[User]
They stood at the elevator bank, three different sets of doors, and waited for what felt like forever. "Chicken-fried rice it is. I love it, myself. I'll get you the big one and if you don't finish it..." he shrugged. "I'll just be forced to pick up the slack," he said with a half-smile that seemed to hint that he was perfectly fine with that. Hamilton shook his head slightly when she asked about girlfriend or wife. "Nope. Neither. Never been married, and girlfriends don't tend to enjoy the hours I sometimes have to keep," he said with a slight shrug. "But... we'll have to be careful of Maddie," he said, giving her a serious look. "She's a very jealous goldfish. Territorial, too. I'll try to keep her out of your business," he said, a slow smile spreading across his lips as the elevator 'dinged', and the doors slid open with a metallic whoosh.

Hamilton motioned toward the elevator, allowing her to get on first. He followed when she was ready and pressed the button for the 7th floor. He glanced over at her and smirked. "Sorry, no penthouse suite for me. Not on my income," he chuckled. Within a minute, the elevator whisked them upwards through the various levels of the parking garage, past the ground floor and up to the 7th. The doors opened into a well-let hallway, and still holding the boxes in one arm, he motioned towards the direction they needed to go. Soon they stood in front of apartment 707, and he fished out his keys from his pocket with his free hand, and unlocked the door, pushing it open so that she could enter when she was ready. He followed her in, shut the door behind him and secured it.

"It's not the most impressive spot in the world, but... it's home," he said, as he moved in to the first room, the living room. It was clean and tidy, with the usual furniture one might expect to find---couch, big comfy chair, coffee table, flatscreen TV, stereo system, a few end-tables, a couple floor lamps and a pair of matching book cases filled with books, and a couple conservative art pieces hanging on the walls. To the back of the living room the space transitioned into a dining area---table and four chairs set against a large all-glass wall panel that looked outside, next to a small balcony door. The curtains were open, and she could see the lake off in the distance.

He set the boxes down on the kitchen table and motioned with his head toward a hallway. "Come on, I'll give you the rest of the tour, then you can make yourself comfy," he offered. Should she follow, he would show her the kitchen, explaining briefly where he kept stuff she might want or need. He would show her the spare bedroom, which doubled as his 'den' with another shelf unit full of books and a small desk with a computer set-up on it. A single bed sat unassuming in the corner, as well as a small dresser and night stand next to it with a floral-design lamp sitting on it. Across from that room was the guest bathroom, and then down the hall was the master bedroom with its only bathroom as well.

"Like I said... not much, but it's comfy and affordable. Feel free to make yourself at home," Hamilton offered, "I'll get some food ordered and then maybe if you're up for it, we'll chat a bit." He wouldn't push her tonight, not after the scare she'd been under, and the boxes she'd received. Mainly, he just wanted to try to develop an understanding with her, try to gain her trust at least a little bit. He'd do his best to look past the obvious attraction he felt for her, but he was good at being professional when he needed to be.

[Assistant]
Evangeline was silent as he showed her around the place, impressed by the sliver of lake she saw through the curtains which was like gold. The place had a very comfortable air about it though it was definitely a guy's place. A two bedroom two bath in Chicago wasn't cheap, even in a modest neighborhood, so he must be doing pretty well for himself. Sunny kept a neat place, she couldn't abide clutter and things looking unkempt, so she admired how tidy he kept things though the stereotype of a guy on his own would indicate the place would be a sty. She wondered if he had a maid. When he went off to place the order she set her bag down in the den and took off her boots then came back out to the living room and perched on one end of the couch, pulling her feet up and hugging her knees while she waited for him to get off the phone.

"This is a really nice place... you even have a lake view. That's pretty major," she commented once he was done and rejoined her in the living room. She felt a little awkward but not unsafe and that was telling given what was happening. She managed a little smile at him as she reached up and nervously wrapped a strand of her golden hair around her finger. "You, uh... you don't have to worry about babysitting me or anything, you know. You can't afford to lose any time, I know. You probably need to get those boxes to the police... and stuff."

She chewed on her lip and glanced around the room, looking for anything that might distract her and anchor her troubled thoughts but it was wasted motion. "Listen, I really wasn't being a bitch before when I said I couldn't help you. It's not that I don't want to, I just... I was just a kid, I didn't understand what was going on and I don't know who's doing this. I don't know anything."

To her horror she felt her throat tighten and heard her voice crack as she finished up and she sensed whatever numbness had settled over her since the night before was wearing off and she just might be in the verge of losing her shit. She squeezed her eyes shut and rested her forehead on her knees for a second, willing herself to hold it again. When she looked back up her eyes were bleak. "So, if you want to chat, I'll do my best but your time might be better spent elsewhere."

[User]
Hamilton placed the delivery order within minutes to his favorite Chinese delivery place. He hung up the phone and then moved back to the living room where he found Evangeline sitting on the couch, legs bent and hugged up against her body, arms wrapped around them. She looked almost scared, sitting like that. He wondered what was going through her mind. Surely if she was afraid of him, she would have refused to come with him. Or perhaps she was afraid he would have made her anyway---which was ludicrous of course, but she didn't know him as anything other than some stray guy off the street.

"It's a nice place, sure. No way I could afford this on my own, though" he chuckled at the admission. "I actually helped out the owner in a big way a few years back. Nothing illegal of course, but it did lower the rent here for me... significantly," he smiled. "I ain't one to look the gift-horse in the mouth. Yeah, I know I don't have to worry about babysitting you, Evangeline. I know your type. If you want to leave, all I have to do is turn my head for a second---and you'll be gone. All I can promise is that the place is secure. There's a guard downstairs. The parking garage requires a key. Random people can't walk the hallways or the floors. Hell, even UPS, US Mail, and FedEx aren't allowed inside," he smiled, doing his best to make her feel safe. "The door is triple-locked, and there's a security intercom by it, as well as one in the kitchen. Every door in the place has locks on it. You're safe here, Evangeline---I promise."

"As for the boxes," he said, glancing over at them. "I should either haul them down myself, or have someone come get them. Either way, the cops will want to question you. So your choice is---do you want to go to the station with me later to do it? Or would you rather stay here, and I call someone else to come get them and interview you here? You might know something, miss. So many times in this line of work, I've questioned someone, and something they didn't think mattered, ended up helping. Even saving lives. It's possible. Maybe I won't get anything usable from you, but... don't you agree that I should at least try? You're the only person with any kind of... 'connection'... with the kidnapper. Him sending you boxes is a connection, whether you like it or not, even if it's unwanted."

He saw her clench her eyes shut, and put her forehead on her knees. He could sense she was on edge. He wanted to move over to her, to put an arm around her and reassure her. The lady had nobody. But he could also scare the shit out of her doing that, too. Instead, he decided on a middle-ground approach. He moved over---slowly---and sat next to her---about a foot away. Not crowding her, but making his following words more personal. "Look, Evangeline...," he said, his voice softer. "We're GOING to catch this fucker," he said, plainly. "Your dad was caught, and this guy will be caught. He's sending you little 'love notes', and that represents a certain amount of recklessness. Then you'll be safe again. And if you want to go under witness protection and start a new life---I'll make it happen for you." He paused, then looked over at her. "You're not alone anymore, I promise. Not if you don't wanna be."

[Assistant]
Evangeline felt a pang at his words, part of her resenting the way he sort of assumed she would welcome hat sentiment, but the greater part of her wishing she could believe it. She's heard it before from the lips of foster parents who would later eat their words at the first sign that she would be... difficult, with the caveat that she was too emotionally stunted to be able to form an attachment or some crap like that. He seemed like a nice guy and she was even pretty sure he meant it now but it was hardly an offer that could really be sustained.

"Well, I appreciate the thought, but that's not really anything you can promise," she said softly with a light shrug but her manner was thoughtful not confrontational. "One way or another this case will end... and then what? 'Anymore' is a long time. But I know what you mean to say is that I don't have to be alone during this and that's nice of you to say, only, sometimes it doesn't matter if there's somebody else in the room with you or not. There are a lot of ways to be alone."

As soon as he started talking about the cops her knot of apprehension tightened. It helped at least that he gave her a choice but talking to anyone in this circumstances filled her with dread and the thought of having explain herself to anyone made her queasy.

"I'd rather they came here. I don't want to go out again tonight," she said, as if going to the police station was just a minor inconvenience she wanted to avoid. "Do you want to get your questions in now or wait until after?"

[User]
Her response, as gentle as it may have been, came as bucket of cold water spilling over his head. She obviously didn't trust him---or at least, she didn't trust his word, which stung him for a moment. But he tried to remember her situation, where she had come from, the kind of father she had---and, well, maybe her lack of trust was justified. "I keep my promises," he said in response, as gently as before. "If I can't, or don't plan to---then I simply don't make them. I could feed you and not say anything else, and generally I don't say things I don't really mean---unless it's to a guy holding a gun on me or someone else," he chuckled softly.

"And 'anymore' means just that. Once the case is over, or you decide you're done with it, I'll help you get where you want to be. Here, Indy, Milwaukee... or two thousand miles away---wherever you wanna be. And if you're OK with it, I'll even check in with you, see how you're doing, wherever you are. I'll even give you a cell phone, if you need one," he shrugged. "So, yeah, I can make that promise. And I can deliver," he said, shifting back against the couch, but still turned to face her. "But if you prefer to be alone, I can totally respect that. I went through a time like that in my life, too, so... I can see where you're coming from if that's your choice. I'm just saying---you have a choice."

He nodded as she explained that she'd rather stay here. He could understand that. "I'll have a plain-clothes come and pick up the evidence, and question you here then. I'll arrange it so you have plenty of time to eat first." Hamilton reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, and hit a speed-dial number on it and within seconds, was talking to someone at the local precinct about coming down to interview her. The call only took a few moments, and he hung up. "All set then, they'll be here in about an hour. Food should be here anytime."

