Attraction

Attraction – part 7

In the tavern Andre told Bernard everything about conspiracy with Bollanet. First about how Bollanet asked him to spy on them, and then about how he tricked him.

“I had some suspicions about this guy.” He explained. “I wondered why your relationship interested him so much. And one day I found out. You were talking about him, and I heard your conversation. Everything became clear. I decided to do something about it. So I spied on him and at the same time informed the police. Fortunately we were able to catch him on time.”

“Thank you. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“You don’t have to. I already have Bollanet’s payment.” Andre smiled.

“Aren’t you afraid of revenge?”

“I think your lover will make sure he won’t have an opportunity for revenge.

Mentioning Durer reminded Bernard about something. His secret had been revealed. He still didn’t know if Durer would like to be with him after that.

“What’s wrong? You became so sad suddenly?”

“It’s nothing.” Bernard clamed his friend down. But in fact he felt awful. He had to talk with Durer. He couldn’t let him leave.


When he visited him Durer didn’t look angry or happy. He wore this emotionless expression which people usually have when they want to hide their thoughts.

“Do you hate me?” Bernard asked with shaking voice.

“Why should I?”

“Because... you know... I did it with your father.” The silvered haired man lowered his head in shame.

Durer let out a sight.

“That’s true I’m not pleased, but I guess you had good intentions after all.”

“I’m so stupid! I wanted to help you, but only screwed up everything.”

“Bernard?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up!” Without a warning, Durer grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him passionately. In that one, short moment Bernard forgot about the anxiety he had felt before and gave up totally, nearly melting in his lover’s arms. He responded to the kiss, deepened it, trying to never let go. Soon they ended up in bed.


“Mmmm...” Bernard purred in afterglow, clinging to his lover’s sweaty body. “I feel so happy now. I thought you would leave me.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Can you hold me, please?”

To his surprise Durer did it. He felt his warm embrace, smiled and said:

“I guess what you said when you were drunk was true.”

Durer’s expression changed from calm to quite alarmed.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

‘Oh, shit he doesn’t remember.’ Bernard realized a mistake he made. He wished he had never said that.

“Did I do or say something stupid?”

‘Damn, what should I do?’ Bernard thought. Of course he could tell the truth, but what if then Durer would say something he didn’t wanted to hear? It would be too painful. “You... you said you... like cuddling.” He said at last.

“I had to be really drunk to say something like that.”

“Yeah... you were.”

Fortunately the conversation ended here, and they went to sleep.


The morning sunlight woke up Bernard first. He yawned and got up. He felt wonderful. All his problems seemed the matter of the past now. He made coffee, and Durer woke up soon after. They drank the coffee, savoring peaceful atmosphere when someone knocked to the door.

“I’ll open.” Bernard offered. There was no point in hiding their relationship anymore. At least not in prison. He opened, and... Froze. Outside a group of policemen was standing, the same which took Bollanet few days ago.

They entered the room, without asking for permission, and approached confused Durer.

“You’re under arrest.”

“Excuse me?” Durer couldn’t believe what they said.

“It was revealed that you were involved in illegal business with your father.”

“What? Tell them it’s a lie!” Bernard looked utterly shocked. But Durer’s lack of reply shocked him even more. He watched him being taken away by police, and couldn’t do anything with that. He became helpless again.


He opened the cell and came inside. Durer, sitting on the floor, sent him a cold look. He didn’t want to show weakness.

“So it’s true.” Bernard couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why?!”

“I decided it’s not important.” The blond said emotionless.

“Not important?! How can you call it ‘not important’? They want to sentence you to death because of this ‘not important’ thing.”

“Now, when you know everything, you don’t love me anymore, do you?” Durer still looked indifferent.

“Are you really that stupid? Of course I love you.” Bernard couldn’t take it anymore and a few tears fell down on the floor. It surprised Durer, but he didn’t comment. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Actually there is. Here...” He handed him a letter. “Give it to my brother. The address is on the envelope. He will find a way to get me out of here.”

At that moment Bernard saw a ray of hope.


Soon Durer was found innocent and released, but without his father. Bollanet stayed in prison. Durer decided to pull some strings and change Bollanet’s sentence from death penalty to life imprisonment, but not because of mercy. He did it to turn his father’s life into hell. He had his revenge at last. But still, there was something he had to do.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Asked Bernard, standing with his lover in front of magnificent looking mansion.

“I’m sure. I need to face it.”

They went inside. The house looked very empty. Everything was covered with dust. But at the same time it seemed so peaceful there.

“So that’s the place where you lived before the revolution.” Said Bernard. “Why your father didn’t sell it?”

“I have no idea. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else to live there.”

“He could stay here.”

“I guess it would bring too much painful memories.”

They wandered around, watching everything what had been left there.

“Who’s that?” Bernard stopped, looking at the portrait of a beautiful woman.

“My mother.”

“Wow, you look so similar to her.”

“I know.” Durer went somewhere, and Bernard stayed, admiring the picture. A few minutes later he heard a music flowing from another room.

He went to check it, and found Durer playing the piano. The sight took his breath away.

“I didn’t know you can play instruments.”

“Well, I haven’t done this for fifteen years, but I guess I still remember how to play this.”

At first Bernard just stood and listened, but then he felt he needs to show Durer how much he loves him. So he came closer, and embraced his lover from behind. Durer stopped playing, and sat like that for a moment. A few minutes later he grabbed Bernard by his arms, pushed him on the floor and landed on him.

“What are you.... hmphhh...” Bernard couldn’t say anything else with his mouth occupied by Durer’s tongue.

The kiss lasted quite long, so when they finished, Bernard had to take a really deep breath.

“What are you doing?” He asked puzzled when Durer started undressing him.

“I want you. Now.”

“But here?”

“Do you have problem with that?”

“Uh... no...” Bernard bit his lip when Durer started sucking on his nipple. “It’s just... weird.” But it felt good. He wanted more.

Durer gave both Bernard’s nipples enough attention, and started working on his zipper. When the pants were off at last, he touched the tip o his leaking penis.

“I can see you want this as much as I do.” Durer unbuttoned his trousers. He couldn’t wait. He wanted to be inside him, and feel this wonderful heat.

“Ahhhh!!!” Bernard screamed. He didn’t expect Durer to enter him so quickly, but on the other hand, he liked it this way. They started moving on the floor, and the main advantage was they could be as loud as they wanted to. Bernard liked being filled like that, and being touched liked that. His lover’s soft lips were tracing the sensitive skin of his neck, and it made him moan louder.

Bernard raised his legs to feel his partner deeper, as Durer hit the same spot over and over again.

“I love you!” Bernard cried as he came between their bodies, creating a sticky mess. A few seconds later the same sticky substance filled his inside.

“It was so damn good.” Durer lay on his lover for a minute so he could regain his energy.

They cleaned the mess, and dressed. Later Durer took Bernard to a secret place in a forest, where he used to go many years ago, they sat near the waterfall and relaxed.

“How do you feel now?” Asked the silver haired man.

“Carefree. I don’t have to worry about anything. I’m free, have my job back, the old fucker got what he deserved, and I love you.”

“What did you say?” Bernard couldn’t believe his ears.

“The old fucker got what he deserved.”

“No, not that. You said... that you love me?”

“Just don’t overreact, ok?”

“Can you say it again?”

“Don’t overreact.”

“No! Say again that you love me, please.” Bernard looked at Durer with the puppy eyes.

“I can say it only once a week.”

“Twice.”

“Once.”

“Oh, come one.”

Soon they started laughing.


the end