Foreigners

Hello again and sorry for a rather late update, mea culpa *teeta making repentant gestures* and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter ^__^


-Chapter 4-


Questions without answers.



Returning home took Niko and Kamil shorter time than they would like to, confusion swirling in their heads; both of them felt the need to really think deeply of what had happened between them. Had anything happened at all or was it just a part of the set-up?

Entering the apartment, Niko smiled at Kamil. “Thank you for your help,” he managed to say with a normal voice despite the fact that this was not what he wanted to say.

“No problem,” Kamil answered, a little bit distracted by his own thoughts that were straying into the area they shouldn’t stray at all. This was his friend! “Let's hope he got his clue,” he finished with a small, reassuring smile.

“Yeah, he'd be pretty dumb if he didn't ... Um well he's ... ugh, I have no idea what I was thinking that night when I ...” Niko responded, his face getting redder and redder as he unsuccessfully tried to explain what he meant. Now even thinking about Matt … made him nauseous. “Despite the circumstances, I had fun tonight,” he added, nodding firmly, then started to take off his jacket and shoes. “Mind if I use the shower first?”

“No, not at all,” Kamil clearly looked as if he was thinking deeply about something and Niko felt unsure. Was he thinking of the humiliation he had to go through in the club? Was he angry with Niko for his stupid one night stand with Matt? Kamil didn’t say anything else, just disappeared into the kitchen after having taken off his shoes and leaving his own jacket on the coat hanger. Niko sighed loudly; his flat mate wasn’t easy to read at all. And Niko would give a lot to know what exactly Kamil was thinking of so deeply.

In the bathroom Niko undressed and got into the tub, starting to wash himself thoroughly. The hot water felt good against his skin but he barely noticed it, drowned in his thoughts. Kamil, that was what was in his head; he knew his crush on this Polish student was growing and he wished badly, really badly that his flat mate felt for him the same way he did. And at the same time he knew he didn’t stand a chance. It was hard to admit to himself that he probably meant nothing to Kamil, that he was no more than a friend. It was even harder after this evening; he came to his rescue and had offered his help the previous night and … felt so good against Niko when they danced on the dance floor in the club, when he touched Niko, when his breath was warming the sensitive skin of Niko’s nape.

‘Stop it, Niko, stop dreaming! It was just a set-up, it was all that there was to him!’ Niko berated himself in his head, finishing the bath and putting on a white, fluffy bathrobe. Then he decided to go into the kitchen and … what exactly did he want to do there?

When Kamil entered the small kitchen, he automatically put the kettle on the cooker, then sat down on one of the chairs and hid his face in his hands. This evening was so damn confusing to him! He could only think of what he felt when holding Niko against him, of how good he smelled, how … close he himself was to being aroused, really, uncomfortably close!

‘God, the last thing I need now is to become involved with my flat mate. He has had enough of unwanted attention from the groper, he needs to be left alone, to get over the meaningless, casual sex ...’ he tried to reason out in his head but his body seemed to laugh at this. Even thinking now about Niko left him half hard already and …

Water boiled. Thoughtlessly, Kamil just turned off gas and left the kettle on the cooker, too deep in his own world where he was still dancing with Niko. His little day dream was interrupted by Niko entering the kitchen in a white bathrobe – and probably nothing else under it, Kamil remarked in his head, swallowing heavily.

“Would you like some tea?” Niko asked, reaching for the kettle and almost scalding his hand with it.

“Be careful, the water boiled a few minutes ago,” Kamil muttered. “And yes, please.” He followed Niko’s graceful movements with his eyes, trying to control his own rebellious body.

‘Damn! I was aroused many times by watching guys and I learnt to deal with unwanted erections but seeing Niko in this bathrobe, knowing he is naked under it …uhh … I’m NOT into casual sex, have never been! Why now? Why so suddenly?’ Kamil rubbed his face tiredly when Niko’s bending a little cause stirring in his groin. He sighed. ‘Just great!’

“With lemon?” Niko asked him again, taking out two tea bags out of the box and putting them into the mugs, then pouring the once again boiling water into them. He smiled proudly, remembering how Kamil liked his tea fixed.

“Yes, please,” Kamil answered hoarsely, surprised with the sound of his own voice, so uncharacteristic of him, so full of … uhhh …

“Are you alright?” Niko asked a bit unsure; Kamil had this funny expression on his face and his voice was a little bit husky. Maybe he drank too much? He said he was not accustomed to alcohol. Though … Niko still didn’t think this was the real cause.

“Yes,” Kamil replied, his voice still hoarse. He cleared his throat, trying to pretend that THIS was the real reason for his strange voice and not … those little, enticing images he kept having all the time while Niko was happily moving around the kitchen in this damn, more revealing than hiding bathrobe!

“Ok,” Niko said carefully, putting a slice of lemon into Kamil’s mug. He also added two teaspoons of sugar and set the mug in front of him. Kamil thanked him with a small nod and after stirring the tea and squeezing the juice out of the lemon with the teaspoon, started to slowly sip the hot drink.

Niko himself became used to having his tea with lemon but he prepared it a bit differently. Instead of letting the slice float in the drink, he dipped it a few times and then squeezed with his fingers, allowing the juice to drip into the tea. Then he nipped at the remains of the fruit, sucking the juice. “I love lemon,” he explained seeing Kamil goggle a little and licked his lips.

‘You devil …’ Kamil thought to himself, watching entranced as Niko continued sucking on the remnants of the lemon slice and then licking his fingers clean.

“Now they’re not sticky,” Niko explained as he took the sip of his tea.

Kamil swallowed heavily; he heard Niko speak but the meaning didn’t reach the lonesome brain cell that was left in his skull after the show Niko had put on. He desperately wanted … no, NEEDED to leave the kitchen, before Niko could see his very prominent erection.

