{"id":2779,"date":"2015-07-27T16:00:00","date_gmt":"2015-07-27T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=2769"},"modified":"2015-07-27T16:00:00","modified_gmt":"2015-07-27T15:00:00","slug":"love-touch-me-like-you-do-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2015\/07\/27\/love-touch-me-like-you-do-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Love (Touch) me like you do 9."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n
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Bill pomaly prech\u00e1dzal parkom. Biele snehov\u00e9 vlo\u010dky poletovali v\u0161ade naokolo a on ich zasnene pozoroval. Dopadali na zem a pomaly ju pokr\u00fdvali bielou perinou. Bola tu zima. Jeho najob\u013e\u00fabenej\u0161ie ro\u010dn\u00e9 obdobie. Jemne sa dotklo jednej z nich a sledoval, ako sa zmenila na kvap\u00f4\u010dku vody. Don\u00fatilo ho to k \u00fasmevu. Vyd\u00fdchol, stisol vie\u010dka a zaklonil hlavu. Posledn\u00e9 t\u00fd\u017edne sa c\u00edtil zm\u00e4ten\u00fd. Jeho mozog kri\u010dal, naliehal, ale jeho srdce si robilo \u010do chcelo. Bolo tu nie\u010do siln\u00e9. Nie\u010do, \u010do mu nedovo\u013eovalo logicky myslie\u0165. Mal pocit, \u017ee keby ho ten prekliaty chlap po\u017eiadal o pomoc s \u00fatekom, spravil by to bez najmen\u0161ieho zav\u00e1hania.<\/div>\n
Posadil sa na jednu z lavi\u010diek a bru\u0161kami prstov sa dotkol svojich pier. Usmial sa. C\u00edtil na nich jeho bozky. Tak dominantn\u00e9 a tak… sladk\u00e9. Zad\u00edval sa na tmav\u00fa oblohu.<\/div>\n
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Sedel v kancel\u00e1rii. Dnes tu bolo obzvl\u00e1\u0161\u0165 ticho. \u0160\u00e9f bol na slu\u017eobnej ceste a Mike mal slu\u017ebu na inom oddelen\u00ed, a tak tu zostal len on. Budova bola naplnen\u00e1 \u0161u\u0161\u0165av\u00fdm zvukom da\u017e\u010fa udieraj\u00faceho o plechov\u00fa strechu. Poh\u013ead z okna dop\u013a\u0148al sk\u013eu\u010duj\u00facu atmosf\u00e9ru. Vstal od po\u010d\u00edta\u010da a pre\u0161iel bli\u017e\u0161ie. Pozera\u0165 sa na svet cez mre\u017ee bol ve\u013emi deprimuj\u00faci pocit. Nebol si ist\u00fd, \u010di by on s\u00e1m tak dok\u00e1zal \u017ei\u0165. Prezeral si budovy are\u00e1lu. Mali star\u00fd, komunistick\u00fd n\u00e1dych a vypadali zanedbane. Hrdzav\u00e9 mre\u017ee na ka\u017edom okne nevylep\u0161ovali dojem. Ak\u00e9 asi je, \u017ei\u0165 v klietke? Po\u010dul toho ve\u013ea o tom, \u010do sa odohr\u00e1va vo v\u00e4zen\u00ed, no nemal \u0161ancu vidie\u0165 to na vlastn\u00e9 o\u010di. Tu v tla\u010diarni to bolo in\u00e9. V\u00e4zni tu len pracovali a netr\u00e1vili tu to\u013eko \u010dasu, no aj tak ho to zauj\u00edmalo. Ve\u013ea kr\u00e1t sa prichytil pri tom, ako prem\u00fd\u0161\u013ea o ich \u017eivote. O tom, \u010do spravili, \u017ee skon\u010dili tu. Boli to vrahovia? Zlodeji? Alebo boli nevinn\u00fd a skon\u010dili tu pre chybu v syst\u00e9me? Bolo to v\u00f4bec mo\u017en\u00e9?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A \u010do on? \u010co Tom? Bol skuto\u010dne tak\u00fd zl\u00fd, ako hovoril Mike? \u010co ak bol nevinn\u00fd. Mohli mu tie drogy podstr\u010di\u0165. Alebo ich mohol ma\u0165 len pre seba. \u010co ak bol z\u00e1visl\u00fd? \u010co ak v\u00f4bec nebol zl\u00fd \u010dlovek a stalo sa mu nie\u010do hrozn\u00e9 tak ako jemu sam\u00e9mu? \u010co ak tu boli okolnosti, ktor\u00e9 ho don\u00fatili spravi\u0165 to, \u010do spravil? Mo\u017eno len potrebuje pomoc. Mo\u017eno potrebuje \u010dloveka, ktor\u00fd ho vypo\u010duje a pod\u00e1 mu pomocn\u00fa ruku. Mo\u017eno t\u00fa\u017ei po inom \u017eivote ako \u017eije. Mo\u017eno… Ale \u010do ak je to cel\u00e9 naopak? \u010co ak….? Je ochotn\u00fd to riskova\u0165? Je ochotn\u00fd d\u00f4verova\u0165 \u010dloveku, o ktorom ni\u010d nevie? M\u00e1 znovu odvahu riskova\u0165 alebo je u\u017e jeho srdce nato\u013eko pol\u00e1man\u00e9, \u017ee nedok\u00e1\u017ee pom\u00f4c\u0165 ani s\u00e1m sebe. Oto\u010dil sa ku dver\u00e1m, ke\u010f sa ozvalo tich\u00e9 zaklopanie.<\/div>\n
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„\u010ealej.“ Mlad\u00fd v\u00e4ze\u0148 vo\u0161iel do miestnosti a placho sa na neho usmial.<\/p><\/div>\n

