nothing,” the saddest voice he ever heard answered.
“Why are you on the brink of tears?”
“I'm not. You must be thinking that I'm a whore by doing all this,” he partly cried.
“You? Never. We both wanted and we both enjoyed this. Believe me, I've seen countless whores in my life and you're the sweetest creature I've ever seen. It's impossible not to love you the minute you see yourself in your eyes. Guntram, don't you ever think about yourself like that because you're a pure soul, nothing that can be stained or corrupted,” Constantin intoned softly, almost cursing himself for having bared his soul to the shy boy, ruining his original strategy.
“Do you really think that?”
“Yes, I do. With all my heart.”
“This month I couldn't stop thinking about you all the time. I think I'm falling for you, Constantin,” He whispered before falling asleep in the Russian's arms.
“I love you, Guntram,” he whispered as he petted the head cuddled against his chest. “You have no idea how much I do. I won't let you go away.”
Chapter 5
The silken sheets and the comfortable mattress made Guntram realise that he was not in his bed much before he opened his eyes to the new day. Nearly jumping out of the bed from the shock, he remained very quiet to realise several more things. First, it wasn't his room at all, not even the guest room in which he had already slept twice. Second, the decoration was far richer and luxurious than said guest room, as if that could be possible. Third, the pictures on the walls were not abstract as he had believed last night, proving him how trashed he had been, but an incredible Quinquela Martín and a three very delicate Raúl Soldi, if he was correct. Fourth, Constantin was nowhere to be seen or heard in the room or the bathroom. Fifth, the sun was up.
Guntram buried his head in his hands as he remembered all what he had done—drunk but not to the point of the oblivion—with Constantin and how he had enjoyed, contrary to his original idea. “Shit!” he mumbled softly. “I'm in deep shit,” he repeated squeezing his eyes, to escape the images assaulting him and the headache killing him too with the pain and nausea. For a second he wished to undo all what had occurred but he knew it was impossible. He took a deep breath, decided to face whatever could be waiting for him outside that room. Constantin had told him that he didn't want him at all. It was just an adventure.
“You look more relaxed this morning boss,” Oblomov commented, trying to sound like a little lamb.
“Yes, thank you,” Constantin answered, giving all his attention to the coffee.
“Not as good as you imagined?”
“Better actually. Ivan Ivanovich, I don't ask you such private questions.”
“Did you score at all?” Oblomov gloated, skeptical that his boss had turned into a gentleman who kissed and didn't tell.
“He's off limits for you and the others. Understand it once and forever. Is that clear?” Constantin stated very seriously. “Do I ask you what you do with your wife, Ivan Ivanovich?”
“No, boss. I apologise if my words were offensive to the lad. I had no intention at all,” Oblomov quickly said as he understood the message; the boy was not a simple fling for a night and he was going to be placed over the status of lover. Where? That remained to be seen, but at the moment he was certainly along with the wives and should be respected. Oblomov decided to keep his gaze down as the furious expression dangling in Constantin's eyes was a very bad omen. He took his laptop out of his briefcase and plunged himself into Petrobras latest data.
Guntram got finally dressed, with his hair combed, after nearly dying of shame when he saw the hickey on the right side of his neck. For the tenth time, he pulled up the collar of his shirt in a vain attempt to hide it but it was useless. After finishing tying up his shoe laces, he asked himself how he was going to face Constantin. 'With the same face you
“Why are you on the brink of tears?”
“I'm not. You must be thinking that I'm a whore by doing all this,” he partly cried.
“You? Never. We both wanted and we both enjoyed this. Believe me, I've seen countless whores in my life and you're the sweetest creature I've ever seen. It's impossible not to love you the minute you see yourself in your eyes. Guntram, don't you ever think about yourself like that because you're a pure soul, nothing that can be stained or corrupted,” Constantin intoned softly, almost cursing himself for having bared his soul to the shy boy, ruining his original strategy.
“Do you really think that?”
“Yes, I do. With all my heart.”
“This month I couldn't stop thinking about you all the time. I think I'm falling for you, Constantin,” He whispered before falling asleep in the Russian's arms.
“I love you, Guntram,” he whispered as he petted the head cuddled against his chest. “You have no idea how much I do. I won't let you go away.”
Chapter 5
The silken sheets and the comfortable mattress made Guntram realise that he was not in his bed much before he opened his eyes to the new day. Nearly jumping out of the bed from the shock, he remained very quiet to realise several more things. First, it wasn't his room at all, not even the guest room in which he had already slept twice. Second, the decoration was far richer and luxurious than said guest room, as if that could be possible. Third, the pictures on the walls were not abstract as he had believed last night, proving him how trashed he had been, but an incredible Quinquela Martín and a three very delicate Raúl Soldi, if he was correct. Fourth, Constantin was nowhere to be seen or heard in the room or the bathroom. Fifth, the sun was up.
Guntram buried his head in his hands as he remembered all what he had done—drunk but not to the point of the oblivion—with Constantin and how he had enjoyed, contrary to his original idea. “Shit!” he mumbled softly. “I'm in deep shit,” he repeated squeezing his eyes, to escape the images assaulting him and the headache killing him too with the pain and nausea. For a second he wished to undo all what had occurred but he knew it was impossible. He took a deep breath, decided to face whatever could be waiting for him outside that room. Constantin had told him that he didn't want him at all. It was just an adventure.
“You look more relaxed this morning boss,” Oblomov commented, trying to sound like a little lamb.
“Yes, thank you,” Constantin answered, giving all his attention to the coffee.
“Not as good as you imagined?”
“Better actually. Ivan Ivanovich, I don't ask you such private questions.”
“Did you score at all?” Oblomov gloated, skeptical that his boss had turned into a gentleman who kissed and didn't tell.
“He's off limits for you and the others. Understand it once and forever. Is that clear?” Constantin stated very seriously. “Do I ask you what you do with your wife, Ivan Ivanovich?”
“No, boss. I apologise if my words were offensive to the lad. I had no intention at all,” Oblomov quickly said as he understood the message; the boy was not a simple fling for a night and he was going to be placed over the status of lover. Where? That remained to be seen, but at the moment he was certainly along with the wives and should be respected. Oblomov decided to keep his gaze down as the furious expression dangling in Constantin's eyes was a very bad omen. He took his laptop out of his briefcase and plunged himself into Petrobras latest data.
Guntram got finally dressed, with his hair combed, after nearly dying of shame when he saw the hickey on the right side of his neck. For the tenth time, he pulled up the collar of his shirt in a vain attempt to hide it but it was useless. After finishing tying up his shoe laces, he asked himself how he was going to face Constantin. 'With the same face you
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