Direction to the ass (Robert Fico X Peter Pellegrini)

Breaking the ice

Fico:

Peter was already rolling on the bed. Out of five bottles, only one and a half bottles were left. "Peter, what the hell are you doing?" Peter looked at me.

"Fuck me."

I stared at him in amazement.

"Did I say to stare blankly at me? Fuck me!"

I didn't expect anything. I tore off my wet bathrobe and threw myself at Peter. I started kissing him furiously all over. Peter started to squirm under me.

“Am I doing something stupid?” I paused for a moment.

"I don't know, I just..." He covered his face with his hand.

Just stick it in there. And so I did.

I have never felt anything better in my life. Neither did he, judging by the intensity of Peter's moans. This is exactly what I've been dreaming of all my life. As Peter screamed my name between gasps, I wondered when was the last time I had real sex.

"R-Robert I can't n-anymore"

"You can't shit. You came up with this idea. At least wait until I'm done."

Peter continued to moan. I was thinking, I don't even know why. Why can't I just focus on this amazing guy I've always wanted so much. I thought it was too perfect. Too perfect to deserve any of it. Then everything went quickly. Peter did, and so did I. When I finally pulled away, I could see my magnificent work. Peter lying on his back with my cum coming out of his ass. He looked settled, but excited. A straight look for the gods.

I lay down next to Peter, who was still breathing heavily. I preferred not to ask anything. Before I fell asleep, a question flashed through my mind, what happened to our suits. But I was too tired to answer her, so I fell asleep instead.

Editorial office of Hrom magazine - December 30, 2019

Journalist Pavel (also known as random cleaner):

“Boss, this is just a blast! Give it a few days and I'll have photos!" I had to personally deliver the news of my spectacular find to our boss that evening. In addition to jackets with name tags, I also found wet footprints around the hot tub, which I photographed. It wasn't much, but still better than nothing The boss just stared in disbelief at all this "evidence" about Robert Fico and Peter Pellegrini's romance.

"It's not much, but you can work with it. You have two days to secure some photo.” The boss got up from his chair and was about to leave.

,,Two days?! You mean to tell me that this isn't enough?!"

,,No it is not! All this may be true, but where is my guarantee that you are not lying to me? Yes, we're a tabloid, but you probably don't realize what you've done to me. After all, we could also end up in court!"

With these words the boss turned and slammed the door behind him. I wanted to add something else, but I knew it wouldn't do any good anyway. So I ran as fast as I could to my car and drove back to the hotel. However, I will get to the bottom of what happened in that sauna that evening...

Pelle:

Eight hours. That was the time I woke up. I had a window, I didn't remember anything from yesterday. Judging by the empty bottles on the ground, I'm down to the bottom of the painting. On the other hand, I was surprised to wake up so early. I had a terrible headache, so I went to the bathroom to cool off, when I noticed something, rather someone, on the bed. I stared at the person in question for a while, then suddenly she rolled onto her side and... FUCK. It was Fico, still completely naked. My head suddenly turned, so I ran into the bathroom, where I vomited profusely. It took me so long that I thought not only the contents of yesterday's booze but also my stomach, intestines and several other vital organs were floating in the toilet. When I found that there were no organs floating in the toilet and everything was fine (I swear to God I at least saw a piece of larynx there), I washed up and went back to bed.

"Are you awake?" I turned sharply. Fico was awake and squinting at me.

"As you can see, I am."

,,Good."

Robert sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at the ground for a moment and then spoke. Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

I didn't remember anything. I let Robert know. He stared intently at the floor for a moment and then got up and walked over to me. He took both of my shoulders in his hands, managing to roll me onto my back onto the bed. He was lying on top of my body, his hands still wrapped around my shoulders, looking into my eyes. I swallowed with fear.

"In that case-" and he brought his face closer to mine, I'll be happy to repeat it to you. Before I could say anything, I felt Robert's lips kiss me. He didn't protest, I let myself submit to him.

Journalist Pavel:

One thing, however, must be left to Mr. Fic. He has courage. Great courage. Because I don't know anyone else who would bring a lover into their room, a man at that, and not lock the door behind them.