Lithuanian Winter, English Bed – Part 1

“£61,200 and obviously I only win this game when it’s not about real money”, he said, leaning back in his armchair and looking at me with his bright blue eyes. I shrugged, there I was again, naked in this loser’s bed. Well, obviously, I kinda liked him, but we were so different. He was fit, smoked a pack a day, conventionally hot, had a serious gambling addiction, smelled good and never found a good enough paying job and right then he was a cashier.

I was rather scrawny, worked in finance, felt like nobody normally noticed me, liked whisky and felt bad every time I took a social puff out of somebody’s vape.

He lit another cigarette, and I was just lying in his bed. “I hate the smell, especially indoors”. I was lying about that. Yes, I found him smoking inside weird, it felt out of age, but he looked hot, and I had always kinda liked the smell. “Oh how bad, that this is my flat and not yours”, he answered. He was back on his laptop, probably gambling with the little he had left. And me? I was confused. We’ve been meeting up for two months. One of us called the other. I went to his flat, we had sex and then I either left, or he kicked me out. But today he insisted that I say a little longer.

“Do you want to go for a second round, or why did you want me to stay?” I asked after hesitating for a while. “I want to get to know you personally” he answered. “Oh, I would never have guessed that” I replied, checking him out. He closed his PC, went over and sat beside me, and laid his arm around me. Being this close, I was able to see his stubble and he probably saw mine. He started going through my hair and I said “I’m an insecure 20-year-old, what about you?” he laughed, though I meant it. “Well, it only tells me that we have something in common,” he replied, still slightly chuckling. “Tell me, am I your type?” he asked without any hesitation. He was so sure that I’d blurt out a serious “Yes”, but instead I shook my head confidently. He asked me what I liked instead, and I replied honestly: “My last boyfriend was even scrawnier than me, and he was born into wealth and sort of knew how to handle money” I tried to continue my sentence, but he jumped in: “Oh and I’m the opposite of this again? You are mean”.

And yes, I wanted to be mean for a reason. “I am still not looking for a serious relationship, and I am still getting used to this country.” was the only thing I wanted him to know. “Where are you from again, Sweden?” I shook my head and replied: “No Lithuania it’s in the north as well, but I’m Baltic not Scandinavian”

“Oh, I’m terrible at geography. I don’t even know where Sweden is”. That was exactly how he was. He didn’t care about such basic things, but he clearly cared about me. I cared about such things, but not about him. “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow”, he said, and I replied: “Me too, but we will still go, start a new week and in one week we will see each other again and do this.” while talking I came close to his neck. I started kissing his neck. At first, he looked up. I continued going up his neck. He pulled me to his face, kissed me on the lips and healed me really tight. It didn’t take long, until we were all over each other again.