By the time Erik is awake, T'challa has dipped. He remembers how he was laid up on his chest. That shit was embarrassing. . and nice. How did he get so needy so fast?
Nanny drops by, it's time to start the day with breakfast. Erik is starting to get used to her. She has passed his vibe check. He loves how she can just seat silently, keeping him company. At times Erik pretends to be helpless so that nanny can assist him and he uses that chance to feel her out. He's suprised that she's not carrying.
' What kind of name is Nanny? '
' I didn't want you to bite your tongue trying to pronounce my name. ' She sasses.
Nanny is kinda right. Erik sounds horrible when he speaks Xhosa. T'challa can't bear to listen to the words fall out of his mouth. Erik doesn't know how to enunciate. Yet.
' How come you ain't got no accent ? '
' I grew up in the suburbs. '
T'challa pulled Naeka Adenkule out of retirement. After the civil war, Erik is not very popular with T'challa's staff. Nanny was the only one who agreed to care for Erik.
Erik listens to Nanny as she makes plans for spa day. He doesn't give af. He's blind, where is he going to go? Time is endless here. Shit could be worse. He could have been a disabled war vet back in the states, with nothing to his name. This fancy prison cell will do for now.
Nanny's grabs his attention when she begins to talk about full body massage and hot stones.
' Can you get me a fine looking man to come and rub me down real good ? '
' Only the best. '
Nanny jots it down on her tablet. She will ask T'challa for a concubine somewhere down the line. Erik has.. needs.
Erik smiles fantasizing about a happy ending.
Today they do something different, they go to the garden for afternoon tea. Erik is seated in the garden swing.
He can feel the breeze on his face, whistling in his ears, ruffling the trees and bushes. He can hear the birds in the trees chirping and the chatter of various animals. The soft grass moving under his feet. The clean crisp air. This place is divine.
Erik can hear T'challa's tiny footsteps, he joins them. His spicy coco-vanilla fragrance confirms it. Erik wrinkles his nose irritated.
' How are you feeling, Njadaka? '
Erik gets flashbacks of last night. He turns his face away to hide his blush but his dimple gives him away.
' I'm fine. '
T'challa and nanny talk in their native tongue, about Erik. It's all they seem to do. Erik is about to scold them, to switch to English then he feels something on his lap.
A cute baby elephant has come to bother him feeling him up with it's trunk. It's curious. T'challa senses Erik's annoyance. He asks Thando to leave. After some minutes Thando is back. He likes Erik. The animal handler whisks him away before he can think of leaning onto Erik for a cuddle. Erik is not ready to cuddle a 100 kg baby elephant. Thando is too heavy.
Erik gets used to the routine, Nanny drops by in the morning and T'challa checks on him at night when he can. In the evening T'challa relieves Nanny. He seats by Erik's bed, checking on some work emails.
' Erik, how was your day? '
' I'm fine. You don't have to check up on me every single moment. I'm not a baby. '
' Nanny doesn't seem to think so. '
T'challa thinks he heard Erik say something but he needs to reply to this new urgent email first. Erik grabs T'challa's shoulder and puts him in a chokehold. T'challa tenses, his fingers flail at Erik's arm. He feels him ease his grip as he pulls him down the bed. T'challa body goes limp, he forces himself to relax. Erik laughs deeply pleased to have caught T'challa slipping. What was he thinking turning his back to Erik?
' That wasn't funny. '
' You should have seen the look on your face. ' Erik bursts out laughing again.
T'challa tries to wiggle out of Erik's vice like grip unsuccessfully.
' Where do you think you going? '
Erik nips at his ear and T'challa feels the anger drain from his body. Erik sucks small kisses on his neck.
' Stay here tonight. ' Erik suggests nuzzling T'challa's neck taking in his scent.
T'challa calmly reaches under Erik's pillow and pulls out what seems to be a poor attempt at a make shift shiv.
' Sloppy craftsmanship. '
T'challa mocks.
' That's mine. ' Erik warns as he swipes for it and misses.
Erik never had any pure intentions from the beginning. He tosses it to the floor and it falls with a loud clang. He peels off Erik's arm, gets up, pockets the shiv. He's glad that Erik's twisted sense of humor hasn't left him.
' Sleep well, Erik. ' the door closes.
After an hour of browsing for a blue film, Erik locks his tablet. It's no use, he still has blue balls. Erik needs a warm body to unclog his pipes. How will he begin to apply his horrible social skills to secure a shag ? Blind tinder ?
