Foreigners

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Chapter 2.


- Becoming friends -

Becoming friends -


Niko watched as Kamil left the kitchen, for some reason disappointed with the fact that he gave up so easily. He looked at Matt who smiled at him expectantly.

“Let’s go fuck now?” he asked crudely, and Niko, in his intoxicated state, just nodded his head, agreeing and then trying to show Matt the way into his room. Getting there with Matt in tow, Niko stumbled onto the bed and Matt followed him immediately, falling on top of him and almost smothering him with his weigh. He lifted himself a bit from the drunk Finn and then started to undress him hurriedly and without any consideration for Niko’s comfort.

“I don’t always give out on first meeting, am no slut,” Niko tried to explain as he felt Matt’s wet kisses on his face, then trailing down onto his chest.

“Yes baby, I know ...” Matt assured though his voice clearly indicated he didn’t care much.

Niko noticed, but just barely that Matt’s clothes seemed to vanish at some point in time and that he was flipped onto his stomach and roughly prepared. “Condom, use one ...” he then muttered; drunk or not, he always remembered about protection. He felt sleepy, so sleepy that the next thing he registered was the feeling of Matt inside him as he was penetrated. He registered the pain, an unpleasant feeling all together. He would have wanted to shove the guy off of himself, but felt too tired to do so.

Then he noticed he was lying on his back, with his legs over Matt’s shoulders and he didn’t even know when Matt changed the position. He felt tired, sore and he hoped this all was going to be over soon, wanting to just fall asleep. He heard Matt grunt and felt him sweat, the room dancing in Niko’s eyes and the noises Matt made sounding weird in his ears. Matt came quite fast, without even checking if Niko also did; Niko didn’t. When everything was over Matt lay heavily on Niko and he moved only when Niko urged him to, wanting just to go to sleep.

*P*P*

The next morning was not the most pleasant in Niko’s life; there were mornings far worse than this, when he didn’t want to get up but this … he groaned, feeling his head throb with a splitting pain, tried to lift it a bit and then groaned again, failing spectacularly. He felt as if run over by a speeding truck and he didn’t wish this feeling to even his most bitter enemies. He tried the second time, opening his eyes carefully and noticing that someone was lying next to him. And this someone – judging by the feel of it – was naked. Plus, Niko’s ass felt sore and …

Nooo! Not again … No, God … he did it again …

Turning around, Niko noticed the used condom lying on the floor, a silent witness to what happened last night. Then it all came back to him, the party, the many drinks he tasted, returning home … And then the most terrifying memory flashed in his mind, the one of behaving like a slut, in front of Kamil, no less! He … saw what they were doing in the kitchen, there was no way he would misunderstand …

Oh, fuck … Niko really wanted to die at that moment realizing that he probably royally fucked up everything; he could just as well pack his things and start looking for a new place to live, there was no way a straight guy, even as nice as Kamil, would like to live with a gay flat mate!

“Morning,” he felt the bed shift behind him and turned around just to see his … guest who boldly took Niko’s hand and guided it to his own morning hard on, then moved it over the erection, massaging it a little. “Ready for another go?”

“I have things to do,” Niko responded, taking his hand away quickly and then getting out of bed. He noticed his own state of undress and reached for the pair of boxers that were lying on the floor next to the bed. The boxers were from the last night and definitely not fresh but he wanted to cover himself. Then, even though it made him slightly nauseous, he picked up the disgusting thing from the floor and threw it into the bin that stood next to his desk.

“Maybe some other time then, give a call,” his guest told him as he stretched; Niko watched his muscular chest which made the guy smile. Then he finally got out of Niko’s bed as well, put on his clothes and left the room.

