Andrzej has not met anyone he would like to be with all his life. No one who would fill every free space of his existence. No one every inch of his heart and soul would miss. Body too, he had to admit and sighed. He was always alone. There in there, where his feelings and thoughts are.
That August morning, when he got this annoying commission to take compromising photos of Dominik Śliwiński, began to change everything. At first slowly, imperceptibly, and then it started an avalanche so powerful that it crushed all his resistance.
Because Dominik was exactly what Andrzej needed to believe in love and free himself from his loneliness. They fit together like two halves of an apple, or like a nut and bolt.
Despite his flaws, Marczak was a pretty cool guy - handsome, influential and really reliable. Could be a great lover and partner. But he wasn't Dominic.
Fiorelli could be overwhelming with his southern beauty and way of being. He didn't even have to use forbidden tricks to get the man towards him. His position was as attractive as honey and his body was certainly a delight. However, he was also not Dominic.
There was only one Dominik. Only his. While Sun was shining, every other star was invisible in its shadow. Śliwiński was the Sun of Andrzej's Earth.
Nowicki walked the streets lost in thought. He stared at the shop windows, decorated with Christmas decorations. Colorful beads, dancing Santa Clauses, gift packages tied with shiny ribbons attracted the eye and reminded us that the time of giving to others was approaching. They encouraged people to go into the store and choose something special for a friend, girlfriend or boyfriend, lover ... The bottles of expensive perfume looked like little masterpieces. The sexy lingerie was red in the eyes. Gold and silver sparkled from the jewelers' windows.
Andrzej's eyes were caught by a wedding ring with a tiny, blue stone, the glow of which resembled Dominik's eyes ...
"… Will arrive ten minutes late. I repeat. Flight number ...
Andrzej had been waiting for half an hour, so ten minutes shouldn't have made any difference to him, and yet he felt a rise in tension. He knew it would be a long time before the passengers disembarked, before passport clearance of passengers was complete, but he couldn't wait to see that tiny, beautiful face with eyes like two aquamarine suns and hazel hair fringing it.
Waiting was painful, not least because he couldn't wait. His body was still suffering from drug poisoning. This, in turn, irritated him. He promised Dominik a warm welcome and he wanted him so much that it was a shame to admit to himself, and yet he had to confess to the man he loves and craves that today nothing will come of it, because he was very stupid and drugged. He felt like a complete idiot with this.
Today he would not live up to his own and his lover's expectations, but that did not change the fact that he wanted to see Dominik as early as possible. He was waiting for him like a child for the first star in the sky on this special evening of the year. Śliwiński was his star, Santa and a gift. He was all that was expected and appeared with a heart full of joyful hope.
He was just everything.
The minutes dragged on endlessly in the chatter of passing crowds and messages from the loudspeakers. Time is bound to flow as slowly as possible, prolonging the agony of waiting.
Eventually the plane landed, but that was not the end of the wait. Andrzej, captivated, stared at the gate that the passengers of the flight from Paris were supposed to leave. When they first showed up, his heart seemed to burst with excitement.
He was not tall, yet Andrzej caught him immediately. It was his blazing-eyed Dominik, looking around the arrivals hall, searching the faces of the crowd. Nowicki did not wait. He pushed his way over to him, and as they faced each other, his first words were:
"You cut your hair."
"They were a little too long."
Their voices only trembled a little. Their eyes could not part. They didn't touch, hug, or kiss each other - there were too many people here, and although no one would have recognized or even noticed them, they had not yet been able to publicly express their affection. Andrzej knew, however, that Dominik's heart was beating as fast as his own. He could see that the eyes bore the same stamp of yearning and longing. He could see the slightly parted lips that demanded a kiss.
"The car is waiting," he announced in a strangely hoarse voice. "Give me your bags."
There were more of them than that way. He took two large ones, leaving Śliwiński's hand luggage, and they headed towards the exit. They didn't have to talk much to each other. Their true greeting will come when they disappear from the sight of people. It will be their own, private and very intimate.
The luggage disappeared in the trunk and the actor took the seat next to the driver. Andrzej got behind the wheel and started the engine.
"Why are you smiling so?" he asked.
"And you?"
Well, there was no point in asking. The proximity of his beloved ignited every cell of the body and suddenly the flashing lights of passing cars, street lamps and houses seemed to him a thousand times brighter and the whole world joyfully, almost singing in spring, although outside the window there was the gray of autumn and winter.
Asking for a flight was an empty courtesy that didn't even have purpose at this point. They will exchange millions of words with each other, but later, when their hearts have calmed down enough for them to calmly take their voices.
So they rode in silence. Words were not needed. Shifting gears, Andrzej felt a soft touch on his hand. He shuddered, fearing he would cause an accident. He wanted so much to reciprocate the caress that something inside him began to scream with impatience and pain. He bit his lip. His body began to burn dangerously.
Dominik's touch lasted only a moment, but it managed to make him shudder with excitement. Nowicki pressed the gas pedal harder. He wanted to be home as soon as possible. Every moment of delay was torture for him. Literally. The drug-exhausted body, under the influence of exertion, stress and closeness of Dominik, turned into something strange, over which he was slowly losing control. It almost felt as if the remedy began to work. But that's not possible. Until now, he had to completely expel it from the body.
"Are you okay?" Andrzej suddenly heard a concerned question. "You're not looking your best."
He didn't want to lie or upset Dominik.
"I'll tell you everything at home. We'll be there soon."
The answer satisfied Śliwiński at least enough to make him refrain from pursuing the topic. Out of the corner of his eye, Andrzej noticed that his face had changed. She pulled anxiously.
"I'm glad that I could finally see you again" Nowicki smiled, wanting to cheer him up.
I think he succeeded, because the actor blushed as always lovely. He looked at him shyly.
"There hasn't been a night when I didn't think about you before I fell asleep," he said. "There was no morning that I did not miss your body warmth."
"Don't tell me such things," Nowicki asked with a groan. "Not while I'm driving."
"Sorry," he chuckled guiltily. "We're just over there, right?"
"Yes. Just five more minutes."
For some, however, they had the impression that these three hundred seconds is eternity multiplied by infinity.
When finally Andrzej drove into the yard and turned off the engine, Dominik touched his hand again.
"Let's leave my luggage," he said. "It's a waste of time."
"Yes," Nowicki admitted confidently.
They got out of the car and as soon as they crossed the threshold, Dominik threw himself on Andrzej's neck, pressing his mouth into his. In this embrace, into this kiss, he poured so much feeling as if they were actually waiting for this moment eternity.
"Your skin is so hot! You have a fever?" Śliwiński suddenly moved away. He spoke with obvious concern.
"It's a little ... more complicated. You see, on Friday, I was given a strong aphrodisiac by accident."
"How strong?" Dominik's eyes widened creating a beautiful and disturbing image.
"So strong that it is illegal," Nowicki explained, blushing. "This measure was a total accident. It was terrible ..."
"Terrible?"
"My body was on fire and I couldn't touch you. I thought I was going crazy."
"Oh… Andrzej, I understand. Fine. If that happened, I can't blame you. You were practically not yourself ..."
"I really didn't want it to turn out that way. I swear I'll never act this way again. I will not be so naive anymore."
"I'm glad you're over it."
"Well just no entirely. I thought so, but no. Because you can see, when you're close, when I smell your scent, I start to lose my mind again. Only I don't know if my body can handle it..."