Foreigners

A/N: Hey everyone and sorry for the long break! But yay we're back to writing and I'll give you this looooong chapter, yup the longest one I, kolgrim, have ever written, but hopefully it makes up for the long absence :)


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Chapter 6
-Near perfection-

Kamil woke next to Niko, Niko’s back against his chest, his arm wrapped around him and he smiled sleepily to himself. The bed was a little small for two people, but somehow it felt right, the closeness felt right, the warmth of the others body against his. He closed his eyes for a second, listening to Niko’s breathing and his own, aware of his morning erection that was gently nudging against Niko’s butt. He leaned closer to kiss Niko’s warm cheek.

Niko woke to the gentle kisses planted on his skin and he smiled, his eyes still closed, feeling warm and safe where he lay. He sighed with content, feeling like he could stay like that forever. Slowly he turned around and opened his eyes to look into Kamil’s eyes.
“Good morning,” he whispered, moving his hand under the blanket to rest on Kamil’s waist.

“Yes, it’s a good morning,” Kamil murmured, his lips twitching with a small smile, at the same time feeling Niko’s hand setting on his waist. He pulled him closer, resting his hand on the small of his back. “I hope I didn’t push you towards the wall too much, or kick you,” he continued, adorning Niko’s cheek with small kisses. “You’re warm.”

Niko smiled, closing and reopening his eyes, trailing his fingertips on Kamil’s spine.
“No, you didn’t, I slept like a baby, and I hope I didn’t kick you either.” He kissed the tip of Kamil’s nose, “I like your nose, it’s pretty,” he whispered, smile still lingering on his lips.


Kamil was speechless, what did one answer to a person, who gave you compliments?
“Um… thank you, I guess. Err… any plans for today?” He asked, finding that he was enjoying the touch of Niko’s fingertips on his back, more than he would have expected. “Apart from the film?”

“My plan is to spend the day with you, if you’re not otherwise engaged,” Niko grinned, his eyes closed again, his fingers traveling further down on the smooth skin.

“You mean like… a date?” Kamil asked after moment of thinking, which had proved to be rather difficult with Niko’s hand stroking his skin the way he did. “Hm… what would you like to do?”

It was Niko’s turn to think
“Um… there’s this… art gallery, I’d like to show you sometime and… I- we could go for a walk and…perhaps make dinner?” Niko’s hand moved down to Kamil’s butt, stroking it gently, finding that it felt good under his hand, firm and… he almost forgot everything else.

Kamil tried to suppress a shiver of excitement, feeling Niko’s hand and completely missing what he had said. Great! Now he had to ask again.
“Um, I have to admit that… I haven’t paid attention… your fault completely… so can you repeat?” He asked, his own hand starting its own journey down on Niko’s torso.

“I said… I suggested, an art gallery, a walk together, and making dinner…” Niko repeated with a soft chuckle, “so, how about it?” He moved his hand on Kamil’s thigh, closer to his groin, teasing the sensitive skin.
“Sounds…interesting,” Kamil fought with the urge to shift his hips; he would not be distracted so easily! If anything, he considered it a challenge. His hand stroked the skin of Niko’s torso, closer and closer to his lower abdomen while getting more curious of how he would react. “Dinner…yes…” Once again he started kissing his cheek, his mouth traveling to Niko’s ear this time and he started to gently nibble at it.

Niko felt slightly ticklish as Kamil’s hand reached his stomach, by instinct he pulled his tummy in, starting to feel quite hot all over. His breathing changed and the movements of his own hands slowed down even more, he loved the feeling on his ear, it had always turned him on. His lips parted with a moan,
“So…uh… what’s…what’s your favorite food?” He asked, trying desperately to regain some control of his body, though already knowing that he was going to fail terribly at it.

“Um…” Kamil hummed,” Your ear, at the moment,” he chuckled softly, letting Niko’s ear go and instead started to pay more attention to what his hand was doing, and it was traveling little above where Niko probably wanted it to be. “Chicken soup,” he watched Niko’s face when he brushed the tip of his member. “Or… there is this soup I really love, called… Ukrainian borsch…” he smirked, once again touching Niko.

Niko couldn’t silence his moans, Kamil’s touch on his member felt like heaven and hell, so good and yet torturous for being so light, just a brush of a hand that was leaving him wanting more and he moved his hips without his mind having the time to give himself the permission to do so.
“Nhh…you like…soups…” he took note and nodded, his brain not able to fully function at this point. He brushed his lips against Kamil’s chin and his jawline, down on his neck, having to take a pause to be able to breath. “You’re teasing me, Kamil,” he whispered, and slowly moved his hand towards Kamil’s crotch.
“Yes, I am,” Kamil smiled, tilting his head a bit to give Niko a better access, while at the same time his hand ceased the teasing movement and instead started applying firm pressure, “though not anymore,” he made a rotating motion, pushing his own hips forward at the same time.

Niko’s hand closed around Kamils cock wanting to give him the same pleasure that he was given, he leaned forward, captured Kamil’s lips, kissing him hungrily as he continued to move his hand up and down on his shaft.

Kamil’s head felt as though spinning with pleasure, as they both continued to pleasure each other. It was such a simple thing, a hand job, but it definitely felt different with someone else and Niko was making the cutest noises he had ever heard. The kisses they shared were getting broken, due to the fact that their breathing was getting fast and uncontrolled.

Niko stopped the movement of his hand, squeezing Kamil’s erection at the base; he tried to catch his breathing before taking Kamils hand and guiding it to rest on his hip as he brought their bodies together to rub against him. The sensations were taking him over, taking away his the control, taking him to the world where no one else existed besides Kamil and him. He gave him another small kiss, not saying a word when he looked in his eyes and smiled.

Kamil moved his arm behind Niko, and rolling over to lay on his back he pulled Niko with him, on him; this way it was going to be much easier. He pressed his hips up against him while his hands reached for his face, cupping it and bringing him closer to kiss him some more.

Niko had to silently agree that this was much more comfortable, he spread his legs on each side of Kamil and continued to move, continued the massaging movement that brought so much pleasure to them both. His hands went for Kamil’s hair, his fingers tangling in their softness.
“Kamil…oh god...you feel so good…mm…taste so good…” Niko whispered in between small kisses planted on his lips.

Kamil chuckled softly.
“Hm… could say the same… about you… but… rather not…. speak now…oh…” He panted breathlessly, kissing along Niko’s jawline while his hips moved restlessly, faster and faster against him. He started to feel the first signs of release, the heat in his lower stomach becoming like a small explosion. “Nhh… oh, God, Niko...” he moaned.

With Kamil moaning like that, saying his name, brought Niko closer and faster to his own release than what he would have expected, his body tensed, his movements stilled, he was holding on to Kamil’s shoulders, whimpering as the pleasurable wave washed over him. Kamil reached his own small paradise just a few seconds after Niko; it had been the expression on Niko’s face to finally do it. He felt the other’s relaxed body collapsing on top of him, lazily kissing his cheek.
“Mm… that was…great…” Niko murmured against his skin.

Kamil felt lazy and sunny inside, his arms closed around him, keeping Niko against him while he kissed his cheek,
“I like waking up like that…” He told him and as he thought about it, he came to the conclusion that this definitely was the best morning he had had in ages.
“Mm… me too… wouldn’t mind…if this happened more often,” Niko smiled lazily, giving Kamil one final kiss before rolling off from on top of him. “I suppose one needs to get up now, and shower,” he sighed.
“Yes, because otherwise we’re gonna stick to each other,” Kamil gave him a warm smile and reached to take his glasses from the near by table, then he got up, noticing the mess on his stomach, but not really minding it. He stretched his arms. “Hmm… shower sounds like a great plan… want me to wash your back?”

Niko grinned and jumped up.
“Last one in the bathroom is the servant!” He said before dashing out of the room heading towards the bathroom.

Kamil laughed, but ran after him, knowing full well that he would not be able to catch him, but still he played along. He entered the bathroom few seconds after Niko, pretending to pant from the short run, grinning like a loon.
“I guess I’m the servant,” he nodded his head and Niko gave him a wide grin.
“Yes, you are and now you get to wash me all over!” Niko announced reaching to turn on the water to make a bath for them. He sat on the edge, pouring some foam in with the water, watching how it started to mix and form bubbles. When it was done he got in.

“Hey, move a bit forward,” Kamil told him with a grin and got inside and behind Niko, “how else would you want me to wash your back?” Niko glanced at him from over his shoulder and smiled.

