Breakfast Served

Mikołaj woke up tired but relaxed. The light in the room was gray autumn morning. The man with whom he spent that night slept peacefully.

I've never seen him in this situation, he thought. When they slept together after the first time, Stefan was already on his feet when Mikołaj woke up. It was exactly the same with the second one. Now the matter was different and Skrzynecki looked curiously at the face of his lover.

That face was really pretty. Masculine, but with proportionate, noble features. Even with eyes closed, face looked wonderful, although it was those warm gray iris that had the most charm.

Stefan really slept deeply. He breathed calmly. He must have been very tired, since after Mikołaj had almost fallen out of exhaustion after sex, he had not yet woken up. Nothing unusual. He worked really hard to complete all aspects of the new offer, and Skrzynecki knew that at the same time he was discussing with the promotion department a new advertising campaign. He really was extraordinary that his skills and mind were able to delight in such different areas. He was a real champion.

But now he looked innocent and gentle, as if he had missed a few worries and years.

Mikołaj decided that Stefan is a surprising man who hides many secrets. He seemed open and honest, but he didn't really know anything about him. Almost nothing, he corrected quickly. He grew up in Warsaw, but as a teenager went to his father to the States. Apparently he had no family. That would be enough when it comes to his private life. Mikołaj suddenly felt a desire to learn more. He was grateful to this man for all the pleasures he provided him. That is why he wanted to get to know him better and use this knowledge for mutual benefits.

Feeling the call of nature, he pull of the sheets and noticed that he had no signs of yesterday's fun. Did the lover take care of him when exhausted he fell asleep?

It was so ...

Mikołaj couldn't find the words. He only smiled and leaned over Stefan's sleeping face. He kissed his lips gently.

"Um, I like it," he heard suddenly and felt a strong, though semi-sleepy embrace.

Skrzynecki panicked, as if caught in shame.

"Hey, well, don't overdo it ..."

His words died blocked by the passion of Szwedas mouth. He gave himself softly to the caress for a moment, but when he felt the grip weakening, he slipped from his arms.

"Stay," Stefan asked softly. Seeing his soft look, Mikołaj felt a strange twinge in his heart.

"Don't be so greedy."

"How can I not be like that when I see your naked body?"

Skrzynecki wanted to reach for his bathrobe for a moment, but he thought that such shame after what he had allowed the lover to do to him is a bit false. How could he pretend to be prudish when he invited a guy to his apartment for only one indecent purpose?

In addition, he enjoyed the fact that his elastic, well-groomed body acts erotically on a man who was considered (not unjustifiably) beauty.

"This body has needs other than sex," he said as he left.

He knew that the Szwedas was watching him. He felt his lustful gaze upon him and the excitement awakening in him again.

He used the toilet, took a cold shower and with wet hair, but for the convenience of wrapped a towel around his waist, appeared in his bedroom. Stefan was still lying in the bed, smiling dreamily.

"You're not going to spend the whole day in bed, are you?" Mikołaj asked.

"What? You want to drive me out of it? It's Saturday."

"You can stay there. I don't just like crumbs in the sheets. They scratch."

"Right," he agreed, "but it's still too early for bread. I'd prefer a piece of your sausage."

"I thought you were a classy guy," snorted Mikołaj. "And such cheap jokes here. Well, well."

"Who said I was kidding?" He smiled back.

He is impossible, Mikołaj shook his head still feeling amusement. Just like a little boy.

Although not exactly, he corrected immediately. At work and during sex Stefan is extremely masculine. It captivated him. This infantile joke only revealed a little bit of his other, more relaxed face.

Does this mean that he feels at ease with him?

"I'm seriously hungry," he said, "and I'm going to make breakfast." I can do it for two if you risk it. I just ... I don't have any sausages. "

"Doesn't matter. I also like eggs."

"Fried or cooked?"

"Boiled. Hard boiled."

The Szwedas still did not move from the bed and gave the impression that he wanted to grow up to him. He made himself comfortable with a lazy, dreamy expression, said goodbye to the departing Skrzynecki.

Mikołaj set the kettle and the eggs. He took out a vacuum-packed packet of sausages, which he had supplied two days earlier.

"Will you drink coffee or tea?" He called to the bedroom.

"Coffee," he heard right next to him. He jerked in surprise.

"Damn, don't sneak up like this."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," said Szwedas mouth, but his eyes said something else - gray, seductively beautiful eyes full of amusement.

"Be careful or I will believe you."

"Well, maybe a little ..." he admitted without a trace of remorse.

