He climbed the stairs to his floor, barely able to move his legs from fatigue. The day had been hard, his thoughts were confused, and instead of the usual joy of returning home, anxiety was growing inside.
"I need to talk to Blaine tomorrow," Rava thought tiredly, taking out his keys.
He felt that they were on the right track in developing their relationship. If Blaine was so openly defending him in front of his boss, then this could not be anything other than a manifestation of sympathy. Yes, Rava still could not justify Blaine's behaviour regarding the cheek. But he was sure that he did not want anything bad.
When Rava approached the door of his apartment, his mood improved significantly.
The lock clicked, and at the same second, he felt someone else's presence.
First, he felt the acrid and pressing smell of men's cologne. Then he saw a big shadow. A cold prick passed between Rava's shoulder blades. Hades was standing on the threshold, lazily leaning against the doorframe.
"It's only been a day, and you're already here," Rava exhaled, and his voice trembled treacherously.
He wanted it to sound sarcastic, but the phrase broke into a hysterical outburst.
Hades grinned.
The man, as always, looked perfect: an Italian-cut suit, shiny shoes, and styled hair. He looks the same as always. As Rava remembers him from the first day of their meeting. Looking at his hands, he saw yesterday's gifts. Rava frowned.
"How long have you been waiting for me?"
"We didn't finish yesterday," he said quietly, and in his voice was that very hint of discarded gifts or... or was it a kiss without continuation?
Something twisted inside Rava. A sickening mixture of fear, shame and anger.
"I have a stream in a few minutes!" he blurted out, clutching at the last thread of salvation.
"Fine," Hades nodded, "then I'll watch it from here."
He stepped into the kitchen, as if everything here belonged to him.
Rava couldn't move. The anger was boiling up more and more.
Hades looked around with lazy boredom, sliding his gaze over the peeling walls, the old sofa, the cracked windowsills.
"Worse than I thought," he said, twisting his lips. "This apartment is disgusting not only from the inside."
Rava clenched his teeth. He wanted to throw him out. He wanted to at least say something caustic. But his fingers were shaking, his head was empty. He silently headed for the bathroom. The man followed him.
"Just start the stream. Just ignore him. He'll go away." Rava said, not paying attention to the man standing behind him.
"Move back to me."
Rava said nothing, which caused the man to react violently. In one long stride he reached Rava. Before he could even spit the toothpaste from his mouth, the man covered his lips with his own.
The foam of the toothpaste mixed with the smell of men's cologne and the tart taste of tobacco. All this together twisted into a disgusting lump, which he almost swallowed from the suddenness.
Rough lips rubbed against his own, crushing, tearing off the remains of the minty coating along with the feeling of himself. Rava's long hair was compressed into a lump.
"Ha, aah, mnkh"
Then Hades' fingers squeezed his jaw hard, holding it in place, so that the pain echoed in his cheekbone.
His breath hit his face in heavy, wet gusts, from which he wanted to close his eyes and recoil.
Rava did not kiss back. He stood frozen, with the feeling that his lips were defiling, dirtying, leaving invisible marks on him.
Mentally, Rava had already given himself entirely to Blaine. So why couldn't he fight back now?
The world shrank to a disgusting smell, sticky breath, and the pressure of hands that made him want to escape at any cost.
Finally, Hades pulled away from him, only to move down to his neck, giving him almost no respite.
A rough, wet tongue slid over thin skin, leaving a wet, disgusting mark. Meanwhile, his hand climbed under his shirt and began to knead his nipple.
Rava shuddered when someone else's teeth sank into his neck, leaving a painful hickey.
"Move to my place," Hades hissed, holding him by the chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. His other hand tightly wrapped around her waist, not giving him a chance to escape. Breathing heavily, they looked at each other for a long time.
Without waiting for an answer, Hades began to knead Rava's lips again. The lips began to bleed, but Hades licked all the blood like desired juice.
Then, he sat Rava on the sink and began to rub his mound against the buttock slit, simultaneously trying to penetrate the stranger's mouth with his tongue. Without stopping rubbing, Hades decided to gently kiss Rava on the cheek and repeated.
"Come back to me."
Rava, weakened by accumulated fatigue and the first caresses in a long time, relaxed. But remembering "with whom" he did it, his whole body began to shake with the desire to run away.
"No," he said, his voice trembled, but sounded firm.
From the expected, but still unpleasant answer, Hades loosened his grip. Thus, Rava broke free from his hands. He quickly turned around and left the bathroom, leaving behind him drops of water dripping onto the floor, the taste of toothpaste mixed with someone else's disgust, and all his barely retained dignity.
Flushed, he began to set up the equipment with lighting. The man still followed him loyally.
"Take your damn gifts."
"But I chose them myself."
"All the more reason to take them back," Rava retorted.
His breathing could not be restored for a long time. Yes, viewers might like to immediately turn on the stream and see Rava's face like that. But he refused to think about the fact that this particular person caused such a violent reaction in his body.
Meanwhile, Hades calmly examined the apartment. Although it was no more than forty square meters, for Rava it was quite cozy and spacious. But with Hades here, the apartment seemed like a cage.
"Do you like the app? Is the new update good?" An unexpected question made Rava stop preparing. Rava was already choosing a suit for the stream, but out of surprise he turned his gaze to Hades, who was examining the man's cutlery. Seeing only one cutlery, he smiled contentedly.
"Yes, it's fine," Rava answered reluctantly, just to leave him alone.
Coming up close, the man snatched Rava's outfit from her hands and his face, recently shining with joy, became gloomy.
"What kind of cheap thing is this? I never bought you something like that. Who is it from?"
"From a subscriber," Rava answered without any problems.
The answer did not satisfy Hades, on the contrary. He became even angrier and threw the thing to the other side of the room.
"Your only subscriber, sponsor, owner, client and buyer is me!" he hissed through his teeth. His hands clenched into fists. Rava closed his eyes, thinking that he would hit him, even covered his face with his hand.
Seeing such a pitiful sight, Hades grinned.
"How disgusting," he turned around and sat down on the couch, "I recently donated you eight thousand, buy yourself something appropriate. Don't disgrace yourself."
Rava immediately remembered that stream.
"You know, Hadie," he whispered sweetly. The man smiled sweetly and relaxed on the couch, "why don't you go fuck yourself?"