Finally, Niko thought with exasperation; he was sure the guy was never going to leave. He took out some fresh clothes from his wardrobe and decided he badly needed a shower. He truly felt like shit, his head pounding with the mother of all hangovers. After he had finished showering and was drying up, he heard the front door open and close and for a moment he thought it was his night guest, returning for some reason or other … then he heard the person going to the other room and leaving it a moment later, going into the kitchen. This had to be Kamil …

Niko felt a spike of fear; he knew he had to face Kamil sooner or later but he would prefer later …

*P*P*

Kamil woke up in not the best of moods; he noticed a CD player lying on the pillow next to him. Checking it he discovered the player switched off by itself at some point during the night. He put it away on the shelf that hung over the desk, with the small collection of his CDs. Then he remembered Niko bringing a stranger home, at three in the morning. And he was apparently going to … have sex with the guy.

Kamil sighed; he’d have to talk to Niko, about bringing strangers home. It wasn’t as if Kamil minded, he’d just prefer Niko to be more … discreet in the future. The whole situation made him feel extremely awkward, he really wasn’t accustomed to having strangers grope … whomever in his kitchen.

The fact that Niko was gay himself was a great surprise, too. Kamil didn’t expect his flat mate to have the same … preference as he did but he did catch the difference between them. While he himself grew up in a country where being gay was perceived as mortal sin, Niko must have come from a totally different environment; his openness in the matters of sex was clearly noticeable. Not that he was a slut, Kamil didn’t think of him as such … but he himself would never be this open or forward … years of living in the proverbial closet were hard to overcome, so hard that after two years of living in America none of his classmates knew he was gay. He never denied being gay but he never advertised the fact that he was one and no one really suspected him of ‘playing for the other team’ …

Kamil sighed again as he got up; he didn’t look forward to the conversation with Niko, he’d like to avoid it, he was sure it would feel awkward for the both of them. Plus, he was sure Niko was going to have a bitch of a hangover … he went to the bathroom, took a quick shower (which wasn’t a very pleasant experience, having showers in the tub never is) and returned to his room, putting on his Sunday clothes and deciding he could go to church that day. He came from a Catholic country, from a Catholic family and even if the Catholic church didn’t exactly liked gays, Kamil still felt the need to attend the church service every once in a while. He wasn’t too religious but deeply ingrained habits die hard. He left the flat quietly, hoping that the stranger would be gone when he returned.

Returning from the church Kamil left his jacket in his room and then went to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for himself and Niko, though he doubted Niko would be able to swallow something solid this morning, not after being that drunk. Or maybe he would? ‘He did say he drinks,’ Kamil mused for a while when boiling water for coffee and then brewing a cup of it for himself. Maybe he was accustomed to the after effects of drinking?

*P*P*

Niko entered the kitchen, immediately noticing the neat clothes Kamil was wearing; this only made him feel more embarrassed with his behavior last night. To him it looked as if Kamil had prepared himself for an official ‘You’re gay so get lost’ speech … Niko blushed hard, feeling a wave of shame but it didn’t escape his attention that Kamil was blushing, too.

“Hmmm … w-want coffee?” Niko’s flat mate asked, sounding shy for some reason. This alone made Niko feel a little more confident; maybe he would be able to talk Kamil out of kicking him from the flat?

“Sure,” he answered, nodding his head carefully because the pounding in his skull didn’t go away. He wasn’t sure what else he should say to Kamil; should he apologize and say it would never happen? But Niko knew he couldn’t promise that it would never happen again; he liked partying, he liked drinking and when drinking … It always seemed like a good idea, and he suspected it had a lot to do with not having a boyfriend, but ... this was not the way, he could tell it. In fact he felt like shit after the last night and the sex wasn’t even a very satisfying experience … “Um ... would you happen to have ... um ... painkillers? Um, for my head?”

“Only some aspirin,” Kamil nodded his head and pointed to the cupboard where he kept his meds and first aid kit.

Niko opened it and took out the painkillers, then took one pill and swallowed, drinking some cold water. Then Kamil asked the question Niko was so dreading. “Niko … can we talk?”

Niko instantly felt a cold shiver of fear. “Yeah,” he answered quietly. Eeep, he was going to get an earful now …

“Hm ...” Niko could see this was not easy for Kamil; he started to prepare the coffee for Niko but he managed to spill some of it on the counter. “You’re an adult and … I’m an adult …” he stammered nervously. If Niko didn’t feel nervous himself, he would smirk. “... It’s ok if you bring someone over ... but I would appreciate if you kept it ... down, a bit.”

