Chapter 138 - The Melody Of Longing And Love

When he finally managed to reach the house and cross its threshold, he caught the pleasant smell of fried fish. He also heard a melody humming by someone. She was quite weird. Variable in its structure and harmony. Mild, a bit sad, yet full of warmth. Who was humming it? Dominik? I think so. The sound came from the kitchen.

This melody ... He didn't know it. But she was very beautiful. For some reason, his eyes glazed over.

What am I, miss, to be moved by just any song?

He rubbed his eyes, angry at himself for the unmanly reaction. He took off his jacket and boots.

The melody continued uninterrupted. It seemed Dominik hadn't realized Andrzej had returned. He had never sung with Nowicki and the latter had to admit that the actor had a good sense of melody and a beautiful voice. Śliwiński revealed his next talent to him. It was a bit unfair that there was someone in the world gifted with such beauty, acting, culinary, bedding and, as it turned out, musical skills. Dominik really was the Little Mister Perfect. Intelligent and with a wonderful heart. Maybe a little too beautiful to be true. Andrzej remembered the impression he had when he looked at his pictures for the first time.

Yes, Dominik is unearthly. Maybe this is the problem? People see him as an icon, not as a human being.

Yet he was undoubtedly a human being. He was just throwing a second batch of fish onto the hot oil. Potatoes were boiling in a pot and a simple Chinese cabbage salad was standing on the table. An ordinary, everyday dish that is served in almost every home in Poland. The usual activity of cooking performed by billions of people in the world. Dominik turned to put the dishes in the sink and jumped up, almost dropping them.

"Andrzej!" He exclaimed. "God! you scared me!"

He was so sweet in his awkwardness. Nowicki couldn't help but smile.

"Sorry," he said insincerely. "What's that tune? I do not know her."

"I don't know" Śliwiński put the dishes in the sink. "I reminded it today. It's probably from some show that I watched as a kid. Do you have such times that all of a sudden a melody pops into your head and starts following you?"

"I think so. How was your day?"

"Fine. I think so. Scarlett is okay but ..."

"But?"

"I'd rather be at lunch with you."

"Is that why you were cooking? For me?"

"Of course!" Dominik blushed up to his ears as he twisted the fish. Andrzej couldn't believe how sweet he was.

"I love you, you know?"

Śliwiński smiled broadly. There was nothing artificial about that smile, and at the sight of it, Nowicki's heart jumped happily.

How could I doubt him, he thought.

For some reason, however, the actor didn't reply, "I love you too."

"What? Won't you say you love me?" Andrzej moved closer to him and saw… tears?

Dominik threw himself around his neck with a hot smile and even warmer tears. Andrzej felt the extraordinary strength of his embrace and the crazy heartbeat of the actor. It clung to him as if he were the last living thing in the universe.

Nowicki remembered this kind of his behavior. It is a desperate search for closeness and warmth. It was like this whenever Dominik felt lonely, lost or trapped.

"I love you" whispered Śliwiński. "You are my whole world."

Andrzej closed his eyes. It felt wonderful to hug Dominik and feel his warmth. The actor's tears didn't hurt as much as they used to, because Nowicki knew how emotional his lover was and that sometimes they had to flow. He was even grateful for them, because they showed how close they were to each other, that Dominik was not ashamed of them in front of Andrzej. At least not as much as it used to be. It showed how much he trusted him and how he believed in his love.

"And you are mine," he replied.

He wasn't lying. At that moment their relationship had achieved such a union of hearts that one could not beat without the other. It happened suddenly, very quickly after their first meeting, although love at first sight is not to be said. The beginnings of their relationship were strange, and yet in a few months they achieved an emotional and physical closeness that Andrzej had stopped dreaming of becoming with anyone. It was possible because so much had happened in their lives in the meantime that it would have been enough for five other lives.

Suddenly he felt Dominik's hand on his fly. He sighed silently. This boy was wonderfully shameless.

"Fish," he groaned.

