his face in Offroad’s neck - the tip of his c@ck pressing exactly where it should and a low moan tore from Offroad as he moved his head back against the pillow - exposing his Adam’s apple in such an inviting way that Daou couldn’t help himself but to suck on it before whispering against the skin, “You are so cute, so amazing…” his voice was happy - one of the things Offroad admired so much - how Daou would allow his happiness to be voiced out during their intimacy, “Ahm… stop saying things like that in moments like this…” Offroad scolded, but the smile at his lips betrayed how much this meant to him - and Offroad was happy too - Daou chuckled softly before pulling back just enough to capture Offroad’s lips in a slow kiss - and their movements started from there - it was always so easy to find the perfect rhythm, the perfect sync - it was natural for their bodies to merge as one - Offroad didn’t need to be told as he lifted his leg upwards and Daou didn’t need to ask as he aligned his hips higher - they blended together in the ultimate display of chemistry - their sounds and breaths seeming to be trained by the best choreographer to the point one couldn’t distinguish whose voice belonged to whom.Daou kept his gaze locked on Offroad's face as long as he could - he wanted to register every flicker of pleasure that crossed this beauty - but when Offroad arched beneath him with a desperate cry - hands sliding down Daou’s back - pressing against the base of his spine to guide him deeper with each thrust - Daou lost it, and his pace became erratic - no facades, no shadows, no lies - just them."Road…" Daou moaned, leaning closer as he quickened his pace even more,”I’m not going to last…” the words came as an apology, but Offroad was having none of it, ”Just… don’t stop… please.” and Daou barely heard him - his heartbeat thundering against his ribs - he was panting heavily now, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment, but Offroad just felt too good - too d@mn good for his own sanity - and then - Offroad pushed against Daou’s chest with full palms until their movements stilled completely - for a second - Daou panicked, “What? Did I hurt you?”, worry was written all over his features as his hands gently caressed Offroad’s cheeks - but all he got was a mischievous laugh. “No.”, and he tugged Daou down into a kiss - so tender that it made Daou confused, "I want you to do more," Offroad whispered once their lips parted, “Turn me, do me, I am yours, take me just like that, mess me, ruin me,” and Daou nearly came on the spot at the request, but he needed to get a hold of himself, “What did you just say? Road…” and there it was - the foxy eyes, the provocative smile, the teasing moves, “About?”, Offroad felt Daou's grip on his hips tighten - and Offroad had him just where he wanted him, “I said," Offroad breathed out, slowly rolling his hips back onto Daou's c@ck to emphasise his words, a raspy moan from both at the movement, "I want you to..ahm…turn me over and f@ck me like you own me, because you do and… I mean it."Daou closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, free hand covering his face as he shook his head in madness - at this rate, he wouldn't last a second when they went at it again - so he paused, eyes lost in a darkness of l@st as he took in the sight before him - pure seduction, Offroad - his Offroad - post @rg@sm - on the edge for the second time, hair tousled, lips wet, face flushed - his entire body sculpted for pleasure and completely - completely - surrendered to Daou, “F@ck, how can you do this to me?” the younger chuckled, nodding as he pulled Daou into another kiss, this time slowly savoring the desire between them - their bodies still connected but with no movement but the barely-there slow - Offroad rubbed their noses together before speaking, "So? Yes?", and Daou nodded, this time a small laugh in between kisses, "As if I could ever say no to you," and with that -  he gripped Offroad’s hips and pulled out - the younger moaned at the sudden movement, frowning at the emptiness - it felt wrong - but he knew it would soon feel so right as Daou turned him over - flat against the mattress - his hands gripping his sides, lifting him slightly and re-positioning them.Offroad’s body instinctively arched into Daou’s touch as he felt the other’s lips on his nape, and Daou moved back, taking a better look at Offroad’s perfect shape - painting the sides of his ass with his fingertips as if admiring his own art, ”Perfect, you look so perfect,”the praises were lullabies to Offroad, but he was a tease - fingers into the sheets before murmuring, “Then stop staring and do something,” Daou laughed softly - just lightly dragging his teeth over Offroad’s shoulder, one hand trailing up the curve of Offroad’s back while the other aligned himself again - moving lower - grip steadied around Offroad’s waist as he pressed forward - Offroad was stretched enough to make it easy for both, and Daou entered him with a familiar skill - burying his face in the crook of Offroad’s neck and mouthing words of passion that never made it to the high note, "Is… is this what you wanted?" Daou asked - no control or composure - a gasp as he felt Offroad’s hand on his chin, gripping him harder and lowering the pressure down to his throat, "Not… ahm… not yet.” and maybe it was the rough touch in such a delicate moment - or maybe it was the ecstasy of pleasure - or maybe it was the edging for so long - but something triggered Daou’s pride - the challenge, the daring - Offroad is his -  Offroad belongs to Daou now.So without warning, he shifted angles - the gentle hand on Offroad’s chest sliding down to his abdomen while the one gripping his hip moved to his back - pushing the younger down while lifting his hips up so Daou could thrust deeply into the exact spot he wanted - and the reaction was immediate - Offroad’s cry piercing the air like a broken note of pleasure too sharp to be written, "Not yet?” and the tightness in Daou’s tone was something Offroad craved - henwhined at the sudden increase in pace, at the way Daou picked up the rhythm without hesitation and even if Offroad tried to push back against Daou’s thrusts - he couldn’t - Offroad couldn’t keep up with Daou and it was as if something completely consumed him, “P'… ahm… wait, Ou… I can’t…”Usually Daou would stop - or at least - slow down, that was the dynamic - but not now, not today, not after everything that has been happening over the last few months - so he pushed deeper, harder - and Offroad let out a cry - the pleasure, the surprise, the way Daou was getting a hold of it and taking everything from him, “Mine, you are mine,” and the voice was almost unrecognizable and Offroad mind couldn’t keep up - Offroad could do nothing and part of him loved the deliver - Daou wrapped his hand around Offroad’s c@ck that was bouncing with every thrust - feeling how sensitive he had become, “You like it yet?”, Daou asked mockingly through gritted teeth before quickening his pace even further - and Offroad whined again - gasping for air because a part of him wanted to deny it but if there were ever a soul contract between them - this would be the exact moment where he would sign away anything and everything - so Offroad only hummed as he grabbed onto the sheets beneath him and pulled as hard as he could with his free hand while gripping onto Daou’s bicep with the other - nails digging into the skin trying to hold on any sanity left - the sounds around them became messy - the skin and panting - labored breaths mixing in anything and everything but harmony - Offroad felt the heating - and Daou felt the tightness - they were close, so close, and Daou pulled the younger body close to his, sucking on the skin of his shoulder to leave mark, “This time, together,” but Offroad was too far gone - the @rg@sm building - and he could feel Daou smirking against his ear, “Now…please, now”, and Daou smile only widened as he speed up even more - hitting that spot over and over - Offroad closing himself around him, tightening his arousal in a possessive way that only brought flames to Daou desire - he let go of the younger’s c@ck - focusing on their highness and just when it felt right - he turned Offroad’s face up - just when it felt like everything was collapsing - he pulled it all back together in a heated kiss that was much more than just their release - much more then experience pleasure together - much more than pleasing each other - this was the highness of everything they been holding back.“Ou…” Offroad gasped out as he made a mess right there - barely able to hold himself up anymore - his body giving away as he allowed himself to collapse onto the now stained mattress, “Here, I am here,” Daou panted against his ear in response, leaning down to cover Offroad's body fully with his own - his weight pinned them together deliciously - skin on skin - delight in delight and flesh against flesh as he burned Offroad’s insides - for the first time - filling Offroad with his love in every way - the younger was completely softened, allowing Daou to take him, claim him, and own him just as he had begged to be owned and claimed - Daou let out a broken sound - his hand resting on Offroad’s sides - intertwining their fingers just in place - feeling how the younger was still contracting around him - the gentleness in his touch returned as he placed a wet kiss on Offroad’s nape, then on both of his shoulders, and finally closer to his earlobe, “You purred like a kitty…” , Daou teased but Offroad only whined in reply - and they stayed like this - Daou holding Offroad fully and Offroad welcoming being held - and it wasn’t until their bodies cooled down and their breathing calmed that they dared to pull apart - and when they did, the soft moan Offorad let out was the most beautiful thing, Daou could only stare, delighted by the masterpiece before him as he gently turned him around so they were facing each other, “You okay?”, he asked, gently stroking Offroad’s messy locks, “Mhm..” But the answer wasn’t enough and Daou couldn’t help but to worry as he slowly straightened his torso up, pulling Offroad closer to his chest, “Baby? Did I hurt you? Was it too much?” And the soft sob that followed only troubled Daou more but the following chuckle was calming, “I was such a fool, we wasted so much time because of me, because of my doubts and pride, because…” but Daou was quick to shush him with a peck, “We already talked about it, from now on, we are clear, you are mine right P’To? Mine only, don’t you ever say we never mentioned being exclusive,” Offroad nodded before moving his face up to sniff kiss the other, “Only if you are mine too, Oueiija, my p…” a pause “my big puppy…” and Daou kissed his forehead.

