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Snap Judgment	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
***Warnings: Language, slight yaoi, masterbation, bullying
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic
Chapter 3
Gilbert arrived back home and parked the Mustang in the three-car garage. He saw both the maid and the chef leaving the house through the garage door. As he exited the car, he had to reach into the back to take out the six-pack of beer he bought. Gilbert smiled at the man and woman as they came down the cement steps to leave. He was surprised to see the chef here since 'Mr. Wonderful' was at the cocktail party. "Heading out already, you two?" Gilbert grinned. "What brings you here, Mr. Barkley?"
The young chef smiled, fixing his scarf. "Oh, well, I called Mr. Callaghan to see if you would both be out for the cocktail party. He told me that you were staying home and that I should come over to make you something to eat."
Gilbert scoffed. "I appreciate it, Barkie." That was the nickname he gave the young man. "I hate how he still makes you come all the way over here in the cold just feed me when I'm capable of doing it myself."
"It's no problem at all, Mr. Beilschmidt."
Cornelia spoke next. "I changed the bed sheets and washed Mandy's bed cover. She has been fed and I took her out."
"Awesome! Glad to have you guys around!" He gave them a thumbs up, but then noticed how they were staring at the beer. "I won't tell if you won't."
"Of course we won't," replied Mr. Barkley. "But you know how Mr. Callaghan feels about beer and…" he nervously gestured to his own eye.
Gilbert knew that he was referring to the black eye. The workers knew a little too much about what went on the house, but then again there was no way to help it. "No worries. I got it under control." He gave them a cheesy grin. "Trust me, he'll get drunk and leave with some cocktail waitress and grab a hotel room. I'm in the clear." He noticed the two glancing at each other, yet they never said anything. Both of them knew better. "Thanks again for your help. Couldn't do it without you! See you tomorrow!"
They both waved at Gilbert as he went into the house, then Cornelia leaned into whisper, "I'll have to come early tomorrow and make sure the bottles are hidden properly in the recycling."
Mr. Barkley nodded. "I feel so guilty for keeping silent but…"
"I know. When Mr. Beilschmidt is ready then he will handle it. That's for the best."
/
Mandy eagerly greeted Gilbert when he came in to the mudroom, wagging her tail and spinning in a circle. Gilbert just laughed and rubbed her head, bending to his knees to nuzzle her. She whined happily and licked his ear but like usual, she tried to nibble at the ruby stud in his ear. He carefully batted her away and they went into the kitchen. He tossed her a treat from the doggie jar then went over to the island to see what was cooked. Gilbert understood and respected all of their chef's hard work, but the man made ANYTHING 'Mr. Wonderful' told him to. Barkley knows that he hates cauliflower, but there it was mixed in with some vegetable casserole. He would have to just eat around it and toss the white lumps of horror into the garbage disposal. "Or better yet…" he smiled at Mandy "still hungry, girl?"
While Mandy feasted happily on a pile of flavored cauliflower, Gilbert lazily picked at the casserole. While it was good there was still very little flavor. He hated diet food. Instead, he went into the refrigerator and searched for the shredded cheese. Finding the bag he sprinkled some on top to add delicious flavor. He saved the rest and took his first beer into the living room. Flopping in the recliner, Gilbert put his feet up, scratched his belly, and burped with a grin of satisfaction. He popped the beer open and went channel surfing for the next hour or so.
Shortly into his night, Gilbert saw headlights shine through the main bay window through the curtains. Frowning, he got up with his beer and peeked out, seeing his lover's car. Gilbert almost dropped the bottle as he started to panic. "Shit! Shit, shit, SHIT!" He first ran to the kitchen and buried the three bottles as far down as possible. With the remaining beers in the cardboard carrier Gilbert hurried away from the window. He beckoned Mandy to go upstairs, which she was ready to do when hearing the motor outside. Gilbert used the basement railing to slide down for a quicker descent. Hiding the beers under the couch he darted to the bathroom, stuck his fingers down his throat, and vomited the beer into the toilet. Once he was clear he rinsed his mouth out with water since mouthwash would be too obvious. Gilbert flushed the toilet and gave himself a quick squirt of body spray to mask the scent. And it was just in time too, for he could hear the boss calling his name. Trembling, Gilbert took out the bottle of Valium and swallowed one. He was going to need it.
