Jack has found a treasure
Title: Jack has found a treasure
Pairing: Jack Wilshere/Wojciech Szczęsny
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true.
Warning: sexual content
Word count: 2, 500
Type: oneshot
Beta: oh_pedia
Wojciech's house seemed like a palace in both its size and the decorations used, from the long grey curtains in his living room to the golden cushions on a huge sofa. Wojciech loved such things, he used to tell his friends that they give character to the house, made it look like his own place to live. Jack always loved visiting his Polish friend, not just because of his beautiful house but also because of all talks they've had.
The goalkeeper always knew when Jack needed help and his house was always open for him with Wojciech and a cool beer. The English man was always thankful for his friend. They were grown men but everybody they knew told them that they acted like children, always pranking and telling dirty jokes at the most inappropriate of times.
One night, after the Arsenal-Man City match, guys decided to have a sleepover.
"You mean sleepover like sleeping on the ground in tons of pillows, eating popcorn while watching some lame film, pillow fights and talking about cuties?" joked Woj.
"Why not? You'll look interesting with pink eye shadow and some lipstick on your face" grinned Jack.
"Hey!" he got hit by his friend's training jersey.
"Ugh... But you don't smell like a teenage girl. More like an old sock."
"So are we going to meet at my place or yours?"
"I think mine isn't available" Jack's face got serious. "You know my girlfriend thinks that I should act more responsible, no parties, jokes and... Never mind."
"What?" asked curiously Wojciech.
"She doesn't like you much. She thinks it's your fault that I'm still out but you know it's not, right?" Jack looked at Wojciech with hope in his eyes.
"Ummm... I don't think it's the right idea for me to intervene into your relationship" said the confused goalkeeper.
"Sure, ok. Let's change the subject. We should meet at your place. Maybe on Saturday, about eight o'clock?"
“Anything for you, lad."
~~.~~
A colorful screen was showing some action film and beer was already hidden in the fridge. That was a necessary preparation for their "guy's night". They planned to watch a film, talk a little and then go to sleep (but without all that cruddy things like sleeping bags, pillow fights or whatever). Wojtek was excited for the whole day and couldn't make himself to stop smiling.
The Polish man almost jumped over the sofa when he heard the car on his driveway. He has made the last corrections of a controlled mess on his head and opened the door, before Jack even reached for a door bell.
"Hi!" he smiled at the midfielder and pulled him into a bear hug.
"Hey. I brought us some popcorn and Jack Daniel's" he gave the bottle to Wojtek and started to take off his leather jacket.
"So was your girlfriend pleased when she found out where you're going?" asked Wojciech.
"I'm already sick of this woman. Don't talk about her, please" asked Jack.
"Okay. But, if you'd like to talk you know where to find me, right?"
"You're a great man, Wojciech. How do you say that in polish? "Prosty chłop"*?" Wojtek started to laugh hard.
"You have a terrible accent, lad. And we say it "równy chłop"**. Come on, let's open the beer" he wrapped an arm around Jack and started walking towards the living room.
"I'm going to get the beer. And remember: my home is yours."
Jack smiled at his friend. After a minute Wojtek came back from the kitchen handing the English man a bottle of deliciously cold beer.
"Here you are."
"So, what are we going to watch?"
"What about "Deep throat"?" asked Woj with a mischievous smile. It caused Jack to blush a little but he still tried to act loosely.
"I'm not going to watch porn with you! You're such a pervert, Wojciech."
"And that's why you love me, right?" grinned Wojciech.
"Every day I'm asking myself why God gave me you. I hope he has fun because you're impossible and you're like a big child."
"I hope you're not a paedophile 'cause I must've been afraid of you. And I can't-"
He slowly leaned in to Jack who was watching him with questioning eyes. Wojciech burst out with laughter and was almost crawling over the sofa with tears in his eyes.
"You really thought I was going to kiss you?" asked the keeper, still laughing hard.
"You seemed like you were! And you're unpredictable so I had to be careful." Jack started to defend himself.
"You should've seen your face! It was like 'What the fuck is he doing?!’ Wow! That was pretty epic." Wojtek couldn’t stop laughing.
"It was epic? Now watch this!" said Jack kissing Wojciech roughly with such passion that Wojciech's smile disappeared. When he pulled back he saw that Wojciech’s eyes were closed.
