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"Can I help you?" The homeowner asked while frowning.
"Mmhp, mmhp." The man mumbled.
"What?"
The man pointed his mouth with his trembling fingers, cheeks all flushed and wet.
The homeowner paused and realized the stitches on his mouth. Someone sewed his mouth shut, he looked at the man, visibly sobbing and tried to express himself with his hands desperately. He's showing way more emotions than a visitor would. He looks so scared.
He could get rid of him if he turns out to be a visitor after all. He has protection.
"Come in." The homeowner said in addition to help him.
The man's watery eyes lit up when the homeowner opened the door for him, letting him in.
The man pressed his hands together, closed his eyes and tried to show how thankful he is. The man entered the house, head bowed down, following the homeowner.
The homeowner led him to the kitchen, telling him to sit down. When he saw the man obeyed his word, sitting down. He left the man alone in the kitchen, on his way to the bathroom. Finding the first aid kit to help him with his mouth.
He opened the box to see if he has everything he needs. He didn't really use anything in this box so yes, he had everything he needed.
He entered the kitchen with a slight motion, trying hard to not to scare him away.
"I'm gonna help you now." He sat right next to him, their legs slightly brushed. The man backed up when he saw the scissors on his hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you, trust me." He brought his hand to the man's lower jaw, not touching, just waiting for consent so he could help. "I'm gonna cut those stitches so you can speak freely again." He tilted his head for a response.
The man nodded and shut his eyes.
He brought his hand up to his cheek, really touching this time, steadying him still as he worked on his mouth. "It shouldn't hurt but let me know if it does." He cut nearly every single wire, carefully.
"It's almost done." He assured him.
He removed the wires on his lips that he just cut. He continued to hold his face in his hand even though his work was done. "Open your eyes." The man opened his eyes, eyelashes fluttered. He brought his hand to his lips. Feeling them.
"R xzm gzop." Words silently left his mouth as if he can't believe he can finally talk.
(I can talk.)
The homeowner scowled at the words he couldn't understand.
"I can't quite understand you but stay still, I'm gonna clean the blood off of your mouth." The man closed his mouth as he kept his eyes on the homeowner's concentrated face. Glaring at him intensely.
The homeowner caught his gaze for a second then quickly avoided eye contact with him. Why's he looking at me like that? He thought as he kept cleaning his face with clean bandages.
"You're all done, I'm gonna grab some futons from the closet so you can sleep." The homeowner stood up, closed the aid box and made a move to leave the kitchen. The man stopped him by grabbing his lower arm. "Thank you." He said with his thick accent.
The homeowner smiled, "No worries, now follow me so I can show you where you're gonna sleep."
"Okay." The man said, grinning.
"There shouldn't be more people coming tonight, so we can sleep." He talked as he handed the pillow to the man. "Will you be okay?"
"Rg dlfow yv yvggvi ru R hovvk rm hznv yvw zh blf." He muttered, glaring at the confused man in front of him.
(It would be better if I sleep in the same bed as you.)
The homeowner frowned, tried to understand at least a word so he can reply but no, he's clueless.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes?" He tried.
The man grinned then nodded. The homeowner let out a breath with relief when the man agreed to his words.
"I'll be at the next door, let me know if something's wrong, okay?" He avoided eye contact.
"Thank you." That must be the only sentence he knows how to say. The homeowner thought.
"All right, good night." He left the room without waiting for a response. He figured that much already, he couldn't speak English but he understands it very well. He wants to know more about that man but first he needs to figure out how to communicate with him.
The next day he woke up as usual, got rid of his bed clothes and put on something more appropriate. It wasn't like he cares about how he looks at his own house, it's that there's now people staying at his house. He didn't wanna look like a mess. As if the people in his house looked any better.
Anyway.
He left his room, made his way to the bathroom to wash his face and to check if he had any symptoms of a visitor.
He first checked his eyes. They're fine.
Teeth, normal.
He glanced at his hands, nothing unusual.
He immediately felt better after.
Left the bathroom with a slight move then he paused and glanced at the foreigner's room. Still closed. Maybe he went to the kitchen before him? The homeowner considered. I guess there's only one way to find out. He made his way to the kitchen, as he walked he heard the crowded noises coming from the kitchen.
"I told you not to do it!" Someone yelped in anger.
"You made a mess!" A thin voice.
"What's going on?" He asked as regards to loud noises.
"He broke the fucking glass!" Sassy girl scowled Daniel. "I literally told him not to do his fuckass acrobatic moves with the glass!"
The homeowner took a good look at the kitchen. The sassy girl and Daniel are fighting about the broken glass, and the coat guy in the corner next to the foreigner, watching the scene. Except the foreigner' eyes were fixed on him.
