Simply Naked and All Natural [Mihai get out]

[Eirík [Jesus] Steilsson]

It had all started with a bit of a lightheaded feeling, something he ignored as he soaped up his hair with the lilac scented shampoo Lukas seemed to like so much and massaged it into a gentle lather. It was relaxing, seated in the tub with the warm water slowly filing it up into a proper bath. It was the way he usually liked to bathe himself, a good rinse where he scrubbed away at every little crevice until his skin was raw and he was clean. A long soak followed that, where he leaned his head back over the edge and closed his eyes to relax, slim fingers curled around the rim to keep himself from slipping in too far if he happened to drift off. 

His forehead throbbed, but he forced himself to continue through the motions he was so used to, gently rubbing his temples with his fingertips every now and then to dull the pain. Conditioner followed after he scrubbed out the shampoo, running a thick plastic comb through the silken strands to distribute the product evenly. Eirik leaned his head back, letting the shower head do it's work as he tried to relax and get into the usual lull that fit so well with his soak. He almost wanted to put on an audio book to listen to in an attempt to distract himself, but the thought just made his growing nausea lurch in his stomach. Was this a migraine? He had read about them, and the knowledge that they came more often to the adult population of humanity made him swell with an awkward sort of pride. 

But it got worse, the cloud of steam growing and his breathing becoming more labored as he overheated, and eventually his stubborn streak breaking as he forced himself to climb up and out. The teen groped around for a towel in the near sauna and wrenched open the door, stepping out into the hallway and taking deep breaths of air as he wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around his waist. Eirik remembered with an awkward grimace that he had forgotten to turn on the fan, no wonder he had grown so light headed from all the steam, and where there was so much in the first place. It was still too steamy to go back in, and with the way his head was feeling he needed to sit down quickly and have his brother bring him something chilled to drink to cool down. 

"Lukas..." he called out, sounding a little bit more desperate than he would have liked as he padded down the hallway with bare feet to where he heard the faint sounds of a television program. "Can you get me something to drink...with ice?" 

The teen stepped through the kitchen towards the room where the television was on, another queasy spell hitting him and forcing him to lean against the doorway to support himself as he glanced over at the couch to... A stranger. His eyes widened, staring in surprise at the brunette who had seated himself on their couch so comfortably as if he belonged there. "Who let you in?" was the hurried question, the boy's lips twisting into a frown as he took an awkward step back, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy from his little sauna session. "And..." he reached up to rub his forehead with his palm, pursing his lips to combat his pain and shifting his other hand up to support himself against the doorway. "Lukaaaaas..." he weakly out into the flat, the towel dropping down over his hips and into a pile on the floor. 

[Mihai Chimet]

Just wait here, I'll bring us dinner, Lukas had said. Mihai didn't know why he wasn't allowed to go with or why Lukas hadn't just met up with him later, but he hadn't a chance to ask. So it had ended up with him in the Bondeviks' house, alone save for the warning that Lukas had left him with about his younger brother who was "most likely in his room and doesn't often come out." For all intents and purposes, pretty much alone, which was mostly fine by him. He hadn't yet had a chance to see Lukas' place (and it was a grand place indeed), and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't curious about it. Usually he didn't take much interest in the personal lives of his sexual partners, but it was a tempting prospect to bear witness to how those as rich as the Bondeviks lived. As he waited for Lukas, he spent some time exploring the rooms of the flat as surreptitiously as possible—that is, letting himself through unlocked doors and disturbing the contents of their rooms only minimally. What he'd learnt so far was that the Bondeviks didn't seem to be much for personal effects—family photos and such occupying minimal space—with more of a lust for the most recent technology. It all appeared remarkably impersonal, in his opinion.

Seeing as the house had been quite quiet and still throughout his exploration, no little brother to be seen, he momentarily entertained his baser instincts. Finding himself standing in what must be the office room, he contemplated the possibility of unearthing a few secrets—corporate or personal—that might be tucked away in the desk drawers or the computer. There was no denying that he was very tempted, just to see what he could discover, but he decided against it at the last moment. He tucked the lock picks back into his jacket and left the study, closing the door quietly behind him. Who knew what kind of security system the Bondeviks could have, whether a mistake could cast suspicion on him, and he still had to keep Lukas' trust. After all, he was simply a guest who was genuinely interested in the affections of the eldest sibling, which had nothing at all to do with his knowledge of chemistry and how willing he was to do as Mihai requested. He decided to indulge the rest of his time in the perfectly acceptable location of the living room, comfortably slumped on the couch and making use of the television set.

