MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

DON'T STOP ME NOW

Between Kevin and him there was good sex from the very beginning. Enzo was a real sexual predator and also a very good lover. He was very wild at this point of his life and he was strongly addicted to the adrenaline rush. Luckily sex addiction came always before his illegal drugs addiction. Drugs only were with him in his crazy party nights, he used to keep it at bay. Suddenly his Portland trip just staying a few days with his friend Slaven ended and they must take a flight back to New York. He must leave Kevin there and get him into the deep drawer of his lost lovers around the world. Kevin was a candidate to being just a sexual story, another notch on his belt. Despite he thought of him as some poor wretch, or rather just because of that, he proposed him fly with him.

- But you must sell all those drugs of yours before. I'll get you a decent job in New York.

- Before leaving I have to pay my rent. That bitchy tenant has given me a week deadline to pay her.

- How much do you owe her?

- 3000 dollars.

Enzo gave a long, low whistle while he headed theatrically where it was his checkbook.

- What a rents you pay in Portland. Here, pay and leave. Come back in time to catch the flight with me, tiger -he said rushing at his mouth.

Kevin Ashwill was a scottish man, fond of drink and cocaine. Very cute like all the Efseryan lovers. Five inches shorter than Enzo, which caused him a little complex. Anyway, he was a scatterbrain very sexy, with a smile and teeth irresistible but bad tempered and too much fond to coke. He took him everywhere as though he was his retarded child demanding attention and not his partner. For some reason Enzo found him irresistible and when he showed him that bad boy smile, he forgave him all his fits of rage, which they were oftener and worrying. The reasons for such scenes that he made wherever they went, were different. He made him a scene if he hadn't what he considered his acceptable amount of coke. If Enzo flirted with another man, jumped like a wild animal. Everything was a reason to throw tantrums which Enzo didn't help to appease because he spoiled him, buried him with very expensive gifts. The infamous watch that he used to give to every lover he had, the sport car which lasted him only a week before crashing it into a street lamp and leave it in a terrible mess.

He was so infatuated with him that although he knew he was bad for his mental health, a part of him still thought he could change him, reform him. It wasn't like this. Despite Kevin insisted living together in his New York apartment, Enzo, with that sensible touch that he characterized himself, didn't want to take that step ahead with him. Nevertheless he payed him happily his stratospheric rents in luxury penthouses.

Enzo found him job after job and he lost them like sand between his fingers. He worked as a barman in a couple of gay bars around Greenwich Village but the only thing he did was drinking the scotch whiskey and starting arguments with his boss. He worked too through Enzo as waiter in friends's restaurants but it ended up badly whether for wage gaps or Kevin's short temper with the more demanding clients. Enzo came to Kevin's defence in front of all those people who made him the favour to gave him employment and he always left him exposed. Nevertheless, he kept supporting him, that's why he never took it seriously any of these jobs. He maintained that he searched him those jobs to get his independence. In fact Kevin wasn't interested in any independence, just living like a king at his famous and rich boyfriend's expense.

Enzo found adorable once when he fell asleep at the opera, which he dragged him to see. He literally slept over his knees like a baby after gave him grief about leaving his seat to snort a line in the bathroom. The second time he fell asleep again he didn't found it irresistible.

- You are an useless nag. What do I want you for? I can't even talk about the passages with you.

Kevin, who by then he let it grow a moustache like Enzo offering an image more and more clonic, was just interested in the opera for the luxury you could smell there and the excellent champagne which it was served. But he had the culture of a walrus. Enzo had never gone out with someone so different as him.