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Mail Order Bride? (lonelysong & LoveTheWayYouLie)

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Mail Order Bride?

Storyline with loneysong & LoveTheWayYouLie.​

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Things had been rather slow in his life lately. Nicholas hadn't ever been one to think his life would slow down. The young man had been on the fast track his whole life. From the moment he was born he had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and given the best of everything. His mother and father were the lead owners of a fortune 500 company, and made sure their children wanted for nothing.

They put their three kids through college, Nicholas being one of them. The youngest son, he finished the top of his class and went on to help the banking company with his father. The years that he took care of these things he was married, and had a little girl with his beautiful wife. But....things didn't really work out for the best. Ending in divorce just a year or so later. Nicholas had thought he was ready to focus on himself and the company as his father was starting to get on in years.

But, like it had been stated before. His life had gotten dull. Yes, he went out on dates with many different women, but none of them seemed to keep his interest. He was a hard working, and rich man so he knew that all the girls saw in him was his money. Just like his ex-wife. So, he didn't have the ability to trust alot of people in the name of love. He had tried, but had slowly taken to spending his nights with ladies that didn't want to take all of his money, by paying them.

His siblings asked on a regular bases if he was seeing anyone, and of course he said no. He was busy with work most the time. Of course that was just an excuse, and they knew it. Thats when they decided to liven things up abit for their rather gloomy brother. He ordered him a wife. Nicholas's brother Jason knew of a web site in his line of work that sold brides and husbands from all over the world to the highest bidder on a selection of looks. At first, when this had been brought up to Nicholas he was against the idea. He wasn't going to be taking on some married slave to him! That was sick!!

But when Jason explained that many of those women were desperate to get out of the countries they lived in and that coming to America to live with a rich husband was their dream. To get out of the poor lives they were living in their own personal hell. Jason explained that they were not....looking for stealing money. The mail order brides were bound to their husbands by the money they gave them, not the illegal money they got. So, they wouldn't be after Nicholas's money....just a new life. And this...tempting Nicholas into agreeing to this process.

It was the option for a new life, something interesting and remotely safe. So filling out the paper work, Nicholas picked the physical appearance of the wife he would like the most. Creamy skin, with long legs and a slim yet tight body. Long black eye lashes, and blue or green eyes. He loved thick black hair, so that was the hair color he wanted in his bride. And the country they ordered from? Russia. And the paper work, with the money was sent away. There was a three to four week waiting period to where the bride was driven right to her new home.

This, was very exciting. Nicholas felt renewed from his old slump. Getting the room next to his ready. He didn't want to come on to strong, or scare the new wife so he made sure there was an option to freedom and their own choices. But, he hoped, as they got closer that things could relax alittle. But he isn't going push it. But the rest of the house was clean as well. Today was the day...and he was almost giddy with this new little change in life.​

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The trees outside were starting to turn orange and reds in the change of the fall. Upper New York State was beautiful this time of year at the end of September. Nicholas fixed his shaggy blonde hair in the mirror and pressed out his gray sweater. He looked very handsome and dashing, and couldn't stop the small smile coming to his face.

The beeping sound of a car crossing the front gates went off and he smiled, walking to the large windows to see a black car pulling up to his front door. She was here. And it was time to see this new adventure.​
 
Dmitry was born and raised in Russia. A horrible country if Dmitry was to be honest. He hated it, hated all the politics, hated how if you were rich you were king and if you were poor you were subjected to the whims and desires of the rich. You had to do the jobs you were given, eat the food you were given, and be the person they expected you to be. So when a man, dressed in black, came to Dmitry's shit house apartment that was big enough for a stove, small fridge, and a tiny bed, and offered him a chance to get to America, he jumped at the opportunity. It was then that he was taken to what he would always refer to as 'Boarding School'. Here he was taught how to please anyone and everything. He was given drugs to keep him compliant and drowsy as they took him in any way imaginable. All the while, he kept the dream of America in his mind.