“Um ... I’m sorry about last night ... it was ... stupid ...” Niko swallowed and nodded his head slightly.

“Won’t happen again,” he spluttered, then glanced at Kamil quickly, eyes on his neat clothes ... ‘Oh God,’ he groaned in his thoughts, ‘what he must think of me now ... he’s smart and neat and ... I bring strangers home drunk ...’

“I didn’t tell you ... not to bring anyone ... just ... keep it down ...” Kamil stammered further, as he finished preparing the coffee. Then he handed Niko the mug. “Here, let’s hope it’ll help some.”

“Thank you,” Niko answered gratefully, taking the coffee and sipping it slowly, hope returning to him again. He even managed to smile a bit, his lips twitching. “Were you out somewhere?” he asked, looking at Kamil’s clothes again, hoping to bring the conversation back to normal.

“Yeah, in church,” Kamil responded, taking a slow sip of his own coffee, “I sometimes go to church. You know, Poles are Catholics so ... it’s like my second nature sometimes. But I’m not too religious,” he laughed a little.

Niko felt as if he had a heart attack when he heard the word ‘Catholic’. For him it couldn’t get any worse, he heard that Catholics with their religiousness are strongly against homosexuals. He was living with a Catholic school boy who just last night witnessed how he ... Oh, he was the PROMISCIOUS GAY, noo ... he almost tuned out the rest of what Kamil said, too busy trying not to faint. It was a miracle that Kamil didn’t throw him out of the flat last night! He took a sudden breath, accidentally inhaling some coffee with it and started coughing.

“Hey, do be careful!” Kamil patted him on his back. “Imagine the headlines, ‘Lethal coffee prepared by a Polish student kills a Finn’,” he chuckled.

Niko coughed some more and it finally helped, he could breathe normally. He looked at Kamil sheepishly. “So … um … I think I’ll ... go sleep more, uh ...” he stood there a little awkwardly and then decided to flee to his room, leaving Kamil alone in the kitchen.

Kamil snorted, seeing his flat mate almost running into his room. Niko took it better than he had expected it; if ever Niko caught him red handed like that, Kamil was sure he wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for at least a week.

*P*P*

Monday morning found Kamil in a much better mood, even if this was the beginning of another week of school and work. Monday was not such a bad day, either; Kamil started his classes late and didn’t have to go to work so he could actually learn more. It was Tuesday that he called the day from hell, with classes starting early in the morning and then an afternoon of work in the bar. Kamil got up and went to the bathroom to take care of all the morning business; then dressed only in his favorite gray drawstring sweatpants (all his T shirts were dirty and he really needed to do the laundry) he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself and his flat mate.

While he stood in front of the fridge, trying to think of something that Niko would deem edible he went back to the happenings of the last day. Niko spent almost all day in his room, hiding from him, most probably. Kamil decided he could make scrambled eggs; this seemed international enough for Niko to stomach. He took out a few eggs and got everything ready.

The discovery that Niko was gay, just like he himself was, didn’t change a thing for Kamil. They were flat mates and this worked well so far. Why would the fact that Niko was gay change anything? They were too different from each other, Niko being an artist and a good one, judging by the pictures he showed Kamil on Saturday. Those pictures made Kamil envious a bit; he loved drawing and in the past used to dream about becoming a painter, or a comic creator. Those were silly dreams; who could support themselves by painting in his country? That’s why he chose to study Economy. He was always very good at Maths and logic and everyone told him he was bright and hard working. When he won the scholarship in America, he didn’t hesitate one minute. This was a chance of a lifetime for him as his parents were too poor to help him with the studies in Poland.

Everything ready, Kamil started preparing breakfast; he heated some butter and then cracked the eggs into the frying pan, starting to stir them, not to let them burn. He hoped Niko would eat them normally, WITHOUT ketchup, that is. Thinking of ketchup scrambled eggs made Kamil slightly sick … those two colors, red and yellow just didn’t look too well when on the plate.