‘Is he doing it on purpose?’ he thought desperately. He felt as if something in him was about to snap; he wanted to return to his room, to … deal with his problem and have it over with. This was all Niko’s fault, that sucking on his fingers did it. He took a sip of his tea, not even taking the notice of its taste or the fact that it was still quite hot, all the time seeing in his imagination the visions of what they could both do … ‘No!’

Niko noticed how oddly quiet Kamil had been for some time and he immediately felt guilty. He forced his friend into a situation no straight guy would ever want to be in. “It felt odd to you, didn’t it?” he asked carefully.

Kamil took a moment before he chose to respond with a small shake of his head. He knew he should say ‘yes’ and leave the things as they were but he despised lies so with the shake of his head came a quiet, “No.”

“No?” Niko was surprised; he thought that Kamil had an evening of mental torture and now he said ‘no’? “I'm glad then,” he replied once again very carefully, still not sure what to think about Kamil’s words. “I thought that ... hm, that you hated every second and that you were just so darn good at acting the part …” he straightened his arms and the robe which he tied a bit loosely, opened, revealing his torso. “Ups, sorry,” he reached for the belt to tie it more tightly around his waist.

Kamil watched avidly as the white fluffy fabric slid down Niko’s shoulders and then arms and when Niko was trying to fix it, this something in him snapped finally. And his brain switched off, too, apparently because the next thing he noticed about himself was that he was kneeling in front of Niko, with his hands on the other’s knees.

Niko was also taken aback with this turn of events; just a moment ago Kamil was quietly sitting on his chair, sipping his tea and now he was … ‘How much did I drink anyway?’ he questioned himself in his head. Was it him or were Kamil’s hands … here, touching him and even though it was his knees that he was touching, it was a willing touch! “Uhhuh?” was the only thing he managed to utter, his eyes first locking with Kamil’s brown ones, hidden behind those glasses of his and the sliding down to the hands that were resting on his knees. He was afraid to say anything, not to scare Kamil away, not to blurt out anything that was currently filling his thoughts.

When Niko produced this … sound … Kamil looked up, catching the glimpse of sparkling green irises before Niko chose to break the visual contact and instead looked at his hands. Hands that were resting on Niko’s knees but now were squeezing them more and more tightly. Hands that could …

Kamil reached for the fabric of Niko’s bathrobe where it was falling open, revealing the other’s chest. He felt the soft roughness of it, and he pulled Niko forward, closer to himself, so close that their lips were just inches apart, no more. He flicked his gaze over the lips that were now tempting him with the promise of a kiss.

Niko felt his heart beat madly when Kamil started pulling him closer; it was getting harder for him to breathe, harder to control his own hands that wanted to touch Kamil so bad, though he was still hesitating. What if this was just a dream? What if Kamil moved away, pushed him away? Being inches away from the lips he wanted to kiss, he felt the other’s breathing and shivered visibly from want, allowing himself to be pulled closer still until their noses came in contact, rubbing against each other.

This unexpected movement made Kamil shift, the only outcome of this being a brief kiss, a touch of two pairs of lips, lasting a couple of seconds maybe but having electrifying effects on both of them. Yet Kamil withdrew, this being too new to him, too … and he looked up into the green eyes that now were much darker.

Niko felt his breath catch in his throat when he felt Kamil kiss him. This was a kiss, maybe accidental, but a kiss nonetheless and … it gave him the courage to do what he did next. He lifted his hands to Kamil’s brown hair, his fingers playing with it, running through it slowly, discovering its softness with touch at last and not with sight. He let his fingers run towards Kamil’s neck, stroking the skin there, his lips open, his breathing coming fast now. He let his thighs open a bit, letting Kamil get closer still to him.

Kamil felt as if he was enchanted; his right hand traveled to Niko’s forearm and then up, to his shoulder, finally reaching to Niko’s nape and pulling him closer until he could again feel the other’s lips against his. This time, however, he didn’t withdraw. He didn’t want to.

Niko couldn’t stop a small moan when Kamil kissed him for the second time; this was what filled his dreams and daydreams recently, and now they were coming true. He responded to the kiss, opening more to it, accepting it and then answering to it with eagerness as his tongue started exploring the inside of Kamil’s mouth. He was trembling all over, his hands moved to Kamil’s shoulders, stroking them lightly, then traveling further to the back, touching, squeezing, feasting almost. He wanted …

It was pleasant, it was more than that, it was making Kamil go crazy. He wanted to do the same and his hands met the fabric of the bathrobe; the bathrobe that was now opened again, taunting him with the promise of hot, smooth skin. He hesitated for just a brief second before his hands slid inside and met the skin.

Niko moaned once more into the kiss and then, breaking it for a moment, his own hands untying the belt of the bathrobe, letting it fall open completely, waiting for the other to make the next move, to decide what could happen next. He felt warm all over, hot even when Kamil looked at him.

Still kneeling in front of Niko, Kamil felt two opposing things when seeing the bathrobe fly open. Yes, he felt a wave of desire so strong that he felt pain and he was scared with it, scared because Niko was his friend. He stood up, making Niko stand as well and took a step away, still not looking away for even a moment. He bit his lip; all he wanted to do was to get back where he was but … no, too early, too fresh, Niko needed time, they both barely got back from the club where Niko was trying to prove he was not easy and now Kamil himself was no better than the vultures!

Niko felt weird suddenly; just a moment ago they were kissing and he felt wanted and now, suddenly, he felt embarrassed with the bathrobe open like that, with Kamil who took a step back and looked as if he was having second thoughts about it. ‘Maybe … he doesn’t like what he sees?’ Niko glanced uncertainly at his flat mate, his hands clutching at the bathrobe and slowly bringing it back together, to cover himself.

