Watching you (8/?)
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May 9 2010, 21:36:36 UTC
"Uhh…" I stared. He growled annoyed.
"I ask you a simple-"
"Give me two." He blinked. I nodded. "Two hundred, okay? It's fine. I haven't figured anything out, apparently. At least not something you can use." Arthur handed me the money. I took them and felt like an anti-hero doing so. The guilt must have shown on my face, for he got up and ruffled my hair.
"It's okay," he mumbled. I looked up at him, and for a second it was like I saw something in those eyes I didn't thought he had - kindness. An extreme care. But only for a second, then he pouted and looked around. "You should clean up this place."
"I don't have the time," I answered automatically like a son would answer his mom. 'I don't have time, mom, I have homework to do!' Yeah, more like WOW to do.
"I am sure you have. At least pick up your notes," Arthur sighed and bowed down to get some papers I had shoved down on the floor while hammered. But he didn't come up again. From behind the desk I could see his butt swaying hesitatingly in the air, then he sunk to his knees and disappeared completely from my sight. I got up and looked down at him. He had found something, was holding it between his hands and staring at it with eyes wide open.
"Hey? What's up, are you okay?"
"From where do you have this?"
"Have what?" I walked around the desk to kneel at his side. He was holding some crumbled piece of paper with a signature on it. He shoved it to me like he was holding a piece of God's own work.
"This.. Fucking this!" He got up and tried to straighten out the paper.
"It's just a sig."
"No, it's an autograph!"
"So what?"
"Are you mad?!" Apparently I was, for I had no idea what he was talking about. I straightened up as well and brushed my knees with a raised brow and a little smile playing on my lips. He was cute when flustered. That was all I could concentrate my thought about at the moment. I needed sex. Arthur needed an explanation. He held the paper up for me to see. "Read the name!" he demanded. I tried to take the paper to see it better, but he wouldn't let me. Instead I leaned in close and narrowed my eyes.
"Uhh.. It says Matthew Williams," I nodded. Arthur squeaked and hugged the paper close.
"From where do you know Mr. Williams?"
"He's my brother."
"You're fucking nuts!" I was confused, rather, and satisfied as Arthur grabbed me by the chin, forced me close to him. His eyes had grown to double the size, his cheeks had turned pink in excitement and his breathing had gotten unsteady. "How can the two of you be brothers? Mr. Williams is a genius, the best hockey player ever known. He can't be your brother. He's.. cute!" I laughed and sloped my head to the side. It just annoyed Arthur even more, I could see how he was about to tell me off for laughing at him, but he kept the mean words for later. Thinking back, he was probably just worried about pissing me off and having to let go of the autograph he had just gotten his hands on.
"Well, we're not just brothers. We're twins."
"I must have this!" He shoved me the paper. I felt I had seen it more than enough already.
"Just take it."
"Really!"
"Really." I chuckled. Arthur slowly folded the autograph and put it in his wallet like it was the most precious thing ever.
"I love him," he mumbled meanwhile. He was shining. "I love him so much, he's been my hero since he made it to the national hockey-team. He's perfect, he's strong, he's-"
"- crazy about maple syrup, cries when watching 'Titanic' and loves being hugged." Arthur blinked. He looked like one who would have liked to hear even more, but I said no more, just got back to my chair and took a seat. "If you like him so much, I can arrange for you to meet." Arthur's breath hitched.
"I ask you a simple-"
"Give me two." He blinked. I nodded. "Two hundred, okay? It's fine. I haven't figured anything out, apparently. At least not something you can use." Arthur handed me the money. I took them and felt like an anti-hero doing so. The guilt must have shown on my face, for he got up and ruffled my hair.
"It's okay," he mumbled. I looked up at him, and for a second it was like I saw something in those eyes I didn't thought he had - kindness. An extreme care. But only for a second, then he pouted and looked around. "You should clean up this place."
"I don't have the time," I answered automatically like a son would answer his mom. 'I don't have time, mom, I have homework to do!' Yeah, more like WOW to do.
"I am sure you have. At least pick up your notes," Arthur sighed and bowed down to get some papers I had shoved down on the floor while hammered. But he didn't come up again. From behind the desk I could see his butt swaying hesitatingly in the air, then he sunk to his knees and disappeared completely from my sight. I got up and looked down at him. He had found something, was holding it between his hands and staring at it with eyes wide open.
"Hey? What's up, are you okay?"
"From where do you have this?"
"Have what?" I walked around the desk to kneel at his side. He was holding some crumbled piece of paper with a signature on it. He shoved it to me like he was holding a piece of God's own work.
"This.. Fucking this!" He got up and tried to straighten out the paper.
"It's just a sig."
"No, it's an autograph!"
"So what?"
"Are you mad?!" Apparently I was, for I had no idea what he was talking about. I straightened up as well and brushed my knees with a raised brow and a little smile playing on my lips. He was cute when flustered. That was all I could concentrate my thought about at the moment. I needed sex. Arthur needed an explanation. He held the paper up for me to see. "Read the name!" he demanded. I tried to take the paper to see it better, but he wouldn't let me. Instead I leaned in close and narrowed my eyes.
"Uhh.. It says Matthew Williams," I nodded. Arthur squeaked and hugged the paper close.
"From where do you know Mr. Williams?"
"He's my brother."
"You're fucking nuts!" I was confused, rather, and satisfied as Arthur grabbed me by the chin, forced me close to him. His eyes had grown to double the size, his cheeks had turned pink in excitement and his breathing had gotten unsteady. "How can the two of you be brothers? Mr. Williams is a genius, the best hockey player ever known. He can't be your brother. He's.. cute!" I laughed and sloped my head to the side. It just annoyed Arthur even more, I could see how he was about to tell me off for laughing at him, but he kept the mean words for later. Thinking back, he was probably just worried about pissing me off and having to let go of the autograph he had just gotten his hands on.
"Well, we're not just brothers. We're twins."
"I must have this!" He shoved me the paper. I felt I had seen it more than enough already.
"Just take it."
"Really!"
"Really." I chuckled. Arthur slowly folded the autograph and put it in his wallet like it was the most precious thing ever.
"I love him," he mumbled meanwhile. He was shining. "I love him so much, he's been my hero since he made it to the national hockey-team. He's perfect, he's strong, he's-"
"- crazy about maple syrup, cries when watching 'Titanic' and loves being hugged." Arthur blinked. He looked like one who would have liked to hear even more, but I said no more, just got back to my chair and took a seat. "If you like him so much, I can arrange for you to meet." Arthur's breath hitched.
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