/
Ivan sat at his computer with a vodka drink in his hand while surfing the internet pages for Gilbert. Since he was a photographer he knew just where and how to look for certain images. Ivan was currently scrolling through Gilbert's own webpage, which was filled with photos and quotes. There was even a list of all the magazines Gilbert had modeled for in the extra button. Ivan, of course, wrote them all down to search on ebay later, or see if he could obtain some from the companies. It's all about whom you know, and Ivan knew many people.
His dreams would be full of Gilbert tonight due to the endless amounts of pictures he was saving. He even had to make a folder for all of the pictures. Ivan was well aware that he was acting like a stalker, but at the moment he couldn't have the man he wanted. The man he wanted wrongfully belonged to another and had to be stolen away. Ivan smirked at the idea of being a 'knight in shining armor' as he rode in to rescue Gilbert. Then he imaged what the scene would look like if it were a romance novel cover. He giggled excitedly and downed the rest in the glass. Ivan pictured himself dressed as a regal knight with Gilbert as his war prize, or slave, to be properly loved and become a royal. He wondered how much Gilbert was into role-playing now that Ivan had these thoughts. No matter what it took, Ivan was determined to get Gilbert away from that man and have him as his own.
"Once I break through all of these defenses I will find a different person. And then we can build a relationship together."
He finished his drink and headed to bed, turning off all of the lights save for the one above the oven. Once under the covers he used the remote to turn his iPod player on to the 'soothing sounds' playlist. Ivan preferred to fall asleep with simple sounds like the rainforest or the ocean. Yet his dreams weren't pleasant or relaxing. Being near Gilbert again had brought back many feelings and memories that had been suppressed over the years. Now they were invading his dreams.
"3 serving 1!" shouted one of the opposing teammates.
Ivan saw the volley ball coming his way and quickly got into position to bump it. Sadly, his aim (as usual) was off and it bounced to one of his teammates. The student bumped it back, but it came towards Ivan again. Ivan tried to hit it but the neon yellow ball bounced against the net and fell.
"For Christ's sake, Ivan!" shouted Gilbert from the server's position. "You're a big hulking Yeti and you can't hit that ball over the net?" The gym teacher blew her whistle, scolding Gilbert for using foul language.
"I did try, Gilbert," Ivan said with a pout.
"Well, try harder! How do I always get stuck with YOU on my team?"
"4 serving 1! Heads up!" The other student served the ball. Ivan was able to miss a few of them, his teammates eagerly jumping in front of him.
But then all the students suddenly disappeared and there was only Ivan left in the large gym. He looked around, the whole area completely empty…except for one person. Gilbert.
Gilbert had the elastic of his adidas pants rolled down far below his navel to expose the beginning lines of the 'v' leading to his groin. The band t-shirt was missing so all that could be seen was the pale muscled chest. Gilbert was in his teenage body, just as Ivan was. The albino moved to the pole separating the two nets to grip it firmly. Pink eyes gazed teasingly at Ivan as the limber body spun around the pole, arching at the waist to show off the perfect form. Ivan grinned as he hurried over to the dancing beauty to scoop him up. Gilbert laughed as he was thrown over Ivan's shoulder while the larger man hurried off with him. The gym was split by a wall and on the other side was wrestling mats. Ivan tossed Gilbert onto it face first before taking position behind him. There were no pleas or cries of protest from Gilbert as Ivan lowered the sports' pants to his knees. Ivan gripped the soft globes of white while pulling the man onto his cock. Both shuddered at the feeling of perfect entry, but it was Gilbert who started to move himself on Ivan.