This made Kamil realize two things; he didn’t want Niko to cover himself and that it was probably him that made Niko do it. Which, of course, brought guilt again. He closed the distance between them once more, biting his lip, seeing the uncertain expression on Niko’s face and then reaching for the bathrobe and closing it himself. “Niko …” he choked out; even speaking was difficult in his state. “Don't get me wrong, I like what I see, I want what I see, but I have too much respect for you, you're my friend. I don't want to spoil it.” Even saying this felt wrong; what he felt now was too complicated. How could he explain that he wanted Niko, really wanted but at the same time, he was too important as a friend to lose him because of a not-thought-out fling?

Niko looked at him, biting his lip and wanting to scream ‘Spoil it! Spoil it! Live a little!! It doesn’t have to spoil anything!’ Instead, he sighed. “Yeah,” he whispered, feeling dejected. “So … I should go to bed …” he muttered, a bitter feeling of rejection taking over him. He had never been rejected like that, not when … He walked past Kamil, towards the door, trying not to hurry too much. “Good night.”

He left the kitchen, not waiting for the answer, getting to his own room and falling onto the bed. ‘He doesn’t want me, he just said ... he said those things because he doesn't want to be mean. '... I have too much respect for you...' ’ This line played all over in Niko’s head, making him feel worse and worse. ‘He saw what happened, he thinks I'm a slut and that's it. He doesn't want to touch a male slut. And now I’m a crybaby as well.’ He hated himself for feeling so emotional all of a sudden, he hated the tears that he felt in his eyes and he hated the fact that he couldn't make them go away.

Left in the kitchen alone, Kamil was unsuccessfully trying to cool off, to shake the arousal off but his own body proved to be difficult to control. He sighed exasperatedly, deciding to hole up in his own room and maybe do something about it. He slowly dragged his feet towards his own room but passing the door to Niko’s room, he heard wet sniffing.

‘Is he … crying? Did I hurt him so much?’ Kamil decided to open the door and check up on Niko, for the first time opening the door without knocking. He saw Niko lying on his bed, looking miserable and crushed and the sight of it made him feel hurt as well.

“Niko …” he whispered, quickly coming closer to bed and kneeling in front of it. “I’m …”

Niko had an impression that this evening was going from bad to worse. First he was rejected by Kamil and now Kamil saw him crying… like a woman … He quickly wiped his tears and sat up on the bed. “I understand …” he muttered, his voice sounding hoarse with tears, his eyes refusing to meet Kamil’s.

“No, you don’t,” Kamil shook his head, then cleared his throat. “You think I’ve rejected you, right?”

“Um … yeah …” Niko didn’t see the point of it. It was clear to him that Kamil didn’t want to touch him so it was rejection, plain and simple.

“Do you trust me?” Kamil asked, wanting to atone for what he had caused. Niko lay motionlessly for a few moments before he nodded his head. “So wait for me here, I'll be right back.”

He quickly stood up and rushed out of the room, leaving Niko confused but feeling slightly better. ‘What is he up to?’

In his room Kamil quickly stripped off his clothes, noticing miserably that his arousal was far from gone … but this would actually help the situation now. He quickly took his drawstring pants, put them on, then grabbed his pillow and returned to Niko’s room. “Can I … sleep with you?”

Niko was surprised with this question; he didn’t misunderstand it, the pillow Kamil was holding told him that his flat mate really wanted to just sleep with him, nothing more. He nodded his head while at the same time standing up from the bed. “Yes,” he answered without thinking. “Just let me change, this bathrobe isn't that comfortable to sleep in.”

Kamil flashed him a smile and threw his pillow onto the bed, then watched Niko as he took out a pair of light sleeping pants out of his wardrobe and changed into them while still wearing his bathrobe. Finn was still afraid to reveal himself completely; just ten minutes ago the sight of him naked scared Kamil and he wasn’t willing to repeat the same mistake. So only when his sleeping pants were on, did he take off his bathrobe, letting it fall onto the floor next to the bed. Then he lay down on the bed, leaving some room for Kamil, who joined him, lying down on his side, facing Niko.

This was the first time he had ever shared a bed with someone since … well, he used to share his bed with his cousins when he was younger and they visited him but that was it and it didn’t happen since he was ten. He gave Niko a brief smile and rubbed his nose with his own.

“Sleep, Swedish kid. Good night,” he said mischievously, remembering Niko telling him about his nickname.

It also felt strange to Niko, to be in bed with someone, with the sole purpose of sleeping and sleeping only. He realized it had been a while since he last had someone in bed, someone willing to sleep next to him and not … “Good night thief,” he teased Kamil back, grinning a bit.

Kamil closed his eyes for a moment; the warmth coming from Niko wasn’t helping his arousal at all and he regretted that he hadn’t taken care of it before he came to Niko’s bed. He didn’t even know when his hand reached for Niko, snaking around him, bringing him closer to his body, then drawing small circles on his side, eliciting gasps from Finn.

Niko found the sensation of Kamil’s touch ticklish on his skin and fought to keep a giggle back. His hand wandered to the body that was lying next to him, first resting on Kamil’s waist for a short moment and then moving more towards the back until Niko could feel every vertebra of Kamil’s spine under his fingertips. He ran them slowly up, the down, curious of the body, enjoying the contact. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened them, everything would be gone, Kamil would be gone.

Niko’s hand on his naked skin made Kamil sigh loudly and it sounded almost like a moan. In addition to his now really hurting erection he began having the most ticklish sensation in his stomach and every breath he took only strengthened it. He cracked his eyes open, looking at Niko’s face and then closing the distance between their mouths, brushing Niko’s lips delicately, to let him know he didn’t feel weirded out by their closeness. The almost electric sensation that ran through him informed him he should stop doing it unless he was decided to go for it. And Kamil still wasn’t, not fully.

“I thought you were straight,” Niko whispered when their lips came apart, opening his eyes and looking into Kamil’s brown ones that were now so close they looked strangely huge. ‘This … could be … something … serious?’ he thought to himself, still drawing patterns on Kamil’s back with his fingertips; he loved it when someone did it to him and expected that it was equally pleasurable to the other one.