*P*P*

Waking up to the sound of the alarm clock was not what Niko wanted to do that morning. He still felt somewhat bad, physically and most importantly – morally. He was ashamed of what he had done and if he could, he would avoid facing Kamil today … or better yet, for the rest of the week … he cursed his own stupidity; why did he sleep with that guy? And why did he even bring him home in the first place?! If he could, he would kick himself hard … He got up and slowly made his way into the bathroom where he emptied his bladder and took a bath, then he returned to his room where he put on fresh clothes and dried his hair as best as he could. He felt his stomach growl so he decided to check if there was anything edible in the kitchen.

The eggs were sizzling happily in the frying pan when Niko entered the kitchen following the delicious smell of food, fully dressed, with his hair still a little damp from the shower he had taken a couple of minutes earlier. He opened his mouth to say ‘Morning’ or whatever there could be said in the morning … and remained like this, staring with his eyes wide open at the sight in front of him.

Up until now he only saw Kamil in shirts, sweatshirts and sweaters that thoroughly hid his body from the plain view but now he was standing there shirtless …

‘OH MY GOD!’ he ogled the well toned chest, not too muscular, noticing a slight trail of dark hair going down to ... ‘Oh, he looks ... gorgeous!’ Niko forgot to breathe for a moment. And he was trying desperately to tear his curious eyes from the naked torso in front of him. He moistened his lips that suddenly felt dry and stood there like some idiot. ‘Noo, Niko, look away! AWAYY ... Now, stop staring! NOW!’

“Morning,” Kamil flashed him a smile when he noticed his flat mate standing at the door, then he returned to the scrambled eggs. Niko wondered if he looked as flushed as he felt. He also noticed Kamil’s good mood; it was as if his Polish flat mate was trying to keep a grin at bay. “Scrambled eggs,” he informed Niko and invited him to the table with a hand gesture. Niko sat down and after a minute he was served a plate of deliciously smelling scrambled eggs. “Just ... please, don’t add ketchup to it ...” Kamil asked him.

“Huh?” Niko managed to finally stop gaping at the naked chest AND the trail of hair and he heard Kamil say something about … eggs?

“Eat,” Kamil said with a bright smile, then sat down on the second chair and started shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth as if he hadn’t seen food for weeks.

Sitting on the opposite seat to Kamil’s, Niko felt like an idiot. He tried to focus on eating but was constantly stealing glances of his flat mate. ‘I am going straight to hell, aren’t I?’ he thought glumly. ‘Here I am lusting after this good Catholic school boy ... me the gay slut ... SLUT!’ his mind screamed as he kept playing with the food on his plate. He REALLY didn’t want to face anyone right now and he wondered how many people there were at the party. How many witnessed his … behavior?? And was he going to be labeled ... well ... the foreigner weirdo who likes to ... He wanted to hit his head against the table. ‘Okay just eat!’ he reminded himself and started eating absently, his mind filled with million questions.

He was thrown out of his reverie by Kamil standing up, going to the fridge and taking out a bottle of ketchup, then putting it in front of him. “Hope it will taste you better with ketchup.”

Niko almost opened his mouth, surprised by this. What? Oh ketchup, indeed, he took the bottle and poured some on the eggs. With a deep sigh he continued eating, the ketchup looking weird on the eggs but he guessed everything would mix up in his stomach anyway … He briefly wondered if one could eat too much ketchup and what it would be like ... to use ketchup instead of mustard on the cucumber and took a mental note to himself to try it later.
After he had finished he stood up and cleaned his plate.

“Thank you for breakfast,” he told Kamil and went to his room to collect his school stuff, trying not to look at his flat mate again. And not to think about him, either. And failing, as Kamil’s well-built body was still very much on his mind.

As he was preparing things for his classes, he heard a light knock at the door to his room. “Um, yeah?” he asked.

“Your laptop’s working now?” Kamil opened the door a little and pushed his head inside; Niko saw as he looked around curiously and wondered if his flat mate liked what he saw.

