A/N: I’m editing this story and renewing it.
English is not my native language, but I try my best with the grammar. If major mistakes comes on your way, I’d appreciate if you leave a comment to point them out.
Feedback and constructive criticism is very welcomed! 🙂
It had been love at first sight. The November darkness and gloom, forgotten in the instant that he saw her. Like a spray of sun in the dusk of winter, her lively spirit and heart-warming laughter. Mischievous, but warm look in the most beautiful, honey-brown eyes.
He had been 23-years-old when they met, studying his final year at the School of Economics. Marianna, a year older, a dancer and a model, the most beautiful woman Asko had ever seen in his life. Her joyful, carefree spirit had fascinated his rational mind. Enough so, that he had been completely swept away with it, by her.
Asko’s parents hadn’t kept the relationship smart. Marianna never hesitated to express her opinions and feelings openly and his parents weren’t accustomed to such behaviour. They feared that Marianna was just after their family’s fortune. They feared that her spirits would make him forget to be reasonable enough and focus on his career path.
It had to be admitted, that for a moment he had forgotten. They had travelled, spent a passionate courtship, and by next fall, Marianna found herself pregnant. Asko’s parents thought that it had been her plan all along, to trap him. But where was the trap in having a child with the woman he loved? – Asko wondered and asked her to marry him. Nervousness of having a child that was not planned, disappeared, and turned into bursting happiness. She accepted!
Contrary to the fears of his parents, their marriage had been happy, and the birth of a son only reinforced their happiness. Marianna had been a loving, dedicated mother and Asko’s heart was full of love for both. She had enjoyed being a housewife for the first two years, and Asko had been able to complete his studies and apply for a well-paid job. His mother had finally admitted that she might have been wrong about her after all.
When Joni started day-care, Marianna went to school to study as a community nurse. She later hoped to work with children.
It had been too perfect, Asko thought later. Such happiness, such love, it was rare and overflowing. Perhaps everyone was given only a limited amount of happiness and he had received such a large amount, in those short, quickly passing years with Marianna and their son. Joni was close to turning five, when Marianna fell ill. A malignant brain tumour, that could no longer be treated. Only four months after the diagnosis, Marianna left them.
”Cancer is a diabolical disease.” Someone had said at the post-funeral memorial service. Asko had been sitting there in a trance of grief, a 29-year-old widow, their 5-year-old son in his embrace, the child clinging on to him in fear of losing another parent. In that moment it had felt like they were alone in the world.
Grief had been crippling, the most painful thing he had ever experienced, and it had been a while before he had gathered himself with the power of the promise he had given to his wife. ”I’ll take care of our son, I swear it.”
The boy had inherited his mother’s appearance and a large part of her character traits. The same impulsiveness, fieriness, suitably padded with gentleness, which the son retained for those carefully selected.
Asko loved his son and because Marianna’s loss had been so painful, he was constantly afraid to experience that loss and pain again. That fear swept inside him and at times made him overprotective towards his child.
”Your son will grow up to be a heartbreaker…” He remembered Joni’s godmother say once when the boy was still under ten. ”Gods, those eyes…” The woman had sighed in delight.
Asko had pampered the child. He had credited his busy work with expensive experiences, with various hobbies, new toys, and expensive clothes. In his spare time, he had been a dedicated father, they were close, and it took plenty of time before Asko was ready for a new relationship.
The boy had been almost ten, when Katja came into their lives. Joni hadn’t made it easy for her. However, Katja, three years younger than Asko, had been able to treat the boy differently from others who had previously tried to come between them. Katja was patient, working as a kindergarten teacher, in a profession that had also been Marianna’s dream. Katja had been an important balancer in their lives and in Joni’s upbringing.
They had married after a year of dating and Katja got pregnant soon after the wedding. Asko had done everything he could, to make sure his firstborn didn’t feel like an outsider and believed he had succeeded. The boy’s budding teens amid all new, however, were not the easiest possible. Joni had done his best to test his boundaries and their nerves.
