"Get up, get up, get up!"
Lukas groaned and pulled a pillow over his head to block out the screaming child.
"What's your hurry?" He asked, still not moving when the kid began to push him.
"I'm not in a hurry, I'm just hungry." The high-pitched voice replied, sitting on his brother in another attempt to wake him up.
Lukas sighed and took the pillow away, picking up the younger child to get him to stop pushing.
"Fine Emil, wait in the kitchen." Lukas gave in, setting his brother on the floor.
Emil immediately took off towards the kitchen, leaving Lukas alone again. He waited until he could no longer hear Emil's footsteps to get up. He stretched and yawned as he stood, wishing he could stay in the warm bed all day. Managing to shuffle his way to the kitchen, Lukas was pleased to see Emil had managed to get seated by himself.
"So what do you want for breakfast?"
Emil looked up in thought then pointed to the cabinet above the stove.
"If you want it, you have to talk…" Lukas sighed, leaning against the gas-burning stove.
Emil could speak almost perfect English along with knowing a little Icelandic but still refused to speak when he didn't have to. For this reason Lukas wouldn't give him anything unless he asked.
"Can I have cereal?" Emil spoke quietly, not looking at Lukas but keeping his eyes on the cabinet.
"That wasn't so hard." He said then turned to the cabinet.
Because of his height, Lukas had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the box of Cheerios.
"You have to go to Uncle Tino's today-" Lukas was barely able to finish his sentence before he felt Emil at his feet.
When he didn't want something to happen, Emil had a habit of hitting Lukas's legs.
"No I don't wanna! Berwald scares me and Peter always picks on me!" Emil screamed, beating Lukas's legs over and over.
Lukas sighed and picked his brother up to set him on the counter.
"I know you don't like it but I have to work and Arthur and Francis can't watch you this week." Lukas sighed and lightly pat his brother's head to try and calm him down.
Emil sniffed and nodded, looking down. Lukas smiled sadly and placed Emil back in his seat. He made the bowl of cereal and kissed his brother's forehead.
"Just for this week." He promised.
Emil kept his head down as he entered Tino and Berwald's crazy household. Peter was the first to greet him and dragged him inside while Lukas waved goodbye.
"I should be back by eight to pick him up." Lukas told Tino once the children had left.
"Take your time! Berwald loves kids!" Tino giggled while glancing inside.
Lukas didn't see how this was possible since Berwald was barely able to handle people but kept quiet. As he left Lukas heard a loud crash from inside and prayed for Emil.
Lukas pulled up to the back of an old looking building. He shut the car down and grabbed a duffle bag from the backseat. He got out of the car and unlocked the back door with his employee key. Immediately a slaphappy colleague greeted him.
"Oh my god Luke, like, where have you been?!" The Polish man yelled, pulling Lukas into a hug.
"I had to drop Emil off at Tino's house so it was a little more of a drive." He explained, "Calm down Feliks, it's not like I was late."
"Well, like, you always get here at the same time every day! You didn't even call, totally not cool!" Feliks whined.
Lukas rolled his eyes and pushed Feliks off. He didn't like being touched which was pointless considering his current job.
"What are you, my husband? Now stop being clingy or you're actually going to make me late!"
Lukas pushed past him and picked up the cup of coffee Feliks had already made for him. He walked into his dressing room and locked the door before he started changing. Only half way through someone started knocking on his door.
"What!?" He yelled since he wasn't going to open the door half nude.
"You have a client so, like, hurry up!" Feliks shouted back from the other side of the door.
"I hardly think they should be called clients…" Lukas mumbled as he threw on the last of his clothing, or lack of.
He simply wore a pair of tight, almost underwear short, pants with his country's flag on them along with a red vest that hugged his curves. He despised the outfit for how tight it all was but knew he didn't get a choice on what he was to wear. Without looking back in the mirror like he usually did, Lukas opened the door to get Feliks to stop whining.
"Why are are you in such a hurry?!" Lukas exclaimed as Feliks started to drag him away from the back room.
"Because, like, we're already behind!" Feliks explained then pushed Lukas towards the area he was to go to before taking off.
Lukas stumbled forward and regained his balance. Before beginning to walk again, he sent a glare to Feliks. He tried to move to the separate room as quickly as possible but, as expected, many others tried to get ahold of him first. After pushing wandering hands off him as politely as possible, Lukas pulled himself around a corner to where his "client" waited.
"Took ya long enough…" The stranger groaned, obviously already drunk.
Lukas felt relieved that he was use to think kind of behavior or he would've happily slapped this guy already.
"I'm sorry about that, but I'm here now." Lukas cooed, stepping forward, "And I'm all yours."
A wicked grin grew on the stranger's face and when Lukas got close enough he grabbed his arm and pulled him towards him. The man turned so Lukas was against the wall to which Lukas showed no protest. This was the worst part of his job. It usually wasn't too bad since he just served drinks but he'd had to work some back jobs lately. Lukas stayed completely still, trying his best not to push the man off since he was technically a paying customer. The client pressed himself roughly against Lukas while reaching down to grope his ass. This was too much for Lukas, he just wasn't cut out for having random people touching him. For this reason he quickly pushed him off, stepping away and towards the area where everyone else was.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" The man growled, advancing towards Lukas.
