A/N: So I think that this will at last make up for earlier doscomforts *cough* Well... yeah...
Also I have been thinking on granting the 50th reviewer a request at a oneshot, not because I want reviews, but because I kind of want to write a short story and I simply lack ideas (and motivation). So if this chapter reaches the lucky #50 I think I'll give it a try, if not, well there will definitely be a chapter 11. I'm not sure about the conditions yet, but they won't be too hard (probably no Gerita or Spamano though) and you would have to give me a theme too.
Have fun reading!
After some minor coaxing and major threatening I got the story out of Mathias how he had convinced his father to let us stay here.
If Mathias, who had up until now neglected his studies, would agree on performing his duties as was expected of the next heir of the family, he could 'house as many stray cats and dogs as he wished, and was able to handle'. After all, that would maybe even teach him responsibility. So basically I was not the only one who had a hard time, keeping up with Mathias antics.
But I definitely didn't like to be called a stray cat, let alone stray dog. There was not much I could do though. For the time being I was just glad that we could stay.
Emil returned with some snacks, and we sat there a while in silence, only disturbed by chewing noises.
Mathias had to leave after the meal and hold his end of the bargain, meaning he had to study. I watched him go with mixed feelings, I had time to get used to this new situation, without him constantly throwing my train of thoughts off the tracks, but I also felt kind of lost in this giant empty mansion.
Emil had gone off to explore on his own, his puffin still perched on his head. I wondered if that bird ever got heavy. I didn't know what to do with myself, so after a while I followed Emil's example and started to explore my new home. According to Mathias we could go everywhere except for the rooms on the end of the corridor on the second floor. Those were his father's. But I didn't have any desire to go near him anyway, so I kept my distance.
The ground floor held the kitchen, the dining room, which was more like a dining hall, the servant quarters, and rooms to receive guests. The first floor was where Mathias rooms were located, aside from his bedroom he had a bathroom, with an enormous bathtub, which I made a mental note to try once, and a smaller room for his studies. The latter was currently in use by Mathias, and I deliberately left out in on my exploration tour, he would probably just jump at the opportunity to skip his duties and harass me instead.
There were also some vacant guest rooms on that floor, one of them had been prepared to accommodate Mathias' cousin who would arrive tomorrow.
The second floor held, as mentioned before, the rooms of Mathias' father and some sort of entertainment room, filled with various items to shorten one's while.
And there was the attic. The staircase was rather hidden, behind a curtain at the end of the corridor. I felt weird as I ascended the steps. This was the very place, where my father had lost his life. The attic was dark, the wooden constructions that supported the roof, barely visible in the faint light that shone from the opening of the stairs.
I used my arms to feel my surroundings, careful not to hit my head anywhere or stumble and break something in the process. With time my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and could make out more of my surroundings. But there was not much to see, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs hung from the ceiling.
A small metal plate caught my eye, as I turned around to make my way back to the stairs. I hesitated briefly then I walked over and examined it. The plate too was covered in dust and I brushed it off, to read what had been written on it.
I gasped, which resulted in heavy coughing, since I breathed in the dust I had previously brushed off. It took a while to calm down my complaining lungs, but eventually I managed. There in the plate, was written my father's name and the date of his accident.
We had never heard anything from the owner of the house, after my father had been killed; we always assumed that he simply didn't care. But someone had put a plate up here, to remember him. That notion, however small, made my eyes sting with tears. Or maybe it was just the dusty air again. I retreated, wiping my eyes and descended the stairs.
At the end of the stairs, I took a moment to collect myself, my father had been dead for so long, and there was no use in getting worked up over it now. I just hoped Emil wouldn't discover the plate. I made sure that the stair was very well hidden behind the curtain and returned to Mathias' room.
But instead of finding it empty, the sight of Mathias resting in his armchair greeted me. The moment he spotted me entering he leaped to his feet and tackle-hugged me.
"Lukas, I missed you."
"I wasn't gone that long, besides aren't you supposed to study?"
"Nah, I'm already finished."
I looked outside the window, and true the sun had moved quite a bit since I started on my little adventure.
"Where's Emil?" I asked, I hadn't encountered him on my tour, so I was a little worried, but Mathias dispersed my worries with a wave of his hand. "He's playing in the garden, playing with his puffin. I saw him from my study's window."
He looked at me, and his already far too wide grin threatened to spread even wider.
"Lukas…"
"What?" I snapped, irritated by his behavior.
"You look funny." Huh?