"Now that was epic, right?" asked the midfielder with a huge smile on his face.
"Why did you do it?" asked the Polish player.
"To shut your mouth" answered Jack calmly. Wojciech breathed deeply, like he was trying to keep himself calm.
"You look like you enjoyed it, didn't you?" asked Jack innocently.
"Let's watch the film. The commercials are already over."
They watched a horror movie with a lot of blood, human organs - in general, a movie where it was difficult to avoid anything gory. Jack watched it with interest in his eyes and sometimes was making a comment about who would be dead first.
"I hope that blond girl will survive until the last scene. I'd love to see her running. If you know what I mean," he pointed at the blond girl with big breasts and made a motion like he was holding two huge watermelons.
"It's a pity that the girl with brown hair got killed. She was kinda hot..." said Wojciech.
Both of them grinned. They loved making bets about people in horror films. Usually Wojciech would win, leading Jack to accuse him of already watching the film. Their scuffles would always end with them wrestling against one another, the warmth of the beer they drank warm in their bellies. It wasn't different this time. They crawled on the sofa, falling on the carpet and tugging at one another’s clothes, laughing. After five minutes they were too tired to fight and they lay down next to each other breathing harshly.
"I know you've watched that film," grinned Jack.
"Maybe?"
"You liar! You're awful!" shouted Jack with a smile.
"You don't really mean it" said the goalkeeper calmly.
"Let's start preparing ourselves to go to sleep" suggested Jack. "Where is your bathroom? I've been only to the toilet downstairs."
"Go upstairs, along the corridor to my bedroom..."
"I won't sleep with you!"
"... and there will be the brown door of the bathroom, you perv."
"OK."
Jack grabbed his rucksack and walked to the stairs.
"I'll be right back."
~~.~~
Wojtek was watching a tennis game when arms wrapped around his neck and warm breath enveloped his cheek.
"You have interesting things in your bathroom, you know?" asked Jack sweetly.
Wojciech started to feel a little dizzy and he was fighting with himself not to close his eyes. Jack’s hand was waving something in front of the goalkeeper's nose but for few seconds he wasn't able to see what it was. After a moment he saw black fluffy handcuffs. He felt his stomach twist and his cheeks flush.
"Who were you playing with?"
"Aayy.. It's not what you think, it was just some fun" mumbled Woj.
"I know it's fun, babe. But who?"
"A girl from a club. I didn't even know her name."
"You're a bad boy, Wojciech and I had no idea. What a pity..." laughed Jack.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh. Nothing, I'm just curious how she reacted when you tried to tie her to the bed," grinned Jack.
Wojciech laughed softly.
"She was looking at me like I'm a mad man, started to scream and ran away, so we had no fun," Wojciech made a puppy face.
"Maybe you'll be able to use them again..." purred Jack.
"You're going to lend me your girlfriend?"
"Who's talking about my girlfriend? Tie me" told Jack looking right into Wojciech's eyes who seemed like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.
"You're saying that you want to have sex with me?" Woj asked dumbly.
"It depends on what you’ve heard."
The goalkeeper choked and leaned over Jack whose eyes became darker than they were usually.
"You really mean it?" asked Wojciech licking his lips.
"Check it" told Jack and brought their lips together.
His hands were stroking the strong arms and athletic back of his friend. Wojciech took his face into huge hands and his thumbs were caressing the other’s cheekbones. Their kiss became deeper and when the goalkeeper pulled back Jack's lips were pink and gorgeously swollen. Wojciech gasped at this sight and took Jack's hand.
"You'll get what you wanted," grinned Wojtek.
They went straight to a Woj’s bedroom. Woj silently thanked God that his bed had a sturdy enough bedhead so that Jack's plan could be executed. The goalkeeper took their clothes off, leaving Jack completely naked and Wojciech in his briefs. The English man decided to have fun until he could. He gripped at his lover's ass and felt strong arms tighten around him with more force.
Jack was pushed onto the bed and until he could realise what was going on, he was pinned to the bed by his lover and couldn't move. He heard a silent click and felt something cold around his wrists. He smiled at Wojciech.
"You have to be a good boy. Be patient and listen to my commands, right?"
"Of course, Mr. I'm the boss."
