MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT...

- My love, shoot now... -Enzo murmured letting go of his wrists at last and guiding his face to him with his fingers on his jaw.

Tarek didn't feel like having that neverending row about the same thing. He always made him feel like a poor teenager in love.

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The beautiful little bronze statue portraying a young Laurence Olivier as Henry V at the Old Vic in 1937, placed on the coffee table in the japanese sitting room.

After their return from Montreux he had received the unexpected visit of Chris. In fact, barely ten minutes after speaking out his name in the gala giving him the award, he sent him a bunch of whatsapps bombarding him with questions about his health and guaranteed him he would come to his home with the award personally.

Chris was too polite and respectful to appear by surprise in Marygold Alley. With a previous appointment it was out of the question coming to his home, despite their important friendship along the years and everything they meant for each other.

So the appointment was fixed just at tea time, some rainy and warm Wednesday day. Enzo already spent most of his time ailing, if not all day, most of it. His ailments slowly but surely were taking its toll. He used to feel tired and sleepy and each time was oftener. But he didn't want to stop receiving their friends by it, although their meetings were fewer all the time. The truth is he hated Chris could see him like this but he couldn't wait to meet him and taking the award from his hands.

- It barely weighs -he said amused passing it from one hand to the other as though it was a ball.

- In comparison to the Oscar's 9 pounds this is more manageable. Oh God, you look like a wretched asparagus, Efseryan -he took a glance to his body grabbing his both hands.

- Darling, if you keep being so unpolite I won't include you in my will.

Chris's visit that it wasn't precisely a quick visit because it was planned a week ago, was regarded in Marygold Alley such an event. According to Enzo he didn't do nothing extraordinary that he wouldn't do with all his other friends. According to Tarek that could be compared to a reception with the queen.

Needless to say that Tarek's distrusts and sharp comments were repeating all week long and that same day were even more. It was hard to believe such a mature and calm person like him could be so upset whenever Chris appeared in their lives. But he just didn't try to tame his wild feelings about him.

Shortly before Chris arrived, they had an explosive row, Enzo-Tarek style. Tarek only wanted to disappear from there. As the rainy day was not very good for garden tasks, he had two choices: getting into the greenhouse or driving his car to cool himself down.

It would have been the most reasonable but Enzo didn't want to hear about that. His husband had to be with him and welcome each visit with him. Chris was not different.

So Tarek stood there giving him the most fake hug in the history just to get along. Nevertheless it was miraculous they hadn't electrocuted each other with such a negative charge Tarek radiated all the time. He sneaked away to the kitchen to bring himself the tea service.

- I couldn't help notice you brought a new partner to the ceremony -Enzo said, stingy.

- Oh, her... I've only known her a week ago.

- That's very unlikely in a man so classy as you.

- Come on, we've seen all kind of things in those events, haven't we? Do you recall Michael Rampling? He attended the Oscar ceremony with a whore by his arm.