He dragged me to a mirror that hung besides the wardrobe and positioned me in front of it. I stared with wide eyes at my reflection. My hair was decorated with cobwebs and I had specks of dust on my face and my clothes. Oh hell, why hadn't I noticed earlier? This was so embarrassing. And the situation was made worse by the unmistakably red blush on my cheeks, and Mathias' grin over my shoulder. He seemed far too pleased with the situation.
"Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, and refused to look at him or the mirror. "Of course!" He exclaimed and grabbed my hand. Baffled, I could just stumble after him, as he dragged me out of his room and into the luxurious bathroom. And my confusion just increased, when he shut the door behind him.
What? Did he intent on staying here with me? Didn't he know how impolite it was to disturb people when they were bathing?
But before I could complain, he had already turned on the water in the bathtub and leaned over the counter to check the temperature.
Damn, that boy moved fast.
But hopefully he would leave as soon as the water was set up, maybe he just wanted to make sure everything was in order.
Yeah… right.
When he was satisfied with the temperature, he proceeded to pull seemingly random items out of the closets, situated on one wall. He tossed me a towel and then emptied the contents of an expensive looking bottle into the bathtub, which resulted in heavy bubble and foam building.
Uh… but was that another towel, Mathias had placed on the floor beside him?
Surely he couldn't mean…?
"What, you are still dressed?" I looked at him with wide eyes.
"Of course I am still dressed, you are still here!" My voice was high with nervousness.
"So what?" My mouth dropped open, how could he be so calm about this? Hell, he just asked me right out to get naked with him still there! I was so embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I'll undress too."
How could that be reassuring?
Completely unaware of my growing uneasiness Mathias began to strip. And I couldn't help but watch. His body was surprisingly well toned, his stomach was flat and smooth, the muscles between his skin faintly rippling and the tone of his skin was a nice tanned shade. And his member…
I snapped my eyes shut, cheeks burning red. Did I just check him out?
A light chuckle and I could feel his presence near me. "Don't worry Lukas, we're both boys, there's nothing you haven't seen yet so just look." I felt his breath close against my neck and shivered. "Besides shouldn't you be used to naked men?"
I froze. This was something I had banished to the farthest ends of my mind, but now his words brought all the memories back. It was true, I had seen a lot of naked men, and a lot of naked men had seen me naked. But that didn't mean I liked it one bit, and back than I hadn't had a choice.
And I never cared for one of those men, like I do for you…
The thought was there, unwelcome, but once it surfaced from the depth of my mind, it wouldn't disappear again.
It was true.
I liked Mathias.
It still wasn't love yet, but it could very well be, if I let it. I just had to let it happen.
A thud, and then I felt Mathias embrace around my hips. I opened my eyes and there he was, kneeling yet again before me, resting his head on my belly and hugging my waistline.
Maybe he had sensed my distress after all.
"I'm sorry Lukas, I didn't think for a minute." I didn't mean to… I'm sorry." I could feel his nose close to my belly button, pressing through the fabric of my shirt. I gently placed a hand on his head. He was still naked, but that didn't bother me as it had only a moment before.
He wouldn't hurt me, I was sure of that.
"I'll leave you alone." His voice sounded strained with guilt and concern. To my own surprise I found myself kneeling down before him and pulling him in an embrace. His naked skin pressed against my clothed one; still I could feel the heat radiating from him.
"Don't go." I whispered, suddenly afraid of losing that comforting warmth.
"Are you… sure?"
Was I? I hesitated but then I nodded. This felt good, so it had to be good, right?
Mathias smiled and leaned closer to me. "I love you." He whispered as he placed a kiss on my lips. It was a chaste and innocent kiss, yet I could feel my heartbeat increase. And for the first time I felt as if the 'I love you' he was waiting for, wasn't so far anymore.
I opened my lips, and the kiss transformed into something wild and passionate. His tongue was invading my mouth and Mathias' taste overflowed my senses. He tasted like the sun and wheat on the field, like a summer breeze in the middle of winter. I lost myself into that kiss; my hands gripped his head, pulling him ever closer, as close as possible.
He finally broke away, smiling breathlessly at me. "The bath is ready" He murmured in my ear, voice husky. He helped me out of my clothes, this time I didn't refuse.
And then I was naked, every inch of skin lied bare under Mathias' intense gaze. I averted my eyes, feeling the shame creeping up me neck. "You are beautiful." The awe in his voice was unmistakably and my shame was washed away by his words.
I looked up and met his eyes, and then he took my hand and led me to the tub that was filled with hot water, foam and bubbles. And then he reached with his arms under my legs and swept me with one strong movement from my feet and into his arms. The heat of his skin burned against me, but I was hot as well.
