Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

"I'm sorry" Sławek jumped back as if he was scalded, although it took him a moment to scramble from under the ladder. "Nothing happened to you?

"Nothing," Konrad stammered, more surprised by the swelling hardness he sensed in Sławek than by the fall itself. Slowly he sat down, not taking his eyes from the slightly panicked Domejczuk. "And you?"

"Nothing too," he said quickly.

"The ladder didn't hit you?"

"Just a little. There will only be a bruise."

Sławek was clearly moved. He spoke fast and his breathing was quick as well. He turned towards the open faiths with the clear intention of leaving, but heavy rains had seized him in place.

Meanwhile, while watching him, Konrad was surprised that his cheeks had started to burn. Confused by Sławek's behavior and still under the influence of adrenaline released by the event, he looked at the silhouette drawn against the background of the gray downpour. He blinked back at the events from a moment before. Did he think, or did he actually feel Sławek's masculinity reactivity on his hip?

Domejczuk stood with his back to him, at the very edge of the threshing floor, as if he was just waiting for the weather to improve, to run out of this place. However, it was raining so hard that it wasn't going to stop any time soon. So they were condemned to each other's company. There was no escaping what happened.

Konrad Skalski moved to the wall made of stacked packages and leaned his back against it. Every time he looked in Sławek's direction, he asked himself whether his friend's penis was actually hardening? And each time he felt something strange and disturbing pleasant at that moment and his face burned with a blush. He began to realize with amazement that he was excited by the thought that Domejczuk could thus react to his proximity.

He knew that in the ancient world, sex between men was socially acceptable and part of the customs of ancient Greece. He knew other cultures allowed him too. Currently, there was also a lot of talk about him, and homosexual circles raised their problems and needs in public and loudly. Konrad has never, but never thought, that he himself should have any inclinations in that direction, and now he began to feel physical tension as soon as his eyes fell on Sławek. He was so surprised by all of this, so overwhelmed that he didn't know how to react at all.

Unfortunately, it was all Sławek's fault. The boy was pretty and a little girlish in appearance. He was so gentle, and he had a kind of gentleness about him. In addition, his works, in which he showed male nudity and erotic scenes with only male participation, really had something disturbingly sensual about them. And now that their bodies first touched, he clearly reacted. So it was definitely Sławek's fault that now, during this downpour, in a stuffy barn that smells of straw and dust, Konrad feels what he feels. Konrad himself did not know exactly what that feeling was and how to relate to it.

He had never thought erotically of any man before, and as far as he knew, no guy thought of him that way. Consequently, the matter of homosexual love was completely indifferent to him. He was neither for nor against. But now, when Domejczuk reacted to him in this way, he began to reflect on her.

Could he be with the guy?

What is it like to be with a guy?

There was such chaos in his head that he could not control it. He was curious, he was very curious if what happened a moment ago was just an accident or was it really something more? If they were side by side now, would their reactions also be so unexpected?

"You are not tired?" Konrad asked looking at Domejczuk. "Why don't you sit down?"

"It's hot in there. The air is cooler here."

So he doesn't want to come closer, Skalski thought in his mind and decided to reduce the distance himself. He got up and slowly walked over to Sławek. He stood so close that they were up to three centimeters apart.

"Indeed!" He admitted, sincerely surprised and inhaled the invigorating air, smelling of moisture.

The chill was so pleasant it relieved his body and mind immediately. He felt better immediately. From the corner of his eye he glanced at Sławek. The boy was just rubbing his forearm.

"Did you hit here? Show me." He held out his hand to him.

"Are you crazy?!" Domejczuk stepped back as if burned. "I said it's nothing!"

"But… we have to check for a crack…" Konrad insisted.

"No need," Sławek Domejczuk assured, and retreated deeper into the barn, even though the air here was nicer. He sat down against the wall of package, on a soft pile of straw.

His behavior was not natural and Konrad got the impression that Domejczuk was running away from him. But why would he do this? Is it because he himself feels just as weird as he does? Or maybe even weirder?

"Oh, I think it's getting light" Skalski noticed as the rain began to weaken.

"Yes. It should stop soon" Sławek muttered under his breath, not looking at the interlocutor.

"I don't think you will go to the field anymore. You said wet packages don't come."

"We won't go now."

Somehow the conversation was not related and Konrad, with a sigh of regret, turned his gaze towards the yard, where in a few minutes huge puddles appeared. The rain weakened quickly to finally turn into single, small drops. In a moment they will be able to leave this place and probably return to Domejczuk's house and what happened in the barn, whatever it was, will become the past.

Only that Konrad didn't want to end it so suddenly, not even knowing what it was? He turned to Sławek and was about to approach him and sit next to him when he heard someone running hard, splashing the water standing in the yard.

"It's good that you didn't get wet" Bartek, the man who hired Domejczuk, said with a smile. He went up to Sławek and put in his hand two bills – blue and beige. "Thanks for the help."

"But we haven't finished…" the boy objected.

"Get it. Without you, I would just drive the cart. Will you come over for dinner?"

Sławek shook his head.

"Sorry, I have a job at home."

"For sure? We have cauliflower soup."

Domejczuk looked as if he was thinking about something.

"You're tempting, but I can't. I really have a job," he replied, and Konrad got the impression that he was blushing. But why would he blush?

"Alright. My mother will probably tell Inga to bring it to you, so don't be surprised when the brat looks for you."

"Cool. Oh, and tell your mom the cherries are almost ripe. In a few days they will be good for harvesting."

"Thanks. Mother will be pleased."

Sławek smiled brightly and Skalski had to look away, because at the sight of this pretty, flushed face, he again felt anxiety in his pants. He preferred to focus on observing the landscape after the rain.

It was a solid cloud break. The dry earth was unable to absorb the excess water. Puddles and miniature streams were everywhere in Bartek's yard, but also when they returned, they found them almost every few steps. Heavy, cold drops fell from the trees, causing an involuntary tremor as they fell on the man.

They walked in silence, without even looking at each other. After all, what were they supposed to be looking at? They were just two colleagues on their way home from work, and because they didn't know each other well, they didn't have much in common. Anyway, you don't always need to talk. The silence was uncomfortable for Konrad, but he couldn't find any subject that could be an excuse to open his mouth. So he walked only wondering if Sławek felt as weird as he did.