After a few months, he was told that to get to America he had to be ordered. Dmitry's hopes sank. No one would want him. So he became depressed and addicted to the sedatives. But one day, the call came in, Dmitry's number was picked, he was woken early that morning, washed, scrubbed, and cleaned and set on the first airplane. To say he was excited was an understatement. He was beside himself. America. Just the thought sent tremors down his spine. Someone that wanted him specifically, someone who wanted someone like Dmitry. He gripped his hands in front of him and smiled broadly. He was dressed in a nice suit and tie as if he were going to his own wedding. When the plane stopped in New York, he got off and was greeted by a Russian "cousin" also in a suit and tie.

This man was short and fat and lead him to a nice black car with tinted windows. They drove a ways and Dmitry soaked it up. It was beautiful here. He wanted to clap his hands excitedly. But a glance from the fat "cousin" and he looked down keeping demure. The way he was taught to be. Soon they were passing a black gate and coming up the drive to a very nice house. When they stopped, the "cousin" told him to wait and got out of the car and knocked on the door and waited for the man. Dmitry had no idea who was behind the door and how he would respond.

Dmitry had the tight little body that some sometimes joked bordered on feminine. His black thick curly hair was always a bit on the shaggy side, his blue eyes watched the house that were framed by impossibly long eyelashes. He bit his lip and waited swallowing softly and very scared all of a sudden.

When the door opened, the man looked up at the customer and looked at his clipboard. "You, Nicholas?"
 
Nicholas knew not the horrors of the world, yes he was aware of the lives of the sick and dieing in Africa and all over the world. And he felt bad for those in the world that suffered, that is why he agreed to this marriage thing. It was the chance to really help someone. To take someone from their poor and hard life and share his wealth and time. He had been living the wild life long enough on his off days.....it was time to settle down with someone again. And be the man his family was counting on him to be.

The rather fat man got out of the car, Nicholas was still watching from the window. He couldn't see who was in the car as the windows were tinted. But he felt his heart racing in his chest that this was really happening. Something was wild as this was really happening.

The man came to the door, and Nicholas took a deep breath. It was time. The door bell rang and Nicholas opened it slowly with a gentle smile on his lips. Greeting the man with his hand out stretched, but it seemed the man wasn't looking to be friendly. This was a business matter, and he didn't shake Nicholas's hand. Holding a clip board with a pen. Asking is Nicholas was who he said he was. "Yes. I'm Nicholas Foster." He answered in his calm voice. Eyes darting to the car quickly before he was handed the clip board. Taking it the man looked at him.

"Sign name. Page one, three, and five. Please." He said to Nicholas, his English wasn't the best and his accent was very thick. Nicholas took the paper work, most of it was in Russian. And then underneath was the English part and it wasn't very good English either. But, Nicholas looked the pages over on his front porch. Stroking some of his blonde hair out of his face.

The man walked away and to the car, grabbing the boy's two bags out of the trunk. That was all the luggage he had. While he was taking out the bags, Nicholas signed the paper work. Assuming it was just so final paper work on their transaction. Stepping off his porch he walked to the large man and handed him back the clip board. "I signed them, is she ready?" He asked, a small smile coming to his face.

The man nodded, and opened the door. "Yes, ready." He said. "Out Dmitry." He ordered. Nicholas looked alittle confused at the mans words and looked at the car and the open door. A sickening feeling growing in the back of his neck.....Dmitry was a boys name.....or so he thought.
 
Dmitry watched the cousin tell the man to sign the paperwork that agreed that there was no refund, that Dmitry was his and could not be returned. He blushed. The man was very handsome. Had he wanted Dmitry in particular? Dmitry was not aware of the shifty way that the people in the boarding school were bought or sold, he just knew the four walls of his room, the cafeteria, and not much else. Biting his lip, he hoped that the handsome blonde would like him. He also hoped he knew a little Russian as he knew nothing. They hadn't bothered to teach him at boarding school.

When the man came to the door, he ordered him out with jerky hand motions. Opening his car door, Dmitry got out and looked at the man and offered a shy smile. He swallowed down his nervousness and placed a hand on his own chest and introduced himself "Dmitry Zaytsev." He said in his thick Russian accent. His voice was soft and melodic. He smiled and waited for Nicholas to give the queues of what he wanted next.
 
