Chapter 203 - 6 Such A Good Boy

The mere mention that kitten gave Andrzej a shudder. Why did Dominik raise the worst in some people?

Maciej Werner, the man who almost destroyed Dominik mentally. A man who in his twisted mind mistook his obsession for love. A madman who was dangerous to others and to himself. A madman who, in the name of misunderstood love, brought Dominik hell...

"Don't say you're cold," the actor suddenly muttered on his chest.

"Did I wake you up? Forgive me."

"No, that's not it," said Śliwiński and rose lazily to a sitting position. "I went numb."

Andrzej smiled warmly.

The summer night was very warm and bright. Nowicki himself did not know whether the full moon or the street lamps were shining brighter. In this golden-silver light, Dominik's naked body acquired a mystical glow.

"And I think I need to pee," added the actor yawning and dragged himself out of bed.

His step was uncertain. Perhaps his joints had not yet moved after his sleep, or perhaps they had made love too passionately, and Dominik would feel the effects of their unbridled love longer than going to the bathroom and back. Whatever it was, he was walking as stiffly and awkwardly now as if every step ached him.

Andrzej felt remorse, but only for a moment. He hadn't done anything against Dominik. On the contrary, he only did what the young actor asked for. Maybe even a bit less, because if Nowicki had fulfilled his every request for more, now probably neither of them would have had the strength to move.

Andrzej rolled to his side. He also felt stiffness in his joints. Sex with Dominic has always been a lot of effort. This boy was insatiable.

Despite everything, Andrzej smiled happily looking at the bathroom door, in which Śliwiński disappeared. The body might ache, but the heart was full of happiness. After all, there is nothing more beautiful than love that is reciprocated and fulfilled. Even if it is a man's love for a man.

Andrzej did not care anymore that they both had penises, that neither of them had breasts, which is just like that, both of them are men. They were men not only physically. None of them were women trapped in a man's body. None of them have ever questioned their gender identity. They were both one hundred percent accepting their gender, only it happened that for some unknown reason they really fell in love in someone of the same sex.

Dominik accepted it faster, it took Andrzej more time, but in the end he also decided that, contrary to how he was raised, there is nothing wrong with their relationship. If two adults are physically attracted to each other and their hearts cling to each other like opposite poles of magnets, if there is no selfishness in them and both want only the other person's happiness, why should they deny themselves this?

Andrzej had never loved anyone before, although he dated many women. He was also not tempted by men. He was sure his heart just couldn't love. It was Dominik who made it different.

Dominik thought he was in love, but his partner made him a prisoner and flooded his life with toxic possessiveness. Śliwiński was drying up and perhaps his life would become dust. Andrzej took him out of that world and showed that there is another, better one.

They both gained a lot and grew as persons thanks to this love. There was nothing wrong with that and nothing shameful about it. So what if they were both men?

The door opened and Dominik emerged from the bathroom, naked as God had made him. The silver-and-gold light from behind the bedroom window gave his body an amazing glow.

"Why are you smiling so much?" he asked quite naturally. Something flashed on his finger.

"I love you," explained Andrzej. "You know about it?"

"Of course, you silly I know," laughed Dominik. "Once, I wasn't sure about it, but now..." the actor raised his hand on which a ring with an amber eye flashed. "Now I have no doubts. You are mine forever. And I am forever yours."

This beautiful confession touched something in Andrzej's heart and it also touched something between his legs. Instinctively, he looked at Dominik's naked manhood. There, too, there was a distinct commotion.

"So come here quickly," suggested Andrzej. "I want to fill my mouth with you."

"You want…"

"I want to suck you to the bottom."

"Andrzej, I don't recognize you. You've always been a good boy..."

"Not always" Nowicki shook his head, remembering his high school years. "But surely long enough for me to get bored of it. Now come to me because I am starving."

"As you wish…" Dominik said and obediently appeared on the bedding...

***

"Nowicki! Are you going to permanently change your profession? If so, speak up and I'll put you on the list of my top photo models!"

Mrs. Janina Pasek's words were a bit sarcastic, but her smile expressed a truly motherly pride. Mrs. Janka, the boss of Andrzej Nowicki, was happy to be proud of the personal success of her employee and the honor that he brought to her modeling agency. The woman might have tried to hide it, but Andrzej, although he had been working here only for a little more than six months, saw it easily.

"Mrs. Janka, never in my life!" he replied cheerfully because he too was very happy at that moment. It could have something to do with the afternoon and the night spent in Dominik's arms and behind his buttocks. "I'll always be a photographer!"

"It's a pity" his boss sighed and Nowicki felt a bit of regret because he let her down. Mrs. Pasek had done so much for him by taking him in when he was out of work that he still felt a debt of gratitude to her.

"But for your agency, Mrs. Janka, sometimes I can make an exception," Andrzej announced in a familiar tone. "Just not too often, because I will lose my value as a rarity."

Mrs. Pasek burst out into loud, happy laughter. Although the years of her youth were long behind her, this laugh caught her at least three decades.

Andrzej felt joy and pride that he could cheer her up.

"Okay!" his boss agreed. "Tell me how it was in Rome."

"Hot," he announced. "And boring. The work of a photo model is really nothing that could please me for more than a moment. But now I really appreciate the effort the models put in to show us their beauty. I always knew that this job was a hard piece of bread, but knowing something in theory and experiencing it in practice are two different things."

"I am glad that these experiences have brought you something good. You will have the opportunity to quickly implement this knowledge, because I want you to take pictures for the new fall-winter collection for Szafarscy."

Szafarscy was a family business founded in the interwar period, which produced leather goods such as briefcases, handbags, wallets and belts. For thirty years, it also had leather jackets and shoes under its brand.

"Are you talking about their anniversary collection?" Andrzej asked, surprised.

"Beautiful, round one hundred years" confirmed Mrs. Janka. "How about that, that sounds good?"

Did that sound good? Of course it sounded better than good. It sounded great! The Szafarscy company may not belong to the world's top, it never even had such aspirations, but it certainly belonged to the top in the country. If they had better promotion abroad, they could easily compete with the most exclusive, but the old president was from a different era and believed that every citizen deserved good-quality things, not just the rich.

"Yes of course!" Andrzej announced enthusiastically. "I've been using their wallet for ten years and it's still in great shape."

"You are either an extremely practical man," said Mrs. Pasek "or very sentimental. Carrying the same wallet for ten years is inconceivable in the fashion world."

The old lady shook her head disapprovingly, but Andrzej knew that she had no problem with the fact that Nowicki did not follow fashion.

"I am both practical and sentimental. I got it from my father the day I got into college. My parents did not support the direction I chose, but they accepted that I wanted to go my own way."