Black Hat Org. (trademark pending) Ch. 46: Want
DISCLAIMER: This is not a full chapter, it's about 2 pages of my 23 page draft.
As thanks for waiting for over two year, have Flug stalling for time in Black Hat's bathroom.
Flug knew he probably shouldn’t be going through Black Hat’s personal things, but at one point Black Hat himself had been on the list of “Things He Probably Shouldn’t Do” and well, look how that was going.
A normal man with his track record of telling himself he shouldn’t do things, and proceeding to do them, might look himself in the mirror and make his umpteenth empty promise to stop. Rocinante Flugslys however was anything but a normal man so he purposefully ignored his reflection as he opened the medicine cabinet. He was careful not to touch anything, letting his eyes do the snooping while his hand never left the mirror’s edge. Whereas Flug’s medicine cabinet held toothpaste, his razor and shaving cream, various disinfectants, and a half-empty bottle of sleeping pills he kept forgetting to throw out, Black Hat’s was filled with bottles upon bottles of things that Flug could only guess at. He figured it had to be skincare or hair products, though he wouldn’t examine them further to confirm. He shut the medicine cabinet as smoothly as humanly possible and crouched down to look under the sink. He took similar precaution with the drawers, touching the handles with only the tips of his fingers and opening them with slow, even movements.
Why? Because he didn’t think Black Hat would like it very much if he knew Flug had been going through his bathroom. Never mind what he might’ve gone through in Flug’s apartment without his knowledge. One might even say Black Hat owed Flug one little peek of his things. It was the least he could do to make up for the trespassing, breaking and entering, and multiple violations of privacy he’d committed. Besides, when would Flug have another golden opportunity like this?
There was a knock at the door that spooked Flug so much that he almost fell back on his ass. “Everything ok in there?”
“Ye-Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine!” He scrambled to the toilet and flushed it. “I’ll be out in j-j-just a minute!”
He had not been lying about needing to use the bathroom, but once inside he couldn’t help but act on those old uncouth impulses. Which Black Hat would probably encourage if it was anyone else's stuff Flug was going through. Under different circumstances he imagined Black Hat would commend him for his care and caution, maybe even suggest specific places to search. Flug gently shut the cabinet doors and washed his hands as if a bar of soap could cleanse him of his misdeeds.
He raised his head and took in the sight of himself. The skin of his neck was already bruising and there were lines of dried blood going down his chest. What wasn’t scabbing over was drying stickily. His eyes dropped lower to the corset peeking out from his open shirt. He didn’t bother cleaning or covering himself as Black Hat would be on him again once Flug stepped through the door. Back in his bedroom. In his bed. Maybe in his lap, Flug wasn’t really sure how this was going to go as far as positions were concerned.
He dried his hands and took as deep a breath in as he could to steady himself. He let it out in a huff. As if he knew at all how this was going to go! He had no idea what to expect from this point beyond...sex. Basic sex. As opposed to advanced sex. Hey, maybe that would be when they broke out the dragon dildos.
Flug buried his face in his hands and groaned. Where on earth did Demetra- No, he didn’t even want to know. He turned to the door. An expensive looking black robe hung from a silver metal hook. He crept to it and stroked the fabric between his finger and thumb. It felt as high quality as it looked. He almost leaned in to smell it before stopping and asking himself What am I doing? The man who owned this robe was waiting for him on the other side of the door. A respectful, gentlemanly man. Who genuinely seemed to want him of all people. And here Flug was wasting time going through his personal belongings. Why was he like this? This wasn’t what he had come here to do. It certainly wasn’t what he’d dolled himself up for. He did not lace himself tight as a hairpin turn just to hide in Black Hat’s bathroom! He was supposed to be out there right now, turning in his V-card and becoming a man!At long last Flug reached for the doorknob. He attempted to swallow down his anxiety and replace it with something more sensible. Surely Black Hat would give him some kind of direction, right? Some sort of lead to follow? He knew how Flug could get, spiraling down the rabbit hole of his insecurities. Black Hat wouldn’t just jump him on sight and throw him into bed. Of course he wouldn’t. He at least had to get the corset off of him before anything else. Yeah. Flug patted the corset with his free hand as if there was any doubt it was still cinched tight around him. So long as he had this on they couldn’t go any further. That reminder settled the haywire bundle of nerves in his stomach slightly. Not by much, but slightly. Flug took another shuddering breath as he turned the knob. Everything was going to be fine, he told himself. Everything always turned out fine.