When their eyes met the foreigner tilted his head, gave him a look with a small smirk. The homeowner immediately looked away and went to stop the unnecessary fight. One glass isn't the end of the world, they need to get a grip.
When things eventually calmed down, the homeowner said, "Any of you guys had breakfast?"
"We were going to but thanks to Daniel we forgot to make any." Daniel rolled his eyes very visibly. The foreigner is sure Daniel saw his own brain with that eye roll. "It's okay, I'll make some." He opened the fridge, grabbed some eggs and tomatoes. "It'll be better if you guys wait in the living room." He said without looking back.
They left the kitchen, leaving him alone. At least he thought he was alone. When he finished washing the tomatoes, he took the knife in the drawer then started to slice them.
"Ovg nv svok."
(Let me help.)
The homeowner flinched as he heard the thick voice. The foreigner is right behind him, not touching but close enough to make his heart skip. He leaned as he put his arm to the kitchen counter, getting closer. The homeowner has plenty of space if he wants to avoid his touch. He just doesn't want to avoid it.
His back now touches the foreigner's chest.
"Blf'iv horxrmt gsvn gll gsrxp."
(You're slicing them too thick.)
"What?" He breathed, hard.
The foreigner pointed at the tomatoes with his eyes, leaning a little close. Holding eye contact.
"What's wrong with them?" The homeowner wants to disappear from his strong gaze.
The foreigner laughed, amused by him. He lifted his other hand from his pocket to grab the knife, snatching it softly from his hand. The homeowner backed up a little to see what he's gonna do, curious. The foreigner took a step to his right, his hips brushed to the homeowner' bulge. He's now fully standing in front of him, pressed against the homeowner.
"Jesus Christ." He said under his breath, not sure if the man in front of him heard it.
The foreigner started to slice the tomatoes a little thinner than he did. The homeowner now understood what he said earlier.
"Oh, you wanted me to slice them thinner?" He brought his both hands to the counter, caging him between. His lower arms pressed against his waist, "Are you gonna make the eggs as well?" He whispered to his ear, teasing. Keeping the contact as he spoke.
The foreigner turned his head to the homeowner, lips nearly touching.
He narrowed his eyes, "No." He said, not moving an inch. His eyes dropped to the homeowner's lips. His eyes got stuck there for a moment, he didn't look up until the homeowner took his chin, lifting it up to make eye contact with him.
"I don't think my eyes are down there." He didn't let go of his chin, instead he cupped his cheek fully. His thumb hovering over his lips, feeling them. It's in fact really soft regardless of his scars.
The foreigner parted his lips a little, the homeowner's eyes widened to the comeback. He immediately came to his senses, took his hand away from his face, blinking rapidly.
"I'm gonna make the eggs." He stuttered.
The foreigner rolled his eyes, xldziw. (coward.) he thought, turned his back to him. Finished slicing the tomatoes, putting them on a plate.
They prepared breakfast for everyone in silence, putting the silverwares and eggs to the table. The homeowner found some cheese and jam in the fridge, he put them on the table as well. The foreigner took the tomatoes he just cut, placed them on the table. He turned to the homeowner, seeing him filling up the water for everyone.
The foreigner walked towards him when he's done with pouring water into the cups. Pushing him a little hard to the fridge. The homeowner's confused eyes made the foreigner smirk. He leaned closer to his face, he can feel the shaky breaths he's taking.
"Ru blf wlm'g glfxs nv glmrsg, R'n tlmmz wl ivzo wrhtfhgrmt hgfuu. Gszg dlm'g vmw dvoo."
(If you don't touch me tonight, I'm gonna do real disgusting stuff. That won't end well.)
"Am I interrupting something?" Widowed woman peeked her head through the door.
The homeowner had to get him away from himself when he realized the foreigner didn't do any moves to pull away. He placed his hand to his waist and pushed him gently away, unlike him.
"Breakfast is ready, tell the others to come here." He said, tried to sound confident. As if all of his confidence didn't leave his body the moment the foreigner pushed him against the fridge, saying things he can't even understand with an appealing and a sharp tone.
When the woman left them alone again, "What was that for?" The homeowner asked with a lower tone.
The foreigner just grinned and backed up from the homeowner' grip on his waist. He went to sit down on a chair and started to eat the tomatoes, not waiting for others to come.
"I need to talk to you." The widow woman muttered.
The homeowner frowned, knowing she's not that talkative. She won't talk unless she's supposed to. He immediately thought the worst. Did something happen while he was gone? The breakfast went pretty well and normal, except for,
You know.