The door opened, and Dmitry got out. The door closing behind him and Nicholas's eyes got wide as he saw the boy standing before him. He was lean, lovely. But....it wasn't what Nicholas ordered. Yes, the boy had black hair, and light skin with light eyes but....that was just the issue, it was a BOY!! It wasn't a GIRL! That he ordered!!! He shook his head and reeled back. "No no no...." He looked at the large man who was heading to the front of the car and getting out his keys.

Stepping away from the boy and his baggage, he stopped the fat man as he was getting into the car, holding the door open slightly. "No no. Wait!" He said, shaking his head. "I ordered a girl, A girl, You know. Female." He said, his voice blatant and open so there could be no misunderstanding.

The man pulled the door from Nicholas's grip and rolled the window down. "No, you order boy." He said, his voice gruff and he grabbed the clip board, lifting it so Nicholas could see it. pointing to a paragraph. "See, Male" He said, then pointed to another paragraph. "No returns." He barked and tossed the paper work into the passenger seat. "Have the fun, do svidaniya" Which meant goodbye in Russian. Before the car started up, and he drove away. Leaving Nicholas looking shocked and lost, standing still as the car pulled away from him and out onto the road.

This was a problem..........

Blue eyes turned slowly, and looked the boy who he was now....stuck with.
 
Dmitry looked down quickly. The man who had bought him was not pleased. He would not cry, he mustn't cry. Just another person he didn't please. He would kick Dmitry out, he just knew it. When he roared and screamed and argued. But it was useless arguing with the "cousin". The man who bought him had signed, and now there was no returns. He then looked down as the man looked at him accusingly. How was Dmitry to know this man did not want him. He then looked down at his bags and collected them and then waited looking up at the man. He would be either ushered inside or told to leave the property with quick finger pointing and jabbing motions.

He looked up gripping his bags as he swallowed hard. He would have to do something. Dmitry stood there. He bit his lip and swallowed harder. This was a horrible instance he found himself in. He felt sick. This was not good.
 
The car headed out of the drive way and he took a deep breath. Oh, this was bad. He had signed the papers and there must have been an issue in the filing online. Perhaps his brother put in the wrong information on accident. But, Accident or not...he was stuck with this boy. Nicholas had always found himself as bi-sexual....but had a strong girl preference. Not getting close to many men alot, as girls flocked to him most the time. Not that he didn't find men handsome.....and this boy, was just....adorable.

Nicholas looked him over, holding his two only bags and looking at the ground. He knew that other people knew what 'No' meant in any language. Taking a deep and shaky breath, he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, looking at the sky. Fuck....this was bad. But....he couldn't just send him away. The boy had never been to America.....and most likely didn't speak alot of English. He would be taken into jail or worse.

Swallowing hard, he looked back down at the boy and motioned for him to come to the house. "Come please.." He said softly, he wasn't mad at the boy and knew that they were both in a tough situation. He walked to the boy and took one of the bags, helping him carry them into the house.

Walking inside, he shut the door and sighed once more before setting the bag down by the sets. His home was large, and beautiful. Hard wood floors and it smelled like pumpkin pie and was decorated in fall decorations. While a few boxes sat with Halloween decorations that had yet to be put up. Turning to the boy he took a deep breath, "....Hello Dmitry....I am Nicholas." He put his hand to his chest. "Nicholas Foster....its nice to meet you.....um.... Его приятно познакомиться (its nice to meet you in Russian).
 
He looked up as the man walked past him and motioned him with soft motions toward teh house. He was happy that this wasn't a particularly violent man, because that could go bad really quickly. Moving with him into the house, he looked around and smiled at the house. It smelt great. He smiled letting him take one of his bags. It was awfully light. Stepping in he set his bag down where he had put them. Looking at him, he smiled.

"Nicholas Foster." He nodded. Then his blue eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and began to tear into a bunch of Russian about how it was nice to meet him, how he wouldn't disappoint him, how he was going to do whatever he asked of him whether it was cooking or cleaning or even putting up decorations. He didn't know the full extent of Nicholas' Russian but continued on talking excitedly. He blushed raising his hands to his mouth and apologized. He was just happy that Nicholas wasn't upset. Or too upset. Maybe he would be happy with a roommate since he looked so appalled at the thought of having Dmitry as a lover and companion.