"Fuck me, Ivan! Don't stop!" Ivan found himself silence except for the constant stream of grunts and groans. "You're fat down 'there' too!" Gilbert looked over his shoulder at Ivan with an obnoxious smirk and faced flushed with pleasure.
Ivan growled and pulled out only to flip the white form over and enter Gilbert once again. But this time he wrapped his hands around Gilbert's neck and squeezed tight, forcing the other to choke out a gasp as the thrusting continued. Ivan had to use his hands to steady himself more so he replaced them with his arm slung heavily over Gilbert's pale neck. He was able to balance with one hand as he pounded into the other, now having complete power of him.
The sound of his cell phone ringing forced him awake from the dream and he was slightly confused. In a daze he fumbled for phone on the bedside table. Looking at the screen when he picked it showed an unknown number. Ivan was still in shock over his wet dream and for a moment he took notice of his raging hard-on under the sheets. Still, he picked up the phone and answered with a 'hello'.
'Ivan? It's Gilbert.'
Ivan blinked. "Gilbert? How did you get my cell number?" Very few had his personal cell phone number.
'Oh, um, there was a bunch of your information in a file on my boyfriend's desk. Just like… the contract and info stuff, I don't fucking know.'
He sat up in the bed. "Is anything wrong? You sound panicked."
'Pfft! Me? Hell no! I never panic!' Ivan knew that was a lie. 'Anyway, I was just calling to tell you not to come today if you were planning to.'
"Not come? Why not?"
'Well, I'm not feeling too good and I want to rest. If you're free tonight and I'm feeling better then maybe I'll give you call?'
Ivan was growing suspicious. "Yes, I am free tonight. What are you sick with?"
'What are you, my doctor? It's none of your business what I'm sick with!'
"I was only concerned for you."
'Well don't be! I hardly know you! Schoolmates or not, you are NOT my friend!'
"Gilbert, you're panicking. What is the matter?"
'Ugh! Are you a head-shrinker now? I said not to worry about it!'
'A head shrinker?' Ivan sighed. 'Oh, he meant a psychologist.' "I would like to be your friend, Gilbert."
'But we have nothing in common.'
"Sure we do!"
'ARGH! I don't CARRRE! I couldn't care any less about you! Forget about taking pictures of me today!' There was a 'beep' to signal the end of the call. Ivan put the phone down now realizing his erection was gone.
He sneered. "I bet that bastard boss did something to him. Well, I'm going over there anyway."
/
"Why the hell is he here?" Gilbert sneered from the spare bedroom window. He saw Ivan's car pulling up the driveway. "CORNELIA!" He heard the maid's rushed footsteps.
"Yes? What is it?"
He sneered at her. "Ivan is here! When you answer the door tell him to LEAVE!"
"I will, but…"
"But what?"
She looked a bit nervous. "Mr. Braginski can be…a little threatening."
Gilbert narrowed his gaze. "He hasn't threatened you, has he? If he did I'll take ugly Ming vase in the hall to his head!"
"No! No, he hasn't done anything like that but…" she cleared her throat. "It's nothing. I apologize. I'll tell him to leave."
Gilbert moved to the top of the steps to listen to the conversation. He was really surprised that Ivan had come over at all. Last night had been a major shock since 'Mr. Wonderful' never comes home early from a party. Gilbert was certain he would go home with a lady friend, which would have let him be free for the evening. Despite all of his efforts to hide the beer, the man had smelled it in the air and grew angry. Gilbert had tried to defend himself but the Valium had already begun to work and it weakened him. Not that he could really fight back against the larger man anyway. Gilbert couldn't risk losing everything he had just because he decided to take a swing. If he simply begged for forgiveness and said he was sorry, then his boss would stop. Usually it turned into sex right after but the older man was too drunk for it, so Gilbert was spared. The ONLY man he would belittle himself to is his boss, and none other.