“I never said I was,” he heard the answer and felt Kamil’s hand start to draw similar patterns on his abdomen.

“No, you never said you were but I thought …” Niko sighed and then leaned closer to Kamil, laying butterfly kisses on the skin over his neck, then the hollow patch between the collarbones. He felt aroused doing just this, just kissing and feeling the clean smell of the skin and being able to touch and not being pushed away. Strangely, everything about the other boy made him excited and all of a sudden he felt like a virgin, a silly thought but he …

“Yeah ... I wasn't advertising the fact that I am gay, either ...” Kamil admitted, the small, tantalizing touches of Niko’s lips spreading fire across his skin along their path. “If you keep doing that, we're not going to get much sleep ...” he only half-joked.

“Don't you know the saying: ‘death settles sleep deep’?” Niko snickered a bit as he continued laying the languid kisses. “Sooo …” he kissed Kamils’ neck again, sucking on the skin a little, not enough to leave a mark.

“No …” Kamil almost moaned again and his hand traveled to Niko’s small of the back. “Explain …” he demanded while kissing the soft mop of Niko’s hair.

“Well, at least in my country there is a saying; kuolema kuittaa univelan: death settles sleep deep,” he moved his head so as to be able to look in Kamil’s eyes again, his own green eyes sparkling a little. “So, when we live, we should spend more time awake, because when we die ... what does it matter how much we rested? Okay it's a crappy explain, but I'm trying.” He smiled at his bed companion, his hand going lower on Kamil’ back.

“Hm … interesting …” Kamil responded, not really knowing if he meant the proverb or the sensations caused by Niko’s hand. He pulled the other one so close to himself that he could feel Niko’s erection brushing against his. Still, a sliver of hesitancy … Should he?

“Can I touch you?” Niko asked him then as if reading his thoughts. Finn wanted to do this so bad but at the same time was afraid to scare Kamil with rushing up, afraid to ruin everything. He knew his flat mate fairly well by now and knew the other one was not like that but at the same time he fought with himself, with his own want. “This ... you ... are important Kamil. I- I like you, want to ...” he swallowed the rest of the sentence, too afraid to finish it. “Can I?” he asked again, tentatively, his hand moving in front of the waistband of Kamil’s drawstring pants.

The question was echoing in Kamil’s brain. ‘Can I? Can I? Can I?’ and it was not Niko’s question anymore but his own. ‘Can I let him? Can I let myself? I came here to SLEEP with him, just sleep and this ... but on the other hand, if I say ‘no’ to him again ... How many times can I say ‘no’? He looked in Niko’s eyes that were begging him to say ‘yes’ and with that he made up his mind.

“I want you to touch me. Please.”

Finally, not hesitating any further, Niko’s hand delved inside the gray sweatpants, quickly finding what it was looking for, the warm hardness, feeling velvety and … Niko closed his hand around Kamil’s erection, as if measuring it and then stroked it a couple of times, firmly. Then he felt that some lubrication could be in order so withdrawing his hand from the other’s pants and bringing it close to his mouth, he spitted on it, then quickly resumed what he had been doing a little bit earlier. With his other hand he tried to take Kamil’s pants off and succeeded, lowering them below the hips, freeing the other’s erection and allowing himself better access. He grinned seeing how ready Kamil seemed to be. He leaned closer, to give him a kiss, a longer and deeper one than the previous ones they shared between them, feeling turned on more by the second.

A moan spilled from Kamils’ lips and drowned within Niko’s mouth; he felt the urgent need to shift his hips in tandem with Niko’s hand, almost too eager to get more friction, more of … everything. He felt hungry all of a sudden and couldn’t help the fact that his body chose to betray him, actually begging for more with those small shifts. At the same time his hand that was resting on Niko’s small of the back, started to make rotating movements, slow, rhythmical. Kamil still felt as if there were two persons within him, one wild and getting more impatient and wanting with every second, the other saying: ‘He's friend, just a friend, this is sex, with no deeper feelings, you'll destroy friendship with this.’ But he knew both he himself and Niko wanted it, he needed it and so did Niko, if he felt it correctly. “Niko ...” he moaned the other boy’s name.

This was the thing that made Niko bolder with his actions and he decided to take Kamil’s sweatpants completely off, then taking in the slim, firm body that was lying next to him. You're beautiful, Kamil,” he whispered with admiration audible in his voice, making Kamil look straight at him despite the desire that was clouding his head and was making him close his eyes and throw his head back. “Don't be scared,” he continued remembering his earlier words. “This won't have to ruin anything, not if we won't let it,” he reassured the other one while his hand kept stroking his erection and then for a moment it cupped the testicles, rolling them gently, then getting back to the now weeping with pre-come member.

Kamil’s breathing kept getting harder and faster, all his muscles starting to shiver with the expected bliss and yet he couldn’t help feeling surprised at least a bit; he did masturbate, this was unavoidable if you were a healthy twenty-one year old single male but it NEVER felt like this, it was never this satisfying, this intense. And he also felt that he would come really soon; his arousal lasted too long for this to be a nice, prolonged session of … whatever, he knew he was going to come and gasped, trying to warn the other. “Niko …” he managed to choke out. “There’s … gonna be … a mess …” This said, he felt the wave of release rush through him, for a moment taking him away with it, making him forget about everything around him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Niko chuckled, though he didn’t expect Kamil to hear him. Even if he did, the meaning certainly didn’t reach his brain because he didn’t respond to it. Niko lifted his come-stained hand, cleaning it with his tongue and then taking care of the stains on Kamil’s belly in exactly the same way. “All clean now,” he flashed a smile at Kamil who had just opened his eyes, slowly coming down from the orgasm high.