[Assistant]
It just made no sense to Evangeline. Not in the slightest. He didn't even know her how could he be talking like his 'anymore' was an open-ended concept? Nobody inconvenienced themselves for any length of time for a stranger, in the short time yes, if they wanted something. So the only things that made sense was that he was lying, trying to get her trust so she'd answer his questions and help him out with the case. She shouldn't say anything at all, she should just let it go and she decided that was what she would do just before she opened her mouth.

"Look, I'm not trying to be rude but in my experience, people aren't so willing to help you out, no strings attached. So I'm thinking, either you're one in a million or I just haven't figured out your deal yet." She was silent for a moment, her stormy blue eyes fixed on him. She remembered how when she'd first seen him walking toward the table she'd had the little fantasy that he was going to hit on her and try to pick her up like a normal guy would do and she would let him take her upstairs to her apartment that was clear of any creepy boxes and..."Hamilton, do you want to fuck me?"

She managed not to wince when the words came out. She was doing it again, that thing her shrink told her was an unhealthy pattern. She was with someone who was decent... safe... so she had to test it, had to push until she found his limit so she could reaffirm her own belief that everyone, essentially, sucks. But it was out now, best to just let him see how screwed up she was now so if he was indeed a nice guy he'd have time to save himself. She hardly even fidgeted as she waited for his answer but was still in her resignation.

[User]
Hamilton shook his head gently. "There's nothing to figure out. Helping folks is... what I do. I was a cop, do you think I did it for the pay?" he snorted with a grin. It was pretty well-known that a policeman's pay wasn't all that great, especially in the lower half of the chain of command. He propped up his head with one arm lying along the back of the couch, studying her. When she popped her question to him, he didn't immediately respond, or even move. Truth was, he was shocked at the sudden change in tone, and the question itself.

Did Hamilton want to fuck her? He was male, virile, and she was gorgeous. Of course he did. But admitting that here---now---would be sure fire way to get her to bolt from the apartment, never to be seen again. Of course, on the other hand, if he denied it, she might then assume he just wasn't interested in her---when he most definitely was. It was a trap-question, and he'd faced countless like them before. The best course would be to not answer the question directly at all. If she then assumed one way or the other, that would be her choice.

"Look, Evangeline," he said, his voice gentle. "I am trying to save this girl. And if I can help you out in the process while also tracking down this missing girl... then it's a win-win. Or, rather, it'd be a win-win-win, I suppose," he chuckled softly. "I have nothing else to gain, from anyone. No ulterior motives. If you think I do---I'd prefer you throw them on the table so I can address them and put your mind at ease."

[Assistant]
"You totally didn't answer my question," Evangeline teased, unable to stop herself from calling him out. For a minute she forgot all about the crap and just felt like she was talking to a hot guy. "It wouldn't be so weird if you did... well, maybe a little weird but if I thought you were some creep like that I wouldn't be here. You know, back at the bar, I thought you were coming up to my table to hit on me. And for a minute, I thought about how great it would be to say yes... for once. How we'd walk out pawing each other, everybody watching, envious... we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other, even on the hallway as I was trying to unlock the door, and how once the door was open we'd sort of spill inside and we wouldn't even make it past the living room floor, and then..."

She sighed, reality settling back over her again and extinguishing the unexpected playfulness she'd exhibited. "And then I remembered this is me and this is my life and stuff like that doesn't happen. No, I get anonymous boxes of body parts and... sorry, self-pity comes with the territory when your sperm donor is a psycho. Anyway, I'm just wasting your time. You have questions for me, ask away, you can get a headstart before the cops get here."

[User]
All Hamilton could do was sit with his mouth hanging open, unblinking, as he listened to her description of what 'could have been'. He almost held his breath, but was finally able to breathe without instruction or reminder. As she told her make-believe tale, he listened, of course, enraptured by her telling of it, the detail of how his make-believe seduction could have went, had he not been a PI, had he not been there on business. Fuck. Sometimes he really hated his job.

Surely she was just teasing him. Maybe she had a thing against cops or PIs. Who knows? Then she broke down the 'reality' to him, in addition to calling him out for not answering her question directly. She was sharp, witty---but had a pretty fatalistic outlook, which was understandable given her circumstances. He couldn't help but wonder how pretty she'd look if she'd just smile.

"No, I didn't directly answer your question," he said, "Because gals like you generally don't give guys like me the time of day, nevertheless go through the sweet fantasy you just described." The living room floor? Yeah, he could totally see that, his only regret from her story was that she didn't indicate who would have been on top. He cleared his throat softly. "And you're not wasting my time. You know how you just said if you thought I was a creep, you wouldn't be here? Well, that also goes for if I thought you were a waste of time," he smirked.

"But if you'd prefer to get down to business, we can do that," Hamilton said. Obviously distracted, he pulled a small spiral notebook from his pocket, as well as a pen, and flipped open to a new, blank page. He began to ask her questions, the general expected kind: If she'd seen anyone out of the ordinary the past week, anything suspicious, anything different about her surroundings, what her typical daily routine was, so on and so forth.

[Assistant]
Hamilton was distracted, Evangeline could see that, but she couldn't really tell if he was attracted to her or if his remark was just a gallant way of brushing her off. He said she hadn't been wasting his time but he would say anything to mollify her and keep her here. She felt a little disappointment that she hadn't gotten more of a rise out of him but she simply put her head down and attacked his questions as best she could.

No, she couldn't really remember anyone hanging out in around her place that seemed odd or strange to her, then again, she lived over a bar and there were always a lot of people around at night and she'd gotten used to tuning them out. She designed websites for a living, freelance, and she worked from home so there was no pattern to her going out except maybe that she went to the same Chinese place a couple of times a week. No, she hadn't had any clients lately that seemed suspicious or raised any alarms. She listed the places she had gone in the past couple of weeks and the list was pitifully short---a movie, a computer store to buy a new mouse, an afternoon at Lincoln Park to take some photos for a project she was working---and painted a picture of a young woman who lived in relative isolation. No, she hadn't met anyone new yet, she didn't really have a circle of friends, just a few regulars at the bar she would sometimes chat with if she went down for a drink. No, she didn't do that often, maybe once a week.

It was the most she'd talked about herself since she stopped going to the shrink and she was relieved when the food got there and interrupted for a short time. Her life was just keeping her head down and existing from day to day and for the most part, she hadn't thought about it but simply let herself get caught up in numbing routine but to have to describe her life to someone else made her realize just how small it had become. She been sacrificing quality of life for safety and the joke was on her as in the end she'd had neither. Though she'd claimed not to be hungry, she began to eat as food was passed around almost as much for the distraction as the sustenance.

"I told you I couldn't be very helpful," she said, almost sullen as she gazed down into her rice. "I'm not sure where he would have been out there. It maybe would be more productive to back track how he found me? There's only a very few people who knew or who had access to court records, right?"


[User]
William sighed and shook his head again, having to fight against Emily as she was kicking her legs about. He turned off the vibrator, noting with great satisfaction that she was starting to get a little bit wet, and walked over to the shelf. He came back with two lengths of silken rope, and moved behind her again. "Well, you have got a lot of fight in you, Emily." William said. He knelt down and then tied her right ankle to the bottom of one of the table's legs. Then he do the same with her left leg. Not only were her legs trapped and unable to kick back at him, but they would stay spread now too. William smiled. He was already enjoying this, and was about to enjoy it a whole lot more.

William turned on the vibrator again, and pressed it against Emily's clit once again, this time turning it onto the maximum setting. He put his other hand on her lower back, pushing down so that she couldn't lift away. "You know you like this, Emily." William said. "I can tell, you're turned on now..." He added.

[Assistant]
Emily was relieved when the vibrator was turned off, though she wasn't stupid. She knew it was only temporary and when he came back with rope she fought him even harder, trying to stop him from tying her to the legs of the table as well, though he did it quickly and hardly even noticed his attempts to stop him. Soon she was completely secured onto the table, unable to move any of her limbs, stuck there and spread for him as she cried hard, her body trembling as the vibrator was pressed against her clit again, this time feeling even more intense as he pressed it hard against her clit, holding her down so that she couldn't even try and lift away from it, holding her there to feel the non-stop pleasure he was causing her, making her cry out and her body to jerk.

No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. Her inexperienced pussy stood no chance against the constant vibrations of the vibrator, making her pussy more and more wet as she shook and trembled, feeling the waves of pleasure. She could only shake her head and deny what he was saying, that she didn't like this, she hated it, she hated everything about what he was doing to her.

[User]
William hummed happily. "Mmm... see Emily? You do like this. Look how wet you're getting." He said, making sure that she could hear how pleased he was with the result of his teasing of her. He kept the vibrator pressed against Emily's clit, obviously not planning on removing it any time soon. "And you're going to learn to love it even more, Emily." William added. "Because starting tomorrow, and every day afterwards, you're going to masturbate with a vibrator for me. I'm going to watch you do it." William said. "And if you don't, well..." He started. William gave her ass a hard spank, wanting to cause enough pain for the feeling to actually be unpleasant. "There will be consequences." He added.

Satisfied, William kept pushing down on her lower back again, keeping the vibrator on her clit. "You're going to orgasm, Emily. One way or another, but I will prove to you that you enjoy this, and it will happen today." William declared.

[Assistant]
Emily's tears and screams persisted, though even with the gag the nature of her screams seemed to start to change, becoming less panicked and occasionally even sounding like a moan, despite how much she hated what he was making her feel. Her body was responding despite how much she didn't want this and it was driving her crazy. She shook her head again, she would never love this, she would never do this for him, though his spank stung and made her feel nervous about what consequences he might be talking about. She just had to stay strong, she couldn't let him scare her into doing what he wanted. He couldn't control her like that, she wouldn't let him.

Of course, he certainly seemed to have control over her now, forcing pleasure on her that she didn't want, making her body tremble for different reasons as her pussy became more and more wet, her legs shaking. If it weren't for the gag he would be hearing her moans and her gasps of pleasure, it made her thankful that it was there even, happy that it let her hide some of her shame, though her dripping pussy seemed to tell it all.

