He was at the “Paradise”, he already had a few drinks, the last one he could remember was a cocktail cherry and he could still taste the cherry through the sour taste of alcohol.
“You’re awake, finally…”
“Bo…Boris? What am I doing at your place?”
“Sorry for not having let you sleep on the parking of the “Paradise”, next time I’ll stick with my first thought and walk away. What were you trying to do?”
Mel tried to remember. Some confused images came to his mind. The image of Himself entering the door of his flat, and Kevin kissing with Nora. His knuckles reaching Kevin’s nose. The race with his motorbike to the “Paradise”. The first drink, possibly a Martini, followed by how many? He couldn’t remember precisely.
“Sorry…” he moaned towards Boris “…and thanks”
Boris, disappeared for a while coming back with a mug full of coffee.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“the reason why you were trying to drink the whole “Paradise” stock in one nigh?”
“drop it”
“As you wish”
Boris didn’t change since the last time he had seen him, and he didn’t loose the habit of taking him out of troubles. Mel felt annoyed for a moment. He always acted like a big brother, minding his business and giving him lectures with the cocky attitude of an old son of a bitch.
“I’ll drive you home” said Boris standing up “than you can take a shower and sleep in your own bed for a couple of hours before going to work”
Last thing Mel wanted was to go back home and get to see that bastard of Kevin making up excuses.
“Can I stay? Just for tonight?” he hated to ask, but being lectured from Boris was not so bad compared to what was expecting him at home.
“Alright than, but I am not going to give you my bed. You’ll sleep on the couch and you have to get out of here as soon as possible ok?”
“If you don’t want me to stay you don’t have to force yourself” Mel got irritated all of a sudden. He stood up
“I’ll be fine” he said grabbing the leather jacket from a chair and he headed to the door.
Boris reached it first and he went standing in front of it. He closed his eyes and Mel could see his troubled expression through the light beam of a street lantern hitting his face.
“I want you to stay” he said roughly.
Mel dropped his jacket. What was that? He expected Boris to scold him or to open the door for him. What was that just now?
Last time they had seen each other it was during a New Year party two years before. They were both quite drunk but, unlike Mel, Boris was still able to step and use his brain quite sharply.
After the party Boris had taken Mel to his apartment.
Mel could still remember it.
Boris carrying him in his car.
Himself vomiting on the edge of the street.
Boris undressing him and laying him in his bed.
Himself pulling Boris towards him.
A kiss. Boris touching him, himself kissing Boris chest and his hands going down and unzipping his trousers.
Boris suddenly going away from him.
“You are too drunk; you’re going to regret this”
That had been the last sentence he heard from him until that nigh.
“So, now I am not too drunk for you anymore?”
Boris shook his head. “You didn’t forget. I didn’t mean to hurt you or to reject you back than Mel. It was just not the right moment”
“And it is tonight…”
“I didn’t say that.”
Mel picked up his jacket on the floor “Let me go!” he tried to move Boris from the door but the man took his arm and he pulled him towards himself.
Mel felt his legs becoming weak but he tried to resist by sulking.
“You are such a jerk! Why didn’t you ever look for me?”
“Why didn’t you do it?”
Boris lifted him on his shoulder and Mel laughed pretending to be annoyed.
“Let me go old perv…”
Mel fell on the bed. Boris room was still the same: the wall painted in red, the big bed, with those cheap flowery sheets, the smell of wet coming from the ceiling.
Boris took away his shirt his grey eyes hooked into Mel’s green ones.
Mel was paralyzed, how much did he want that? He felt dizzy, aroused…lost.
Boris undressed him kissing him gently at first but Mel felt he was loosing control and he pushed him on the bed.
He wanted to taste every single inch of his body and this time Boris was not going to stop him.
Boris didn’t make a noise; he only felt his muscles tensing under his lips.
When Mel’s mouth reached his erection Boris whispered a moan
“M-Mel, don’t teas…”
“I am getting crazy already, why don’t you just take me now?” Mel was not able to flirt. His thoughts and his feelings were much to complicating to be put into romance.
He needed to feel him.
Boris stood on his knees, grabbed Mel’s waist and he turned him pushing his head on the pillow. He caressed his back clinging on him and he pushed himself inside him, slowly.
Mel’s eyes filled with tears. He bit the pillow, his body shivered.
Boris moans made him crazy. Mel closed his eyes and he listened to the voice of Boris whispering his name while the rhythm of his flesh pushing into him made his tension grow.
Boris hand grabbed Mel’s erection and began moving faster. The sound of their heavy breaths made their excitement grow to the climax when they both fell on the bed exhausted.
Boris squeezed Mel in his arms.
Mel giggled.
“You smell of cherry…” said Boris.
“I actually smell of you now, and I like it. Can I sleep here, or you want me to go on the couch?”
