Sowing Seeds E1 | The new gardener is super hot and isn't shy about it

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“2 weeks on white sandy beaches and all the girls you can dream of,” my friend Henry says on the phone. “How are you going to get here?”

“I'm going to book a –”

“John is taking his jet if you want to call him. Nothing like arriving in style.” Henry has a habit of cutting me off. “What are you packing so much for? You can buy all that here.” He leans into his phone, making his eyes super big as he watches me fold my clothes. 

“I don't know… I just don't want to be caught with clothes that don’t fit or something.” 

“Warren, you're not going to be wearing clothes very much here, you nerd.” Henry pans his camera to the beach he's on and I catch blurry glimpses of shirtless men and barely dressed women. “Hurry up, or I will have smashed all these girls before you get here.” 

Yeah, not interested. I think Henry is one of those friends that wouldn't be a friend if I didn't meet him in school. Now, it's too late to get him out of my life. 

“I'm just going to finish packing up and cleaning up around here and then I'll be on my way.” 

“Warren,” he says with a sigh. “You're rich. Like filthy fucking rich. Get someone to do it for you already.” 

“Yeah yeah,” I mutter. “Alright, see you later.” I hang up the call and sigh loudly. Just then, one of the workers at the estate walks by my room. 

“Is everything okay, sir?” 

“Yeah Greg, everything's fine.” He lingers at my door. “Actually, can you help me pack this?”

“With pleasure, sir,” he says. I sigh internally, and then leave my room. I don't enjoy being the trust fund baby stereotype, but I'm not going to lie and say it isn't nice. 

I'm not great at packing things efficiently, especially when I'm stressed for time like this. Plus, if I'm going to spend two weeks shirtless, I really want to get a tan beforehand. 

I trot down the spiralling staircase and go out to the backyard. The sunshine hits my face and I breathe out in relaxation. 

It’ll be vacation soon. White sand and margaritas all day long.

I unbutton my shirt from the top, keeping my eyes closed as I feel the sun’s warm rays illuminate each inch of skin I reveal. Once I've reached the bottom, I slide off my shirt and toss it on the lounge chair in the garden. 

“Oh, are you going to be here?” A voice interrupts my sunbathing trance. 

“Hi. Yeah, I'm about to tan.” I look at the man in front of me. He looks just around my age, wearing a white tank top and black shorts. With his gloves and tools, I gather pretty quickly that he's the gardener. “Is that alright?” 

“Your house, man. But, Boss told me I had to get this part done today. Planting seeds. You going to be long?” 

“Uh…” I get distracted by his casual demeanor. “I mean, I want to tan. I could go somewhere else,” I say as I pick up my shirt. 

“Yo, it's your crib here. I'll tell Boss that I'll do it tomorrow,” he says with a shrug. “Tan huh? I need a reverse tan.” He lifts his tank a bit from the bottom, showing me his pale stomach compared to his bronzed arms. 

“Wow, yeah you do,” I say. “You know what? I'm just going to be right here laying down, so you can still work. No machinery right?” 

“Nope. Good ol’ shovel today,” he says. “Is this whole place yours?” He points the shovel at the house behind me. 

“No. Well, one day I guess.” I shrug and sit down on the chair. 

“Nice. It's sick. A little old school, but classic old-money style. What rich boy name do you have? Christopher?”

“Hey!” I protest. “It's…Warren.” 

He laughs knowingly.  “Todd. Alright, I'm going to do some work here. You enjoy your tan.” 

Todd went to work digging little holes in the garden and I settled in my recliner, using a reflector to tan my face. 

I should mention that I'm in the closet. I mean, I think people already suspect I'm gay (except Henry, probably) but it's not exactly an easy topic when you're in a traditional household like mine. I'm supposed to get a wife and carry on the family name. 

That being said, I have to say I'm appreciating this fit guy gardening in front of me. His tanned arms flexing as he shovels is a great demonstration of a natural male physique. 

“How's that tan, rich boy?” Todd pauses and wipes his forehead with his glove, subsequently dragging a streak of dirt over his skin. 

“Not bad.” I think he can’t see where my eyes are looking behind my sunglasses. His chest is as sweaty as his back is looking. His tank top clings to the bottom of his pecs, making the round shape of them defined under the sunlight.

“Must be nice to lounge around all day.” Todd lifts his shirt to wipe his face, and I get an awesome glimpse at his pale abs. I play tennis and work out, but a natural working man’s physique hits different. I count 6 tight muscles before his shirt comes back down.

“I don't do this all day.” 

“Sure. There's piano class and debate club, right?” Todd chuckles. It's annoying but I have done those things so I can't say much. “Fuck, it's hot as balls out here.” He fans out his sleeveless shirt. 

“You could…” I quickly try to reformulate the best way to say it. “I don't mind if you want to work on your reverse tan.” 

Todd pauses what he's doing, and then slowly turns to look at me. The sweat is already sparkling on his forehead again. 

“Above my pay grade to do a strip show,” he jokes softly, like he's trying to figure out my intentions. “Job description said to cut leaves and sow seeds.”

“I'm just saying.” I feel embarrassed but feel like my sunglasses are helping hide my expressions. I pretend not to look as Todd turns back towards his work. Then, he stands up and throws his gloves to the ground. 

Fuck yeah…

I watch as he lifts his tank top from the bottom, stretching his toned arms upwards as he peels the drenched fabric off his skin. His pale back shows off the v-shape of his upper body, the tan line like a drawn pattern on him. He wipes his face with the bunched up shirt before throwing it to the side. 

“Hey, you've got any water I can have?” 

“Yeah.” I look at my water bottle next to me. He turns around and I stare at his pecs while I throw my bottle to him. 

Todd unscrews the lid and tilts his head back. The water comes gushing out of the bottle and into his open mouth, splashing all over his face and dripping down his shirtless body. 

Jesus. 

After a couple gulps, he closes his eyes and dumps the rest of the bottle on his sweaty brown hair. The water travels down the middle of his pecs, falling perfectly in the gutters of his abs until it soaks into his black shorts. 

“Oh yeah… that's better,” Todd sighs in relief and shakes out his wet hair. “Catch.” 

I catch the empty bottle he tosses back at me. The water droplets are evaporating off him right before my eyes. 

“Thanks. You're getting a little red, rich boy.” 

“Must be too much sun,” I lie as I scan his muscular body. “How are the seeds?”

“It's getting there.” Todd bends down to work again and I catch a glimpse of the waistband of his underwear. “I get paid by the hour, not the job. So forgive me if I take my sweet time.”