MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

HE GIVES ME KISSES AND I GO OUT OF MY MIND

Enzo had his 43 birthday and found in a remote island in the french Polynesia in the middle of the Pacific ocean. With the only company of his husband and with no plans for the first time in his life.

Looking back he found out all his anniversary parties had been whether wild carnavals or crowded meetings of friends and perfect chances to give in to the absolute blissfullness or everything mixed in a dangerous cocktail shaker. That joyful and happy man was alien to him right now. He saw him fondly but now he felt like a different man.

Of course the melancholy haunted in some corner of his brain waiting for its turn to jump over him. But he tried to keep it at bay, most of all to not make all the people surrounded him to suffer.

He thought with a smile of the first birthday he shared with Tarek in Munich. His tender present that he gave to him almost embarrased. He recalled perfectly how his heart raced back then, how he pounded on his chest totally wild with the vision of such a natural and fabulous person who had just enter into his life. It was magical.

Funnily enough he had had the same feeling on his chest a little while ago with his collection of kisses. It would come the day when he could bite him all over again. He could be thankful because he was too weak to submit him to an intensive session of the most wild sex.

They lodged in bungalows with roofs built of pandano leaves placed just over the lagoon crystal clear waters. Surrounded by tropical gardens and with some marvellous views. They had an open air big terrace and a huge swimming pool. It was not a specially big lodging but Enzo thought it was a floating palace because each corner was magnificent. He stared through the glass floors at the unique colour of the waters under his barefoot and the tropical fishes swimming around.

After covering his body with all kind of kisses and assuring him that would be his 43th gift, he had let him laying on bed a little while. Meanwhile he called the room service to eat a suculent breakfast and then he tested some of the different services that luxury resort had.

Enzo nibbled self-absorbed some fruit wandering around the bungalow, barefoot, only on some boxers under the colourful silk kimono. Feeling that thick silence around him didn't feel quite good. He noticed he depended dangerously on Tarek, more and more. He depended on his love and in short term he would depend on his cares.

He didn't like to think about it. It made him feel a distress coming up to his throat causing him even a physical pain.

As usual, the saviour of his life, Pauline, came to rescue him from his gloomy thoughts when she called to sing him happy birthday.

- What are you doing on robe and underwear? -she watched right away.

- I've just got up from bed.

- It's your damn birthday, isn't it?

- Oh, yes. I know, my love.

- I got my office to the brim with all kind of greetings for you. Do you want me to send them to you? Some are very funny. You're gonna laugh.

- That would be fine, lovey. Do it.

- Are you ok?

- Splendid.

- Sure?

- They brought our breakfast in a canoe. Can you believe it? This is paradise.

- I'm glad you're happy -Pauline tainted him, cunningly, to search his voice.

- Oh, come on. Happy... -he clicked his tongue rolling his eyes, as though that summary was not very right.

- Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you?