“What do you think, idiot…”
“I think I don’t feel like sleeping”
He gave Boris another cherry kiss and he disappeared under the sheets.
“You’re awake, finally…”
“Bo…Boris? What am I doing at your place?”
“Sorry for not having let you sleep on the parking of the “Paradise”, next time I’ll stick with my first thought and walk away. What were you trying to do?”
Mel tried to remember. Some confused images came to his mind. The image of Himself entering the door of his flat, and Kevin kissing with Nora. His knuckles reaching Kevin’s nose. The race with his motorbike to the “Paradise”. The first drink, possibly a Martini, followed by how many? He couldn’t remember precisely.
“Sorry…” he moaned towards Boris “…and thanks”
Boris, disappeared for a while coming back with a mug full of coffee.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?”
“the reason why you were trying to drink the whole “Paradise” stock in one nigh?”
“drop it”
“As you wish”
Boris didn’t change since the last time he had seen him, and he didn’t loose the habit of taking him out of troubles. Mel felt annoyed for a moment. He always acted like a big brother, minding his business and giving him lectures with the cocky attitude of an old son of a bitch.
“I’ll drive you home” said Boris standing up “than you can take a shower and sleep in your own bed for a couple of hours before going to work”
Last thing Mel wanted was to go back home and get to see that bastard of Kevin making up excuses.
“Can I stay? Just for tonight?” he hated to ask, but being lectured from Boris was not so bad compared to what was expecting him at home.
“Alright than, but I am not going to give you my bed. You’ll sleep on the couch and you have to get out of here as soon as possible ok?”
“If you don’t want me to stay you don’t have to force yourself” Mel got irritated all of a sudden. He stood up
“I’ll be fine” he said grabbing the leather jacket from a chair and he headed to the door.
Boris reached it first and he went standing in front of it. He closed his eyes and Mel could see his troubled expression through the light beam of a street lantern hitting his face.
“I want you to stay” he said roughly.
Mel dropped his jacket. What was that? He expected Boris to scold him or to open the door for him. What was that just now?
Last time they had seen each other it was during a New Year party two years before. They were both quite drunk but, unlike Mel, Boris was still able to step and use his brain quite sharply.
After the party Boris had taken Mel to his apartment.
Mel could still remember it.
Boris carrying him in his car.
Himself vomiting on the edge of the street.
Boris undressing him and laying him in his bed.
Himself pulling Boris towards him.
A kiss. Boris touching him, himself kissing Boris chest and his hands going down and unzipping his trousers.
Boris suddenly going away from him.
“You are too drunk; you’re going to regret this”
That had been the last sentence he heard from him until that nigh.
“So, now I am not too drunk for you anymore?”
Boris shook his head. “You didn’t forget. I didn’t mean to hurt you or to reject you back than Mel. It was just not the right moment”
“And it is tonight…”
“I didn’t say that.”
Mel picked up his jacket on the floor “Let me go!” he tried to move Boris from the door but the man took his arm and he pulled him towards himself.
Mel felt his legs becoming weak but he tried to resist by sulking.
“You are such a jerk! Why didn’t you ever look for me?”
“Why didn’t you do it?”
Boris lifted him on his shoulder and Mel laughed pretending to be annoyed.
“Let me go old perv…”
Mel fell on the bed. Boris room was still the same: the wall painted in red, the big bed, with those cheap flowery sheets, the smell of wet coming from the ceiling.
Boris took away his shirt his grey eyes hooked into Mel’s green ones.
Mel was paralyzed, how much did he want that? He felt dizzy, aroused…lost.
Boris undressed him kissing him gently at first but Mel felt he was loosing control and he pushed him on the bed.
He wanted to taste every single inch of his body and this time Boris was not going to stop him.
Boris didn’t make a noise; he only felt his muscles tensing under his lips.
When Mel’s mouth reached his erection Boris whispered a moan
“M-Mel, don’t teas…”
“I am getting crazy already, why don’t you just take me now?” Mel was not able to flirt. His thoughts and his feelings were much to complicating to be put into romance.
He needed to feel him.
Boris stood on his knees, grabbed Mel’s waist and he turned him pushing his head on the pillow. He caressed his back clinging on him and he pushed himself inside him, slowly.
Mel’s eyes filled with tears. He bit the pillow, his body shivered.
Boris moans made him crazy. Mel closed his eyes and he listened to the voice of Boris whispering his name while the rhythm of his flesh pushing into him made his tension grow.
Boris hand grabbed Mel’s erection and began moving faster. The sound of their heavy breaths made their excitement grow to the climax when they both fell on the bed exhausted.
Boris squeezed Mel in his arms.
Mel giggled.
“You smell of cherry…” said Boris.
“I actually smell of you now, and I like it. Can I sleep here, or you want me to go on the couch?”
“What do you think, idiot…”
“I think I don’t feel like sleeping”
He gave Boris another cherry kiss and he disappeared under the sheets.
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