Chapter 5
Grim
Heat was pulsing along Grim’s muscles, a steady stream from between a pair of the most perfect thighs. The water was moving along his skin as he moved the sponge deeper, so close to Andrey’s lovely cock he could practically sense its touch already.
Grim was hypnotized by that pale body spread out in the tub. No matter how many videos he’d watched of Andrey, there were places on him he’d never seen, elements the camera failed to pick up, like the twin birthmarks right next to Andrey’s navel, right above the milky surface of the water.
It was still a shock to find out that he and the other viewers of Andrey’s channel had been lied to all along. They all thought they were following a sweet guy who enjoyed music, movies, and computer games, who liked to show off his healthy body and was excited by the messages he was getting and by having other men see him. But Andrey had been a victim. Kidnapped years ago and forced to perform like a circus monkey.
The sour taste in Grim’s mouth kept him awake deep into the night as he held on to Andrey’s body, trying to put together all the scraps of information. His chest ached. He felt as if he’d stop breathing if he fell asleep or that Andrey would crawl out of his arms and become prey again, have some sick fuck take him where Grim couldn’t track them down.
He couldn’t fathom how vile a man had to be to hurt someone so much weaker than him, to keep them underground for years, like a canary that had never been let out of its cage to stretch its wings. He regretted not taking his time with “Gary” before blowing his brains out. That shithead didn’t deserve a quick shot in the forehead after repeatedly raping and imprisoning a beautiful bird like Andrey.
But at the same time, all the lies Andrey himself had told Grim the night before still stung like daggers stuck between Grim’s ribs. Andrey had kissed him, he’d let Grim buy him dinner, and had sex with him, and all that only to try to stab Grim in his sleep. Grim’s attention hadn’t been as welcome as he’d been led to think. But as rude as Andrey had been to try to push Grim away after all Grim had been through to get to him, Grim accepted that the boy had been traumatized and needed some more time to adjust. True affection was probably overwhelming after all the bad things that had happened to him at the hands of that sick fuck Gary.
But at least the bird really was gay. Grim still had a chance to show him what a good man he could be at Andrey’s side. He was gentle, caring, and ready to go out of his way for Andrey’s comfort.
When Andrey looked up from the tub, the depth of his brown eyes made Grim freeze. “I’m not an old man who needs to be washed. I lost my legs, not my arms.”
The morning hadn’t been much easier than last night had been with Andrey quiet and avoiding Grim’s touch yet unable to when he needed to reach the bathroom. And Grim was impatient. With Andrey being like a glorious piece of cake on a plate he wasn’t yet allowed to touch, he couldn’t wait to win him over already. He was sure that with time, Andrey would see he’d been blind and unreasonable by trying to push Grim away when their mutual attraction was already so obvious.
Grim was handsome. He never had any trouble attracting men, if not with charm, then with the outline of his dick visible through the leather pants. And those who didn’t want to have anything to do with a dick that was far above average size knew they shouldn’t bother, as soon as they looked below Grim’s belt buckle. Andrey certainly wasn’t shying away from looking at Grim’s bulge. The interest was there.
Grim smiled and brushed the backs of his fingers against the bird’s warm thigh. “I know. But who doesn’t want a nice sponge bath once in a while?”
Andrey groaned and slouched his toned shoulders. He put his arms between his legs to hide his cock from view, and Grim couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
“I can see you getting hard over this. Perv,” said Andrey .
Grim bit the inside of his cheek, rejected yet again. But since he wanted Andrey as much more than a one-night stand, he would keep his cool and wait. As he slowly soaped up Andrey’s smooth skin, he let his gaze roam over the body that was the embodiment of Grim’s needs. His legs were lightly muscled with shapely knees and stumps that twitched whenever Andrey moved. Grim could already imagine that squishy flesh massaging his thighs and chest. He wanted to push his cock between those warm legs and leave his cum on the scars. He should have done that last night before he was banned from touching Andrey’s private parts.