“You're really the cleaning type, Niko,” Kamil chuckled a bit breathlessly, seeing and feeling how Niko took care of the mess he made.

Niko looked up at him, then grinned, traveling up and giving Kamil a kiss on his cheek. “You taste good.”

“Better than my food?”

“If I told you yes, what would you say?” Niko asked philosophically, though a mischievous glint lit up his eyes. “You taste good, and you cook well, even though, the Polish stuff ... something I- ... something I would get used to, Kamil, if you only let me,” again, he felt a little bit insecure, not knowing how the other would react to his words but he needed to say them. He bit his lip, his body now demanding attention as well, and pressed a little closer to Kamil, making the other notice his insistent hardness, or rather remember about it.

Kamil smiled, feeling Niko’s erection press against his thigh and reached with his hand, palming it through the thin, soft fabric of pajama pants, eliciting small gasps from the other boy. “Don’t want to be selfish,” he whispered into Niko’s ear, then added, “Lie on your back.”

Niko happily obliged, with a whispered, “As you wish …” his voice hoarse with need, his eyes half opened, gazing at Kamil with a barely restrained desire.

Kamil looked at him for a few seconds, taking the note of the slightly slimmer figure, then smiled again, reaching to Niko’s hips, massaging them, his hand getting under the hem of the pajama pants, going deeper and deeper, touching the firm mound of Niko’s buttock as far as his hand could reach – which wasn’t really that deep. He found even the thin fabric obstructing so he ordered jokingly. “Lift your hips, Swedish kid, we need to get rid of those.”

“Swedish kid, please, Kamil, not you too? Do I have to ... spank you to make it right?” Niko grinned as he lifted his hips slightly from the bed, allowing Kamil to pull them down a bit, exposing him to the other boy. For once he didn’t mind being called this nickname, actually it sounded … fitting, somehow.

Kamil felt just a bit lost for a moment; he had just one boyfriend before Niko – not that Niko was his boyfriend – and was not terribly experienced in matters of sex. He knew basics and had some practice, and he was not a virgin but still … he decided to do whatever felt good to him, assuming it would also feel good to his friend. Setting himself over Niko’s thighs but not squishing Niko with his weight, he reached for his erection, giving it a few tentative strokes with his fingertips, from the root to the tip, making Niko gasp and lift his hips instantly. He couldn’t help but wonder how long Niko must have been waiting for this if a mere butterfly touch made him react this way. He frowned; was he blind not having noticed anything earlier? Then he shook his head slightly, returning to the task at hand, smiling at Niko again as his hand ran up and down the other’s member. “Is it ok?” he asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Very ok … feels good …” Niko moaned trying to control the movement of his hips but failing miserably and hoping Kamil would not mind it much.

“That’s good,” Kamil felt a bit more certain about what he was doing, then he brought his hand to his mouth, licking the inside of his palm and providing some lubrication in this way, then bringing it back to Niko’s member and resuming the stroking – now the tugging – motion, all the time watching how the other reacted to every small touch, finding those little gasps and moans and even his faster breathing arousing beyond belief. Not breaking the up-and-down movement, he leant forward, supporting his weight with his other hand that he had put next to Niko’s shoulder, and gave him a lingering kiss, finishing it with a lick along his lower lip, finding even the taste arousing. Seriously, he felt like the biggest sex maniac in the world at that moment. He had just come himself, less than ten minutes ago and … again?!

Niko felt like in a small, private paradise, not really believing this was happening to him but he could feel it WAS so he decided to enjoy every second of it, bringing his hands into Kamil’s hair, keeping the other one close and not letting him move away while his mouth was mapping Kamil’s jaw and then throat with small kisses while his hips were urging Kamil to keep the steady rhythm.

“You … feel … good … this all …” he panted brokenly, freeing Kamil from his grasp, instead wanting to look into the brown eyes, to show him how utterly good it felt to him. He didn’t remember when last it felt so good to him; maybe that’s why he was … searching? And … found at last?

“Only good?” Kamil pouted jokingly. “I want to make it better than good! What can I do?” he asked, this time quite seriously.

“Hnnn …” Niko arched a little into the touch, feeling the intense waves of pleasure spread through him. And yet it was not enough, he wanted Kamil to make it even better for him. “I’d like it … if you undressed me … Can you … take it off?” he asked, pointing to his pajama pants, worrying his lower lip with his teeth.

Kamil slid off his thighs, allowing himself free access to the pants and removing them in the instant. “Any other wishes?”

“Nnn … yes … can you … lay against me?” Niko panted out, flushed bright red, pupils huge.

Kamil looked at him through the half closed eyes; he was already aroused by just watching Niko and now Niko was creating another temptation for him, a temptation he indeed craved. He did what he was asked to, careful not to smother Niko under him, supporting his weight on his forearms, his legs placed between Niko’s, while the other bent them in knees, creating a support for what he wanted to do. And he wanted to rub against Kamil.

“You’re pretty …” Kamil whispered, then pressed a hungry kiss on Niko’s lips, drawing again a long, though muffled moan from him. “Sooo …” he felt Niko’s erection rub against his and reflexively answered in the same way. Then a pair of hands rested on his buttocks, pressing him closer to the one below him.

“Move with me …” he heard a feverish whisper and this time rocked more decisively, making it deliberate. “Yes … like that … more, please …” This whisper was going to become his undoing, surely, it was already driving him mad with desperate need despite the fact that he had already come this evening. The thighs wrapped around him then and if he thought the whispers were dangerous, then THIS … He pushed his hips harder against Niko’s, taking a sudden breath and then nuzzling his cheek against Niko’s throat. “Would you …” he heard a tentative beginning of a question and raised his head to look into Niko’s eyes.

“Yes?” He asked, for a second ceasing his motion.

