unpleasant heat trail down his back, only to
pool in his gut. Dirty, sweaty and smelly, with his boots ankle deep in the
shit, he was a far call from the young, attractive man he used to be back in
London. It wasn’t the image he wanted to present to the person who would help
him survive all this. He glanced around, not sure whether he wanted them to
have company or not, but he soon found out they were alone.
“Good day to you too,” he tried, leaning the
shovel handle on his arm to pull one of his sleeves down. He quickly wiped his
face with it, doing his best to avoid Crunch’s gaze. His whole body was telling
him to flee.
“They went outside,” Crunch sighed, and his tactic
was entirely different, as he wasn't taking his eyes off Victor.
“I would make myself presentable if I could.”
Crunch shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Yar gonna get
dirty anyway. I thought it’d be better though...? You wanted to be out of the
sun?”
Only now it hit Victor. Would Crunch have ordered
this change for him ? He looked at the rugged face in mild disbelief, but
soon, he settled for a grateful smile. This man, who was in charge here and
could essentially just have him for plain favours, was actually trying to take
care of him.
“Yes... it’s weakening, and I don’t really want my
skin to get damaged.” He shot Crunch a meaningful glance.
The man scratched his head, lowering his eyes for
the first time that day. “I know it’s a shit job... uh... sorry... I mean...”
He sighed, stuffing his mouth with nuts.
Victor chuckled despite the painful pull in his
muscles and the horrible sticky feeling all over his body. “You might think I'm
some weakling who can't do any work, but I'm not,” he claimed even though he
never did physical work other than perhaps rearranging some furniture in his
room.
“Good. What I wanted to say is that it’s not a
great job, but there are many much worse. Just keep yarself out of trouble.”
Victor gulped, daring to take two steps towards
Crunch. The man was very handsome in a rough sort of way. Looking at his mouth,
Victor still remembered its exact feel on his cock. “I only wish for your
attention.”
“Charming,” Crunch said without emotion, but
couldn’t hide the smirk and looked to his feet.
Victor bit his lip and closed the distance between
them until the tips of their boots touched. “Yes, you are.” He smiled, his
fingers tingling to touch, but didn’t dare to reach out.
“I’m just a guard.” Crunch couldn’t fight the
smile anymore as he looked up to Victor and put a hand on his hip. His touch
was steady, firm, but careful, as if he were dealing with a porcelain teapot.
Victor reached up, brushing the irregular ridge of
Crunch’s nose with the back of his hand. Not for a second did his gaze leave
the other man’s eyes. “So?”
“I’m surprised ya’d find me charming, liar boy.”
Victor frowned. “I’ve been called many things, but
not a liar.”
“Nah?” Crunch raised an eyebrow and slowly
caressed his hip.
“Nah.” Victor nodded, leaning closer until they
were chest to chest, his chin digging into the other man’s breastbone. “Why did
you call me a liar, Mr. Crunch?”
“Cause I’m no gentleman.” The guard snorted.
“Not all gentlemen are charming, believe me.”
Victor looked up at him, but still kept his hands by his sides.
“Can’t do this now, ya know. Anyone could come
in.”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t kiss you yet.” Victor
smiled at him. “Who broke your nose?”
“Ah, that.” Crunch laughed and rubbed the ridge of
his nose, looking away. “Lover, long time ago. I’m a bastard, ya know.” The way
he smiled made it seem that he didn’t regret it.
“What did you do to the poor sod?”
Crunch raised his eyebrows with a crooked grin.
“Me? Nah... Can’t ya see I’m the one who got ‘urt?”
“I want to know why you call yourself a bastard.”
Victor sighed and got up to his toes to brush his lips over
pool in his gut. Dirty, sweaty and smelly, with his boots ankle deep in the
shit, he was a far call from the young, attractive man he used to be back in
London. It wasn’t the image he wanted to present to the person who would help
him survive all this. He glanced around, not sure whether he wanted them to
have company or not, but he soon found out they were alone.
“Good day to you too,” he tried, leaning the
shovel handle on his arm to pull one of his sleeves down. He quickly wiped his
face with it, doing his best to avoid Crunch’s gaze. His whole body was telling
him to flee.
“They went outside,” Crunch sighed, and his tactic
was entirely different, as he wasn't taking his eyes off Victor.
“I would make myself presentable if I could.”
Crunch shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Yar gonna get
dirty anyway. I thought it’d be better though...? You wanted to be out of the
sun?”
Only now it hit Victor. Would Crunch have ordered
this change for him ? He looked at the rugged face in mild disbelief, but
soon, he settled for a grateful smile. This man, who was in charge here and
could essentially just have him for plain favours, was actually trying to take
care of him.
“Yes... it’s weakening, and I don’t really want my
skin to get damaged.” He shot Crunch a meaningful glance.
The man scratched his head, lowering his eyes for
the first time that day. “I know it’s a shit job... uh... sorry... I mean...”
He sighed, stuffing his mouth with nuts.
Victor chuckled despite the painful pull in his
muscles and the horrible sticky feeling all over his body. “You might think I'm
some weakling who can't do any work, but I'm not,” he claimed even though he
never did physical work other than perhaps rearranging some furniture in his
room.
“Good. What I wanted to say is that it’s not a
great job, but there are many much worse. Just keep yarself out of trouble.”
Victor gulped, daring to take two steps towards
Crunch. The man was very handsome in a rough sort of way. Looking at his mouth,
Victor still remembered its exact feel on his cock. “I only wish for your
attention.”
“Charming,” Crunch said without emotion, but
couldn’t hide the smirk and looked to his feet.
Victor bit his lip and closed the distance between
them until the tips of their boots touched. “Yes, you are.” He smiled, his
fingers tingling to touch, but didn’t dare to reach out.
“I’m just a guard.” Crunch couldn’t fight the
smile anymore as he looked up to Victor and put a hand on his hip. His touch
was steady, firm, but careful, as if he were dealing with a porcelain teapot.
Victor reached up, brushing the irregular ridge of
Crunch’s nose with the back of his hand. Not for a second did his gaze leave
the other man’s eyes. “So?”
“I’m surprised ya’d find me charming, liar boy.”
Victor frowned. “I’ve been called many things, but
not a liar.”
“Nah?” Crunch raised an eyebrow and slowly
caressed his hip.
“Nah.” Victor nodded, leaning closer until they
were chest to chest, his chin digging into the other man’s breastbone. “Why did
you call me a liar, Mr. Crunch?”
“Cause I’m no gentleman.” The guard snorted.
“Not all gentlemen are charming, believe me.”
Victor looked up at him, but still kept his hands by his sides.
“Can’t do this now, ya know. Anyone could come
in.”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t kiss you yet.” Victor
smiled at him. “Who broke your nose?”
“Ah, that.” Crunch laughed and rubbed the ridge of
his nose, looking away. “Lover, long time ago. I’m a bastard, ya know.” The way
he smiled made it seem that he didn’t regret it.
“What did you do to the poor sod?”
Crunch raised his eyebrows with a crooked grin.
“Me? Nah... Can’t ya see I’m the one who got ‘urt?”
“I want to know why you call yourself a bastard.”
Victor sighed and got up to his toes to brush his lips over
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