Chapter 19 - My Wifey Is So Tiny.

The blanket covering Intha's nearly bare body was kicked off as he shifted on the wide bed, still not fully awake. His hand reached out, searching for the person lying beside him. When he found him, he grabbed hold and scooted closer, pressing his face against the broad back, shoulders, and neck. He even nuzzled his sharp nose near the other's ear, brushing softly against it.

The ticklish sensation from the soft strands of hair didn't bother Intha. Instead, he noticed the familiar scent of the other's perfume lingering behind his ear. Eung-eung didn't shower properly. Definitely didn't wash their hair.

"You didn't shower. I can still smell your cologne."

"Eung-eung did shower, just didn't wash my hair. Are you awake now? Hungover?" Akara asked, lowering his phone when he realised Intha was awake. Akara turned onto his back, causing Intha, who had been snuggling against his back, to adjust his position as well.

"No hangover. I feel great. Did I shower last night? My memory cuts off after catching you cheating. You're so sneakyyy," Intha said, narrowing his eyes at Akara. The accused cheater smiled faintly and turned to face Intha, resting his face against Intha's firm chest. He began to nuzzle back, their legs tangling together.

Intha's legs were smooth, with light-colored hair. He was only wearing boxers, leaving little to the imagination. Everything was visible, even the 'morning glory' ;]

"You didn't shower. I just wiped you down. Last night, you were so drunk you tried to bang me, but you passed out first." Akara teased.

"Oh, really? Then how about a little morning delight?" Intha chuckled deeply, flipping over to straddle Akara. His face was mischievous as he pressed Akara's shoulders down, his thumb tracing the patterns on Akara's left shoulder. The result? Akara kicked him off and shook his head in refusal.

"Hold your horse, man. I'm hungry!" Akara declared.

"It's only nine in the morning. Hungry already? You're not usually this hungry so early," Intha said, glancing at his watch, which he hadn't removed. He then used both hands to flip Akara onto his stomach, pinning him down by pressing on his back and sitting on his legs so he couldn't move. "No food for cheaters. You need to be punished first."

"Starving your wifey is a sin," Akara retorted.

"Not letting your hubby screw you is a bigger sin. Look, it's been thirty-six hours since I last got to touch you," Intha countered.

"Wow, thirty-six whole hours," Akara said sarcastically, feigning shock as he stopped struggling. Alright, he decided to stop playing hard to get and see what else Intha had up his sleeve.

"Normally, every four hours is a must," Intha added.

"Sex isn't a paracetamol tablet, dude."

"Wait, people take a paracetamol tablet every four hours? I've been misunderstanding this whole time. But can I do that? I feel... so uncomfortable," Intha said, pretending to think deeply as he grabbed Akara's hands and pinned them behind his back. Akara glanced back slightly, his expression clearly showing his exasperation.

"Well, you passed out last night, I'm the one who was left uncomfortable," Intha grumbled, throwing in a few curses for good measure. The man pinning Akara down grinned widely.

"Sorry, but I need a morning delight," Intha said

"Just do it already. Stop talking," Akara replied, resting his chin on the pillow and letting Intha take the lead.

"Alright," Intha said with a smirk. With that, he yanked Akara's shirt collar, causing Akara to let out a small, uncomfortable sound. Soon, Intha's warm hand wrapped around Akara's neck.

Intha moved like a predator, climbing higher as if stalking his soft, fluffy prey. His mouth bit down on Akara's shoulder and neck with surprising force, leaving marks that would undoubtedly bruise for days. Sex with Intha was intense at times, a hardcore expression of their love for each other.

Akara's lips were crushed in a kiss so fervent that the sound echoed throughout the room. Thirty-six hours had clearly been too long for Intha, who seemed ravenous, kissing Akara so hard it left his lips sore.

"Intha..."

"Hmm?"

"Don't nail and bail me, okay?" Akara said.

"Damn it. My heart isn't mine anymore," Intha said, freezing at Akara's playful tone. He released his grip on Akara. I couldn't take it. That tone was too much for me. Not cute, just infuriating.

"You're asking for it, you know?"

"Hey, you jerk! I was just jokin'," Akara yelped, startled as Intha smacked his butt twice, hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.

"Joking or not, you're too tempting. A hundred spanks as punishment," Intha declared.

