Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 11. Can We Hold Hands?

 

''I’m so full! So, soooo full!" Little Chihuahua groaned, his face radiating pure bliss.

Wonchana, after signing the credit card slip and handing it to the staff along with two red banknotes, smiled warmly and said, "If you like this kind of food, I'll take you to eat around Thonglor next time."

 

The escort responded with a sweet smile, his eyes delighted. Then he pulled up his mask, prompting Wonchana to do the same before they walked out of the restaurant together.

 

"Have you ever had COVID?" the taller man asked.

 

"Once," Samut replied.

 

It was because Sirichok had teased him by pulling off his mask, saying it was suffocating to look at. His beautiful eyes dimmed slightly as he continued, "Luckily, my mom and my brother didn't catch it from me. Otherwise, I'd have felt even guiltier. What about you, P'Vice President?"

 

"I'm still a 'No-Vid' human. Survived every season so far."

 

"That's amazing! I've had all my vaccines, though. Luckily, I'm pretty healthy, so it wasn't too bad for me."

 

"Then how did you catch it? Where were you? What were you doing?" Wonchana asked, curious. Little Chihuahua seemed cautious and always carried hand sanitiser, so it puzzled him.

 

Samut hesitated for a moment before answering, "A friend pranked me by pulling off my mask while I was reading at university."

 

Wonchana paused for a moment, then reached out to gently pat Samut’s head with sympathy. 

 

"Let's just call it bad luck. It's good that it wasn't too serious."

 

Samut looked up and smiled so brightly his eyes nearly disappeared, then he asked, "Where to next?"

 

"Wanna take a walk down Patpong?" the local asked. Samut nodded enthusiastically. "Sure! What's it like? Do people really stand outside dancing?'

 

"I used to come here back in university. Back then, yeah, they'd dance right outside the shops. But it's quieter now, and I haven't been here since before COVID."

 

The two walked out of the alley toward the main road, and Wonchana glanced down at the smaller hand.

“Can we hold hands? I want to make sure you don't get lost."

 

Samutr looked up, almost ready to name a price for hand-holding, but then thought about how much Wonchana had already spent on him. Without a word, the small hand slipped into the larger one. Wonchana clasped the little hand and led him through the alley lined with nighttime food, where foreigners sat drinking and dining. Samut looked around, wide-eyed with curiosity.

 

"If you like this kind of vibe, Khao San Road might be more fun... By the way, do you drink?" Wonchana asked.

 

"My brother let me try once, but I didn't really like it. It's not tasty at all. I don't get why people enjoy it so much." The Chihuahua said, scrunching up his nose.

 

"It's good that you don't drink. It's bad for your health," the taller man said.

 

They eventually reached the entrance of the infamous alley, a hub for nighttime adult entertainment. But what Samut saw was a night market filling the walkway, with stalls selling everything from clothes to accessories to souvenirs.

 

“Are these knockoffs?" the small one asked, eyeing a stall selling luxury watches and branded sunglasses.

 

"Yep... Interested?" the taller man asked.

Samut shook his head.

 

"I'm not into branded stuff, and I definitely don't support counterfeits. I'd rather use unbranded items. The work clothes I'm wearing now were bought for me as a gift by my brother. Otherwise, I'd just buy something from a market."

 

"But in our society, people judge you by appearances first. Sometimes clothes can reflect your personality and significantly affect your credibility." Said the man who gets mistaken for a motorcycle taxi driver because of his branded vest.

 

"You sound just like my brother," Samut muttered.

 

"Well, it's true," the older man said, making Little Chihuahua scrunch up his nose.

Suddenly, a man with a dark, intense face approached them. "Come on in, take a look! Wanna see a show? Special price for two! Are you Thai? We've got Thai prices too. Free beer for each of you! Come on in!"

 

Wonchana let go of the small hand to wrap an arm around Samut’s shoulders, pulling him close when the promoter seemed about to grab Samut’s hand. He raised his other hand to stop him.

 

"No, thanks. We're not interested."

 

The promoter, seeing their firm stance, didn't push further and moved on to find new customers.

 

"What kind of show is it?" The curious one asked. Wonchana looked slightly embarrassed before answering, "It's a ping pong show."

 

Seeing the wide, innocent eyes still full of questions, Wonchana sighed and elaborated, "... It's a nude show. Women use their... parts down there to pick up ping-pong balls or darts and blow at target marks or balloons. Sometimes they put strange things in there. Sometimes they even use that part to open soda bottles."

 

If not for the mask covering Samut’s face, a swarm of flies might’ve flown into his gaping mouth. When the taller man met the wide eyes, he couldn't help but laugh.

 

"So do you want to see it?" Samut shook his head vigorously...

-Who would want to see that?

 

"No, I don't want to see it," Samut said, frowning.....Do gay bars have stuff like this, too?"

 

"Most gay bars are in Soi 4, the alley we just passed. Some have shows, some don't. The ones with shows aren't as bizarre as this, but they can be... pretty hardcore," the seasoned visitor explained.

 

"What kind of places do you like to visit?"

 

The little inquisitive one asked so innocently that Wonchana sighed inwardly.

...Did I just walk myself into this?