Over the years, he had seen signs, small, subtle signs that had made him wonder about it. But the signs were not striking. As a child, the boy had tried several hobbies, from football to ice-hockey, until, at the age of nine deciding that he wanted to become a dancer like his mother. Asko had then signed him up for show-dance rehearsals, which the boy had loved in an instant.
Somewhat stereotypically, it had been the first time that Asko had considered the matter. He had heard that many children his age and younger had already experienced some sort of fascination with the opposite sex. Joni, on the other hand, had spoken admirably about the male teacher of the dance rehearsals. He had then asked his son about it, as subtly as he could. Asked if there were any nice girls in the group, but Joni had ignored his question and no longer talked much about the teacher either.
From a very young age, Joni had been interested in his appearance and what clothes he wore. Asko didn’t remember being that focused on looks in his own childhood, so it was another thing that made him wonder. Until someone told him, that times had changed and it was quite common these days, even for boys.
He sensed a certain sensitivity in his son, wrapped under an impulsive, outspoken nature. He had enough friends, both boys and girls, yet he seemed to choose his friends carefully. If Joni didn’t like someone, he couldn’t hide it, but when he did, he was a very loyal friend.
Jon had a strong self-esteem for both good and bad. In seventh grade, some older boy had teased him, calling him names, calling him a gypsy, for he had inherited the dark traits from his mother’s side. Joni had taken offence, flaring up to the other boy. They had gotten into a fight and both boys had gotten detention. Later the issue had been discussed with both parents and teacher. Later at home, Joni had revealed that the other boy had also called him gay, and Asko had sensed a watchful look in the boy’s warm brown eyes. He had wondered carefully what to answer.
”It’s a bit like… calling someone straight, isn’t it?” Asko had started uncertainly. ”I mean, it would be just as silly word to try and offend someone with, because… there’s nothing wrong with being gay either.”
Joni then looked at him thoughtfully. ”So, you really think that it would be ok?” He had finally asked.
”Of course.” Asko had nodded, smiling softly at the boy. ”We are who we are. We love who we love.” He told his son and meant it. Though he had secretly hoped his hunch would have been wrong, for he knew he would only inadvertently be more worried for him if it was.
” Good. I had a small crush on him, you see. But I don’t anymore, he’s a jerk.” Joni had then told him.
”He seems so.” Asko admitted with a soft chuckle. ”I’m glad you told me, you are dear to me just the way you are, always remember that.”
Joni had hugged him tightly and Asko answered his hug. At that moment it had felt that they had come together again after Katja and their marriage and the birth of their twins.
Joni grew up and with each year, it became clearer that he had truly inherited his mother’s beauty. Tall, dark, and handsome. At the age of 14 he got a modelling contract, following in his mother’s footsteps in that matter too. Joni was popular at school, and did not lose his popular position, even though he was openly what he was. Infatuations came and went, and as adolescence progressed, Asko’s anxiety grew. Now his son aroused interest in older men too, and questionable encounters and agreements seemed to emerge often in the modelling circles.
He had created his own trap in raising his son. A whimsical, confident teenager who was used to getting what he wanted and imagined that he could continue to get it without harm.
Asko knew he was in trouble with his son but did everything he could to protect him. At the same time, Joni was young, and life opened as an exciting adventure ahead, with all the doors still open and no monsters in sight.
”Dad?” The boy spoke with sweet tone. He stood at the kitchen’s doorway and slowly made his way further in, towards the table where his father was seated. The man looked up, smiled at the sight of him, and raised his eyebrow, both hands still holding the morning newspaper.
”Yes, Joni?” He knew that look. He knew that the boy needed or wanted something.
”I need you to sign one paper,” he explained, coming closer still, until he stood close beside him.
”What paper is it?” He asked, warily almost, looking at the paper and the pen in the boy’s hands.