It was due to his earlier exploration of the place that he was a bit surprised to hear a door hitting the wall, followed by footsteps. Frowning, his hand flew to his holster—just in case—but his paranoia was shown to be rather unfounded when he heard a voice calling for Lukas. He sounded young—probably the brother Lukas had told him about, who had been hidden away in one of the rooms Mihai hadn't bothered to explore. Whatever he expected of the younger Bondevik, however, Mihai wasn't quite prepared to see him wander in in nothing but a towel. He experienced a brief interruption of thought, the type that he usually went through when he was discovered in some awkward position at a partner's house by a third party. Which is to say, this wasn't at all an unprecedented event. His mind caught up quickly enough, and he answered with what would make the most sense in this rather bizarre situation. "Your brother is out at the moment. If there's something I can help you with—" At least that was what he was going for, before the towel dropped.

He averted his eyes (the logical response when faced with the sudden and unexpected nakedness of a stranger), albeit with something like a sigh. If he never had an inopportune run-in with relatives of the people he slept with again, it would still be too soon. Even worse when said relative happened to be younger and he was somehow roped into the position of a temporary babysitter, and judging from the behavior of the younger Bondevik, it seemed he might have to assume that role this time too. He'd seemed feverish or overheated in some way, Mihai had judged from his brief look at the boy before, but it shouldn't be anything he couldn't take care of on his own. But with rich kids, who knew? "Are you okay?" Mihai asked, the compulsory question to anyone who appeared to be out of sorts. "Lukas shouldn't be gone much longer if it's him you need for something."

[Eirík [Jesus] Steilsson]

Eirik peered at the silhouette seated back leisurely on their sofa, the piercing headache gradually fading away whilst his temperature waned. However, heat rose to his cheeks as he crouched to retrieve his towel from the floor, wrapping it back around himself and crudely holding it closed with a twisted fistful of terrycloth. Honestly, he had not the slightest notion of who the stranger could be, and Lukas had not sent any message regarding a visitor that he could recall. Although, he had been in the shower for quite a while already, and it was in the realm of possibility that a message had come in the rare minutes that he was not caught up in his usual web of technology. Besides, a quick scan of the room told him that all of his electronics were right where he had left them and reassured him that the adult at the very least was not a thief, or a very good thief if it by some stretch was the case.

He ignored the question that the man directed at him and turned on his heel, striding back to his room to slip into a pair of comfortable clothes to lounge in and more importantly check his phone. Yet, as he struggled to pull on his pants with a crook of his little finger while he stubbornly swiped at the screen it became quite clear from the lack of response the power had been expended. He had left to shower in the middle of a large group Facebook conversation, that combined with any other of the numerous apps he had running in the background were more than likely the culprit. Eirik momentarily rolled his eyes in annoyance at the hiccup and at long last finished pulling up his pants, draping his towel over his head in a slothful attempt to keep the possible water droplets from getting anywhere they weren't welcome. If he didn't have any answer from Lukas then it seemed it was up to him as the man of the house to keep the stranger from making himself too at home on their VIG Chesterfield sofa.

Armed with a phone charger and his laptop Eirik returned to sit on the other end of the sofa, movements stiff as he tried hard to keep up a controlled appearance. It was quite the task for the teen, playing Lukas's stoic self while he couldn't help but take gaping stares every few moments that he tried to hide behind his screen. With his phone hooked up and charging it was only a matter of time until he knew whether he needed to call the police to detail a possible trespasser, or Lukas for an explanation as for why he wasn't there but some stranger was. The police was the easier option, but-

He could just ask.

The teen raised his eyes from the article that he had been mindlessly reading to pretend that he hadn't been staring, taking a moment to start up his phone just in case. He slipped his legs up onto the sofa to hide the nervous little bounce his knee had started to do, opting to point and flex his toes under a throw blanket he pulled around himself. He did want to ask why he was there, but he did not want to open the door for a conversation. Then again, he could call Lukas and ask, but he didn't want the other to think he was worried over nothing if he did indeed have permission to be there. 

An idea hit him, and he picked up his freshly awakened phone, tilting the screen away from the room's other occupant as he busied himself with making it seem like he was dialing a very specific three digit number. Eirik raised the phone to his ear, a slight bob of his head as if in time to the ring, an then his attention snapping to the stranger in the room. 

"Hello, Police? I have a trespasser on the premises."

If he sweat, it meant he most certainly was a guilty person, as an innocent person wouldn't even consider that they were being spoken of in a guilty context or- How did it go again? There had been an article he had read on it once, though now that he was second guessing the logic it hardly seemed sound.