I promise to protect your heart

It is impossible not to love cats, purring, warm, fluffy creatures… And only those who have no soul are incapable of pure love. Those who have cats usually become happier from scratching the bellies of their pets. Among such people were the trio from the group Ziferblat. Representatives of Ukraine who came to Switzerland. Or more precisely, to Basel. Their pets remained at home, in Kyiv. The leader, vocalist Daniil Leshchinsky, asked to cancel the performance at Euro Village… Twin brother, guitarist Valentin understood and did not insist. Instead, he went somewhere again, leaving him alone. Everything fell on the soloist’s head at once on this empty day after the semi-final. This night was a celebration of the passage to the Eurovision final… But now there is no one to talk to. Tears flow down flushed cheeks. A quiet, awkward laugh sounds. From the fact that he accidentally splashed a glass of water on his short hair. It got on his T-shirt, but the performer managed to change into a white one… He was sad because he just wanted to be heard. The beat of a lonely heart at this moment becomes completely different. Goosebumps are felt from a thin, invisible, but noticeable touch. The sound is similar to a pleasant drumbeat. It became inexplicably warm. Both inside and in thoughts. “It looks like I need to go to Fedya.” — Leshchinsky listened to his intuition. Naturally, Daniil wanted to confess and convey his love to his best friend. Therefore, he moved from his place, and then left the room, not thinking about anything.

Someone came to the house very…

Wet and bitten.

The floors are so empty. Even a little scary. Despite this, the vocalist trudged along the empty corridor in search of Fedor Khodakov. While he was walking, his hair had time to dry. When he managed to find the right number, Daniil immediately leaned his forehead against the door. He pressed himself like a kitten who was very wet from the rain. His heart was beating as if he were hearing bells ringing. His face was swollen from tears and blush. His hands were shaking just like his whole body… But he had enough strength to carefully lean back and knock. A thread of expectation and mental connection hung.

Open the door, please…

— Open the door. — Daniil asked in a trembling voice, then added a little louder and with a nervous laugh. — Please. He didn’t have to wait long. Slow steps were heard behind the door, and then, as if by magic, it swung open. He was on the threshold. Drummer Fedya, who was a year younger, with a short haircut, beard and mustache. He straightened his mint shirt. His kind face, as well as the look of his blue eyes, radiated a newly found, previously lost peace… And not a single attempt to reproach. The corners of his lips rose up from a feeling of affection and sympathy for Daniil, which he carefully kept in his heart. _Ah, it’s you, Danya. Hello. — the baritone sounded with warmth and unbridled respect.

I am now your kitty…

“I am now like your kitty…” — slipped through Daniil’s head, who involuntarily smiled at his thoughts, without saying a word in response… And Fyodor did not make a claim for this, but looked at him as if he were his beloved person, similar to a cat. In the silence, in the short pause that arose between them, there was no discomfort… Instead, there was something completely new. The heart of Khodakov, standing opposite, beats faster when he looks into the mirror of Leshchinsky’s soul, amber eyes. - Come in. — after these words, he moved away from the door to let his friend pass, and then, when he entered, he closed the door and turned to face him.

Little bare clumsy person…

Daniil seemed so small and awkward to himself. When he sat down on the floor and tried to pull off his sneakers — Fyodor did not climb without necessity… But he watched with affection. When Daniil took off his shoes — there was a knock. The shoes fell, and at the same time the question sounded in space “What happened to the hair?” Leshchinsky, leaning on his palms, stood on the floor with bare feet and answered “Yeah, I’m just clumsy person.” Then, when the frontman caught the attentiveness and complete understanding, he adjusted his hair and began to share.

From today, where you are…

— It’s so quiet everywhere. And empty surfaces… I afraid of I’m leave alone, you know. — no matter how awkward it was, Daniil decided to say it, and then giggled. — From today… More precisely, today I’ll be here. There, where you are. — he added dreamily, after which he briefly lowered his gaze when he noticed that the object of his affection was approaching and clarified: — You promise that you wouldn’t judge?