“Better, my servant?” he asked when making more room for Kamil.
“Much better, my master,” Kamil reached for the sponge and after soaping it, he started to scrub Niko’s back.
“You know, you’re getting so good at this that you could do this everyday, wouldn’t it be fun?” Niko again turned his head to grin at him.
“Hm…” Kamil pretended to be thinking deeply while making the sponge travel everywhere where he could reach, to Niko’s shoulders and his stomach, down to his thighs. “Why not? And we could save money on water bills…” he grinned.
“Yes, very convenient,” Niko nodded, still smiling to himself. “Do you have any places that you’d like to go to today? Or things you would like to do?”
“There’s this park here… not very popular because… well, no one cares about it… but it’s still nice,” Kamil kissed his neck quickly. “Ok, mister, now’s your turn,”
“A park, sounds nice,” Niko agreed turning around and taking the sponge from Kamil. “You see that I’m being a very kind master to my servant, washing him and all,” Niko grinned starting to wash Kamil’s chest and stomach first. Then he moved to sit on his lap to get a better access to his back, he kissed Kamil’s neck, rubbing the sponge up and down slowly, watching as the soap ran down, mixing with the water.

Kamil felt ticklish, so he snickered when the sponge traveled across his skin.
“That’s the best master in the world,” he praised him.

After Niko had washed him, he took the shower handle to rinse them both, and after he was done he placed it back and stood up.
“How about we eat some breakfast, watch the movie and then go out?” He asked reaching for the towels, giving one to Kamil, taking one for himself.
“Good idea, what do you want for breakfast?” Instead of drying himself, Kamil took the liberty of drying Niko first and wrapping him into the large towel. Niko smiled at the sweet gesture, returning it to Kamil,
“What I would love… would be pancakes with fresh strawberries and blueberries, but I am guessing that we don’t have that, so um, omelet and perhaps some toast. I am feeling quite hungry after all the activity we had,” Niko grinned stealing another kiss from Kamil.

Kamil in return captured Niko before he had time to retreat, deepening the kiss and only after a few long moments did he let him go.
“Omelet it is, and a toast with… jam?”
“Yes,” Niko answered, giving him another kiss, “I can’t stop this,” he explained, wrapping Kamil’s towel around his waist, wanting to tell him how happy he felt right then, but he was afraid to say too much and instead he just kept smiling. He didn’t want this perfect morning to end. “I’ll go and change now,” he whispered, looked at Kamil once more before leaving the bathroom.

Kamil walked in his own bedroom that now looked as if he had left it all alone. Well, he had, he smirked, taking out the change of clothes, dressing them on and quickly he got into the kitchen where he started preparing the breakfast.

Niko dressed himself, walked in front of the mirror to have a closer look, fixing his hair,
“You’re in trouble,” he whispered to his own reflection, “you’ll get hurt again and you know it,” he continued, hadn’t he promised himself not to let this happen? And yet here he was having these feelings, somehow knowing that he had allowed them and he would continue allowing them to grow too deep. Too deep and too early. But it was how he was, who he would always be.

He walked into the kitchen.
“I can make us some tea or coffee if you prefer,” he told Kamil when entering. But seeing him there, in front of the cooker, distracted his thoughts and he couldn’t help himself. He walked behind Kamil, wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed his neck. “Sexy…” he whispered.

Kamil smiled, though knowing that Niko wouldn’t be able to see it.
“Thank you, do I need to say the same? Because you are, too,” he ensured him, enjoying the touch on his body, “but now, you sex-driven beast, let me finish making breakfast or all you’ll get is going to be burnt food,” he joked.

Niko sighed,
“Alright, I’ll let you go, but I can’t help my hormones. Don’t worry, I’ll try though,” Niko grinned and moved away to find the kettle. He poured some water in to boil it and quickly prepared the tea as Kamil was finishing the breakfast.


Finally it was ready and Kamil served the omelet on two plates.
“Smacznego,” he wished Niko when sitting down in front of the table with his plate. He also felt hungry after last night and this morning, he gave Niko a smile, “Eat, I don’t want you to starve.”

“Smashnego?” Niko tried, but it didn’t come out so fluently and he gave Kamil a sheepish grin, “and I’m sorry beforehand for all the times I’m going to rape your language as I try to use it… but ok, now we eat! It smells delicious.”
“It was good enough,” Kamil gave him another smile and started shoveling food in his mouth, liking the taste, but after it was finished he still felt hungry. “Would you like some toast now?”

“Yes, please,” Niko nodded, “seems that my stomach is bottomless today, I could eat a horse,” he laughed, taking a sip of his tea.

Kamil searched for the toast bread and prepared a few slices of it, the spread a layer of jam on them and put them on a plate in the middle of the table.
“I’m still hungry, too. I guess whatever money we’re going to save water on, we will spend on food.”

Niko grinned at him, reaching for the toast.
“That we will and you know, we could also save some on the heating expences,” he gave Kamil a meaningful glare and raised his eyebrow, grinning.
“Yes, but we would need a bigger bed,” Kamil decided to play along, biting the toast.
“Ah, that would be easily solved, just… move two smaller beds into one room,” Niko grinned in return, finishing his eating. “Mm… that was good.” He smiled, looking at the other. “Kiitos, Kamil,” he decided to thank him with his own language.
“Prosze bardzo,” Kamil smiled back, guessing what Niko had said. “So, now you’re washing the dishes, I’ll help you and then we watch the film.”


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Later that afternoon, after the film they were ready to go out.
“So, will you show me this park first?” Niko asked while putting his shoes on in the hall.
“Yes, that’s the plan,” Kamil answered and got into his room to get his warmer jacket. Then he got back into the hall to put on his shoes. He looked at Niko who was about to dress his lighter jacket on. “Niko, it’s cold outside, get back into your room and dress more warmly.”

Niko looked at the clothes that he was currently wearing, then back at Kamil, he sighed.
“Yes, father,” he joked and returned in his own room to get his other jacket and his hat. “Better?” He asked when coming out.
“Much better,” Kamil answered with a snicker. “Now I know why people think you Finns have incestuous relationships.”

Niko opened his mouth in a mock offence, playfully he hit Kamil’s arm.
“Oh, you think you’re very clever, don’t you?” He chuckled. “Let’s get going….” He continued opening the door, “…daddy,” he couldn’t help but to add.

Kamil waited for Niko to get out first before following. They got outside into the chill winter air.
“Okay, the park’s that way,” he showed with his hand, “quite a long way, but it’s a nice day for a long walk, right?”

“Yes, it is,” Niko agreed and after awhile he reached out to take Kamil’s hand in his, unsure how he would respond to it. But Niko thought that for people to start accepting, then they just needed to grow accustomed to seeing gay couples more like this, walking hand in hand, just like any other couple.

Kamil looked at Niko and squeezed his hand seeing the question in his eyes; would this be alright? And to be honest, it felt nice to Kamil, scary and nice at the same time. In his own country he’d be immediately lynched for this, but here, it was no so terrible and he had actually seen a few couples such as them walking and holding their hands.
“It’s ok,” he told Niko. “I wouldn’t do this in Poland… but here, it’s ok.” Niko looked at him for a moment.
“It’s a shame that there are still so many places where one needs to hide to be safe. Oh what I would give to live in a perfect accepting world, things could be better here, as well as in my own country too.”
“Not going to happen soon,” Kamil told him, seeing an old lady walking past them, looking at them weirdly, but she didn’t say anything or do anything, so he shrugged his shoulders.
“You saw that lady? She wasn’t so bad. I think we’re as close to the perfect world as possible.”
Niko chuckled to this.
“Nah, I believe it can and will improve still, but maybe I’m just a hopeless optimistic.” Then he glanced at Kamil. “Have you…? Hm… It wasn’t your first time, you’ve dated before?” He asked him carefully.

Kamil frowned. Tomek… it wasn’t something he wanted to talk about right now, but if not now, then when?
“Yes, I have.” He finally answered.
“Who was he? How old were you? And… If I’m too prying, you don’t have to answer,” Niko bit his lip, feeling curious but unsure if he really was asking too much.

“That’s ok, you’re not prying, maybe it’s time I told someone…” He said thoughtfully. “It’s just…he… was my first and only boyfriend so far and… I guess I was stupidly in love with him… and he used it.” Kamil remembered how it had hurt when they had split up, or rather when Tomek left. “We were the same age, the last grade of high school… and nobody knew about us and when it finished, I couldn’t talk about it with anyone, I had to pretend everything was alright…but…” he changed back into cheerful voice, “..he’s in the past now and I know it was nothing more than a first crush. What about you? Who was your first crush?”