"Good morning, Mr. Braginski." He heard Cornelia say. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Beilschmidt cannot see you today. I'm sorry you made the trip here."
"Oh, he did call me earlier to say but I was hoping he would see me anyway. I would love to catch up on some old high school days with him!"
Gilbert made a silent gagging motion with his face.
"I'm sure Mr. Beilschmidt would be delighted, but I'm afraid today is not a good day. I will let him know. Thank you for stopping by."
"But wait, I have a few of the pictures I printed out of Gilbert and I want him to see them. I want him to pick out the best ones for his boyfriend." Gilbert felt a shiver go up his spin at the mention of his boyfriend. That was probably part of the contract. As much as he hated to do it, Gilbert knew he had to see Ivan. No reason to anger his boyfriend further.
"Wait a minute!" Gilbert called, coming down the steps. He was grateful for the black turtleneck that covered up the bruises from last night. "Couldn't help but over hear you two. Let him in, Cornelia."
The older woman stood aside and let Ivan enter. Ivan, in a polite manner, removed the ushanka off of his head. He smiled. "Good morning to you, Gilbert! Are you feeling better at all?"
"Yeah. Sure." He cleared his throat. "Cornelia, would you mind making us some coffee and bringing it to the garden room?" The woman left to do so and Gilbert turned back to Ivan. "So, you have pictures?"
Ivan took an envelope out from his bag. "Well, these are simple copies I printed out from my computer just so you can get an idea of how you want them. Touchups or the like, ya feel me?" Ivan grinned. Gilbert frowned.
"Don't ever say that again." Ivan looked sheepish.
"I was trying to be cool like you." 'Appeal to the other's better nature.'
Gilbert laughed. "Cool like me? In your dreams, polar bear! No one can match the extreme awesome that IS Gilbert Beilschmidt!"
"Well, can you be awesome and I be cool?"
"No way! I hold BOTH those titles! You're just a nerd! Now come with me."
Ivan followed his walking wet dream to the garden room, which was a small, screened in glass patio. The room barely had any actual plants to be considered a 'garden room', but it was close enough. There was a floral pattern futon, some white whicker chairs, and a white rod iron bistro set. The view from the window wall was the forest behind the house. Ivan pictured being in this room when it was snowing for it would make a beautiful sight. But there was no sight more beautiful than Gilbert taking a seat on the rod iron chair. Ivan smiled at the sight, remembering the dream from last night and purring low.
"You gonna sit or what?"
"Ah, yes." Ivan placed the envelope on the glass tabletop and took the other seat. "Go ahead and look at them. Tell me what you think."
Gilbert took the photos and looked at them, gazing at each one for a moment or two. Cornelia brought them the coffee along with some tea cookies. "Hm. These are just basic prints but they look pretty good. You do have a good eye."
"Thank you!" Ivan smiled. "Which one is your favorite?"
"Which one is yours?"
"All of them." Gilbert looked at him and Ivan quickly hid his blush behind his scarf.
"Boy, my nose is cold!" Ivan chuckled.
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "It's 75 in here." He tossed the pictures onto the table. "Look, I get gawked at no matter where I go. You're not the first guy to be attracted to me, so I get it."
"What if I just want to be friends?"
"That wouldn't be a good idea. My lover doesn't like too many men around me. It's weird enough he's allowing THIS." He pointed to the pictures.
"Well, Mr. Callaghan is a very, very lucky man. But I'm sure you've heard that?"
Gilbert became tense and looked outside. "Yeah, he's lucky all right." 'But I'm the lucky one…to have everything I want.'
"What do you love about him?" Ivan asked. "I would love to know what it takes to have a…ah, shall we say, hot little bombshell like you on my arm? Why, with some many men chasing after you, Mr. Callaghan must be doing something special!" Now was his chance to read through Gilbert's false emotions, if he could express any.
"He makes me happy. And I haven't been happy in a long, long time, okay? No more talk about my boss-boyfriend."