[User]
William laughed a little bit. "Mmm... yes, you and I both know that you are loving this, aren't you, you little slut?" He said. His words weren't harsh, but he spoke as though the question were simply a statement of fact. William started to move the vibrator back and forth over Emily's clit slowly, and took his hand from her back, teasing the lips of her pussy with one finger and then bringing the finger up to his lips to taste her. "You, my dear, are going to be a great deal of fun." He laughed a little more. "Oh, and you said you're a virgin?" He asked. "Magnificent." He said. "That means I get to be the first to have you. I wonder, should I take you right now?" He asked, thinking about it.

He gave it some serious thought, standing up and walking around to the front again, bringing the vibrator with him and setting it down on the table. He stared down at Emily, grabbing another handful of her hair right at the scalp and turning her gaze up with one hand. "I'm going to take the gag off. Then I'm going to ask you if you like this. Answer me honestly. I'll know if you're lying. I'm a psychologist. I'll know." He began. "And, if I'm satisfied with your answer, you can keep your virginity for the night." William continued. "If not... well, I'm sure you know what I'll do." He said. William took the gag off of Emily, but instead of removing it completely, he let it hang loosely around her neck, a reminder that she was his now. "Now tell me. Do you like it when I put this Vibrator against your clit?" He asked, holding it up in front of her face, his other hand still holding her hair.

[Assistant]
All Emily could do was cry and shake her head, his words stinging as he called her a slut. She wasn't a slut. How he said it, as if it was just a statement of fact, hurt more than if he had said it in an accusatory way. But she knew she wasn't, she was a good girl, she had never done anything she wasn't supposed to, she had never been with a boy, she wasn't a a slut. He was just being cruel to her, forcing her to feel pleasure and making her body react this way, causing sensations she had never before experienced and making her body feel warm and strange. She was horrified when he actually tasted the juices that were coming from her pussy, feeling sick to her stomach. This man was a freak, he was disgusting and a monster, he couldn't possibly be the dean of the school.

She started to shake more when he started to talk about her virginity, making it so that she couldn't even feel relieved when he removed the vibrator from her, giving her a moments relief, though part of her body was yearning for it to return. She cringed as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head to look at him through watery eyes. His proposition made her think for a moment, she didn't know what she should do... her body was liking it, but she wasn't, she hated it... but what answer did he want? She didn't want to lose her virginity, if it didn't happen today then maybe she would be biding herself enough time for someone to rescue her.

She felt the gag move out of her mouth, though he didn't take it off, keeping it present as a threat. "I... I like it... my body likes it" she cried, sounding as if saying it was the worst thing in the world, but he couldn't, he just couldn't take her virginity. She tried to look away from the vibrator, glistening with her wetness, as he held it up to her face, though his hand in her hair kept her in place, forcing her to look at it.

[User]
William nodded. "That's right. You're body likes it. You might think that's bad, but it's not Emily. It's healthy." He said. William removed his own pants then, tossing them across the room, his hard cock springing to life once they were free from his pants. "Now we're going to see how you like the taste of cock, Emily." He said, pushing her head closer to him. "You're going to take my cock in your mouth and suck it, lick it, and worship it." He explained. He smiled at her then. "Now, I realize that the thought might occur to you to bite me." He said. "But ask yourself this. How long do you think you will live here, strapped to that table, with no water, if I bleed out?" He asked. "And if you don't bite harder enough to draw blood, just imagine what I will do to you as punishment." He added.

Shaking his head, William continued. "No, your best option is to do as I've asked. And if I decide to allow you to taste my orgasm, you swallow. Understand? You swallow all of it." He said. With that, will brought himself forward, and while still holding Emily's hair, he stopped pulling. "Now, get started. You'll be practicing this a lot." He said.

[Assistant]
Emily cried, ashamed at having to say something so terribly, not listening to him as he said that it wasn't bad, that it was healthy. It didn't matter to her, she didn't want to feel that way, she didn't want him to force it on her. Emily started to tremble more when she saw him remove his pants, tossing them off, his hard cock visible to her. He had said he wouldn't take her virginity and she was starting to wonder if he had lied to her, though he quickly explained what he was doing, not that it was much of a relief. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of that being anywhere near her mouth and the thought of biting it did cross her head, though she paled at what he said about the consequences. It couldn't end well for her and she knew that she didn't have a choice.

Emily shook, tears still streaming down her face as he held her head there, his grip loosening after he explained to her what she had to do if he finished in her mouth, ordering her to swallow it. She felt like she was going to be sick. Emily knew that she had to do it and so, despite how much she didn't want to, she moved her head forward and her tongue touched his cock, licking it to start, looking like she wanted to puke already as he tongue touched it. She hadn't ever touched a cock before, or seen one for that matter, and now she was licking one.

[User]
William just smiled and watched as Emily processed everything that he had said, and the new order that he had given her. He saw that she was clearly having a hard time doing it. "Relax, Emily." He said to her. "Unless I do orgasm in your mouth, it's not going to taste like anything you're never tasted before." He said. "It will be like licking your fingers after a meal. I assure you, I'm very hygenic." He added. William wasn't really trying to comfort Emily, so much as he was trying to get her to get on with it. Still, he didn't want her throwing up, especially not throwing up on him. That, and, he didn't need to have her begging to suck his cock by the end of the day. He had the entire school year to work Emily towards that point. The start was just to get her over what seemed to be a reflex to vomit.

He hummed a little bit when Emily licked his cock, watching her. "That's right. It's good to start slow." He said, his voice almost encouraging. He could be gentle with her, as long as she did what he told her. "No man likes it when you try and hurry. We like to enjoy what your doing for a while." William said. He smiled again. "The first time a girl sucked my cock, I was in high school. My girlfriend was in a rush, apparently. She started off fast and never slowed down." He said. "I wont lie, it felt good. But my climax was... so unsatisfying." He said. William watched Emily for a moment longer. "You don't want to leave me unsatisfied, Emily. Because then I'll just make you do it again." He explained.

[Assistant]
Emily wanted to puke, it was disgusting. Even if he didn't taste bad she didn't like the idea itself that she as licking a mans penis, but she made herself do it. She looked up at him as he told her to start slow, sharing his little anecdote about his first time. The girl had the right idea in her opinion, do it fast and get it over with, though his warning kept her moving slowly. It would be better to do it right the first time and not have to do it again, though she didn't trust that he would leave her alone even if she did the best job possible.

She had no idea what she was doing, which was obvious. She licked his cock like she would a lollipop, afraid to actually take it into her mouth and suck it like she knew she was supposed to. It was bad enough licking it, and she was avoiding going anywhere near the tip, it looked particularly disgusting to her and she didn't want her tongue getting even close to touching it. Emily was trying, but she wasn't pushing herself, wanting to get by with doing as little as possible. Of course, he would no doubt see through that and push her to do more, but she just couldn't get herself to do it, partially because she was afraid of doing it wrong, nervous that she wouldn't do it right and then he would be mad at her and punish her by taking her virginity or something.


[User]
It may have been a ridiculous thing to worry about after what they'd done, but Ollie was used to things being done a certain way, and Jaxton seemed to take everything normal and promptly toss it out the window. The boy brushed deeply as he felt the hand rest tightly upon his upper thigh, his breath catching audibly in his throat with a slight shuffle at the other student's words. "I-I know, but still... sh-shouldn't we...?" His question was never allowed to finish before he gasped as his thighs were suddenly pulled apart to reveal his smooth cock.

"Jaxton...!" He whimpered and closed his eyes, shaking his head at the somehow lustful growl that echoed from between his friend's lips and the close gaze upon his body that made him squirm. "Y-You shouldn't say things like that..." Ollie muttered, lowering his gasped in a clearly embarrassed fashion as Jaxton then rose to stand and he closed his legs once again.

"Mm... I t-tend to move a lot when I sleep..." He said softly, taking the older boys hand and rising to his feet, unable to help a soft giggle at the wide mike upon the other's face. "S-Sure... I'd keep you warm..."

[Assistant]
As Ollie began to cutely deny his advances again, Jaxton couldn't help but smile and become even more advancing. Ollie was just too tempting to pass up. The boy was perfect in every way and it left Jaxton wanting more.

So, when he took Ollie by the hand, he wasted no time in escorting the boy back to his room. They passed down a short hall, where at the end of it, two doors faced one another---one from the left and one from the right. Jaxton pulled Ollie into the room on the right, but from the bedroom, Ollie could see the other room was the apartment's bathroom. Though, Jaxton did move to shut the bedroom door after Ollie was inside.

Jaxton's room, while it wasn't huge in size, was furnished much like the front room. A mixture of modern and older things made it feel homey. Jaxton sighed, tugging on Ollie's arm until he got the boy at the edge of the bed. Carefully, he pushed on Ollie's chest and urged the boy back onto the bed. "God, damn." He said, as he towered over Ollie, watching him. The way the moonlight glistened on his flesh made Jaxton crazy. "You're so... sexy." He breathed the compliment, leaning down to pepper hot kisses along Ollie's exposed collar bone and neck.

[User]
The boy followed obediently as he was guided along the short corridor, glancing briefly to the side at the bathroom they passed before the door to the bedroom was shut behind him to block out the view beyond it. "Mm... you have a nice room..." He complimented softly, a small smile upon his features before he found himself turned and moved slowly backward towards the bed, blinking quickly. "Jaxton...?" Ollie tilted his head slightly, pausing as his knees hit the side of the bed.

He thought they would stop there hut the taller boy only continued to eventually push him down into a seated position, and then to lay back fully upon the bedsheets. The boy blushed deeply as his legs had to part somewhat thanks to Jaxton's standing between them and he coughed quietly, wriggling further back to try and create some space between them before his friend leaned down over him---physically dominating by the difference in size.

"I-I'm... Jaxton...!" Ollie gasped sharply as lips descended upon his throat and collar, writhing slightly and resting his hands gently upon the older boy's shoulders as he stopped trying to move away. "I-I thought we... were g-going to bed...?"