”It’s just a small thing really, mere formality if you will,” the boy smiled. ”About this one gig, they’ve requested me to.” He continued, setting the paper on the table, in front of his father, giving the pen to him and pointing towards where the signature should be written.
”Hold on there, I want to know what this is about…”
”It’s nothing important, they’re just being overly careful.” The man gave his son a look of doubt, he knew him all too well by now and…
”An underwear shoot!” He practically shrieked, the boy sighed.
”Yes, as I said nothing big…” he spoke with almost bored tone.
”Nothing big! You are seventeen!”
”I’m almost an adult, dad. It’s just a gig among other gigs, this just pays really well. ”
” Well, I happen to find it very strange to ask a minor for a photoshoot like this.” He snorted.
” What is this for anyway?” He looked the paper more closely.
”For an add that will appear in some magazine.” Joni rolled his eyes.
”Look here, you don’t know what kind of pervs are reading and looking at these sorts of adds. I’m sure that they can find an adult model for it.” His father said. ”No, I will not sign this,” he pushed the paper farther away to emphasize his words. ”I will not have my seventeen-year-old son posing himself, practically nude! For some perverts to drool on!”
”Dad, get a fucking clue! This is about me being gay, isn’t it?!” The boy stomped his food on the floor.
”It’s not about that,” the man shook his head, having to lie a bit; it was partly because of it.
”First, you take away my chance to go to Paris, and now this! I wouldn’t be naked for God’s sake; I wouldn’t be posing in some porn magazine and…!”
”Enough Joni!” He gave his son a stern look. ”I am your parent, you are still under-aged and yes, whatever you will say, will not make me change my mind, you will not be doing any gigs, photo shoots, or any other, wearing so little. I am forbidding it, only your best in my mind.”
”Bullshit! I’m almost an adult! I should be free to make my own decisions!”
”I’m sorry, Joni, but an adult you are not and until you are, you will obey my word, understand?”
”God, You’re so annoying!” He screamed, took the paper, and left the room, practically running upstairs and into his room.
The man sighed heavily; he missed the time when his son had still been a child, the time when he had had him under control without much an effort. This teenage period, all this angst and drama, was slowly wearing him out.
”What was it about this time?” His wife asked, stepping into the kitchen, carrying their two-year-old daughter in her arms.
”I refused to sign a paper with my consent of letting him do an underwear shoot to some…well, whatever it was…” He explained tiredly .His wife lowered the little girl on the floor next to her, before opening the fridge. ”Tell me Katja, do you think that I’m wrong in this matter?” She looked at him, softly shaking her head.
”I would have forbidden him too,” she nodded, pouring a glass of juice for her youngest. ”Just give him some time to sulk in private, I’m sure he’ll soon get over it.” She assured.
”I hope so…” Asko sighed and got up. He walked over to his wife and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, before kneeling down to talk to his daughter.
”Will you let dad go easier when you come to that age?” He asked and the girl smiled broadly.
”I want in daddy’s arms!” The girl said reaching out her hands towards him.
”Is that a yes?” He chuckled softly when he took her and got up.
”I certainly hope so,” Katja said and smiled warmly as she looked at them.
Joni closed the door to his room with a loud bang, before walking to his computer. He felt annoyed, he would have wanted the reward they would have paid for the gig. It could have opened doors to bigger gigs as well. He wondered if he could simply forge his dad’s signature. He opened the computer, in order to start his unfinished homework. Then after a while he heard a soft knock on the door.
”Yes?” The door creaked open; his father stood at the doorway. Joni glanced at him.
”May I come in?” He asked; Joni merely nodded.
With a sigh, Asko walked closer to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
”Have you calmed down?”
”I guess…” Joni said quietly, ”I just don’t understand why you couldn’t…” he started.
”Because I’m a father and I worry. I worry for your safety.”
”But I can take care of myself, I am almost an adult!”. The father looked at him for a moment, nodded his head.