"Shh... Or I'll have to make you beg me for every touch..." whispered Woj into Jack's ear as he rubbed himself over the muscular body. Hard erection rubbed against Jack, causing him to moan. The cold air made his body shiver when Wojciech got up off the bed.
"Where are you going? I hope you're not so cruel to leave me hard and naked on your bed."
"I wouldn't be able to do it. Believe me" he leaned to place a soft kiss on Jack's lips.
"I'm going to get something which will make this even more fun."
"I'm already afraid" grinned Jack.
When he saw Wojtek again he was waving with a piece of black material in his palm.
"You're going to use it for..."
"I'm going to make you blind with it."
"Why?"
"It would be hot to watch you beg for my touch and moan with every single touch, leaning into me because you can’t see."
He wrapped the material around Jack's eyes and sat on his ankles.
"Let's get the party started."
He took a slim leg into his palm and made a trail with his tongue. When he reached Jack’s hip, he touched the hipbone with the tip of his tongue. Jack jerked his hips up and his penis jumped on the tanned stomach.
"Don't hurry me. I haven't even started," grinned Woj.
"I can't feel you. Where are you?" asked worried Jack.
In the same moment he could feel a hot tongue in his ear and warm hands on his hard pink nipples.
"Oh! My God... Don't stop!"
Soon, the goalkeeper's mouth sucked at Jack's nipples and his hands were going down the sides to grab his ass.
"I would kill to be able to hold your head right there" breathed the midfielder.
Wojtek's lips trailed wet kisses down the tanned stomach and his tongue made a circle around his bellybutton. Then he put his lover's erection into his mouth. He sucked at it, his tongue swirling around Jack’s twitching cock. Jack's breath became irregular and short. Wojciech released his cock and put a hand on the base of it.
"You like that? The feeling of my hand on your dick?" His palm was stroking the swollen cock slowly, feeling the pressure build up within Jack.
"Wojciech... " moaned Jack quietly.
"You'd like me to fuck your tight hole with my big friend? Tell me Jacky... Would you?"
"Yesss... Everything. I want you so bad..."
Wojciech stroked him faster and kissed him with passion as he came. Then he placed himself over his lover again and planted some kisses on his arms and neck. The goalkeeper reached for the bottle of lube, opened it and spread some on his fingers.
"What are you...Nghhh!" Jack screamed in surprise when he felt an index finger entering him.
Wojciech was patiently moving it in and out of Jack's arse. Soon, the man wanted to feel more and his hips were jerking up with each movement of the slim finger inside his body. Wojciech added one more, grazing against an area that left Jack eagerly moving against him.
"Please... Now, please, Wojciech, please..." Jack murmured incomprehensible words into Woj's shoulder.
The Polish man placed himself in front of Jack's hole and started to enter it slowly while his lips were on Jack's. During the passionate kiss they shared Jack's mouth opened and let a loud noise escape.
"You were supposed to be quiet," said Wojciech with a crafty smile on his face. Jack blushed furiously when Wojciech took a piece of material of his eyes so he was able to see his beautiful chocolate pupils.
"I-I can't make myself. I'm trying..." said ashamed Jack.
"It's all right, lad," purred Wojciech into his ear.
He started to move against Jack, at first slowly, then his rhythm became faster and faster. Jack was bitting at his neck from pleasure. Wojciech's palm reached for the cock prisoned between their stomachs and stroked it in the same rhythm as he was fucking Jack. The goalkeeper loved the feeling of being the master of situation. He practically had Jack on his own and could decide what he would do to him. He looked at the man beneath him and the sight was more beautiful than he ever imagined. Jack's eyes were half closed, lips opened and swollen, sweat dripping down his chest and his hard erection as the last evidence of the delight he was getting from the Polish man. He couldn't make himself last any minute more and came in Jack with a loud moan. Soon, Jack came too. Wojciech realised Jack from the handcuffs and brought him closer so their bodies were wrapped around each other.
"I love you, my little pervert" said Woj quietly.
"Love you too. I have an idea for tomorrow," he grinned mischievously.
"Bring your goalkeeper gloves."
"For what?"
"Have I ever told you I love spanking?"
"No, so we have to check if it's true, right?" smiled Wojciech.
"I have to look for interesting things in your house more often."
They cuddled and soon fell asleep.
~~.~~
A/N: * "Prosty chłop" means in Polish something like 'straight guy" in English
** "Równy chłop" means 'cool guy'
Pairing: Jack Wilshere/Wojciech Szczęsny
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true.
