44 Proposition

It was...

Sparks of electricity ran from Rafał's mouth and tongue straight to his brain causing a short circuit. His brain turned out completely white and empty, but his tongue sought out Damian's tongue to entwine with it in a passionate dance.

Rafał felt Damian's arms on his back. First on his back, and then on...

“Uhm...” Brylski groaned uncomfortably and felt his consciousness begin to return. He broke the kiss and lowered his head, resting it heavily on Radosz's chest. His breathing was equally heavy.

He was dizzy. From happiness. From shame. From desperation.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

The experiment had worked.

Rafal really wanted Damian.

His heart, his mind and... his body wanted him.

“I'm sorry” he said quietly freeing himself from Radosz's embrace and having turned so that he couldn't see his face, he walked away a few steps. “Give me a moment.”

“Are you...?” Damian looked behind him surprised, shocked. He looked at Rafał's back and saw how the actor was breathing hard, how he was fighting with his emotions.

Radosz didn't really know what he wanted to say, what he wanted to ask. He wasn't even sure if what had just happened had really happened or if it was just a figment of his imagination, a fantasy caused by the strange emotions he had just felt. But could any fantasy be so juicy, so natural, so wet?

‘What exactly was that?’ wondered Damian. A moment ago he had let himself be carried away by the moment and not only allowed himself to be kissed by Rafał, but returned the kiss. His tongue and palate could still taste Brylski. Feeling his own body reacting, Radosz embraced the man and even reached out to touch his ass... He did it all completely instinctively, without a moment's thought, driven by some strong inner desire and... without feeling even a hint of resistance.

Rafał's shirt was cold, but his body was hot. The kiss was like a flame that ignites both men. A flame that causes that there, between their legs, Damian began to feel a growing passion and desire and, if he noticed correctly, he was not alone in that desire.

And yet, not more than an hour ago, Rafal had confessed to him that he was asexual!

An asexual man doesn't throw himself into a kiss, all of a sudden, just like that, on another man, unless...

Something was in the air. Maybe it was the storm, maybe the adrenaline as danger hung over them, maybe anything else. But if Damian had felt desire for Rafał a moment ago, could the situation have gone the other way too?

I guess... it could.

Two thoughts hit Damian with equal force. Both were strangely disturbing.

It seemed that for some reason, probably succumbing to the moment, Brylski had decided to test himself and him and now embarrassed he had turned his head away, so either he didn't feel anything and feels embarrassed, or... did he?

Ba bum, ba bum, ba bum....

It was the latter thought that made Radosz's heart beat harder.

‘Control yourself, even if he felt something, after all, you are both men and you are happily engaged. But if an asexual man felt something kissing you, then, then...’

That was a hell of a thing to be proud of.

“No need to apologize," Damian announced warmly. If it had been another man he probably would have been mad that he kissed him without asking, but it was Rafał. He liked Rafał from the first moments. His childlike innocence. His cheerfulness. His sincerity. And his strength. All the time Damian felt a strange need to protect him and be close to him, as close as possible...

Rafał was a man, but he was not a rival, a threat, a dominating male, he was a wonderfully kind and friendly man, who by his very presence aroused in Damian the most beautiful and pleasant sensations. Rafał was a man, there was no doubt about that, and yet...

“I don't know about you, but I felt surprisingly pleasant," Radosz added. He wasn't lying or exaggerating, he really did feel that way, which was highly... disturbing.

Brylski's back twitched.

“I don't know what came over me” he answered quietly.

Rafał's voice sounded so pathetic that Damian felt pity. No, not pity, not sympathy, but... a desire to embrace him, to hug him and to tell him that if he wanted...

Radosz swallowed his saliva.

Because actually, he himself probably wouldn't mind...

What the hell? Why does the thought of Rafał's touch, as if not looking, a man, not cause him revulsion but curiosity and... something else?

Damian should fight it, he really should, but he didn't want to.

At that moment his reason took a vacation. Only his emotions and this unusual, unbelievable, incomprehensible desire remained...

One step, another, a third...

Damian stood right behind Rafał. He touched his light, golden hair.

“If you want, if you feel like it, I'll gladly go a step further," Radosz suggested, feeling his heart beating wildly. Rafał's hair smelled of rain.

Damian had never been with a man. He had never wanted it, never thought about it, until now. There was something special about Rafał, something damn appealing. Rafał was as if he were not of this earth, as if he carried the genes of ancient elves that were captivating in their beauty and charm.

“If you want...” repeated Radosz moving his face closer to Brylski's neck. He could already smell not only the rain, but also the smell of the man - his pleasant cologne and his skin. The producer's lips were already almost touching that long, appealing neck...

“I want to,” Rafał announced and Damian's heart leapt. “But I'm afraid. I'm afraid that it will destroy the friendship that's been growing between us. I really want to be your friend, and sex...”

“Sex friend," Radosz reminded himself. He was already so excited that it would be hard for him to cool down if he didn't experience fulfillment. “Friendship every day, occasional sex. We could try something like that...”

The solution was perfect. Everyday support in many things, talks, shared beer. And when they both feel like it - a bit of fun in a very private and even more intimate mode.

“I'm sorry, but I can't” announced Rafał and moved away by half a step so that he broke the touch contact with Radosz. His voice was already a bit stronger. “It has stopped raining. Can we go back to the hotel?”

E, what happened?

Damian blinked his eyelids trying to comprehend that Rafał had really said no to him? Why had he done that? Why didn't he want to be his sex friend?

Radosz felt disappointment. Then irritation. Damn, Brylski had lit him up, given him hope of fulfillment with his sweet ‘I want’ and now he was backing away suddenly. Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Disappointment and frustration.

Why was it so disappointing to Damian that Rafał had turned him down? Was it because Radosz really did feel like having sex now? And why had Rafał refused if he said he wanted to try? Did he not feel anything after all and was just pretending so as not to offend his male pride?

Or did he feel during the kiss, just for a moment, but when he thought about the actual act, his desire suddenly went somewhere?

Yes, it was annoying as hell! It shouldn't be this way, but it was. I don't think anyone likes to be rejected.

“Of course, let's go back” Radosz said and his voice sounded strangely dry.

Rafał's shoulders twitched again, they crouched as if struck by a whip. In the blink of an eye, Brylski suddenly became an innocent, frightened lamb that was afraid of the big, bad wolf. And yet Radosz was supposed to be a herding dog for him.

Damian felt remorse. He felt really bad about that, but the thought that Brylski had rejected his proposal, offended his male pride. He turned on his heel and walked away without looking back.

There was nothing to look at.