"Hey Moira?" Quinn asked from the hallway, looking around for her. "I'm in the kitchen Mr. Marcellin." She called back to him. He entered the kitchen, radio in hand and wearing a white, two sizes too big tank top, and tight black shorts. "I'm...just gonna workout in the living room area and umm..." His voiced trailed off and looked around. "It's okay Mr. Marcellin you won't be disturbing me if you play your music." She told him with a kind smile. "Awesome, I won't be playing it for long!" He said and disappeared quickly into the living room. Quinn moved a few things around in the room to make room for himself and then turned around and grabbed his radio, placing it on the love seat to the side. Crouching down he scrolled through his playlist for a practice song to dance to.
The young teen clicked on one of his favorites, from the famous Pussy Cat Dolls, Don't Cha. Okay, the young boy admits his taste in music is a bit, odd for someone like himself, but the beat was good as well as the rhythm of the song to help with his timing and moves. Quinn stretched out his arms and legs for a few moments as well as his back and neck, before clicking the play button and the song started to blared through the speakers. Patrick had decided to settle himself on the long comfortable couch to watch Quinn dance. When the song started and Quinn started to dance, he knew he had found his new hobby. The way Quinn's body moved, rolled, suddenly popping and twisting to the beat could truly only be described as sensual.
It was probably the sexiest thing Patrick had ever seen before, besides this one time in Montana. Quinn's body dropped to the ground and gracefully came back up, twisting around and jumping. Patrick didn't even want to get into how his hands slid over his own body to the song. Sliding and grabbing his articles of clothing, and sometimes he noticed he'd bite his lower lip or sing along silently with the song. Sometimes he lift up that flimsy tank top of his, if you could even call it that with how much skin it showed off and Patrick could make the starting outlines of his abs and licked his own lips. "I could really get used to this." Patrick commented, as he decided to turn up the heat again in the house. It didn't take much time for the boy to work up a sweat and start to pull off the article of clothing from his body. The way those long nimble fingers brushed back his bangs had Patrick howling on the inside, thinking of all the ways he could put those hands to work, and his body as well.
The song continued to play and Quinn continued to dance. Now Patrick could really see the curves and toned muscles and the way his torso moved perfectly. This continued for close to two hours before Quinn stopped, covered in sweat and breathing a bit heavily. He casually walked over to the radio and turned off the current playing song. The whole time he was dancing he felt eyes on him and it gave him a bit of an uneasy feeling, but Moira was the only other person in the house, and she was cleaning in the kitchen. He decided to just write it off as him just trying to get use to the old place. Scratching the back of his neck, he realized just how much he had sweated. Grabbing his shirt he then walked back upstairs and into the master bedroom to go take a shower. Patrick went to go follow but was stopped by Moira grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. "And where do you think you're going?" She asked him. "Get your hands off of me you old hag." Patrick growled. Moira stared up at him. "I won't let you take that child's innocence." Moira warned him. "What are you going to do? Eat my junk?" Patrick scoffed walking away and shoved a hand in his front pocket. "Why don't you go see where Ben is a kill some time?" He commented before fading away.
Moira stood there staring up at the grand staircase leading up to the second level, hearing the sound of one of the shower heads being turned on. Sighing, she ran he hands down her skirt and brushed it with her fingers gently, before picking her head up and walking back into the kitchen.
Up stairs in the master bedroom, Quinn threw his shorts into the tiny white plastic laundry basket and sighed. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply for a moment, he didn't want to be here. His dreams involved moving to climate that actually had different seasons, or maybe back to his home country and speed his days dancing into the night as everyone looked at him and cheered him on. Not in this house, that way too big for him, with his slightly mental uncle. Getting rid of his shirt he walked into the joint bathroom in nothing but his boxers and started to shower. Letting it run for a moment he leaned against the cold marble sink counter and let his thoughts warned to how he was going to get out his uncle's grip.
Don't get him wrong, he wanted an education and he didn't want to run away, but if it came down to that...Quinn suddenly jumped up and away from the counter when he felt something brush hotly against his shoulder. But nothing was there. "It's just my mind, this house is big and way to empty for just two people." Quinn reasoned with himself as he hooked his thumbs underneath the waist band and started to pull them down, the sensation of someone watching came back and looked over at the closed bathroom door. The briefs fell to the ground with a barely audible thud and drew back the curtains and got in. Taking a nice cool shower was what he needed after that long workout. He ran his fingers through his hair and relaxed, the days events running down the drain. Scrubbing his back and torso thoroughly to get the stink and sweat off of him, Quinn's right hand slowly trailed down his stomach and hesitated and hovered between his legs before shaking his head and getting some shampoo in his hands.
Patrick was seriously loosing his patience and couldn't help himself but reach out to touch that tempting skin. He hadn't mean to scare Quinn, but what was he to do? And watching him in the shower was not helping him. His eyes could easily see through the cheap transparent curtain, and see Quinn supple ass...and a little more. He let his thoughts run away for a few moment before the strain in his pants came back. Patrick growled to himself, and stormed off to take care of his problem not being able to restrain himself anymore. After Quinn finished his shower he heard his name being called downstairs. "Just a minute!" He called out loudly.
Quickly, Quinn slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a short sleeved t-shirt and went down the stairs. When he reached the bottom step he saw Gunther standing by the front door, hands crossed against his chest. "H..Hi Gunther." Quinn spoke softly to the older man. He simply nodded his head and told him follow him. They both walked into the living room, which had yet to put back. Gunther turned around and raised a suspicion blonde eyebrow. "Wasn't enough room to workout." He half lied, and shoved his hands in his pocket as he sat on the love seat. Gunther decided to keep standing in an intimidating stance. "Um, actually I have a question for you." Quinn said. "What exactly does my uncle do? Like his business?" He asked shyly. "Your uncle is an important man, back home in the father land." He stated, a slight German accent Quinn could hear. "Lord Rupert is in charge of many interest and stocks in Germany, since moving here he has also picked up a few higher end restaurants and is the head CEO of six different construction companies." Quinn admitted that was pretty impressive, "You kept calling him Lord Rupert?" "Because that is what he is. Your father is a descendent of royalty, which make you one as well." Gunther explained.
"So what? I'm some kind of prince?" Quinn asked raising his eyebrows. He noticed Gunther show a small smirk. "You could argue with that, but it's not as simple." He told him. The two of them started to talk about school when suddenly the door bell started to ring. Gunther looked at Quinn, who put his hands up in self defense. Gunther nonetheless went over and opened the door. "Hello? Who are you?" He heard him speak. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice I got a new neighbor, so I decided to drop by and introduce myself." He heard another male voice say. Quinn stood up and sort of poked his head from behind the door frame to see his neighbor.