"How do you feel?"
Mikołaj barely opened his eyes. He was very tired and just wanted to sleep. Nothing more - just sleep.
"Get up, sleepyhead, you'll be late for work."
"For… work?" he was suddenly awake now. "Damn!" He wanted to get off the sheets, but his legs refused. "What the hell did you do to me?
"Only what you asked for - I enjoyed your body," came the innocent answer.
"You couldn't do it in moderation? How am I supposed to go to work now ?!"
It was not only legs, but also back and stomach ache of Skrzynecki as if he had all internal organs bruised. Was the night pleasure worth the morning?
"Oh fuck!" He cursed again "I can't stand up ..."
Stefan leaned over him with his charming smile and bright gray eyes. Skrzynecki blinked with trembling of excitement, waiting for the coming kiss.
"I was kidding," the Szwedas said. "Today is Saturday. Otherwise I wouldn't let myself tire you out."
The kiss did not come and Mikołaj felt disappointed. Angry with himself for such ridiculous expectations and reactions, he was confused about stupid jokes. He really wasn't laughing.
"Never mind, I still have a job," he murmured at the end.
Stefan's nearness caused a blush on his face. It was extremely ... embarrassing. Mikołaj was in great shape, he practiced regularly, usually in the pool, but it was the first time he felt so exhausted that every move caused him pain. Staying here, however, was troublesome. They were not a couple, so there was no reason why he should stay with him even a moment longer. He overcame the pain and began to get up.
"Stay. I ordered breakfast."
"I don't think that ..."
"On the right is the bathroom if you want to take a bath or take a shower. If you don't feel up to it, I can prepare a bath for you and take you to the bathtub."
Mikołaj imagined a Szwedas in a white hotel dressing gown, like a princess lifting him out of bedclothes and putting him into a bathtub filled with foam. Then he leans over its edge revealing his breast ...
"Thank you, I can handle it," he growled, hoping he couldn't see how the idea impressed him.
Shower - it was definitely something that Mikołaj could try. He felt strange, though, thinking that he would be taking him in the bathroom of the man he made love to.
Unfortunately, the fact that he was all stale also did not give him peace.
"Call, if you change your mind," the Szwedas smiled his own way and left the sleeping area.
Skrzynecki dragged himself with difficulty and went to the bathroom. There were hotel and private cosmetics on the regiments. Mikołaj took advantage of the hotel rooms, feeling his body relax a bit under the influence of warm water and fragrant foam.
The body did, but the mind began to realize what had happened that night and trembled at the consequences.
Szwedas clearly confessed in the company that he is gay. In that case, if anyone finds out that they ate dinner together, gossip and laughter will start. Mikołaj was not gay and did not intend to endure humiliation just because he slept with a guy once or twice.
Not that there was something wrong with what they did, but ...
He sucked. Literally. No man will admit that he has allowed himself to be taken as a woman. This ultimately harms his dignity. So why did he let this happen to him? Not only that, he wanted it himself?
It was just curiosity. Experiment. As with weed. As with BD&SM. As with a parachute jump. He wanted to try, see how it was, that's all. How then will he explain the second time?
The shower had already rinsed off the foam, and eventually he was running out of excuses to stay here longer. He will have to go out and face reality.
And Szwedas.
He wiped himself, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and entered the bedroom. He looked for his clothes. He didn't see it anywhere. He searched the floor and entered the living room.
"Breakfast has arrived," Szwedas announced, and Mikołaj stood surprised.
Stefan half lay on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand, and in the other he was holding an orange rose, the tips of the petals had an almost red shade. The skirts of his dressing gown were parted, revealing a wide, smooth chest. He was smiling looking at Mikołaj and for a moment he could do nothing but look at a perfectly beautiful man who was an extremely passionate lover.
"This rose," the Szwedas said, standing up and approaching Skrzynecki, "reminds me of you. A smooth, subtle combination of innocence and sensuality. Please, it's for you. "
"You would give up stupid jokes" Mikołaj pushed his hand away. "You would rather tell me where my clothes are."
"They got a little dirty yesterday, so I gave them to the laundry room. Relax, I marked the order as urgent."
"It would be enough to rinse them with water" Skrzynecki grimaced angrily. "Anyway, why are you acting like that?"
"How?"
"Like you would seduce me. You've already taken me to bed."
"Maybe I want to do it again?"
"No kidding," he snapped.
Stefan embraced him from behind. Mikołaj was startled.
"I really don't want it to be our last time," he said softly in his ear. Too soft. Skrzynecki's knees trembled slightly.
"But I don't meet guys."
"We don't go out with each other, we don't arrange dates. It is only about pure, casual sex." Skrzynecki felt a pinch on the nipple.
Not good, he thought, why does my body react like this? Why do I feel like I would like to give myself to him again? Don't I have any dignity in me anymore?
"I know you like what I do with you." Only in the arms of a man you can find this kind of pleasure. You know about it."
Mikołaj knew but did not want to admit it. He turned his head the other way.
"Let's make a deal," Szwedas suggested. Skrzynecki did not understand why his voice must sound so soft and erotic. "At work, we are all connected by work. No questions, embarrassing comments or suggestions. Nobody will know about us the way you wanted. But we will sometimes meet outside the office. When you feel like someone pressing you a little harder, just that you say 'Tenerife' in the conversation. "
Without a word, Skrzynecki took his hand and broke free. He sat on the couch, in front of which was a coffee pot, two cups, a basket with bread covered with a white cloth and some hot breakfast under a silver tray.
