Nanny and Erik lay under the willow tree in the garden after soaking up the sun. He watches
Kali takes a few feeble steps and plops onto it's butt. Breathing hard, already exhausted.
' Baby, come. '
He gives some encouragement. It follows the sound of his voice and looks into his direction. He starts to walk up to Erik's thighs. He tries to go over but his hind legs are too short. He's stuck, he looks to Erik for some help. Erik scoops him up and kisses his head.
' So cute. '
' Proud papa vibes. '
Erik rubs its fur and notices it's belly.
' Nanny made you fat. '
' He's barely 10 days old. '
' It looks like a cute little pouch. '
Erik picks up the bottle to give Kali the remainder of the morning milk. He drains it in seconds and turns to suckle on Erik's thumb. He sees Nanny switch on her tablet. Not this again.
' All your ideas are bad. '
Nanny makes an insulted noise.
' We don't share similar tastes. '
' Your not easily impressed. '
' I want something... light. '
' Dtf ? '
' Not that. '
' It's hard to explain. '
Nanny opens up her tablet to show Erik the new prospects she's found.
' What about Armezan the gym rat ? '
' Ew! Baby carrot nipples. '
' Reggie omw to the $. '
' His baby is ugleee. '
' What did the innocent baby do to you ? '
Erik shrugs irritated.
' Patrick Su. '
' Nappy beard. Nappy chest hair. Ugh ! '
' Jaymes au Naturale. '
' Offspring in the pfp earns an automatic block. '
Nanny gives up and locks the tablet.
Erik is in a mood today. His happy place has been ruined by an infestation of children running around the place supervised by the attendants. Adults lounging in the sun, sipping on something cold. School is out, no work. Today is a religious holiday. The first day of the festival of Bast.
' What about him ? '
' Where ? '
' By the water fountain. '
Erik is suprised to see T'challa in a Versace silk shirt and cream pants with white alligator loafers.
' He wasn't looking like that when I came here. ' Nanny laughs at the fact that Erik has never seen T'challa out of his work clothes.
' If he let me, I'd love to squeeze that juicy booty meat in my hands but he prolly too good for that. '
T'challa head whips around at the same time Erik finished making his lewd comment. He doesn't look so pleased.
' Am I going to be in trouble ? Why is he coming here ? '
' Peace out baby. '
Nanny gets up to intercept King T'challa.
' Your leaving me ? ' Erik whines.
She bows, touches his right hand on her forehead and excuses herself giving them some privacy. T'challa plops himself on the ground next to Erik.
' Njadaka, What did you do today ? '
' Nuthin much. Just chilling. '
' Nice fragrance. '
' I'm not wearing anything. ' Erik corrects him.
T'challa had been walking over to see Uncle Siyan by the water fountain but his panther senses got distracted by some sweet ripe smell. He followed it only to find that Erik is giving off that unique scent.
' My life is boring now. '
' Let's go. '
' Where ? '
' For the opening ceremony. '
' You won't be required to do much apart from watching. '
' Ok. '
T'challa gets another whiff of Erik's scent and he feels his dick tingle. He reminds himself that is neither the place or time. He's glad when he hears a set of four wheels roll up towards them. They get into the limo, it takes them to the Thomas Sankan Lounge.
T'challa leads them to the private suite reserved for them. Erik notices things. Like how there is one room and one bed between them. T'challa begins to strip and Erik excuses himself off to the washroom. Probably made him uncomfortable.
He hears a knock on the door. T'challa saying something about meeting for dinner. Erik gets dressed and joins T'challa at 1800 hrs.
' We still have time. '
Erik eats his dinner slowly as they chat.
' A large dark grey shiny rock. '
' I was sleepy and I was trying to catch some zzzz. '
' So what happened when you woke up and the rock had moved ? '
' Nanny lectured me. '
' What will you do the next time you see a large dark grey shiny rock ? '
' I will correctly identify it as a hippo. '
' Bast. Why does trouble keep finding you ? '
' Part of my charm ? '
The sommelier comes and serves them Amarula cream liqueur on ice. Erik slowly sips on his drink enjoying it's rich sugary creamy like texture. Dusk has set in but the heat from the evening sun still lingers on.
At 1900 hrs they hears the djembe drummers and the lights go off in their section.
They watch from the balcony facing Haile Selassie road. Large crowds of fun, fuckery and drunkness going on. The crowd parts in the middle to give way to the procession of tribal dancers.
Each tribe led by the musicians, flag bearers, flame throwers. Some show off their dancers agility, flexibility and fluidity, others got that slow fluid, sensual bounce. It gives Erik chills. He can feel the raised goosebumps form on his arm.
The energy from the crowd is undeniable, electrifying and contagious. There are constant shouts, cheers, and claps of appreciation. Erik feels something wet roll down his cheek. He feels T'challa's finger wipe away his tear. That has been happening a lot since Erik gained back his eyesight.
T'challa's been acting weird since the celebration began.
- Is this nigga is a light weight ? He just had one drink .
He's been sniffling like crazy. Allergies ? Shifting in his seat.
' You don't feel good. '
' Why do you say that ? '
T'challa asks dreading the answer to that question.
' Something wrong with your eyes. '
' Excuse me. ' He says quickly getting up and knocking down the table with it's contents.
Erik helps the waiter set things right.
He asks for the hookah. Asks for the sommelier for some snacks and to leave the entire bottle. He's not going to ruin his night.
T'challa makes a beeline for the private suite. He didn't expect Erik to trigger his heat. The smell is intense in the washroom. It smells like raw sex. Erik must have rubbed one out. T'challa stops to think that maybe it's affecting Erik in the same way but he doesn't trust himself.
He jumps out the window into the back alley. He gets on the first motorcycle he sees, hotwires it and manoeuvers his way past the endless throngs of people. He pulls in the night air trying to rid my lungs of Erik's scent. T'challa sneaks in through the garden, climbs up his window.
He goes to Erik's room to look for something that smells like him to relieve himself. He curls up in bed with Erik's seasoned draws, he cums after a few strokes. He's still hard. It's going to be a long night.