“Yes, it is actually,” he nodded his head, still feeling embarrassed and hoping he would get over it soon.
“Could I ...” Kamil hesitated and Niko noticed that at the moment his flat mate didn’t look too sure of himself, as if he was also ashamed of something. “... use it? I need to check some information and ...” he stopped again.

“Oh, yes, sure you can, no problem, let me just pop it on for you.” ‘Okay, hold on there, POP it on? Where did you learn English, Niko? POP IT ON???’ Niko rolled his eyes mentally. “Uh, I mean turn it on,” he quickly corrected himself, thinking that now he sounded even more silly. He nervously flipped the laptop on his desk, opened and turned it on, with his back towards Kamil. In his head he still heard himself, repeating his silly choice of words.

“Hmmm, Niko, could you give me a quick lesson how to use your baby? I don’t want to break it,” Kamil asked him then.

Niko glanced over his shoulder at Kamil, then nodded. “Yes, of course I can, it’s quite easy, um, what do you want to do?” he asked when his background picture came up; three cats and a furry puppy, one cat had a speech bubble over its head that said ‘I think we have a spy among us’, and the cats had suspicious looks in their eyes while the puppy was trying to look innocent, with its tongue out. Niko loved this picture. Again he took a look at Kamil. “You can sit down and I’ll show you.”

“I need to find information on the project in the net, so ... how do you use the net on the laptop?” he asked, sitting down on the chair.

“Oh, it’s easy,” Niko leaned over a bit, “Here’s the internet icon, click it and ah there you go; Google is my start page. And well, the rest is easy, just like many other computers would work and oh, the mouse is here, in laptops it can be a little tricky to use at first, if you’re used to working with a regular computer mouse.” He watched as Kamil tried to learn how to use the laptop mouse, having some problems with the pointer at the beginning but after a few attempts finally managing to click on the internet icon.

“Ok, what’s next? Any other surprises?”

“Um, not really, then just, go wherever you want, you are free to remove the history afterwards if you like ...um ... Well, I just, I’ll sketch a little so ... I- if you have some questions, just ask, ok?” he looked at the other guy, hesitantly backing off, feeling weird being so close to him now.

“Ok, thanks, Niko,” Kamil gave him a grateful smile and turned to the screen, “You’re a lifesaver again,” he quickly opened the internet and found the website with the information he needed. “Niko, do you have a piece of paper? I need to write it down.”

“Yes, sure, I always have paper,” Niko chuckled and gave him a few pages from one of his notebooks. After handing them to him, he took his sketchbook and lay on his bed on his stomach to draw, trying not to steal too many glances of his flat mate. ‘He’s a straight Catholic, Niko, forget it.’

When Kamil found the information he needed and wrote it down, he closed the internet window. “Thanks, Niko, really. I owe you one.” He left Niko’s room, returning to his own. Niko pondered; he guessed they could still get along, at least Kamil didn’t despise him utterly, and he was being nice. Niko smiled to himself as he kept drawing.

‘Maybe I should try keeping our friendship? Maybe, tonight, I could ask him to watch a movie with me? Hmmm ...’

*P*P*

Kamil came back home from the university completely exhausted. The exam he had was just as hellish as he expected it to be and other professors gave them piles of things to do. He groaned as he entered the empty kitchen. It was late and he had no strength to prepare food, he just wanted to sit back and relax. He took out one beer from the fridge. He bought it on a whim almost two weeks ago but didn’t have the occasion to drink it so far. Tonight he just needed it. And then he groaned once more; the next day was the day he hated, he had both classes and his work in the evening. He opened the beer with a ‘pssst’ and took a gulp.

Niko got home quite late, and the day was ... uh, not the greatest of the days, he did get a few of those looks ... One guy slipped him a note that had his phone number and: ‘Call me.’ Yup, it was out, he was out, and ... apparently easy. Hm, luckily not everyone knew ... yet, anyway ... he headed into the kitchen and saw Kamil there, with a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Hey,” he greeted him. “How was your day?” he inquired, putting his shopping bag on the table and taking the stuff he bought out. Cookies, apples, jam, coke, tomatoes, a bottle of new flavored ketchup that he thought he could try out ...

