My lips quirk. “Good answer... See? You were lucky to end up in my home.” I pull at his hand, leading the way to our fragrant bath. “Are you two still in touch?” I’m not jealous. Not at all. I just need to make sure there’s no secret person to report Victor missing.
Victor shakes his head. “Oh no, he’s dead.”
I pause with my eyebrows raised. “Wow. I didn’t expect you to have that in you.”
“I didn’t kill him! He had an accident.” Victor sighs and I sneak a peek at his round, freckled ass when I help him into the water.
“What kind of accident? Did he slip on his own cum, or something?”
The way he frowns at me makes me hate that weirdo stepbrother of his even more. Is he offended in the dead guy’s name?
“No. He crushed his finger in a door, wouldn’t see a doctor, and then got sepsis.”
A death fitting a selfish bastard like him. “Do you miss him?” I ask, stepping into the warm water. I then slide behind Victor and press my cock to the small of his back so he knows it’s waiting for him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders with a happy purr. Fuck. I needed this. I had no idea how much, and it came to me as home delivery.
“No. He was an asshole. He… teased me. That he’d fuck me if I didn’t jerk him off fast and good. And it was really messed up, because it kind of turned me on, but also had me terrified, since he would have hurt me if he did, I knew it.”
I clear my throat and hug him a bit more tightly, because Victor’s right. That’s fucked-up behavior, especially coming from someone who’s meant to befamily. I can see why he’d be anxious about sex, even if I’m surprised no one’s plucked such a pretty peach. I guess not everyone has taste.
“Good riddance then. Hope the devils never poke his ass in the fun way.”
“I’m guessing you have a lot of experience?”
I stop the water, then trail my fingers over the exposed skin of Victor’s arms. He’s exactly the piece of candy I’ve been missing from my life.
“Yes. I used to travel a lot, all over the world, so I had many intense affairs and hookups. I can assure you I know how not to hurt you.”
We’re so close, I sense his body relaxing under my touch. A good sign considering our situation is… unusual.
“But you didn’t bring anyone here? For years?”
“I didn’t think I’d be stuck here this long. And I also didn’t know anyone I could invite. And my mother didn’t know I was gay.” I add, somewhat melancholic when I think back to her presence here.
Everything was better when I wasn’t alone. I threw myself into work, and spent so much time perfecting the traps in the house to fill that void. Victor arrived at just the right time.
“Stuck? Is that about the… assassins?” he whispers the last word.
“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” I reassure him and move my hands to his chest. The colorful foamgathers around his pale flesh, caressing it as the tiny bubbles pop, making him even more sensitive and pliant. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I commit to memory the shade of blue that bounces off his skin so beautifully. He’s so very pale, yet also orange at the same time because of the fields of freckles.
“Because I’m useful?”
My chest deflates.
It really shouldn’t, not yet at least, yet here we are...
I grab his jaw and turn his face, so we can look at one another. “Do you want to be useful?”
“I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t.”
He’s like a kitten I saved from a storm when he arches against me to give me a kiss on the lips.
I bring him closer, and he spins between my legs, cock pressing to mine as we drift in the warm water, ever more entangled.
“Oh, we will have so much fun together, Victor... both in bed and in the studio. I can’t wait to resume painting you tomorrow...”