Warning: sexual content
Word count: 2, 500
Type: oneshot
Beta: oh_pedia
Wojciech's house seemed like a palace in both its size and the decorations used, from the long grey curtains in his living room to the golden cushions on a huge sofa. Wojciech loved such things, he used to tell his friends that they give character to the house, made it look like his own place to live. Jack always loved visiting his Polish friend, not just because of his beautiful house but also because of all talks they've had.
The goalkeeper always knew when Jack needed help and his house was always open for him with Wojciech and a cool beer. The English man was always thankful for his friend. They were grown men but everybody they knew told them that they acted like children, always pranking and telling dirty jokes at the most inappropriate of times.
One night, after the Arsenal-Man City match, guys decided to have a sleepover.
"You mean sleepover like sleeping on the ground in tons of pillows, eating popcorn while watching some lame film, pillow fights and talking about cuties?" joked Woj.
"Why not? You'll look interesting with pink eye shadow and some lipstick on your face" grinned Jack.
"Hey!" he got hit by his friend's training jersey.
"Ugh... But you don't smell like a teenage girl. More like an old sock."
"So are we going to meet at my place or yours?"
"I think mine isn't available" Jack's face got serious. "You know my girlfriend thinks that I should act more responsible, no parties, jokes and... Never mind."
"What?" asked curiously Wojciech.
"She doesn't like you much. She thinks it's your fault that I'm still out but you know it's not, right?" Jack looked at Wojciech with hope in his eyes.
"Ummm... I don't think it's the right idea for me to intervene into your relationship" said the confused goalkeeper.
"Sure, ok. Let's change the subject. We should meet at your place. Maybe on Saturday, about eight o'clock?"
“Anything for you, lad."
~~.~~
A colorful screen was showing some action film and beer was already hidden in the fridge. That was a necessary preparation for their "guy's night". They planned to watch a film, talk a little and then go to sleep (but without all that cruddy things like sleeping bags, pillow fights or whatever). Wojtek was excited for the whole day and couldn't make himself to stop smiling.
The Polish man almost jumped over the sofa when he heard the car on his driveway. He has made the last corrections of a controlled mess on his head and opened the door, before Jack even reached for a door bell.
"Hi!" he smiled at the midfielder and pulled him into a bear hug.
"Hey. I brought us some popcorn and Jack Daniel's" he gave the bottle to Wojtek and started to take off his leather jacket.
"So was your girlfriend pleased when she found out where you're going?" asked Wojciech.
"I'm already sick of this woman. Don't talk about her, please" asked Jack.
"Okay. But, if you'd like to talk you know where to find me, right?"
"You're a great man, Wojciech. How do you say that in polish? "Prosty chłop"*?" Wojtek started to laugh hard.
"You have a terrible accent, lad. And we say it "równy chłop"**. Come on, let's open the beer" he wrapped an arm around Jack and started walking towards the living room.
"I'm going to get the beer. And remember: my home is yours."
Jack smiled at his friend. After a minute Wojtek came back from the kitchen handing the English man a bottle of deliciously cold beer.
"Here you are."
"So, what are we going to watch?"
"What about "Deep throat"?" asked Woj with a mischievous smile. It caused Jack to blush a little but he still tried to act loosely.
"I'm not going to watch porn with you! You're such a pervert, Wojciech."
"And that's why you love me, right?" grinned Wojciech.
"Every day I'm asking myself why God gave me you. I hope he has fun because you're impossible and you're like a big child."
"I hope you're not a paedophile 'cause I must've been afraid of you. And I can't-"
He slowly leaned in to Jack who was watching him with questioning eyes. Wojciech burst out with laughter and was almost crawling over the sofa with tears in his eyes.
"You really thought I was going to kiss you?" asked the keeper, still laughing hard.
"You seemed like you were! And you're unpredictable so I had to be careful." Jack started to defend himself.
"You should've seen your face! It was like 'What the fuck is he doing?!’ Wow! That was pretty epic." Wojtek couldn’t stop laughing.
"It was epic? Now watch this!" said Jack kissing Wojciech roughly with such passion that Wojciech's smile disappeared. When he pulled back he saw that Wojciech’s eyes were closed.
