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Kinn walked with determined strides through the front doors of the compound. He was on a mission to locate Porsche for a little R and R - a little hand-to-hand – a little mono y mono with the man he loved until one or the other of them gave out first in utter exhaustion and since he didn’t plan on giving out anything other than mind numbing pleasure throughout the night - chances of it being him were slim to none. With Porsche - his stamina had hit new levels, and he was all for setting a new record tonight. First things first though - he needed to locate his man and get hands on him. Things would proceed naturally and fantastically from that point on. With Porsche - it always did.
And Kinn’s thoughts weren’t wrong.
But they weren’t right either.
Things proceeded hotly the moment he lay eyes on Porsche but not in the way he had been anticipating.
Not!
At!
All!
His eyes lit on Porsche’s shining bronzed face - his lover’s striking features - every beautiful inch of them - as he stood several yards away from Kinn, talking with another guard. While Kinn paused to admire the effortless beauty of this man - Porsche’s expression slowly changed and Kinn watched in fascination as it did so. It went from professional concentration to perplexed to shock then awe in very few seconds.
As Kinn watched Porsche he could hear a voice of a lighter tone coming from further away - one that he did not recognize, nor did he comprehend what that voice was saying. All he knew - all he heard - all he cared about was what Porsche was doing and what Porsche was saying. And what Porsche was doing - was looking at another man - what Porsche was saying - was another man’s name on his lips in such a revered tone - his voice unlike any he had ever used on Kinn either.
Who the fuck was Porsche talking to?
The very last thing he expected to discover tonight was Porsche crying out another man’s name. It was definitely the fucking last thing he had expected to hear. And what he had most definitely never, ever dreamed of ever seeing was a man running into Porsche’s arms and diving into them as if he’d been there a dozen times, a hundred times, a thousand times more than Kinn had ever been.
Anger seethed and rage bubbled and boiled over until he heard nothing - saw nothing but black spots dancing across his vision. Those black dots quickly changed though - became red - crimson red - blood red!
Kinn knew things were being said - there were sounds but he registered not a word - could not distinguish between one syllable to the next - laughter or anger or sadness or screaming. His world was blank except for one thing; the image of Porsche enveloping another man in his arms as if he would never let him go.
But he would, by god!
Kinn would make sure he let go and never hold that mother fucker in his arms again. Porsche was his! He had never thought to find this man in his whole entire life, and he was never going to let him go. Kinn did not care who had come before, but he gave a huge fuck to whoever thought they could come after. The answer was no one and by god he would prove that right now!
Without pausing - without giving any further thought to what he was seeing or why he was seeing it or even who he was seeing - Kinn's big hands reached up and out, grabbing at the slim shoulders in front of him and flung the piece of shit down to the ground ready to take his life for daring to even approach his Porsche and though he was furious with Porsche he would deal with him later.
Right now, there was another man to take down and he did just that!
"Porsche! What the fuck do you think you're doing in front of my fucking house no less! I should just..."