The Unthought Fate [MxM]

Chapter 27

    Vlad

Sweet peaches and plums.... I am restless, hot and sweating... dehydrated. As we speak I'm drooling like there's nothing more delicious and addictive than what I'm watching.

He must be doing this on purpose, but there's no way. I hid myself carefully, to not show how much he affects me, but there is no other explanation, he must be doing it on purpose.

All evening, Calum has been helping around the farm, with hard labour and it was hard to say the least. There were two or three working in a team on some of the chores, but others he did alone.

He started alone, with chopping some wood. I was resting at a safe distance so I won't get hit by a wondering chunk of wood. And I did that just fine for the first five minutes, but then Calum started sweating. I was already admiring his body while picking that axe and hitting the log with so much precision and power, time and time again. I really liked what I was seeing, but when he stopped and took off his shirt... my heart skipped more beats. He wiped his face and chest with it and threw it on the ground.

I already gulped at the sight of his upper body and I knew how well built he was, but he started chopping some more wood.

And oh my soul....i was disturbed.

He took that axe with so much confidence and lifted it above him head with no effort. His arms were stretched and tense, his hands griping that handle tight, and every swing was coming with a vengeance on that poor wood. He's back muscles were tensing and flexing with each hit.

His already sweaty back was glistening from the effort, defining those muscles even more.

I think I looked like an idiot, because I just couldn't take my eyes of him and even surprised myself a couple of times with my mouth opened and worshiping him. There's no point in denying that my body reacted... haaard. I tried hiding it the best I could, but the pants were really uncomfortable at some point.

He would take a short break every ten minutes or so, to drink some water and splash a little over his hot body. Oh my soul...he must be doing this on purpose, but he wouldn't... would he? Mind you, it's autumn, not such a hot day, but the way he was drenching in sweat and displayed his delicious form was making me have a heatstroke.

After the show he offered with that axe, he took a short break and came to me to have a snack. No shirt on, nope. He gulped a bottle of water and was breathing heavily, but not that tired. He was so close to me and I could see the veins on his arms protruding and his muscles twitching with every move he made. I - I tried to be as composed as I could, but sweet apple pies it was hard... he was hard... and I was hard.

"I still have to help them with a fence, a herd of cows loosened and broke some poles and they need to be replaced and reinforced." he tells me, but I had a tough time keeping my eyes on his face. I just nod, because I couldn't do anything else, I was a mess, my eyes watching how some drops of sweat were traveling down his body.

Sweat was also on his face, dripping slowly from his forehead, along his cheeks and some made it to his lips. I watched closely one drop, being jealous because it could touch his skin and imagine when I saw he licked it near the corner of his lips... my breath hitched and the little smirk he had with his tongue out made me think he noticed. I looked again at his eyes and he was watching me... intensely.

I had a lump in my throat that wouldn't go away despite swallowing like crazy, my organ pulsed and my ass contracted. I was putty...

"Let's move to the fence" he suddenly said, breaking eye contract and went ahead. He took a few steps and seeing I wasn't following, he stopped and asked me confused "Aren't you coming?" I saw his eyebrow lifting and I had a feeling he was enjoying this so much. I scrambled to him, realization hitting me, and thank the power above I had a small basket filled with fruits and water I could use to hide my so embarrassing proof of being horny. It was all his fault.