Chapter 125 - And How Can You Be A Blackmailer?

"Dominik, I ..."

"Please…" It was a groan, desperate and hot. Andrzej felt Śliwiński's fingers clenching desperately on his shirt. Wonderful eyes looked at him with such plea that it was impossible to refuse.

"How can I be sure that you will not change your mind ...?"

"I'll never lie to you or cheat on you. I love you. That's why ... that's why..."

His breathing was heavy, desperate. Dominik could be terribly stubborn, and he probably would never have allowed himself to beg him like that if he hadn't encouraged himself with alcohol. The actor hardly ever drank except for occasional toasts, so the mere fact that he had consumed more alcohol at the party today was disturbing. The last days when they fought each other over the script must have been harder for him than Andrzej could have expected. It wasn't just a lack of sex. What exactly, Nowicki could not say, but since Dominik goes so far, it would be cruel to keep him at bay.

Cruelty to both of them.

Andrzej snorted. And so much of his willpower. So much for his blackmail for the actor's sake.

He hugged Dominik and kissed the tip of his nose. Śliwiński's eyes widened with surprise and joy. His face lit up with the most charming smile that could light it. He looked as happy as if his life's dream had come true.

The actor climbed on his toes and kissed Andrzej strongly, hotly, as if this kiss was to satisfy both of them for those days of abstinence.

I love him, thought Andrzej, allowing himself to release his own tension and desires. He kissed him back with equal passion. They wanted each other, that could not be denied. They wanted each other so much that they did not wait to reach the bedroom. Already in the living room, they began to take off each other's clothes. Jackets, ties, belts landed wherever they could. There was no time to see where. Their lips remained pressed together, their tongues twisted madly, and their hands searched desperately for nakedness.

Nowicki pushed. He wanted to make love to Dominik in a warm, comfortable bed, so he wanted to find himself in his bedroom as soon as possible. The actor stepped back, recognizing his intentions. He took the distance wrong. He stumbled over the step and fell backward. His buttocks hit the step hard, radiating pain from his tailbone. He continued to fall on his back, on his head, but Andrzej's strong arms gripped him tightly and shielded him from the impact.

"Are you all right?" Nowicki was concerned.

"Yes. And you?"

Andrzej looked down at him. Their eyes examined each other for several heartbeats, assessing the damage caused by the fall. There were none other than a slight bewilderment. Dominik's white shirt parted to reveal his slim, shapely chest and stomach. The pants no longer had the belt in them, but they were still buttoned. Under the closed strut there was a clear ledge - attractive, so appetizing that Nowicki could not wait any longer. With a quick movement, he pulled out Dominik's hard penis and took it deep into his mouth.

"Oh, Andrzej!"

The photographer did not react. He knew he had surprised his lover. They almost always made love in Śliwiński's bedroom. A couple of times on the couch, but it was a quickie back then. They never did it anywhere else. Andrzej himself did not want it for the sake of Dominik. He couldn't risk some paparazzi taking compromising photos of them. Today, however, he wanted him so much that he would not be able to stay in the bedroom. Not when in front of his eyes he had irrefutable proof of how much he excited the other man.

Śliwiński was delighted. His sweet moans vibrated with excitement and pleasure in the air. His penis was stiff and responsive to the caress. The actor's fingers got tangled in Nowicki's hair. The touch of those tiny but strong hands made Andrzej become even more excited. With a quick movement, he pulled the pants and underwear from Dominik's buttocks and lowered his tongue into the cavity between them.

Śliwiński stiffened with a sweet, tickling ear groan. They hadn't had sex for a few days, so Andrzej's tongue met more resistance than usual, but it was even more exciting. Nowicki had irrefutable proof that Dominik's devotion was total - despite the days of restraint on Andrzej's part, he did not go to anyone else, he remained faithful to him.

Andrzej was unable to stop caressing and licking him, although he felt more and more tension between his legs. It would be wonderful if his penis was in a warm mouth, or at least touched, but the stairs were not the best to change position and both hands of the photographer were occupied with the actor.