„Prep\u00e1\u010dte, ja len… posielaj\u00fa ma z knih\u00e1rne, vraj \u010di u\u017e ste spravili sulfit*<\/sup> na tie ministersk\u00e9 knihy.“ Zakoktal a ucukol poh\u013eadom.<\/div>\n
Bill pobavene zdvihol obo\u010die a zaujato si chlapca prezeral. Mohol by\u0165 tak star\u00fd ako on. Vlastne mu bol dos\u0165 podobn\u00fd. Nie len postavou, v\u00fdzorom, ale dokonca aj plachos\u0165ou, ktor\u00e1 z neho priam sr\u0161ala. Nemohol tu by\u0165 dlho.<\/div>\n
„M\u00e1m.“ Odpovedal a pre\u0161iel k jednej z tla\u010diarn\u00ed, odkia\u013e vzal papier a podal mu ho. „Vezmi to pros\u00edm ved\u00facemu a povedz, \u017ee podklady na ESMO**<\/sup> s\u00fa hotov\u00e9, aby to pri\u0161iel skontrolova\u0165.“ Chlapec horlivo prik\u00fdvol a bez \u010fal\u0161ieho komentovania opustil Billovu kancel\u00e1riu.<\/div>\n
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Netrvalo dlho a dvere sa otvorili znova. Postar\u0161\u00ed ved\u00faci v tmavo modrom pl\u00e1\u0161ti z 80-tych rokov, riedkymi \u0161ediv\u00fdmi vlasmi a hrub\u00fdmi dioptriami sa s klopan\u00edm neob\u0165a\u017eoval. Vo\u0161iel rovno.<\/p><\/div>\n

„Vraj to m\u00e1\u0161 hotov\u00e9.“ Zamrmlal si pod nos a bez \u010dakania vzal do ruky k\u00f4pku vytla\u010den\u00fdch papierov. Preh\u0155\u0148al sa nimi a bez z\u00e1ujmu ich odhadzoval na st\u00f4l spolu s u\u0161tipa\u010dn\u00fdmi pozn\u00e1mkami o nie\u010dej ne\u0161ikovnosti. Blondiak ticho zat\u00ednal zuby a sna\u017eil sa zosta\u0165 pokojn\u00fd.<\/div>\n
„Po\u010f sem,“ rozk\u00e1zal p\u00e1n<\/em> ved\u00faci a po\u010dkal si, k\u00fdm chlapec prejde bli\u017e\u0161ie. D\u00f4le\u017eito \u0161tuchal prstom do papiera a rozpr\u00e1val nie\u010do o zarovn\u00e1van\u00ed textu. Bill to ignoroval. Vedel, \u017ee ho ten chlap nem\u00e1 r\u00e1d a vy\u017e\u00edva sa v jeho kritizovan\u00ed, a tak jeho slov\u00e1 proste nevn\u00edmal a nepr\u00edtomne prikyvoval. Stuhol, ke\u010f zac\u00edtil jeho dla\u0148 na svojom boku a nasucho prehltol. Bol pripraven\u00fd ho od seba odstr\u010di\u0165, ke\u010f sa zrazu otvorili dvere a dedko s\u00e1m odsko\u010dil. Zahundral nie\u010do o drzosti a vyparil sa z miestnosti. Ticho v miestnosti pret\u00ednal len Billov dych.<\/div>\n
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„Ste v poriadku?“ sp\u00fdtal sa Tom neisto a s nakr\u010den\u00fdm obo\u010d\u00edm myslel na ruku toho bastarda polo\u017een\u00fa na JEHO boku. Ako si v\u00f4bec dovolil…? Viac sa zamra\u010dil a pre\u0161iel bli\u017e\u0161ie k chlapcovi opret\u00e9mu o st\u00f4l. „Bill?“ sk\u00fasil a pousmial sa, ke\u010f sa osloven\u00fd zad\u00edval do jeho o\u010d\u00ed. „V poriadku?“<\/p><\/div>\n