Sassy girl and Daniel annoyed each other as usual. The coat guy sat next to the foreigner and the bar guy kept glancing at them. He thought he was slick.
Well he's definitely not.
"Did something happen?" He finally asked.
The widow woman took a deep breath and she made sure no one's around, they're alone.
"Do you have something to tell me about the guy you brought yesterday?" She narrowed her eyes.
The homeowner choked on his own spit. "What? Why are you asking?" He said while trying to catch his breath. "You never questioned the people I let them in." He glared at her. "What's so special about him?"
"I can ask you the same question, what's so special about him?"
"What do you mean? Why are you talking weird?" He went to close the door when he realized the topic of the subject. "Do you think he is a visitor or something? He's not. I checked him."
"I know you did but did you check him differently than you did with us?" She smiled.
She never smiles, why's she smiling? The homeowner thought.
"How so?" He stuttered.
"Are you sleeping with that man?"
The homeowner went red, his eyes growed in surprise with the question. "How did you come to this conclusion?"
"If not, he definitely wants you." His mouth dropped a little. "He wants me?"
"Well, I mean if I heard him correctly in the kitchen then yes he wants you, bad."
"You can understand him?" He asked, shocked.
"Yes I can understand and speak Georgian." She said as if it was nothing.
"Can you tell me what he said in the kitchen?" He itches to know what he said with that tone.
"He said, "If you don't touch me tonight, I'm gonna do real disgusting stuff."
"Fucking Christ, are you sure he said exactly that?" The homeowner's heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, exactly that." She smirked. "Why? Are you gonna do something about it?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I don't wanna sleep with him."
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." She said,
Then he left the room without looking back.
He said he wants to sleep with me? That can't be true, he probably just wanted to mess with me or something. His mind reminds him of the scene of them being in the kitchen, him being pressed against the fridge, the foreigner' voice tone and his strong gaze when he said the words.
"If you don't touch me tonight, I'm gonna do real disgusting stuff."
This sentence echoed in his ears throughout the day. Over and over again.
No one knocked on the door tonight, surprisingly.
He placed his gun in the closet, locked the doors and checked the windows twice, closed the curtains. He walked to his room through the corridor and he suddenly stopped at the foreigner's door. Should he check on him?
Well, I mean I'm not gonna do anything, I just want to see if he's sleeping. He told himself like he's trying to convince himself to that fact. He knocked on the door twice, waiting for a response. There was no sound for a few seconds, then the sound of him getting up and walking filled the room. The foreigner opened the door with a slight motion, his eyes lit up when he saw him.
When the homeowner realized he's not gonna talk first, he took the words.
"Hi, I just wanted to make sure that you're okay." He brought his right hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it anxiously.
His nervousness made the foreigner smile.
"Wrw blf xsvxp lm veviblmv li zn R cfhg hkvxrzo gl blf?"
(Did you check on everyone or am I just special to you?)
"Umm.." The homeowner looked at him with embarrassment, not understanding anything.
The foreigner laughed and opened the door wide, grabbed him by his upper arm and pulled him towards the room. When he's sure the homeowner is in the room with him fully, he closes the door. Pushing him against the door, not touching him but still close.
"What's up with you and your obsession with slamming me against something?" He panted.
The foreigner leaned against him, putting his hand right next to his face.
"Gllp blf olmt vmlfts, gslftsg blf'w mvevi xlnv."
(Took you long enough, thought you'd never come.)
The homeowner took a deep breath before talking. "I want to ask you something, that's not why I came here but our position is pretty fitting for this question."
The foreigner raised his eyebrows, curious what he's gonna say. He shook his head for him to continue.
"So, do you remember the thing you said to me in the kitchen before the widowed woman came?"
The man grinned then shook his head as yes.
"Widowed woman told me that she can speak Georgian and she heard you very clearly in the kitchen."
The foreigner now knows the fact that she heard him saying those words and understood him clearly. The homeowner thought the foreigner would be embarrassed, even a little but he was dead wrong.
The foreigner smirked and placed his left hand on the door as well, encasing him between.
"R yvg hsv glow blf dszg rg nvzmh, gszg'h dsb blf'iv sviv."
(I bet she told you what it means, that's why you're here.)
"Is it true?" The homeowner questioned.
"Dszg wl blf gsrmp?" He whispered to his lips, still not touching.
(What do you think?)
The homeowner let go a shaky breath. He wants to kiss him but should he kiss him? What if it ends badly?
The foreigner was tired of waiting for him to make the first move so he took the control and crashed their lips together. The homeowner gasped as he felt the soft lips against his, he's still surprised that his lips are still soft after what happened to his mouth. The foreigner grabbed his neck to pull him closer as he kissed him like there's no tomorrow.