Lukas clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned around to leave without responding. To his dismay, the stranger wouldn't let him go that easily. He lunged forward and gripped Lukas's arm roughly. Lukas hissed and tried to kick the drunky off but was repinned to the wall with his hands trapped over his head.
"Get the fuck off me!" Lukas screamed, struggling to get free.
The pervert didn't let go though and instead pushed his hand past Lukas's tight boxers. Lukas yelped and tried to move again, wiggling through enough to kick the man's shins, though it barely fazed him. He shut his eyes and continued to struggle as the man's hand moved around his private zones. Suddenly the pressure of the man disappeared, as did the hand. Since his knees had already grown weak, Lukas fell to the floor and opened his eyes cautiously. The stranger that had been molesting him now lay pummeled in the corner and a new man stood over him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, extending a hand out to help Lukas up.
Huh...Danish. Lukas thought while reaching out to grab his hand.
"Uh yeah...fine." He replied, shaking some when he was pulled up and started to fall again.
The man stepped forward and caught Lukas before he could fall, a grin plastered on his face.
"I'm Mathias!" The man told Lukas as he tried to help him stay on his feet.
"Oh...I'm-"
"LUKAS!" Lukas was cut off by a familiar voice yelling his name.
"That's me…" He said to Mathias.
He glanced around the corner to see his boss stomping angrily towards him.
"Yes sir?" He asked when his boss was close enough to hear him.
Lukas's boss looked like he was going to start yelling at him then and there but after noticing Mathias, he changed his mind.
"In my office, now." He said strictly and turned around, expecting Lukas to follow.
Lukas sighed and glanced back at Mathias before following his boss. When they got in his office, Lukas didn't even bother sitting down since he knew his boss would be standing over him anyways.
"What the hell was that? You can't just have people beating up our clients."
"But sir he was-"
"I don't want to hear it Lukas. Every week you're in my office for one reason or another. At this rate you waste more money than you earn." His boss growled, towering over Lukas like a wall.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't ask him to help me…" Lukas responded, referencing to Mathias.
His boss leaned against his desk and rubbed his temples in thought.
"I'm sorry Lukas, but you're a loss profit for me. I'm going to have to let you go…" He finished, shooing Lukas out the door, "I'll have your papers ready by tomorrow."
Lukas knew there was no use arguing anymore and left quietly, his boss closing the door behind him. Mathias was waiting for Lukas outside the door, looking concerned when he noticed Lukas had paled.
"What happened?" He asked, standing beside Lukas.
Lukas had originally been filled with dread at the loss of his job but now it was replaced with anger.
"You made me lose my damn job, that's what happened!" He yelled, pushing Mathias roughly and stomping off to where his stuff was.
"Wait, how'd I do that?" Mathias insisted, following him.
"You should've just left me the hell alone!" Lukas growled, picking up his bag and moving to the back exit.
"What was I supposed to do? Let him rape you?" Mathias defended and followed Lukas outside.
"Yeah I guess so! You're not some hero who's suppose to save me! Even if i would've gotten raped at least I would still have a job and a home!" Lukas had turned around to yell at Mathias, getting a little too personal.
Mathias paused, looking over Lukas's angry figure and feeling some sympathy for him.
"You're homeless?" Mathias asked since that was the vibe he was getting.
Lukas took a step back and shook his head. He wondered if he could run to his car fast enough to escape this awkwardness.
"No, I'm not now but with me not having a job anymore it won't be long until I am." Lukas explained, hoping Mathias would get off his back.
"Well if you want, you could live with me. I have plenty of room and I kind of owe it to you." Mathias offered shyly.
Lukas just stared at Mathias in disbelief, almost laughing from his suggestion.
"Are you crazy? You just met me - I just met you, and you're suggesting we live together? Not only that but I have a five-year-old brother that doesn't even want to leave my side long enough to let me go to work!" Lukas baffled, looking at Mathias like he wasn't even human.
"He can stay too, I don't mind children." Mathias insisted, shrugging off anything else Lukas had said.
Lukas scoffed and started heading back to his car, not giving Mathias an answer.
"Wait!" Mathias yelled, running after Lukas and meeting him on the driver's side of the car, "At least let me give you my number."
Lukas opened the car door and climbed in.
"I don't even have a cell phone." He argued, getting ready to close the door but Mathias stopped it with his hand.
"That's what pay phones are for!" Mathias joked.
Lukas rolled his eyes and kicked the door open.
"Fine, just give it to me so I can leave." Lukas gave in, crossing his arms.
Mathias pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. 'What a tool, who just keeps pen and paper in their coat pocket?' Lukas complained to himself, wondering why he was even agreeing to this. He did have a landline that was installed in his apartment but he certainly wasn't telling Mathias that. Mathias finished writing and handed Lukas the paper.
"Call me whenever." He said with a grin.
Lukas gave him a look and slammed the door close. Mathias stepped back from the car to let Lukas leave.