“Looong,” Kamil groaned again. “And tomorrow’s even longer ... sorry, I don’t have the strength to cook anything. Just eat whatever you find in the fridge.” He took another sip of beer from the bottle.

“Yeah, I though I’d treat myself; cookies, apple pieces, jam and …hm … coke ... oh and I ... I rented this one movie ... um, would you like to join me? You can share my treats, too?” Niko asked carefully, showing the movie to his flat mate, suddenly thinking that what he said might have sounded just a bit kinky.

But Kamil didn’t pay attention to his wording. The Polish student looked as if weighing pros and cons in his head. He should go to sleep early, otherwise he would be dead tired the next day but he hadn’t watched a film for a long time. Poor students don’t own TVs. He felt tempted and at last nodded his head. “Ok, just give me a couple of minutes, I need to take a quick shower and I’ll be all ready,” he smirked a little and finishing his beer, went to his room.

Niko smiled to himself, watching Kamil leave. Suddenly he could imagine the other student being his boyfriend and ... ‘No, no, stop it right there Niko!’ He put some cookies and jam on a tray and cut the apple in pieces, then filled two glasses with coke, adding some ice, wondering if Kamil liked his coke with or without it. He went into his room and turned on the computer, fixing the film ready, then turning the screen towards the bed. He sat down and waited, taking an apple piece to chew.

Kamil took a quick shower as he had said and put on the drawstring pants, again skipping the T-shirt. He really needed to do the laundry, he had only a few pairs of clean boxers left anyway ... He touched his chin; it was a bit rough with the stubble but he didn’t have to shave today. He put his glasses on and cleaned the bathroom a bit, not wanting to make Niko clean everything after him. For some reason he didn’t want his flat mate to think of him as a pig, brought up in a pigsty, even though he did hate cleaning. Then he left the bathroom, knocked at Niko’s door and got inside without waiting. “So ... what are we watching?”

‘Oh my God, does he want to kill me? He’s without a shirt AGAIN!’ Niko found himself shifting nervously, noticing how good Kamil smelled. ‘Oh God ... He’s … this is some ... Catholic evilness ... isn’t it? I don’t know … but it’s evilness ...’ “Ring 2, have you seen it?” he asked, trying not to show the nervousness he felt.

“I only have seen the first part, the Japanese version, pretty scary, this girl crawling out of the well ...” Kamil shivered slightly. Normally he was not afraid of horror movies but this one was plain creepy. He sat down on Niko’s bed, his back coming in contact with the cold wall. Nope, it wouldn’t work ... “A second, I need something,” he said as he stood up and left the room, going to his own to bring his pillow. When he came back, he put it against the wall, sitting down on the bed once more. Now it was much better! “Ok,” he gave Niko a sign. “Now I’m ready.”

“Okay,” Niko stood up to turn the film on, and before he got back onto the bed, he reached out and took the tray from the floor where he had put it earlier and placed it between himself and Kamil. Then he sat down, with his back against the wall, his knees pulled against his chest. “There’s a glass of coke for you, if you like,” he offered to Kamil who nodded and took the glass, taking a sip every once in a while. Then he became engrossed in the film though the little girl did creep him out with her hair crawling everywhere. Somewhere in the middle of the film he started wondering why he had even chosen this film; he could have some problems sleeping after it, and what if he woke up screaming like a girl?

Even though the film was pretty scary, Kamil found himself little impressed, perhaps because he was just too tired. His eyelids felt heavy like lead. Having emptied the glass, he put it on the floor beside the bed and leaned comfortably against the pillow once again, trying to watch the film but finally giving in to the temptation and closing his eyes completely ...

At some point during the second half of the film Niko glanced at Kamil and saw him ... sleeping like a baby! On his bed, the hot half naked, though Catholic Polish student, fell asleep on his bed and! Agh! What to do now? He didn’t want move him and ... he decided to continue watching the film. But he couldn’t really concentrate, even when the creepy girl was on! All he felt and heard and ... saw was HIM, there, next to himself ... sleeping. He decided to cover him with his blanket and then he took the empty tray away to the kitchen and returned to watch the film. He took his pillow and sought for a good spot, deciding to wake Kamil later, when the film was over. He turned down the volume, curled up and closed his eyes for a small moment.