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The gala was breathtaking - an extravagant affair, cameras flashing, reporters lined up, fans screaming outside the venue - Daou, dressed in a tailored black suit stood beside Offroad, who was stunning in deep navy - they weren’t holding hands, weren’t feeding into anything - but they were together. After that night - after that drunk night, after waking up in Daou’s arms - Offroad stopped running - stopped pretending - stopped pushing away what had already consumed him whole - Oueiija, Daou, Nong'Ou, P'Ou, Puppy - whatever name, it was his - Daou didn’t ask for labels, didn’t push for them to define what they were - but Offroad felt it in every moment they spent together - it was them - it was private - it was theirs - no need for the world to know - Offroad felt happy - Daou was good to him and he allowed himself to be good in return - tonight was the movie premier - and Offroad knew it would be perfect - because Daou was right there, "I am here," he whispered as they walked to the red carpet.“Khun Offroad, Khun Daou, this way!”
“One picture together, please!”
“Offroad, how are you feeling about the premiere?”
“Daou, how does it feel to be starring in your first major film?”The atmosphere was electric. Daou effortlessly answering questions - his smile and jokes conquering hearts - playing it well - while Offroad, just tired of the press, was simply existing in this moment, in this reality where Daou wasn’t just standing beside him as a co-star - but as his star - Daou was on the cameras - but the biggest lens watching him were Offroad’s eyes - and he loved it - loved how from the other side of the screen, Oueiija was now standing on the same side he was—loved how Daou came into his world, not breaking it, but making it better - loved every detail of witnessing Daou's growth as an artist - even mentioned his music here and there because he knew that would be the next step in his career - and Offroad absolutely loved it.The film played - and it was a success - applause as the credits rolled, comments about how amazing the performances were, about how much chemistry the leads had, about the talent of the new actor who debuted - Offroad felt Daou’s fingers tickling his knee and he glared at it - amused because he felt happy there - then the lights were off and the screen shifted - at first, it seemed like a normal transition - something the team prepared - but then the general surprise of the crowd made Offroad’s eyes snap back to the screen - it was a slideshow - not from the film, not from the event - but from his life - Offroad’s private photos - photos he never shared - never meant for anyone’s eyes - a picture shirtless on his bedroom, a picture of him sleeping, a picture after a shower, a picture with breakfast in bed, a picture of him asleep inside a car - all of them - taken by someone - no - taken by the only one - Offroad’s entire body froze, his throat tightened, his veins knotted, his chest burned in embarrassment, ears fuming with the whispers around him - and when he could finally breathe, he looked at Daou - Offroad’s heart was beating too fast, his headache took over the next second - pulse pounding, waiting for Daou to say something, to do something - but he didn’t.That was enough - Offroad stood up - rage consuming him, body shaking, piercing through the room - but before he could make it to the door, he felt a tight grip on his wrist, turning him around.“Road” but Offroad didn’t hesitate, “DON’T F@CK@NG TOUCH ME!” the press was everywhere - cameras flashing, people whispering - the PR team rushing forward - trying to fix this - but Offroad wasn’t hearing them.“I didn’t do it, Road,” Offroad chuckled - because it happened - again - and how much of a fool could one be to make the same mistake twice? His chest spasming, “You know what, good luck with your career as a singer because as far as I’m concerned, you will never have a role in the acting industry again.” And Offroad walked out - not knowing where - just knowing he had to go.