” I know it may be hard to believe, but I do remember how it was like to be at your age. The world may have changed from those times, I admit that. But I Understand how you feel, now ask you to understand my perspective. You have time to take part in these kinds of photoshoots later too, when you’re an adult, if you still want.”
Joni was quiet for a moment, looking at him. Finally, he sighed. ”Alright, I try to understand your view, even though it’s difficult.”
”Good, thank you. Would you now like to go shopping together?” He found himself suggesting, it just came out so naturally. The boy looked at him now, smiled.
”Alright, just you and me?”
”Yes,” The boy smiled wider and got up from the bed.
”Let me just shower and change quickly!”
Asko felt relieved to see him cheer up. He knew he was spoiling him too much, but he had already been doing it for so long that it wasn’t easy to stop. knew that eventually he would have to stop bribing his son like this, but he just didn’t know how to stop. The trap really was self-made
“I can’t understand why he didn’t allow it, I think he’s being overly strict. I mean; where’s the harm? I think I am old enough to make this kind of decisions.” The brat’s voice echoed from the living room and Misha couldn’t help but to groan taking off his jacket in the hall.
“But do you even really know these people? I mean…” He heard his younger brother Dima asking.
“Yes, gods, they are not some perverts, Dima, damn, you’re beginning to sound like my dad!” Misha rolled his eyes, why was it that the brat was always at their house? Seriously, he had reached the point where even his voice irritated him. He kicked off his shoes, ready to go to his room, take a shower, change and rest a bit after a long, tedious day at school.
“Yo, Vodka, you’ll be cooking today!” His thoughts were interrupted by his older brother, without him even making farther than to the hall. Another unhappy groan made it out from his mouth, couldn’t Ivo do it for once? Or Dima?
“I need a fucking rest before I change into a freaking housewife, God dammit!” He shouted back, and quickly went up the stairs.
Misha twenty-one, an university student shared a house with his two brothers, Dima who was seventeen, and Ivo, the oldest of them, thirty-one. Their parents had died six years ago in a car crash and after that Misha had moved with Dima, leaving their motherland Russia behind, to live with their eldest brother who had found a job in Finland.
Only thing he had complaints about was the sharing of household jobs. It was almost always him who had to make the dinner and though he did enjoy cooking, too much was just too much and he didn’t like to be ordered around. That was the other problem; they were just too alike with Ivo. He himself was gay, Ivo was bisexual and there had been times, too many times, that both of them had been attracted to the same person. The problem was that neither of them liked to give in easily.
Dima was straight, and he was also shier and not quite so loud as his older brothers. And he had a terrible taste in friends, or so it seemed to Misha.
After his brief shower and changing to more comfortable clothing, Misha returned downstairs. Again he was able to hear the voice that was slowly doing damage to his poor nerves. And there they sat, in front of the living room table, working with some school project that had turned out to be Misha’s great misery; the cause to bring the brat in their house where he was forced to listen to him. But he caught him at his best, quiet, reading some notes and sucking on a pencil between his full lips. Slowly the boy’s brown eyes looked up at him, hearing the arrival, small smirk made its way to his face, but never did the kid take the pencil out from his luscious mouth.
”Dima, the dinner? What would you like?” He asked, looking at his little brother and paying as little attention to his friend that was humanly possible.
“Anything will be fine.”
”Ok, cheese soup.” He nodded and continued his way into the kitchen. He shook his head as an image of the brat, sucking on the pencil refused to escape from his mind. He felt annoyed, annoyed by the fact that the brat caught his eye, annoyed to find himself thinking that the kid was sexy, annoyed by everything that was him. The kid was vain, childish… and….well, a brat.
He started chopping the vegetables, trying to drift his thoughts into something else. At school, he had been asked out by his fellow class mate, Mikael, they had been flirting for some time now and… well, the guy was sexy, a great ass, a cute face… All in all a guy he wouldn’t mind to get to know a little better.