“My first crush?” Niko thought back in time and then gave a small laugh. “Oh yes, my 6th grade teacher, he was…hm… 25 I think and I was… what 11? 12? Well anyway, I can tell you one thing, that year I did my homework exceptionally well. Addicted to any word of praise that I’d get from him. Of course it was just a dream, a fantasy, he was straight and I was a child, but still…. I had some small crushes and silly little relationships after, but I got my first, real boyfriend when I was 17, he was my first…” Niko told him, again thinking of Roni and their relationship all the good and bad in it, it had been an emotional rollercoaster all the way. But still he had foolishly believed that Roni had loved him, what a joke! The man had probably cheated on him more than once and… no, this was not something he was ready to share with Kamil. Fair or not after what Kamil told him.
“It’s… you really had a crush on your teacher?” Kamil remembered the old women that had taught him and shuddered. Never!
“Oh, I wasn’t even the only one,” Niko grinned, seeing the expression on Kamil’s face. “Half of the girls in my glass were madly in love with him and well… if you had seen him… you’d understand.”

“Probably… All I remember about my teachers is that they were all women, quite old, some of them scary and… no, not having a crush on any of them. You’d understand if you saw them” He added as an afterthought.
“I can imagine! And I’d be kind of worried if you now told me that you would have had a crush on some lady teacher,” Niko snickered. “Hm…In junior high, there was this old history teacher that we liked to call Miss raisin, she really did look like one.” He told him with laughter.

“I had a biology teacher which we used to call frog… because of her bulging eyes. I understand that it wasn’t very nice of us and she was a very good teacher, but… a frog, yes,” Kamil nodded his head.
“Poor women, it can’t be easy being a teacher.” Niko pondered. “But a frog, that’s funny.” Niko suddenly had an image of a great big frog sitting in front of a teacher’s table and this image made him snicker once more.
“What was your favorite subject at school?” Kamil asked him; since they had started talking about school, he got curious.
“Arts,” the answer came as clear as the day, “and I liked gym classes as well, playing football and ice hockey at winter…Hm, what were yours?”
“In primary school it was Biology, surprisingly… but then English, I loved learning English. I was good at other subjects too, but English was my favorite.”
“I used to practise my English speaking it out loud when I was at home alone, and I loved practising different accents by imitating them from the shows in TV. I loved British accent.”
“I like it too, but I think Scottish accent is the coolest. I watched ‘Braveheart’ and Mel Gibson speaking Scottish accent is…” Kamil shook his head.
“Yes! Man I love that movie; it’s so great. Freedom!” Niko chuckled. “Damn, now I want to watch it again!” He shook his head. “And I want to go to Scotland.”
“Maybe you will?” Kamil chuckled slightly. They walked in silence for few moments, getting closer and closer to the park.

“Any other life dreams?” Kamil asked.
“Just ask how many!” Niko laughed. “I’d love to travel more, see places, meet new people, so that when I’m old I can say that at least I lived, you know? Hm… I have the silly dream that when I’m old, I’d move to Southern France, have a cute little house there, a small wine garden, I’d sit on the deck of the house, paint and watch as the grapes would grow…. I know it sounds so corny and I know it probably will remain only as a dream, but it’s nice to dream…How about you? What are your dreams?” Niko asked glancing at him.

“My dreams…” Kamil thought for a moment about what Niko had told him. It seemed weird to him, him being so devoid of any ambition, or so it seemed… “Hm… difficult to say, it’s all so… changing every day, and my mind is occupied with temporary goals like… finishing the college, getting a decent job and…it sounds boring,” Kamil grinned.

“It sounds normal,” Niko smiled at him, then he thought for a moment. “I know it will be difficult, making a decent living out of art, my mom had hoped that I’d choose to study something else, but… this is what I want to do, so it’s risky, but I rather risk it than go through my whole life stuck in some dusty office, always regretting that I didn’t take the chance to try. I rather be a hungry, starving artist than some bored middle aged man who hates his job.”

Kamil nodded his head, understanding and yet, again thinking how different they were from each other.

“It’s beautiful here,” Niko whispered once they had arrived to the park.
“It is, but you should come here in spring… or summer… or autumn…” Then Kamil snickered, “Ok, it’s nice all year round, I guess. What’s your favorite season?” Kamil asked, now going backwards, wanting to look at Niko’s face. “And warn me if someone is coming, don’t want to bump into anyone.”

Niko looked at Kamil with curiosity and smiled.
“My favorite time of the year…hm… Spring, definitely spring, everything is waking, you get this new sense of hope. Winters in my country are so dark with very little light and the closer to the spring it gets, people change, they are more cheerful, more open. I like that change… What’s your favorite season?”
“Were you born in spring?” Kamil asked, not answering to Niko’s question yet.
“Yes, actually I was,” Niko grinned.
“Hahaha! That’s why you like it the best!” He told him and then added, “I love winter. Winters are always so beautiful, I remember myself skiing and having tons of fun and family Christmases… And yes, I was born in winter,” he answered before Niko had the chance to ask.
“So when is your birthday?” Niko asked, as it was winter now and he wanted to know when to get Kamil a present.
“A week before Christmas Eve,” Kamil grinned. “And yours?”
“3th of May, then I can finally throw my fake ID away” Niko snickered, “hm, and I have to get you two presents, birthday and Christmas…”
Kamil was about to answer when he bumped into something that was behind him. He turned to apologize whomever he had bumped into, but recognized that it was the worthless piece of shit, Matt.


Niko felt almost as if his heart would have jumped to his throat when seeing Matt. He had completely missed him, too busy looking at Kamil’s face and now, Niko felt nauseated. Matt looked at him, then at Kamil, his eyes filled with contempt.
“Well, well, who do we have here?” He started slowly, now fully focused in looking at Niko, who felt frozen to his spot. Matt wasn’t alone either.

“You have no one here,” Kamil responded coldly, quickly joining Niko and taking his hand in his. Niko looked pale and for some reason scared. “Come on Niko, let’s go.”
“Aw, protective of the little whore, aren’t we? Isn’t this cute, all this holding hands and shit,” Matt was following them, “you freaking cowards!” Niko could hear from his voice that Matt was drunk, in the middle of the day!

Kamil stopped and turned around to face Matt, who obviously still had some issues.
“He’s not a whore,” he growled at him, “the only whore there is, is the one I’m looking at,” Kamil fixedly glared at Matt for a long moment. Then he looked at the other guy that was with him, who looked confused and… “Get you drunken friend home before he gets his nose punched again.”


Kamil turned with Niko, ready to walk away.
“Niko,” Matt still called behind them, “hey Niko!” Niko wasn’t sure what he should do. He didn’t understand what Matt wanted from him. “It won’t last, you know…”

“Just ignore him,” Niko pleaded Kamil who seemed to be ready to turn to really punch the guy in the face. Kamil nodded, though a bit stiffly.

“Hey, four eyes, your boyfriend has slept with half of the gay guys in our school, how do you like that?” Niko stopped, shocked, he turned to look at Matt who sneered at them both, “That’s right, I know.”

It was too much for Kamil, he let go of Niko’s hand and walked to where Matt stood, he swung his fist, landing it squarely on Matt’s nose. He registered the instant pain on his knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the pure satisfaction he felt.
“That’s for telling dirty lies, you scumbag.”

Matt’s friend hurried by his side to help him.
“You fucking foreigner assholes! I’ll show you, I’ll show you both!”

Niko was still feeling too shocked to say much anything, he couldn’t believe that he had let that idiot touch him, sleep with him, that… Kamil once again reached for his hand, starting to lead him away, while Matt was still shouting something after them.

“What an idiot,” Kamil muttered when they were far enough.
“He is…” Niko admitted, shuddering at the thought of Matt on top of him, in him, breathing on him… That was definitely bad taste on his part, what had he been thinking? “I can’t believe that I let that… drunk… to…” he shuddered again. Kamil didn’t say anything, just squeezed his hand and continued to lead him away from that bastard’s sight.

Once they reached the part of the park that Kamil had wanted to show him, he stopped Niko and wrapped his arms around him protectively, somehow knowing that he needed it and he kissed him, gently on the lips.
“You’re not a whore, Niko,” he whispered, thinking that he needed to hear that, “don’t believe that filthy swine.”
Niko was silent for a while, just holding Kamil,
“Thank you, Kamil, again,” he finally whispered and gave him a small smile, “he really is a swine,” he muttered then.