He lowered me down into the water and I sucked in my breath at the temperature. Mathias followed right behind, seating himself behind me, and then pulling me into his chest.
Even through the heat of the water, I could still feel the burning touch of his skin against mine. Mathias nuzzled his face in my hair, his arms firmly holding me in his grasp.
I sighed and closed my eyes, my earlier distress completely forgotten; it just felt right and good to sit here in Mathias' arms. I could have stayed here forever.
"Lukas…" Mathias voice broke the silence, "Can I touch you?"
I wanted to point out that he was already touching me, with me being in his arms, but instead I just nodded. And then his hands started to move, over my arms, my shoulders my back and finally my chest. A moan escaped my lips as he brushed against one of my nipples. My eyes flung open in embarrassed shock but Mathias only continued to play with it. And the sensation emitting from his touch was unlike everything else I ever felt.
A second moan soon followed after, and Mathias increased his playful teasing. He rubbed my other nipple, pinching it between his nails, and I gasped. My breath was already irregular and when his hand slowly trailed down over my belly towards the place between my legs, I was panting. Yet, through all this Mathias kept kissing my neck, breathing against the side of my face, reassuring me that he wouldn't hurt me and would stop whenever I wanted.
But I was far from wanting him to stop. His fingers brushed the tip of my member, which was already half-erect and I moaned loudly. He gripped the shaft and began to move his hand up and down, and I was sure I would go insane at the feelings that were raging inside of me. I panted and moaned as he increased the pace, heavily pumping me now, his other hand still played with my nipples.
"Mathias…" I managed between moans, "stop… or I'll come…" But he didn't stop, and I spilled my essence into the water.
"I love you." He whispered in my hair, I could just lie there and try to catch my breath as I came down from the high.
I never thought I could be able to feel so amazing. Of course, some of my customers had also touched me, intent on sharing their pleasure with me. But they had been roughly pumping away at me, only caring for the reaction of the body, not if I liked it one bit. And most of them didn't care at all for my pleasure, they just put it in and thrust until they were spent.
I leaned back against Mathias chest, content to just lie there and relax. "Glad, you liked it." He breathed with a chuckle. "What about you?" I asked, realizing that I had been the only one who had fun.
"It's alright, this is enough for me." I opened my eyes and moved around in the tub, until I faced Mathias. "That's not fair, you know, you can when you like." I wasn't able to meet his eyes, as I said that, but I still felt obliged to do it. After all he had done for me; this was the least I could do to make it up to him.
"Lukas." He said, and tilted my chin up with his hand. I was forced to look him in the eyes then. "You know what that would require, don't you? I don't want to put you through that, if you don't really want to." I cast my gaze down, still not comfortable with his eyes boring into mine. "I could blow you… maybe…" I mumbled something I had to do plenty of times before to turn customers on.
Mathias mumbled in something that almost sounded like exasperation. "Don't force yourself. I wouldn't feel comfortable if you'd do anything you felt compelled to do. Lukas I love you and I want you, but I want you to know, that we have time. We can do it at your pace, and I am willing to wait as long as it takes for you to be ready." He stroke my cheek with a finger taking on a tear, I didn't realize had been there. So I was crying then.
"Shh, don't cry, it's okay. I won't leave, I promise."
I tried to smile to reassure him, that I was fine, but I only managed a weak imitation. But for Mathias it seemingly was enough.
He pulled me back in his arms, holding me close until my eyes were dried. Then he lifted me up once again and carried me out of the bathtub. He placed me on the counter and put the towel around me, making sure to dry up every drop of water he found on my body.
He was still naked though, and I couldn't tear my eyes from his marvelous body. The men I had back in the brothel had not nearly been in as good a shape than Mathias was in, and somehow I found that enticing. Images of him ravaging me over and over again filled my head, no matter how desperate I tried to contain myself. It soon became physically evident that I wanted Mathias. I had never thought I could ever want someone so badly. But Mathias words and his gentle care had set something lose in me.
Mathias stopped in his tracks; he had noticed my newly revived erection. He looked at me in surprise, and before he could say anything I slammed our lips together. There was no way I could say just now, how badly I wanted him, so I used my body language instead to speak for me. And it worked; Mathias dropped the towel and lifted me up in his arms again.
"We should continue this on the bed, don't you think so?" I just nodded and pulled him back into a feverish kiss. The door slammed behind us and then I was tossed on the soft covers of Mathias' bed.
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