  It wasn’t real.
It wasn’t real.
All of it.
All of it was just so he could have this moment.
All of it.
All of it was just so he would become famous.
It wasn’t real.
It wasn’t real.
James and Rinda were fast to get Offroad into a closed van back home - but the internet was faster - and it didn’t take long - because it never did - articles, tweets, livestreams - and again, the f@ck@ng hashtags trending number one:#DaouOffroad
#DaouOffroadPremier
#DaouOffroadScandalOffroad wanted to throw his phone out of the window, his fists clenching so d@mn hard his nails dug into his palms - his heart pounding against his ribs, his stomach twisting, Offroad felt like he was drowning, “Nong, I’m here,” he heard P’Rinda as she reached for his hand - but Offroad immediately pulled away.
  I’m here, Road.
I’m here.
You trust P’?
Offroad shut his eyes - because why the f@ck did he let this happen? Offroad f@ck@ng cried in his arms, opened up to him, fell asleep on his heartbeat, let himself believe, for the first time in years, that Daou was different - that Daou was real - but he f@ck@ng wasn’t. When the van parked, Offroad rushed to the elevator - the parking lot already filled with photographers - Offroad rushed, entering the house - and the moment he did, Alpha was already running down the stairs, she was yelling - his sister was yelling - at him, “It wasn’t him! P’Daou didn’t do it!” Offroad avoided looking at her - he couldn’t, but Alpha grabbed his hand, desperate, “P’, listen to me! You know him! He would never! He didn’t do it, please listen,” Offroad laughed, because even his sister couldn’t be this much of a fool. Who the f@ck else could it have been? Who else had those pictures? He brushed past her, but Alpha wasn’t done - she ran after him, shoving him, and Offroad couldn’t react at all, “Say something! Say you don’t believe it! Say you don’t think he would do this to you!”Offroad remained silent, until Rinda held Alpha back, “Alpha, let your brother calm down.” but she turned to Rinda instead, “P’Rinda, he didn’t do it! I know he didn’t! Please! He didn’t!” Offroad stood there while Alpha kept screaming, her eyes in tears, Offroad couldn’t even word out his feelings - because he was feeling sick to his bones - so he just turned around and walked to his bedroom - locking the door behind him - his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing - so Offroad turned it off before collapsing onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling - numbness taking over because this - this was something he wasn’t sure he would come back from.‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊‧

Daou was laying on his bed - phone untouched on the desk in front of him - the screen black - he turned it off last night and wasn’t sure he wanted to turn it on ever again - because he already knew what he’d see - he already knew how much worse it had gotten - how much deeper the knife had been twisted - he also already knew what he wouldn’t see - Offroad’s notification never came back - it’s been a week but it felt like a lifetime - a week since the premier - a week since the betrayal - a week since Offroad looked at him like he was everything he hated the most - a week since Daou’s life seemed to break apart. Paparazzi circled his neighborhood since that day - his house wasn’t safe, but he didn’t care - because nothing felt safe anymore - and Daou also didn’t care - he heard a knock on the door and lazily dragged himself to open it - Alpha - hidden under a cap and a mask, Daou was about to say something but no time, “Let me in, people are here watching,” so he stepped aside without a word - Alpha moved fast, pulling the mask down once the door was shut - she seemed angry, serious, tired even and Daou sighed, “Alpha, I don’t have the energy…” but she cut it short, “I know it wasn’t you,” Daou chuckled with a small bow, “Thank you,” but Alpha seemed to be on a mission as she continued, “I know you didn’t do it and I’m going to prove it.” Daou felt his chest tightened, because hope was something he left the moment he saw the way Offroad looked at him, “Where is your phone P?” Daou was confused, “What?” Alpha growled as she rolled her eyes, “Where is your phone?” Daou moved, pointing inside his bedroom towards the desk and Alpha reached to grab it, looking at the black screen, “Seriously? You too? Just turn it on,” Daou didn’t question, he was too tired and Alpha seemed too sure about her doings, “Here,” he handed the phone and Alpha scrolled this gallery and his cloud backup, “Narak? Can’t you be more cringe?Anyways, the pictures on this album, they were copied, meaning someone transferred these to another device,” Daou rubbed his face, exhaustion, confusion but interest in knowing, “How do you know? Are you a mini hacker or something?” Alpha rolled her eyes again, “Mini? I am saving your ass here,” Daou chuckled stepping closer, “Explain,” but when Alpha was about to say more, a voice came from the kitchen, walking to the main table with a book and a cup of tea.“Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting, Est said I could finish my reading before leaving,” The girl took a seat at the table, legs crossing and in the same instant Alpha’s entire body tensed up, Daou noticed, but before he could check on it she was pointing at the table, “What is she doing here?” Daou looked at the girl and back at Alpha again, “That’s Nani, she is at the bookclub with Est and…” but Alpha was already walking towards the table, “B@llsh@t, I know you, how dare you to step inside his house?” Daou worried follow, his hand hholding Alpha arm, “Alpha..” But she turned around, her eyes angry and just like Offroad - turning foxy, “She runs a hate account about my brother, she’s been posting sh@t for months, dragging him, talking about how you deserves better, how you should leave him,” Nani immediately laughed - but it wasn’t a normal laugh - it was uncomfortable, forced - like she was bored but at the same time like this was nothing to her, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you? I’m from the book club and…”but Alpha cut her off real quick, stepping towards her, only to be stopped again by Daou’s grip - because as much as he wanted to know the truth, the last thing he needed was Offroad’s little sister fighting Est’s friend.“You don’t know me? But I know you. I’ve been part of Oueiija Fan Club since the very beginning. I’ve seen your comments, your edits, your posts, you were in group chats, you were at the events. You acted all sweet when we were together, but the second you got behind a screen, you turned into some obsessive psycho. I saw your rage when he started working with my brother. And then you had that troll account that was exposed when you vandalised his bike!”, Daou stopped - letting go of Alpha and finally turning to Nani, “Wait a minute… You vandalised my bike? The paint, the scratches, the damage, you… you did that? But… that was Offroad’s fans, his fans did it.” Daou was confused, but the second the words left his mouth - something was triggered inside the girl - and she suddenly stood up, her body language totally different now, “I am not one of them, I am not one of those losers. I’m not Offroad’s fan. I don’t care about him. It’s only you. I only care about you. I’ve been following you for so long, why did you get this role? Why would you let them throw your talent under his shadow? You are so much better than him. And now people are shipping you two? Is that the career you want? To be reduced to someone’s boyfriend?”, Daou was speechless - just staring at the stranger in front of him - inside his home - that ruined his life, “I don’t understand… why… why did you…” he was still reticent, but Alpha had no doubts, “She’s obsessed with you, thinks no one deserves to be near you. And when she saw you close to my brother, it ruined her f@ck@ng fantasy, right? How does it feel knowing he’s not yours?” Daou took a deep breath, reaching to gently hold Alpha’s wrist, his voice soft, “Alpha, language.” But she tsked at him - and Daou almost chuckle at how much she resembled Offroad when she was mad - then his gaze shift - Nani entire face was blank, Alpha took another step forward -  Daou immediately moving between them, “Let’s calm down. Nani, if you did this, this is beyond being a fan. This is a crime, you vandalised my bike…” and Alpha added, behind his shoulder, “And she went through your phone, I know she’s the one who leaked the pictures.” And it all happened too fast - too fast for Daou to catch - too fast for Nani to react - somehow - without even needing a password, Alpha was already in - not even the fly in the room registered how Alpha took her phone but when she scrolled brought it her yes lit up, “I KNEW IT, YOU PSYCHO, YOU DID THIS, LOOK, P’OU!”

