Chapter 6

POSEIDON POV

Do you know that feeling? That little jittery spark that sizzles down your spine, then causes butterflies to dance around your tummy whenever the thought of that particular someone crosses your mind? That little shiver that leaves you wondering if they’re real or not... That is exactly what I was feeling. At least at that very moment.

I was still in a state of trying to figure out what it was I felt when it came to Pierre. Not even full 24 hours have gone by since his arrival but I was already trying so hard to decipher how I was going to live with him just across the hall. The boy didn't need to do anything, all he had to do was exist, and that only was enough to have my mind in the gutters.

Now being alone with him didn't do any help.

The sun had just set and the sky was a lovely orange hue, with a gentle breeze brushing around us. I was vaguely aware of his sneak peeks at my naked body, even though he thought I had no idea that he was checking me out. I don’t know what it was that made me want to even flex more in front of him, but the mere fact that he was appreciating my half-naked body was enough to make me want to put up a show for him. 

“And this is the pool house. Nobody really lives in here.” I pointed to the 5 bedroom house across the vast pool that laid before our eyes, then looked at him in time to see shock flashing on his face.

“So it's just empty?” He asked, wanting to look at me but resisting.

“Hmmmm… Everybody loves the big manor so we all live in there. But..." I paused just in time to turn and started walking off. "I use it as my little haven,” I turned back to see if he was following. And sure enough, he did come walking behind me, his eyes moving all about the place as if he was having a hard time believing that it was all real. It was almost amusing. Seeing someone whom I can read like a magazine, and in bold letters... It was unreal yet beautiful. I loved that his emotions were all etched on his face and that he tried so hard to conceal everything he was feeling but then failed miserably. 

Silently, we walked to the pool house. Arriving at the door I scanned my finger on the lock, eliciting a small click before pushing it open to reveal the deep gray hues. For a pool house, one would think this house lacks some household facilities. But it was a lovely family house equipped with almost... Everything. Lounges, TVs, fridges, pots. Literally, everything you'd find in a normal home was all there.

I opened the door further and ushered him in. He jumped slightly as excitement tore through him, his eyes sparkling from the idea of what awaited him behind the closed doors. Upon passing right under me, my eyes fluttered close as my nostrils picked up that whiff of sandalwood, intoxicating me and instantly putting me in a trance. I found myself thinking of all the things I could possibly…

“This place is amazing.” He breathed out scanning the whole room. And I took that moment to calm my suddenly unholy mind. Slowly, I kicked the door closed behind me, then delved deeper into the house. 

“Thanks. Something to drink?” I asked walking into the kitchen,

“What do you have?” His voice was distant but loud and clear.

“A little bit of everything.” That was my response. Simple and straightforward. I waited for a few seconds for his response and when it didn’t come, turned to look where he had disappeared to.

“Pierre?” 

I tore off from the fridge and started the quest. After rounding the entire ground floor and not finding him, I took the stairs to the upper floor. Only to find him standing beside the glass archive mounted on the wall right in the hallway. He had on his face, a faint smile as his eyes roamed about the archive made up of almost my entire life's “achievements”, from the trophies down to the cut-out newspaper articles. 

I took that golden opportunity to just... drink him in, wondering what it was that was going on in his mind at that very moment. I know I still had a lot of self-introspection to embark on, a self-finding journey and all that shit, but just this, just this moment with me watching him, was enough.

I may have been against the idea of spending time alone with him unchaperoned, but hands down… that smile on his face was rewarding as fuck. 

“You like it?” His head quickly whisked to the side before his face flushed all shades of red. Panic tore through him visibly and he tore from the glass and started walking to where I was trying to escape. 

“I am sorry… I just… It is so cool and…” For some reason, it irked me that he had to be so guarded against me, and I hated how formal he wanted to be around me. I know our situation was the epitome of ‘fucked-up’, but he didn’t need to be so guarded against me.  I mean we have done all the things that erased the boundaries with a giant rubber. 

With that, I walked further down the hallway before stopping in front of his short form, then draped my arm around him and pulled him closer to me. Sparks of molten lava shot through my entire stream from the smallest of the contact our skin had made, making me think of the unholy things I may have done to that porcelain, soft skin. 

The slight hitch of breath coming from him told me the effect was just as strong with him, and that whatever it is I felt, he felt it as well. Ignoring it, I walked us back to the glass and placed us right before it, then went back to staring.

“I was in grade 7.” I pointed to the framed newspaper article with a blurred photo of me, dressed in Rhodez Junior uniform, teeth clamped in braces bared to the open. It all seemed like an eternity ago.

“Universal Maths and Science Contest…” He read the big bold black words written beneath the picture, then gave out a small chuckle before looking up at me. Our eyes met and for a second, he seemed to have forgotten what it was he wanted to say. Knowing that I had THAT effect was by far the highlight of my day!

“I didn’t take you for a science geek.” It was an insult to be called a geek, but fuck it! The way he said it made me want to push him against the wall and wife him in an instant. But I couldn’t because I was yet to figure out what it was he was doing to me that put my mind and my body in a haze. 

“Ouch,” I said, causing him to double up. This boy, everything about him had to be perfect. I have never seen someone embodying both feminity and masculinity as he did. The giggles he made when he tried to hide his laughter reminded me of one of the shy little girls who has just entered her teen, right before the world could start munching on the little innocence cocooning her, while his lean muscles reminded me of myself back in the day. I know I was only a year older but we couldn’t be more different. I was tougher on the edges, rough to say, and he had to be the opposite of me. Softer, mild, and everything about him begging to be dominated. I don’t know how he did it, but he caused the feral beast in me to stir. 

There was no denying the fact that I wanted to dominate him, to have him beg underneath him while I render him…

“Poseidon???” 

“Huh???” Fuckin’ fuck.

“Are you alright?” His voice was a little above a whisper. I glanced down and him to find him staring at me, his eyes slightly wide. Audibly, I swallowed my saliva and then stared ahead.

“Of course. What was that?” 

“We can go if you want. I mean..." He waved his arm around and again, I could a whiff of his scent.

"What perfume do you use?" I had to ask. I am really sorry if that was beyond the scope of brotherhood, but I had to know.

"What?" He said, then shyly leaned his head down and sniffed his shirt before looking up at me again.

"The perfume you use. What is it called?" the line between his brows deepened into a frown, and just like that, I wanted to smack myself for overstepping the boundary.

"I don't use perfume." Wait, what?

"At all?" At my question, he shook his head slightly.

"But you..." You smell so good. One scent I have never smelled ever,

"I use aromatherapy." 

"Candles?"

"Yes."

Could he be more perfect?