Niko felt as if he was burning, as if the only way to stop the burning sensation was to have Kamil inside him but … he didn’t know if Kamil would do this. He didn’t know anything about him. Was he a top? A bottom? Both? A virgin? Would he even agree to do what Niko wanted? Or would he go away and leave him like that?

“Would you …” he started again, still afraid. “Do you want to … inside? If not, then …” he immediately offered a way out for Kamil. This felt weird to him, to be so insecure about himself, but at the same time this felt so good, so incredibly good he was unwilling to give up on this, he wanted everything.

Another surprise; Kamil felt a jolt of electricity inside his stomach at the thought he could … that Niko would allow him …

“I want,” he answered, really meaning it; he wanted, craved now to take the one under him and had to actually restrain himself from doing it right this moment. Biting painfully the inside of his cheek, making it bleeding he regained control over his too eager body and as patiently as he could, he asked. “Some lubrication? And ...”

Niko nodded his head. “My wardrobe … the third shelf from the top … behind clothes …” he instructed, feeling Kamil stand up, then immediately feeling a rush of cold air on his hot skin. He shivered slightly, watching as Kamil opened the door and started searching for the things that were hidden there and then as he pulled a small tube and a packet.

Kamil found the two things that were hidden, deciding to take both of them; it wasn’t as if he didn’t trust Niko … well, maybe … there was carefulness in him, too … Keeping them in hands, he turned back towards Niko who was lying on his bed, with his thighs spread, with his face flushed, so desirable, so utterly delicious at the moment that Kamil had to shake his head to get rid of the images in order to avoid … well, a catastrophe.

“If you don't want this … then ...” Niko misunderstood the gesture, immediately withdrawing, closing his thighs and cursing mentally at his stupidity. What did he do wrong this time?

“If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be here,” Kamil frowned a little, not understanding what caused this sudden change in Niko’s demeanor.

Ok … so maybe not everything was lost yet? Niko decided to open his thighs slightly, his uncertainty striking once again. “I want you to tell me if it’s ok … I want you to enjoy this … I want to make you enjoy this …” He wasn’t sure why he felt this uncertain now, perhaps it was because he wanted this so much? Perhaps…

“Niko …” Kamil rolled his eyes a bit and sighed. Did his friend have some kind of inferiority complex? “I'll be enjoying this if you enjoy it as well, and ONLY then, understood?”

“I'll enjoy this, knowing if you want this, do you want this?” Niko whispered once more, making Kamil laugh.

“Niko,” he grinned pointing towards his very erect member. “Just ... look at me! What do you see a little below my waist? Does it look like to you as if I’m not interested?”

Niko laughed a bit, too, feeling finally more secure about himself. “Ok ... “ he shook his head, “I’m…” he looked in Kamil’s eyes, “I guess, I’m nervous because I want this…you…so badly.” He decided to explain, feeling the intensity of his own heart beats.

Kamil nodded his head, understanding, he sat the edge of bed and for a moment putting away the two things he brought from the wardrobe, then he leant over Niko and kissed him once more. He could swear this was beginning to feel very addictive, his friend’s mouth being so inviting, so generous that he couldn’t stop another moan.

When the kiss was broken, Niko panted out, “What do you want, Kamil? What do you want me to do?”

“There is this ... Swedish kid ...” Kamil looked at him, smiling. “Who is obsessively asking me questions. I want him to be quiet and just enjoy.” Niko let out a soft laughter, small blush gracing his features.

“Ok, let’s shut the Swedish kid up and make him ... enjoy …” He nodded his head grinning at Kamil.

“Though he can ... make some noise if he wants ...” Kamil once again kissed Niko, trailing his fingers down Niko’s chest towards this erection, giving it a slight, teasing brush.

“Can he?” Niko moaned back, wanting everything so bad; this felt so good and he never wanted this to stop and nothing really began yet, Kamil was still very much … outside.

“Yes, he can, whatever sounds are necessary,” his flat mate responded, reaching for the lube, unscrewing the tube and squeezing a dollop of transparent gel-like substance on his fingers, rubbing it a little and then bringing them against Niko’s opening, asking for permission with his eyes. “Especially if I hurt him, I want him to tell me to stop and wait.”

“He will … I will,” Niko assured with a small nod, feeling fingers massage the slick, gel-like substance around his entrance and then one finger slipping slowly inside him. “Not hurting, I want more.”

Kamil smiled, hearing and seeing the enthusiasm almost bursting from Niko and he continued the preparation, the finger going deeper and then withdrawing, a few times before he decided to add another finger. He withdrew the first finger completely and then joined it with the other, carefully pressing them both into the opening, pausing and waiting for Niko to accept the intrusion. “Ok?”

Niko signaled he was alright with a nod of his head, then reached for Kamil’s free hand and squeezed it a bit. This made the other stop the preparation and interlace his fingers with Niko’s, then bring it to his lips and slowly kiss his knuckles, one by one. No one had ever done it to Niko, no one! Not even … He swallowed thickly. “You have no idea how good it feels,” he said hoarsely. “Having you close like this …”

Kamil nodded his head, glad he wasn’t hurting Niko and slipping his two joined fingers inside, he started to stretch his opening, making a slight scissoring motion, then pushing his fingers deeper and repeating the scissoring motion again. He watched Niko’s face closely, looking for the signs of discomfort but found none so far. Two fingers, in and out, every ‘in’ being deeper than the previous one, though every one of them being just as slow and careful as he could make them. “Niko …” he whispered, though they were the only ones in the apartment. “Three?”

Three? Niko frowned a bit, not because he was hesitating but because for a moment he felt too lost within the sensation and didn’t know what Kamil was asking him about. Then he got it; Kamil was asking about three FINGERS and he almost snickered with his own spacing out. What other THREE things could his flat mate ask about? He nodded his head, seeing that Kamil was still waiting for some kind of answer. He felt the two fingers being withdrawn from him and he saw Kamil squeeze a fresh dollop of lube onto his fingers, once again rubbing them and then bringing them against his opening.