Ivan sipped his coffee. "Very well. However, I am awfully curious about something."
Gilbert shrugged. "Go ahead, say what you want."
"I was just wondering why someone like Mr. Callaghan would allow you, his lover and boyfriend, to model in provocative magazines?" Ivan saw he had struck a nerve in Gilbert but continued talking. "I wouldn't want anyone seeing the person I love being naked or acting provocatively. That would only be for me. Does that not bother your boyfriend?"
The albino shoved a cookie in his mouth. "No, it doesn't. And it doesn't bother me either! You see, I've spoken to him about this early in our relationship, and you know what he said? He said that it pleases him to know how so many men admire and lust after me, but yet HE is the only one who can actually HAVE me. Things like that help to keep men in power feeling proud of themselves. He is a little older than me."
Ivan cleared his throat. "A little?"
"Okay, slightly more older than I am." Ivan just shook his head. "He's WELL-ESTABLISHED, okay? Is that better? He's handsome, wealthy, and respectable. He compliments me every day."
"Does he beat you?"
Gilbert flashed him a furious, sharp look. "Excuse me?"
"Does he beat you? It's a simple question."
"W-what in the fucking hell makes you think that he BEATS me?"
Ivan calmly sipped his coffee again. "I'm just asking. You seem tense and nervous whenever you talk about him. If anyone touches or comes near you, you flinch. There is a VERY strict routine you have to follow. When you talk sweetly about him your features never change. You don't smile when speaking about him, not even just a moment ago. Your eyes were dull, and your speech sounded rehearsed as if you are used to saying this." Gilbert's breathing began to increase. "I'm simply worried for the well-being of an old friend…even if he was a bully. Everyone deserves a chance to change, don't you think?"
Gilbert's response was short. "Get out of my house."
"Gilbert, don't be like this. We can talk openly about- AHH!" Gilbert threw the hot coffee in Ivan's face.
"GET OUT! GET OUT AND DON'T EVER COME BACK!"
Ivan had to stumble out of the garden room holding his face as the hot liquid burned at his skin. The heat wasn't enough to do any damage, but his skin would be red for a long while. Cornelia didn't know what was going on and Mandy started to bark with panic. Gilbert shouted for the maid to escort Ivan out before storming up the stairs to the sanctity of his room. He slammed the door the master bathroom and locked it behind him. Gilbert rests his hands on the sink to stare at himself in the mirror. His face was puffy and red with boiling rage. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate, but did some deep breathing to help calm his nerves. Ivan's words had him seeing red, and he exploded. Throwing coffee in Ivan's face wasn't the best move, but it was an impulse attack. Ivan was striking a nerve Gilbert didn't know he had and that caused the albino to lose it. The large Russian was talking about Gilbert as if he knew him personally. Ivan was not a psychiatrist nor was he a friend. Whatever Ivan knew about him in high school is not the same now!
"That loser! What the hell does he know? He knows nothing!"
/
"Okay…maybe I went a little too far." Ivan said to himself from inside the car, holding a cold rag to his face. The maid had given it to him and offered to help with a first aid kit but Ivan politely denied her. He felt it would be best to be out of the house before he upset Gilbert any further. Yet everything he had thought was slowly coming into the light. He had been right about the extreme control issues Mr. Callaghan had with Gilbert, and the albino's reaction just now confirmed it. Ivan had known all along that Gilbert was in this relationship for the material goods and fame, not for love. Gilbert had to be using the material goods to fill the empty void he knew was there. It was not uncommon for most people to feel that way. The big issue was getting Gilbert to truly recognize his insecurities and make him want to change.
"And I can expect more hot beverages thrown in my face. Next time I'll push for something cold."