[Assistant]
Jaxton, while intoxicated, wasn't stupid. He could see and feel the way that Ollie tried to crawl from him and he didn't appreciate it. Did Ollie not like him like he had lead the older student on? Those thoughts did not stop him from advancing towards Ollie, keeping his lips around the boy's throat and kissing along his collarbone.

When Ollie spoke, his soft lips near Jaxton's ear, the older boy lifted his head slightly and licked his lips. A moment of thought passed over his features and then Jaxton chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest and echoing against Ollie's ear. "...we did, didn't we? We went to bed." He said, in an almost mocking tone, as he allowed his teeth to dig playfully into the skin above Ollie's collarbone. He pressed, pinching and sucking on the flesh, before popping his mouth off lewdly. The bite was sure to leave a mark.

"Don't tell me you're do-done playing, Ollie?" The words sauntered out of his mouth as he allowed his knee to press Ollie's legs further apart, as well as to brush along Ollie's exposed groin. As Jaxton lifted his head, his eyes were mostly blocked by the dark strands of chocolate colored hair, his emerald eyes glinting slightly through the strands. Jaxton's lips peeled back into an awkward grin, but his expression was not as playful as it was dark and foreboding.

[User]
Ollie's breath echoed quickly across his lips as a sense of panic began to curl within his stomach. It had been a while since the alcohol had been drank, the climax he'd felt in the living room having helped to clear his head somewhat. What was he doing? He wasn't the type to do such things with people he barely knew. He whimpered and lifted his hands to push against Jaxton's shoulders a little more firmly, shaking his head against the lips that ran hungrily over his throat. "T-To sleep... bed to sleep..." He murmured, swallowing thickly at the mocking tone.

Jaxton had no intentions of sleeping, that much was obvious and the boy cried out softly as teeth dug viciously into the skin above his collarbone, twisting and writhing in an effort to break the dominating bite. It was no good however, and Ollie whined softly once his skin was released, feeling the sting of the bite there.

"I... I d-don't want to do this... Jaxton..." Ollie said quietly, his eyes pleading as he looked up into the other boys obscured face, trying desperately to stop things before they went too far. He gasped as he felt his legs forced wide apart, exposing his body completely and his hands dropped to cover himself, a dark blush staining his cheeks. "Please..." Jaxton's eyes were different however. They weren't rhetoric kind, charming eyes that drew him in...

They were dark, dangerous and Ollie whimpered in fear, closing his own eyes tightly. "Please stop..."

[Assistant]
Then. Jaxton just stopped. There was a moment where Jaxton continued to pant and grin overtop Ollie, but that moment faded into a scene of Jaxton, the smile fading, and his eyes wide. Emotionless. Slowly, Jaxton moved his hands near Ollie's head in order to stabilize himself. He looked down at the sweet little boy, still donning his little rimmed glasses. Those eyes looked up at him and pulled at his heart and made him stumble. What the fuck?

"..." Jaxton sighed and reached his hand upwards, very gently allowing the back of his hand to brush along the soft skin of Ollie's cheek. "Ollie." He whispered. He repeated it, multiple times, as he leaned downwards and let his lips press against the sore and bruised area where he had bitten. As softly as possible, he kissed at the forming bruise.

"I do-don't want to force you." He said, almost sounding disappointed but at the same time, monotone. "If you don't want me like that, I... I... I understand." Jaxton spoke, even over Ollie if he tried to protest. "I'm sorry---really. I just. I like you so much an-and I..." He tripped on his words, suddenly pulling off Ollie and flopping to lay beside him on the bed. He was still hard, but he did not move to pleasure himself or to touch Ollie inappropriately. Instead, he curled his hands near his face and seemed especially sincere when he whispered: "I didn't know how to deal with, with wanting you so badly." Jaxton's green eyes lifted, much softer and brighter than they had been.

Jaxton was a whirl of emotions, but what came from him seemed honest and completely contrite. Jaxton did like Ollie. But the real question was in what way.

[User]
The sudden turn-around in Jaxton's intent was startling to say the least. Ollie blinked quickly and remained tense as the other boy leaned over him, supporting himself effortlessly before the hand brushed delicately over a pale cheek. He squirmed slightly in the bedsheets and closed his eyes with a faint whimper as lips descended to kiss over the bite mark as if to heal the damage that had been done, and he looked anxious at the repetition of his name. What had happened so suddenly? Ollie was glad that the older boy had stopped pushing him, but it was very strange... a little frightening maybe.

"Jaxton...?" He murmured quietly, cheeks flushing faintly as it was said again how badly he was wanted and a strange sense of guilt welled up inside him, the sensation that perhaps he should have simply given in to avoid making Jaxton feel so very terrible. Ollie slowly eased himself up to sit on the bed as the pressure above him was lifted, watching as Jaxton gripped his forehead tightly and spoke with such regret, such honesty in his voice. He couldn't hold it against him. He just couldn't.

"I-It's okay..." He smiled weakly, shuffling forward to gently pat Jaxton's shoulder. "I'm okay... and it's all okay..." He took a deep breath and reached for the cover, pulling it over his lower half to hide his modesty as he continued. "M-Maybe we could... take it a little slower? I-I mean... I like you too..." He blushed. "But... maybe we could just... hang out more first...?"

[Assistant]
As Jaxton lay there, he watched Ollie carefully. The young boy's response to his own response was intriguing. Was Ollie really going to let him go that easily? He figured that his partner would have been extremely upset with him and maybe even offer to leave. This odd, but welcomed, turn of events made Jaxton tremble in excitement, a soft smile parting his lips as Ollie told him that it was OK.

"Y-yeah. Yeah." He confirmed about their future, to hang out more. That sounded nice.

Jaxton cleared his throat and reached out from under him to gently caress down the side of Ollie's arm. "Come," he said, coaxing. "Lay down with me." Jaxton's eyes hardened slightly, as he sat up to lie on his side. He then worked his nude self under the comforters as Ollie had. "Lay by me," He said. His voice wasn't demanding, more questioning, as he relaxed against a pillow and watched with expecting eyes at Ollie.

[User]
Ollie wasn't the type to hold anything against anyone. He was naturally a kind boy, too kind for his own good in far too many cases and he smiled somewhat nervously down at Jaxton as the older student seemed happy with his idea. "S-So it's all okay... you don't need to worry." He reaffirmed quietly, blinking slowly as his friend demanded that he rest beside him, those eyes hardening in a way that seemed to give little room for refusal.

"Okay... Jaxton..." He mumbled, frowning as he was asked again to lay under the covers with the other boy, the tone suddenly less demanding and more polite; a hope rather than a command. Ollie wasn't sure what was the matter with Jaxton, but he hoped that things would be better in the morning as he shifted his weight back to lay his head on the pillows, shuffling sideways so that he was just beside the other boy.

Their bodies didn't quite touch, but they were certainly close as Ollie rolled onto his side, facing away from the other boy and closing his eyes, trying not to remain tense. "Maybe we should... sleep? Things will be better in the morning..."

[Assistant]
As absolutely hard it was for Jaxton to keep his hands to himself, he wanted to---for some reason---prove to Ollie that he could give the boy his personal space. He knew that Ollie wasn't thrilled with the idea of lying, naked, next to a man he'd barely just got to know, but Jaxton was pressed. He wanted to see the dim blue of the moonlight wash over Ollie's shoulders as he lied next to him in bed. To lie awake and watch him gently breathe as he slept. Absently, Jaxton wondered if Ollie snored.

So, when Ollie leaned down into the sheets and was careful not to allow their bodies to touch, Jaxton respected that. He even nodded, gently whispering a, "Mhm," to Ollie's comment.

Throughout the night, Jaxton didn't sleep much. Every now and then he'd fall into a quiet spell, before waking up with a jerk to look at Ollie, making sure the boy was still there. Eventually, though, exhaustion overtook Jaxton and he fell into unconsciousness, breathing heavily when he did. Also, in that mindless state, Jaxton reached out with a hand and laid it carefully on Ollie's side, touching him but not pulling on him or pressing too hard. It was a gentle and reassuring touch that was not threatening nor commanding.

Even in the morning light, as it began to flood the room in a golden glow, Jaxton's green eyes peeked, bursting open when he realized he was touching Ollie. As much as he didn't want to, his jerked his hand away and recoiled it to his chest. A frown painted along his lips, but Jaxton closed his eyes, hoping he hadn't woken Ollie, and tried to cling onto the last few winks of sleep he had in him, before the boy would awake.

[User]
Much like Jaxton, Ollie had found it difficult to sleep. He shuffled and shifted his position a great deal, always being weary of the other boy going back on their agreement and moving to take him again. But it never seemed to happen and so he couldn't help but steadily slip into a light slumber that developed into a pleasant rest. The hand resting on his side went completely unnoticed and Ollie barely stirred once sleep had finally claimed him. It was too warm, too comfortable...

As the rays of sun began to filter into the room, he groaned softly and rolled unconsciously to the other side, face the now-awake Jaxton with his sleeping face. Lips were parted with shallow breaths, long eyelashes fluttering over his eyelids before he finally stirred and opened them slightly, looking across at the other boy. "Mm... good morning..." He mumbled, still half-asleep before he blinked again and seemed to realize where he was once again; gasping quietly and sitting up sharply.

"I... um... did you... sleep well?" He asked vaguely, looking around in search of his clothes before suddenly he felt as though a truck had ran over his head, groaning weakly and falling back to the bed. "Nngh... m-my head hurts... I don't remember... what happened last night...?"

[Assistant]
Morning had already fallen on the bedroom when he noticed Ollie beginning to stir. Since he had been awake for some time before that, only 'resting his eyes' in the meantime, as Ollie gently shifted, Jaxton was ready to open his eyes. He watched as Ollie, an angel in the sheets, turned about and fluttered his eyelashes. The boy was just so beautiful and delectable. Jaxton wanted that boy all to himself. He'd be damn near sick to see Ollie on another boy's arm. However, he realized that if he wanted to keep Ollie, he needed to rein in his obsessive and possessive behavior. It was going to be really hard.

