“I do not have you wrapped around my finger.” Perhaps that may be the difference between his mother and me.
“You do not even know it but you do. I cannot escape you.” He whispers whilst standing up to lift his jeans that do not sit well on his hips. “How about we paint the night sky? With the moon and the stars?” He questions quickly changing the topic, he has spoken his truth it does not necessarily mean my reaction to it is required.
“The night sky?”
“Indeed. When Kal sleeps in here he can feel as though he were one with nature something that he can keep throughout his growth.” Deimos says with a gentle smile as he visualizes his male resting here. He visualizes where and what furniture he could arrange to make sure his male is content, safe and comfortable.
I look towards the paint tins, we have the basic colours necessary to paint it. “Perhaps add some black or green coloured trees at the bottom?” I ask giving him my opinion. The trees shall add to the presence of nature.
His eyes light up to my idea, he respects it. He likes it. “Shall we start with the darkness of the night then? You start from the right, I shall start from the left. Let us meet in the middle.” He utters whilst picking up a few paintbrushes and handing them to me. He walks over to the tin and dips one into the black paint.
Turning around he begins with the first slash of paint upon the white wall, the story has merely begun. I look through the different brushes in my hand, I need a place to keep these near me so I can acquire them with ease.
My eyes find the back pocket of his jeans, it seems quite spacious to me and he is close within reach. I watch the way he hums a soft tune whilst his hips move side to side as he paints the wall innocently. Makes me want to take a bite. Shifting closer to him I thrust the brushes into his right back pocket patting his bum letting them settle within the pocket’s bounds. He startles and stops instantly eyes widening emeralds radiant as he regards me. He seems to be speechless by my action.
I shrug shamelessly for I had just groped him and gotten a feel of his assets. “It was the only place I could think of.” I lie through my teeth hiding the wicked smile that wishes to show itself to him. I begin to join him by his side as though I had committed no harm. I am a female, after all, if he blatantly sways his hips in front of my eyes, I will be called to fondle the most prominent part of his body that catches my eye.
He tries to hide his laughter as he clears his throat and continues with the task at hand. We spend a good few solid hours enjoying the serenity of the place. The silence between us was comfortable and peaceful. There was no awkwardness or discomfort, I enjoyed it. He even played music from his phone for some time until his battery died.
I succumbed to his beauty when the sun rose and highlighted the side of his face with its radiant rays. He looked breathtaking to me. His emeralds shone brighter than ever and captured me within its spell. He was ignorant to the way I gazed at him, his attention on finishing at least half of the wall by noon. So I took advantage of it, to engrave his features within the depth of my mind.
When noon did come around we had indeed finished two halves on each side the middle still ghostly white. “Are you hungry, my female?” He asks whilst standing on his tiptoes to reach the edge at the head of the wall. My eyes find the way his shirt rises to bare his flesh to me. I shall acknowledge it, I am craving him. I should have asked him to remove his shirt, making up a stupid reason for it. He would have believed me anyway and abided by my wishes. Perhaps that way I could have enjoyed our painting session even more.
“Yes.” I answer him waiting for his eyes to meet mine.
The tip of his tongue seeps out his lips as a sign of how engrossed he is with the chore. I think he is truly enjoying himself. “The females made us some chicken stew and bread. It is in the refrigerator, would you mind heating it for us?” He asks diving down back on his heels peering straight at me. There are no more white spots left at the edges, he has stained them all with perfection.
I give him a nod in acceptance as a deep frown washes over his face and he takes a curt step towards me. “What? What is it?” I move back with a stumble, eyes unwavering from his. Why does it seem to me he possesses the eyes of a predator? My heart picks up pace as my tongue slips out to lick my lower lip with anticipation.
His arm reaches forward towards me, palms hold my face gently. A soft titter leaves his lips as his thumb wipes the side of my cheek. What does this male find amusing?
“You had black paint on your cheek, mate.” He utters whilst wiping his hands on a wet cloth. He has paint stains as well not on his body but his clothes. He needs to change. Peering down at myself a low exasperated sigh makes its way out of my mouth. I need to change as well.
“I shall go heat our meal.” I mutter turning around striding to the small open kitchen. Deimos had taught me how to use this stove, it was not electric that I often used but a gas stove. There was a lighter by the side to start the fire. It was intriguing for this cabin was the only place that possessed such a stove.
The refrigerator is small, one fit for perhaps merely a few groceries and dishes. I do not think he ever imagined that one day he would share this place with his female and his pup. But he did speak of buying a new fridge, big enough to fit more. Carrying the cold stew I pour it into a pot on the fire. What do I do with the bread? It was kept outside but it is not cold, perhaps we can eat it as it is for the stew shall be warm.
“Remember low or medium heat. Do not have the heat on full.” He utters from the room.
“It is on low heat.” I state back. Simply put, it is a lie. He knows me well. Twisting the control knobs I reduce the flames to low heat.
Leaning upon the counter my palm placed over the marble I stir the stew waiting for it to bubble up. The sound of his nearing footsteps has my ears perk up and a swift glance I give him. He pulls open the upper cupboard to extract some bowls and spoons for our meal. There is slowness and excitement to his actions as though he were truly happy. This would be the first proper meal we shall have together after a long time.