Kamil smiled at him, still holding Niko from his shoulders he took a step back and looked around smiling still,
“Welcome to my little away place, Niko…I know it's almost in the middle of the city but rarely visited at this time of year. You like it?"

Niko looked around; the snowy trees and the pure white ground, the mountains far in the distance, frozen pond…
“Like a little winter wonderland,” he whispered smiling to himself, “yes, I like it,” he looked Kamil in his eyes. It was true that there weren’t many people around, some old couple was walking a bit farther away from them.
“And what I like about winter…” Kamil gave him a quick grin, picking a handful of snow and rolling it into a ball, “is… snow fights!” He threw it at Niko, being careful not to hit him in the face; it was just aimed at his torso that was covered with the thick jacket anyway.


“Oh you little weasel!” Niko opened his mouth in shock though it was said with humour. “You’ll pay for that!” He grinned and reached for some snow, throwing a ball at Kamil, aiming his chest.

Kamil quickly dodged, Niko’s aim was a little off and his ball missed his chest, hitting his upper arm.
“I’m not a weasel!” He grabbed another handful of snow and walked closer, “say; Kamil is not a weasel’ or this snow will eventually end up down your shirt.”

Niko backed away quickly, taking some snow in his hands and backing up some more.
“You’ll have to catch me first,” he challenged Kamil with a grin.

Kamil flashed him a smirk as he took a step closer.
“Oh, I will catch you, I assure you,” another step closer. Niko laughed and threw a snow ball at him to distract Kamil, while starting to run away, he felt like a child again, excited about the game.

The snow had hit Kamil square on his chest this time, but he soon ran after Niko, trying not to slip on the slippery ground. Niko’s illness had weakened him and he wasn’t that fast, so Kamil caught him pretty quickly, his arms going around him.
“Now say it.”
Niko giggled, struggling weakly in Kamil’s hold.
“What? What do you want me to say?” he breathed out
“’Kamil’s not a weasel’. Repeat!” He ordered with a smile, when watching Niko’s laughing face.
“And…what if… I don’t say it?” Niko pushed his luck.
“This snow will make its way under your shirt,” he threatened, though knowing that he couldn’t do it, not so soon after Niko’s illness. Even now he noticed how out of breath Niko seemed to be.
“Alright, alright! Kamil is not a weasel,” Niko grinned at him, easing his struggling. “There, happy?”
“Very,” Kamil quickly kissed the tip of Niko’s nose, who soon enough started coughing a little, his lips slightly shivering. Kamil’s hand went to his cheek,
“Hm…You’re feeling cold?” Niko shook his head,
“I’m okay.”
“Liar,” Kamil accused, smiling gently, “I can’t have you ill again, let’s go home and warm you up,”
“Warm me up in bed?” Niko suggested with a hopeful tone, giving Kamil a meaningful look.
“Warm you up with hot chocolate,” Kamil grinned in return, “you little sex driven beast…” He took Niko’s hand in his and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Though, who knows, maybe later?” He raised his eyebrow and gave Niko a look that made him smile.

Walking back home, across the streets of the city was a learning experience for Kamil; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, to show feelings, to be more open to other people? They had walked all the way holding hands, and apart from Matt, they hadn’t gotten any spiteful comments, just odd looks, but he had expected worse.

At home he helped Niko to take his jacket off.
“Now…” He started half seriously, “I want…”

Niko raised his eyebrow, smiling at Kamil,
“You want…?” he started slowly, looking keenly at him.
“Something sweet,” Kamil grinned, “You and your dirty mind!” Kamil joked, quickly kissing Niko on his lips. “And I want to bake a cake, will you help me?”
“You have yourself to blame for my dirty mind and how it’s working right now,” Niko pulled a fake pout on his face before he smiles. “But ok, a cake, I like cakes and I can help… but just to warn you, last time that I tried to bake a cake, it turned out to be a kitchen nightmare and I must have forgotten something because it was… really flat, and mom said that…hm.. ok… now I’m just blabbering… let’s bake that cake!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I KNOW exactly how to make a cake. You like yeast pie?” Kamil asked him, checking if they had the ingredients. “What fruit do you like it?”
“I like… apples and…oranges… and watermelon, kiwi, hm… but you can’t use the last two in a pie or… can you…? Oh, oh! We could try a cucumber cake!” Niko burst with a laughter, he could mentally see the pained and yet slightly amused look that would form on his mother’s face.

“NO cucumber,” Kamil scrounged his face, imagining yeast pie and cucumber. “Uhh Niko… NO cucumber! And oranges won’t do either. I guess it’s apple pie then,” Kamil decided, but then discovered that they were lacking few ingredients. “We need yeasts and margarine… we have milk, and apples and eggs…”

“What do you have against cucumbers, Kamil? Are you… jealous of them?” Niko joked, “I promise that I won’t try to give them blow jobs anymore, would it ease your cucumber relationship?”

Kamil gave him an amused look and rolled his eyes.
“I- you’re weird,” he smiled, to which Niko nodded.
“Thank you, and I am…” he smiled almost proudly, “Could we add some cherries in to then?” Niko asked, to be honest he wasn’t even sure how yeast pie would look like, was it like a… fruit cake? Or was it a pie? Like an apple pie? He wasn’t sure.
“Yes, cherries can go too, though it will be a bit tedious…”
“Tedious… tedious cherries?” Niko snickered, not understanding what Kamil meant by it. “We don’t have to add cherries, if you don’t like, you know better than I do.” He nodded.

“Alright, let’s make you some hot chocolate and then go shopping,” Kamil smiled.


**^^**^^**

“Um, what if they don’t have cherries?” Kamil asked on their way to the store.
“I think it’s safer to let you decide what we put in it, because you know, if it were up to me, I’d most probably put something silly in it like… ketchup, or…tomatoes,” Niko grinned. “Once, when I was maybe 6 or 7 I thought to surprise mom on mother’s day, so I got up reeeally early to bake a cake for her. So I started to wonder; what does mom like? I remembered that she likes salmiac, which is this salty black candy that they don’t sell here, anyways and I also remembered that she liked bananas. So what else would be better than a banana salmiac cake?” Niko snickered. “The only problem I had was that I really wasn’t sure how to make one, so I tried to remember again what mom did when baking a cake. I took a large bowl, poured in some flour and milk and eggs, sugar, pieces of butter and of course a couple of bananas and those candies. Then I mixed it with my hands getting quite dirty in the process because I noticed how nice it felt under my hands. I thought it would be the most brilliant cake ever made.” He glanced at Kamil, “You should have seen my mother’s face when she stepped into the kitchen that morning, there I was, standing with the odd cake on the table, waiting for the oven, myself covered in flour and dough and the kitchen… well…” Niko gave a bright smile, “so my point is, that it is much better and safer, if I leave the responsibility of the cake on your shoulders.”
“That was…” Kamil snorted, imagining the cake that Niko had been trying to make and not being able to keep a serious face. “God, I wish I could see her face!” Kamil snickered for some time, the people passing them, giving him odd looks – a loon laughing as he walks… but he didn’t care at the moment. Laughing in the streets was not forbidden, nor was it indecent. “Ok,” he took a deep breath. “So… we can put anything on the top of the cake, some fruit, but the ones not too juicy, marmalade, jam… oh kruszonka!” He remembered suddenly.

Niko couldn’t help but to snicker when watching Kamil’s laughing face. So at least he had made him laugh with his weird true story.
“What is krus…onka? Krusonka?”
“Krouszonka,” Kamil repeated the word more slowly. “It’s like… hm, sweet dough one puts on the top of yeast pie… though I guess it can be baked quite separately… but my mom always put it on top of yeast pie… sweet and crunchy…” He gave Niko a smile. “I’m sure you’ll like it. I can smear it all over you…” Bad images! He could actually imagine Niko covered with the sweet dough and…

Niko smirked at him.
“Smear it all over me and…?” He gave him a suggestive look, then poked Kamil’s side with a soft laughter. “See, all your fault, you feed these images to me…” he grinned, “not that I mind it much.” He whispered after in Kamil’s ear.

“Caught red handed,” Kamil admitted, the images still in his head, but he tried not to give in. “So, anyway… I could use some kruszonka, and apples and… that’s it. Too much of a good thing will just make the pie too heavy,” he decided, then took Niko by his hand and dragged him faster to the supermarket
“We need to hurry, it takes time, making this cake."
"Oh okay..." Niko walked by Kamil’s side, happy to hold his hand, not caring of the looks they got, some curious, some angry, some… well, he didn’t mind, he felt happy and he was not going to let anything ruin it. Not even Matt and the lies he had told.