I promise to break dishes…

A nod of the head is already noticeable. Of course, Fedor is incredibly happy to hear that the object of his secret affection is staying nearby. He consciously chooses to stay. When the drummer stopped right in front of the group’s leader, he put his hand on his shoulder as a sign of support in any case and answered, “I promise.” Moreover, promises came true. The first time — when Khodakov swore to Leshchinsky that they would win the Selection with the song “Bird of Pray” and the second time — when he knew and convinced them that they would definitely make it to the final. Fortunately, it became easier to talk about feelings. - I don’t judge in general. I play the drums, I bang on them so that it seems like it breaks dishes. — a giggle escaped Fedor’s lips. — I can be a silent with you and Valya… But, Danya… It’s not about that now. — he no longer knew how not to give himself away, and put a trembling hand on the cheek of the one he really liked. — I don’t make empty promises. And I just want you to know…

But to protect your heart…

Leshchinsky was slightly taken aback, after which his heart rate quickened. At this exciting moment, Khodakov, who had been silent for a moment, also began to feel jitters all over his body. There was a second’s pause. When he was ready to melt, smiling, the most valuable, honest confession rang out. - I am ready to protect your heart. At first, it seemed to Daniil that he had been picked up like a cat. He felt that very bliss. In the drummer’s view read “I promise to protect your heart.”, dedicated only to him, his dear friend of heart. The vocalist was touched by the fact that he finally felt his value. That his emotions and feelings were respected. They were finally taken care of and accepted, and not trampled underfoot. Everything was as it should be. Danya carefully touched Fedya’s cheek with his palm, who was slightly embarrassed and stroked it with his finger from an excess of emotions, and then clarified while his voice trembled from natural excitement. — So that means yes? I just… I love you. Fedor only chuckled. He didn’t want to talk, but to make it clear through actions that everything was mutual. He leaned over and touched his cool nose with his warm lips, then whispered “Yes. I love you too.” Daniil’s cheeks blushed. At first, he was so embarrassed by this gesture that he wanted to ask, “What kind of fly bit you?” But he immediately realized that there are no such things… Although, if there are, it is called too much love. Then these two, like magnets that cannot tear themselves away, were instantly attracted when they closed their eyes and reached out to meet each other. The stubble from the drummer’s beard touched the sensitive skin of the soloist, and his lips lured him into a kiss. New sensations from them covered the vocalist, just like a prickly blanket. However, kissing his best friend, now the one who loves, holding his cheeks with his palms was pleasant. The lovers merged in a kiss in which intimacy reached a new level… The world stopped for a few moments… The connection of two hearts beating in unison was found. After the two members of the group Ziferblat experienced such an intimate moment of rapprochement, they opened their eyes, then slowly moved away from each other, walked to the sofa and sat down next to each other, transmitting all the love with the help of long, already bolder glances. Eye contact continued, and sparks flared up one after another, in different colors.

Dear one…

Now we are one for one…

While no name…

The frontman enjoyed the fact that the object of his affection, whom he not only respects as a musician and just a good friend, but also loves with all his heart, began to gently massage his shoulders and sang some song of his favorite band Okean Elzy. To tell the truth, Daniil really loved listening to Fyodor’s singing, although he rarely managed to hear it. Therefore, he was completely immersed: he caught the vibrations in the sound and closed his eyes from pleasure. One thing became clear: now they are not just best friends… And since the X-Factor, they are not nonames at all for each other. And they know each other well.

But for some reason I want to

To you in your hugs…

Then the drummer joined him and Valya after he liked own atmosphere. He feels good and opens up. For some reason, the frontman didn’t want to sit still, but to dive into the hugs… Although, this “somehow” was caused by the feeling of inspiring love… And unconditional trust on both sides. - Fedya, I… I am thankful to you. And I want to hug you. So much. — Daniil said with gratitude, feeling that his open gaze was shining.

Be my baby boy…

How well Fedor reacted was clear from the fact that he stopped humming. From his open smile, which he covered with his hand out of embarrassment and the words “You read my thoughts. Come here.” He opened his arms wide, as if saying with his whole body “Be my Little Prince.” As soon as Danya, who felt a gentle feeling and feeling like a little boy, pressed himself against Fedya’s chest, listening to how his heart reacted to his presence, the drummer wrapped his palms around his back and leaned back on the edge of the sofa…

I heard that people call it love…

And then he put his warm hand on the back of his head and stroked his beloved soul’s head. Thoughts about kissing those cool, but necessary lips of Leshchinsky were born again and again in Khodakov’s consciousness, eyes and soul. The drummer, as a true musician, felt and heard something important: what they show to each other in adequate people is called love.

