The Cock (POV shift)

(I'm sorry, I couldn't resist the title.)

Father makes my head hurt. Everytime he opens his mouth nothing comes out but utter stupidity. His latest one about the marriage was–

“Lord Centurion–” Someone stops me. Not even in the bath am I safe from these idiots following me around. “I was thinking about tomorrow’s drills.”

Drills! He’s bothering me about drills! In the bath!

He’s either willfully ignorant of my stare, or he’s a fool. He continues talking: “Do you think–”

“You. Do you see my cock?”

“Err.” He looks away with his cheeks slightly reddened. Bah! I have no time for bashfulness. “Well? Do you?”

“Err.” Then, with the rest of his face blanched he takes a quick peek at my pelvic area. “Yes. Yes, I do. There it is. Lord Centurion.”

“Do you usually see me prancing about the office with my cock hanging freely?”

“No, Lord Centurion,” he says. His gaze is back on the ground and the redness is spreading all the way to his ears.

“Do I make myself clear?”

He bobs his head in a quick succession. I give him a strained smile. ‘I will have you flogged if you bother me in the baths again’, it says. He knows this. He nods again and gives me room to pass him by.

Headache is starting to gather behind my eyes. I will have to ask Niall for more damn remedies. I need to sink in to the hot bath, I need to–

Oh. A peculiar sight makes me stop on my track. It’s you. With my head feeling a bit lighter I look at you. You’re taking a bath with your little buddies. A smile tugs the corner of my mouth. You’re looking mighty dirty, you barbarians, the water is muddied around your filthy lot. Zoilus must have worked you to the bone. (I make a mental note of going to another pool.)

And you’re talking about me and Zoilus. He’s a jealous little boy. He knows there is something about you. Something that makes you so interesting. Your whole contubernium got promoted, after all. He knows it’s not about them, it’s about you.

It will prove to be a problem.

“My, my, a pool filled with little fools.”

My voice makes them stand up so fast one of them almost falls back on his ass. I never get tired of seeing these flustered fools.

*if clueless

             And who among them is the biggest flustered fool! I almost burst out laughing as you try to look anywhere but my dick. You’re acting like a little virgin! This is joyous, there is not a trace of a headache left. It’s gone and in its place there is only joy over you.

            "Eyes up front when I'm talking." Hehe! The way you drag your gaze back to the one thing you’re avoiding to look at is hilarious. It takes everything to keep myself collected. I almost thank you for lighting up my evening.

*if bold

            But, there is one who isn’t flustered at all. If anything, you look like you’re judging the size of my cock. Why do you look so unimpressed by it? Your gaze makes me take a double-take at it. It’s there. It’s the same size it always was.

           Then, irritation flashes through me. I know it’s there. How can your gaze make me so insecure? I don’t like this at all.

           You little shit. You win this round.