He smiled and looekd around and then bit his lip and looked back to Nicholas and ran a hand through his black hair.
 
No, Nicholas wasn't a bad man. He really cared for others, and this boy was just as lost as anyone else would be in his situation. There was no way he was just going to leave him alone, lost and not knowing anything about this country. The bags where very light, and Nicholas wondered if the boy had anything at all.

As he said the best Russian he knew, he really didn't know alot. He only knew how to say a few things, and as soon as the boy took off talking and speaking quickly. His eyes got big and he stepped away slightly with a smile and a small laugh. "....hey...hey....I only speak a little" He held up his hand to make a 'little' motion with his fingers. Shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know what you said." He said softly and licked his lips. "I'm sorry"

He could assume the boy was happy, judging by his bright eyes and happy motions. Watching the look on the boys face he was happy to see the boy just over joyed to be here. Nicholas wouldn't take that away from him. He would just buy the boy a tutor to teach him English. Taking a deep breath, he looked the handsome thing over. "Are you hungry....want something to drink?" He asked, touching his stomach and then making a drinking motion with his hands.
 
When Nicholas' eyes got big, and told him to stop, Dmitry knew he only knew a little. She frowned and blushed and nodded raising both of his hands while saying sorry. He bit his lip and nodded and shrugged feeling like he just got done shouting down a telephone and realizing that there was no one on the other side. Swallowing softly, he smiled and then watched as Nicholas made another motion with his hands. Motions that appealed to him greatly.

He nodded his head. Yes he was hungry, very hungry. He hadn't eaten since last night. He looked at his bags and reached up slowly undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and followed him to wherever he lead.
 
Dmitry nodded his head when Nicholas asked him if he was hungry. He seemed really hungry actually, and Nicholas smiled softly. Watching the other male untie the tie around his neck. "Thats right, get relaxed....you're home..." Nicholas said softly, knowing that he knew the boy might not understand him. But this was the boys home now...and Nicholas was just going to have to figure this out.

Turning, he headed into the kitchen. Motioning for Dmitry to sit down in the chair at the island. How was he going to ask him what he wanted? He bit down on his lower lip....wow, he was going to have to get a tutor here as soon as possible. Walking to the wine cabinet he pulled out two wine glasses. Filling them mostly full with white wine and handing one to Dmitry. "Hope you like white." He said with a smile and walked to his counter, pulling out an old cook book his mom once had.

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One it there was pictures of Veggies, Chicken, Beef, Seafood. He opened those pictures up and pointed at them. "Which do you want?" He asked, pointing them out. Sipping his wine, and leaning on the counter. Alot of his food was easy to cook, so he wasn't to worried. He knew some quick and easy meals to fix with whatever the young man picked.

The boy was adorable really....and Nicholas had to admit....the agency may have brought him the wrong sex....but they got everything else right. The boy had beautiful black hair...and creamy white skin. And those long lashes were to die for. And big blue eyes, he was a doll baby that was for sure.
 
Dmitry followed Nicholas and gasped at the large kitchen. It was really beautiful. Really beautiful. Moving over, he sat to where Nicholas motioned for him to sit. He blinked at him gathering two glasses and a bottle of wine. He poured it and said something. He nodded a thanks and then took a small sip. Watching him grab a book and bring it over he showed him pictures and pointed at each one. He shrugged and waved his hand to signify he was good with eating anything. When you were a beggar on the streets of Russia, one did not develop food allergy or dislike to food. If it sustained and kept you full through the night, it was a gift straight from God himself that said "here's to not starving".

He looked up at the fondness that Nicholas had in his eyes for him. Him. The one he was trying to say he did not want. He was handsome, very handsome. He wondered what it would be like to crawl into his arms in the middle of the night and kiss his lips and have him make love to him. He shook himself visibly from his day dreams and watched as he turned to cook something.
 
Nicholas laughed abit as the boy was so shocked to see such a big and beautiful kitchen. He could only guess that this was something the boy had never been around before. He really hoped that the boy learned English quickly and he would work on his Russian so they could talk. He wanted to know about this boys life if they were going to be living together till....well....he hadn't really thought that far.

