the tangible participant

setting the scene: captain mishka, after rigorous training and money spending, finally became a commercial pilot (paid OVER 75k a year btw). his friend, alexei, is in between jobs.

The pilot heard a distinctive knock on his front door. A lazy, but still loud and sturdy one. He hadn't heard it in weeks. He creaked the tasty wooden door open to an unsurprising face.

"Heey... what's up...?" Alexei asked with a drawn-out smile. "I, uh, tried to reach you earlier but I think you were sleeping or something."

"Sleeping? I'm a pilot," answered Mishka. He leaned on the door-frame, making sure not to make the man feel too welcomed. "Not everyone chooses to stay home and be a fat chud all day," he added, crossing his arms. He didn't expect Alexei to know his fly schedule- that would be absurd. But still, it hurt. The man was just too freaking unemployed to know any better.

"Right... about that..." Alexei scratched his head, trying to find the right words. He looked like a mess. Eyebags deeper than usual, teeth yellowed even further from whatever he was smoking. Still, it looked like he at least tried to dress nicely- a cleanish hoodie with NO curry stain, and his usual baggy pants. He had no shoes on from what Mishka could tell.

"Well? Why did you come here? Spit it out."

"Money..." Alexei hung his head. "I kinda need to borrow some money... again...."

Just as he'd expected. Mishka's gaze sharpened. He didn't budge from the door-frame. He laid his eyes on the boy in front of him. "Where are your shoes?"

"I had to sell them," he answered sadly. "I couldn't pay rent. I have today to pay it, or I'm getting kicked out. Which is whyyy...." he murmured, tugging at Mishka's white sweater that made him look super rich (he was)- "why you should give me some moneyy..."

Mishka did not waver. In fact, he was liking where this was going. "You're already 27,000 dollars in debt to me. The Mishka bank is closed," he said, closing the door. Just before he could shut it, Alexei's cold hand caught its edge.

"W-wait! Please! I don't want to be homeless! How will I play skyrim... and eat overpriced vegan cheese...?" He poked his azure eyes through the gap in between the door and wall. He knew if he looked miserable enough, Mishka would have no choice but to help. It had worked for the last 27k dollars.

"Hm..." a small sound came from inside. This boy, Mishka thought, was going to regret this. "Okay, Alexei. You're not going to be homeless."

"REALLY?! YAY!" exclaimed the man from outside, jumping for joy. "It's only $6767 dollars! I'll pay you back in no time!"

"No," Mishka chuckled, slowly opening back up the door to look at the chud's faltering expression. "You misunderstand. I'm not giving you any money." Alexei's chin dropped. "Go grab whatever belongings you have. I'm free for the next few days; feel free to come then." And with that, he shut the door in the poor man's face, leaving him to walk back to his (well, not anymore) apartment barefoot.

"Woa... you're telling me you live in this huge haus (md?) all by yourself...?" Alexei stared at the house in awe. Behind him, he lugged a single suitcase and carried an xbox under his arm.

"This is where you'll be sleeping," Mishka said, pointing to a small couch in the living room.

"Uh..." Alexei's eyebrows furrowed. "Didn't you just show me around like 3 guest bedrooms that no one's used?"

"You're sleeping here," the pilot repeated, a bit more sternly. A twinkle in his eye implied to Alexei that something else was at play here... something very very sinister.

Alexei didn't need much to get used to this new living arrangement. Even though he slept on a small, uncomfortable couch, he had somewhere to sleep. He had a TV to play skyrim on, free food to raid from the fridge, and even testosterone in the cupboards of the bathrooms. Due to Mishka's work, Alexei found himself at this home alone for most of the time. With no car, or unmet needs, he didn't really go anywhere either. Plus he still had no shoes. With nothing to do, he would sleep and shower for hours at a time, on and off. Some days he would lie on the carpet of the living room, staring up at the ceiling and wondering when this mysterious rich pilot would return home. Sometimes he would contemplate sneaking into some of the rooms he was banned from- the observatory, the study, the bedroom. He never went in. Not once did he consider getting a job, despite Mishka's short negative remarks about his job-lackness that went on insistently.