When Ollie's sweet voice echoed across the bed and into Jaxton's ears, it prompted a warm smile. "Mornin', Ollie." He said in the gentlest way possible. He was content to lay there, watching Ollie wake up. Though, when Ollie sprang up, Jaxton immediately frowned. He didn't want Ollie to leave just yet! He almost contemplated reaching out and taking Ollie's arm. Before he could do that, the younger boy groaned with hangover and laid back down into the bed. Jaxton grinned. The alcoholic concoction he'd made up last night seemed to be helping him in more ways than one. Jaxton did reach out, though, timidly caressing Ollie's bare shoulder. "You came over for a bit. We had a few drinks. I wasn't fit to drive you home and... I didn't want you walking alone. So, you stayed here. That's all, Ollie."

He said, giving the boy the absolute bare bones of the story in hopes Ollie would take that and be done with the conversation about the night before. "It's OK. I can make you breakfast. Food and sleep is the only thing that's going to cure that." Jaxton said, before he allowed his fingers to gently caress over Ollie's soft hair.

[User]
It was rather lucky for Jaxton that the other boy remembered nothing of the night before and he looked through half-lidded eyes with a deep frown as last night was explained to him. It seemed plausible and there was no reason for Ollie to disbelieve anything his friend said. He nodded and placed his hand across his eyes with a faint whimper. "Thanks... for looking after me. I'm sorry to have gotten so drunk..." The bought groaned and turned on his side facing Jaxton, burying his head in the pillow. "I don't think I'll ever drink again..."

It struck him then that he was completely asked and he blushed darkly, tugging the covers back over himself. The question as to why echoed in his mind, but considering how drunk he had apparently been, he decided he'd rather not know; probably he stripped or something equally as embarrassing. He groaned quietly and leaned into the gentle caress of his shoulder before dating to peek out from the soft confines of the pillow. "Mm... breakfast? That would be nice..."

He smiled softly. "Sorry to be... such a pain..."

[Assistant]
As Ollie turned so cutely onto his side, slightly opening and exposing himself to Jaxton, he knew that his lie had worked. Ollie was putty in his hands and he could have told the boy absolutely anything and the sweet kid would have agreed. This caused a faint grin to come across his face and Jaxton continued to caress Ollie's shoulder with affection, "Oh, don't kid yourself, Ollie," he laughed, as the boy scolded himself and damned the spirits, "You're in college."

It was about that time that he noticed Ollie's cheeks darkening and the boy receded with the same innocent naivety he'd had the night before, hiding in the sheets. When the younger boy peeked out from his confines, Jaxton's smile widened. Ollie was just too irresistible and he began to regret not taking advantage of the boy the night before.

"You're not being a pain." He said, surely, now allowing his fingers to comb through Ollie's messy hair. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to." At that moment, everything went still. He watched with emerald eyes as Ollie's sweet smile appeared on his face and the incur able urge to jump on top of the boy overwhelmed him. He wanted to, again, feel those soft lips on his.

Jaxton's smile faded with the thought and his bottom lip trembled, respectively. Without saying a word, Jaxton began to pull himself up from the bed. "Stay here," he cooed, leaving Ollie to his devices. When Jaxton got up, he too was stark naked. He had no shame, clambering from the bed and moving to pull on a pair of clean boxers, from a drawer in a far dresser. Once on, he snuck from the room.

Jaxton left the door cracked so that Ollie could hear him cooking. Within about fifteen to twenty minutes, the house was smelling of breakfast food. Then, by thirty minutes, Jaxton was entering the bedroom with a plate, already made. "Ollie," he called, before presenting it to the boy. The plate was neatly sectioned into scrambled eggs, toast and strips of bacon. Jaxton looked down with a faint grin. "I went out shopping the other night." He laughed in spite of the situation

[User]
Whatever Jaxton said to try and reassure the boy, Ollie would always feel a little strange at staying at another's home overnight, especially after only knowing them a mere day. Still, nothing terrible had happened save for the hangover that was his own fault for not knowing his limits. He could trust the other student he was sure and blushed faintly with a soft smile as it was insisted that he wasn't being a pain. "But I..." His words faltered as fingers brushed through his hair, eyes widening at the seemingly intimate touch before Jaxton moved away with the added assurance.

"W-Well... tell me if I ever am... a pain." He mumbled quietly, feeling somewhat peculiar after the hand stroking his hair. It seemed too much for a merely friendly action, but Ollie knew better then to jump to silly conclusions. He was hardly good boyfriend material with his awkwardness and foolish fear of people. No. He was being silly as he scolded himself, lowering his gaze to the bed.

"Thanks..." Came the soft whisper as the other boy rose from the bed. Ollie briefly glanced up before his breath caught at the sight of Jaxton naked, swiftly averting his eyes and placing a hand over his mouth to stifle the small gasp of surprise.

Soon enough he was left alone, the sounds of cooking coming through the hallway and he took the time to slid out of bed and search for his clothed around the room. They were nowhere to be seen and he frowned slightly,a anxious expression coming to him. Gods what had he done to them? He decided to sit on the bed and wrap the sheet around his hips, leaving his skim upper body on display as Jaxton returned with the breakfast.

"Mm... it looks wonderful." Ollie smiled and began to eat, nibbling small amounts of everything with a happy sigh. "You're a really good cook... thank you for this..." He paused and looked towards his friend. "I'm sorry for... getting so drunk..."


[User]
Craig was absolutely charmed every time Thresh smiled at him. Already, he really, really liked his new friend and was enjoying his company far more than he'd enjoyed anyone's in a long while.

He nearly fell out of his chair when he was issued a real, live dinner invitation. He looked down, seeing that he certainly wasn't dressed to go anywhere really, but Thresh just looked so hopeful, he couldn't say no. He actually wished the man would ask him to bed... which isn't something he'd ever thought before about anyone. Before, it was only if they could pay, but this... this he wanted.

"I..." He did a mental calculation of how much money he'd made that week, that day included, and then shrugged. "Sure. Let me clean up first. I've got a change of clothes that I just watched yesterday. Somewhere not very expensive though? I've only got about thirty dollars."

[Assistant]
Thresh smiled brightly as Craig agreed, feeling a flutter in his chest that was foreign, but not entirely unpleasant. It felt quite good, in fact. The smile faltered somewhat, however, as Craig spoke of paying. "You don't have to pay... you could consider it a gift?" He looked hopeful, but he obviously wasn't going to push the matter. If it was a matter of pride, he didn't fully understand, but he had seen it enough to accept it.

He decided, instead, to focus on something else. They both needed to bathe, though Craig much more so than himself. "The bathroom is this way." His wide, innocently happy smiled returned, as he stood, heading out of the room. The bathroom was large, with a big tub set into the floor, more than enough room to fit three or four people quite comfortably, so long as one didn't mind a little contact. Thresh moved over to the bath, turning on the taps. He wondered if Craig would mind sharing, he was quite anxious to get to dinner, after all. But the thought of Craig, undressed, in there, with him, had a completely unexpected result.

He flushed deeply, freezing in place, feeling the warmth creep through his abdomen. He had gotten erections before, but never around another person. Even worse, just thinking about Craig seemed to be aggravating his problem. He gave a light, choked noise before uncomfortably clearing his throat. "Y-you can make it as warm as you like." He then straightened, attempting to keep his back to the other as he scurried out of the room. He slipped into his bedroom, closing the door behind himself. He collapsed against it and glared down at his pants, though more bewildered than anything by the sight of the tent in the fabric. It had never been this strong before, and he didn't know if it would be gone by the time Craig was finished.

[User]
Craig couldn't help it... he wanted Thresh. He couldn't be sure if the feeling was mutual though, so he stood silently while Thresh turned on the water, then abruptly fled from the room. He hesitated, thinking he should go after his new friend, but unsure if he'd be welcome or not.

Maybe Thresh wanted him, but wanted him to take a bath first? He bathed in the river every morning, but Thresh was obviously used to warm tubs and real showers and real bathrooms. He couldn't believe he was even thinking about this. He didn't sleep around anymore. But this wasn't for money. That was in the past. Just then... he simply wanted the other man. Wanted him badly.

Before he could second guess himself, he took off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans as he crossed the room to where Thresh had disappeared to. He knocked on the door, took a deep breath and called out to his new friend.

"You could join me in the tub if you wanted to," he said somewhat shyly. When the words were out, he bit hit bottom lip and waited.

[Assistant]
Thresh didn't know what to do, it wasn't going away, and now Craig was at the door. He gave a soft noise that was close to anguish, Craig's words, and the images they brought to mind, were making his crotch ache. "I-It's OK, I d-don't need a bath..." He couldn't keep the panic out of his voice, nor did he realize that declining might upset Craig. He stared down at his crotch with wide, rather fearful eyes. He wondered if touching it might help, not quite understanding where the idea came from. Usually just leaving it along got rid of it. But it seemed to refuse to go away this time, so he had to do something. Besides, it seemed to want to be touched.

With a deep breath, he reached down and rubbed at it. What happened was not what he expected. Pleasure exploded through him, and he gave a loud yelp of surprise. He lost his footing, tumbling down and landing awkwardly on his butt. The light pain from the fall was ignored, however, as he became distinctly aware of a warm, sticky and wet sensation between his legs. Oh god, had he wet himself?

He whimpered softly, momentarily forgetting in his embarrassment that Craig was standing outside his unlocked door. He curled up into a fetal position, his only comfort in that his first 'problem' seemed to have disappeared.

[User]
Craig was stung a little by Thresh's not wanting to share a bath, but he simply figured he'd misread the signals. It figures, he thought to himself, that the one man he wanted, didn't want him back when usually it was the other way around---he rarely wanted the men who had used him in the past. But Thresh wasn't using him... was he? Thresh seemed to just..

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise, then the sound of something falling. Without worrying about the other man's privacy, Craig quickly turned, opened the door and saw his new friend in the floor, curled up into himself. Craig fell to his knees by the other man and brushed his hair back from his temple.

