Min Dyrebare Gave (My Precious Gift)
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Chapter 2
Emil pouted childishly up at his brother and tried his best to stifle his laughter. Lukas tickled him one last time and returned over to his desk, forgetting about why he was disappointed. Sure the businesses rejected him, but he knew of one place that would hire him in person. Besides, he had noticed that the place was desperately looking for good looking employees.
"Do you have any homework?" Lukas asked his exhausted brother from his desk, gazing over in the direction of him on the bed. Emil lifted his head with an innocent expression. Oh no, Lukas was not going to give in when it concerned school.
"Maybe…" Emil admitted the truth, but it was only half way. Lukas spun around to lean forward and stand up with that characteristic of authority.
"If you want to succeed in life, then you need to work harder in your studies." Lukas lectured him, stepping over to pick up his navy blue backpack with disorganized paperwork sticking out in random places.
"And you need to organize your school work. I'll help you out this time with your homework and organizing, but you have to start doing things on your own, Emil." The lecture was boring and Emil's attention span was rather short. His eyes were already closing during Lukas's tiresome speech about life and success.
Lukas noticed the Emil was ignoring him and he grabbed his ankles to pull him off of the bed. He ended up crashing against his chest. Emil snuggled his face into the forest green shirt, sniffing the familiar scent of his brother. The fragrance always reminded him that they were inseparable.
Two hours full of assisting Emil with his easy math homework and organizing his entire folder, Lukas prepared dinner for Emil, their uncle, and himself. Emil loved Lukas's cooking and prayed that maybe one day he would turn out to be a wonderful chef.
"This is so delicious, big brother!" Emil complimented the white apron clad blonde as he shoved a fork full of the Norwegian inspired food into his awaiting mouth.
"I'm glad that you like it," Lukas ruffled the boy's hair with a small smile and claimed the seat next to him across from their content looking uncle.
After dinner ended, Lukas sang his brother to sleep earlier than usual. He needed to visit that place in order to hopefully get hired and help out with the bills. His uncle was only allowing Lukas to remain in the house for three reasons. One, he was trying to get a job. Two, he was applying for scholarships to go to college. Last but not least, he was a wonderful Nordic, who knew how to serve a mouthwatering meal. Never in his life of forty eight years had he enjoyed a meal so much.
"Good night, my precious baby. Go to sleep and dream about sweet things and don't forget to dream about me…" Lukas sang softly in his ear, tucking him in his covers, and allowed his good night kiss to linger a second longer than the night before.
Turning on the nightlight and flipping off the bedroom light, Lukas changed into his beloved indigo sailor outfit and fixed the cross hair barrette in his hair. Placing the matching hat carefully on his head, he sighed out from the stress of the day. He would smile for his baby but nobody else had the privilege to witness his special smiles. No one. Period.
Sneaking out of the house was an easy thing to do. It was second nature in his mind. All of the times when his parents returned home plastered, they would become rather violent. As a result, Lukas would rock his little Emil back and forth to sooth him while their parents fought and even had intercourse in the kitchen in their intoxicated state. Disgusting. That's one reason why he resented them. He was more of a mature parent than they would ever wish to become.
He dashed over towards his burrowed flaming red painted truck and sped out onto the open road to find a job.
"So, you want to work here, huh?" A tall man with spiked dirty blonde hair asked in a refined yet brusque voice. Lukas was beyond beautiful, which he questioned his genes sometimes. How did Emil and he turn out so handsome, while their parents… Well, their parents were somewhat good looking, but over the years, they let themselves go to waste.
Lukas nodded firmly, remaining expressionless as always in public. The man smirked, cigarette clenched between his lips. His right hand grazed the shorter blonde's neck. Lukas refrained from kicking this guy's ass for even laying a finger on him.
"You know how to control your emotions very well for someone as pretty as you." His breath was revolting and almost caused Lukas to gag if it hadn't been for holding his breath. He was desperate at this point. He would work as a drug dealer. No, actually that was degrading. What if Emil were to find out about this new job, if he even gets hired?
"You're hired." Well, that was fast. "You can start working tomorrow night. Nine o' clock. Don't be late. I have two gentlemen that will help you learn the ropes around here." Lukas never even learned the manager's name, let alone introduce himself. What if he was a criminal? A good looking one. Finally Lukas assumed that appearance can either break you or make you. In his case, it was the latter of the two.
Mentally patting himself on the back, he rushed home just in time to crawl through the window. He tiptoed over to his bed that he shared with his precious brother with a grin stuck on his face.
Tomorrow he would start his new job, find a way to enroll into a vocational school, and possibly home school his little brother. Happiness fluttered in his heart, causing him to envelope his arms around the snoozing Emil.
The next day, Lukas found Emil crying his eyes out on the wooden bench and he had to whisper sweet encouraging speeches to him. The thing that irked him was that Emil mentioned it was the same girl. His little brother was his everything and he would not endure watching Emil being pushed around by some snot nosed brat. After helping Emil with his schoolwork, feeding him, and singing him to sleep by eight o' clock; he snuck out of the house. He was not even sure what the hours were for this new workplace. Hopefully, it wasn't too crazy to the point where he stayed up for twenty four hours every day.
He had to make ends meet. It wasn't something that he could just give up on. No, his number one inspiration was Emil. His baby brother was the one who pushed him to continue to fight these harsh battles in life. They were enablers when the topic spoke of success and hard work.
Checking his white cream colored wrist watch, his indigo eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He didn't want to blame Emil or anything, but more time was consumed than he had anticipated. Now, he risked the chances of maintaining his first legit- well, more like under the table- job.