“Can we get ice cream, oh and we could make some ice cubes in the freezer, yes?” Niko asked once they had reached the store, he thought of all the things that they could do with ice….

“We could,” Kamil agreed, looking for the items he would need for the cake. He found yest in the dairy section and next to it was the section with frozen food. “Go and check if they have ice cream.”

“Kamil, if they wouldn’t have ice cream, I would take that as a sign that the world is coming to an end!” Niko snickered, “what kind do you like the best? Strawberry? Chocolate? Vanilla?”
“Vanilla,” Kamil told him picking the yeast then he went to the freezer with Niko, “and you?”
“I like strawberry, with real strawberry bits in it… Let’s take both?”
“Let’s,” Kamil nodded, picking small buckets with the said flavours. “Now … how about some cherries for you? I know it’s winter and they don’t have fresh fruit, but they may have… uhh, how do you call it when the fruit is in jug, with juice?”
“Um… säilyke?” Niko grinned after not being able to remember the English word. “I don’t remember what they call it in English. Uh, don’t you just hate it when that happens?”
“Yeah, it’s kompot in Polish, but beats me what it’s called in English…” Kamil dragged Niko towards the section where they had fruits and vegetables in jugs.

“There, cherries and even strawberries, pick.”
“I’ll take cherries… do you like them, by the way?”
“Yes, we have cherry season in Poland, in June and at the beginning of July, my mom always tells me that I live on cherries, then,” Kamil told him, putting the jug in the basket. “Do we need anything else? Cucumbers?” He asked with a smirk.
“Hmm…well… I ran out of cucumbers… and I would like them, but this time, like I said, only to eat and not…” Niko grinned, leaning closer, “this time, I have a much better object to practise on, don’t I?” He whispered, brushing Kamil’s ear with his lips. Then he moved away. “Okay, let’s get cucumbers!” he walked towards the vegetable section, “kurkkuja, kurkkuja, herkullisia, mehukkaita kurkkuja,” he quietly sang to himself.

Kamil watched after him with a fine blush dusting his cheeks after Niko’s suggestion that… he followed after him, shamelessly ogling him, then realising where his thoughts were running to, he shook his head. What was it with him? Was he obsessed with sex now? Then he heard Niko’s quiet singing; he had a nice voice. “Kurkku-ya? Is it cucumber in Finnish?” Niko glanced at him, smiled as he reached out to pick the best looking vegetables that he could.
“Yes, it is, but strangely enough kurkku also means throat in Finnish.” Niko grinned, raising his eyebrow. “Okay, I have them, do we have everything else now?”
“I think so,” Kamil nodded, “Let’s go and pay for the shopping and then back home! And then… buchta!”
“Buchta?” Niko asked. “I’m so getting myself a Finnish-Polish dictionary next week.” He nodded to himself, while they walked towards the check out, “assuming that what you just said was Polish?”
“Yup, it was, but you wouldn’t find it in that dictionary,” Kamil shook his head, paying for their shopping, “That’s the name my mom gave to that pie so…”
“Ah I see,” Niko nodded, packing everything in the back-bag he had brought with him.

“Ok, Swedish kid, now we’re going to teach you to bake Polish cake called buchta,” Kamil announced as they left the market.
“Okay, but… you better keep an eye on me, so I won’t get to ruin it,” Niko grinned, “I might do something silly as to add ketchup in it when you’re not looking,” he joked.

“I’m not even letting you near ketchup,” Kamil informed him. “Or cake, you’ll be… fetching things, cleaning things and keeping me company, how about that?”
“Okay, I can do that” Niko smiled.


Finally they got into their flat.
“Feel free to order me around, I owe it, after all you did for me this week,” Niko told him, undressing his jacket in the hall and leaving it on the hanger.
“Ok, I will, but don’t even try whining,” Kamil said seriously, though inside he wanted to snicker like a madman.
“First I need a clean bowl, some flour, eggs, warm milk… you may actually start with warming the milk,” he instantly changed into a cooking nazi. “A glass of it, warmed but not too hot, with two spoons of butter, and I’ll look for the bowl.”

Niko rolled his eyes and snickered,
“Oh, I’ve woken the demon,” he joked as he went to fill the task given to him. “What will you do if I mess up?” Niko asked, warming the milk in front of the stove.
“I’ll punish you,” Kamil answered as if he was promising something pleasant. At the same time he quickly poured flour into the bowl, added yeast, a handful of sugar and two eggs. “Is the milk warm?” He asked, but at the same time checked it himself, after finding that it was, he took it carefully and poured into the flour. "Now I have to wait until the yeasts start ... uh ... working? Just five minutes."

Niko walked closer, looking into the bowl.
“Can I taste the dough when it’s ready? I like dough,” Niko asked.
“Not this one, you’d get stomachache, but when I’ll be making kruszonka…” Kamil smirked, “I’ll be sure to make plenty.”
“Yes, so you have something to smear on me,” Niko grinned, getting a grin back.

Kamil checked if the yeast had started working and it had, changing sugar into something else, he washed his hands thoroughly and started mixing everything until it was a ball of solid yellowish dough. It was quite difficult to make good yeast dough and then not let it spoil.
“Hm, now the dough needs to rise… for some time… so I will make kruszonka. And you take the baking pan and smear it with butter, but really THROUGHLY.”
“Yes boss,” Niko joked, taking the butter from the fridge and then the pan from one of the cabinets. He took a piece of butter, put it on a piece of paper and then started to butter the pan; this was how he had seen his mother do it.

“Buttery enough for you, sir?” He showed the pan to Kamil, who quickly checked it.
“Corners,” he informed him as he started to make the kruszonka, cutting a big chunk of butter and mixing it with a bit of flour and lots of sugar, then kneading it until it became a solid mass.

Niko sighed dramatically.
“A mistake already!” Then he gave it another try, taking extra care in the corners. “Better?”

Once again Kamil looked at the baking pan.
"You forgot something." He told Niko, who looked at the pan in his hands in confusion, then back at Kamil.
“What? It looks buttery enough to me,” he told Kamil, frowning as he took another look.
"I didn't say it wasn't buttery enough, I said you forgot about something," Kamil raised his eyebrows.

"Um, what?" Niko couldn’t remember what he could have forgotten. Kamil smirked.
"Kiss the cook?"
“Oh!” Niko laughed, “how could I forget THAT?” He asked as he leaned closer to give Kamil a kiss on his lips. “Mmmm…” he moaned into Kamil’s mouth, who returned the kiss as enthusiastically as it was given. Then he broke it.
"Yes, now the cook has motivation to work. Open your mouth," he ordered half seriously this time. Niko gave him an amused look,
“Sanasi on lakini,” he whispered before opening his lips. Kamil tore a piece of the kruszonka dough and put it on Niko’s tongue.
“Any good? Sweet enough?” He asked and then added, “and what did that mean, the words in Finnish?”
“Mmm… sweetness,” Niko licked his lips and then smiled. “Your word is my law, that’s what it meant,” he told him.

Kamil raised his eyebrows once more, but he didn’t really know how else he should respond, that was something he found… humbling, really. “Oh,” he shoved a piece of dough in his mouth, “hm… I guess it’s sweet enough, now we only have to wait for the yeast to rise… we may prepare apples. Can you peel apples?”
“No, I can’t,” Niko responded with as serious face as he could manage. “To peel an apple? Dear God… that is simply…” Then he shook his head and grinned, “Yes, of course I can, and sorry…”

“Peel three and…I’ll grate them,” Kamil offered, chewing the sweetness in his mouth.
Niko took three apples just like asked and started to peel them, trying to get the peel off in one long ribbon, with the first one he failed, but with the second he got it.
“Look, look!” he showed the ribbon to Kamil, with childlike enthusiasm and then laughed at himself. He really was acting like a three year old.

"Well done, and reward is in order," Kamil smiled and took the peeled apple from Niko’s hand. "Anything in particular you'd fancy?"
"A kiss..." Niko answered, "All I ask is a kiss."
"That's a reward for me, too, come to think of it ..." Kamil smiled, coming closer to Niko and giving him a short, almost chaste kiss. "I'm afraid that if I were to kiss you differently, our cake would go to hell ... And I really want you to taste it." Niko snickered.
"Okay, okay, I'll settle to that then, maybe I get a longer taste of you after the cake." He grinned, "Okay, one more apple to peel," He sighed and turned around to continue.

