He never brought me into his house and did not even try, apparently so as not to scare me away. Although it was interesting what kind of house he had. I would look…
"Do you like everything?" Yarison asked with sparkling eyes, peering at me after one dinner.
"Yes, how much entertainment you have. You asked for an hour a week, but in reality it's clearly not enough... I'm embarrassed that everything is free for me. Are you courting me?"
"Well... it probably looks like that from the outside, but you are still a poor student and have not gained status in society. Somehow, in the future, you can entertain me as you wish in return."
"Of my possible leisure, this is only an overnight stay in nature, in a tent on the seashore..."
Why I just said that?
Overnight?
What a fool!
I just gave him a hope for more…
"Under the starry sky?" Rejoiced Yarison. "With pleasure! When will we go?"
"What? Umm... I don't know. This is just a version of what kind of vacation I can afford."
I tried to get out of my ridiculous offer.
"Let's go tomorrow on my bike, I have a nice tent. Three hours - and we are on the shore! And the weather should be great."
"Again, waste on your part..."
"Oh, nonsense! No waste at all! I bought that bike a long time ago."
"Why not by car?"
"And it's more romantic... you and me, the wind and adventure..."
The unpleasant suspicions stirred my soul; he definitely wants to take me out of city and fuck me so that no one can interfere... but he promised not to touch me at that sense and I haven't been to the seashore for a long, only a couple of times at summer camp.
Perhaps my hug will be enough for Yarison when I sit behind him on a motorcycle? He has a thin waist and broad shoulders...
God, what am I thinking?
I agreed to that trip and saw his happy smile.
We set out afternoon of weekend on massive black branded bike lightly with snacks, one tent and sleeping bags. The lux engine purred loudly as a panther and a serenade for me… The wide back of him pleasantly warmed me from the flow of the oncoming wind, and I closed my palms more tightly on his belly, feeling the relief cubes under my fingers.
Why is he so gorgeous even that part of body?
Yarison did not hide his joy after arriving on the sunny beach and enthusiastically began to pitch the tent.
"Poor sea!" I said, splashing my bare feet on the wet sand mixed with small industrial debris. "Every year it gets worse and worse."
"This is very sad!" Yarison confirmed. "There are almost no living creatures left in the ocean. Humanity has reached a dead end with its consuming. The planet is dying."
"Is there really nothing that can be done?"
"If only we move the people somewhere far away from here. Many years have been spent trying to make them understand, but wildlife is becoming less and less. The technocracy is trying its best to provide products grown artificially. And also the air not good enough. The humanity expects illness and a miserable existence in the near future. The point of no return has been passed!"
"I would like to live longer!"
"However... you chose a dangerous profession, as if there were too many risks for longevity!"
"I didn't really choose who to be. I was orphaned early and lived in an charity school. I and my friend Jamien, were recruited to the flight academy directly from there."
"If I knew about you, I would adopt you..."
"Still, Yarison, why do you have such sympathy for me?"
"It's difficult to explain... it's like gravitation..."
"Physical or something? What are you going to do with me?"
"I won't do anything bad to you. Only care!"
"Didn't you have any offspring?"
"Well, you could say that…"
"How old are you?"
"And how much would you give?"
"Over forty..."
"Amazing! I will be your daddy, since the age is right."
"I would like to hear a specific number. I can't recognise your true age."
I peered at him in amazement under bright sun light, trying to detect obvious signs of aging, but his skin was smooth and fair without obvious wrinkles, marks and facial hair with clear edges of high cheekbones and chin.
Kind of ideal facial features.
Maybe he spends a lot of money for cosmetic skincare, I thought. Usually open gays are so meticulous about their appearance. Even no beard hair follicles… removed by laser? It's quite convenient, no need to shave…
I decided to clear up:
"Your beard isn't growing? How so? In middle-aged men it is always present."
"Do you want to know all my secrets?" Yarison laughed, smoothing his wind-tumbled hair. "Would you think that I spend a lot of money on skin care? But everything I have is natural, no plastic surgery and special treatment, just right nutrition."
"It's hard to believe, your appearance is too perfect," I paid a compliment. "As you're made by 3D printer."