Chlapec prik\u00fdvol. „On…“ koktol, ale potom len zavrtel hlavou. Tom bol ten posledn\u00fd, s k\u00fdm by sa mal o tom rozpr\u00e1va\u0165.<\/div>\n
„U\u017e to nesprav\u00ed.“ Prekvapil ho v\u00e4ze\u0148 svojou reakciou.<\/div>\n
„\u010co\u017ee?“ Odpove\u010fou mu ale bolo len tich\u00e9 zavrtenie hlavou. Sledoval ho, ako pre\u0161iel bli\u017e\u0161ie a jemne stisol jeho z\u00e1p\u00e4stie. Ticho pozeral do jeho o\u010d\u00ed a nechal sebou manipulova\u0165. Jemne sa chvel, ke\u010f uc\u00edtil jeho ve\u013ek\u00e9 dlane na svojom p\u00e1se. „Presta\u0148 pros\u00edm.“ Za\u0161epkal. Bol si ist\u00fd, \u017ee nie je pripraven\u00fd na dotyky, no vlhk\u00e9 bozky na jeho krku ho pomaly presvied\u010dali o opaku. Nedok\u00e1zal uva\u017eova\u0165. Zaklonil hlavu a stisol vie\u010dka. Hr\u00fdzol si peru a nechty zat\u00ednal do dlan\u00ed. Zaboril prsty do Tomov\u00fdch dlh\u00fdch vlasov a viac si jeho hlavu pritisol ku krku. Bolo to tak dobr\u00e9. Nedok\u00e1zal tomu odol\u00e1va\u0165. Prudko rozlepil o\u010di, ke\u010f zac\u00edtil, ako rukou bl\u00fadi pod jeho tri\u010dkom. „Nie!“ \u0161epol, ale jeho telo jednalo inak. C\u00edtil, ako tvrdne a sam\u00e9 sa nap\u00edna proti jeho dotykom a Tom to c\u00edtil tie\u017e. Nev\u00e1hal dlho, k\u00fdm ho don\u00fatil polo\u017ei\u0165 sa na st\u00f4l a \u00fastami sa prilepil k ploch\u00e9mu bru\u0161ku. Odol\u00e1val ta dlho. Nikdy nikomu nedoprial to\u013eko \u010dasu ako pr\u00e1ve Billovi. V\u017edy si vzal to, \u010do chcel a nikdy sa nep\u00fdtal. Jemne do \u00fast vsal jeho bradavku a pousmial sa nad tich\u00fdm vzdychom z blondiakov\u00fdch \u00fast. Je na \u010dase splni\u0165 s\u013eub, ktor\u00fd mu pred rokom dal.<\/div>\n
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*Sulfit – \u0161abl\u00f3na ob\u00e1lky knihy, ktor\u00e1 sa tla\u010d\u00ed na polopriesvitn\u00fd voskov\u00fd papier.<\/p><\/div>\n

**ESMO – Elektronick\u00fd syst\u00e9m monitorovania os\u00f4b – robil reklamn\u00e9 let\u00e1ky a bro\u017e\u00fary \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

betaread: J. :o)<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: Sisa Bill pomaly prech\u00e1dzal parkom. Biele snehov\u00e9 vlo\u010dky poletovali v\u0161ade naokolo a on ich zasnene pozoroval. Dopadali na zem a pomaly ju pokr\u00fdvali bielou perinou. Bola tu zima. Jeho najob\u013e\u00fabenej\u0161ie ro\u010dn\u00e9 obdobie. Jemne sa dotklo jednej z nich a sledoval, ako<\/p>\n

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