“The red roses were, as though, preceding the season of love”
Do you want to know what happened next with Mark and that blond guy Antoan, whom he met in the club in the previous series? Then don’t miss this series.
…“God…Even anger stays good on his handsome face” then Mark turned around and whispered:
– What if I like you, too?
Now, Antoan had a hope: “Then why don’t you even talk to me? I’m here for you!” “What do you want from me? I’m fed up with cheap one-night sex stories, I’m not a cheap boy…All I wanted was a little love only, but gays cannot love!” Continued Mark with a heartbreaking weepy flutter in his voice. Not long ago, he had experienced his deepest disappointment and break-up, and now he was remembering all these moments.
Antoan was persistent: “For God’s sake! Why do you think that I’m like them, why do you ever think that I want to fuck you?! For me, the pleasure just to be able to peer in your eyes is enough. You are like an angel, not only the way you look, but the way you sound, the way you behave. You’ve been hurt once, let me cure your wounds… let me be your man!” Mark was impressed. Antoan was saying those warming words, which Mark had been seeking an eternity. But how could Mark believe anybody, after having his reliance, not only once, but many times broken down to small pieces. Still, he wanted to believe him, Mark needed somebody to stand to him, loneliness was not his thing at all. “Turn around now and tell me your name!” said Antoan, this time even in a more persistent manner.
Mark turned around and silently answered: “Mark”. His beautiful eyes now were cut across by red capillaries, he had cried…
The night passed through, quickly and in the morning Mark hardly was recalling anything, he was blind drunk after all. He had no idea that Antoan had got his number and address from his friends.
It was Sunday, and Mark had decided to have some rest, that day didn’t plan to go out of his room, by 4 pm the doorbell rang. Mark didn’t even make an effort to think who could be the one ringing his door, he just opened. It was a courier, bringing a bouquet of red roses, that was unusual. Mark’s reaction was: “I’m afraid, you have confused the address”, then the courier promptly asked: “ Aren’t you Mr. Mark Crystalheart?” Mark was looking surprised “Yes, I am”. “Then the address is right, sir!”, answered the courier smilingly. Mark took the roses, and he noticed a handwritten note inside, it wrote: “Hey, little angel, since the last night I can’t get your weepy eyes out of my mind. I want to see you, at 6 pm I’ll be waiting for you at Vitosha Avenue.” This note immediately changed Mark’s face, now he was smiling and his eyes were shining. He put the roses into a glass of water, then hurried to clothe himself, but clothing would always take too long for Mark, and the time was 6:40 when he managed to reach the venue.
Though the weather was freezing, Antoan was still waiting there, his hope seemed to be stronger than himself, which didn’t let him give up. Mark offered his hand, Antoan didn’t even notice it and like a little child, he hurried to embrace Mark. At first, it was awkward for Mark, as he didn’t expect it, but then his smile returned to his white face and it suddenly changed its color to rosy.
Mark had always been hard to be win, and only a persistent man like Antoan had chances with him. Mark liked men who don’t give up. Actually… everything of Antoan was of Mark’s dreamed prince.
“Let’s drink something warm.” Offered Mark. “I want only your warmth.” Was Antoan’s response.
Mark smiled, then they headed to a café and long enjoyed each other’s presence. Suddenly Antoan came up with an idea: “Mark, after two days it is my birthday and I strongly desire you to be there.” Mark didn’t respond, but cast a loveable smile. They both didn’t know that this birthday would forever remain in their hearts and minds…
Stay with us to see what makes this birthday so special for Mark and Antoan! Fourth series will be available soon.
To be continued…