"You're a psycho," Akara muttered. Intha only grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Sometimes, Akara thought, Intha could be downright terrifying. See? He was already pulling off my sleep shorts and gently rubbing my now-sore butt.

It was oddly thrilling, so Akara reached for the lube and tossed it onto the bed. The way he stretched to grab the lube looked like a frog, utterly adorable. Then Intha poured and spread the lube generously. Glancing over, Akara saw Intha stroking himself to full attention, teasingly brushing against Akara's sensitive spot. 

And then...

Now available, the sweet scent of soap! If you use it, you'll exclaim, 'Oh, wow!"

By the time they made it downstairs, it was already past noon. Akara grumbled at Intha, who tried to walk away without listening, only to be dragged back by the arm.

In the end, Intha could only stand there, holding his crotch and nodding as Akara gave him more instructions.

When Akara went back upstairs to prepare breakfast, closer to lunch now, Intha grabbed a wooden chair with one hand, pretending to throw it at Akara, who had already gone upstairs. But then Akara's messy-haired head popped back out.

"What are you doing with that chair?"

"Uh... just arranging the chairs as you asked. This chair goes here, this table goes there, exactly as you said. Guaranteed," Intha replied quickly.

"Oh, okay. I thought you were going to throw it at me," Akara said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Who would dare do that? Go on, Eung-eung, make breakfast. I'll handle everything down here," Intha said sweetly.

"Alright. Once you're done with the tables and chairs, clean the floor outside, water the plants, and wash the motorcycle while you're at it. Don't forget to put the hose away properly, or a customer might trip," Akara added.

"You're just getting back at me for almost throwing the chair, aren't you?" Intha muttered, dropping the chair onto the floor, looking utterly defeated after hearing Akara's additional requests.

"Who would dare mess with my hubby? Just a little favour, that's all. Your wifey is so tiny, I can't do it all myself," Akara said with a sly smile. Of course, Akara was getting back at him, just as Intha suspected. Having a sly boyfriend like Intha meant Akara had to stay sharp.

"Brilliant. My wifey is so tiny," Intha said, giving Akara a thumbs-up. Akara raised an eyebrow and smirked before heading back upstairs. This time, Intha didn't dare act tough in front of his beloved wifey.

It was as if a little voice whispered to him, warning him not to throw the chair...

And so, he ended up doing everything Akara asked. By the time he was done, he was drenched in sweat, as if he'd just left the gym. Intha stopped in front of a table tucked away in a private corner of the bar. On the table was a simple sign that read 'VIP!

The handwriting was Intha's, freshly written.

He snapped a photo and sent it to his group of close friends.

I'm in luv with Eung: I've reserved a table 4 us!

I'm Naay: It's for', so annoying.

I'm In luv with Eung: My sincere apologies, my Lord. Are you free to come?

I'm Naay: Yeah, I'm free. Lit's coming too.

I'm Ni: Iyares is driving and can't reply, but I'll answer for him. He might be late; he's rushing in from Nan.

I'm Thon: See you there.

I'm Nhai inlove with Yaiyayes: sends a sticker

I'm Naay: Sending a sticker, huh? know you're just showing off your new username that matches Intha's.

And what's with "Yaiyayes"? Is that Ai's nickname? Totally ruins his cool image.

I'm Nhai, inlove with Yaiyayes: Yep. My fifth niece is learning to talk and calls Ai that. I'll send you a clip of her-it's adorable.

I'm In luv with Eung: Nhai, you're such a copycat!

I'm Nhai inlove with Yaiyayes: My father-in-law gave me some cash to spend. / was thinking of blowing it off

at your bar, but since the owner talked trash to me, I'll reconsider.

I'm In luv with Eung: Oh, please, my dearest customer, come on in. Today, your VIP table has special prices -everything's more expensive!

I'm Nhai inlove with Yaiyayes: Screw you, Intha. I'm not talking to you anymore.

I'm Nhai inlove with Yaiyayes: Hey, should we wear matching outfits? Asking everyone else, not you, Intha.

I'm In luv with Eung: Don't care. I've got a chart of lucky shirt colours.

I'm Naay: Don't bother. Thon just replied "see you" and disappeared. If you pick a theme now, he won't read

1. If he shows up in the wrong colour, he'll throw a fit.

I'm Nhai inlove with Yaiyayes: It's like he replied and then died.

I'm Thon: Still here. Anyone talking behind my back doesn't get to eat the shrimp.

