Golden brown eyes wandered. They stalked and growled. Prowling on the lone Andrei Smirnov. All by himself, in his skin and a hoodie that cost two hundred dollars. They wanted him, they wanted to swallow up whatever Andrei had left in his system. Dark, straight lashes grounded down on their own corners. Deceitful. You wanted to bend over backward for those dolly eyes. For the way his pink little tongue darted out to wet those plump lips.
The blonde looked away. He couldn't watch this younger boy fawn and blush over him. Instead, he roughly stopped and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. Yoonjae didn't mind. Good.
The little white stick between his fingers blew grey-orange embers onto his face. The smell of chemicals and toxins warmed his shoulders. It tendered his ribs and seethed through every bit of frustration he could have. The same way Tiny Boy number eighteen did. Comforting, sweet, attractive.
A loud gurgle through the old iPhone pressed to his ear.
"Hey, fag, I need your help with something."
"When do you not? Whatever. What's your problem this time?" Andrei scoffed. It came out of him like a soft tusk, the sound of the ocean hitting sand. The pounce of it slapping against the wind and toying with the earth. He clicked his tongue, walking slow. Each step felt more and more tiring, but Andrei wouldn't let that delay him. The dark circles under his eyes, the oranges on an empty stomach. Andrei couldn't be bothered to care.
A low, frustrated mutter came from the other end and Andrei cocked a brow as if his younger brother could see it. "I need you to come over to the new building. Watched the security footage of your speech. Amazing work, buddio. But uh, I need help setting up those uh, shower shits." Arseni Smirnov, that's the type of person to call his artist of a brother at five-forty to ask for help with 'shower shits.'
"You can't afford a bidet," Andrei murmured.
"What? And yes-that's not how you say that. I was talking about the head things? The big black things that squirt water?"
The blonde glimpsed at the smaller, pink-haired boy to his left. Walking gingerly, picking at his nails in one of those young teacher cardigans and ripped jeans. He moved as though he was jumping on clouds. And it had this tiny sway. Andrei wanted to mount the sway. His hips jerked left to right, a step ahead of the taller man. Though it lacked that systemic pressure Andrei usually got when someone walked like that. This just made Andrei coo.
The boy's cheeks puffed out as he stared at his hands, those blue veins glowed faintly under the shine of the moon. Andrei turned slightly away so Yoonjae could hear what they were talking about. "Way to make that sexual. I'll come. Can I bring a friend?"
"I don't care. Just hurry. You have my tools."
"Sure," Andrei crooned listlessly. His voice a throaty croak from not speaking, lacking the sweetness he used to speak to the tiny boy. The minute that shallow beep rang out, Andrei pocketed the phone slowly. Once the small weight was back in his hoodie, safely, he glanced at Yoonjae's leg again.
He stifled a sigh of disappointment. "You shouldn't be up so much. You want a piggyback ride?" His tone soft and gentle, like he was nurturing a baby bird.
Yoonjae's wide eyes glimmered. They only grew bigger. "Is that...are you being serious, hihi?"
The older man blinked. "Why wouldn't I? I'll check it out, come on, sit down." Yoonjae looked around. Andrei held out an arm, the cigarette at the edge of his lips. "Come, I'll bring you."
"I can walk."
"You just ran, sweetheart, I know what you can do. I just don't support it."
"Are you like...my boyfriend? Hihi, why do you care so much?"
"Yes. I want to get you pregnant."
Yoonjae stared at him. "Did...did you get Minx pregnant?"
"Minx?"
"Your ex...the porn star, hihi."
"I tried. It didn't work because he's a guy."
"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." Yoonjae bit his lip. Andrei studied the boy as he glanced at the street light they stood under. His eyes glazed and accepted. From the tears he shared thirty minutes ago. The redness of his nose, the blush in those fatty cheeks. All from the cold and the fear of being left alone again. Andrei wouldn't let that happen again. If he could. He would hold back every danger this world can give to Yoonjae with his bare arms.
He knew it was a bit much. They'd only talked a few times. But the universe felt too small and too quick to let anything go to waste. "You're beautiful," Andrei exhaled. His arms fell limp to his sides, cigarette bumping against his sweats. The boy glowed. Maybe because his pale skin was clean and bright or maybe because he was Andrei's angel.
"I'm not on the pill so you'll have to wear a condom."
Andrei blinked. "What?"
"I can't afford triplets."
A low laugh. "Triplets? Why would...you're funny."
Yoonjae ate his plump lip. The lower one, hidden behind his teeth. He leaned back, eyes low-lidded in their natural state. He clasped a hand over the build of his stomach and sighed gently. "You think a dick that big is only going to have one baby?"
Andrei slowed. His footsteps came to a smaller halt than before. One large, tattooed arm reached out, sleeves up to his forearms. He wrapped his two limbs across his chest with nothing but a cock of the brow. His back and shoulders high up. Straight. "Mhm....you're cute," he started, but the whirl in his stomach told him to keep going. "How many of those videos did you watch?" His tongue dropped to the bottom of his jaw at the word 'did', enticing. The sound twisted and heavy, like it meant much more than it did.
Yoonjae's spherical orbs caught the lick of the stars and his Adam's apple bobbed. "Is-is it weird..t-that I-I did?"
"Nah. I've been watching you. You've been watching me, seems like a fifty-fifty."
"A-are y-you sure..? Y-you've n-never see-seen me-me naked.."
"I've seen you cry. And you dress like a porn star when you're working out. So I've seen enough."
Yoonjae rolled his eyes, the first sting of dominance he's shown. Andrei's heart curled at the way the boy acted usually. It got warmer when he pushed back, though.
"Y-your sc-sculptures....th-they're n-not nu-nude of me. Do......should I pose for you? Do you want me to?"
"No, kid. You can do whatever you want."
"I'll pay you...mhm...twenty dollars for you to do it. I want one."
Andrei blinked. "What?"
Yoonjae hummed, tapping his nail to his chin. "I don't have..much, b-but...I want one. That's like me and cute.. y-you think I'm-I'm cute, right?"
He gave in. A bellowing whisper at the itch of his ear. Screeching, growling, whimpering. Every sound it could make to call Andrei in. To drag him into the room and tie him down. Thick. Heavy.
A swish in his stomach. He stepped forward, his cigarette discarded and his arms down suddenly. Everything moved fast. The speed of light and the glowing blonde hair above his head.
He knelt. One inked-up arm circled around the smaller man's waist and he pulled him forward. Their lips met, touching in an alcoholic benzodiazepine. Addictive, soothing, gut strung to a thin line instead of a knot. Tasted like candy. The artificial strawberry. The kind that makes your mouth ache and your head fixate. Andrei could throw fixation out the window if it meant he had to stop this. If he had to release Yoonjae's plump, ambrosial lips.