Mathias smirked at the TV as he lay sideways in one of the plush chairs, legs dangling over one armrest, head resting on the other. His blonde shaggy hair hung in his hazel eyes, the pale green-gold color even more accented with the black eyeliner that was smudged thickly around his eyes. He chewed on his snakebites, bored slightly. He glanced at the clock. 6:15 pm. His dad would be home any minute. Hmm. About time to piss him off and make him regret not using protection.<br/><br/>He got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the freezer before going back to his seat and sitting down in the same position, aimlessly clicking through the channels until he settled on a reality TV show. Something about next top model...<br/><br/>He heard the front door open a few minutes later and switched his facial expression from a look of boredom to a look of indifference. His father greeted him.<br/><br/>"Matthew."<br/><br/>The young man responded with an obscene hand gesture, which his father only shrugged off. The older man slipped his suit jacket from his torso and set it on one of the chairs in front of the bar.<br/>"You can sit down anywhere."<br/><br/>Mathias scoffed, assuming his father was talking to him. In annoyance, he said, "Um, I'm already sitting. No need to offer a place to sit for your only son. Are you finally going insane?" He shook his head and looked back at the TV.<br/><br/>His father sighed silently and shook his head, murmuring apologetically to the man that had accompanied him in, before heading to his office to find a folder for work. The man who had come home with him was a business partner, assigned to go with Mathias on a business trip across the country, then to fly out to a different continent to meet with a business partnership leader.<br/><br/>The eighteen-year-old was bored out of his mind, watching the all-too-skinny girls flaunt around in too skimpy of outfits. He should have enjoyed the sight, hell, he was a teenage guy, with raging hormones. But girls just never did it for him.<br/><br/>Guys...on the other hand. Hot. Gorgeous. Sexy. 'I'd tap that all night long' attractive.<br/>He would never tell his father he was actually gay. Disappoint him more? Nah.<br/>All the shit he did was to get attention from his father. His father was always at work, or sleeping, or out drinking with business friends and associates.<br/>All Mathias wanted was a day every so often to spend with his dad, talk about his own dreams and what he wanted to do.<br/><br/>Sighing softly, he stood up and walked over to the freezer, putting the half-empty bottle of whiskey back into the ice cold area before shutting the freezer door and opening the fridge door. He grabbed a bottle of water, chasing down the alcohol's taste with the bland, non-existent taste of the water.<br/><br/>He finally noticed the business partner sitting at the bar, the counter in between the two. His reaction was far from professional.<br/><br/>He yelped, dropping the water and having it splatter everywhere. He stumbled back into the fridge, yelling, "DAD! WE HAVE AN INTRUDER!"<br/><br/>"THAT'S A BUSINESS ASSOCIATE, SON! MIND YOURSELF."<br/><br/>Mathias gaped in his father's direction before smirking at the business partner. Now HE...was hot.<br/>"Hey. Sorry. I'm usually more collected than this." He ran a hand through his hair, and stuck a hand out for a handshake.<br/>"I'm Mathias. I'd promise to be good, but I don't think I can be when I'm around you."<br/>"Mathias." The teen's smile dropped a bit, only to turn into a grin as he let go of the man's hand and turned to face his father.<br/><br/>"Hmm?" He asked innocently.<br/><br/>"Stop harassing my associate. Go do homework. Now."<br/><br/>"But-"<br/><br/>"Mathias..."<br/><br/>The young man huffed and wandered out of the room, leaving the TV on just to irk his father more. As soon as the door slammed, indicating Mathias having gotten to his room, Jared, his father, slipped his wire-rimmed glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. He shook his head and sighed.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for my son's inability to act like a professional. He's been a rebel ever since..." He trailed off, his mind delving into memories best left in a box. He looked back up at the associate and handed him the folder.<br/><br/>"This is all the information you'll need for the trip. Who you're meeting, who you need to watch out for, identification, phone numbers, everything is in there. Do you still wish to do this?" The man was worried. Not only for his son's safety, but anyone who became even remotely involved in this arrangement would become a target as well.<br/><br/>"No one would blame you if you just walked away." He said softly, watching the man for any sign of uncertainty.