That was another thing he couldn’t understand. Andrey was gay, so why would he reject the offer of a blowjob or touching? It wasn’t as if Grim was about to demand much in return if Andrey wasn’t yet ready to face his dick. The night before, Grim had even finished himself off, and he could continue to do so for as long as Andrey needed, but clearly, the bird didn’t give him that much credit.
“I’m not a perv.”
Andrey untangled his Rapunzel-long hair from a knot, and it dipped into the water in a cascade of ebony strands. Grim couldn’t help thinking that he had been a bit like the prince saving the princess from the tower. The hair was ridiculously long, and Grim wasn’t entirely sure he liked it that way, but with Andrey so critical about the shape of his legs, it wasn’t unreasonable to think that hair might be something he was vain about. And it was nice in its own way: soft and smooth with a bit of a wave to it. It was lovely, like everything about Andrey.
“Do you watch a lot of other guys on webcam?” Andrey reached out to take the sponge out of Grim’s hand.
Grim couldn’t help but smile. “Are you jealous?”
Andrey shook his head and started scrubbing himself quickly. “I don’t know you, so no. I’m just trying to work out what else you like. Maybe I could help you hook up with a cute wheelchair boy, and you wouldn’t insist on bathing me anymore.”
Grim pressed his lips together, but he wouldn’t take his hand from between Andrey’s legs. They twitched so seductively. “I’m not desperate. There’s plenty of fish nipping at my feet.”
“I can imagine. With a dick like yours.” Andrey sighed. “Can we get a cheap wheelchair today? I don’t like being carried around. ”
Grim silently accepted the compliment. “Not even a bit?” he asked, slowly moving his hand to the upper part of Andrey’s thigh, but Andrey grabbed his wrist.
“No. It makes me feel useless.” Andrey’s pale skin got a red tone on his cheeks, and it made Grim wonder how Andrey would react to sun if he’d been locked up underground for so long.
Grim would get him the best wheelchair Andrey could possibly want. Much better than the one he’d seen back in the compound. “Why don’t you use prosthetics? You prefer the wheelchair?” he asked and put his hand on Andrey’s shoulder. He couldn’t keep himself from touching all that beautiful skin. Even if he didn’t get to tease and lick the scars on Andrey’s legs for a while, at least he could have this.
“Gary didn’t want me to have them.” Andrey squeezed the sponge in his hand, spilling foam all over his chest. “I had to earn even that wheelchair. Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it. I think you have to get prosthetics made to measure anyway.”
Grim swallowed hard, dropping his hand off Andrey’s shoulder. He watched him clean himself in uneasy, nervous movements and sighed, propping his cheek on the edge of the tub. His fingers lazily trailed Andrey’s knee, and he got hot in the face just because he knew the stump was inches lower. “I knew this guy when I was a kid. He’d had an accident and lost his legs, but his family couldn’t afford the prosthetics. He was as young as me and had to stay in the house all the time.”
Andrey reached out for a towel. “Maybe that was for the better. At least he didn’t get to meet the people I did. How far away from that base are we now?” He finally looked back at Grim once he got his hair back into a knot. “We need to go far away.”
Grim slid his hand to the back of Andrey’s neck, squeezing gently. “I will take you far away. No one’s gonna hurt you again. Do you believe me?” he whispered, petting the wet hair sticking to Andrey’s neck. He wouldn’t mind that long hair touching his cock.
Andrey nodded and held out his arms to Grim in a silent request to be picked up. Grim couldn’t wait to comply.
He placed his arm underneath the cute, bruised knees and exhaled when he sensed the short stumps beyond the joints. Andrey was heavy enough for Grim to feel his weight as he stretched his back and hugged his wet body closer. “We’re gonna have fun today. You need to see some of the world now that I freed you,” he said enthusiastically, carrying Andrey back into the room.