The funny thing is there might be no tomorrow but the foreigner chose not to think about it.
The homeowner parted his lips for him to get a better access to his mouth. The foreigner felt accepted to the homeowner's warm and wet mouth as he parted them apart, sliding his tongue to his mouth in addition to taste and feeling him better. The homeowner realized he's slowly growing down there when he felt the tongue inside his mouth.
The homeowner brought his hands to his waist and pulled him closer to himself. Pressing their hips together. That move made the foreigner whimper to his mouth.
The homeowner broke the kiss for a second then said, "My bed."
He opened the door he was pressed against, pulling him outside the room with him. His head fell to his neck, sucking the sensitive skin, leaving wet kisses down to his collarbones as they walked.
When they finally arrived in his room. The foreigner pulled back, looking at him with lust filled eyes. He pushed him to the bed, without waiting a second he climbed on top of him, started to kiss him more eagerly. The homeowner brought his hands to touch him under the shirt, he wrapped his arms around his bare waist like a vine, not letting him go.
The homeowner grabbed the hem of his shirt, waiting for consent. When he saw the foreigner nodding, he took his shirt off completely. His eyes lingered on his half naked body, visible collarbones, moles that started at his neck and followed randomly to his crotch, some are small, some are bigger than the other ones. He has a waist, thinner than an average male person would've but not thin enough as a female would have. He has some visible scars on his chest, the homeowner is so damn sure that it's the same person who sewed his mouth shut, did this.
The foreigner felt overwhelmed under his gaze, he crashed their lips together so he could avoid it. He brought his hands to the homeowner's short hair, fixed his head to the right position so he could get a better access to his sweet mouth. The homeowner's hands pressed against his bare back, hard. The foreigner's so sure it's gonna leave a mark tomorrow.
He doesn't care about tomorrow, he doesn't care about life itself.
But we're not talking or thinking about depressive stuff while making out.
The foreigner let go a whine when the homeowner lifted him by his hips, placing him to his thick and sorta muscular thigh. He understood immediately what he was trying to do. He started to move his hips with the help of the homeowner.
He felt his breath get stuck to his throat with sudden pleasure. He started to feel dizzy in the head with each thrust.
"Take all you need." The homeowner said as his eyes lingering over the man on his lap.
The foreigner slowed down with his moves after a while, not wanting to come to his pants. His gaze fell to the man.
He's not sure what he saw on his face but immediately after he grabbed him by his hips lifting him from his lap then placed him on the bed.
The homeowner looked down at him when the foreigner's back met the cushions. He muttered some praise words then he started to kiss every scar and mole, lovingly.
The foreigner noticed, shut his eyes to avoid the tears. He's not gonna cry during making out with someone but if the homeowner keeps edging him with those loving kisses he's gonna burst into tears.
The homeowner removed his own shirt as well, after that he met his lips once again. This time, it's more messy and needy. The foreigner lifted his hips to brush against the man above him. The homeowner grabbed his arse and pushed him down to the bed.
"Eager, are we?" Chuckled as his hands hovering around the foreigner's zipper.
"Are you sure?" He asked, not forcing him to do anything.
The foreigner nodded quickly, not being able to answer him in words the way the homeowner would understand him, making him more furious than the way the homeowner is edging him.
The homeowner finally unzipped his pants as well as his boxers.
He placed himself between his legs, parting them apart so he can have better access.
The foreigner let out a whimper when his leaking cock met the cold air, desperate for his touch.
"Ufxprmt svoo."
(Fucking hell.)
The homeowner leaned down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his stomach, right above where his cock strained.
"What do you want?" He asked, the foreigner could feel his warm breath on his hard cock.
The foreigner gasped as he grabbed the homeowner by his hair and dragged him down. That made the homeowner smirk. "You want my mouth?" He slid his tongue over the tip throbbing cock of his. "As you wish."
Then the homeowner licked him. One slow, deliberate stripe from base to tip, tongue broad and wet.
The foreigner choked on his own spit, his back arched off the bed. But still continued to guide the homeowner's head over his hard cock.
The homeowner hummed as he took him down to his throat. Dragging his lips around him teasing him just enough to have the foreigner groaning from above, reacting so good to every lap of the homeowner's tongue.
The foreigner's hips bucked up with a needy whine, couldn't help himself.
The homeowner pressed one broad palm down on the foreigner's stomach, pinning him down to the bed.
"Xzm blf yv z orggov, z orggov uzhgvi. Ufxp." Trembling under his touch.
(Can you be a little, a little faster. Fuck.)