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Numbness can occur along a single nerve on one side of the body - but Offroad felt it in his entire existence - or better saying - he didn’t - because since that night at the premiere, he couldn't feel a thing - not the aircon in the house, not the seat on the couch, not the cold water in his shower, not even the burning coffee he swallowed in the morning - because how long? Hours? Days? Offroad didn't know - he also didn't care. His phone - usually in nonstop alerts - was just somewhere, turned off - because Offroad hadn’t checked it since that night - no looking at the internet - no answering calls - no opening doors - he just existed there - or maybe, he just didn’t. He heard a blurry noise in the back of his mind - another headache on the way - another whisper of judging voices talking about him - maybe the press, maybe some cameras, maybe some haters - another knock, this time louder, and Offroad moved his back from the couch, “Police, please open the door.” Offroad felt his body tense - because what did he do now to have the police at his door - and what another thousand articles this was about to bring - but whatever, he didn’t care - he just turned on autopilot, unlocking the door - but something else was unlocked when he saw not only the police - but Alpha too - and next to her, Daou? Offroad’s stomach knotted, throat dry as he closed his eyes, massaging his temple, body leaning against the side of the door, not even greeting the officers,”Alpha, what did you do now…" but it wasn’t Alpha who spoke first, “Khun Offroad, we’re here to inform you that the suspect in the privacy breach has been identified. We’ve already called her in for questioning at the station., Offroad’s ears spiked up, confusion? alertness?, ”Who?""The name is Nani. She was identified as a member of your co-star’s fan club. Based on the evidence provided, she accessed Khun Daou’s personal device without consent and leaked private photographs belonging to you, she has also been involved in prior harassment incidents, including property damage.” Offroad shook his head, rubbing his eyes, ”Who?" he asked again, and this time Alpha stepped forward, ”It wasn't him, she was the one who ruined this bike too,” Offroad looked down at his little sister as the officer kept talking - something about legal actions, a formal warning, restraining orders, banning her from attending any future events - but Offroad wasn’t really listening - because it all sounded like distant and formal voices - and his mind was screaming:
  It wasn't him.
It wasn't Daou.
It wasn't Daou.
His eyes slowly moved to Daou - the way he stood there - eyes on the floor, as if he was part of the problem, as if he was guilty - but he wasn’t. The police spoke again, giving some final instructions, mentioning something about paperwork, about pressing further charges - Offroad just took the papers, signing them - next thing, Daou was caressing Alpha's head, the police bowing, and everyone turning around - and Offroad felt like they were all just background - everything was noise - his feelings were shut - then open, then relief, then guilt, then want, then - hold- and he rushed - hand tugging on Daou's arm so tight even Alpha gasped, Offroad didn’t talk - Daou finally looked at him - f@ck - he messed up - Daou was hurt - bad, and Offroad was lost - he felt the burning sensation around his pupils, he was going to break - but when his throat knotted, Daou stepped forward, thanking the officers and dragging the three of them inside the house.Daou shut the door behind them - the lock into place - but Offroad didn’t move - didn’t spoke, didn’t breathe, didn’t let go of Daou’s sleeve - Alpha saw it, her lips parting to say something but Offroad noticed the look Daou gave her - she understood, her footsteps up the stairs and when silence took over - and Offroad knew they were alone - he moved - fast - still no words, no explanation - just arms wrapping around Daou so brutally that the other almost lost his balance - Offroad hurried his face in Daou’s neck - desperate - not holding, not absorbing - Offroad needed to hide, and he was hiding on the person he was most ashamed of - hiding in the scent of him, in the warmth of him, in the reality of him still being here despite everything - despite what Offroad did - because again, Offroad was a coward - again, Offroad hurt Daou the most and again - Daou stayed. Daou held him through it - hand sliding up, against Offroad’s back, stroking it gently, thumb massaging the side’s of his nape - and Offroad felt it - felt the way allowed him again, to take - after everything - Daou was still there and Offroad didn’t want to let go - not now, not ever.Minutes