That evening, Blue is still replying to emails on his laptop and making calls. Even during dinner, his tablet keeps chiming with incoming messages. I really want to talk to him, to have more interaction, but his work keeps getting in the way. Finally, Blue sets the tablet aside and lifts his eyes. For a moment, he looks at me as I finish my meal.
"Tomorrow morning, after I’m done at the detention center, we can head to the marina, to your cousin’s yacht."
I brighten immediately. "Great! I’ll pack what I need, the standard set for a one-night stay away from home," I say with a smile.
Blue studies me for a moment, lightly biting his lip. Then he stands and heads toward his room, saying over his shoulder, "Good night, Gabriel."
"Wait," I call after him, even though I’m not entirely sure what I want from him.
He stops, but I can see a subtle tension in him, almost like fear of what I might say.
"I just wanted to thank you. For agreeing."
Blue looks at me, then nods, quickly turns away, and leaves. Is he really afraid of that conversation between us, the one where something more might be said?
I go back to my room, take a shower, and glance at the armchair beside my bed. Yesterday, Blue sat there watching me while I slept. I probably didn’t look very attractive, passed out in a deep sleep. I hope I wasn’t drooling. Then my gaze drifts to my hacking setup.
Temptation arises…
On a strange impulse, I power it up again, connecting to Blue’s glasses. This time I know exactly what I’m doing and what sequence is required. It goes much faster now. There’s a flicker on the screen, a blur, and then… what appears there makes my blood pressure spike instantly.
I realize that Blue is lying on his bed, looking at the large display on his wall. Because his glasses have panoramic micro-cameras, I can see the whole room, as well as part of his body, and then it hits me… I’ve caught him in a very intimate moment.
Blue is naked, propped up on a pillow. That alone makes my fingers immediately move toward the disconnect button. I’m not some kind of pervert who spies on people. But something stops me halfway through the motion.
On the screen, Blue has a series of camera recordings playing, switching between them slowly. Different snippets, all with one thing in common.
They all show… me.
Yeah.
Apparently, Blue routed footage from his glasses, from my entire stay here, onto the large screen. Now it’s playing in a strange mix. I see a short clip from the day he found me swimming naked in the pool. The frame zooms in, centering on my crotch. Of course, after getting out of cool water, there’s nothing particularly impressive there, but I’ve always been a shower, not a grower, so even despite the cold, I still look more than decent.
Then I see a clip from the day I was solving math problems, my thoughtful expression… After that, my face from the pool conversation, flushed, my eyes fixed on him. Then the moment when Blue was treating my wound, the camera focused not on the injury but on my face, as he touched me gently, that subtle caress. And finally, I see myself kneeling before Blue, who is sitting in the chair behind his desk, kissing his hand. My eyes are wide, my green irises threaded with thin golden lines, ringed with a darker green edge. I hear my own words apologizing to him, see my lips lowering to his hand in a slow caress, leaving a damp trail of kisses.
Then again, the pool shot, my naked body standing in front of him.
All this time, the cameras I’m connected to are transmitting not just the recorded footage on the wall screen, but also what Blue is doing now… and he’s touching himself.
His small hand wraps around his small, hard penis. What I’m doing is so wrong, there’s no doubt about it, but I’m stunned because I realize that Blue is masturbating while looking at my body, at me, replaying those clips.
Slowly, it becomes clear to me, what I only suspected before; Blue secretly wants me.
Even if he never showed it outside of the gala night… and yet.
The discovery almost chokes me. It's not just one random hard-on on the balcony anymore, it's a fuckingmixtapeof his memories with me. Me?
My head is dizzy, my breath ragged.
I figured he might feel some kind of fondness toward me, but this is so much more than I expected.
On the wall screen, I see myself sleeping on the bed, arms loosely spread, head tilted slightly on the pillow, lips parted. It’s clearly from yesterday, when I was recovering from fightingmode. Thankfully, I’m not drooling. A relief. I watch as Blue gets up and leans over me, his hand softly brushing my cheek and neck, tickling lightly, his finger grazing my lips, brushing against my lower lip.
Blue touched me while I slept!
He, who hates touch!
That realization is another shock. So he does things in secret too, crossing a certain personal boundary?