The homeowner had absolutely no idea what he said but the foreigner's voice was so desperate that he figured out what he could possibly say. So he fastened his speed with his mouth.
Plus, what could you possibly say in this situation? Whoever didn't understand what he wants, should be considered as pure retarded. He thought.
The homeowner set a pace, not teasing this time. Thrusting himself to his cock with no mercy, licking eagerly, taking him fully. Therewith he grabbed the foreigner's hips hard enough to make him squirm under his touch, making such pretty noises.
He goes on like that for a moment, hollowing his cheeks as the foreigner moans softly above him. The homeowner keeps a hand on his stomach, liking the way he can feel the muscles quivering under his palm.
After a minute the homeowner has to come up for air. Glaring him down as he breathed.
"Ollp zg blf, zoo uofhvw zmw yivzgsovhh."
(Look at you, all flushed and breathless.)
Those words are all it takes for the homeowner to come back with a renewed fervor.
The homeowner gripped the foreigner's thighs as the cock slid further into his mouth. In and out, lingering. Retreat and back inside, further with each thrust. Hips rocked at a high pace, sliding so smooth.
The foreigner feels like he's gonna lose his mind.
Not even a minute later the foreigner grabbed the homeowner by his hair and tried to let him know that he's close. The homeowner didn't even bother to back up.
He swallowed him whole as the foreigner's body twitched with pleasure.
The homeowner wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
The foreigner dropped his arched back to the bed with a gasp. "Gszg dzh ufxprmt znzarmt." He muttered while he tried to catch his breath.
(That was fucking amazing.)
The foreigner straightened his back and crawled next to the homeowner.
"Dszg ziv dv tlmmz wl drgs gsrh?" He asked then he brought his hand to the homeowner's bulge so he can understand what he's asking. Stroking it through the cloth as he talked.
(What are we gonna do with this?)
The homeowner's breath twitched with a sudden touch.
"You, you don't have to do anything. I can take care of it. Don't worry." He's not a person who wants something in return, he's a grown man.
The foreigner frowned, "Yfoohsrg." (Bullshit.)
The foreigner grabbed his large shoulders, pushing him down to bed. Opening his zipper as he climbed on top of him. The homeowner whimpered when their skins touched for the first time.
"R xzm'g hfxp blf luu gsv dzb blf wrw yvxzfhv lu nb nlfgs yfg R szev hfxs tllw szmwh."
(I can't suck you off the way you did because of my mouth but I have such good hands.)
The foreigner palmed the homeowner's hard and already leaking cock and started to stoke it slowly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." The homeowner cried out. "You feel so good."
The foreigner kept his pace with his hands as he lowered himself towards his neck. He started to leave wet kisses, trailing down with his tongue. The homeowner's eyes rolled back with the growing pleasure.
The foreigner fastened his movements with his hands when his tongue was busy with his nipples, making the homeowner see the stars.
"Jesus fucking Christ." He yelped, desperate for him.
The homeowner brought his hand to his wavy purple hair, pulling him off of his chest. Crashing their mouths together.
The foreigner let out a gasp when his tongue entered his mouth, exploring him while the foreigner worked on his cock. The kiss kept getting sloppier, but the mess in the foreigner's hand is worse than the saliva on their mouths.
"I think I'm gonna.." The homeowner let him know.
"Xlnv lm nb szmw." He whispered to his ear.
(Come on my hand.)
His orgasm rips through him, letting out a breathless shriek against the foreigner's shoulder as his vision whites out completely. "Holy shit." He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath so he can speak normally again and not stutter like a horny teenager stutters in front of their crush.
The foreigner smirked then dropped himself next to him as well.
"R'n tlmmz hovvk sviv, blfi yvw rh nliv xlnuligzyov gszm gsv hluz."
(I'm gonna sleep here, your bed is more comfortable than the sofa.)
The homeowner turned to him, still not understanding a thing.
"I have absolutely no idea what you said but you're not leaving, you're gonna sleep in here."
The irony.
The foreigner laughed quietly, then he said "Okay."
The homeowner opened his arms for him to come. The foreigner pulled the blanket over them and buried himself in the homeowner's neck.
The foreigner could swear this might've been the best sleep he had in weeks.
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It's morning. Everything is normal. No one suspected anything or heard anything. So that's good.
The homeowner went to the kitchen to make them some breakfast. Eggs and tomatoes. As usual.
When he started to cut the tomatoes thinner than usual. He smiled at himself.
The door opened, someone entered the room.
The homeowner turned his gaze to the person.
Widow woman.
The woman sat down on a chair right behind him.
She smiled and said, "You were saying?"