CARRY ON, CARRY ON

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Enzo drew back the sheets and pulled up slowly his husband's tshirt to watch for the very first time that huge scar all through his stomach.

- I didn't even thank you your Bruce stuff -Tarek said cuddling against him.

- Well, the rainy kisses drove me wild. I saw you enough thankful, gorgeus.

- I still can't believe he invited us to his accustic show in New York.

Bruce Springsteen was Tarek's idol. He had all his discography and was his favourite artist. For Enzo was relatively simple pulling the strings and get the New Jersey citizen came to the greenhouse with his guitar and husky voice. In the neverending pyramid of the star system's staircase there were always confluences among them. Joanna's ex husband, his agent, had been lawyer of one of Bruce's band mates. Through that Enzo arranged everything to get the american singer in his garden when Tarek came back from the hospital. But the arrangements till that small show had been tricky. Nevertheless there was nothing hard when Enzo aimed something.

- I knew that sound couldn't be my record because I lost it in one of my removals...

- I know.

- And it wasn't the recorded version of Born in the USA record because it didn't sound quite the same. It missed the keyboards, the bass, the drums...

- I knew you would guess it right away. The idea was you didn't step into home.

- How did you get Bruce accepted to come London and doing that? What did you tell him?

- The first thing I told him was my husband had his first erotic dream with him.

- You wouldn't be able to tell him that, brainless.

- You know I would, silly boy. No, I said, you know, Bruce? My husband imagined leaving you the keys of his car like in I'm on fire video.

- Oh, that's stylish.

- I'm stylish all the time. Do you find out now?

- In fact, I imagined fucking over that car all greasy in that garage.

- Filthy...

- Oh, gosh. That protruding jaw turned me really hot. I wished I could straighten it with my cock.

- Hey, hey, it's enough. If you go on talking like this, I'm gonna punish you.

- Jealous?

- You know I'm jealous of everthing and everyone.

- Asshole, and you're bringing my platonic love to my greenhouse.

- You know I can't help being romantic. I can't help wanting to see you happy, with illusion and crying like a baby. I love it.

- You've set the bar high with your surprise.

- Darling, don't be ridiculous. You've given me more than your half liver and I gave you Bruce. It's still out of proportion, don't you think?

- What do you mean?

- I won't never be able to pay you back the right way. I had to rise the occasion, lovey.

- You scare me, Mr. Efseryan. Your romanticism sometimes is deadly. Did you know that?

- Oh, really? Nobody has ever told me that.

Enzo kissed his scar supreme softly, barely pursing his lips along it. Meanwhile he touched it with his moustache tinkling him deliciously.

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