“I don’t want fun. I just want to be safe. I want to be away. The world has nothing to offer me now. I don’t even have an extra pair of underpants.” Andrey frowned once Grim put him down on the bed.
It was disappointing to see the smiley, sexy Andrey Grim knew from the webcam movies being so gloomy, but he understood that some things needed to be mended before the two of them could start a relationship. “We’ll get you some. And as long as you’re with me, you are safe. I know my way around weapons,” said Grim and pulled out his Beretta from the holster underneath his arm.
Andrey touched the barrel with his fingertips, and Grim’s breath caught when he imagined those digits curling around his cock. “That’s actually reassuring. Sooo … You’ve seen every part of me in closeup. I want to know more about you. You’re in a motorcycle club. It says so on your vest. But why were you there? At the base. You didn’t know I would be there.”
It dawned on Grim that Andrey could have died in there if Grim hadn’t found him by accident. Just thinking about such a tragic end to this perfect boy’s life made him choke up slightly. This was fate.
He stroked Andrey’s hair gently, wanting to reassure him of his good intentions. “They took one of our girls. I was called in to participate in the raid ... I just ... if I hadn’t been there, you could have stayed there forever. That’s fucking horrible.”
“Is it though?” Andrey looked straight into his eyes, and despite his features and long hair making him look young, there was a cool awareness in that gaze. “No more material for your spank bank.”
Grim’s windpipe tightened, and he got up, squeezing his hand on the gun. Heat exploded in his head, and he snarled at Andrey before pushing him back on the mattress. “You have a deathwish?”
And to his surprise, Andrey didn’t cower. “Sometimes.” At times like this, Grim wasn’t sure what to think. Had the vulnerability Andrey showed him yesterday been just an act? Or was this just an act of Andrey trying to test the boundaries of Grim’s patience.
Grim put the gun back in the holster and pulled on Andrey’s hips, dragging him to the edge of the bed. His temples were pulsing as he leaned down and stroked his thumbs over the sides of Andrey’s cheeks, watching his handsome features. The wounded bird had such a scarred mind.
“Poor thing. They hurt you really bad, didn’t they?” he whispered, choking up for a moment. He couldn’t stand men who’d use someone else’s disability to their advantage.
And just like that, Grim managed to break past Andrey’s defenses. He could see it in the softening expression on Andrey’s face, even though the boy was shying away from looking straight into Grim’s eyes.
“No one can turn back time,” Andrey whispered.
Grim swallowed hard, fighting the sudden urge to kiss Andrey’s lips as those perfect stumps brushed against the sides of his thighs. “I can make you happy,” he said, looking into Andrey’s eyes as his heart thumped deep in his chest. Many times, he had imagined himself on a trip to Moscow and accidentally bumping into Andrey somewhere. He’d need help because some thugs would have attacked him, and Grim would be there to save the day. Andrey would invite Grim to his apartment to thank him with food, but very soon, things would get heated...
Andrey laughed bitterly, shattering Grim’s fantasy. “Nothing can make me happy again, because nothing can make me whole. Can we please go?” He pushed on Grim’s shoulder without much force.
Grim stayed where he was and lowered his face, brushing his lips against Andrey’s forehead. It was so hot he half-expected it to burn him. “You can be whole without your legs. You can’t let them break you like that. You’re what? Twenty-two? There’s a life ahead of you.”
“I used to do things. And I was good at them, too. Down there, in that room, every day became about survival, and now … I don’t even recognize myself anymore.” Andrey took a deep gulp of air, as if he were drowning.
Grim lay on the bed next to Andrey, pulling him over to his chest for a tight hug. His fingers kept stroking the soft skin of Andrey’s face and neck as he stared into the depths of his sad, intense eyes. They made him feel so many things he’d long buried. Grim knew he could mend the sweet bird and make it sing again with a lot of patience and effort, but only as long as Andrey wanted to be pieced together. “It’s a big change, but you’re not alone.”