When Mishka was home, not much would happen. Alexei didn't know why he waited so eagerly for this moment. The man would arrive, tired and rugged-looking. He'd usually say something stupid about Alexei's couch-surfing behaviour, and then eat some vegan slop the boy had made with no word. Alexei would try to cozy up to the pilot, but alas, it was difficult. He was banned from the dinner table and chairs. Usually, he'd sit beside Mishka's chair, running his hands along the pilot's calves and thighs, telling him all about his magnificent day in this wonderful home. And he'd always promise to find a job. They both knew this was a lie. Mishka would eventually go take a shower and go to sleep. What Alexei didn't know, is that every night, after the boy had fallen asleep, he made sure to check on him. Throwing a blanket on him, brushing hair out of eyes with a little smile.

One day, Alexei couldn't handle the loneliness slash boredom. It had been days since he had seen Mishka. Skyrim wasn't even doing it for him, and somehow, his job seek account had been mysteriously deleted. And so, off he went, exploring the three banned rooms in this pretty home. The observatory was interesting, but not as exciting. It was day, after all. The study, a little more so. He found some of Mishka's notes on plane stuff, and flicked through them, pretending to understand any of it. Ah, yes, yes, circular trigonometry or something. He ran his fingers along the messyish, simple handwriting, and kept snooping around. He turned on the PC, but didn't know the password, and got locked out for 10 billion hours. He sat in the wheelie chair, spinning round and round until he got bored and ended up falling asleep on it... uh oh...

Alexei was awakened to a feeling of pressure on his shoulders. What the OH NO!!! oh no!!! He jolted awake, and spun around.

"M-Mishka! Oh, uh, gee, how did I get here?!" he exclaimed, frantically stumbling out of the chair, and moving towards the door. "Ah... I was probably sleep-walking.. I would never go into a restricted area without your permission, you know?"

Grabbing him by the collar, Mishka stopped him.

"I know for a fact you don't sleepwalk," he responded, still not letting go. "I mean, sometimes you'll sleep talk russian-ish gibberish."

"How do you...?" Alexei stopped himself. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He didn't like doing something he knew was wrong. Before he knew it, the pilot was dragging him out of the study, and across the hall, to...? Oh. The Bedroom. He was not winning.

"Uhhh," the boy chuckled nervously. "Are you sure that's a good idea..? I mean, it is banned after all..?"

"You've already broken the rules. What's the harm?" He couldn't argue with that. Mishka pulled him inside, and locked the door behind them. Alexei stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, arms by his sides.

"Look, I'm really sorry," he began. "I shouldn't have gone int- oy.. blyat!" Mishka had pushed him onto the floor, hands and thighs pinned down. Alexei's heart raced as the pilot's hands made their way up his shirt, making him all ticklish on the stomach. His breathing deepened and quickened with every huff of air he felt escaping Mishka's lips.

"Can't we, uh... the bed...?" the naughty boy managed to let out, only to be denied. He tensed up everywhere and writhed underneath the pilot, terrified of where this was going to go.

"Your rent doesn't cover that," teased Mishka. "If you stay still for the next few minutes, maybe it will." He added, "and you'll be entitled to a pair of new shoes..."

"Y-yes Captain," the boy whispered. He really needed some shoes. After taking some deep breaths, he loosened his muscles. Once the pilot's grasps and licks reached his inner thighs, Alexei let out a few unrestrained whimpers- pleasure or anxiety, he didn't really know. Suddenly, he felt something on his t willy. Uh oh. Mishka was teasing him.

"M-Mikjh..." he whined as his willy throbbed. "C-can I get the Precision Max SZ CT WPi Wide Magnum bootsnnghh...?"

"Hmm?" Mishka responded, still teasing the boy with his thumb. Alexei bit his lip, using all his energy to keep himself from moaning.

"Ahh,, suka... pleaseeee... the... precision max.. magnumngh..."

"Look at you... my little faggot.."

"I'M GONNA BUUUUSSSTTTT!"