COMING SOON

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He returned London to spend the weekend and to get some fresh air away from Lars and his obsessive desire of him. He needed going out to have a real good time, get drunk, get high and having a laugh. That's it.

Again he bumped into that boy who had rejected him and whom he had submitted to fierce spying. He seemed to be on his own so he didn't think twice and came up to him.

- Are you alone? -he asked with his beautiful velvet voice

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- Are you alone? -he asked with his beautiful velvet voice.

- Hi. Yes.

Oh, my God. Those huge and expressive smoke blue eyes which stared at him when he talked. As though instead of telling him "Are you alone?" he would chant a poem.

- Could I buy you a drink?

This time around he acted carefully and tactful.

- No. I'm buying you a drink.

- Vodka tonic. Stolishnaya, please. Tall glass.

They were ogling each other some minutes. The atmosphere was electrifying. Enzo roamed on those dark and dreamy lower eyelids and the childish and long eyelashes. Then of course he fixed his eyes on his clothes.

- You look great -he stated running his eyes from head to toe shamelessly.

- I only wear a white vest and a pair of jeans -he looked down at himself self-absorbed.

- You have such beautiful collar bones. My name is Enzo -he reached out his hand.

- I call Tarek -he shook it with energy.

- Don't you have boyfriend anymore? -he offered a cigarette and he denied saying he didn't smoke. After looking closely as Enzo lit his cigarette and took a deep drag with his half-closed eyes, he answered with a smile:

- Not tonight.

Enzo asked no more. The only thing he knew was he was alone. He didn't care if he only was available that night and the next day he would marry on the cathedral. Tonight he was only for him.

- How big is your cock? -he asked him again with a smile.

Tarek remembered perfectly that question and how offended he felt then. Now he took it differently, he had drunk too much.

- Why do you have to ask me that with that American accent? You don't even do it properly?

Enzo stood there completely cut short with his reply. And after some hesitant seconds he couldn't allow himself being mute any longer.

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