I'm Thon: Chon and / went to the pier yesterday and got a load of tiger prawns, huge ones. Planning to share

them with you guys. Can we cook them at your place, @Intha?

I'm In luv with Eung: Shrimpy, shrimpy, shrimpy! I luv shrimpy!

I'm Nhai inlove with Yaiyayes: Thon, my dear friend, dun't forget the seafood sauce. I luv seafood sauce!

I'm Naay: Why must you all butcher the language?

I'm In luv with Eung: Don't let me know that you said to P' lit like "P' Lit, could u peel the shrimpy 4 me,

pweaseee?"

I'm Naay: Damn it, is my chat with him leaking?

"What are you doing? The food is ready," Akara nudged Intha's shoulder. The man, who had been grinning at his phone, turned to look at him. Akara sniffed the air, catching the scent of smoke lingering on himself.

"Just chatting with friends. What did you make, Eung-eung?"

"Bacon fried rice, no veggies. Is this table reserved for your friends?" Akara asked, picking up the paper sign from the table. When Intha nodded, the tattooed man strode over to the bar counter. He crouched down to search through the locker below. A moment later, he returned with an acrylic VIP sign, placing it on the table and adjusting it to look just right. 

"We have this sign in the locker. If you use it, the staff will know it's reserved."

"When are the staff coming in?"

"Around four or five. They're experienced, so no need for much briefing."

"Got it."

"Let's eat," Akara said, grabbing Intha's wrist and pulling him toward the dining table on the third floor. As they walked, Intha suddenly remembered something. "After we eat, let's pay respects to the spirits. It's the first day of opening, so we should ensure everything goes smoothly. Then we can do the rest on Tuesdays and Saturdays."

"Alright, whatever you say," Akara replied with a raised eyebrow, even though he'd never once paid respects to the spirits since the bar opened. But if it means the tables will be full by 9 PM… Eung-eung is all for it. OK!!! And then they ended up arguing!

Akara stood with a tense expression, glaring at Intha, who looked just as annoyed. The reason? Something as trivial as Intha's red sweatpants. Akara scanned him with a furious look. It was almost time to open the bar, yet they were still arguing about those pants.

At first glance, they seemed fine. But when Intha walked or sat, the snug fit of the sweatpants rode up, revealing his ding-dong. As the owner and user of Intha's assets, Akara couldn't tolerate such a bold display.

"Change your pants. Now," Akara demanded, rolling up his sleeves and placing his hands on his hips. Intha shook his head firmly.

"I don't have any other pants to change into."

"You have plenty of clothes. How can you say you don't have anything to change into? Ridiculous!"

"The others have all been worn. This is the only new pair. New bar, new clothes-it's fitting."

"They're so tight I can see your balls."

"No, you can't," Intha argued, spreading his legs and bending down to inspect himself. Aside from not seeing his balls as Akara claimed, the fabric was soft and comfortable. He wasn't changing!

"Then at least untuck your shirt," Akara suggested, their conversation looping back to the same point. Asking Intha to change pants was a no-go. Asking him to untuck his shirt to cover up was also…

"No way. That's not cool."

"Fine, whatever. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"P'Thon's here. I recognise his car. Go greet your friend. I'll check on the kitchen," Akara said, glancing out the balcony. Intha followed his gaze and saw Thon-hon's car pull into the parking lot, as Akara had said. Moments later, his phone rang-it was Thon-hon calling. He didn't answer until the call ended. Finally, Intha untucked his shirt. Akara noticed but said nothing, preparing to head downstairs. Intha followed.

"Eung, let's talk," Intha called.

"No," Akara replied, dodging Intha's attempt to grab him. His lips pouted in annoyance.

"Don't be mad. Don't be mad, okay?"

"Don't even try. Don't try to be nice now when I'm already mad. It's useless. My temper's already flared, and even your lucky charms won't help," Akara snapped before spinning on his heel and leaving the bedroom. Naturally, Intha followed.

"What about the amulet?"

"Nothing can save you," Akara retorted, covering his ears to block out Intha's attempts to apologise. His huffy demeanour was only adorable to Intha. Meanwhile, Thon-hon and Chonlatee, who were carrying foam boxes into the bar, froze in their tracks, not daring to greet Akara.

Akara's face was so stern that it looked like he was ready to kill someone. As for Intha... Thon-hon thought his friend looked like he was about to cry. But knowing Intha, he wouldn't cry easily-unless he was drunk.