"Oh, Andrzej, take me now" his lover moaned under him.

"You're not ready. It will hurt you."

"I can take it. Please…"

Nowicki felt a conflict. He wanted to enter Dominik as soon as possible, break into him and let himself be wrapped in a heated interior, but if he did now, his lover would feel discomfort. He didn't want this. He couldn't hurt Dominik.

"Do not torment me ... Andrzej ..."

Nowicki's heart hit harder. Does his lover want the union as much as he does?

Andrzej took his penis. He was not fully erect yet, but enough to punch Dominik. He will do the rest in its damp, soft interior. He put his head against the entrance and pressed.

"Ooooh ..." the actor groaned tensing his body.

"If it hurts, tell me" Nowicki ordered, going a centimeter further. "Will you tell?"

"Yes, yes!"

Gently at first, Andrzej told himself, moving very gently.

Dominik was tight, so tight that Nowicki was reluctant not to go too far too quickly. He looked into his lover's face, trying to read the signs of discomfort in it. Śliwiński bit his lower lip, but his face expressed only pleasure and excitement.

He's mine, thought Andrzej. That expression, those sparkling eyes and passionate lips can be only mine.

He pushed harder, extracting a sweet moan from Dominik. The boy smiled happily and fixed his eyes on Andrzej - passionate, fiery and hungry. Beautiful, like Dominik himself. Trapped in this gaze, Andrzej could not tear himself away from it. He continued to move his hips until he felt his lover become looser. Then he could accelerate. Every more violent movement was carved on Dominik's face with a grimace of ecstasy. This look carved into Andrzej's heart like he did in the body of a lover.

"I love you" Nowicki snapped. Śliwiński's eyes filled with tears, but his lips remained wonderfully smiling. His arms stretched out and hugged the photographer's neck, drawing him towards him.

"I'm so happy" Dominik confessed, bringing his mouth close to his ear.

***

Andrzej woke up in a familiar bed - not his own, but he spent more time in it than his own. He rolled over to see his lover, but there was a blank space in front of his eyes. Dominik must be in the bathroom, he thought, and lifted his head a little, but didn't see the light shining from it. Then he must have gone down to the kitchen to get some water.

He rolled over on his back and put his hands under his head. He was tired, but he didn't feel like sleeping. After he took Dominik up the stairs, the fun wasn't over. They were both too hungry for each other to stop there. They made it to the bedroom and… well, they indulged in the pleasures of the body again. Those few days of abstinence meant that they had enough only when they collapsed from the effort into the rumpled sheets. They didn't even have the strength to get up and wash. They just fell asleep.

Dominik did not come back for a long time. Andrzej decided that he must have put the water on for tea.

The stained sheets began to tease Nowicki's body, so he got up and took it off. Dominik, Little Mr. Perfect, always had at least two clean shifts in stock and Andrzej knew why. He rolled up the stained one, but before putting on a new one, he decided to take a shower himself. His bathroom was across the hall, miles too far for someone who had had some strenuous conditioning exercises a little earlier than having sex with Dominik, so he took advantage of this lover. It was not the first time. The hot water cleared him, but he made him feel lazy. He finished in a few minutes and wrapped a towel around his waist.

His lover did not return to the bedroom. Or maybe he was here, only saw that Andrzej was taking a shower and left? Nowicki put on new bedding and took the old one to take it to the laundry.

There was a light on in the living room. Going down the stairs, the photographer saw Dominik sitting on the couch, in a bathrobe and with a mug of coffee. He was holding something on his tucked legs and he watched it carefully. A few steps down, Andrzej saw Dominik twist the typescript.

Was he reading the script?

Śliwiński was focused, but his face expressed nothing more. There was no amusement, no tension of anticipation, no surprise at the twist. It is as if the text did not evoke the same impressions as in Nowicki and Marczak.

"It's a good scenario" Andrzej shuddered hearing Śliwiński's voice. The actor put down the typescript and looked directly at the photographer. "Very good. But I won't play in it anyway."