When he’s first asked to housesit for Mr.Talis, he isn’t sure what to think. Yeah, it’s his coworker, but at the same time, he knows the man is a divorced bachelor. He doubts the apartment will be that nice. He is of course, proven incredibly wrong. A luxury high rise on the nice side of the city, where the sidewalk isn’t cracked with dandelions and people don’t cross the street to avoid a mugging. He feels out of place, to say the least. Why does the man even need someone to watch his apartment?! This place is safe enough to leave a gold watch on the ground! Obviously he invites his friends over. It’s what you do when you house sit. Break the trust of the one relying on you by inviting strangers into their home. But these aren’t strangers, at least not to Vik. There’s Ekko and Jinx (the college freshmen who he’s been tutoring), and Jinx’s sister Vi, and Vi’s girlfriend Cait (who seems to be from this area, if the quality of the sweater is to be believed), and some of their extended friends, and before he knows it, the 2000 square foot apartment is filled with people. There is thumping music, there is alcohol being poured, there is someone offering him a hit of shimmer and- Then he wakes up. The apartment is, for lack of a better word, trashed. Trashed beyond belief. But not beyond repair. It takes forcing everyone out, dumping cart loads of trash, and more money than he’d like to admit replacing things like picture frames and fixing appliances, but he has the place back in shape before Mr.Talis arrives. He honestly has to wonder how a man like Mr.Talis manages to afford a place like this. There’s still time before the host arrives home. Surely he’s allowed to laze around a little more? How it happens, he isn’t sure, but he thinks it started when he picked up one of the man’s jackets from the side of the bed, and had lifted it to his face to sniff. However it happened though, he finds himself fingering his hole, grinding against the bed, jacket pressed against his face. It’s almost dehumanizing, how desperate he is now. What would the man’s fingers feel like? They’re at least twice as thick as Viktor’s own. They’re calloused, he’s seen them, rough and heavy, but precise. Would he shove them down Viktor’s throat? Make him gag? Would he play with that pretty little cock of his before fucking him into the mattress? He has to remake the bed. Again. Certainly it won’t be an issue. And just as he finishes, he can hear the click of the lock.
