It was very cold in the cottage. Dominik felt it was even colder than outside, where it was freezing at dusk. The cabin hadn't been heated in a long time, so the walls were frozen over. Śliwiński even wondered for a moment whether they should go to the city to the hotel, but if they stayed at the hotel, they would not be able to hug each other, not to mention these other things.
All right, they'll try to stay here. If they feel too bad, they will be able to move to a hotel even in the middle of the night.
Dominik started preparing the fire in the fireplace.
"Let me, I'll light the fireplace..." Andrzej came up to him and wanted to take the matches from him.
"Leave it, you're drunk", remembered Śliwiński. "Inadvertently, you will set fire to the whole house."
"Um ..." Nowicki muttered under his breath and fortunately did not try to take the matches away from him. He just stood motionless, staring blankly at Dominik. The young actor felt strange under the photographer's gaze.
"What is going on?" Śliwiński asked blushing.
"I love you" Andrzej grinned broadly. "My God, Dominik, how I love you!"
Śliwiński's heart jumped happily and could not calm down. Andrzej's confession, even now, in a cold house in the middle of nowhere, when Andrzej himself was drunk, sounded so wonderful that now Dominik had the impression that his heart would run out of his chest.
"I love you too," he replied with an equally broad smile. "And I wish you would take me in front of that fireplace, but let me make a fire in it first."
"I don't want to wait," groaned Andrzej and he suddenly wrapped his arms around Dominik who was crouching in front of the fireplace.
Śliwiński's heart beat even more. His whole body began to react to the proximity of Andrzej with a flame. Despite the cold temperature, he immediately felt hot. He wanted his man right now, but when he imagined the police discovering their frozen, naked bodies clasped in a loving embrace after a few days...
"You don't want me to freeze, do you?" he asked Andrzej, knowing full well that Dominik's health was the most important argument for his lover.
"Hurry up then, for God's sake!" Nowicki asked.
"So stop bothering me!"
"All right, all right ..." the photographer resigned and moved away from Śliwiński, giving him freedom of movement. Dominik felt emptiness and regret about it, but also relief.
A weak flame began to lick timidly the logs laid in the fireplace. It will be a long time before it gets warm enough to take off the jackets, but Śliwiński again felt the arms of his beloved on his body.
Andrzej's impatience was extremely exciting, especially when Dominik remembered that he was the first man in his life and so far the only one.
Nowicki had many temptations, Dominik knew that Marek Marczak confessed his love to him, that the handsome Italian Giorgio Fiorelli wanted to seduce him, that even his former school friend would give a lot for the body, and even more for Andrzej's heart, but Nowicki always said no. He wasn't interested in men. At least not those who were not Dominik and Śliwiński knew about it.
"The fire is already burning ..." Nowicki whispered in his ear. "In me…"
Wonderfully delightful, totally perverse. Andrzej's breath, hot, soaked with alcohol, wrapped around Dominik's neck and cheek. Nowicki wanted him, he wanted him very much, and there was no reason to defend himself against his desires...
"We have to turned on the geyser to..." groaned Śliwiński.
"I've already turned it on," said Andrzej. His breathing was heavy with excitement. "No matches. One button was enough..."
Dominik looked over his shoulder. Yes, in fact, a few steps away was a mobile gas cylinder on a cylinder, slowly starting to glow with a hot gas flame. The men were in between these two heat sources, which are about to warm this space, and they could get too hot, especially since their bodies were already burning with desire.
That was exactly their plan!
Andrzej's hot breath was still a cloud of steam in the chilled interior, but Dominik no longer felt cold. He turned so as to have Nowicki in front of him and wanted to tell him something provocative, something erotic, but he saw what kind of gaze Andrzej was looking at him and suddenly he was overcome by shyness.
Andrzej Nowicki has always been a man of strong moral principles. Even when he was working as paparazzi, there were limits he couldn't break. Honor was always more important to him than money. Yes, Andrzej once committed blackmail, but it did not last long and the blackmailer himself was so embarrassed by his act that he returned the money to the victim and apologized. Everyone makes a mistake from time to time, but Nowicki was not afraid to admit it and bear the consequences.
As a man of strong moral principles, Andrzej never thought about an affair with a man. He never thought about seeking his own pleasure at the expense of the naive, susceptible to the influence of others Dominik, who himself was trying to get Andrzej's pants down. It was Dominik himself who seduced him by offering the most wonderful pleasures and fulfilling this promise. Nowicki succumbed to him, he also succumbed to him later, after all, he was only human, but he did not do it even for a moment solely for his own pleasure. He always did it with Śliwiński in mind.
Dominik was looking into Andrzej's wonderful, bright, brown eyes and, engrossed in delight, forgot to breathe.
One could read only one thing in Andrzej's eyes - pure love.
Śliwiński's eyes glazed with tears. He knew how weak and full of flaws he was a man. How naive and… wretched he is. How is it possible that such a good and noble man as Andrzej awakened such a beautiful feeling for someone as handicapped as Dominik?
"Dominik? Why are you crying?" Nowicki was worried, touching his cheek. "Something happened? Something hurts you? Are you cold?"
Śliwiński had to pull himself together. Again, completely unintentionally, he disturbed his wonderful Andrzej. So the young actor smiled, he even laughed a little shyly and a little coquettishly.
"No, no," he assured. "I'm just happy. So happy that until..."
"…it hurts?" Nowicki finished for him.
"How do you know?" Śliwiński was surprised.
"Because I feel the same."
"But you... you don't cry.
"I am not as wonderfully emotional a man as you are. Dominik, your eyes..."
"What about them?"
"I've never seen anything so beautiful. You have a wonderful purity, innocence in them, but they can be so provocatively sexy... Do you know that the eyes are a mirror of the soul?"
Who hasn't heard this saying at least once? Who hasn't thought about it or at least didn't summon it subconsciously judging someone just by looking that person in the eye?
Dominik, intimidated, wiped his tears. Andrzej's eyes were brave and strong, loyal and sincere, caring and daring. They were exactly like Nowicki's character. Now they looked at Dominik with such pure, so sincere love that the young actor had trouble catching his breath.
"That's why I love your soul so much," he said quietly and, very timidly, he put his lips to Andrzej's.
The kiss was gentle, like the touch of a snowflake whirling slowly outside the window.
Andrzej willingly returned the kiss and the caress gained strength. It was hard to extinguish his passion, made even worse by alcohol, but who would actually want it? Certainly neither of them. They both wanted to immerse themselves in the warmth of their arms, their breaths and their love.
Their clothes were slowly disappearing, but it wasn't long before Dominik felt the soft, artificial bearskin under his back and the warmth of his lover's most real and alive skin on his chest and stomach. Śliwiński wrapped his legs around him, thus allowing him to enter the tunnel of pleasure. A passionate kiss joined their lips, and meanwhile their lower parts...
"Ah!" Dominik groaned loudly.
"Too fast? Too hard? Too early?" Andrzej asked worriedly. His concern was as hot as a fire in a fireplace, and it felt like his hazel eyes.
"No, it's perfect," assured Dominik with all sincerity. "I just..."
"You just…"
"I love you so much!"
There was not a hint of a lie in his words. In fact, Dominik felt as if the words he had spoken were a huge understatement. At this point in his life, Andrzej was such a wonderful being for him that he no language in the world knew the right word to express it.
"My beloved," Nowicki replied and entered him a little deeper. Dominik put his arms around him, too, hot and tight. Tears appeared in his eyes again, but this time he tried to hide them. He didn't want Andrzej to think that he was crying because of him, even though that was actually the case…