Fun & Freak

What he was at home felt right away. He heard his footsteps on the stairs, the stomping in the hallway and the predictable knocking on the door. The handle moved, but the door did not open. So cute. - Svyatoslav, stop it. Open the door. - Breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the whole week on the table. You are so fond of casseroles. - Holy! Baby, I'm sorry, the casserole is just an accident. Mick often wore it to me - that's all. I just got used to eating it at work. - Congratulations, now you'll be eating it at home! Joy, right? - What a kindergarten! - A blow to the door...

POV Svyatoslav Stefan's day off Stefan hid in the portal, and the glow didn't go away. I took a step forward, making sure everything was okay, but somehow I was carried away. I'm on the floor, my coccyx hurts, someone nervous sneezes angrily from behind, and the portal is gone. - I won't let go! Nowhere! You are mine! - the best man in the two worlds growled. - Easy, Hank, I'm not going anywhere. Just seeing Stefan off. I got comfortable on his chest and yawned sweetly. Stepha did, and now you can sleep...

- Tell me, Tem, if I told you I wasn't from America at all, but I lied because I couldn't tell the truth, would you be very offended? - lying on his lap, I used to drive my finger around his nipple while he was rubbing ointment on my stomach. - You're still a fugitive from the African colony, aren't you? - No. Scarier. - Hmm, are you a Ravinsky clone? - No," I laugh when he goes through his arms on the sides, tickling. - In that case, I have nothing to be afraid of. - And you won't be offended? - Tell me what you are, little seducer...

White as a canvas, Stepan, watching evil but leaving in silence. Artyom takes his breath and abruptly imprints his fist into the wall. - It was necessary to put it in its place long ago. Stefan, alive? I look up at him from the bottom up and I don't understand why this is all? Why did he come to help me? Was it a pity? - I said, are you okay? Stefan, he's trying to help me get up, but I'm shoving his hands off. My stomach was on fire, but my soul was sicker. I bit my hand so I wouldn't scream in my voice in pain...

Upset, I got dressed quickly and left the apartment myself. I don't want him to drive me, I'll get there myself. All-day long, sitting in the apartment, I analyzed yesterday and this morning. Well, where did it go wrong? - You have to go and buy wine or beer. I should relax a little bit. After setting a goal, I went to the supermarket, hoping to quickly buy what I needed and return home. - Oh, an angel! - exclaimed Alex, a friend of mine from the race. He punched me on the head, looking into my basket...

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I...I won't do it again. I hid my hands under the table. I'm not good for anything else, except creating problems. - Hell, that's not what I meant," Artyom raised his head off his hands. - I knew it was nothing like that, and no one was crying here. I'm not going to! Otherwise, he'll call me a rag too... - Oh, for fuck's sake! Stefan, come here," he said. He'd already gotten used to it these days by the waist. - Look at his hands. What do you see? - Fingers in bandages. - How many times did you cut yourself? - Four - fingers, to tell the truth, were sick...

In ten minutes. - Hop! Horizontal twine! Hop! The cord is vertical! - I shouted on the floor, changing the exercises. Music rattled all over the apartment, the girls on TV were doing the same thing as me. I mean, I repeated after them. - And now the bridge! - the coach exclaimed. There will be a bridge, miss! - Hop! Bridge from the floor! Hop! The bridge is standing! - I supported myself with a scream. And when I stood on the bridge, raising one foot up, I saw Artem smiling at the front door, who seemed to have been standing there for a long time and watching...

Artyom didn't shove me at the sight of his roommate, he just pressed me harder. He stuck to his neck and relaxed. He's holding it here with his own hands. I'm not alone anymore. - You look like you weren't in America, you were making money in Africa. - It was," he said. Artyom went to the apartment, which was like one big high-tech hall. The kitchen flowed into the living room and the living room into the bedroom. There were no cushions, paintings, carpets, flowers. The walls were of steel and the floor was covered with black parquet...

- Holy shit, holy shit! It is charged! Charged! I jumped up with a knot on my head, not knowing who was yelling what. I had been sleeping very badly the last days, I was always hot, my head was cracking and I wanted to have sex to the tips of my hair. But because Stefan slept with me all the time and Hank was at work during the day, nothing worked out. Sometimes all we could do was jerk off before he left. - Who? Phone? Why did you charge up? Was he discharged? Did you cut into poker all night again?...

We arrived at the supermarket in the impressive black jeep that Stefan used to squeal from. He was a wild lover of cars, bikes, and everything related to them. Hank went dark every minute. And I was as happy as an elephant! Jealousy is good. - Let's take the cart and go ahead. Stefan was the first one to switch over to his list and products. Hank was just ahead of me, but he wouldn't let me out of his sight. As soon as I walked into the supermarket, I was shocked. Even my mouth was covered with my palm...

- Revenge is a sweet thing! We were running around the house like little kids until I buried him in pillows. - You took someone else's husband away! With another husband alive! - Steph shouted again, but there was only slyness and fun in his eyes. - Thank you," he clenched tightly. - You're a funny man, Svetik. I miss you," Steph whispered, "to Aghtyom. But you can't. - Let's go back, don't worry, and your Ahtem will not go anywhere. - It's a stupid letter, - repeated after him in one voice, coming in laughing again...

We were lying with Stefan in the shape of a star in the room allocated to me, chewing the apples we found. Stef's things were for me to doubt. I pulled on his home leggings and a spacious T-shirt. Stephy also took off his shameful short shorts (who buys such things at all? Terrible and that's all. I should have taken white shorts, not black ones) and put the same on. We were like two drops of water. - So that's what it's like to smell," Steph thoughtfully pulled. - Tell us about your feelings. - They stuck a raspberry in my nostrils, it felt like it...