31.Mar.14, 05:03 PM
Gabrin's words made the already red hue of his face deepen as he snapped his mouth shut. He wanted to deny the man's words, but his own memories were too clear on the subject to allow him such a luxury. His suggestion went to far and Eskan's embarrassment hardened enough to form a glare. "I'm not like you." He protested, still hanging onto the morals he'd been brought up with. He wasn't the same intoxicated man that had gone willingly along last night. His words lacked the venom he'd tried to force into them and the resulting tone was more question than statement.
He had a wife. Ekshan hadn't realized, but he'd never kept up with which holder married which. It had never affected him, well not until now anyway. It was too much information at once, even if he hadn't still been suffering from the affects of too much to drink and the nights he'd spent with Gabrin. He frowned at the nickname, sucking in an annoyed breath. "It's Ekshan." He muttered, not really expecting his words to make much of a difference. An annoying nickname was the least of his trouble at the moment.
Ekshan shifted uncomfortably as Gabrin began explaining how the rest of their morning could be spent. He ignored the little part of him that poked at him to give in, reminding him that despite his unwillingness to accept or believe it, he had enjoyed the previous night's activities. He would leave, the other man couldn't make him stay. He'd just go home and forget this every happened. Mention of his father though shattered that idea like crystal.
His father. Eskan stumbled backwards until the back of his legs came up against something, a chair, and he sat heavily. His head dropped down into his hands, elbows resting against his knees as the fight went out of him. Gabrin had him trapped and the other man knew it. The fleeting idea of exposing the other man first crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it. No one would believe the word of a cotholder's son over the word of a married holder. And if his father found there was no telling what he'd do to him, and he didn't want to find out. Being the other man's new plaything was the price of his silence. "No, I don't want that." He lifted his head, resting his chin against his palms. "I'm not the first am I?" Gabrin was far to relaxed, to polished for Ekshan to have been the first he'd lured into his bed. He hated the man for taking control of him so easily, but part of him admired and envied his skill.
He had a wife. Ekshan hadn't realized, but he'd never kept up with which holder married which. It had never affected him, well not until now anyway. It was too much information at once, even if he hadn't still been suffering from the affects of too much to drink and the nights he'd spent with Gabrin. He frowned at the nickname, sucking in an annoyed breath. "It's Ekshan." He muttered, not really expecting his words to make much of a difference. An annoying nickname was the least of his trouble at the moment.
Ekshan shifted uncomfortably as Gabrin began explaining how the rest of their morning could be spent. He ignored the little part of him that poked at him to give in, reminding him that despite his unwillingness to accept or believe it, he had enjoyed the previous night's activities. He would leave, the other man couldn't make him stay. He'd just go home and forget this every happened. Mention of his father though shattered that idea like crystal.
His father. Eskan stumbled backwards until the back of his legs came up against something, a chair, and he sat heavily. His head dropped down into his hands, elbows resting against his knees as the fight went out of him. Gabrin had him trapped and the other man knew it. The fleeting idea of exposing the other man first crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it. No one would believe the word of a cotholder's son over the word of a married holder. And if his father found there was no telling what he'd do to him, and he didn't want to find out. Being the other man's new plaything was the price of his silence. "No, I don't want that." He lifted his head, resting his chin against his palms. "I'm not the first am I?" Gabrin was far to relaxed, to polished for Ekshan to have been the first he'd lured into his bed. He hated the man for taking control of him so easily, but part of him admired and envied his skill.