"Now that was epic, right?" asked the midfielder with a huge smile on his face.
"Why did you do it?" asked the Polish player.
"To shut your mouth" answered Jack calmly. Wojciech breathed deeply, like he was trying to keep himself calm.
"You look like you enjoyed it, didn't you?" asked Jack innocently.
"Let's watch the film. The commercials are already over."
They watched a horror movie with a lot of blood, human organs - in general, a movie where it was difficult to avoid anything gory. Jack watched it with interest in his eyes and sometimes was making a comment about who would be dead first.
"I hope that blond girl will survive until the last scene. I'd love to see her running. If you know what I mean," he pointed at the blond girl with big breasts and made a motion like he was holding two huge watermelons.
"It's a pity that the girl with brown hair got killed. She was kinda hot..." said Wojciech.
Both of them grinned. They loved making bets about people in horror films. Usually Wojciech would win, leading Jack to accuse him of already watching the film. Their scuffles would always end with them wrestling against one another, the warmth of the beer they drank warm in their bellies. It wasn't different this time. They crawled on the sofa, falling on the carpet and tugging at one another’s clothes, laughing. After five minutes they were too tired to fight and they lay down next to each other breathing harshly.
"I know you've watched that film," grinned Jack.
"Maybe?"
"You liar! You're awful!" shouted Jack with a smile.
"You don't really mean it" said the goalkeeper calmly.
"Let's start preparing ourselves to go to sleep" suggested Jack. "Where is your bathroom? I've been only to the toilet downstairs."
"Go upstairs, along the corridor to my bedroom..."
"I won't sleep with you!"
"... and there will be the brown door of the bathroom, you perv."
"OK."
Jack grabbed his rucksack and walked to the stairs.
"I'll be right back."
~~.~~
Wojtek was watching a tennis game when arms wrapped around his neck and warm breath enveloped his cheek.
"You have interesting things in your bathroom, you know?" asked Jack sweetly.
Wojciech started to feel a little dizzy and he was fighting with himself not to close his eyes. Jack’s hand was waving something in front of the goalkeeper's nose but for few seconds he wasn't able to see what it was. After a moment he saw black fluffy handcuffs. He felt his stomach twist and his cheeks flush.
"Who were you playing with?"
"Aayy.. It's not what you think, it was just some fun" mumbled Woj.
"I know it's fun, babe. But who?"
"A girl from a club. I didn't even know her name."
"You're a bad boy, Wojciech and I had no idea. What a pity..." laughed Jack.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh. Nothing, I'm just curious how she reacted when you tried to tie her to the bed," grinned Jack.
Wojciech laughed softly.
"She was looking at me like I'm a mad man, started to scream and ran away, so we had no fun," Wojciech made a puppy face.
"Maybe you'll be able to use them again..." purred Jack.
"You're going to lend me your girlfriend?"
"Who's talking about my girlfriend? Tie me" told Jack looking right into Wojciech's eyes who seemed like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.
"You're saying that you want to have sex with me?" Woj asked dumbly.
"It depends on what you’ve heard."
The goalkeeper choked and leaned over Jack whose eyes became darker than they were usually.
"You really mean it?" asked Wojciech licking his lips.
"Check it" told Jack and brought their lips together.
His hands were stroking the strong arms and athletic back of his friend. Wojciech took his face into huge hands and his thumbs were caressing the other’s cheekbones. Their kiss became deeper and when the goalkeeper pulled back Jack's lips were pink and gorgeously swollen. Wojciech gasped at this sight and took Jack's hand.
"You'll get what you wanted," grinned Wojtek.
They went straight to a Woj’s bedroom. Woj silently thanked God that his bed had a sturdy enough bedhead so that Jack's plan could be executed. The goalkeeper took their clothes off, leaving Jack completely naked and Wojciech in his briefs. The English man decided to have fun until he could. He gripped at his lover's ass and felt strong arms tighten around him with more force.
Jack was pushed onto the bed and until he could realise what was going on, he was pinned to the bed by his lover and couldn't move. He heard a silent click and felt something cold around his wrists. He smiled at Wojciech.
"You have to be a good boy. Be patient and listen to my commands, right?"
"Of course, Mr. I'm the boss."
"Shh... Or I'll have to make you beg me for every touch..." whispered Woj into Jack's ear as he rubbed himself over the muscular body. Hard erection rubbed against Jack, causing him to moan. The cold air made his body shiver when Wojciech got up off the bed.