“I should probably say that I’m sorry I’m a burden, but I’m not. I’m only sorry that I can’t give you what you want. ”
But everything Grim wanted was in the way Andrey wrapped his arms around his neck. It became hard to breathe with the object of his fantasies naked and so close to him.
“What do you think I want?” asked Grim, cradling Andrey’s head against his arm. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. Andrey was so fragile, so innocent in the way he looked at Grim. No amount of porn vids could take that away from him. He needed all of Grim’s help and protection.
“I think you want parts of me I’m not ready to give,” Andrey whispered.
Grim exhaled and in the slowest motion he could muster, he moved his hand lower, all the way to the wet stumps. He kept his eyes on Andrey’s and listened to his breathing. His body reacted immediately, pumping his blood full of testosterone as he traced the scars with his fingertips. “Is this what you mean?”
Andrey’s face flushed, and the moment was broken. He grabbed Grim’s wrist and whimpered. “Don’t touch them. We should be going.”
“What can I touch?” asked Grim, nuzzling Andrey’s nose as he reluctantly let go of the stump.
It took Andrey a long time to answer, and that at least was something, because Grim half-expected hearing that there was not an inch of Andrey’s skin that would be available to him. “My hands. You can touch my hands.” The words felt like something reluctantly pulled out of a well where people drowned things that they never wanted to see again.
Grim smiled, even though he wasn’t too pleased with that answer. This would be way more work than he had originally anticipated. He was ready to help Andrey with any trouble that might arise because of his disability or because of his status, but the constant rejection of physical touch was sending Grim’s mind into a frenzy. Still, this was better than nothing, so he picked up both of Andrey’s hands and put them to his lips. They were so pale and pampered he almost sucked on one of the long fingers from the sheer excitement of it. “What about your face? I think it’s really handsome.”
“I’m giving you a finger, and you instantly want the whole hand. No. I want to start moving, and by that I don’t mean that I want to writhe under you on the bed.” Sadly, that was exactly the image Andrey’s words brought up in Grim’s mind. Both of them naked and sweaty, Andrey pulling his legs up to his chest so Grim could lick the stump while he fucked him. In Grim’s daydreams, Andrey had always been able to take his big dick .
Grim let out a groan of frustration. “You just let me touch your face. Why are you so inconsistent?”
“I didn’t ‘let’ you touch my face. You just did it.”
“You didn’t tell me to stop.” Grim rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed with gloomy thoughts clouding his brain. “You let me do something and then ban me from doing it again. Just like you did last night.”
Andrey squinted at him. “My body is not a computer game. You don’t get to unlock achievements.”
Grim rolled his eyes and got up. “Isn’t that exactly how the whole touching thing works for people?”
Andrey cocked his head to the side and pulled on his shorts over bare skin. “For people? As opposed to you ?”
Grim’s eyes trailed to the stumps sticking out from underneath the shorts. It was almost as if Andrey were teasing him. “Didn’t we establish yesterday that I’m greedy?” he said, remembering the way Andrey’s cock felt in his mouth, growing harder until it shot cum deep into Grim’s throat.
Those words elicited a smirk, even if Andrey quickly hid it while pulling on his tank top. “Yeah, that was quite good,” he mumbled to Grim’s satisfaction.
Grim swallowed hard. “Yes. It was fucking hot,” he said with hope growing in his chest.
Andrey held out his arms to Grim once he was dressed. “Doesn’t mean I want to do it again. I’m done with the whole sex thing for now.”
Grim gritted his teeth and nodded. “Fine,” he muttered. He was trying to understand Andrey’s perspective, he really was, but those stumps and the pretty lips were mocking him. Maybe all Andrey needed was to feel a bit safer. Without the constant threat of unwanted sex from an ugly guy like Gary, he was bound to want some closeness eventually, and Grim would be there to provide it.
That didn’t mean Grim would be giving up on his prize any time soon.