“Dima asked me to get something to drink for us,” a voice from behind interrupted his thoughts. Je cursed mentally, turned and gave a short glare to the dark haired brat.
“Cupboard, glasses,” he lazily pointed. “Fridge, coke,”
“You don’t talk much, do you?” The kid asked and he could hear him moving about in the room.
“Nope,” He muttered, still busy with the knife. It was true that he hadn’t talked much with the boy, when he had first seen him he had found the kid, well he did have a name too; Joni, quite attractive, but that was before he had heard him speak. The brat wore expensive clothing, apparently had been booked to some model agency list and… well, the kid was good looking and he knew it all too well and seemed that his parents had spoiled him all his life, giving him too many things that he set his mind into having. Misha didn’t care for superficial people like that.
“Oh, Joni, I thought I heard your voice.” It was Ivo, “How’s the school project coming along?”
“Oh it’s coming along,” the cheery voice answered. “Slowly,” it almost sounded like he was flirting. Somehow he always managed to sound that way.
“You remembered to make enough food for our guest as well, Misha?” Ivo asked then and Misha felt glad that he had his back turned towards them, otherwise his face might have revealed too much.
”There’ll be enough soup for everyone, double servings.” He answered calmly. ”I’ll be going out anyway, so you three will have more than enough.”
“Going out?” Ivo opened the fridge and took out a bottle of beer, Misha glanced at him. “A date?” He asked casually and Misha gave him a silent nod. “Cute butt?”
“Oh, Joni, tell Dima that the dinner is ready soon.” Ivo spoke to the brat who was about to leave the room.
As soon as the kid was out of the room, Misha couldn’t help but to sigh in relief.
“He is not that bad.” Ivo commented, obviously he knew him better than what Misha would have liked him to. “And he has a cute butt, too.”
“And the ego twice the size of our house! Ivo, that’s the most vain person I’ve ever met,” Misha muttered, throwing the vegetables into the soup. “But his butt is nice, I admit it.”
“And it’s said by Mr. I Don’t Bottom,” Ivo snorted shortly, walked closer and poked his shoulder. “You treat your own ass as if it was made of gold.”
“Because it’s MY butt, as you noticed, why shouldn’t I treat it well?”
“Sheesh, I hope you’ll get some from this … whoever … just remember to use a condom … because you’re awfully snappy lately.”
”Oh, fuck off Ivo.” Misha grumbled.
The dinner was ready fast and Ivo insisted that Misha would eat with them, because they were a family. Misha hadn’t been able but to roll his eyes and walk to his room to change into his date clothes, since he wouldn’t have the time after dinner. It would take him about 2 minutes to get to the club where he’d be meeting Mikael. The thought of his butt was definitely tempting him, but as much as he loved sex, he wasn’t going to jump into mindless and pointless sex… He didn’t really do one-night stands; he had only had one of such experiences and didn’t find it that enjoyable.
After he was changed and ready he walked back downstairs and sat in front of the table to wait. Ivo called their younger brother and the brat that was his friend.
“Going out?” It was Dima who asked. “To a date?”
“Yes, it’s just a club,” he answered, starting to eat as his hunger couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t necessarily like to talk about this stuff with his younger, straight brother, who might have been ok with his older brothers having hots for guys, but he didn’t need to know the details.
“Did you finally manage to ask out this girl … what was her name?” He glanced sideways at him.
“Eva,” Dima smiled. “Yes, and we’re going out on Friday.”
“Hm, which reminds me, Joni…” Dima turned to look at his friend more closely, who in return, looked back at him with question, “…Eva’s friend, Kasper, has been asking about you, he’s interested.” To this the brat snorted, as if bored.
“Alright, Kasper who?”
“Well, her friend, the guy she always hangs around with, you know?”
“Ah, yes, him.” Misha noticed him rolling his eyes and simply continuing to eat.
“So?” Dima asked.
“Oh, yeah, hm, no.” The brat shook his head. “Not interested, sorry, he’s too… out there, you know?”