From the first smell…

From the first touch…

Daniil also finally experienced what it was like to distinguish a real feeling from what is usually imagined instead of it. He inhaled the air saturated with the smell of Fyodor’s hair and felt how this attractive aroma of tea merged with his own. As always, it smelled of comfort and support that every person deserves. From the first tangible smell, something so close and familiar wafted. This smell was different from Valentin’s perfumes. From the first touch of the fingers, which smoothly slid over the forearms and hands — the leader of the group felt that there was a mutual desire for rapprochement.

From the first bite of the ear…

And a kiss on the belly…

The vocalist’s heart no longer cried from loneliness and rejoiced. How then the drummer, who could no longer contain his adoration, bit the lead singer on the earlobe. It was not sharp, like a vampire bite. On the contrary, a slow bite on the ear. And again an unexpected gesture from the object of affection towards Dani. Fedya carefully moved the thin body away from himself and, adoringly asking in a low voice “May I?”, touched his lips to the stomach, and then rose again to meet their gazes. A new wave of goosebumps went through the body, which received relaxation and acceptance. This is what cats feel when they bask.

What the fuck…

With you I am chill girl…

And not the prize of anyone or achivka…

“How… What’s going on in hell? Now I know… It’s that I feel so good with you. It was always. Now it’s very good… And it will be further.” Such an action was considered the height of what they could allow themselves. Of course, interactions with the one whom the vocalist quietly and clearly loves were pleasant. Next to the drummer, who is usually reserved, he finally let go of all worries. It is written on his face — so good. Goosebumps run down the skin. Leshchinsky’s soul does not worry about the fact that he is someone’s achievement… Daniil heard even in his heart that the best reward for Khodakov is he… Vulnerable and touching, kind person. His voice, whisper and secret fears, which he is ready to personally heal with his presence. The most beautiful thing is that both had no expectations. On the contrary, the lovers enjoyed the moment, touching each other. They could not express all their emotions in words. Leshchinsky and Khodakov wanted to take the bright feeling in their arms and lull it like a kitten. These two switched off the mode of those who in everyday life behave like daring jokers in time. All the old patterns disappeared. Instead, there was an established feeling of trepidation and magic. The artists wanted to love and they loved. The lovers carefully hugged each other by the neck and simply illuminated each other with a smile, without saying anything. Happiness loves silence and them. — I love you, you know. — unexpectedly, but very openly admitted Fedya. — Believe me, you are the first one I want to trust so much. — these words sounded very quietly, right from Leshchinsky’s lips. — I believe. You too. — Danya said and, closing his eyes, purred the word “I love” while a sincere smile and dimples that arose from the spectrum of positive feelings remained on his face. This finally touched Fyodor. He took his dear face in his palms and; feeling how cheeks of Danya were blushing under his fingers, he caught their common rhythm, after which he closed his eyes. He covered the tip of Daniil’s nose with his lips, and then touched his lips again and kissed him. It did not take long to wait for an answer. Quiet sounds, filled with tenderness shared by two and similar to their names, alternately escaped from their lips. When his lips touched his beloved, the vocalist was covered by an incredibly strong feeling of attraction. And still, despite the fact that Valentin, who likes to joke and walk alone, can return at night… There is a moment here and now, where they are important to each other. After the last kiss, they reluctantly moved away from each other. They experienced together how they glowed with happiness and smiled. They spoke in a whisper, synchronously, “I don’t want to lie about how nothing happened, if it happened and everything turned out very well… But we can keep everything that is between us a secret that others will not know.” Daniil agreed, nodding his head, and then slowly got up from his seat. To curiosity in a banal but necessary clarifying question, “Where are you going?” he answered honestly, in a good mood, “To my family.” Something important was implied by such words. This is already reality. Leshchinsky remembered that ahead, in the middle of the day, he would still have to meet guests — his parents and sister with her husband. He would definitely not reveal to them what had happened. The appetite and desire to eat good food became much stronger… And loneliness no longer seems so scary. In these tender moments next to Fedya, Daniil already clearly understood what love is. A real love connection is strong, filled with sensuality and purring.