Kamil grinned, not being able to stop himself from doing what he did next, he leaned forward and kissed the back of Niko’s neck, giving it a lick after with his pointed tongue and then getting the next apple to grate.

Niko glanced at Kamil, smiling wide, this felt nice, more than nice and he couldn’t remember the last time that he would have felt this happy. He could only hope that this time it would last.

"Okay, what do you want me to do next, I'm out of job," he said after finishing the third apple.

"For a moment, not much more to do, just waiting, for ... hm ... thirty minutes, until the dough rises.”

"Hm, thirty minutes, huh?" Niko gave him a sly grin, approaching him slowly.

"Oh, does this predatory look in your eyes and on your face mean something?" Kamil continued grating the last apple.

Niko walked behind him, wrapping his arms around him from behind, he kissed his neck.
“Hm… maybe?” Kamil smiled, the kiss on his neck felt ticklish and definitely pleasant.

"Hm ... does it mean that I have to move the grated apples somewhere safe?"
"Might be a good plan, yes," Niko murmured, kissing his neck once more, giving a lick along the side, then nuzzling Kamil’s shoulder with his forehead.
"I think a very good plan ..." Kamil stated seriously, already feeling himself responding to Niko's closeness. "Can I turn around? Or ..."
"Mmh, turn, yes, I want to kiss you," Niko whispered, giving him some room to do so.
"You're a bossy one .." Kamil chuckled as he turned. "Hm ... do you mind getting a bit ... sticky?" "Sticky, mmm, don't mind getting a bit sticky once in a while." Niko chuckled, looking at him, his hands resting on Kamil’s waist.
"Then ... good .." Kamil reached with his sticky from apple juice hands to Niko’s face, cupping it and giving him a long, slow kiss.

Niko closed his eyes, moving his hands behind Kamil’s back, stroking his skin softy through the fabric. Then he reached for Kamil’s hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing and licking his fingers, looking in his eyes while doing so.
"I promised to clean," he explained. "Now the other hand...?"
"Err ..." this was threatening to cause stickiness somewhere else, Kamil thought. "Hmmm ... how about I just wash my hands?" He pleaded Niko, being absolutely sure that he could not withstand another round of… this.
“Well, if you’d rather wash them…but…” he brought Kamil’s other hand on his lips anyway, “…I could… you know?” he smiled in a suggestive manner.

Kamil gulped, trying not to make it loud, feeling more and more tempted by the second, but… no…
“I’ll just wash my hands…” he moved towards the sink where he opened the cold water and washed away the remains of apple juice. Then he turned around to Niko and gave him a brief smile.

"You know, I have an idea ... what about we play a game called guilty/not guilty?"
"Okay," Niko smiled back, "I am not familiar with this game, can you tell me the rules of it?"
“I give you a situation, for example ... got lost ... or ..." he smirked, "had sex in a bus ... and you answer guilty or not guilty, depending if you did it or not. Clear?"

"Okay, clear," Niko sat in front of the table. "Who starts?"
"Would you like to?" Kamil offered him the first round.
"Um, I can try... um...Had sex in a bus?" Niko snickered, "Sorry, I will ask something original when I get a hang of this."
"Not guilty," Kamil stick his tongue at him. "OK, so ... scared someone really big time? Like ... that someone ran away, screaming?"

"Um... guilty, and guilty times double and more," Niko grinned. "My mom, step siblings, my best mate...um... Told someone a big lie."

"Guilty as hell, many times ... but only when I was younger. Now I really hate lies and try not to ... damaged something and hid that fact from everyone?"
"Guilty once more... Mom's music box... I was a child and very scared that she'd hate me after, she didn’t..... Dated a girl."
"Not guilty ... I tried to ... I guess I wanted to prove myself I'm not ... gay ... but in the end didn't." Kamil tapped his nose with his finger, thinking of another question. "Met the love of your life." Once again he stuck his tongue at him, but inside feeling curious of what he would answer.

Kamil’s question made Niko think for a while, the love of his life? Had he? Roni… he had at one time felt like he loved him, and… well he had loved him, but if the person you loved was fake then it couldn’t have been real and now… no, he couldn’t say that he honestly had loved Roni, not after everything. So Roni wasn’t the love of his life, but maybe, maybe he had met the love of his life and right now he was sitting across from him? But there was no way he could reveal to Kamil that he was actually thinking of such a thing and… he was taking too long to answer.
“I don’t know if I’m guilty,” he replied as honestly as he could. “Hm, same question.”

"Oh, you can't return the question, I forgot to mention," Kamil grinned. "Sorry, you have to change it."

"Evilness" Niko muttered. "Changed the rules of a game, when the other can't tell," he grinned then.

"But it REALLY can't be returned, I cross my heart and hope to die!" He swore like Americans did.
"Haha, so, that's... not guilty then?"
"Aww ... not guilty, I guess ..." Kamil finally gave up. "But if you continue like this ..." he gave him a grin and then thought of the situation. "Got caught when wanking."

"Ehem, yup, guilty," Niko hang his head and shook it. "Lucky though… that it was my ex… not ex at the time… got caught... watching porn."
"Not guilty, was very, very careful," Kamil smirked, "If I ever got caught, my dad would skin me alive ..." then again, he took a few seconds to think of a question. "Got caught ... by someone from your family ... kissing someone."
"Guilty, my mom has always known, my family knows..." Niko told him. "Cheated on someone."

"Not guilty, didn't even have a chance to cheat ... not with one boyfriend so far ..." Kamil frowned a little. It was him who was cheated on then. Which led him to a question, "Got cheated on."

"Guilty," the way Roni had left him was the biggest cheat that Niko could think of, had Roni cheated him with other guys? He was quite sure that he had,"send a love letter to someone,"

"Not guilty ... no occasion …" Kamil shrug. "Received a love letter."
"Guilty," Niko grinned. "Have a kink that you wouldn't tell anyone."
"Hm ... guilty," Kamil grinned back. "Prefers sex outside bedroom."

This was where Niko’s brain seemed to shut down, suddenly his thoughts were concentrating on mathematics; him + Kamil + kitchen = sex outside bedroom.
“Um… you do?”
"Hahahaha! That was the situation for you!" Kamil pointed out and Niko blinked at him.
“Oh then I think, at the moment, guilty as hell,” he nodded, staring at Kamil, “and on an afterthought, do you mind if we stop, I think I need a cold shower…because otherwise…” he pointed at Kamil, “you’re in trouble.” Niko grinned again, getting up.


"Ok, go and have your cold shower, and I'm going to take care of the cake here, I think, the dough should be ready soon ... so I need to heat the oven and put the apples and kruszonka on the pie." Kamil grinned widely.
"Okay... and me; COLD shower," Niko nodded, "and when I come back, I'll be… much nicer." Niko smiled.

He walked into the bathroom, wondering how in the wold could he feel so horny? AGAIN! They had been just… sitting there and! He started undressing, then coughing… Suddenly cold shower didn’t seem like the best of ideas, he had just been sick, he could get it in his lungs if he wasn’t careful and… Well, he decided to take a warm shower and concentrate his thoughts on unsexy things… like Miss Raisin, his old teacher. And it worked, God bless her soul, he thought with a smile.

Kamil snickered to himself, taking care of the dough, spreading it evenly on the baking pan, arranging the apples and kruszonka on it. Niko was really sweet, and exciting and hot, yup, he was… His thoughts traveled to the bathroom where Niko was probably… he had seen him naked, many times, he had bathed him and all those thoughts came back to him now, the images making him feel really hot. Ok, so… now it turned out that HE needed a cold shower…

Niko stepped out of the shower and dried himself. Dressing his clothes back on, he suddenly thought of their meeting with Matt. Seriously, what was wrong with that guy? He wondered, feeling thankful that Kamil wasn’t moved by the lies he had told. It was another thing though, to calm down his sex drive.

He walked back into the kitchen, to Kamil, and kissed his cheek.
“Okay, I managed to calm down, Miss Raisin did the job,” he told him and sat in front of the table. “How’s the cake?”

"The cake should be ready in ... umm ... 40 minutes?" Kamil counted in his head the time left. "Mrs. Raisin? Oh! That teacher!"
"Yes,"Niko nodded his head and chuckled. “Hm… I can't wait to taste that cake."

"That's good. And now …" Kamil gave him a quick kiss, "I'm going to the bathroom, to imagine Mrs. Frog."