When he got the motion that seemed to mean anything, he nodded. But he had been lost in looking at his new room mate. Well, he assumed as a roommate. It had been a really long time since he was with another male. But....there was something tempting about this one. He did like his looks....his sweet features, he was a pretty boy. And the fact that they had a small speaking barrier and that the boy was exotic in that way, was....infatuating.

But, he pulled his eyes way and walked into the kitchen. Putting a pot of hot water on to boil with salt and oil. And began to pull out some crab meat, and peppers, with some cream sauce. Getting out a cutting board and a knife he handed Dmitry some peppers, the knife and the board. Motioning to cut with him with a smiled sweetly. Getting out a pan as well, and buttered it. Turning the heat on low to cook up the meat and veggies.
 
Dmitry watched him nod and begin to cook something. If he were polite and back home in Russia, he would offer to help. But there was nothing he could do. Just sit there and smile. Then as of reading his mind, he came over with a knife and peppers. Taking the knife, he began to cut the peppers properly. He then raised a green pepper to his lips and chewed on it. Walking over he handed over his peppers and smiled.

Dmitry pressed his hip against Nicholas' to put the peppers in. He would be lying if he said he didn't do it intentionally, he was attracted to Nicholas and couldn't help it.
 
Nicholas knew if they didn't interact than this was going to be much harder than it should be. He wasn't sure really what to do yet......but he was going to call his brother when Dmitry went to bed. He needed to talk to someone about this. So, the boy could stay until he got arrangements to send him elsewhere. So, he brought the peppers to Dmitry had him cut them up for the butter heated pan. It made him smile when the boy smiled and took the peppers and started to cut them.

Nodding he spoke slowly "Thank....You." Then turned back to the meat, and got out a box of pasta as he was going to make crab and pepper with a creamy white sauce over pasta. The water was boiling and he placed the pasta in the water as the boy came back up to him at the stove. Bumping his hip into Nicholas's as he laughed abit and looked down at the smaller male.

The peppers went into the butter, and Nicholas put the crab meat in with it. Bumping his hip back into Dmitry's as he did so in a playful manner. This isn't really how he thought things were going to work out.....but he had been looking for a change in his life. Outside of work and his wild night life....so this was an interesting change. Licking his lips, he bit his bottom one abit and stirred the pasta.
 
Dmitry nodded when Nicholas thanked him. He then looked up at Nicholas trying out the phrase. "Think youd." He kept on trying watching Nicholas say thank you and after a few tries he got it down. When he finished and he bumped his hip into Nicholas, he was happy to get a hip bump back and grinned up to him. God how he wanted to kiss those lips. To feel him fold Dmitry over the counter and take him and claim him as his would be heavenly. But all Dmitry could summon was a "thank you."

Dmitry stood there and leaned his head against Nicholas' shoulder as he watched the taller, older, and god like Nicholas make him food. Reaching up, he felt the urge to be bold and began to stroke his back humming a song watching and smelling the delicious food.
 
Nicholas kept trying to get Dmitry to say Thank you correctly, but every time the boy failed Nicholas just laughed abit and shook his head. Perhaps this was going to more fun that he had led on. Yea, it wasn't a girl.....but Nicholas had paid alot.....and that meant ALOT of money for this boy. It was so strange to buy another person, but it seemed to be...not as bad as Nicholas had first thought.

The hip bump made the boy smile and Nicholas smiled back, yes, they couldn't fully speak to each other...but that was part of the allure in this moment and Nicholas like it. Like that they had to communicate through looks and touches, smiles and frowns. With little bits of words as they learned them.

Nodding Nicholas laughed abit. "Good job, that was a good thank you." He said, knowing that Dmitry may not understand and looked at the boy. "Good!" He said simply and reached up the touched that soft black hair. It was very pretty....

Taking the cream sauce and put it in with the meat and veggies, he felt the rubbing on his back and heard the humming. He looked at Dimtry as he did this and smiled sweetly. "Pretty." He said to the humming and took a fork full of the creamy crab meat and lifted it for Dmitry to take a bite of it. "Try"
 
Dmitry listened as he was given one or two words. He listened as Nicholas told him good job and tried to say it. "Good jop" was what came out. Then after Nicholas said it again he watched those lips and did the same with his own. "Good job." He shut his eyes as he was patted on the head. He smiled looking at Nicholas and produced another "thank you".

