understand.
Pavel sighed and pointed the torch at the bin hinges. "It's Polish. I can't believe you can't hear the difference in accent," he muttered absentmindedly, picking at the tangle of hair.
"Oh, yeah? You so smart?" Aiden turned his head, looking at Pavel's face from just inches away. "I'm mixed-race you know. Go on, have a look. Where was my Nan from?" He knew it wasn't obvious, but would hopefully get Pavel interested. His dark, thick hair and the cool, olive tint to his skin would have him thinking. Armenian was no one's first guess. The look Pavel gave him was obviously meant as a quick glance, but it lingered just for a second too long.
"Why would I care? I'm still calling the police."
Aiden sighed in relief when he felt the last of his dreads yanked out from between the hinges. "Look, I really can't get into trouble with the police right now. Can't we work something out?"
Pavel groaned, closing the container, and took hold of Aiden's shoulder once more. "I can hardly imagine you bribing me if you need to steal food from the rubbish."
"I've got other things I can trade..." Aiden knew it was a thin line to cross, but he was sure Pavel gave him a longer look than a Kinsey '0' would. "I could show you how a guy gives head. No one would have to know." He kept his eyes on his captor's, hoping it would hypnotise him. His experience with straight boys told him many were up for experiments as long as the deed stayed a secret. It wasn't desperation that drove Aiden, though. He wouldn't mind sucking the guy off one bit. He might as well kill two birds with one stone.
The hand on his shoulder tightened, and Pavel switched off the torch. All they could hear was the distant hum of a nearby highway, and when Aiden started anticipating the chirp of cicadas in the background, Pavel cleared his throat.
"I do know how men give head."
Oh. Ker-ching!
"Do you?" Aiden's grin instantly widened, and he took his time to look from Pavel's broad shoulders all the way to his groin. No detail was revealed in the dark, though, with the black trousers looking like a solid mass. Oh, well. Good things come to those who wait.
"You can't bribe me. Let's go." Pavel's breath came out raspy enough for Aiden to chuckle. Their eyes met for a second before the guard broke the contact, gently tugging him towards the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you a flowers-and-dinner kind of guy?" Aiden snorted. For the time being, he decided to follow, but he would fight tooth and nail not to get into the building.
The scowl on Pavel's face was hard to decipher. Was he weighing his options?
"I'm the 'whatever' kind of guy, not that it matters."
"Why doesn't it?" Aiden swallowed. The closer they were getting to the back door, the more set on making a run for it he was. He couldn't afford to get in trouble again.
"I don't need some thief to suck me to get head." Pavel gritted his teeth hard enough for him to hear, and the grip he had on Aiden's arm tightened, as if he anticipated a struggle for escape.
"It's not stealing if it's in the rubbish. Seriously!" Aiden yanked his arm back as soon as they reached the thick, metal door. He was not getting pulled into the lion's den!
The streetlights melted into a bright line, and he was slammed into the steel wall with Pavel's tense arms holding him in place. "I know karate, so don't even try!"
Aiden whimpered in shock. "Oy! Is that 'reasonable force'!? I know my rights!" This was not going as planned.
Pavel narrowed his eyes, swallowing. "It is, because you were trying to run."
"Oh, yeah? What if I try to blow you against your will?" Aiden couldn't help a laugh and reached out to squeeze Pavel's groin. And just like that, the hands were gone and the guard pulled back, dodging the attack. Pavel's shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath he took.
"Go." He bit his lip and moved his torch against the service belt, cursing beneath his breath when it wouldn't fall in place.
Aiden took a quick two steps away,
Pavel sighed and pointed the torch at the bin hinges. "It's Polish. I can't believe you can't hear the difference in accent," he muttered absentmindedly, picking at the tangle of hair.
"Oh, yeah? You so smart?" Aiden turned his head, looking at Pavel's face from just inches away. "I'm mixed-race you know. Go on, have a look. Where was my Nan from?" He knew it wasn't obvious, but would hopefully get Pavel interested. His dark, thick hair and the cool, olive tint to his skin would have him thinking. Armenian was no one's first guess. The look Pavel gave him was obviously meant as a quick glance, but it lingered just for a second too long.
"Why would I care? I'm still calling the police."
Aiden sighed in relief when he felt the last of his dreads yanked out from between the hinges. "Look, I really can't get into trouble with the police right now. Can't we work something out?"
Pavel groaned, closing the container, and took hold of Aiden's shoulder once more. "I can hardly imagine you bribing me if you need to steal food from the rubbish."
"I've got other things I can trade..." Aiden knew it was a thin line to cross, but he was sure Pavel gave him a longer look than a Kinsey '0' would. "I could show you how a guy gives head. No one would have to know." He kept his eyes on his captor's, hoping it would hypnotise him. His experience with straight boys told him many were up for experiments as long as the deed stayed a secret. It wasn't desperation that drove Aiden, though. He wouldn't mind sucking the guy off one bit. He might as well kill two birds with one stone.
The hand on his shoulder tightened, and Pavel switched off the torch. All they could hear was the distant hum of a nearby highway, and when Aiden started anticipating the chirp of cicadas in the background, Pavel cleared his throat.
"I do know how men give head."
Oh. Ker-ching!
"Do you?" Aiden's grin instantly widened, and he took his time to look from Pavel's broad shoulders all the way to his groin. No detail was revealed in the dark, though, with the black trousers looking like a solid mass. Oh, well. Good things come to those who wait.
"You can't bribe me. Let's go." Pavel's breath came out raspy enough for Aiden to chuckle. Their eyes met for a second before the guard broke the contact, gently tugging him towards the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you a flowers-and-dinner kind of guy?" Aiden snorted. For the time being, he decided to follow, but he would fight tooth and nail not to get into the building.
The scowl on Pavel's face was hard to decipher. Was he weighing his options?
"I'm the 'whatever' kind of guy, not that it matters."
"Why doesn't it?" Aiden swallowed. The closer they were getting to the back door, the more set on making a run for it he was. He couldn't afford to get in trouble again.
"I don't need some thief to suck me to get head." Pavel gritted his teeth hard enough for him to hear, and the grip he had on Aiden's arm tightened, as if he anticipated a struggle for escape.
"It's not stealing if it's in the rubbish. Seriously!" Aiden yanked his arm back as soon as they reached the thick, metal door. He was not getting pulled into the lion's den!
The streetlights melted into a bright line, and he was slammed into the steel wall with Pavel's tense arms holding him in place. "I know karate, so don't even try!"
Aiden whimpered in shock. "Oy! Is that 'reasonable force'!? I know my rights!" This was not going as planned.
Pavel narrowed his eyes, swallowing. "It is, because you were trying to run."
"Oh, yeah? What if I try to blow you against your will?" Aiden couldn't help a laugh and reached out to squeeze Pavel's groin. And just like that, the hands were gone and the guard pulled back, dodging the attack. Pavel's shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath he took.
"Go." He bit his lip and moved his torch against the service belt, cursing beneath his breath when it wouldn't fall in place.
Aiden took a quick two steps away,
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