"Thresh? Are you okay? Are you hurt... I... what happened?" He couldn't see Thresh's pants or that they were anything but pristine, so he had no idea what had just gone on in the few minutes since Thresh had fled from the other room so quickly.

[Assistant]
Thresh gave a soft whimper as Craig came through the door, shrinking back from him a little, not wanting him to see the embarrassment. He gave another noise as Craig touched him, fingers brushing gently across his skin. It awoke new fire in his loins, and he couldn't help but give a low moan, confused and scared of his arousal. His cheeks were deep red, and he couldn't bring himself to look the other man in the eyes. The concern in Craig's voice made him let out a tiny sob, and once that was out, he couldn't stop the rest.

"I don't know!" He shook his head, as if trying to deny the entire situation. Tears stung threateningly at his eyes. "It won't go away. I... I m-messed myself and it still won't go away!" His erection had returned pretty much the instant Craig got close, and was already threatening to burst once again. He was very close to losing what little composure he had left, struggling to hold the panic and embarrassed tears at bay.

"I j-just want it to go away." He began to rock lightly, his body moving slowly back and forth. The man was on the verge of a mental breakdown, incapable of thinking clearly. If the situation had ever been explained to him, he would have been fine. Perhaps he would be in the tub with Craig at that very moment. But no one had ever explained it; no one had ever even inspired these feelings before. "P-please make it go away."

[User]
It took Craig a few seconds to piece everything together, simply because it seemed unfathomable to him that a man with so much intelligence and compassion and class didn't understand that he'd just orgasmed.

He took a deep breath, relaxing now that he knew Thresh was all right, then gathered the man up in his arms. He wanted Thresh, oh yes, but he wanted to offer him comfort as well as relief and piece of mind. As such, he settled the other man in his arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. How could a man so worldy be so innocent at the same time? How had this never been explained to him.

"Thresh, just relax and trust me," he said softly. "There's nothing wrong. Just unbutton your pants for me, and I'll take care of the rest. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is all natural and it happens to everyone."

[Assistant]
Thresh whimpered gently as he was pulled into Craig's lap. His loins were aching once more, and he started to shake his head even more, beginning to squirm. But he didn't try to get away, even though being so close to Craig brought forth confusing emotions. He trusted the man, and it seemed he was willing to help him. It seemed the man knew what was happening, which was relief beyond words. Hopefully it meant there wasn't something wrong with him.

He didn't want to show Craig the embarrassment between his legs, and for a moment it looked as if he might try to run off. But eventually, he decided to trust him fully. Awkwardly he opened his legs, undoing his pants with shaking hands. His fingers brushed against his length, causing him to give out another whimper. It felt good, which only confused him further. He gave a light shudder, burying his face in Craig's chest as he pulled his pants away. He couldn't look, and so didn't see that the warm, sticky fluid wasn't urine. Though as he'd obviously never seen cum before, that was probably a good thing with his already shaken psyche.

[User]
As little as Craig had, at least he'd had friends to show him all he needed to know about sex. He wondered what Thresh's family was like and how he'd never managed to learn the basics from anyone, but at the same time, Craig was, in some odd way, happy to be the one to show him. As he stole a look at Thresh's sticky but still thick cock, he knew that as innocent as his new friend seemed, he was obviously all man.

His fingers brushed gently through Thresh's hair for a few moments, just letting him breathe. "OK, now this should feel really good," he said softly. "Just relax and go with it. Move if you want to. Make noise if you need to..." As he reached for Thresh's arousal, Craig had to shift a little, his own erection making itself known in response to what he was about to to.

Slowly, his fingers closed around Thresh's cock; the other arm still holding him close. He began to stroke the hard flesh, then tiled his head to press a kiss to Thresh's temple. "Don't be embarrassed, Thresh. Just do what feels natural..."

[Assistant]
Thresh was glad for the pause, taking the moment to take a few shaky breaths and attempting to ready himself for what was to come. Nothing he'd experienced, however, prepared him. Even the orgasm not moments before didn't fully compare. Craig was touching him, and though it was strange and frightening, it was still incredibly pleasurable. He gasped and moaned, his hips bucking instinctively into the grip. "Nnnh..."

Only his earlier orgasm kept him from cumming the moment Craig touched him, but even that couldn't keep him going for long. He shifted awkwardly as he felt it coming, giving a few light, incoherent noises as his length spurted yet another load of cum. Slowly, he managed to get himself to look, eyes widening at the sight of it.

"It... it's not gone yet...." His voice held a mixture of emotions, confusion at the forefront. He wasn't even sure he wanted it to be gone any more. Craig was right, it felt good, and he was craving more already. His eyes shifted away from the sight, catching instead on something else. There was a distinct tent in Craig's pants, and the sight of it made his own length twitch. An idea occurred to him, making him blush even more than he already was, once more burying his face in Craig's chest. Surely it would feel as good for Craig as it did for him? And he should be repaying the favor, shouldn't he? Craig was so kind, Thresh liked him a lot; he wanted to make the man feel as good as he did himself.

Tentatively, his hand slipped down the other man's chest, coming to rest on the tent in the fabric. He took a deep breath, squirming slightly before starting to rub. His hands were inexperienced, but at least he knew enough to be gentle about it.

[User]
Craig's breath hissed through his teeth and his put his hand over Thresh's. "Wait," he breathed, hand shaking. "I don't have any other clean pants."

Still holding Thresh against him with one arm, he unfastened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down. He toed off his shoes and took his pants and underwear completely off, then started offered his hand to Thresh. "Come with me. We can both... finish somewhere more comfortable than the floor."

He almost felt like he was taking advantage but then again, Thresh was a grown man... just one that happened to be naive about sex. Thankfully, that was something Craig could educate him in.

[Assistant]
Thresh jumped a little at the hiss, and would have withdrawn his hand if not for Craig's own holding it. He gave a slight noise of relief when Craig explained the situation, having been worried that he might have done something wrong. He watched with wide, curious eyes as the other man began to remove his clothing. He found himself reassured beyond words to see that Craig had the same 'problem,' and was beginning to wonder if it was really a problem at all. Nothing had felt this good in his life.

Slowly, he allowed himself to be helped to his feet. He gave a small nod, trusting Craig's judgment. It would be nice to get off the hard floor. He hesitated for a moment before moving over to the bed. He didn't really want to get this sticky stuff all over it, but he imagined they'd end up cleaning it off whatever they did this on anyway, and at least the bed sheets were easy to wash. Not to mention it was about the softest surface he could imagine for this purpose.

He sat down on the bed, looking at Craig with tentative, but hopeful eyes. He wanted to know more about this, do more with it. He had aching desires, though he didn't fully understand them. But he was sure that Craig did, and he would show him. He shifted slightly, biting his lip before speaking. "Thank you for this..."

[User]
Craig laid down beside Thresh and couldn't help but smile at just how sweet and innocent he was. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "I'm glad I can help. I... honestly. I'm really glad I can help. You're one of the only men in the world who hasn't tried to take advantage of me, so I'm happy to share this with you."

"Now... it'll be easier if you get undressed for me. And... um... have you ever kissed anyone, Thresh? Male or female?"

[Assistant]
Thresh stared at Craig, his eyes still wide and innocent, but ultimately trusting. He squirmed a little at the question, taking a moment before answering. "I've kissed my mother..." He had a feeling this was different, though, even if he didn't understand how. Certainly the kisses he had shared with his mother had had nothing to do with this. This was something completely different, pleasurable in a far different, more intense way.

Suddenly, his curiosity urged him to move, and he found his lips pressed against Craig's. That same passion ran throughout his body, most notably in his lower regions, and he gave a soft noise of surprise. That definitely wasn't like a loving kiss from his mother. He flushed deeply, pulling away tentatively. All of this was far too confusing, he still wasn't entirely sure what was going on.

But he still wanted more, and he awkwardly began to remove the rest of his clothing. Thresh looked after himself, getting regular exercise and eating right, and it showed in his body. He was slender, but well-toned, most definitely an attractive man. "Is this better...?"

[User]
Craig swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. The kiss left his lips tingling and his erection harder than ever. "Much better," he managed roughly.

He quickly removed his own clothes, then slipped one arm under Thresh's head to use as a pillow. "Thresh, I... want this so much, but... are you sure? Your first time doing any of this---the touching, the kissing... everything else, ...should be with someone special, someone you care about. I'm just a nobody from the streets."

He reached up and touched the other man's face gently. "I don't want you to regret sharing this with me."

[Assistant]
Thresh frowned lightly as Craig spoke, and he shook his head in denial to his words. "You aren't a nobody, Craig..." His voice was sincere; he obviously meant every word he spoke. "You're the only friend I have... of course I want to do this with you." He gave a light moan, leaning in to kiss him again. The temptation was far too strong to resist.

"I won't regret it, I promise." He could tell that this was, indeed, something special, but he couldn't bear the idea of waiting for someone else. There wasn't anyone else for this, and though they hadn't known each other long, Craig held a secure place in his heart. "I really like you, Craig." He smiled brightly, that same innocence still in his eyes. There was affection and want there, as well, deep inside him and obvious in his stare.

[User]
Craig closed his eyes as they kissed again and let his fingers thread through Thresh's hair. He moaned softly as well, and gave in to temptation, to what they both wanted. The need was clear in the other man's eyes, and Craig could very well see that Thresh was being honest when he said he didn't think Craig was a nobody.

"All right then," he murmured, hand drifting further between Thresh's legs to gently cup his balls and knead them carefully, making them even fuller.

"You just tell me when you start to feel like you can't hold back." He didn't want this to be over too soon; he wanted Thresh to enjoy everything. Urging Thresh to lay down on his back, Craig concentrated on kissing him as his hands roamed. After a moment, he worked Thresh's erection as his mouth gently attacked his nipples, then started kissing his way further down.