His skin was still burning but the pain had lessened enough for him to drive. Unwilling to go home right away due to the long drive, Ivan stopped at a drug store to pick up a few things for his apartment. When walking by the Hallmark card stand he stopped to look for a tab that said 'I'm sorry'. While he had gotten the answers he wanted Ivan still did not want Gilbert to be mad at or hate him. Gilbert would probably see the card and toss it in the trash, but at least the albino would know he's sincere. The man liked to laugh (for the most part) so he picked up a card that had a dog holding an 'I'm sorry' sign. Gilbert liked dogs, so he would like the card. Smiling in content Ivan paid for the goods and got back into the car, quickly signing the card. He hadn't been too far from Gilbert so he drove back and placed the card in the mailbox. Ivan looked at the house one more time with a little sigh before backing out of the driveway and heading home.
Ivan worked for the rest of the day to keep his mind off of Gilbert and that bastard he was with. The wedding couple would be pleased to have their pictures so quickly and Ivan wanted more time to work on Gilbert's. Once he decided to take a break he chose to browse through Gilbert's webpages again. He had them all bookmarked for his viewing pleasure. Clicking on the link to the main page, Ivan saw that a new image had been posted. Now Ivan knew Gilbert did not run this website so the man didn't post it himself. Holding his breath, Ivan clicked on the highlighted link and waited for the page to load. A little squeak came from his throat at the sight of the image on the screen. There was one in the kitchen, and now this one had to be in the bathroom, and framed. Gilbert's naked form was kneeling in a small round pool filled with what could only be strawberry whipped cream. The lower half was covered fully with the cream while the rest of it was smeared all over his body. Gilbert was posing as if he was the one rubbing it all along his skin. The pink cream was a wise choice on the photographers' part so it could contrast against Gilbert's porcelain skin. Ivan wanted to just leap through the skin and lick every square inch of that delectable body, cleaning it of the cream. The amount of sugar would probably put him in a diabetic coma, but Ivan reasoned with himself that it would be the BEST kind of coma!
Now he had another erection, this one more painful than the one from this morning. Quickly hitting the 'print' button, Ivan wiggled anxiously in his chair while the machine did its agonizingly slow work. He barely waited for the printer to spit out the last bit before ripping it from the gears. Ivan amazed himself at how he was able to unbuckle his belt while running with a hard-on to the bathroom. Seating himself on the toilet in the proper position he held the photo in one hand and started stroking with the other. He imagined Gilbert standing in that little pool, naked, but covered in vodka instead of whipped cream. Ivan could picture the other pouring the alcohol all over himself, watching as the rivulets trickled along the white skin. He could drink himself drunk and fuck the other at the same time. Who could possibly ask for more? The daydream was too much and with a few more quick strokes Ivan came with a violent shudder. Resting for a few moments to gather his composure he used the toilet paper to clean himself up and flushed. After that little self-pleasuring performance he needed a shower, and it was here that the man had realized some things that bothered him. Especially about what he just did.
How many other men (or women) masturbate to photos of Gilbert like that? Here he was trying to prove to Gilbert that he could be more than a sex object but he was jacking off to a simple image. He wondered how often the boyfriend whacked off while making Gilbert dance on the stripper pole? Or how many men had that same photo or one of the magazines in THEIR bathroom? It made Ivan sick to his stomach and he silently swore never to do it again unless Gilbert was together with him. But if those thoughts were enough to bother him, the flashback of a particular horrible day in high school came back to him.
Ivan was minding his own business in art class, completely focused on his first time using charcoal to draw the still life fruits in the center of the room. Gilbert was behind him, but he failed to realize what the boy had in mind. It took a moment for Ivan to realize something was wet in his hair. Reaching up he felt something cold and slightly sticky. Looking at his hand he saw that it was white glue. With a gasp he turned around to see Gilbert snickering and grinning madly while his cronies laughed with him.
"Spike that ugly hair so you stop looking like an old gray mule!" Gilbert taunted.
