Chapter 122 - The Best Method Of Questioning

"It doesn't bother you? Andrzej asked when they parted their lips for a moment. "That I hang out with people suspected of having crimes? That I lied for one of them in court?"

"No," he replied completely honestly. "It's even exciting."

"But ..."

"Do you trust him? Bambus?" Dominik took out Andrzej's penis and caressed him with his hand while his lips were on his neck.

"Yes. I know he's not quite clean, but he's a good guy. He will do anything for a friend."

"So you are his friend?"

"No. Not like I'm Paulina's or… yours. Dominik, you shameless, what are you doing in broad daylight?"

"Shut up and just kiss me," was the command.

There was no objection. It could not be when Andrzej felt his face on his face, and the penis extracted from his pants was rubbing against Dominik's member - both locked in his lover's moving hand.

They kept kissing. They completely immersed themselves in the passionate dance of tongues and the sound of their rapid breathing. They were as close as if they were actually about to merge into one body. Andrzej was unable to do anything but let Dominik feel this tender caress.

Śliwiński came first. His body trembled as he clung to his lover with his whole being. Nowicki loved to hold him in his arms when Dominik was shaken with an orgasm. He felt that he, too, would be fulfilled at any moment.

"I love you," he heard the most tender whisper possible. "I love you so much!"

The actor broke off the caress and moved his ass restlessly. Andrzej knew what he meant. He slipped his hands into his pants and began to caress his buttocks. Dominik responded to the touch more than willingly as usual. Nowicki did not even have time to realize when his lover freed himself from his pants and shamelessly put himself on his stiff manhood.

"Ah ...!" came out of his throat at the moment of entry, because he was at the top, he himself adjusted the intensity and pace of the movements.

Andrzej bit his lower lip and looked at Dominik's face, who tilted his head back. For the thousand or millionth time, he decided that he had never seen anyone so beautiful and sensual. Śliwiński's aquamarine eyes blazed so intensely and brightly like two blue suns around which Nowicki's heart orbited. His lover always gave pleasure to the man and the artist in him.

Dominik rested his feet on the couch on either side of the photographer. His breathing was hot and fast. When they kissed again, Andrzej had the impression that he was enveloped by tropical, sensual heat.

Śliwiński was breathing harder and harder. He was so sexy that the photographer could no longer remain passive and began to move his hips.

„Oh, Andrzej ... Andrzej, I ... Oh!"

Nowicki knew that his lover was about to experience a second fulfillment. It was a bit unfair because he hadn't come even once yet, but that slim face framed by long hazel hair was so beautiful during orgasm that it compensated for any other potential inconvenience for him.

"Don't hold back" Śliwiński whispered in his ear.

If he wishes it ...

Nowicki was close. He could feel it. He sped up, and after a few harder strokes, he felt fulfilled.

Dominik slipped off Nowicki's lap, panting heavily. He slowly put on his pants, hid his drooping penis (he came in a few seconds after Andrzej) and pushed his hazelnut hair, wet with sweat, from his forehead. His cheeks and aquamarine eyes blazed. He took the gaze of Andrzej, sitting on the couch, on whose pants there were compromising traces of play of both of them, and he bit his lower lip.

"I'm hungry," he announced.

"You're telling me this now?" Nowicki groaned. "Give me a moment to breathe."

Dominik didn't answer. He just smiled and walked a little shakily into the kitchen.

"I'd like to meet that Bambus of yours," he announced. Andrzej heard the sound of water from the unscrewed tap in the sink.

"For what? After all, I told you that this is not the kind of company you want."

"If you were so concerned about my reputation, you wouldn't risk being seen through the window as you used to be. You got careless."

This, unfortunately, was true.

"It's all because of you," the photographer said, embarrassed. "With you, I lose my mind."

"Only the guilty is looking for excuses! I really want to meet your friend and thank him for everything he has done for me. Or is there some other reason why you don't want me to meet him?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"About nothing."

Andrzej was too tired to see any hidden meanings in the actor's statement. But he wondered how, after the ride they'd just made, Dominik could even stand on his feet. Apparently he really was stronger than he looked. Nowicki spread his arms on the back of the couch and looked around lazily.

"Is there a script that Marczak brought on the table?" He asked seeing a thick pile of papers.

"Yes."

"Have you read it?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I didn't feel like it."

"Do you mind me reading it?"

"Not at all. Just wash your hands first, okay?"

Andrzej smiled to himself. Being reprimanded by Dominik brought him pleasure. For years he has not shared a flat with anyone, let alone a life, so these small things of everyday life, in which someone else participated, were a real pleasure.

"I'll even change," he said, standing up. "You made a terrible mess with my clothes."

"Do not whine. It is me who do the laundry."

"You're the one who insists on staying unemployed. Besides, I know perfectly well that you love to look after the house."

"Division of responsibilities, my dear, division of responsibilities! We live in a partner partnership!"

"Yes? Then why do I feel like you turn me around as you want?"

Dominik turned to him. Andrzej's pants were really in a deplorable condition, all stained white. His shirt didn't look any better.

"As I remember, you turn me around at night. On all sides."

"I can not wait."

"But you just had me" the actor laughed.

"Only I can't get enough of you. Never."

Dominik blushed which made him look even sexier. But also innocent in a way.

True, you can't get enough of Dominik.

Marczak.

Werner.

It wasn't his fault. Dominik hardly ever provoked anyone on purpose, but Janka was right, beautiful people evoke the best but also the worst instincts in others. And Dominik was, without a doubt, absolutely beautiful. So could Andrzej really blame any of them for doing what they did?

Yes, he could, because nothing justifies hurting another person and treating him as property.

"Something happened? Dominik asked anxiously.

"You've finished me off. I do not want to get up. But" he rose heavily "I'd better change before everything is dry on me."

"I definitely approve of this idea."

***

'Convince him to star in this movie. He is stubborn, but this opportunity is simply not to be missed.'

Nowicki read the text message and sighed. Two things he didn't like about this news - first, Marczak still wanted to influence Dominik's decisions, and secondly - the guy still had Andrzej's number and dared to use it. Unfortunately, after everything that happened between them at the time of Śliwiński's disappearance and when the actor was in the hospital, the photographer had no right to play a saint against Marczak. After all, Dominik's former lover contributed to the fact that the boy is now quite well. The manager seemed to be redeeming his guilt.

Andrzej raised his eyes from the phone display and looked at Śliwiński. The actor was sitting on the couch and using the remote he changed channels, pausing for no more than two seconds.

"If you are so bored, maybe you can read Marczak's script."

"I do not want to. Besides, you said you wanted to read it yourself."

"You've become a terrible lazy lately" Andrzej shook his head and reached for the script lying on the table.

"I've always been. What do you think I should gift to your boss? Or maybe we should give something together?"

"She said she didn't want anything."

"She's a woman, she will always be happy to receive a gift. We can't give her anything too personal. Maybe some work of art? How do you think?"

"I don't know much about art" Nowicki opened the script. "Your character is the circled one, right?"

"Yes. Maybe a sculpture? After the decor of her office, I think she might like something modernist..."

"In English?"

"The sculptures have no language..."

"No, the script! It is in English!"

"What language is it supposed to be? It's American production."

"Dominik, do I understand that you got an offer to star in an American film and you don't even want to read the script?"

Śliwiński finally decided that what is currently on TV can stay because he stopped changing channels, sighed and lowered his head. Looking at him, Andrzej saw a glimpse of the not-so-old past - Dominik defenseless and vulnerable. For some reason, the boy didn't want to act and it looked like he wasn't in any of the films regardless of production.