"The chef here is known even abroad," said the Szwedas, sitting next to him, however, maintaining a bit of a decent distance. "You can fall in love with his scrambled eggs."
Not that this recommendation had any meaning, but Skrzynecki reached for his portion of eggs. They were actually extremely tasty. He did not eat such at home.
"While you were sleeping, I looked at the documents you brought" Mikołaj looked surprised at the speaking Szwedas. "Well," he smiled, "that's why you came to this meeting. I couldn't just leave it."
"And what?"
"I made only one remark. On page seventeenth. The rest is very good."
Page seventeen, seventeen ... Mikołaj promised himself to read this remark very carefully.
Actually, you would do well in my department.
"No thanks."
"Are you sure?"
"I am deputy manager. I would have to start from scratch there. "
"Not necessarily. Some changes are planned for the positions."
The heart hit harder in the chest of Mikołaj. What did the Szwedas just say? What did he propose? Why did he talk about it now, after they had spent the night together, and Stefan clearly said he would like a repeat? Could it be ... Career by bed?
Career by bed?
Mikołaj never thought about such a thing to himself. His female superior was only Elvira, and this, apart from the fact that she was a married, mean bitch, he considered absolutely not sexy. In life, he would not sleep with her, even if it depended not only on his promotion but his work in general. The other superiors in his division were always guys, and until the holidays in Tenerife he did not think that he could ever have sex with another man. The appearance of a Szwedas in his life, who had incredible influence in this company, opened some absurd possibilities. It changed almost everything.
"Thank you. I'm good where I am," he answered in a slightly shaky voice.
"For sure?"
"Yes."
"Think about it. There are higher rates in my department and it's easier to get a bonus. Besides, you would have a nicer boss than you do now."
"Nicer?"
"I'm not nice to you?"
Babum - something hit Mikołaj's chest.
Babum, babum ...
"Nice? Are you kidding me?" He snorted.
"How is that?" The Szwedas looked disappointed. "Did I not fulfill all your requests and demands? Did I not obey when you shouted 'harder'? "
"Like you would only do it for me."
"Well ... no. But this is all the fun between us. Don't you think we've got along perfectly with our needs?"
Stefan leaned towards him so that Mikołaj felt his hot breath on his neck.
What's up, he thought. Why can't he move? Why is he waiting for another move from Szwedas?
"I can't, damn it!" Stefan sat up straight and hung his head. "If I start playing with you now, I won't stop until evening and I have a meeting in an hour. Forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive," Skrzynecki snapped. "I think it's just that you're getting into me again!"
"I love it when you get angry," he smiled with his absolutely wonderfully seductive smile. "Maybe I'll be a little late ..." He bent to kiss Mikołaj.
"Better go hang yourself!" Skrzynecki jumped to his feet.
" Mikołaj, don't be so angry. I'm leaving you because I have to, not because I want to."
"Do you think that is why I'm angry?" He asked surprised.
"Of course!"
"Fool! You better leave me alone! I wouldn't have been here long ago if you hadn't taken my clothes from me!"
Mikołaj entered the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.
What the hell is the matter with him? After all, he can't be really angry because Szwedas didn't want to fuck him again.
Or maybe?
Since he met a handsome blonde in Tenerife with gray, absolutely alluring eyes and a deadly seductive smile, since this man took him in his strong, dominant arms and brought him to unknown levels of pleasure, something strange was happening with Mikołaj. And actually with his body. He really felt good only when he remembered those impressions. Even if he was with a woman. It's not like he couldn't come without them. He never had erection problems. The point was that by mentioning everything the mysterious stranger had done to him, his body became hotter and more passionate.
"Szwedas, you moron," he cursed softly falling heavily on the bed.
No, he was the moron that he went to bed with him now. Fantasy was something else. Another thing is the memories of a one-time summer adventure and something completely different - replay of entertainment.
A knock sounded at the bedroom door.
"Did you bring my clothes ?!"
"No, it's not there yet."
"Then get lost!"
"But ... I need to take my. For meeting."
As for me, you can go in a bathrobe, he wanted to answer, but it crumbled in his mouth.
"Come in!" He turned sideways to the entrance.
He heard the Szwedas use the wardrobe, move the hangers in it. It took a damn long time to find the right clothes. Mokołaj felt an increasing level of irritation.
"Listen up ..." he jumped up and hit straight into Szwedas arms and his mouth drowned in a passionate kiss. Surprisingly he was not even able to defend himself.
Saturated with a kiss, Stefan released him and dazed Skrzynecki fell back on a soft mattress.
"Mikołaj, you are too sexy when you get angry" he smiled his own way. "Absolutely wonderful when you blush so much." Wait for me. Tonight I want to take you in my arms, caress, cuddle and fuck so hard that you can't get up. "
Surprised, bewildered, Skrzynecki watched as an extremely handsome man dressed in an elegant suit turns and leaves. It was only when he heard the outer door closed that he realized what had happened.
Wait? Wait for you like some longing lover? That you do not count in your expectations! I'm just waiting for my clothes and if it does not appear in an hour, I will leave this hotel in a bathrobe!
Radical solutions did not have to come about. His clothes - clean, ironed and fragrant - reached him after forty minutes. He put them on immediately and left one of the best Warsaw hotels without waiting for anything.
He cursed himself all the way home and the circumstances that led him back into the arms of the man.