MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

DON'T TRY SO HARD

Enzo had an impending shooting in London and he was catching a flight in three days for the rutinary previous meetings. That made him being away from Munich and Lars for a while. But over and over again they ended up meeting to fucking like animals. He was still too hooked. As long as he lived there that morbid feeling towards Lars would be the same.

The sound of a phone woke him up. It wasn't his mobile tone. It rang downstairs. He came the spiral staircase down and saw where it came from. It was Lars's phone on the kitchen worktop. He grabbed it and saw the missing call. Before checking out who was calling, he thought twice. Then he decided watch it. He didn't know why he did it. He knew he shouldn't do it.

The missing call was his fiancee, Markus. It rang again. He watched the phone some seconds, in awe. He musn't answer the call but he did it. He let it ring some more and at last he dragged his finger to the right on the screen.

- Hello? -his voice tried to be neutral.

- Lars?

Markus's voice was full of fear and questioning tension. Enzo had opened a new path now and there was no turning back.

- He's gone out. Do you want to tell him something?

Wouuld he recognize his voice? He hoped he wouldn't or he would be into trouble. At the other end followed an awkward silence.

- Who are you? -he asked suddenly.

What did he say now? He fucked up. He tried to mumble some sentence but his voice faltered him. He decided to hang up. He threw the phone as it was burning down his hand.

Just then came along Lars loaded with Aldi bags. He threw him a quick glance. He placed the bags on the worktop and Enzo helped him to empty the bags quietly. Lars noticed something in him quickly. He had a weird radar to all of his feelings.

- Did you sleep? -Lars asked.

- Yes, a little bit.

His answer was very fast and he didn't believe it. He scanned all his body with his eyes as though he was searching the evidences of his lie. It was one of the typical Lars glances. A fast control but very detailed of each part of his body. At this instant the phone rang again. Lars picked it up and Enzo ran up the spiral staircase to the second floor. Shortly afterwards Lars appeared wanting explanations.

- Are you explaining me why my boyfriend had just asked me who was the man that answered my phone some minutes ago?

He walked slowly up to him and started to shake. His eyes impressed him. The great power in his eyes.

- Why did you think it was necessary answer my phone?

- I did it unconsciously...

He didn't come up a better answer and he didn't like this answer. His slap threw him to the floor. He felt the blood flowing out his lower lip. He hid his face on the floor.

Lars stood with his arms folded. He watched him challenging, the blood slid down his chin, so hot.

- Tell me what am I telling him?

- Excuse me, I didn't mean to piss you off.

- Why must he know all this?

- I'm really sorry -he sniffed his tears through the blood.

- I planned a dream-like day with you. Food, sex. I had brought some toys to have fun. Why did I trust you?

- You know I didn't mean to do you any harm.

- Of course you meant it. It's a natural reaction to someone who has been submitted. You need to put your feet on the ground. Tell me how I can work this out. Come on! -he roared in front his face.