Andrzej's heart hit hard, almost painfully.
'I don't have time for the flu,' he thought angrily as he had lit the last batch of waffles.
Angry at himself for bothering himself with stupid things instead of doing something useful, Andrzej prepared a tray of breakfast and carried it upstairs. He knocked, but entered without waiting for an answer. His gaze naturally turned to the bed, which was empty.
Bathroom? No, Dominik stood at the window, staring out at the sun-drenched neighborhood. Although no, he looked at him closely and felt a twinge in his heart - the actor was not looking at anything. His eyes were empty and fixed on nothingness, like the eyes of a beautiful doll.
"I brought breakfast."
Dominik's eyelids drooped heavily as if they weren't going to rise any more, and his chest rose in a silent sigh. Śliwiński turned to Andrzej with a stony expression on his face. He didn't answer, but he forced himself to move his limbs and walk over to the bed. He sat on the very edge of it.
Watching him, Andrzej tried to imagine how difficult it must be for him. If he had suffered such a humiliation… well, he wouldn't have happened to him because he is not gay. In a similar situation, he would laugh or slap the guy in the face and that would be it. If the proposal was made by a woman instead of a man, it would be more interesting. But if it was his own woman who was trying to get someone else to have sex with him, it would be a little different. He just didn't know if he would treat the situation as an aphrodisiac or whether he would actually feel betrayed.
Only Andrzej was different from Dominik and he knew it well. He was not so sensitive and emotional, he had been coping with his life for many years without having to or even being able to rely on others, while Śliwiński was completely overwhelmed and addicted by Marczak. Nowicki was used to loneliness, while Dominik desperately needed human warmth.
Andrzej sat down next to him. As in the evening, their arms were not touching, but he could feel the warmth of his body.
"Enjoy your meal," he smiled at the actor.
Nothing happened for a moment, then Dominik put the tray on the nightstand. Andrzej felt pressure on his wrist and suddenly his eyes were blocked by a pretty face with glowing eyes. Before he knew what was going on, he felt the hot touch of foreign lips against his lips and his body was upset and his back slammed against the sheets.
Surprise did not allow him to react immediately. A passionate, hungry kiss broke into the depths of his mouth, flooding his body with pleasant sensations. For a moment, Andrzej's mind was empty, allowing him to take purely physical pleasure, but finally he realized that something was completely wrong with this situation.
"Dominik, stop it!" He pushed him away, trying not to be too brutal. "Are you insane?!"
The actor was not looking at him. His face was turned and lowered, as if he wanted to hide her expression from Nowicki.
"This is not the way! To go to bed with a random person for what, for revenge?!" Irritated Andrzej raised his voice.
Dominik turned even more, as if he wanted to become invisible.
"Am I so repulsive? That is so hideous who I am?"
The questions were asked so softly that for a moment the photographer wondered what he had actually heard. When he got his meaning, he grabbed his shoulders and gave him a little shake.
"No, you are absolutely not repulsive! You are sensitive and beautiful, but you cannot treat yourself and others that way. Such casual sex will only aggravate your pain because you will feel more ... empty ..."
The last words hardly passed his throat. The actor's aquamarine eyes were immersed in salt water, shimmering with the rays of the morning light. Andrzej's lips were burning where they met Dominik's lips and the photographer's throat felt dry. The pressure in his heart reappeared, making him feel a little dizzy.
"Eat your breakfast before it cools down," he ordered, getting up and turning to the door. "I have to wash ..."
'Quick, get out of here quick and not look into those amazing eyes. Don't feel that warmth. Drink cold water and shower, preferably ice cold.'
An icy shower?
Oh hell!
Andrzej did not fully understand what actually happened? Why did one kiss make his body feel so anxious? And a kiss ... with the other man?
No matter with whom, he thought, trying to make sense of his feelings. He was just following a moment. The guy gets excited easily, it is enough to stimulate his imagination or stimulate the erogenous zones. It's quite natural for any man's body to feel stimulated upon such a passionate kiss.
Andrzej touched his still burning lips. He remembered those amazing, piercing eyes and immediately washed his face with cold tap water. That sobered him a little, but the lump in his throat still bothers him. He drank a glass of cool water and gritted his teeth.
'Or maybe I shouldn't spend so much time with him?'
Doubts started creeping up on him as he tried to calm his nerves.
As his heart beat slower, he smiled to himself and his thoughts. After all, nothing big really happened. Dominik is depressed and doesn't think straight now, so that's just how it turned out. After all, no one got hurt from some idiotic one kiss. It would be childish to let such a little thing keep him awake at night. It's best to act as if nothing has happened. It would be best for both of them.
In order not to be groundless, Nowicki started washing the dishes. Wiping his hands after clearing the last spoon, he looked at the ceiling, wondering if Dominik had finished his breakfast. His eyes were so sad when Andrzej pushed him away that the photographer suddenly felt remorse.
Nowicki gritted his teeth. Too bad, he thought, I'm not one of those people who abandon their friends. And Dominik is his friend after all.
When did this happen? They knew each other for a short time, less than a month, and they already called themselves by that name. Only that during this time more happened than among others in their entire lives. Like it or not, Andrzej knew the actor's most intimate secrets and Dominik had to trust him.
What kind of paparazzi he is, he thought sarcastically, since he kept the most compromising photos in history that would have sparked a scandal like a head of state's affair with a porn star to himself? But what kind of man would he be if he allowed them to come out and destroy someone's life?
He hoped he hadn't hurt Dominik too much.
He hadn't even realized it, and was already standing outside his bedroom door, raising his hand to knock on them. His hand hung in the air.