Uncertain Beginnings
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,250
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Uncertain Beginnings
Ok, just keep in mind this took place in the late 1800's and you should be fine.
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Uncertain Beginnings
Sometimes I really wonder why I keep a journal anymore. My life has become just an endless routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, feed the animals, and then tend to the field. Then I feed the animals again, before feeding myself , doing chores, then going to bed. Reading, writing and baths fill up the rest of my time. It has all gotten so dull and tedious, so why do I bother writing anymore? I guess I write to keep myself from getting bored. Good reason I suppose.
Today was one of my better days. I went to town to sell my goods and drop off my sheep’s wool to my Aunt Gertie, who makes them into sweaters for me. She gave me the sob story of how she was getting older and her fingers aren’t what they used to be. Then came the usual lecture that if I had a wife I wouldn’t have to go to her.
I don’t feel that a wife would make things better for me. It would be someone to talk to and pass the time with but it wouldn’t make me anymore happy unless I found my one true soulmate. Not someone to tolerate like Ma and Da did. That is not the life I want.
I left Aunt Gertie very thankful that Aunt Margaret was not at home. I was lucky that I didn’t get twice the trouble this time. I went down to the town grocer and tried to make a deal with him for selling my goods.
“How much do ya have fer me dis time, Devlin?” The store keeper asked.
“Well, how much do ya need, Angus?” I asked with a smirk.
He gave me a very unamused look. The nature of a look that said he was too old to play games, which he was. So, I continued without more sarcasm.
“I’ve got a bushel of oats, 50 kilos of potatoes, and 50 kilos of corn, about 48 ears. If ya need more, I’ll git it to ya.”
“That sounds bout good fer now, lad. How much ya askin’ fer ‘em?”
Just then the door opened and I found myself looking at a man I never seen before. Obviously, a foreigner to sweet Ireland, with his dark, almost balck hair, and deadly blue eyes. The nature of eyes that could calm any ragin’ storm. I stood in awe of the man. A handsome man, nay, a beautiful man. As I stood there in this man’s gaze, I felt all my blood rush to my groin, not a very normal reaction you might say. I was frozen.
“Do either of you gentlemen know of an inn I could stay at?” His voice gave him away. He was definitely a foreigner, but with my lack of worldly knowledge I knew not where he was from.
“Depends upon how long yer stayin’.” Angus spoke up.
“I don’t know yet. I like this country very much already. I might stay longer than anticipated.”
“I could take you in.” I found myself talking without thinking of what I was saying.
“Really? I wouldn’t want to put you out.” His voice, his accent was so thick, and rich, and exotic. I was drowning in it.
“It’s no trouble. I live alone. I could use the company.”
“Well, thank you very much… My name is Mikhail Kostya. But just call me Mika.” He put his hand out and I shook it briefly.
“And I’m Devlin Brodie. Nice ta meet ya.”
He did a little looking around as I finished talking business with Angus. That old coot really drives a hard bargain but it is fair. That much is true. When we were done, I secured all his things on top of my trusted horse and we walked to my house. We couldn’t all fit on Henry with Mika’s bags. It was only fair that we both walk. Thankfully I don’t live too far from town.
The walk was a bit awkward at times but I learned a few things about him. Mika told me he was from Ukraine. Never heard of the country but it sounded exotic to me. He said he wanted to leave his home to explore and that he heard of Ireland’s beauty. This was a new experience for me, boarding a guest but I had a feeling that this would turn out nicely.
“Let me show you to your room.” I said when we got to the house. “It was my old bedroom.”
We walked upstairs. “So this is your parents’ house?”
“It used to be. My da built it with his own two hands. He left it to me in his will.”
He turned to me in the hallway and made full eye contact with me. His eyes were amazing, like ocean water. The nature of which I’ve seen in pictures. It was as if he put me under a spell.
“What happened to your mother then?”
I hesitated, trying to break out of my trance. “Ma died when I was born. Da raised me along with my aunts Gertie and Margaret.” I opened the door and lead him into the room. He put his things down and I left him to his unpacking.
“I would like to take a bath if it is not too much trouble.” He said politely.
“No, it’s not. I’ll draw you some water from the well.”
When I came back from fetching the water, I found him in the bathroom waiting for me. I poured the two big jugs into the tub and turned to find him undressing. It is impolite to stare but I was just so surprised by it. His skin looked so smooth, like that of a baby. I practically ran from the bathroom and these weird feelings he made me feel.
“Devlin?”
I stopped when I heard him call for me. I turned and faced him. I hoped that my cheeks were not bright red and I hoped that he could not see the swell in my trousers as much as I could feel it.
“Where’s the towels?”
“In the cabinet next to the tub.”