When Dmitry stroked his back, he looked up as Nicholas said "pretty" and mimicked it almost perfectly except for a soft roll of his r. Looking, he stepped in closer as Nicholas offered him a bite. He opened his mouth and took a bit and rolled his eyes up and groaned in pleasure chewing on the perfect creamy meat. He sighed and nodded rubbing his stomach.

"Thank you." He said.
 
The way Dmitry said the word pretty was just adorable....that roll of the R was so cute. That Nicholas couldn't stop himself from the large smile that came to his face and he blushed abit. Shit, that was so cute. Maybe teaching Dmitry to speak English was a bad thing....that accent was just to alluring. So, he got the fork out and offered a taste of food to get his mind off how...sweet this boy was being....

The groan and roll his eyes made Nicholas laugh and also made his heart race abit. "Good, glad you like it" He said, knowing the boy wouldn't really understand the sentence and stepped away....they had gotten closer and Nicholas felt himself being drawn physically to the boy.

Getting out the strainer, he put it in the sink and came back to the stove. Taking the boiling pot of water and pouring it out. Putting the noodles back in and putting butter on them. He went and got to bowls. It was nice to cook for someone.....besides himself. Or his daughter sometimes.

Filling their bowls with noodles and the veggie, crab, and cream mixture ontop. He took the bowls to the little island in the kitchen and sat them down. "Come, sit please" He said, gesturing to the table and sat himself down with his bowl and wine.
 
Dmitry opened his eyes at the enchanting laughter that came from Nicholas. He canted his head not understanding the sentence. Moving forward, he moved to the side to be out of the way. He watched him pour the noodles into the strainer. Canting her head to the side, he watched him closely. He was a great cook. His mouth was watering. Moving forward with him to the table, he sat. He looked down at his bowl and grinned. He raised his glass and then looked at him.

"Nicholas, thank you." He said by way of a toast. He was trying to be a good little mail order. Honestly trying hard. With a smile, he clicked his glass against his and took a sip. He began to eat and smiled it was so good. It was by far the best food that he had ever eaten. Finishing he stood up and looked at him and grinned and then began to ask him while pantomiming in russian if he wanted more.
 
Things were going smoothly, for now. Nicholas knew things might not always be this way, but he didn't want to make an enemy. Not after all that money was spent, and this boy most likely had a very....interesting story. Who agreed to be a mail order? Why? What was it like?! Nicholas had alot of questions. But who Dmitry was, and all he had done in his life. Of course, he might not like the answers....but he wanted to know them. To know this boy and this interesting life they now found themselves in.

Sitting them down to eat, he smiled as Dmitry toasted him the best he could and nodded. Lifting his glass and tapping against the boys. "Thank you too Dmitry." He said and took a drink of his wine. The boy looked young....and he wondered how old he was. He had to at least be 18, or at least Nicholas hoped so. Perhaps he got more than he bargained for with this mail order.

Leaning over he turned on the radio on the counter, and kept the music low. It was classical, as Nicholas like it while he cooked and had just forgot to turn it on. So, as he ate he listened to it. But watched the boy eat.....as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. He could tell the boy was hungry as he ate the bowl of pasta, and drank the wine. When Dmitry got up, and spoke in Russian, but was pointing at the rest of the food on the stove, Nicholas shook his head. "No Thank you." He gestured to the food for Dmitry to get more "Have as much as you want, please" He said, a smile on his lips as he took a bite of his pasta and sipped his wine. Giving Dmitry abit more in his glass as he was getting more food.
 
Dmitry smiled and continued to eat and then looked up as Nicholas turned on the radio. Classical. Beautiful. Not unlike Nicholas himself. He continued to eat. When he got up, he shrugged as Nicholas said he didn't want more. He moved to get more food and sat down with a bigger heaping and began to eat and looked at the wine glass that was now topped off and grinned wider. "Thank you." He continued to eat and drink one more bowl and he sat back and rubbed his stomach and grinned. "Thank you." He said. His thank you's were becoming better and better.

