Tangled in Emotions

Gustav looked up at the white ceiling to hit his forehead on the desk top after a moment. He was an idiot! He was a bloody idiot! Not only that, he was a bastard without a conscience who actually treated his employees like property. Just as Felix said. He was like a fucking slave owner. So disgusting! He was a total asshole! No more than human trash. How could he treat this simple, sincere and beautiful boy like David so obsequiously?

He groaned protractedly without raising his head. This simple, sincere and beautiful boy....

What possessed him to treat him like this? What demon possessed him at that moment depriving him of the remnants of reason and decency? To simply put his hand down his own employee's pants like that and do to him... THIS. After all, it was the most ordinary sexual harassment in the world! It's a good thing at least that the boy was of age, because Gustav would not have gotten out of trouble. He'll have them anyway if David files a police report. Even if he doesn't, after all, he will have the right not to want to return to work, and Gustav will have to look for someone else to help him there. In addition, he may never see that blue-eyed, black-haired young man with an extremely appealing face and an equally alluring body again....

Bloody hell, Gustav, get a grip! What kind of idiotic thoughts come to your mind? The alluring body of a young man....

Well, it was alluring. When he embraced it, it was hot, sweaty and hard. The scent of the young man hit his nostrils with freshness, cut grass and a hint of grease with which he oiled the hinges of the door. The body was slim due to its rather small bones, but hard from hard physical labor. Youthful and masculine at the same time, exactly what the body of a boy entering the first years of adulthood should be. That's exactly what he imagined them to be when he looked at David working in the garden, where his sweat-wet T-shirt clung to his skin showing off his not-so-muscular but distinctly shaped torso and swollen nipples. David didn't even know that he looked like the master of the wet T-shirt, like an erotically water-laden boy from a car wash commercial or... a fantasy gardener. Natural, innocent and devilishly attractive.

That's why at the sight of him something twitched in Gustav's heart and he walked over to his laptop. He didn't even know how it happened that he poured onto paper a scene dripping with desire. Not his own, of course, but...

David was beautiful. Just like that. Everything about him was beautiful and appealing. Aphrodite could not have given birth to an equally beautiful young man. And beauty inspires. The artist in Gustav awoke after a year and began to create in inspiration, the taste of which he had long forgotten.

Not only this scene, a whole series of scenes flowed out from under Gustav's fingers, and he could not even believe that so many pages came out of his mind and heart, as if they were just waiting for that impulse that would allow them to come out of their confinement. They flowed as if dynamite had burst the dam blocking them. Gustav hadn't had such a productive time in so long that he couldn't remember. And it was all thanks to... David's sweaty torso.

What a bizarre inspiration!

It's not that Gustav had never seen a man in a wet T-shirt in his life. He had seen many of them, but there was something particularly innocently sinful about David.

So Gustav sinned, or at least broke the law and totally ridiculed himself. He slammed his forehead on the desk top. And again. After all, he had molested his employee!

The memory of his hand on David's penis made his face light up. It had been so long since he had touched someone's manhood. As it twitched in his hand gaining size there was probably nothing left to convince him to stop. Although no one tried to stop him. David was groaning, asking, but his requests were so weak, as if he was uttering them completely in spite of himself. He didn't even try to push him away and yet Gustav didn't hold him tight. So maybe David didn't mind....

Or maybe he did, only as a young worker he couldn't object to his employer as he should. After all, it's not like they stood on equal ground.

He will have to apologize to David. Repent if he demands it. After all, this wasn't a pick-up at a bar where refusal doesn't come with consequences. Of course, Gustav wouldn't have fired David if he had firmly objected, but that's something the poor boy couldn't know, after all. He come in his hand, that's a fact, but whether it was a reaction completely forced by an unwanted caress or actual, pleasurable excitement, Gustav could never know. The body will almost always react, but it is the mind and heart that carry the burden of events afterwards. Gustav hoped that he had not caused David's youth to receive an irreversible and painful scar at his hand.

***

Heat was pouring from the sky and David was in the garden cutting roses. Her Ladyship wished for a bouquet for the living room, so that a beautiful tea-like fragrance would spread through the interior. However, she was afraid of thorns, so she entrusted the palace gardener with this task. David, holding large, bulky scissors regretfully cut the flowers, which were the latest trend in England and the lord earl spent a lot of money and put in a lot of effort to get it and transport it. But roses like pruning, consoled David. It makes them repeat bloom. He wouldn't be a good gardener if he didn't know that.

He heard loud laughter and looked toward the palace. His Ladyship was just greeting her friend who had come to visit. David did not even dare to look in their direction. The look of such a poor gardener to the count's daughters was nothing more than an insult. As he returned to cutting the roses, however, he noticed that he himself was the object of her ladyship's brother's long gaze.

He did not know Mr. Alfred. The gentleman went to Paris in his early youth. He received his education there for almost ten years and returned only recently. David worked at the palace barely a third summer. Mr. Alfred would one day inherit the palace and the count's title, perhaps soon, as the count's health was declining more and more. One day the young lord will become his true master.

Master Alfred watched David intently, but did not judge his work. At least David felt as if it was not his work that was being judged, but himself. Under this keen, penetrating gaze, he blushed in embarrassment and turned his face toward a bush of mottled roses.

"Your face resembles the color of these flowers," he heard suddenly just above his ear. "What a beautiful sight! Truly worthy to be immortalized by the greatest painter of the age."

"Yes," agreed David quietly. "The color of these roses is exceptionally lovely..."

"It looks more beautiful on your cheeks..."

Alfred's breath that swept around David's neck was hotter than the sun's rays streaming from the sky. The boy felt as if he was about to melt under that breath. He trembled when he felt the young master's touch on his shoulder.

"Master Alfred..." he groaned, not understanding why the man's proximity was doing strange things to him. Why his heart was suddenly beating strangely, why his body was burning as if it were being devoured by a pyre, and why suddenly something between his legs visibly and embarrassingly twitched. "Master Alfred, what do you... What is it that you desire?"

"You..." groan hot as a flame, and suddenly the nobleman's hand drifted down sizing up David's linen pants and reaching toward that manly pride....

David groaned quietly with fear waiting for Alfred's hand to reach a little further. With fear and impatience to experience this wonderfully delicious forbidden fruit.

"I want you," Alfred spoke in Gustav's voice. "It's a punishment for sticking your nose in where you shouldn't..."

Punishment for... Oh, no!

David jerked back horrified. If Alfred-Gustav touches his crotch, he will shamelessly explode! No, he can't do that, after all, he's not gay!

...He woke up covered in sweat. He was breathing heavily. It was a dream, it was just a dream, he said to himself. A dream, nothing more. That's good. It took him a moment to calm his emotions and his body, and once his heart began to beat normally, David felt that not all of his body had returned to normal. He looked down, where his manhood stood at attention like an obedient private. And yet it was only a dream, dammit!