passed but for Offroad it felt like the moment was frozen - because if he could - he would stop time just to hold Daou like this - but he couldn’t - and his body was shaking when Daou spoke, “We can’t do this if you don’t trust me,” Offroad only tightened the hold - he didn’t want things to be like this - he just wanted to erase, to let go, to be, to be with Daou - like this - but this would be too easy, such a easy way for Offroad to have his way - and he knew it wasn’t fair - because Offroad had done this - he had ruined them - and Daou was forcing him to face it - because Offroad did it again, he was at fault again - all this thoughts of guilt consuming him - body struggling when Daou stepped back - loosening the grip as he cupped Offroad’s face, "But we can do this if you trust me,”Offroad trembled - because he knew the problem wasn’t trusting Daou - it was himself - his own fears, his own trauma, and what was he supposed to say? - his lips quivered - but all that came out was silence - so he reached for Daou’s shirt again, pulled him close, clung to him - hiding again - whispering behind his earlobe, ”Please.” but this time, Daou didn’t hug him back - this time, Daou’s hands moved to his hips, breaking the hug, pushing him back, "Road, I’m serious."Offroad knew - he had to face it - he felt Daou’s hands around his wrists - his thumbs soft, gentle - and Offroad lowered his head - forehead resting against Daou’s chest, still not looking at him - but Daou wasn’t making this easy - so he grabbed Offroad’s chin, tilting his face up - forcing him to see - and Offroad saw it - everything - Daou wasn’t angry, wasn’t teasing, wasn’t leaving - the way Daou was still in love with him, despite everything - and Offroad knew - he had to let go - had to stop drowning in his own fear - because his love for Daou was bigger than the hate for himself, ”I do," Offroad whispered, "Please, I do trust you, I promise.”, Daou hands lifting to Offroad’s cheek, ”Don’t say it out of desperation, Road. I’m not going anywhere. Think this through. If you don’t trust me now, we work on it together. No need to rush it. We can start over, go back to the beginning, try to be friends, take our time…” but something snapped inside Offroad - hands gripping Daou’s neck, ”No, no, no, please.”

Daou knew Offroad well enough already - so he didn't rush or push - he simply softened his gaze, lowering himself to level into those big orbs that were Offroad's eyes, ”We can fix this, but we don’t have to rush. We don’t have to force it. It’s okay if we go back, if we take time to rebuild, to find our way again.” but the moment the words left his mouth, he saw it - the way Offroad recoiled at the idea - hands gripping both sides of Daou's shirt, "I don’t want to go back. I don’t want space, or time, or distance. I don’t want to take steps away from you just to pretend like we’re okay when we’re not. I don’t want to do it apart, I don't want to lose you."and Daou wanted to say yes, wanted to give in, wanted to hug and kiss and have Offroad again - but he couldn’t go back to the pain he was in. "Road, you are not losing me, trust takes time, all I am saying is…” but Offroad interrupted, hands sliding up Daou’s arms, gripping his shoulders tightly, desperately, ”I’ll work on my confidence, on my trust, on my communication, on being better, on us. But I want to do it with you. I want to do it together. I don’t need time to figure out how I feel about you, I already know."Daou closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, his hands lowering down around Offroad's waist - because Offroad’s eyes were impossible - his entire face, his entire body, pleading, ”Listen to yourself, it’s not your confidence, your trust, your communication, it ours, we can do this together okay but…”, Offroad stopped working for a second before it sparked - before his smile widened - before he threw his arms around Daou’s neck.”Okay?" Daou sighed again, forehead resting against Offroad’s, “Okay but please, don’t do this again. You didn’t give me a chance, you just jumped to conclusions. If we are together, we talk before anyone or anything. If we ever doubt, we come to each other before going to anyone else. Do you understand? That’s what I want to build here.” Offroad nodded, eyes heavy, heart pounding - “No separating?”, Daou took a deep breath again - not sure if he wanted to scold the younger or kiss him out of adoration - because he saw, how much Offroad needed him, how much Offroad felt the same, “You are not listening, you never listen,” Offroad was - but wasn’t, “I am listening P’Ou and I understand, please let me show you?” And Daou nodded, because what else was he supposed to do when Offroad was like this? Say no?