[Assistant]
Thresh gave a soft gasp of pleasure as Craig's hand began to caress his balls, and he squirmed lightly as he looked down and saw the effect of the touch. It was still strange, but with Craig's reassurances it was becoming something exciting rather than scary. He gave a noise of assent when Craig spoke, hoping he would be able to focus well enough to warn the man in time. He wasn't sure he could, the earlier orgasms had come strong and sudden, with little warning, but he would try.

He allowed himself to be moved down onto his back, groaning happily as their lips were pressed together, the hand resuming its almost torturous pleasure down below. The kiss didn't last long, and soon Craig's mouth was elsewhere. He gave another gasp as the man's lips closed around his nipple, eyes widening in surprise. He certainly hadn't imagined that that area could be pleasurable as well. Before he could be too overwhelmed by this discovery the warm mouth was pulling away, leaving the nubs hard and tingling. He definitely wanted to try that again, but Craig's movement soon wiped most thoughts from his mind.

He wasn't sure if it was what the man intended, but even with Thresh's naiveté he managed to imagine where Craig's mouth was going. The appendage was just crying out for all the attention it could get, after all. For a moment, the idea of Craig putting that into his mouth was dirty, but he was quickly discovering 'it' had a mind of its own. His arousal throbbed, and he couldn't get the idea of being inside Craig out of his mind. He went still, staring down at the man with wide, hopeful eyes, his entire body tense with anticipation.

[User]
Craig was mesmerized by the sounds and movements Thresh was making. He took his time, cataloging everything for future reference---hopeful that the other man would keep him around after this was over. It felt odd, being someone's 'first' but he loved each reaction, loved knowing he was the first to discover what Thresh like and didn't, loved and hated.

Finally, he mouthed around the other man's navel, then repositioned himself so that his head was even with Thresh's groin. "That's it, just relax," he murmured as his fingers trailed down the hard erection in his hand. "Just enjoy..."

With that, Craig let his tongue swipe over the head of Thresh's arousal. A heartbeat later, his lips had parted and he was lowering his mouth over the thick column of flesh, tongue working slowly, bathing the vein on the underside. He didn't stop until he felt the swollen head at the back of his throat, then he swallowed around it, eyes lifted to gauge Thresh's reaction.

[Assistant]
The light lick wrought a whimpering moan from between Thresh's lips, and for a moment he thought that was as good as he could possibly feel. A moment later however, he was proven wrong. Hot, moist lips wrapped around the tip of his shaft, the tongue writhing against the sensitive skin. It got even better as Craig's head moved further. A deep, low moan escaped him, and his whole body shuddered with the pleasure.

He was sure that the movement would stop when he felt his tip press against the back of the man's throat, but once again Craig went far beyond expectations. The hole was tight, almost unbearably pleasurable. For a good few moments he couldn't even draw breath, but then he saw Craig's eyes. Suddenly he remembered the promise he'd made. He wasn't sure he could articulate his thoughts enough to warn him, but he suddenly knew he had to get Craig off, even if he wasn't sure why.

He groaned lightly as he quickly sat up, quickly, but still somewhat gently pushing Craig's head away, and not a moment too soon. He found himself cumming again, and if each orgasm wasn't burned brightly into his mind he would be beginning to lose count. He found himself collapsing back onto the bed, panting heavily, and blushing just as much. "I... I'm sorry." He wondered if he would ever be able to last any longer than that. He was sure there was more than just these momentary pleasures.


[User]
One of the first doors in the hallway was ajar, leading into a parlor that contained his piano. "This is my baby, Clarissa." His voice held genuine affection for the instrument, and he moved over to stroke the top gently, smiling up at Craig. "You can leave your guitar in here, if you like. I'll get started on lunch."

He slipped out of the room, leaving him unsupervised unless he followed quickly. The idea that Craig might do something to the piano didn't seem to cross his mind, and the possibility that Craig might steal some small decoration and run only bothered him in the fact that it would mean Craig would leave. Aside from his piano, the only things he owned that he really cared about were safely stowed away in his bedroom. He began to hum a soft tune under his breath as he started making the food. It wasn't anything fancy, something quick to prepare so that they could eat sooner rather than later.

Once he was finished, he brought the plates out to the lounge, hunting down Craig if needed, then sitting and starting to eat.

[Assistant]
Craig was scared to touch anything, though his fingers itched to play the piano. He'd never been formerly trained, but he could play nearly any musical instrument. Had he been born to different parents or in a different situation, he likely would have been at the top of his class in Julliard.

He thought he was only looking around for a minute, but the next thing he knew, Thresh was calling for him. He felt terrible for forgetting his manners and hurried into the other room. "I'm so sorry," he murmured. "I was going to help but... your piano---Clarissa---is just so beautiful. Your whole house is amazing."

While it was smaller than any on the block, to Craig, it was still huge and insanely comfortable. More than a man like he would ever dream of. The smell of lunch made his stomach growl though, and his words trailed off as he spotted the food and quickly sat down. "I don't know how I can thank you for this. I don't have any money obviously, and I don't... well, I mean, you know... I don't sell... um... I mean..."

[User]
Thresh merely chuckled at the apology, continuing to eat and gesturing for Craig to sit and do the same. "She is a beauty." He was referring to the piano, of course, the house he was much less attached to. He watched the other as they ate, and his stare undoubtedly did nothing to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. It was one of the habits his mother had never quite managed to kick him of, he would either refuse to look at a person, or begin to stare to the point where they got uncomfortable. In his defense, at least, he wasn't quite aware he was doing it.

He smiled again, shaking his head lightly. "It is a gift freely given, Craig, I expect nothing in return." Having someone there was more than enough, it became dreadfully lonely in this place, sometimes. His father had left not long after his mother died, and his brother hadn't done much to help. Thresh had largely been on his own since the age of about fourteen. There truly was no obligation for the man to stay any longer than he wished, however, Thresh was used to people coming in, staying a while, then leaving again. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure what he would do with himself if Craig wanted to stay.

But such thoughts could be left until the time came. He lowered his eyes to his food, unaware of the loneliness that had entered them. He kept his emotions in much better check most of the time, but most of the time he was dealing with people he didn't like. He hated many of them, in fact. Thus being around someone who's company he found quite pleasant was disarming.

[Assistant]
Craig twitched a little under the close scrutiny, but the few times he glanced up, he was relieved that his benefactor didn't seem to be sizing him up for anything other than friendship. Well, that was a first. He worried more than most about looking as clean as possible, so he was used to second looks now and then, but not anything like this. He got mostly leers or propositions... not food and good conversation and duets.

He saw something in the other man's eyes too, something that didn't look like it belonged there. The man was rich and handsome and obviously very kind, so surely that wasn't loneliness Craig caught a glimpse of? No, he had to be wrong.

Still, Thresh was no longer looking at him and Craig felt a little lonely himself. He liked the way those eyes stared at him, to be honest, like someone was seeing him for the first time in a long, long time.

"I... that was a really nice thing you did earlier," he said, between bites, doing his best not to wolf down the food as his stomach was urging him to do. "The kid who was trying to steal from you I mean. Well, that, and inviting me over. It's been years since I've been in a real home."

[User]
Thresh smiled, though the action was a little strained. "Everyone else thinks of them as a nuisance... they act as if these kids are inferior and that their situations are their own fault..." He sighed a little, looking up at Craig. "None of them have gone without a meal in their lives. They don't know what it's like, so they don't care..." He shifted uncomfortably, looking back down at the food again. He genuinely hated most of the company he was forced to keep. It was nice to have someone different here for a change, he was glad the idea had occurred to him. "The children are quite pleasant to speak with if you can make friends with them, many of the older ones have too much distrust... I suppose it keeps them alive." He glanced at Craig. "I was surprised you agreed to come with me, most of them accuse me of wanting to sleep with them, or worse." He made a face. "All I want is someone nice to talk to for a while..."

He suddenly smiled again, seeming to slip out of the darker thoughts, "I haven't spoken with another musician in a long time, I can't wait to play with you." The very idea seemed to be getting him excited, and he squirmed a little. A stern look came onto his face, however, as he looked up at Craig. "Don't stop eating on my behalf though, Craig, I can be patient and have plenty more if you're still hungry when you're done."

[Assistant]
Craig shrugged and looked down at his food for a moment. "I... don't really trust anyone," he added. "But you seem different. Really kind and you talked about my music. And..."

He took another bite, not looking up at his benefactor and felt his face darken. "I guess at some point it starts not to matter. I mean, if you're hungry and cold and tired enough, it's worth taking a chance, even if you get killed or... something else happens. I've pretty much been at that point for a few days now. I'm just really, really tired."

He looked up, finally, and gave Thresh a half smile. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this. It's just been a really, really long time since someone was this nice to me."

[User]
Thresh grimaced again for a moment, but concern quickly won over on his face. "I have a guest room if you would like to sleep..." His eyes fell to his food again. "I would have to change the sheets, it's a little dusty..." He shifted uncomfortably, "I haven't had anyone in there since..." He shook his head, "well, since I moved in." He hadn't even walked into the room for a while, didn't like thinking about it. It reminded him of the lack of people in his life.

He continued to eat, albeit a bit more slowly. "If you just want to nap, you could take my room for a few hours, I have plenty to do while you're asleep." Work never ended, really. It kept him occupied, though, so he couldn't complain. He wanted to play, of course, but his concern for the other was most important. He would play better well fed and rested, anyway.

[Assistant]
Craig could barely believe his ears. He stared at the other man for a moment, for the first time in his life wondering if offering his nonmusical 'services' would be a bad thing in this situation. Thresh was certainly handsome and kind and...

No. The other man had done nothing to make him think he was interested in that, even if Craig could come to terms with it. A real bed, some rest after having a full belly for the first time in years... oh, God, yes, that sounded amazing. But it wasn't what he really wanted.

"A nap sounds wonderful," he admitted, "but honestly, I would rather just enjoy your company. It would feel... wrong, somehow, to sleep away one minute of the first real conversation I've had with anyone in such a long time, plus... we have that duet to work on. Of course, just say the word when you want me to leave, but if it's all the same to you, I'll leave the sleeping for when I'm alone again."