"Not at all! I feel you are getting tough!"

"No, in the pan! Burns ..."

Dominik reluctantly turned to the stove.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really," the photographer admitted.

The actor turned the gas off.

"And the potatoes?"

"They'll come by themselves. They'll be fine, but I… need your help.

Andrzej could not believe how shameless this boy could be. Anyway, he liked it. A lot. However, if Śliwiński did not want to keep his common sense, he had to do it.

"What about journalists?" He asked.

"What about them?"

"Still on stakeout."

"I do not care. Unless it bothers you..."

"If not for you, so do me too" Nowicki opened the zipper in the actor's pants and extracted his masculinity from him.

Śliwiński groaned.

Andrzej put his other hand on his cheek. Dominik had such smooth and soft skin. His hair, even longer than usual, cascaded down his neck. He ran his thumb over his lover's lips - not too convex, with almost perfect shape and proportions. Just beautiful.

"Andrzej?" Śliwiński blinked his eyelids.

"Um?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It means?"

"Yes, that ... you make me nervous."

"Really? Forgive me. I just wonder, how could there be someone so beautiful…?"

"Come on," the actor lowered his eyes. "Such words at such a moment ..."

"You do not like them?" Nowicki started to play with his penis with his other hand, stroking his face.

"It's not like that. I just ... It's just a body ..."

"I'm not just talking about the body. You are beautiful all over."

Aquamarine suns covered the entire interior with their glow. Too good to belong to an earthly being. Andrzej brought his face closer to Dominik and kissed his perfect, soft lips.

Their tongues began to tangled, intensely increasing the intensity of the flame of excitement.

"Uhm ... mmm ..." Śliwiński purred sweetly.

Andrzej's left hand was entangled in his hair, and his right, with gliding movements, relished the tightening penis of her lover. His own, in a similar actor's handshake, pulsed with increasing heat.

I want him here and now, Andrzej thought excitedly. He released his lover's penis and slipped his hand under his pants and briefs, finding his firm buttocks. He squeezed one of them making his lover groan of pleasure. He found his eye with his finger and ran it over the soft entrance.

Śliwiński groaned again in a sweet, exciting falsetto.

The photographer slipped his other hand into his pants. Without breaking the delightful kiss, he released his lover's buttocks. He massaged them and opened them, giving them both pleasure. Dominik's skin was so soft and smooth that the touch receptors in Nowicki's fingertips raged with joy, sending the appropriate impulses to his brain and penis.

Suddenly Śliwiński was lying on the floor between the kitchen cabinets and the table where they ate their meals every day. Andrzej hastily removed his pants, annoyed that it was taking so long. Finally, he exposed the lower part of the actor's body, lifted his hips and dived between the just pampered buttocks, right into the appetizing, pink depression.

His tongue already knew the drill. They had made love a lot lately, so he didn't have to work long to prepare Dominik for the entrance. All it takes is a moment of sweet caress for both for the actor to shudder invitingly.

However, Śliwiński made a strange, muffled sound. Andrzej did not know him. Unable to interpret the reaction and not wanting to hurt his lover, he looked up at him. The actor's face was covered with his forearm.

"Dominik?"

Śliwiński shook his head. Something must have happened, for sure ...

"What happened?" Andrzej was worried not in jest.

"Nothing," the actor replied in a strange voice. "I'm just so happy that ..."

He revealed his face and tearful eyes. He smiled with full of happiness, however, flushed with emotion.

"Dominik ..." Nowicki felt that his voice was breaking. His lover was so beautiful, so wonderfully sexy, that his heart started to go crazy in him.

"Andrzej…" Śliwiński stretched encouragingly. "Don't make me wait any longer.

This smile, these tears, this delightful, seductive body and absolutely unearthly eyes were inviting with their beauty, promising to repeat the delight that Andrzej drew each time.

So he entered it, plunging into the hot tunnel of the body and the maddening sensations of the happiness of communing with the sexiest man he knew.

The only one he loved...