the tangible participant

setting the scene: mishka and alexei have been living in an apartment as broke uni students for like 5+ years now (they are just friends). mishka is having trouble with his physics phd.

Mishka sat on the floor of his room, face buried in his hands. Papers were sprawled across the carpet; a now-blank whiteboard left marker stains on the palms of his hands. He couldn't remember the last time he ate something, how long it had been since he'd slept, or even what Alexei had been up to. Even though the two of them didn't really have any "tea" between them... Mishka found himself thinking about the guy too often. Ever since the start of this hellish formula-cracking whatever-physicists-do work, he had pretty much completely cut off contact. He wouldn't leave his room, unless he knew Alexei wouldn't distract him. Usually, Alexei would be asleep or out doing biomed lectures, but occasionally, Mishka would catch him doing something out in the living room. Maybe sprawled out on the couch playing something on the xbox, shirt slightly rolled up revealing his stomach... maybe standing in the kitchen with his massive ass towards Mishka, calmly making tea for himself while texting someone... whatever it was, no matter how casual, Mishka couldn't bear to be around him. The physicist would receive a small, forgiving smile, or just a bored stare. As if Alexei wanted something more of him, but knew he wasn't going to get it that day. And Mishka couldn't let this evil man distract him from his important work, despite what his body so blatantly asked of him.

Well, even after all those weeks of avoiding the guy, Mishka had barely progressed through his work. All he had really done is try to repress a desire that, he realised, he could not tame. Evilness. Sighing, and letting out a hoarse cough, he raised himself to his feet, and nearly fainted. After gripping onto the doorknob, he turned it, and slowly walked out, not really knowing what to expect.

Night had just set. Warm lights from outside began to glow in the dark neighbourhood- his own apartment, however, was completely dark. Hm, he thought to himself, Alexei must still be at work. Taking his time, he walked to the kitchen and glumly opened the fridge, looking up and down, looking at nothing in particular. He soon realised that it was full of containers, each with a little sticky note. He pulled a few out- "working today- made u lunch," one read, and another, "out late, made ur favourite for dinna tho, vfc," and so on. With the more recent meals, the notes became scarcer. Mishka didn't blame him. He sighed, and shut the fridge door, not bothering to eat anything.

Instead, he opened the pantry and scanned through all the items they had... his twinkling eyes settled on a packet of corn-flavoured potatoes and another packet of sugar. He grabbed these, but just as he was about to walk back leisurely to his manc ave, he heard a distinctive click of the front door opening. Metaphorical puppyboy ears perking up, he tried to frantically sneak back to his room. Keyword tried btw.

"Mishka?" Alexei joked, "I didn't think you'd still be alive."

Just properly seeing this man for the first time was too much for Mishka. Eyes planted on the ground, he kept walking to his door, pretending not to hear.

"Oh, come on," the man exclaimed as he dropped his bag on the floor. "I haven't spoken to you in weeks. You can't just give me a simple Hey?"

Mishka flinched. MMhnnknds.... he stopped in his tracks, and let out an unsteady exhale. Okay. "....What's up...?"

Alexei chuckled nonchalantly- but didn't bother taking off his SHOES as he approached Mishka DRAGGING HIS DIRTY SHOES across the CARPET. This man, even if dirty at times, would rarely keep his shoes on inside the house. Hm... something was just more important to him.

"What's up? Why are you acting so... weird..?" the biologist asked with a voice a little lower than before. "You're really losing your social skills."

"I'm acting weird?!" Mishka spluttered. "You're the one wearing shoes on our wonderful carpet!" He dropped down to his knees, and started untying Alexei's fancy vegan leather boots. He felt the man's presence on him, watching his every move in a remarkable silence. How terrifying this all was... after weeks of not even seeing him properly, he was already knelt in front of him. With the little strength he had, he pulled off Alexei's shoes, and threw them at his head jokes into the corner of the room near the door.

"So," Alexei began, looking down at the disheveled boy. "How goes the thesis? Getting much work done?" Mishka cursed at himself for not getting back up, but with the malnourished and also added effect of being uncontrollably submissive in this moment, he really could not bring himself to it.