[User]
Thresh smiled bashfully, flattered that Craig would think their time together worth more than rest, when he seemed so tired. His face fell slightly at the mention of leaving, then a moment later, he blushed lightly, shifting a little. "I..." He couldn't help a little hope entering his expression. "I wouldn't be bothered if you wanted to stay..." It was lonely here, and it had been such a long while since he'd had anyone he could stand to be around. Craig being a musician as well was just the icing on the cake.

He shifted lightly, finishing the food on his plate and setting it aside. "I'm sure Clarissa is anxious to sing with another, though." He looked up and gave a bright, innocent smile, "she sounds beautiful when she's treated properly." And of course, the piano was likely the most well maintained thing in the entire house, possibly including Thresh himself.

[Assistant]
Craig blinked a few times, trying to clear his head. Did Thresh just offer him a place to stay or was he just so tired and finally having enough to eat that he was imagining things?

He took the last bite of his food and put his plate aside as well. "If you have a room for rent, I can't pay anything but what I make singing, but..." He looked around, wondering if he was losing his mind, then stood and gathered their plates. As anxious as he was to get to the piano, he wanted to make sure he was hearing things right.

The idea of having a bed of his own, a real bed, made his stomach flutter. It had been so long since he'd had a place with walls and a roof he could call home. "I could do some work around here if you need anything? Yard work, cooking, cleaning, fixing up or repairing....? I'd want to earn my keep, and I swear, I won't steal or break anything."

[User]
Thresh smiled brightly, it seemed that Craig wanted to stay, and he felt a bright bubble of joy in his chest. He couldn't keep the smile off his face if he wanted to. "It would be nice to have some help around the house, I can teach you anything you don't know..." It would be good to have another person to share the housework. Sometimes Thresh had periods where he found it difficult to do anything, and eating was a low priority when the food had to be prepared.

"We can clean up your room after the duet?" He spoke hopefully, now, more than before, his fingers were itching to be reunited with Clarissa. He stood eagerly, showing Craig into the kitchen so he could place the dishes on the bench. If Craig said yes, he would quickly head off to the piano room, otherwise, he would stand there, fidgeting anxiously.

[Assistant]
Craig still wasn't completely sure this wasn't some scam. Thresh didn't really seem like a scam artist but what did Craig know of such things?

"I... if you're serious, then yes, please," he nodded slowly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Thresh to say it was all a joke, that a man like Craig, a piece of homeless trash, wasn't fit to stay under his roof, but as every moment passed without those words, Craig found himself wanted to believe more and more.

He sat the dishes down and followed Thresh, prepared to sing a duet with his new... friend? Landlord?

[User]
Thresh smiled brightly, "Of course I'm serious." He squirmed happily, before heading off to the piano room. He ran his hand delicately along the key cover before lifting it and sitting on the stool. He smiled at Craig, waiting for the man to get ready, before starting to play. He started with the lullaby, again, something simple, and obviously quite dear to him. His fingers moved with the skill of a well-practiced and talented pianist, this was something he had been doing since he was young, and it showed.

Once that song was over, he looked to Craig again. "What songs do you know?" He didn't want to play something beyond Craig's skill, or something completely unknown to him. A duet didn't work when your partner couldn't keep up, after all. He hoped that Craig could do play more complicated pieces, but he would be content with just getting to play. If Craig chose to stay long enough, Thresh could teach him new songs, and perhaps Craig could teach him a few as well.

[Assistant]
Craig got his guitar from where he'd left it by the front door, sat with it by the piano and began tuning it. He smiled as Thresh's fingers began moving over the keys, then stopped and simply watched him. The man was gifted, that much was clear. It took a lot to impress Craig, who had a natural affinity for music. Given the chance, he could play nearly any instrument by ear, so he knew talent when he saw it. He simply closed his eyes and listened until the song was over and the notes were replaced by Thresh's question.

"You're amazingly talented," he offered sincerely. "I'm honored to get to hear you, let along play beside you."

His fingers found the familiar strings and he tuned his guitar again while he was talking. He sometimes slept just outside of a shopping mall and heard the music they piped out over the entire building if he got to stay long enough before he was ushered away, so he at least knew the names of a few a songs. He named a popular song that he'd heard often enough and asked Thresh if he was familiar with it.

[User]
Thresh smiled brightly at the compliment, squirming a little and looking back at the piano. It wasn't often that someone bothered to compliment him, then again, it also wasn't often that someone was actually around to hear him play. The only people he spent time with these days hated his guts, and he hated them in return. Eventually he looked back to him, smile still on his face.

He looked thoughtful at the question, considering for a moment before nodding. He'd not played it before, but he'd heard it plenty of times. His smile remained as his fingers began to move once more, expertly playing the song. He enjoyed the sound of another instrument playing in time with his own, it eased some of the lonely ache that seemed almost permanently dug deep into his chest. He wondered if some of that would begin to lesson the longer Craig stayed with him. He hoped so.

[Assistant]
Craig relaxed in a way he only ever did with good music. It was rare for him to just live in the moment, but just then, he didn't have to worry about his next meal or how he was going to stay warm. He could just lose himself in the music, eyes closed, enjoying and marveling at his new friend's talent.

When the song was over, Craig's smile was sincere and bright. "You're amazing," he said softly as his fingers lingered over the strings of his guitar. "I've never heard anyone with such a natural talent for music. Beautiful... really beautiful. Thank you so much for inviting me here for this."

[User]
Thresh smiled brightly, a slight hint of blush appearing on his cheeks, at the compliment. He was easy to flatter, most definitely not used to it. Neither was he used to the company, but the longer Craig was there, the more he realized it was something he had missed most of his life. Both his parents were gone from his life, but his father, at least, he was sure was still alive. He had an older brother, who even visited sometimes, but he didn't like him. Jasker was a complete mooch, and a bit of a bastard to boot. He was sure the only reason the man had to contact him was for money.

But he forced his thoughts away from such things before they could show in his expression, and he just smiled. "It's my pleasure, Craig, I can only hope you choose to stay." He shifted a little, a happy squirm. It would be nice to have someone around, and perhaps he would be allowed to dote on him. Thresh didn't spend much money on himself, unlike many of his level, so had far more than he needed stored away.

[Assistant]
Craig had a difficult time looking away from Thresh. The man was so handsome and his smile made Craig's stomach tie in knots. If only their circumstances were different; if they were in the same class, if only Craig was better, smarter, richer... then he couldn't help but with something might develop between them.

His eyes wandered down to Thresh's hands and without even realizing it, Craig was chewing on his bottom lip, imagining how that hand would feel as it moved over him. He gave a soft little sigh, still lost in his day dream, before he realized a silence---though, oddly, not an uncomfortable one, had fallen between them.

"I... oh. I'd love, really, really love to stay. As long as I can earn my keep, or until you tell me to leave, I'll be at your beck and call." He looked around the room, then smiled at Thresh. "Do you want to play some more or had you rather show me around the house and give me an idea of what you need done?"

Craig had no intentions of burdening Thresh. He was going to work hard and not make the other man regret asking him to stay, though, of course, he had no idea what the real reason was. It never occurred to him that a man like the one before him could be lonely. He was, he figured, entering into a short term job as a groundskeeper or handyman. As much as he'd like to have more, he wasn't going to hold his breath waiting for it.

[User]
Thresh couldn't care less about the class difference between them, unlike most people with his amount of money, he recognized that, in fact, people were people. Unfortunately for Craig, what he desired didn't even register in Thresh's mind. It never had. He had never had sex, never even touched himself. Occasionally, he had strange dreams and woke up with an erection, but he tended to just stare at it until it went away. They even made him a little anxious, he just didn't know what to do with them.

His cheeks were beginning to hurt a little, he hadn't smiled this much in a long time. He squirmed in his seat, looking down at the piano again. "Let's play a little more." He wouldn't have cared if Craig did nothing to help out with the house work so long as they got to play. Of course, he was glad for his offer of help, and he would take it. He was the only one in the whole house that could do the work, after all. Maids and butlers didn't tend to last long with him, he didn't like working with people that only cared about the money; he certainly couldn't cope with coming home to it.

But now, he had something to look forward to upon coming home. Perhaps they could even compose together. His eyes looked a little far away as his thoughts took him, day dreaming. It was a look he often got, sitting there, and he seemed happy enough. It was obviously a good thing if he was relaxed enough to lose himself with someone else around. Usually he was far more tense. He flushed brightly as his attention returned, giving an abashed smile to the other. "I'm sorry..."

[Assistant]
Craig watched Thresh closely even as they sang. He was halfway waiting for the other shoe to drop---expecting Thresh to jump him, demand sex, or... tie him up and rape him or... well. Something. It was hard to believe this was happening. Thresh was with a wonderful, kind, handsome man who so far didn't seem to want anything from him, was even reluctant to have him do much to earn his keep.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Craig almost wished Thresh did want something from him, especially when the other man relaxed. It seemed like they were old friends then and it was nice... comfortable, even though Craig was feeling a suddenly powerful attraction to his companion... an attraction that was growing by the minute.

He quite happily settled in, singing and playing, and lost himself for hours, unable to remember when he'd had such a good time.

[User]
His stomach growling finally brought Thresh back to his senses. He blinked, finishing the song before stopping. He looked around, as if needing to assure himself Craig was still there, and smiled brightly when he saw him. His eyes then went to the windows; it was starting to get dark, far past dinner time. He blushed lightly, slowly moving out of the stool. The blush got brighter when his joints popped, complaining at the prolonged stillness.

He squirmed a little, he didn't quite want to cook, just now, and an idea occurred to him that brought a hopeful smile to his face. "Would you like to go out for dinner?" He didn't care that Craig was scruffy, they wouldn't be denied entrance to the restaurant, and he was used to stares, often disapproving, from the other patrons. It would be nice to go out with someone he liked, for once, and it was vastly better than going alone.