*P*P*

Kamil woke up to the darkness of the room, the only light coming from the switched on laptop. His neck felt painful, bent at an awkward angle, his feet were on the floor and ... Niko was sprawled across his lap, apparently having made a pillow out of it. His hair was tickling Kamil’s stomach ... he took a deep breath, trying not to imagine anything naughty; his flat mate simply fell asleep.

‘What else was he supposed to do after I fell asleep on his bed?’

But the position he was lying in ... was really … uncomfortable one. He needed to wake him up, and let him fall asleep in a normal position, otherwise Niko would have terrible cramps. “Niko?” he shook his flat mate’s shoulder lightly with his hand. “Niko?”

“Vielä 5 minuuttia, nukuttaa,” Niko muttered quietly in Finnish, squirming a bit, apparently trying to find a better position on his ‘pillow’ and accidentally brushing against something he wasn’t supposed to brush. “Lämmin ...” he nudged it again, making Kamil scarlet in the face. “Hmmm …”

‘No to czad!’ Kamil gulped loudly; this had never happened to him before! He had never had a guy sleeping on his lap and nudging his ... “Niko?” he shook him a little stronger. “Wake up, man.”

Niko slowly opened his eyes, trying to see what was happening and then he looked up. ‘Oh GOD!’ He quickly sat up.

”Oh, I’m sorry!” He didn’t know what exactly he had done but it was probably not good ... then he realized that he had fallen asleep on Kamil. ‘Oh God, I hope I didn’t drool on him!’ “Sorry,” he bit his lip. He had this horrible feeling that whatever he was doing around Kamil, he always managed to make a complete ass of himself ...

‘Hoo, he woke up finally ...’ Kamil didn’t know what would have happened if Niko squirmed a little more on his lap ... he bit the inside of his lip. “Um, no problem,” he tried to keep his voice normal. “Sorry for falling asleep on your bed, you should have just given me a shove and told me to go to my own bed,” he muttered as he stood up and took his pillow, keeping it in front of himself. Niko’s squirming turned out to have some undesirable effect on him after all ... “Um, thanks for the film and ... good night.”

He escaped into his room, closing the door and breathing deeply.

‘Kamil, that’s only Niko, your flat mate.’

‘Yes, your gay flat mate,’ a second voice in his head spoke.

‘So what?’

‘He did look and feel good on your lap and ...’ Kamil finally slapped himself on the forehead and arranged the pillow on his bed.

‘I’m not planning to have an affair with Niko,’ he grumbled in his head. ‘He is not someone I would normally go out with.’ He had once had a boyfriend like Niko, kind of a dreamer, a free bird. He seemed so cool and ... he turned out to cheat on him. He promised himself never to get involved with someone like that. And Niko … seemed to be just like him, so free, so careless ... Kamil lay on his bed, with his arms under his head. He could admit it, Niko was physically attractive but … Kamil found that the beginning of friendship with the Finnish guy was too precious to throw it out of the window for a couple of gropes. After what seemed like an eternity, Kamil finally drifted off to sleep.

Niko watched as the door closed after Kamil and sighed. He removed his clothes and lay down under the blanket, arranging his pillow. ‘He can never want me that way, and my attraction for him will go away, I hope, he just seems like ...’ Yes, at the moment, Kamil seemed like the kind of guy that could be ... hm ... a boyfriend, a good one, and ... It had been a while since ... Niko remembered how it felt like when ... He stared at the wall in the darkness, remembering *him* and all the sweet words *he* said, whispering to his ear at nights, for that short time making Niko feel like he was ... worth so much. *He* made him believe that *he* loved him and then ...

It was still too painful to remember; *he* was the true reason why Niko wanted to escape, as far as he could to get free from the memories. Remembering how happy one was hurts the most, and it hurt him so much because it was a lie, just a lie, nothing but a lie ...

TBC ...

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