I finished the walk to my bedroom. I needed to sort some things out and clear my head.
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Uncertain Beginnings
Sometimes I really wonder why I keep a journal anymore. My life has become just an endless routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, feed the animals, and then tend to the field. Then I feed the animals again, before feeding myself , doing chores, then going to bed. Reading, writing and baths fill up the rest of my time. It has all gotten so dull and tedious, so why do I bother writing anymore? I guess I write to keep myself from getting bored. Good reason I suppose.
Today was one of my better days. I went to town to sell my goods and drop off my sheep’s wool to my Aunt Gertie, who makes them into sweaters for me. She gave me the sob story of how she was getting older and her fingers aren’t what they used to be. Then came the usual lecture that if I had a wife I wouldn’t have to go to her.
I don’t feel that a wife would make things better for me. It would be someone to talk to and pass the time with but it wouldn’t make me anymore happy unless I found my one true soulmate. Not someone to tolerate like Ma and Da did. That is not the life I want.
I left Aunt Gertie very thankful that Aunt Margaret was not at home. I was lucky that I didn’t get twice the trouble this time. I went down to the town grocer and tried to make a deal with him for selling my goods.
“How much do ya have fer me dis time, Devlin?” The store keeper asked.
“Well, how much do ya need, Angus?” I asked with a smirk.
He gave me a very unamused look. The nature of a look that said he was too old to play games, which he was. So, I continued without more sarcasm.
“I’ve got a bushel of oats, 50 kilos of potatoes, and 50 kilos of corn, about 48 ears. If ya need more, I’ll git it to ya.”
“That sounds bout good fer now, lad. How much ya askin’ fer ‘em?”
Just then the door opened and I found myself looking at a man I never seen before. Obviously, a foreigner to sweet Ireland, with his dark, almost balck hair, and deadly blue eyes. The nature of eyes that could calm any ragin’ storm. I stood in awe of the man. A handsome man, nay, a beautiful man. As I stood there in this man’s gaze, I felt all my blood rush to my groin, not a very normal reaction you might say. I was frozen.
“Do either of you gentlemen know of an inn I could stay at?” His voice gave him away. He was definitely a foreigner, but with my lack of worldly knowledge I knew not where he was from.
“Depends upon how long yer stayin’.” Angus spoke up.
“I don’t know yet. I like this country very much already. I might stay longer than anticipated.”
“I could take you in.” I found myself talking without thinking of what I was saying.
“Really? I wouldn’t want to put you out.” His voice, his accent was so thick, and rich, and exotic. I was drowning in it.
“It’s no trouble. I live alone. I could use the company.”
“Well, thank you very much… My name is Mikhail Kostya. But just call me Mika.” He put his hand out and I shook it briefly.
“And I’m Devlin Brodie. Nice ta meet ya.”
He did a little looking around as I finished talking business with Angus. That old coot really drives a hard bargain but it is fair. That much is true. When we were done, I secured all his things on top of my trusted horse and we walked to my house. We couldn’t all fit on Henry with Mika’s bags. It was only fair that we both walk. Thankfully I don’t live too far from town.
The walk was a bit awkward at times but I learned a few things about him. Mika told me he was from Ukraine. Never heard of the country but it sounded exotic to me. He said he wanted to leave his home to explore and that he heard of Ireland’s beauty. This was a new experience for me, boarding a guest but I had a feeling that this would turn out nicely.
“Let me show you to your room.” I said when we got to the house. “It was my old bedroom.”
We walked upstairs. “So this is your parents’ house?”
“It used to be. My da built it with his own two hands. He left it to me in his will.”
He turned to me in the hallway and made full eye contact with me. His eyes were amazing, like ocean water. The nature of which I’ve seen in pictures. It was as if he put me under a spell.
“What happened to your mother then?”
I hesitated, trying to break out of my trance. “Ma died when I was born. Da raised me along with my aunts Gertie and Margaret.” I opened the door and lead him into the room. He put his things down and I left him to his unpacking.
“I would like to take a bath if it is not too much trouble.” He said politely.
“No, it’s not. I’ll draw you some water from the well.”
When I came back from fetching the water, I found him in the bathroom waiting for me. I poured the two big jugs into the tub and turned to find him undressing. It is impolite to stare but I was just so surprised by it. His skin looked so smooth, like that of a baby. I practically ran from the bathroom and these weird feelings he made me feel.
“Devlin?”
I stopped when I heard him call for me. I turned and faced him. I hoped that my cheeks were not bright red and I hoped that he could not see the swell in my trousers as much as I could feel it.
“Where’s the towels?”
“In the cabinet next to the tub.”
I finished the walk to my bedroom. I needed to sort some things out and clear my head.
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