Standing up, he took each of their bowls and moved it to the sink and began to wash them. Spying a dishwasher, Dmitry opened it and began to load the bowls and spoons inside. He then walked over to the empty pasta pot and cleaned that out and set it out to dry. He then motioned to the pot of food and looked at Nicholas as if what he wanted him to do with it.
 
The boy could certainly eat, and that was a good thing, Nicholas loved to cook and it would be nice to cook for someone for once. He looked at the bigger helping and just watched from time to time as Dmitry ate the food in his bowl. Nicholas ate his portion and his wine, listening to the music and licking his lips. Just wait on earth was he going to do? Should he just....go one like he was going to do with a wife? And what would his father have to say.....Nicholas really didn't talk about his Bi-sexual nature to his father. Other members of his family new, hell, his sister was too. But....their dad wasn't into that type of life style. Yes, he was an older and sick man but still, children don't like to upset their parents.

Maybe, If he just told his father that Dmitry was just a friend staying with him for awhile. But he didn't know...he would have to call his brother....

Smiling he laughed and nodded. "You're Welcome. Glad you liked it!" He said and was about to get up when Dmitry started doing what he was about to do. "Oh....you don't have to...." He said softly and walked up to him but the boy was already doing it. Holding out what to do with the left overs. Sighing he got out a plastic container with a lid and pointed to it, gesturing for Dmitry to put the food in it.

It was getting later in the day, and the sun was starting to set. So....he was just going to do what he planned if he had been given a girl for now. He had bought some new Russian movie, that had English subtitles, he would put those on down stairs and they could hang out. But first, he was going to show the boy to his room. Once the food was put away and he turned on the dish washer he took Dmitry's hand and headed out of the kitchen. Grabbing the bags at the door he headed up the steps. Gesturing for him to follow. Walking to Dmitry's room which was right next to Nicholas's he opened the door and walked in. Setting the bags down. "Your room" He said, motioning around.

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Dmitry laughed and slapped at his head in a duh motion. He began to pour the rest into the container. Putting the lid on, he walked to the fridge. He set the food inside and washed that pot as well. The kitchen was clean and Nicholas even showed him how to work the dishwasher. He smiled and walked with him up the stairs even before he motioned for him to follow. He looked at his bags. They only had a few changes of clothes. Nothing much. Even a bit of make up. When the door was opened, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.

He squealed happily and ran over without thinking and grabbed Nicholas' face and kissed his cheek and ran to the bed and flopped on it. He kicked off his fancy shined shoes and snuggled into a pillow and smiled looking at him. "Thank you!" He smiled and then got up and walked around and then smiled touching everything and then shook his head. He did not deserve this kindness. These types of rooms were a far cry from Russia. Sitting in the chair he leaned back and wiggled his socked feet and looked at Nicholas and smiled blushing.
 
That was so cute! That 'duh' motion only made Nicholas smile. He couldn't say that hanging with this boy hadn't been fun. Once everything was put away and they headed upstairs he looked to see Dmitrys expression as they walked into his room. He looked so shocked and Nicholas laughed softly. They evidently didn't have things like this in Russia.

Nicholas was alittle shocked when Dmitry ran up to him and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush slightly and took a deep breath. His heart was racing again and was thankful when the boy ran and jumped on the bed. "Damn, I'm doing great at making this good for you" He said, but knew he wouldn't understand. He swallowed hard, the closet was full of girls clothing, and he sighed...he would have to return it all and get boys clothing.

"You're very welcome Dmitry" Once the boy sat down, Nicholas opened the closet. "I'm sorry....." He said motioning to the girls clothing. Dresses, sexy slips, heels....tops, shorts, t-shirts. It was nice clothing but....nothing for a boy. Pointing to himself he said slowly. "I thought..." pointing to his head "You..." Points to Dmitry. "was a girl" Makes a motion with his hands that means a woman shape. Then points to clothing. "I'll fix it." Then motions to his clothing. "Get you" Points at Dmitry "Boy clothing" and motions to his clothing again.

With that he walked and set Dmitry's bags on the end table. Hoping the boy brought his own sleep clothing because all he had was for girls
 
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