Mitchell' s p.o.v
"We're almost here," Ben mumbled as we cross a road. We had agreed we would stay over night at his uncles, until nine tomorrow, then we will head back to the Crescents.
I trimmed my hair in the front before we left so it looked a little better then it did before, and less greasy.
Down the drive way we are walking, was a one story house. It was painted a dark beige, and had a light beige trimming. "This is his house?" I said, mouth open.
He nodded, "He is in medical," Pulling me close, he kicked the gravel, and dragged his feet along the path. "You dont have to worry about him either, I swear hes homosexual as well," Ben chuckled. We walked the rest of the way quietly, and knocked on the door. I started to press my clothes so they did not look as wrinkly as I thought they looks, though, in comparison to Ben's they looked much better. Ben just threw on a white button up shirt that he rolled up to his elbows, with black shorts."You look fine!" He held my hands, so I couldnt move them around. I frowned though, thinking differently. Maybe my clothes didn't match. I'm wearing a pair of shorts, that stopped just above my knee, with a pink shirt.
When the door knob turned I stiffened, shriveling into Bens side, my eyes wide.
"Ben! My boy!" A lean man cheered, he had a slight English accent.
"Hey, Uncle Larry," Ben beamed back, letting go of me, to pull the man into a hug.
I looked up at them, noticing how much Ben doesnt look like a slave, he has the nice blond hair, the tan, clear skin complection, and a built body. How the hell could he like m--
"Whos this boy right here?" Larry said, making me jump slightly,
"This is him," Ben smiled at me, "Mitchell,"
"Hello there, Mitchell. My name is Larry. Larry Rosewin," He opened his arms, and I couldn't move. I stood there like an idiot.
"He has been through lots," Ben said in Larry's ear, to which he nodded.
"I understand, well, come in now," He smiled, and walked into the house.
"Come on," Ben held his hand out, and I stared at that too. I was just, stuck there? Why? I think it was just shock. Larry was so nice, unlike all the other snobby people that gave you weird looks if you where looking at their shoes wrong. "He's not going to do anything, I told him already," Ben took my hand, and guided me into the house.
Closing the door quietly, removing our shoes, we walked into the house, and into the kitchen. "Ill make us lunch, and then we'll move into my study, If I am right, I'm aware," Larry looked at me. "That you would like to get examined??"
I nodded, my cheeks heating up a little. I was nervous.
"I'm making noodles with sauce, is that alright?" He look up from the pot he had in his hands, and Ben nodded, "How about you. You are not allergic?"
I stupidly shook my head. "N... N.. No"
"Good," Larry smiled flashing his white teeth. "If you two would like, I have a bathroom. . . Only one at a time, sorry, unless you both want to cram in one shower. But there are extra tooth brushes and what not under the cabinet. They are free if you want to use anything."
"Go ahead, Ill go in after," Ben said, kissing my cheek. I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I nodded, before scurrying down the hall, going to the last door, and opening it. My eyes bobbing out of my head.
His bathroom was beautiful! The walls were tiled half way up with black garnet, the shower was line with white tiles, as well as the floor. This was what bathrooms are supposed to look like. turning once, I walked over to the sink, squatting slowly, and opening the cabinets. Like he said, there was lots of toiletries.
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Im a Nobody
Historical FictionGay romance novel: [{The description is missing because I don't know how to describe the family}] Mitchell is a slave who serves an upper class family: The Crescents, who bought him at an actuation 3 years ago. © 2013 by T.W. All rights reserved...