He stood in front of the house-no, mansion and sighed. Heavily. This would be his new life in this gigantic house-mansion. He had never felt so alone in his life. As he was contemplating what would happen if he stayed in the BMW forever, the chauffeur opened the door for him and smiled in that I-have-to-do-this-but-I-hate-my-job kind of way.
"There you are. You've finally arrived. I've been practically jumping out of my skin in anticipation," Brian said excitedly before enveloping him in a hug and a kiss that almost made him gag, "Come on, sweetheart let me show you our room." He took his hand and practically dragged him up the stairs.
The room was impeccable. In the center was a queen-sized bed with ivory white silk sheets and pillows to match. There was a walk-in closet to the right and a sandalwood armoire to the left. A big dresser with a mirror was opposite the bed. He walked towards the large window that showed him the most breath-taking view he'd seen in his 21 years.
The sun shone brightly outside; it was almost mocking him. He swore if he were in a cartoon, that damn ball of yellow would have the biggest smiley face in the world. The sky wasn't doing him much favors either. All blue and beautiful, no clouds to suggest any slight chance of rain. And that field. That beautiful, green pasture was straight out of a painting. Complete with tufts of purple and yellow scattered beautifully almost on purpose and the horses galloping freely about with no cares in the world. He wished for their freedom. But he had forfeited that when he allowed that band to be put on his finger, binding him to this man for-how long was it? But, he couldn't think of that now. Not while there were people benefitting from this sacrifice and especially not when he was so close to an open window that led to a beautiful field that could take away this pain in an instant if he just leaned out far enough and...
"Are you even listening to a word I was saying? If you want to pull this off, then it's best you start acting as though you actually care about me my love or well I don't really need to tell you the consequences now do I?" Brian smirked and walked over to his beautiful, new husband. Beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. He stroked his cheek and felt the young boy shudder at his touch.
"I..um..Brian, please stop," He hated when he stroked his cheek, "I'm sorry. I'll try harder in public. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention. I'm just a little tired from the flight." He backed away hoping to break contact, that touch made him shiver.
"Of course I understand. Dinner is at 7 so you have some time to rest a bit. I have to go check on a few things. I'll be back at around 6:30. I expect you to be ready by then. Your clothes are hanging in the closet. Rest up." Brian leaned in to kiss him and he instinctively pulled away slightly but he was pulled in anyway. "Beautiful." Brian whispered before pulling away and walking out.
He flopped down on the bed, repeated that heavy sigh from earlier, and covered his face with his hands.
"Welcome to hell, Noah."