Sweetest Touch (ManxMan)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Gavin’s POV

I could say I was a fairly calm guy. I didn’t get riled up easily and I didn’t have a short tempered. But Ivan was just a walking fire, not because he was hot which he was to be honest but he would flare up to anything that ticked him off.

“How can you missed this spot!?” he exclaimed when I finished wiping the cabinet too high for him to reach. He pointed the spot with a broom. “There!”

I followed the broom and saw there was a tiny stain of dust still sitting there. “You and your eyes…” I mumbled as I wiped that spot clean. “What?” oh, I knew he heard me.

When I didn’t answer he went to continue wiping the window frame. It was quite high but manageable for him. He reached up and I took a peek and saw his shirt went up, exposing his naked slim waist. He was pale, similar to Blake. Their hair and eyes were the same colour. Yet, their looks were completely distinguishable. Blake had a gentle and innocent look on his face while Ivan had a sharp and regal feature.

To think just a year ago I was embracing that thin frame on his hotel bed, just cuddling and sleeping. That incident with Ivan prompted something in me which I never knew. I knew I was straight. I liked girls. But only with the physical aspect of it. There was something about Ivan that pulled me in. He was harsh, cruel and downright rude. But he had the air of authority, regal-like and confidence like I had never seen before. My brother was almost like that but he was just arrogant.

Ivan was now standing on his toes trying to reach that highest part. The shirt slid further upwards, exposing more of his smooth skin. I was sure his skin was smooth. I noticed he stopped moving and I turned to look up to see he glared at me.

“Like what you see?” he asked, sarcasm thick in his voice. I couldn’t help but grin. “Couldn’t help it when you got a beautiful man in front of you,” I countered. I saw his eyes glinted and quickly returned to his chore. He was blushing. He was acting like nobody ever saw him as beautiful. But he was. He was so beautiful inside and out. I may need to ask Blake later why he was acting like everyone had ulterior motives for him.

About an hour later, we finished cleaning around the house and I plopped down on their loveseat, enjoying the full blast of the air conditioning. “Here,” Ivan appeared from behind the couch and handed me a cold energy drink. I muttered a thank you and gulped it down. He sat next to me staring at the drink between his hands.

I sneered past my eyelids and noticed he was biting his nails. I realized he did this when he was thinking about something. “What are you thinking about?” I asked. He turned to me swiftly as if I caught him by surprise. “Huh?”

“You’re thinking deeply about something,” I stated. He stared at me, as if studying me. “Something,” he answered and continued biting his nails. I didn’t think he was aware what he was doing. He looked like he was in a trance. I’ve noticed him doing this in the lab as well. It may come off like he was daydreaming but in fact this was his way of thinking about things.

I saw he changed fingers and I knew I should stop him before his fingers went bald. I put my drink onto the table in front of us and I reached towards him to wrap my hand around his wrist. He immediately scowled and looked up at me as if just noticing me. I used my other hand to grab his drink from his other hand and placed it next to mine.

“Wh—“ he started but I grabbed his hands and ran my thumbs in his palms. He looked down to our hands, perplexed. Well, he should be. I wouldn’t do this to just anyone. He didn’t pull away or swear at me so I knew he was okay with this.

“Stop thinking too much. You’ve been biting your nails since forever. Look,” I said and turned his hands around to show him his fingers. He grimaced when he saw his fingers. “Not really. I don’t only bite them when I think…” he started. Then he looked away. I could feel his fingers turned cold. And I knew the only reason why people get cold fingers; cold, fear and nervous. I was betting on the last one.