"Hey, Intha. Nice new haircut. Looks like trouble. Aren't you going to say hi to your friends?" Thon-hon teased, blocking Intha's path with his long legs to stop him from chasing after Akara.

"Hi, Thon-hon. Hi, Chonlatee. The table's over there. Excuse me while I go make up with my boyfriend. We fought," Intha said.

"Take the shrimp with you and make something good for me."

"Oh wow, my friend. You show up and put me to work right away," Intha said as he took the foam box in his hands. The weight of the box made him scrunch up his face. His plan to chase after Akara was temporarily put on hold.

"Here I come, and you're still running off to beg your wifey." Thon-hon narrowed his eyes.  When Intha pressed his lips together, unable to argue, he quickly changed the subject. "The bar looks cool. Congrats! Wishing your business all the success."

"Congratulations! I'm sure it'll sell really well. P'Thon and I saw a lot of people lining up," Chonlatee said as he swayed back and forth behind Thon-hon, glancing around left and right. Then, his lover gently held him still to stop him from moving.

"Weren't you going to buy snacks at 7-Eleven?"

"Oh, right! I almost forgot," Chonlatee exclaimed.

"Alright, we'll be back soon. Don't forget to make something tasty. P'Lit and Naay are almost here. It shouldn't be more than three minutes. P'Lit drives fast," Thon-hon said.

"Alright, hurry back," Intha replied. Thon-hon nodded, wrapping an arm around Chonlatee's waist as they left the bar. The bar was dimly lit with warm orange lights. Slow-paced Thai country music played softly, creating a deliberately vintage and stylish atmosphere. Intha glanced toward the kitchen and sighed. He needed to make up with Akara before the bar got busier.

"Do you need me to carry that?" one of the staff approached, offering to help with the large foam box. But the new co-owner, whom they'd just met today, waved them off.

"No need. I'll take it to the kitchen myself. Is Mr Eung still in the kitchen?" Intha asked in a calm, polite tone, easing the staff member's nerves.

"Yes, he asked me to call you to the kitchen."

"Got it. Thanks. Take good care of the customers," Intha said, mimicking Akara's tone when giving instructions to the staff.

"Yes, sir." With that, Intha headed straight to the kitchen. He saw Akara, and Akara saw him too.

"What can we make with the shrimp Thon brought?" Intha asked, nudging Akara's leg with his own, his eyes sparkling as he remembered he was still in the doghouse.

"Let's have the cook handle it. Probably grilled, right, Auntie?" Akara said, turning to the cook and grabbing a cucumber slice to munch on. Akara was friendly with everyone and always snacking.

"Yes, Mr Eung. I'll make a special dipping sauce too," the cook replied.

"Your cooking is the best, Auntie. Customers keep coming back because of you," Akara said sweetly.

"Stop flattering me." She took the foam box from Intha and set it on the floor.

"I mean it. Please take care of the kitchen as always, Auntie. I'll go check outside," Akara said, smiling as he left.  My wifey is really tiny, so tiny...So tiny, yet carrying a box of shrimp like it's nothing.

"Come on. Let's take a picture with the sign. I want to post it on the page," Akara said.

"Not mad anymore, huh?" Akara nudged closer, pressing himself against Eung. He reached out to grab Akara's thin waist... uh, well, it wasn't exactly thin. It was firm as he pulled him into a hug because he felt uneasy. His nose pressed into Akara's hair. From yesterday until today, he still hadn't washed his hair.

"Why would I be mad? You untucked your shirt," Akara said, giving Intha a strange look before glancing at his pants, now covered by a white shirt. Satisfied, Akara smirked slightly.

"So, we're good now?"

"Yeah. Come on, let's take a selfie," Akara said, pulling Intha closer. They stood outside the bar, where the sign reading 'Chermchey' was clearly visible. They both smiled widely for the camera. Intha pressed his cheek against Akara's, snapping two or three photos before pulling away to review them on the phone.

"What should the caption be?"

"Chermchey is now open for business!" Akara typed as Intha suggested, glancing at him for confirmation before posting. When Intha grinned widely in approval, Akara's tattooed finger hit the upload button. Chermchey... is now open for business!

"Eung-eung," Intha called.

"Yes?"

"Love the bar a lot, and don't forget to love me too. :)"