“Hm, that’s a shame, he’ll be disappointed.”
”Thinking highly of your-…” Misha started, but got kicked by Ivo under the table, quite hard as well. “… friends, I see,” he finished, re-directing his words at Dima while reaching with his hand to mess up his hair, which his brother quickly straightened.
“Uhh, Misha, cut it out, leave my hair alone for a while.” Misha laughed, noticing a pair of brown eyes watching him with a frown. He felt slightly better, returned to his dinner, tempted to tell the brat, the vain, gay brat, most obviously that with his attitude like that he wouldn’t go too far. Either he’d tempt someone not really suitable for him, or he’d end up alone. He should lower his standards.
Joni stared at the school papers and books in front of him with boredom. There was still so much to do and quite frankly he could think of thousand better ways to occupy his time with.
“I can’t understand why he didn’t allow it, I think he’s being overly strict. I mean; where’s the harm? I think I am old enough to make this kind of decisions.” He sighed, his friend looked at him, thoughtfully.
“But do you even really know these people? I mean…”
“Yes, gods, they are not some perverts, Dima, damn you’re beginning to sound like my dad!” He rolled his eyes, “I’m merely saying that this would have been a great opportunity to me, I could have gotten paid handsomely, but as always, my father is over protective and-” he took a pause, “you know he’s treating me like I was some bloody girl!” He said then.
“You’re father is just worried Joni, and I’m not surprised, there are lots of… wrong people out there, ready to take an advantage of…um… young people, like yourself and…”
“Dima,” Joni interrupted him once more with a sigh. “This was not like that, of course I would make sure, I know how to take care of myself, and that’s why I’m thinking that I’ll forge his signature.” He grinned. Dima was about to open his mouth to speak when…
“Yo, Vodka, you’ll be cooking today!” Ivo’s voice, followed by:
“I need a fucking rest before I change into a freaking housewife, God dammit!”
Dima shook his head, rolled his eyes. “Here we go again,” he muttered with a smile. Joni looked up, hoping he might see Dima’s second brother, but it seemed that he had fled upstairs far too quickly.
“And Joni, I don’t think that it’s a good idea to forge his signature, what if you get caught?”
“I won’ get caught,” Joni merely grinned. Dima looked at him with doubt but let the go of the issue seeing his friend’s attention back on their school project.
20 minutes later, Joni heard the approaching steps and looked up, the pencil he had been sucking on while concentrating on studying still in his mouth. He smirked at the sight of the tall, well build blond.
”Dima, the dinner? What would you like?” He asked, looking at Dima and obviously trying to avoid looking at him
“Anything will be fine.” Dima replied, returning to read his notes.
“OK, cheese soup.” Joni watched him disappearing into the kitchen, annoyed by the fact that the older guy seemed to ignore him every time. Joni wasn’t used to being ignored. Usually he got lots of attention whether he wanted it or not and he definitely wanted Misha’s attention. Deep down he knew that Dima’s gay brother must have wanted him as well and he was determined to prove it to himself. He loved challenges.
Joni had found Misha attractive from the first day he saw him. He had been fifteen at the time and he hadn’t seen more attractive man, ever. Joni just couldn’t live with the fact that Misha would continue to ignore him. Everyday he became more determined in his plan to seduce him and then when he would succeed he would turn the tables and say; thanks but no thanks. Just to pay back at him. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was how he would seduce Misha, when the man seemed to be determined, in return, to ignore him
“I’m kinda thirsty,” Joni spoke, lowering his pen down, his friend looked at him.
“Hm, we have some coke in the fridge, could you get a glass for me as well?” Dima asked.
“Sure,” smiling, he got up and made his way into the kitchen.
Once inside, he stood a moment without moving, just looking at the blond man with his back turned against him. The guy was tall, all three brothers were, but especially the two oldest. They were also well build, making Joni feel small, a feeling that he wasn’t sure if he liked.
