Direction to the ass (Robert Fico X Peter Pellegrini)

Both for the new year and throughout the year

December 31, 2019

Fico:

It was already evening when I finally saw Peter. I didn't even try to look for him. Now I finally saw what I had done. And all because of stupid Mein Kampf. Someone sat Peter by the door and didn't take care of him anymore.

"What the hell were you doing?! I could have died out there!" I took Peter in my arms and carried him to the bathroom.

"And what if I wanted it so bad?! And why are you so interested all of a sudden!" Peter sneered at me and fell onto the bathroom tiles.

"Peter stop, I want to help you!"

"Then leave me alone! You've done more harm than good so far!" So I let Peter be Peter. I was sorry for everything I did to him, but on the other hand, he might get upset too. He's acting like a little girl.

Pelle:

Exhausted, I took off my clothes, got into the tub and let the warm water run over me. I just lay there for a while. Then I noticed something on the ground. Paper. I picked him up. Then it occurred to me that it might be Fitz's letter. I opened it. I read it. And then he burst into tears.

Fico:

I thought about what I had done to Peter. I'm such a terrible bitch. I almost let him freeze out there somewhere. Tears began to flow from my eyes. There were about two hours left until the new year, and as they say - both for the new year and for the whole year. I seriously didn't want to go into the new year with Peter hating me. After all, we were already so close. So close and yet so far. I went to the bathroom in tears. I didn't care if Peter was pissed at me, at least let him tell me to my face.

When I got to the bathroom, Peter was rolling around in the tub. He cried too.

"What the-" I suddenly noticed a half-soaked piece of paper. I immediately realized what it was.

,,Petere, already -"

“Come to me.” He told me as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

I took off the bathrobe I had been wearing since morning and climbed into the tub next to him.

"We're kind of squeezed together here." I had to wipe my tears too because I could barely see through them. Peter smiled through the tears.

"I like to cuddle with you."

“Did you really want to kill yourself for me?” I looked straight at him.

“Maybe.” He winked at me conspiratorially.

"You're going to be the death of me one day, Peter." With that, Peter got up and climbed on top of me, splashing water in my face as he did so.

"Maybe" he shoved my cock up his ass with that. I moaned.

"What is it?" He asked in astonishment.

"You're squeezing my snake, moron."

"But that's what you wanted." I blushed. I seriously didn't have an answer for this. Meanwhile, Peter started to ride me.

"Why didn't we figure this out sooner? Why didn't you tell me you loved me earlier?Everything would be so much easier." I didn't know what to say to that. Peter was telling the truth and I knew it. But I didn't know the answer.

,,I do not know. It just didn't work."

"But shit. Who wants the one wants, who doesn't want you-" I kissed him. So that he would finally shut his unwashed mouth.

One hour later:

It was getting close to midnight. I was standing on the balcony. Peter was also standing on the balcony. We stood there together.

“Shouldn't we go down to the others?” Peter asked looking at me.

“No.” I answered him in a dominant voice.

And then it came. Rachel. Fireworks. Lots of mess everywhere. We could go down to the others, we could. But then I wouldn't be able to give Peter a New Year's kiss. I took him by the hips, pulled him to me and gave him a good french. He didn't protest. Yes, yes. Suddenly a huge flash. I almost went blind. Fuck it.

1. January 2020

Chief editor of Hrom magazine:

"Pavle, you are normally a genius! With this, we will secure such sales that we could fly for a month!"

I thought Pavel was kidding, but the jerk was right.

"That's a blast boss, isn't it?" Pavel shouted enthusiastically.

"You know that, right... And you know what else is hot?"

"Well, I really don't know, boss."

"This." I pulled out my gun and poked him right between the eyes. Pavel fell to the ground in an instant. I wanted to throw him out anyway, you bastard.

"You whore! What did you do?!" Pelle suddenly came to his senses and started screaming for his life.

"Shut up, you crazy one, or you'll get it too!"

"No one will curse at my boy, and no one will threaten him with death at all!" Came a voice from behind. Then suddenly there was a huge blow. Then nothing. Darkness.

Fico:

As soon as I was blinded by the flash from the camera, only one thing popped into my head: run. Pelle, however, had the opposite reaction. He stood there like a hard y. I ran downstairs ready to stop the bastard. Then I was momentarily deafened by a gunshot. I knew it was bad. I added on the run. In that I saw some idiot waving a gun at Pelle. There was no time, I had to act. A huge piece of steel rod rolled next to me. Without thinking, I raised the pole and yelled at the bastard.

"No one will curse at my boy, and no one will threaten him with death!"

Then I hit him in the head. Not particularly strong, but still. He fell to the ground, where a guy with a shot in the head was already lying next to him.

"OH MY GOD! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU ARE A MURDERER!” Peter began to scream.

"YOU'RE ACTING AS IF EVERYONE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT ME ALREADY!" I picked up the phones that fell out of the bastards' pockets from the ground. They both present themselves as professional journalists and they don't even know how to password-protect their phones? I picked myself up and left. Suddenly, from around the corner Danko ran up to me.

"Fico! FICO! RUN! THERE ARE MORE JOURNALISTS HERE! SAVE YOURSELF! THEY'VE ALREADY GOT PETER NEXT IN THE LINE!"