Page 11 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim
Heat was pulsing alongGrim’s muscles, a steady stream from between a pair of the most perfect thighs. The water was moving along his skin as he moved the sponge deeper, so close to Andrey’s lovely cock he could practically sense its touch already.
Grim was hypnotized by that pale body spread out in the tub. No matter how many videos he’d watched of Andrey, there were places on him he’d never seen, elements the camera failed to pick up, like the twin birthmarks right next to Andrey’s navel, right above the milky surface of the water.
It was still a shock to find out that he and the other viewers of Andrey’s channel had been lied to all along. They all thought they were following a sweet guy who enjoyed music, movies, and computer games, who liked to show off his healthy body and was excited by the messages he was getting and by having other men see him. But Andrey had been a victim. Kidnapped years ago and forced to perform like a circus monkey.
The sour taste in Grim’s mouth kept him awake deep into the night as he held on to Andrey’s body, trying to put together all the scraps of information. His chest ached. He felt as if he’d stop breathing if he fell asleep or that Andrey would crawl out of his arms and become prey again, have some sick fuck take him where Grim couldn’t track them down.
He couldn’t fathom how vile a man had to be to hurt someone so much weaker than him, to keep them underground for years, like a canary that had never been let out of its cage to stretch its wings. He regretted not taking his time with “Gary”before blowing his brains out. That shithead didn’t deserve a quick shot in the forehead after repeatedly raping and imprisoning a beautiful bird like Andrey.
But at the same time, all the lies Andrey himself had told Grim the night before still stung like daggers stuck between Grim’s ribs. Andrey had kissed him, he’d let Grim buy him dinner, and had sex with him, and all that only to try to stab Grim in his sleep. Grim’s attention hadn’t been as welcome as he’d been led to think. But as rude as Andrey had been to try to push Grim away after all Grim had been through to get to him, Grim accepted that the boy had been traumatized and needed some more time to adjust. True affection was probably overwhelming after all the bad things that had happened to him at the hands of that sick fuck Gary.
But at least the bird really was gay. Grim still had a chance to show him what a good man he could be at Andrey’s side. He was gentle, caring, and ready to go out of his way for Andrey’s comfort.
When Andrey looked up from the tub, the depth of his brown eyes made Grim freeze. “I’m not an old man who needs to be washed. I lost my legs, not my arms.”
The morning hadn’t been much easier than last night had been with Andrey quiet and avoiding Grim’s touch yet unable to when he needed to reach the bathroom. And Grim was impatient. With Andrey being like a glorious piece of cake on a plate he wasn’t yet allowed to touch, he couldn’t wait to win him over already. He was sure that with time, Andrey would see he’d been blind and unreasonable by trying to push Grim away when their mutual attraction was already so obvious.
Grimwashandsome. He never had any trouble attracting men, if not with charm, then with the outline of his dick visible through the leather pants. And those who didn’t want to have anything to do with a dick that was far above average size knew they shouldn’t bother, as soon as they looked below Grim’s belt buckle. Andrey certainly wasn’t shying away from looking at Grim’s bulge. The interestwasthere.
Grim smiled and brushed the backs of his fingers against the bird’s warm thigh. “I know. But who doesn’t want a nice sponge bath once in a while?”
Andrey groaned and slouched his toned shoulders. He put his arms between his legs to hide his cock from view, and Grim couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
“I can see you getting hard over this. Perv,” said Andrey.
Grim bit the inside of his cheek, rejected yet again. But since he wanted Andrey as much more than a one-night stand, he would keep his cool and wait. As he slowly soaped up Andrey’s smooth skin, he let his gaze roam over the body that was the embodiment of Grim’s needs. His legs were lightly muscled with shapely knees and stumps that twitched whenever Andrey moved. Grim could already imagine that squishy flesh massaging his thighs and chest. He wanted to push his cock between those warm legs and leave his cum on the scars. He should have done that last night before he was banned from touching Andrey’s private parts.
That was another thing he couldn’t understand. Andrey was gay, so why would he reject the offer of a blowjob or touching? It wasn’t as if Grim was about to demand much in return if Andrey wasn’t yet ready to face his dick. The night before, Grim had even finished himself off, and he could continue to do so for as long as Andrey needed, but clearly, the bird didn’t give him that much credit.
“I’m not a perv.”
Andrey untangled his Rapunzel-long hair from a knot, and it dipped into the water in a cascade of ebony strands. Grim couldn’t help thinking that he had been a bit like the prince saving the princess from the tower. The hair was ridiculously long, and Grim wasn’t entirely sure he liked it that way, but with Andrey so critical about the shape of his legs, it wasn’t unreasonable to think that hair might be something he was vain about. And itwasnice in its own way: soft and smooth with a bit of a wave to it. It was lovely, like everything about Andrey.
“Do you watch a lot of other guys on webcam?” Andrey reached out to take the sponge out of Grim’s hand.
Grim couldn’t help but smile. “Are you jealous?”
Andrey shook his head and started scrubbing himself quickly. “I don’t know you, so no. I’m just trying to work out what else you like. Maybe I could help you hook up with a cute wheelchair boy, and you wouldn’t insist on bathing me anymore.”
Grim pressed his lips together, but he wouldn’t take his hand from between Andrey’s legs. They twitched so seductively. “I’m not desperate. There’s plenty of fish nipping at my feet.”
“I can imagine. With a dick like yours.” Andrey sighed. “Can we get a cheap wheelchair today? I don’t like being carried around.”
Grim silently accepted the compliment. “Not even a bit?” he asked, slowly moving his hand to the upper part of Andrey’s thigh, but Andrey grabbed his wrist.
“No. It makes me feel useless.” Andrey’s pale skin got a red tone on his cheeks, and it made Grim wonder how Andrey would react to sun if he’d been locked up underground for so long.
Grim would get him the best wheelchair Andrey could possibly want. Much better than the one he’d seen back in the compound. “Why don’t you use prosthetics? You prefer the wheelchair?” he asked and put his hand on Andrey’s shoulder. He couldn’t keep himself from touching all that beautiful skin. Even if he didn’t get to tease and lick the scars on Andrey’s legs for a while, at least he could have this.
“Gary didn’t want me to have them.” Andrey squeezed the sponge in his hand, spilling foam all over his chest. “I had to earn even that wheelchair. Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it. I think you have to get prosthetics made to measure anyway.”
Grim swallowed hard, dropping his hand off Andrey’s shoulder. He watched him clean himself in uneasy, nervous movements and sighed, propping his cheek on the edge of the tub. His fingers lazily trailed Andrey’s knee, and he got hot in the face just because he knew the stump was inches lower. “I knew this guy when I was a kid. He’d had an accident and lost his legs, but his family couldn’t afford the prosthetics. He was as young as me and had to stay in the house all the time.”
Andrey reached out for a towel. “Maybe that was for the better. At least he didn’t get to meet the people I did. How far away from that base are we now?” He finally looked back at Grim once he got his hair back into a knot. “We need to go far away.”
Grim slid his hand to the back of Andrey’s neck, squeezing gently. “I will take you far away. No one’s gonna hurt you again. Do you believe me?” he whispered, petting the wet hair sticking to Andrey’s neck. He wouldn’t mind that long hair touching his cock.