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The hotel room in Tokyo was quiet - that kind of quiet that only existed in foreign cities - Offroad leaned back against the headboard - suitcase in the corner, itinerary on the desk - Tokyo was such a breathtaking city - he had arrived earlier that day, but it was already late night - another work trip, another high brand - another city without Daou - Offroad sighed, rolling his shoulders, the cool air from the AC being the only cuddle on skin - and he wasn’t used to this anymore - being apart - because this last three months he only knew how to be close - how to be together - Daou wanted to come - but music rehearsals had kept him back, his first single was dropping soon - Offroad had seen him practicing for hours, perfect in every note, every lyric, every emotion - and Offroad was so proud of him - and his lips curled at the flashbacks - the way Daou sang for him, the way they went together thought the lyrics - the way Offroad sang with him too while playing his guitar - and then - the way Daou kissed him, touched him under his praises - and the way Offroad whispered in their moment, “You’re amazing,” - Offroad couldn’t believe he reached this point - to better saying, they reached this - this amount of happiness, love, respect, mutual desire, consideration - it was too much and Offroad was so thankful he opened up to someone like Daou - no, because there was no one like Daou - and Offroad was so proud to call Daou his - no more games or barriers - he was lost in thoughts until a notification popped up on his screen.
  Incoming video call: Ou
Offroad smirked, clicking accept and his smile widening when the screen opened - his Daou - so home looking - sitting under the warm toned light, simple shirt but flawless skin - messy hair but purposely placed, “Miss me?”, Daou smirked, chin resting on his hand - those adorable puppy eyes lighting through the screen, Offroad rolled his eyes,”Just a little”, Offroad teased, lowering the light of his desk just a bit,”Liar." And they talked - about everything - how the press had reacted after they decided not to label their relationship publicly - because they didn’t need to - everyone kept speculating - fans and media kept guessing - but there was no need, because they knew it, and they both found a point where that was more than enough,"We trust each other, don’t bother about them, people will always talk, they will never be pleased with anything, no matter what we give them, someone will always complain.” Daou said and Offroad nodded - he knew his boyfriend was right - they weren’t a secret - they weren’t hiding - they were just - themselves - and Offroad never felt this comfortable on his career as now and he sighed while staring at the screen - until something changed on Daou’s features - his eyes were tingling in amusement, lips sharper, voice lower - and Offroad noticed, “What?”"You know, this…" Daou teased, moving his camera just a little above his gaze, resting his chin adorably on his own hand, “Kinda reminds me when we first met.” And Offroad already knew exactly where this was going, “Should I get on my knees for you P’To? One for the old times,” Daou chuckled, his tongue wetting his lips, wide smile that had Offroad straightening up in his chair, “Be serious,” Offroad scolded, but the smirk on his lips saying otherwise, “You know..” Daou kept going - fingers moving lower on his shoulders, around the collar of his shirt, slipping it enough to expose his collarbones, "I still remember exactly how you sounded back then, so distant but so close,” Offroad chuckled, moving closer to the screen, “Sometimes I forget how impossible you can be,” and Daou nodded, already getting rid of his own shirt, “You love it,” and Offroad did - Offroad loved everything about Daou - every detail one could possible imagine - he loved it - and he loved it miserably, “You can’t touch yourself,” Offroad commanded and Daou immediately nodded, “Yeah?”, Offroad felt the rush to join him, rubbing his knees together - cursing when he heard a knock on the door, “Wait,” he stood up, changing the browser to a private mode and reaching for the door and looking trough it - his eye back on the laptop - then back on the door - laptop - door - before he finally opened it, “What the hell…”  Daou smirked, stepping forward, reaching for Offroad’s chin, "Told you I know you by heart, so easy to just pre-record a call with you,” Offroad was still trying to digest it, “How did you…”Daou didn’t let him finish - pushing them inside - grabbing Offroad’s waist, lifting him, turning them around before pressing him against the door - kissing him like it had been weeks, months, years - like Offroad was the only thing in the world - in Daou’s world - and Daou was starving from it - Offroad moaned into his mouth - settling himself on Daou’s hold, matching the kiss - closer, deeper, absorbing - like he was just as starved, “You planned this?” He managed to ask while unbuttoning Daou’s shirt, “Of course I did, how many times do I have to remind you, I am better in person?” And Offroad chuckled - genuine - from happiness - from everything - because this time, Offroad was glad that Oueiija wasn’t behind the camera. ‧₊˚✧ [◉°] ✧˚₊'
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