Stefan was wearing suit pants and an unbuttoned shirt.

"I thought you didn't want to get out of bed, stay in it all day."

"No fun without you."

Mikołaj blushed to the ears. He was wearing only a towel that girded his hips but the Szwedas in his nonchalantly unbuttoned shirt looked more erotic than without her. He could not get an immediate retort. He felt the man's eyes on him and knew that he was desired.

"Can I ask you a personal question? Very personal?"

"Ask."

"So, hmm ... Why men?"

"I don't really know," he confessed. "I've thought about it a lot, but it seems that I come to different conclusions every time. It probably depends on the partner I'm currently with and how our relations are shaped. I would like to say that the relationships between two guys are emotionally simpler, that's why I choose them, but that's not true."

"Are not?"

"They're similar to hetero relationships. I think so."

"So it's mainly about sex?"

"Hmm, not really either. Let's take our first meeting, for example. I picked you up not only because of your body."

"No?"

"I knew it would be a one-time adventure. For one night I could pick up anyone. But you were ... how to put it ... You had a certain spark within you that made you an interesting person. Now I know you are even more interesting."

"Well, I wouldn't say."

"False modesty. You know your value."

Do I know? What value does he talk about?

He couldn't ask, however. It was too embarrassing.

The eggs have boiled. Mikołaj flooded them with cold water.

"You know, you're quite talkative," he said without looking at the Szwedas.

"You don't like it?"

"I didn't say that. Only at work you give the impression of ... a bit different."

"Really? I thought I was talking a lot."

"Yes, just ... The way you speak now is kind of truer. Freer. I mean, I'm not saying that you are embarrassed when you have a conversation at work, quite the opposite ...

"But those words don't matter. Simple social conversations?"

"Yes."

"I can't help it," he shrugged. "Such work to charm people. Motivate them, encourage them to give everything for you and the project. Show that they are valuable. But we are not at work now. Which one of me do you like more?"

"I think ... this one. Now."

"Wah, what honesty."

Mikołaj set a ready breakfast on the table and took the opposite seat.

"I only repay the same. And I? I'm different in private and at work?"

"A bit. You have the same honest, cheerful approach to people, but at work you are more tense, more responsible. In private you allow yourself to take it easy. You show a face that you would never dare to show in the company."

It's a fact. If Mikołaj confessed that he allowed the guy to fuck him, he would be finished.

"Don't worry," the Szwedas smiled and touched his cheek across the table. "This face is too beautiful to share with someone else. It's only mine. "

His eyes were sincere, passionate and warm. Their brilliance alone would be enough for Mikołaj to feel a blood beat. When it came to the caressing touch of a strong hand, he clearly felt movement under the towel.

"You'd better not do that," he said softly.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to take me here and now."

"I see no contraindications," the Szwedas leaned forward and kissed his lips. "Aren't you too sore?"

"I'm too excited."

Stefan stood up. His lips dug into Skrzynecki's lips again - imperiously, passionately, wet. Skrzynecki sighed. He felt a pinch on his nipple - not too painful, but surprising. Irritating, pleasant.

Once again he thought that what he does with Stefan is pure insanity. Like two animals, they let themselves be carried away by primal instincts. It doesn't matter if they don't go out together, it doesn't even matter that they are of the same sex. The chemistry between them and the bizarre magnetism meant that reason was lost somewhere.

But could he be sure? Reason knew that what they were doing was indecent. He analyzed the situation, all pros and cons of such indulgence, and made a choice.

Or he just ignored it.

Mikołaj was still sitting in the kitchen chair. He felt Stefan unfasten his towel. The material fell away revealing his elevated manhood. The lover slid to the ground and kneeling in front of him took him to his mouth.

Pleasure hit Mikołaj 's body and mind. He knew he was going to have another session full of passionate elation. And he was very, very happy about it.

He was growing obscenely fast in Stefan's mouth. If it goes on like this, in a moment it will shake with a shiver of pleasure, and he himself ...

He did not manage to warn the Szwedas, but this did not seem to bother him. He sucked all the sperm professionally, and as soon as he licked his penis to the end he went to his testicles, which he took in his mouth with equal greed.

For all his lovers, Mikołaj never met a woman who alone would give him pleasure with such commitment and passion.

Finally Stefan pulled his head away from his crotch and looked at him with half malicious satisfaction.

"Uh, that was good. I told you I wanted a sausage. And eggs. And I got a mayo to."

Skrzynecki looked at him for a moment in amazement. How is it possible that Stefan can turn people around so much that it always turns his way?