Ivan jumped up and ran out of the room, hearing the teacher yelling from inside. Some students looked at him strangely as he ran through the halls to the nurses office. There she helped him wash out the glue in the small sink with hot water that was almost scalding his scalp. Luckily it was non-toxic and kid friendly so it washed right out but Ivan had to go the rest of the day with wet hair that smelled like Elmer's glue. The nurse said he was lucky it wasn't rubber cement or ink. When Ivan went back to art class to get his picture he noticed that a large penis was drawn on the apple. Ivan just threw it away and left for his next class. Gilbert had received a detention for his childish act but was able to get off due to a soccer game with another school. That was Ivan's luck, going to a high school more focused on sports than anything else. Gilbert never made up that detention.
"How does it feel to get beat up, Gilbert?" Ivan slapped himself for saying such a thing. It had given him momentary satisfaction to say it, but he knew it was wrong. Nobody deserved such treatment.
Finishing up with his shower he put his robe on and went to pour some vodka. Returning to the living room he decided to take out the cello and play a song or two before bed. Maybe with the music in his head Ivan could picture Gilbert holding his hand and strolling together. He even wondered if Gilbert would like some music played for him. The man probably hated classical songs and symphonies, but Ivan was able to play a few songs. He actually had a good one in mind and it made him smile. Also, if he recalled correctly, he remembered Gilbert coming in early to watch the band rehearsal on certain days.
"If only I could write my own music I would create a song for Gilbert." Ivan's last song of the night was a sorrowful one.
/
Gilbert had to keep himself from vomiting while sitting in the dressing room preparing for the next shoot. The makeup artist cleverly covered the bruises on his arms and shoulders, yet didn't ask about them. The man didn't even seem to care. Gilbert was putting on the final touches, which were various diamond bracelets and a necklace. This photo shoot would have him lounging in a large martini glass filled with tiny fake diamonds. The photo was also going to be sold for a liquor advertisement in a gay magazine. He knew when his boyfriend set this up that he was hearing money sounds. When the door opened Gilbert turned to see who it was. He frowned seeing as it was the pervert photographer whom he had coined 'Mr. Grabby'.
"Why the long face, Hase?" said the elderly man who had to be in his early sixties. "Do you want more diamonds?" The man smiled.
"No, I don't."
"Well then, you're going to like what I'm adding on! Now stand up so I can get this silver body glitter on you."
"I think this is a little overkill." Gilbert said, flinching away from the man. 'You flinch when people try to touch you' echoed Ivan's words.
"Nonsense! You will look absolutely stunning! Mr. Callaghan can't wait to see it! Now hold still."
Gilbert had no choice but to remain still as the man's wrinkly cold hands 'sensually' rubbed on the glitter. There should be a brush with this, but he knew the man was doing it on purpose just to touch. At least Gilbert was able to wear silver underwear. That would keep the man from 'groping' him. Instead, the man's hands slipped between his long legs to rub at the inner thigh. Gilbert jerked and jumped away. "Hey! Don't touch me there! I can do it myself!"
The man put his hands up in defense. "I wasn't trying anything, Hase."
Gilbert glared at him. "You shouldn't even TOUCH that far down. In fact, you shouldn't fucking do it at all!"
He scoffed with a smirk. "This is why I enjoy working with the younger ones more. They never complain or seem to mind my innocent touches. That's what they are. Innocent touches." Gilbert could only imagine how many young women and men this man had touched and said those same words to.
"Well, I'm 'old' enough to know how to stand up for myself. They will all learn that soon enough." 'Hopefully sooner than I did.'
The man narrowed his gaze at Gilbert from over his black Buddy Holly style glasses. "You're only pleasant to look at in pictures." Gilbert snorted and finished up with the glitter. "Have you considered staring in a porno?" Gilbert froze. "I bet you must be fantastic at sex to have someone as powerful as Mr. Callaghan on your arm?"
Gilbert turned away and went to the door. "Let's get this shoot over with!" 'Before I have a fucking meltdown!'
End Chapter 3 TBC
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