Niko sat in front of the table, waiting for Kamil to finish his shower, he flipped through some pages of the magazine, smiling to himself as he thought of Kamil in the shower. Then he groaned, not again! God, what was wrong with him?? Just when he had thought he got rid of his problem, here he was again, thinking of sex with Kamil!


Cold, coooold shower… didn’t help AT ALL! Although Kamil’s erection disappeared due to the cold, when he left the shower and started to dry himself with a towel his mind immediately supplied him with the images of Niko with him, under him, moaning… Yes, he was definitely turning into a sex maniac… because his erection returned with double force! He groaned, now he had to take another cold shower or allow himself a wank… which he didn’t want to…


Niko wondered what was taking Kamil so long. Maybe he should just go and check if he needed any… help? It was very innocent, really, he tried to assure himself, as he got up, leaving the magazine on the table and making his way toward the bathroom. He knocked softly on the door.
“Kamil, may I come in?”

Now?? Kamil looked around, but there was no escaping from it, and maybe Niko needed something from the bathroom? Oh yes, and pigs could fly!
“Yes, you can,” he licked his lips nervously and expectantly.

Niko opened the door and peeked in, he grinned, seeing Kamil there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He stepped further in and close the door after him.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Having a hard time," Kamil frowned, but then smirked. "Thanks to you."

"Me? Niko asked innocently and walked closer to him, "Hm..." He looked at him, placed his hands on his hips and then frowned. "There's this thing I need to practise on." He spoke with serious tone.

"And that is?" Kamil played innocent, though a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Well, the cucumber was, well; it was a cucumber..." He snickered. "And I would rather..." He moved his other hand down, under the towel, moving it first up on his thigh, until it reached the hard length; oh joy! "...have the real thing..." Niko grinned at him then, looking into Kamil’s eyes as he slowly knelt down in front of him. He reached out to unwrap the towel, but before he did, he looked at Kamil with question.

Yes, it was true, Kamil HAD become a lust-filled crazy sex maniac! Because the sight of Niko in front of him made his penis twitch, and his mouth opened in sudden gasp even though Niko wasn’t doing anything yet. His imagination… he had never known that he had this good imagination! It was already supplying him with very interesting images… and he would have liked to shake his head, to dispel them, but Niko would take it as a ‘no’ and at the moment he really didn’t have the strength to say ‘no’ to him. So biting his lip to stop another moan, he gave a slight nod, reaching his hand to Niko’s hair to stoke it

Niko smiled and removed the towel with Kamil’s consent. The floor was hard to be kneeling on so he used the towel to make it easier on his knees. He gave Kamil another enthusiastic grin, before concentrating on the task at hand.
“Hello,” he greeted the hard cock in front of him, smiling as he brought his hand to touch it and finally he kissed the tip of it, slowly taking it between his lips and deeper into his mouth. He wanted to be able to do it, to deep throat Kamil, so nice and slow was in order. Relaxing the muscles in his throat, back and forth, taking more of the length in everytime he went forth.

Kamil moaned again, Niko got him so unbelievably excited, he hadn’t experienced anything like it before; Niko could only watch it and this alone would make him come, Kamil was sure of it. Niko’s mouth so enticingly hot and soft around him, so incredibly arousing…
“Ni…” he could barely choke out the first part of his name before he had to bite his lip again. He wanted it to last, it felt heavenly, like everything that Niko did to him, with him. His fingers entwined in Niko’s hair and relished its softness. His legs started to feel like jelly and his hips… he tried to keep control over them, not wanting to choke Niko.

Niko looked in Kamil’s eyes, determined to get it all in his mouth, drool was dripping down on his chin, then the gag reflex kicked in making his eyes water, he had to ease down a little, slow down…. He moved his other hand down between Kamil’s legs to caress the sensitive skin there, teasing his entrance a little with his fingers, then again he tried to take in more… slowly, carefully and finally after some time he did it! He had to move back soon so that he wouldn’t start gagging again, but he never the less did it! And he felt quite proud of himself, which made him suck Kamil off even with greater passion and dedication, getting quite aroused during it.

Kamil’s eyes opened wider with pleasure as much as with shock. Niko had actually… and that wasn’t all, how could he make it so incredibly stimulating? They had slept together twice but now Kamil couldn’t believe that he had felt half as good, but maybe he had? His brain just couldn’t concentrate on anything apart from Niko, his mouth and… his own hips that were trying to break his control. At the same time he knew the he was nearing his completion, feeling his release knocking on his door…
“Oh G..od, Niko, y-you…” feel so good, so limitelessly good!

Seeing the pleasure on Kamil’s face made Niko feel even more turned on, he wanted him to feel good, no he wanted him to feel incredible! He wasn’t sure if he had ever enjoyed doing this to someone as he now did with Kamil. He moved his head back and forth faster now, looking at Kamil’s face, wanting to see the expression on his face, the pleasure he was feeling.


Kamil tilted his head backwards for a few seconds, but then forced it to snap forward to be able to look at Niko, to be able to keep watching what he was doing, how he looked like. He felt dizzy with pleasure, drunk on Niko, there was nothing in the world now, just him… And then his orgasm caught up with him, making him gasp for breath, making him fill with bliss….”Ni…” warning was just too late now.

Niko felt Kamil’s release fill his mouth, having already prepared himself for it, just by judging Kamil’s reactions. He swallowed every drop that he could and licked away those few drops that had escaped on his chin. Then he cleaned Kamil’s member, he looked up, smiled with a hint of pride before he slowly stood up.
“Felt good?” he grinned, kissing his neck lightly.

Kamil panted, trying to get a grip of himself, on his still spasming body, he felt Niko’s kiss on his neck and his hands that came around him to stroke his back in a slow, calming motion.
“Good?” He answered breathlessly. "Good is far too weak a word!" he grinned and kissed Niko’s forehead, who was now looking at him and smiling.

Smiling back, Kamil moved his hand on the front of Niko’s jeans, feeling the hardness there,

"And you turn me into a major pervert," he whispered with a soft laughter, while his fingers dealt with the zip and when it was open he sneaked his hand inside Niko’s pants, touching his member, pressing the palm of his hand flat against him and rolling it a few times before he closed his fingers around him and massaged his length with them. His free hand searched the hem of Niko’s t-shirt and having gotten there, he lifted it to one of Niko’s nipples, brushing the pad of his thumb across it, then rolled it between his fingers while his other hand still stroked Niko’s length firmly.

Niko moaned, not even trying to be quiet, he had already felt so turned on, that it didn’t take him long to reach his climax.
"I can never get enough of you," he whispered, leaning heavily against Kamil, “thank you,” he added and Kamil smiled back at him, rubbing the tip of his nose against his

"Any time," Kamil replied and realised what it might mean, but he really meant it, any time ... He pulled his hand out of his pants, his other hand leaving the confines of Niko’s t-shirt, and then he remembered.
"Shit! Niko, the cake!" He ran to the kitchen. Then, before he opened the oven where the cake was baking, he washed his hands. Food and sex don't mix, at least not in this way!

He took the cooking glove and checked he cake, he had gotten there in the last moment! A few minutes and it would have burned.

Niko followed Kamil into the kitchen after cleaning himself up. Kamil was still naked, with only a cooking glove on, the sight made him snicker.

"Now there is an inspiring view, aw, and me without a camera." He sighed, "You would look so good in some naked calendar, you know," he continue then, " but I wouldn't let anyone else have it." Niko walked closer and couldn’t help himself; he slapped Kamil’s naked butt.

"I'll get you for that slap," Kamil warned him with pretend menace in his voice as he took the cake out of the oven and put it on it, to cool a bit. "But luckily cake has been saved... though I feel as if I already had a dessert," he took off the kitchen glove and put it away in its place. "Now I have to put something on, better not to tempt fate, hah?"
"Yes, you better cover yourself unless you want to get molested by me AGAIN." Niko laughed and watched him go. Then he took a closer look of the cake.


Kamil returned into the kitchen fully dressed.
“How strong is your stomach?” He asked, checking if the cake had cooled down some. It had, but just a bit, he remembered that it always tasted best when hot and when eaten with cold milk. However, one needed to have a good stomach for it.
“Hm, I’d say I have pretty strong stomach, never had much trouble with it,” Niko told him with a smile.

Kamil decided to give it a try, cutting two pieces of the bread-like cake and putting them on two plates. But he let the pieces to cool further until there was no steam rising over the cake, then he served one piece to Niko.