"It's fine," he muttered, clearly a little embarrassed. Eyes were on him. How was he supposed to act again? How was he supposed to feel? God, how had he forgotten how to act normally? And in front of this loser freak, out of anybody.

"Fine...?" repeated the biologist. He pulled off his coat and threw it on the couch, before slowly unbuttoning his black shirt. "When was the last time you slept?"

Mishka snapped out of it. How did this happen? Why were they talking? "Wh- I don't know, what does it matter? I'm fine. You don't have to- woa mmnm..." Alexei gently raised him up to his feet, one hand moving from his waist to his cheek. His thumb moved lightly against Mishka's cheekbone, reaching right under the eye, causing him to wink a little. The boy took in the cold solid wall behind him, and the warmth in the strong hands holding him up against it.

"You look pretty tired to me," whispered Alexei. His eyes were locked on Mishka's, whose pupils, unlike his own, were scattered, darting from one point of the room to another. Still avoiding him. "And these-" he said, grabbing the packets of corn flavoured kartoshka and diabetes, "aren't helping your case either."

"Freak off," spat the physics boy. He tried to brush off the guy holding him, but couldn't. Thanks to his wonderful diet of 2 carbs every couple of days. Alexei's eyebrows furrowed just slightly.

"Either you take care of yourself, or I take matters into my own hands."

"Just let me go now, would you?!" Mishka cried out, clearly frustrated. Some of his strength came back, but his insistent writhing didn't help.

"Eager to get away now, are we?" the man said outright. "Well, it's too bad. Clearly you don't know what's best for you."

Mishka felt himself melting underneath Alexei's grip; his tdick throbbed through his boxers, and his legs grew weaker by the second. This was exactly why he tried to avoid him. Physics was the last thing on his mind right now. The tension on his waist loosened- Alexei let him drop down, and led him into his own bedroom, palm on his back, making sure to guide the way for the poor boy. Every innocent touch Alexei delivered sent sparks through Mishka's nerves- this does NAWT warrant an erection, he tried to tell himself, this is PERVERT behaviour, feeling like this just from a casual touch... but it only worsened it.

When inside the bedroom, Alexei pushed him lightly on the chest, causing him to fall back onto the bed. Mishka was engulfed in the man's scent- something he didn't realise he missed. He watched Alexei in anticipation, propped up on his elbows. The biologist shut the door, and rolling up his sleeves, revealed some rope. He proceeded to tie the boy's wrists to the bed. Mishka just watched. He was scared that anything that would come out of his mouth, a refusal or not, would turn into a pathetic whimpering noise.

"I know you're a very busy guy, Mishka," the man said, handling something in the corner of the physicist's vision. Just out of sight. "So I'll keep this quick. You can go back to your work in a few minutes." Mishka's heart raced. His head felt light. He just prayed Alexei wouldn't touch him again- there was no telling of what would happen.

"Okay..." the biologist said slowly, finally entering Mishka's field of sight. He held something in one of his hands. "Just a little something the team has been working on. It'll make you a little more relaxed. Maybe a little... suggestive. I just..." He ran his hands across Mishka's stiff shoulders, "...hate to see you so worked up. You ready?" He clambered onto the boy's hips, making sure to keep his legs still.

Suddenly, Mishka felt a thick needle piece his thigh, sloshing around in his muscle tissue. Some magical substance entered his bloodstream. He felt his quivering muscles finally relax; he drooped down onto the bed, and his worries melted away. Mishka's tdick pulsed without restraint as Alexei crawled on top of him, one thigh in between his own. He opened and inspected Mishka's relaxed eyes and mouth in a very scientific way- his clean hands slid over the boy's teeth, tongue, and skin, noting every twitch he felt by his thigh. His hands grazed over Mishka's body; down his loosened shoulders, around his relaxed head, and unrestrained thighs. There was only one thing that was still stiff!

"How do you feel?" the biologist asked. His eyes glittered. Yes, there was no use in repressing these feelings, no matter how freaky. The poor boy didn't know any better- he just needed this small push.