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Lights came on automatically as they came to the end of the tunnel, illuminating a small parking area and an elevator. Guy's motorcycle was parked to one side as was an early 1960's black Cadillac that appeared to be in perfect condition.
Tigger knew his eyes were the size of saucers.
Who lives like this?
he wondered as they stepped into the gleaming elevator.
The ride was fast. Before he knew it the elevator doors swished open and he followed Guy into a wide well-lit hallway. The floor was polished marble with green veins. There was a small table made of various types of wood, fitted together in an intricate pattern. It looked more like artwork than a functional piece, but Guy pulled out a drawer and tossed his keys into it. Then he set his phone on it next to a large vase of fresh flowers. Tigger could see Guy's face reflected in the tall gilded mirror that hung above the table. His expression had gone back to the forbidding, tight-lipped mask that he usually wore. Tigger wondered what had happened in his past to make him so closed-off. He longed to crack that hard shell and see the smiling version of Guy. He'd only caught glimpses of the softer, caring man who was buried under all that stone.
Opening a closet door, Guy shrugged out of his jacket, and then he sat down on a mahogany chair to remove his boots and socks. Tigger could not help but stare at his large, broad feet. They were perfectly shaped with a smattering of dark hairs on them. He had never thought of himself as having a foot fetish, but there was definitely something erotic about Guy's feet.
Glancing up at Tigger, Guy said, "You'd better take off your shoes or Consuela will have your hide." He tossed his boots and socks into the hall closet.
Consuela?
A small lump formed in Tigger's throat.
He's probably so far in the closet he has a girlfriend.
He was afraid to ask. He toed off his tennis shoes and shuffled them into the closet. The marble floor was surprisingly warm beneath his stocking feet. Turning back around, he saw Guy disappearing through an opening at the end of the hallway. Tigger followed and stopped short on the threshold of a huge room, looking around in wonder.
*****
Guy turned and watched Mel come slowly into the room, his huge eyes trying to take in everything at once. He looked a little overwhelmed by the space.
Guy knew the house was impressive, but he'd gotten used to it. He tried to see how it would look from Mel's eyes. The room was so spacious it seemed sparsely furnished, although it wasn't really. There was a black leather couch with two matching arm chairs, and an iron and glass coffee table and end tables. Floor to ceiling bookshelves lined a wall and a white brick fireplace dominated one side of the room. The far end held the mahogany dining room table and a matching sideboard. The white marble flooring from the front hall continued into the great room. The only color came from the abstract art on the walls, a few blown glass sculptures, and the fresh flowers on the dining room table.
"Holy shit, you're rich!" Mel's voice was full of awe.
It's just money.
"It's corporate housing," Guy said with a shrug and a small smile.
"Corporate housing? Seriously? I guess you really don't work for the government," Mel said with a laugh. Just then his eyes focused on the far wall that was made almost entirely of glass. He went immediately to the massive sliding door and yanked on the handle.
Guy stepped up to the wall nearest the door and punched a code into a small panel. There was a soft click and the door yielded to Mel's tug, sliding back silently.
"Oh wow!" Mel said as he stepped out onto the porch. The broad deck ran along the whole outside of the house which was built into a cliff wall. Lights twinkled in the distance across the dark water.
Guy followed him out. It was raining lightly and the wind picked up the tiny droplets and hurled them at the men, whipping the hair away from Mel's face. The young man tilted his head back and laughed with abandon. Guy couldn't help a broad answering smile. His jaw ached with the unfamiliar movement. He had smiled more in the last hour than he'd had in months.
"This is so awesome!" Mel said. "Unless you were just right out there in a boat you'd never know your house was here. Do you even have any neighbors?"
"No one close. The property is on four acres."
"Four acres of waterfront property on Mercer Island? I can't even imagine how much that costs."
"My company is well-funded," Guy said modestly.
Mel shivered and Guy ushered him back inside with a hand on the small of his back. Mel leaned into his touch like a cat responding to a loving caress. He could feel the warmth of the young man under his fingers. An electrical charge ran up his arm, igniting a fire in his core, and heat swelled in his chest triggering a storm of emotion.
Mine!
Guy snatched his hand away almost as if he'd been burned, but almost immediately he reached out and gently grabbed Mel's arm to keep him standing on the small rug just inside the door. Once again the touch sparked between them. Guy caught a whiff of Mel's scent: clean skin with a hint of lavender soap, citrus from his hair, and underneath a heady muskiness that was virile young man. Mel looked up at him, his wide aqua eyes shining with pleasure, his full lips slightly parted.
Desire slammed into Guy like a punch in the gut, causing him to gasp for air. He immediately let go of Mel's arm.
Do not touch! Do not touch!
he repeated to himself in a daze as he stumbled a few feet away. He needed distance or he'd lose complete control. In two short seconds his cock had become uncomfortably hard.
He took a deep breath and turned back to look at Mel who was staring at him with longing in his eyes. "Wipe your feet," he commanded in a rough voice. Noticing Mel's sopping socks, he added, "Take your socks off. Don't get mud on the floor."
"Consuela?" Mel asked in a tight voice. The contentment he had radiated only moments earlier vanished. He looked around apprehensively, as if expecting a she-demon to appear at any moment.
"She's not here right now," Guy assured him, "but she'll be here first thing in the morning, and if you've gotten the floors dirty she'll string you up by your fingernails."
"Oh," Mel said in a small voice.
"Let me show you the rest of the house." Guy led the way into a spacious kitchen. It was separated from the main room by rich wood panels that could slide back and make the kitchen part of the great room. The setup was useful for entertaining, but he never opened them. The immaculate kitchen had granite countertops, gleaming appliances, and state-of-the art lighting and fixtures.
"You can make yourself at home. There's food and stuff." Guy waved a hand in the direction of the pantry as he passed through the kitchen and out the far door which led back into the front hall. He turned to point out a small bathroom and realized he'd lost Mel in the kitchen.
Poking his head back through the doorway, he couldn't help but smile. His angel was standing in the middle of the space, turning slowly around, taking everything in. Guy couldn't help but notice how well Mel's tight jeans accentuated his shapely ass. His still-swollen cock throbbed.
Seeing Guy, Mel said, "Make myself at home? How long do you think I'll be here?"
"Until I eliminate Valjevo."
Mel's eyes widened. "How long will that take?" His voice quavered slightly.
The reality of the situation suddenly hit Guy: he could potentially have Mel living in his house for a long time. Given his current state after only ten minutes of having Mel in his home, how would he be able to control himself over an extended period? He swallowed hard before replying, "Days, weeks, months. I don't know."
"Months?" Mel's face registered shock. "How am I going to get to work from here?"
"You're not. You can't go to work. You can't leave. You must stay here until I eliminate him."
"What?" Mel's voice was shrill. "I can't stay here for months! I can't just drop out of my life. I have classes. I have work. I'm going home, back to Centralia, over Fourth of July."
"You'll have to put everything on hold for now. I'm sorry. I'll take care of him as fast as I can, but I can't promise it will be soon."
"I can't even visit my mom?"