“Remember, if it hurts, I want ...” Kamil reminded him, slowly pushing the three fingers, knowing that this could be painful, that this was almost for certain painful. He noticed a slight wince on Niko’s face and stopped immediately. “Remember …” he reminded him, stopping and waiting.

Niko took a few deep breaths, trying to relax, knowing the pain would go away sooner and, when it dulled, he smiled at Kamil. He knew his limits and besides, Kamil was much gentler than others that he had been with.

Millimeter by millimeter the fingers slid in and stayed there, making Niko used to the stretching intrusion though Kamil knew that even after the three fingers Niko couldn’t avoid pain. Seeing a shadow of it flash in Niko’s eyes again, Kamil reached for his hand, holding it. Apparently Niko didn’t plan on telling him that he felt painful; his hand though would tell Kamil everything, there was no way Niko could stop small reflexive movement of his fingers.

Three fingers were now all way in, preparing Finn for something bigger and Niko nodded his head indicating he was ready. Yet, his fingers still squeezed Kamil’s hand and he decided to wait.

“Go on, I trust you, I want you,” Niko whispered, encouraging his flat mate to finally do something; the wait was becoming unbearable. “You can go in.”

Kamil gave him a pointed look, clearly conveying the meaning, ‘Let me judge it.’ He waited a few moments longer, then – deeming it as stretched as it was only possible – he withdrew the fingers, reaching with his other hand for the small rectangular packet.

“Can you help me with this?” he grinned at Niko. “My fingers are slippery and I can’t open it.”

Niko snatched the packet from his hand and quickly ripped it open, then took the rolled condom and urging Kamil to sit up, he pulled it on his begging for attention member. Then, once again opening the tube of lubricant, he squeezed some of it out and spread it over the surface of the condom. Having done that he flashed a brief smile at Kamil, the smile that said: ‘Ok, everything’s READY!’

The touch of Niko’s hand, lubing his erection made Kamil moan quietly and almost lose all his control. Resorting once again to painful biting the inside of his cheek, he managed to regain the control and gritting his teeth from impatience, he asked. “Ni…ko … how … do you … want this?”

Niko frowned; he wanted to be able to see Kamil’s face when it contorted with pleasure, he wanted to see those brown eyes fill with passion and he wanted to kiss him. Which was only possible IF they were face to face. Yet … he decided to test Kamil a little, turning onto his stomach and lifting his bottom a bit up. “Is this … ok?”

No one could deny the fact that the sight WAS enticing and this position could actually feel more comfortable to Niko but somehow this felt wrong to Kamil; he frowned, then shook his head though his friend couldn’t see it in this position.

“Can we ... will you allow me to look at your face? I know it's more difficult and ...” he was stuttering now, “... but this is the first time we ... I prefer to see you, to know if I'm not ... hurting you.”

Niko smiled to himself, then turned around again, feeling not only surprised but also … relieved. “I was …” he reached with his hands to Kamil, starting to pull him down until the other boy was once again flush against him, nestled between his thighs. “… hoping … you’d say that.”

“Testing me, were you?” Kamil chuckled a little, lowering his head and kissing Niko briefly, not wanting this to be sex only but needing closeness as well. “Ready?” he asked when their lips came apart, lifting Niko’s legs, exposing him.

“Yes,” Niko answered with a small nod, once again pressing his hips up, this time with certainty his plea would be answered.

Positioning at his entrance, Kamil guided his erection towards it and before he started pushing, he smirked a little, using a line from his favorite film. “Here goes nothing …”

Despite Kamil going in slowly, Niko felt pain but gritted his teeth and didn’t say anything. He knew the beginning was always painful and he could do virtually nothing to change it, he could only wait for it to pass. Kamil was already as careful as one could be and Niko wanted him, wanted all of him inside.

For Kamil it was like ascent somewhere very high, the feeling of it so exhilarating that it almost made him dizzy with pleasure, causing him to gasp and cling to Niko when he was finally sheathed completely inside. He was so close to the other one, he felt his heart speed up and all of his body was urging him to move, to start the in and out motion but he waited. Even though Niko did try to hide the pain from him, Kamil knew to give Finn a few precious moments to adjust to the intrusion bigger than three fingers. Trying to move as little as possible, he leant once more forward, brushing Niko’s cheek with his lips.

“You ok?” he asked, once again whispering and waited for the answer, be it positive or negative. His body was literally screaming at him to start moving at last but he refused; Niko didn’t deserve to be treated as an object serving his pleasure, without any consideration for his comfort or possible pain.

Niko was breathing deep now, his body slowly getting used to the feel of Kamil inside him until he was sure he could safely answer ‘yes’ to the question asked by his … lover. The thought of Kamil actually being his lover made him smile a little; suddenly everything seemed brighter to him, more colorful, filled with … “Ok,” he answered, one of his hands tangling in Kamil’s hair while the other went to his arm, squeezing it. “It’s ok.”

With the proverbial green light from Niko Kamil breathed out, his tensing body finally starting to rock, first almost all the way out and then back in, agonizingly slowly but at the same time not wanting to go any faster. This was perfect, this sliding motion, in and out and back in …

“You feel … good …” Niko gasped, wrapping his legs around the other’s thighs, feeling the movement inside him, feeling a jolt of hot pleasure shooting through him when Kamil brushed his prostate, accidentally or not. He reached once again for Kamil, making the other kiss him; not enough kisses, not enough of pleasure, wanting more … more …

“Ni-…” In. “…-ko.” Out. “You feel …” In. “… soo …” Out. “… right …” In. A gasp. “Nnnn …” Out.