Hastily, he slipped out of the window with ease and hauled ass into his truck, starting it up and sped off in the direction of the new job. Three minutes until he was declared late. He was pressed for time as he rushed past all of the customers outside. Almost out of breath, he panted in front of the same man who hired him yesterday.
"You were almost late. For a second, I thought I would have to fire you." His words sent chills up and down his spine. This man was serious yet had a thin layer of humor inside of him.
Lukas simply nodded, "Yes sir." His voice was small and he felt mentally self-conscious. Luckily, he was an expert at concealing his emotions. The smoker patted him on his shoulder, smirking deviously. "You know, I think I want to change your job position. Yeah, you're far too pretty to be a bartender." The word 'pretty' made him feel inferior as a man. What was he trying to imply?
Waiting nervously in suspense, the manager chuckled and raised his eyebrow at someone behind him. Lukas glanced over his shoulder, slowing turning his body around to face this person.
"Wow, ya caught one pretty fish right there!" This boisterous voice irritated Lukas. Without even knowing him personally, Lukas deemed this slightly taller male as annoying.
"I know I did, Mathias." The cocky manager high fived the other wild styled blonde haired male.
"Ya have such a pretty face." His right index finger traced over his jawline with a toothy grin, then he directed his attention to their manager, "Yeah, I wouldn't put this beauty as a bartender. That is too much for him. Too manly." Mathias exclaimed proudly, draping an arm around the offended yet expressionless blonde.
"What is your name?" Well, finally the manager would ask him last minute. See? He only hired him for his good looks and never thought about asking him about himself. As a human, not just an eye candy.
"Lukas Bondevik," Lukas stated quieter than he wanted to in front of his intimidating boss.
"Good. My name is Lars. I'm from the Netherlands, so don't take me for a laid back type of guy." The smoker wheezed out a laugh before he turned away and disappeared behind a crowd of customers. Mathias beckoned Lukas to follow closely behind him to the other side of the dance club bar.
"Lukas, I'm Mathias. I'll be the one to show you the ropes. Now, listen carefully." The blonde was louder than Alfred and that was not a compliment. Lukas simply nodded, yawning as he strained to listen to his words. He was usually snuggling his baby brother in bed by this time. He wanted to provide his little one with a nice childhood. Something that he went far distances to achieve. He missed Emil. The separation was something that stressed him out, but he would never show it.
"So, you will be our new waiter. Ya have the looks, but ya need to smile and you will be perfect." What the hell was he insinuating? Was he not good enough? Emotions of anger and frustration were swarming around in him, listening to this egotistical bastard talk too much.
Lukas opened his mouth to say something. Anything. Was it even possible with this chatter box? Apparently not.
"Follow me, I will give you your work uniform." Mathias waved him over in his direction and grasped the twenty year old by his wrist. Stumbling forward, Lukas managed to maintain his balance. This man was aggravating and far too flamboyant for his liking.
Pushing through the 'Employees Only' mirrored door, Mathias guided Lukas closer to the clothing rack conjoined room with a variety of provocative clothes.
"Good thing ya have the perfect figure. Tall, but not taller than me and slender. That's how I like my men…" Mathias breathed in Lukas's ear in a seductive tone, sweeping his lips across his reddening cheeks. Lukas squeezed his eyes closed and stumbled backwards, "Please stay away. I have a child!" That statement stunned the taller blonde and he apologized repeatedly. Lukas knew if he had said he already had a boyfriend, then Mathias would try to molest him right here in this vast closet of clothing. Now, the horny man assumed he had a wife or something. Ultimately, Lukas considered himself a single parent.
"Oh, you would look very alluring in those navy blue shorts and this white sailor shirt. Here's the white hat that goes with it." Mathias shoved the skimpy outfit into Lukas's awaiting arms, sounding very uncomfortable now. He wondered why Lukas was working at a gay bar. If he had a child at home, what would his wife think? Maybe they were freaky like that.
The second Lukas finished changing out of his previous outfit and into the new one, Mathias drooled at the arousing sight.
Mathias was speechless. Heat rose to his cheeks while he examined every angle of the slightly shorter blonde. There was a problem. Yes, a major issue. This would probably insult Lukas, but he was not the type to keep his thoughts to himself.
"I'm not tryin' to be mean. Shave your legs. Other than that, you're perfect. Oh, work on that smile." Mathias instructed rather offensively, pointing at the light blonde hairs on his legs. It was humiliating now that he mentioned it. But it wasn't like others would notice, right?
"Go home and shave them. I'll see ya tomorrow night. Be ready to flirt while ya serve." And with that said, Lukas grumbled something in Norwegian under his breath with clenched fists. However, his face remained stoic and emotionless. Before he stepped out of the room, Mathias seized the opportunity to smack Lukas's butt flirtatiously. Lukas brushed it off, acting like it didn't faze him. Deep down inside, he wanted to deck the bastard in his jaw. Wipe that smug look off of his face.
"Wait, Lukas!" Mathias called out over the thunderous dance music. He twisted around to find himself being dragged back into the previous room.
"Hey, Lukas. I'm assuming that your wife wouldn't share her razors, so take these," Mathias handed the faintly blushing Nordic a pair of shearing scissors, shaving cream, and a couple of razors, "and remember to shave those nice, long legs." Refraining from rolling his eyes, he accepted the supplies and left without a single word.
A/N: When Denmark called Norway a pretty fish, I thought about the episode where he said that Iceland and him both have creepy friends and generally smell like fish. Something along those lines. Please leave a review! :D They make me SO happy! ^.^