“Dima asked me to get something to drink for us,” He finally spoke out. The Russian turned to look at him, but only briefly.
“Cupboard, glasses,” he pointed. “Fridge, coke,”
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Joni asked, once again feeling slight frustration with the fact that his mission proved to be rather difficult.
“Nope,” The blond muttered, continuing to chop the vegetables.
“Oh, Joni, I thought I heard your voice.” Joni turned and spotted the oldest brother, who was even more intimidating by his size. “How’s the school project coming along?”
“Oh it’s coming along,” He smiled, looking at the man with curiosity. “Slowly,” he added with a grin. The oldest brother seemed easier to impress than the younger, even though it was quite discreet the way the man looked at him, Joni could still see that the man was, indeed, looking at his body in an approving manner. This proved his confidence.
“You remembered to make enough food for our guest as well, Misha?” Ivo asked, still looking at him and smiling. Yes, much easier indeed.
“There’ll be enough soup for everyone, double servings.” Misha answered calmly. “I’ll be going out anyway, so you three will have more than enough.” To this Joni’s ears perked up.
“Going out?” The older opened the fridge and took out a beer. “A date?” To this the other blond nodded.
“Oh, Joni, tell Dima that the dinner is ready soon.” Waking from his thoughts Joni flashed a smile to Ivo.
So Misha was going out on a date? Who ever this guy was, he couldn’t have been better than him. Joni thought to himself. And no, he wouldn’t let a simple, stupid date ruin his plan to seduce the guy. He could do it, he wanted to do it, he was slowly becoming obsessed with it. He smiled when he thought of the day when the guy would be madly in love with him, and he would get to tell him; sorry, not interested. Oh he couldn’t wait!
After about 20 minutes, the dinner was set and they came to sit in front of the table, where the two other already were.
“Going out?” Dima asked, “To a date?” He wasn’t the only one to notice the change of clothing that Misha had had.
“Yes, it’s just a club,” Joni cursed silently that he was still very much 17, which meant that he couldn’t get to clubs, although… there were other ways too, weren’t there?
“Did you finally manage to ask out this girl … what was her name?” Misha asked Dima, again managing to avoid looking at him.
“Eva,” Dima told him, “yes, and we’re going out on Friday.”
“That’s nice.” Joni was lost in his thoughts, trying to think of some kind of plan, if he would manage to seduce Misha, then he could seduce just about anyone. He needed to do this-
“Hm, which reminds me, Joni….” Hearing his own name, Joni looked up to his friend. “…Eva’s friend, Kasper, has been asking about you, he’s interested.” He snorted with boredom, not feeling at all surprised or curious.
“Alright, Kasper who?” he decided to ask, seeming that this was what his friend was expecting and then he realised that this was actually good, it would help Dima’s brother to see how wanted he was!
“Well, her friend, the guy she always hangs around with, you know?”
“Ah, yes, him.” He rolled his eyes, remembering now who they were talking about; a guy with no challenge what so ever.
“So?” Dima asked.
“Oh, yeah, hm, no.” he shook his head. “Not interested, sorry, he’s too… out there, you know?” Yes, too gay and too…needy? Like a leech?
“Hm, that’s a shame, he’ll be disappointed.”
“Thinking highly of your-…” Misha started, and Joni looked up, seeing the man glancing at him “… friends, I see,” he finished, re-directing his words at Dima, which made Joni suspicious. He was almost certain that he had wanted to say something else entirely, something about him. He reached out to mess Dima’s hair.
“Uhh, Misha, cut it out, leave my hair alone for a while.” Dima complained to which the older one laughed. Again their eyes met for a brief second, Joni couldn’t help but to frown, he wanted to ask what it was that he had wanted to say, but then again, he wasn’t sure if he would really want to hear it.
But whatever it was, it only made him more determined; one day, he thought. One day.
Web published: December 16th, 2007.
My Secret Shore