Niko grinned a little, his hands instantly going to Kamil’s hips, making him cling to the one on top with despair almost, his own hips starting to move with Kamil’s, searching for more friction, more pleasure and at the same time making the other one move faster. With Kamil’s face so close to his, now a little bit to his side, he heard short pants, felt the warm breath caress the side of his own neck. “Pink …” he gasped out.

“Pink?” Kamil blinked, stilling for a moment.

“Your ears, pink,” Niko answered, urging Kamil to resume the movement, his hands squeezing the slim hips they were resting on, probably leaving small finger-like bruises but his flat mate didn’t even seem to notice, immediately obliging the silent demand.

“Seriously ...” Kamil panted out. “... could ... get ...” Out and in again. “... used ... to you ...”

“Ah … could get … nnn … used to you … too …” Niko started to mumble incoherently, the pleasure inside him becoming more and more consuming and it was much more than what Kamil’s movements were causing. Suddenly he felt warm just thinking … who would have expected that going to America, he would find a Polish student who seemed to be his perfect match even if they were so different? They fitted so perfectly together … Niko’s train of thought was becoming less and less coherent due to all the stimulation his body was receiving. When Kamil nipped slightly at the sensitive skin of his neck, then laving the nip with his tongue, he started panting loudly, not trying to hide it anymore, every pant becoming a short moan, filled with pleasure.

Those short, whimpering sounds caused Kamil’s movements to start losing their evenness and fluidity, and they became erratic and filled with desperate urge to find the release. He felt he was approaching his limit and only a few moments separated him from reaching the completion. The want he had felt previously changed into hunger he carved to satiate and the only way to do it was to go deeper yet … he moaned again. Stupid him, there was only this deep he could go in anyway.

“Oh, God … oh, God …” he heard Niko moan. “Kamil ... I'm going to come ...” These words actually filled him with relief; he would hate to leave Niko tittering on the edge of bliss, not tumbling into it. He chuckled.

“Come …” he reached between their joined bodies, finding Niko’s erection and stroking it firmly, wanting to provide extra stimulus, wanting to literally push his friend towards the blissful oblivion. Just a couple more seconds and he felt Niko come, his warm seed staining his fingers, a long though muffled moan spilling from the other’s lips. The body under him tensed and shivered, then slowly started to relax. The clenching of Niko’s internal muscles on his member was everything he needed to find his own release and he followed his friend with a short moan, leaning on Niko, not able to move away, not willing to move away.

It took them both a few long moments to come out of the pleasure-filled haze, their bodies cooling off, sweat that covered their skin drying slowly. Kamil felt his hand was sticky with Niko’s come; supporting himself with the other one he moved from Niko, slowly leaving his body and allowing him to finally breathe. He lay down next to him and looked at his own hand, covered with whitish substance. He lifted it to his mouth, his tongue flicking and tasting it curiously. He had never tasted it, he had always thought it would be a disgusting thing to do and yet he was now tasting Niko’s come. No, it was not a gourmet dish but it could have tasted worse.

Feeling Kamil roll away from his body made Niko suddenly felt cold and he reflexively snuggled up closer to him, sighing with contentment. This was a true bliss, being able to lie close to someone who cared about him, really cared. Every moment had proved how much Kamil cared for his comfort and pleasure. Niko tried to remember if anyone beside HIM ever cared so much but he couldn’t find a single instance. Or maybe his thoughts were still too jumbled?

Kamil felt Niko snuggle up to him and he smiled, turning to him and giving him a slow, lazy kiss, trying to thank for everything his friend allowed him to feel. He felt Niko respond to the kiss and he snaked his arm around the other’s body, bringing him closer. “Niko …” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “This was …” he didn’t know what he wanted to say now. It was something special, something he didn’t share with anyone beside Niko but at the same time he felt something was not right.

He was supposed to help Niko prove he wasn’t easy and he … no, he didn’t take advantage of Niko; Niko consented, Niko wanted it just as much as he wanted it and yet … it was all really complicated, he felt a bit confused. What were they now? They were flat mates still but now more than that. How much more? Were they friends? Lovers? Just fuck buddies? He hated the concept of fuck buddies; it meant that there were no feelings at all involved, that what they did was done purely for release purposes. But his feelings for Niko … No, he knew he wasn’t in love with Niko. He liked him, yes but was it enough to BE with Niko? Did he have any right to do what he had done? Was he a fuck buddy now?

As if sensing his worries, Niko kissed him once again. “Kamil ...” he whispered, holding him. “It will all go alright, you’ll see. We can make it work the right way.”

Kamil nodded his head, returning the kiss, then standing up. “We need to clean before we stick to each other,” he chuckled a bit, leaving the room and going to the bathroom where he disposed of the used condom, washed himself with a sponge, then he rinsed it clean and returned to the room with it, cleaning Niko’s abdomen from the remains of seed. “Now it’s much better,” he smirked, having taken the sponge back to the bathroom. “We can finally go to sleep,” he said, lying next to Niko and covering them both with the warm blanket. “Good night, Swedish kid,” he said for the second time this evening.

“Good night thief,” he heard in response. He reached with his arm, pulling Niko closer to him, his body drowning slowly in tiredness; he brought his face closer to the other’s, almost burying it against Niko’s neck and breathing in his scent. Niko, his friend. And he slept with him, without having any serious feelings. Would it go all alright just like Niko had promised it would? He sincerely hoped so ...

Niko felt happy, and he snuggled closer to Kamil, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. He could get seriously used to Kamil, and to having a boyfriend again ... It felt good, to have someone, and Kamil was a great guy, and friend and handsome and, and ... he felt sleepy, contented and relaxed. He closed his eyes, finally giving in to sleep which was claiming him. There were so many questions, but they could be answered later.

They had time and they could figure it all out at their own pace.


TBC …


Responses to reviews:

Laaerie; you know how we love cliffies with teeta ^_^ But I hope this chapter was satisfying for you *grins* and yeah they are kind of cute, aren’t they? Hihi

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