To Seduce a Butler (Yaoi/BoyXBoy)

Chapter One--Michael

 Michael Day needed an answer, and he needed it now.

He pushed the young butler against the refrigerator. "Are you saying you don't care if I go out with her?"

Sam struggled against Michael, but it was no use. Michael had too good a grip on him. So he turned his eyes to the floor and whispered, "I'm saying it's not my place."

Michael had tried—God, how he’d tried—to keep his distance from Sam. A lanky kid with surfer-long hair and blue eyes wasn't the type he usually chased after. Hell, Michael hardly did any chasing. Girls went after him, and they were usually the type that didn't care whether or not he called the next day. And Michael liked that arrangement.

But all that had changed a few weeks ago.

Michael had just arrived home. His parents thought it would do him good to leave the state for school, but he proved them wrong, yet again. Academic probation after a year. Kicked out of the university the second year.

The flight had left Michael tired, and all he wanted was to fall into bed. He'd known someone was in his room before he entered. He could hear humming intermixed with faint singing. 

His door was swung open. Readjusting his duffel bag, Michael had peered around the doorframe and spied the skinniest person he'd ever seen fluffing pillows. The butler's back was towards him, but that didn't matter. If Michael had to judge by his mother’s previous choices, this kid would probably be good looking, which meant he’d be dumb as a rock, too. Just once, Michael wished Mommy Dearest could pick someone who was competent, but that would mean hiring someone who was as old as she was, and Mommy didn't like being reminded of her age.

Michael shook his head at the thought. He felt guilty for thinking Sam could ever be dumb. The hum of the refrigerator pulsed around them. Sam tried again to slip out of Michael's hold again. "Master Michael, please--"

"I told you not to call me that. It's Michael. Just Michael."

Sam's mouth tipped downwards. "M--Michael. Are you going to keep me here forever?"

"Can I?"

Sam sighed. "I have other things to do before calling it a day."

Michael was growing frustrated. For the past few weeks, he'd stayed away from Sam. From Sam’s frail body. His thin shoulders. His high cheekbones. But now, this close, Michael was aware of everything that he was trying to avoid from day one.

"Sam, do you think I imagined myself doing this? This--holding my parents' butler against a fridge? I just--I want you, Sam. I'll cancel my date with Lacy if you'll just tell me you'll spend the night with me."

Sam bowed his head, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I can't. I'm sorry."

Michael’s brown eyes narrowed. If he was going to be brushed off, he didn't need Sam's pity. “Stop it. Stop apologizing.”

Sam tipped his head up, his eyes watering. “But I am sorry. I wish I could do everything your family asks of me. And that includes you. But right now--it's not the best time.”

“Why not?”

“I have my family to think of."

“How does your family have anything to do with this?"

It was Sam's turn to narrow his eyes. “They have everything to do with this."

Michael gave in to his feelings. He lowered his face to the butler’s shoulder, the stubble on his cheek catching in Sam’s black jacket. “See? That’s just it. You left everything behind for them, didn't you? And you care so damn much about making us happy, when you don’t know the half of what’s gone on in this family. You’re so damn nice. No one’s ever been as nice as you are to me, Sam.”

“’Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,'" Sam quoted.

Michael drew back. "Huh?"

"The Golden Rule,” Sam explained.

Michael's eyes seared into Sam’s. “You want me to show you what I'd like you to 'do unto me?'” He crushed his mouth against Sam’s, his tongue seeking out every dark corner.

“Stop,” Sam breathed into Michael, which caused Michael to press down harder. His hands moved from Sam’s shoulders. One found Sam’s free hand and lifted it above his head. The other reached down for Sam’s zipper.

Startled, Sam brought up his knee into Michael's groin, causing Michael to grab his stomach and keel over.

Sam kneeled next to Michael. "Master Michael, can I get you a bag of ice?"

Michael pushed Sam so hard he fell onto his ass. "Just get the hell away from me, Sam. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. That's what you do to me. You stop all my thoughts." He looked at the floor. "I don't want to see you again, Sam."

Michael heard Sam's retreating footsteps. He put his face into his hands. He needed to get out of this house, and get out of it fast. Maybe a night out with Lacy would be just the thing to break him away from reality. From Sam.