"Where are you going? I hope you're not so cruel to leave me hard and naked on your bed."
"I wouldn't be able to do it. Believe me" he leaned to place a soft kiss on Jack's lips.
"I'm going to get something which will make this even more fun."
"I'm already afraid" grinned Jack.
When he saw Wojtek again he was waving with a piece of black material in his palm.
"You're going to use it for..."
"I'm going to make you blind with it."
"Why?"
"It would be hot to watch you beg for my touch and moan with every single touch, leaning into me because you can’t see."
He wrapped the material around Jack's eyes and sat on his ankles.
"Let's get the party started."
He took a slim leg into his palm and made a trail with his tongue. When he reached Jack’s hip, he touched the hipbone with the tip of his tongue. Jack jerked his hips up and his penis jumped on the tanned stomach.
"Don't hurry me. I haven't even started," grinned Woj.
"I can't feel you. Where are you?" asked worried Jack.
In the same moment he could feel a hot tongue in his ear and warm hands on his hard pink nipples.
"Oh! My God... Don't stop!"
Soon, the goalkeeper's mouth sucked at Jack's nipples and his hands were going down the sides to grab his ass.
"I would kill to be able to hold your head right there" breathed the midfielder.
Wojtek's lips trailed wet kisses down the tanned stomach and his tongue made a circle around his bellybutton. Then he put his lover's erection into his mouth. He sucked at it, his tongue swirling around Jack’s twitching cock. Jack's breath became irregular and short. Wojciech released his cock and put a hand on the base of it.
"You like that? The feeling of my hand on your dick?" His palm was stroking the swollen cock slowly, feeling the pressure build up within Jack.
"Wojciech... " moaned Jack quietly.
"You'd like me to fuck your tight hole with my big friend? Tell me Jacky... Would you?"
"Yesss... Everything. I want you so bad..."
Wojciech stroked him faster and kissed him with passion as he came. Then he placed himself over his lover again and planted some kisses on his arms and neck. The goalkeeper reached for the bottle of lube, opened it and spread some on his fingers.
"What are you...Nghhh!" Jack screamed in surprise when he felt an index finger entering him.
Wojciech was patiently moving it in and out of Jack's arse. Soon, the man wanted to feel more and his hips were jerking up with each movement of the slim finger inside his body. Wojciech added one more, grazing against an area that left Jack eagerly moving against him.
"Please... Now, please, Wojciech, please..." Jack murmured incomprehensible words into Woj's shoulder.
The Polish man placed himself in front of Jack's hole and started to enter it slowly while his lips were on Jack's. During the passionate kiss they shared Jack's mouth opened and let a loud noise escape.
"You were supposed to be quiet," said Wojciech with a crafty smile on his face. Jack blushed furiously when Wojciech took a piece of material of his eyes so he was able to see his beautiful chocolate pupils.
"I-I can't make myself. I'm trying..." said ashamed Jack.
"It's all right, lad," purred Wojciech into his ear.
He started to move against Jack, at first slowly, then his rhythm became faster and faster. Jack was bitting at his neck from pleasure. Wojciech's palm reached for the cock prisoned between their stomachs and stroked it in the same rhythm as he was fucking Jack. The goalkeeper loved the feeling of being the master of situation. He practically had Jack on his own and could decide what he would do to him. He looked at the man beneath him and the sight was more beautiful than he ever imagined. Jack's eyes were half closed, lips opened and swollen, sweat dripping down his chest and his hard erection as the last evidence of the delight he was getting from the Polish man. He couldn't make himself last any minute more and came in Jack with a loud moan. Soon, Jack came too. Wojciech realised Jack from the handcuffs and brought him closer so their bodies were wrapped around each other.
"I love you, my little pervert" said Woj quietly.
"Love you too. I have an idea for tomorrow," he grinned mischievously.
"Bring your goalkeeper gloves."
"For what?"
"Have I ever told you I love spanking?"
"No, so we have to check if it's true, right?" smiled Wojciech.
"I have to look for interesting things in your house more often."
They cuddled and soon fell asleep.
~~.~~
A/N: * "Prosty chłop" means in Polish something like 'straight guy" in English
** "Równy chłop" means 'cool guy'