"You want a glass of milk with it?" he asked, taking out a carton of milk and pouring some for himself.

"Yes, please." Niko nodded, looking at the cake in front of him, he took a small piece with his fingers to taste and put it in his mouth, "Mm... it's good."
"It is," Kamil started eating as well, careful not to scald the inside of his mouth. The cake was ... ok, his mom made it better, but this wasn’t bad at all, especially considering that this had been the first time that he had prepared it alone.... And also, he had definitely never come while baking. He snickered slightly. "This cake should be called 'come come' cake, not buchta."

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Monday came too early, Niko lay in Kamil’s arms, naked, feeling warm and comfortable there, wishing that he could stay in that bed with him for the rest of the day. He searched for Kamil’s hand to take in his own and kissed his forehead softly, smiling as he looked at Kamil’s face.

Kamil smiled, his eyes still close, pulling Niko closer, blindly he found his lips and kissed him softly.
“Good morning,” Niko whispered, “did you sleep well?”

Kamil opened his eyes and brought his hand to touch Niko's face.
"As well as I could, you ‘more! Kamil more!’" Kamil smiled lazily, kissing Niko’s neck now, “don’t want to get up,” he grumbled against it.
"Let’s not get up, lets just stay here, lets stay here forever and ever and ever." Niko sighed, stroking Kamil’s arm. "I had such a strange dream..."
"Hm, you did?" Kamil asked, still too sleepy to care about getting up.
"Yes, you'd laugh if I tell you..."
"I won't, don't have strength to laugh," Kamil admitted, still mumbling. "Tell me."
"I was at this jogging race, and I was running and running, I was winning, but the others were getting close... and this is the part where the dream turns uber gay..." Niko snickered before continuing, "and suddenly there was this little pink heart shaped air cushion, so I sat on it and it flew me slowly far and away above the sky and then... to this beautiful park and to you and we had a picnic." He finished whit his eyes close.
"A picnic, hmmm …" Kamil hummed sleepily. "No problem, we can have a picnic ... just snow ... what about in spring?"
“Yes, picnic with french bread and fruits... and cake... and wine... we could celebrate my birthday..." Niko smiled, it felt good to think stuff far ahead, to think that they'd be together then.
"Yes, 'come come' cake..." An alarm clock went off. "Can I kill it?"
"Yesh, yesh! Kill it, kill the clock...don't wanna get up...." Niko whined. "I'll call to your teachers you can call mine, let’s just say.... sorry, we're tooo ... horny? … to go to school today," He grinned.

Kamil reached blindly with his hand to look for the clock, finally finding it and switching the nerve-grating buzz off.
"I would so like to see faces of a couple of my teachers...when they hear it..." He snickered quietly. "Too horny... yup."
"Yes, I’d like to see their faces too... horny foreign gay kids..." Niko laughed and once again gave small kiss to Kamil, "Seriously... I don't want to move... from this bed that is.... school sucks sooo bad right now."

Kamil started to laugh madly now, so bad that his stomach started hurting him. Niko looked at him raising his eyebrow.
"What got into you?"
"Oh my G-god, you and your words!" Kamil panted out. "Sucks sooo bad! Has school ever sucked you?" Kamil giggled, the most unmanly sound of all sounds. "You definitely didn't learn from it ..." He cracked his eyes open and stick his tongue at him.

Niko blinked, then he laughed with sudden very weird and indecent images that filled his mind, he shoved Kamil’s arm playfully,
"Making fun of my wording, evil," he fake pouted, "Sooo... I was good then," he grinned after.

"Ouch ... Yes, I admit, you were good," Kamil nodded his head and then changed his voice a bit and started speaking formally, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Oscar for the best blow job of the year goes to Niko Kettunen and his cucumbers!"
"Wouldn't it be cool if they handed out such oscars?" Niko laughed "because I want one for real!… Imagine my mother coming over to see me, seeing such statue in my room. I’d bet she’d be reeeeally proud of her son…hm, or most likely she’d have a heart attack right then." He wondered. Then turning on his side, closer to Kamil, he added:
“By the way, you taste really good… I could eat you up, again!”

"Nikoooo," Kamil pretended to whine, though his body shakes with suppressed laughter. "Yesterday in the morning and afternoon, twice at night ... Do you think I buy the stuff?"

Niko blinked at him innocently,
"Buy the stuff?" he asked, "You are just too sexy, leaves me wanting more and more, what can I say?" he grinned again. "Okay, okay, I- I really can control myself you know, I'm not always like a cat in heat, just with you perhaps...mm… and can still feel you in me…I like it…"
"I think I like you ... in heat ... kitty," Kamil remarked and sighed, once again moving his body to lie more comfortably. "I don't want to get up..." he grumbled. "Let's lie in for a couple of minutes... please?" Kamil really didn't remember when it was the last time he had been lying in bed this long.

“Yes, let’s,” Niko agreed, closing his eyes, he really did feel tired after… all the sex they had had. And if he hadn’t already missed so many classes due to his illness, he probably would have skipped them today.
"What time do you have to get up?"
"Um...I don't know... uh.. classes start at ten I think," Niko muttered. "You?"
"I start classes at 12 today ... so we still have …" Kamil turned around to check the time; seven forty, "... almost an hour and a half before we have to get you out of bed and into the bath tub ..." he set the alarm once more, to nine. "Let's sleep some more."
"Hm, a good idea," Niko nodded his head, giving Kamil a lazy, sleepy kiss before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

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Friday seemed to come faster than ever before to Kamil, perhaps it was all those silly things that they did with Niko that made the time fly faster and now he couldn’t even think of being cold or aloof towards him. Niko made him feel relaxed and… obviously he had started to like him more than just as a friend.

Kamil had gotten home early today, earlier than expected because one of their teachers had gotten a cold. He knew that Niko wouldn’t be home until late, he had work after school and he couldn’t help but to feel slightly disappointed for that. It would have been nice to spend the evening together.

He started to prepare dinner when he heard a phone ringing, it wasn’t his phone, but Niko’s and the sound played right there in the kitchen.

After looking around, he spotted it on the cupboard, behind an old fruit platter. He decided to ignore the ringing, but then after just few minutes it started again, and then the third time… what if it was Niko’s mom? Or something urgent? He thought and grabbed the phone, pressing the green button to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Uh hello..." a distant voice answered and Kamil could hear loud music from the background "Who is this?" the unknown male voice asked.
"This is Niko's flat mate," Kamil answered frowning. "Who's speaking?"
"Ah! For a moment I thought, I got the area code wrong or something" The person, who sounded slightly drunk, laughed, "I am boyfriend, Niko's boyfriend, can I speak to him please?"
"Is that a joke?" Kamil snorted, boyfriend? Yeah, right.
"Joke?… Niko's gay… you...did … did you know?"
"Pal, are you drunk?" If this was Matt again, Kamil would really start losing it…
"A wee bit drunk, yes... but...." Then it was silent for a moment. “… look.. Niko, is he there?... just... tell him it's Roni who calls, he’ll know."
"Niko's not here, otherwise he'd be picking up the phone," Kamil explained to the 'wee bit' drunk.

"Oh, I was wanting to hear my baby’s voice, it’s been ages…” the voice whined, "Tell him, I called ok? Tell him... I miss him..."
"Sure, now go get sober," Kamil gritted out through his teeth. He wouldn't let some ... wee bit drunk to harass Niko. He quickly ended the call and put the phone away. Shaking his head as he got back to cooking, seriously, why couldn’t these drunks just leave Niko alone?


TBC.


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kashka: Hey! and thanks for such lovely and long review ^_^
Ok, I have no idea about the tomato soup, hih, most likely if I were to taste it I would like it, but myself, just like Niko *grins* finds the idea of tomato soup and meat bits odd :P but then again I do find a lot of foods odd until I taste them *snickers*
Hihi, yeah, but they are cute couple :) Hope you’ll continue liking!

Nkundra: hey there! Aws and thank you for your reviews, we very much enjoyed them and hope that you’ll continue liking our story! Heh, yeah the dudesons are crazy son of a bitches :P and Finnish beautiful? Heh, I always find it interesting when someone says that, lol. And feel free to ramble anytime! ^_^

Nathaniel: Thank you for you review! and no we haven’t abandoned this :) teeta’s been real busy, sooo I wrote this chapter that is freakishly long yes, perhaps it makes up to the looong break we had. :P
And what, you don’t trust us to do fluff? 0_0 lol, yeah,might be wise *grins*
And agreed that the last scene of the last chapter was cheesy, hihihi,