Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

33. Domen - Bischofshofen - Day of qualification

The sound of a ukulele sounded through the room in a fast rhythm. Supported by a guitar and a xylophone, the typical Hawaiian sound turned sandy yellow hotel room walls into miles and miles of beaches, which, under the sound of the sea, would have almost invited for daydreaming on the dark blue carpet with its small pale blue triangles. Nearly. Because the almost romantic-looking atmosphere was destroyed by the intermingled of the Hawaiin sound with a gambling den. Provided with various engine noise as funky as the two players, who sat in front of the TV on the ground. Riveted by their game, they hecticly were swinging back and forth their controllers, which they were holding in their hands.

"Get away!" Domen shouted impatiently at the television as he rammed one of the race cars mercilessly to clear his way to the top.

"Maybe we should've better had played the agricultural imitator," commented Daniel Domens behavior amused. That's why the Norwegian noticed too late that he losed sight of his racing character, Koopa the Tortoise, because he was watching Domen too long. "What?! No no no no! Fuck! What's the curve doing there? "

Moody, drove Koopa against a beach promenade, because Daniel had slated the controller too much. Frantically tried the Norwegian to steer his character back on track, and he accidentally sunk his car in the sea, because the beach promenade suddenly but unexpectedly ended.

"Your giftedness knows no bounds, eh?" Domen grinned mischievously at Daniel, but he never lost sight of the screen. Daniel had won the last two races, now it was his turn again, if he was forced to play with that stupid figure that Daniel had chosen for him: Princess Peach. For that he had wanted to take revenge and in the absence of a snail he had chosen the turtle, which unfortunately proved to be faster than the Slovenian had been prefer.

"Crap! No! What? Hello? Traffic signs? "Daniel complained desperately next to him because he could no find the way back of the track, landing constantly in the sea and had to restart and was then almost immediately prompted by the game again to change the direction. Well, at least the sense of orientation of the turtle seemed to be as he liked it, thought Domen mischievously, the finish line already in sight. "Everywhere water! Can't anyone build a few signs here? Or- "

"Yes! Won! ", Seconds later, Domen triumphantly held his fist in the air. Amused, he watched Daniel, who was still trying to move from the spot until the game was over and the score appeared: Daniel was only very thin in front of Domen in the overall standings. "You realized, that the game is about being the first to finish, aren't you?" He quipped, leaning slightly to one side. Closer to Daniel.

"Maybe you should've told me that earlier, Butterprincess," he replied in a raucous voice, chasing goose bumps down Domen's back, as Daniel leaned against him and their noses touched. Timidly, Daniel began to nibble on Domen's lips, who groaned in frustration because he wanted more. More of the feeling of flying. More of the warmth that emanated from Daniel. More of not having to think.

Without noticing it, Domen let the controller slid to the ground and pulled Daniel with his hands eagerly closer to him, buried his hands in his blond hair. Deepened their kiss. He enjoyed the feeling of Daniel's hands, stroking his shoulder and back and his neck. They left burn marks where they touched his bare skin.

The whole evening, they had already spent like this together: Just playing this stupid racing game and barely able to keep their fingers off each other.

Only the knock on the door made them diverge. Sighing, Daniel stroked his cheek. "Food," he whispered regretfully, before straightening up and walking to the door.

Domen stared after him, still not quite back in the real world, when he registered how Daniel looked like. "Daniel!" Hissed Domen softly, as the Norwegian had already laid his hand on the doorknob. "Daniel! Psst! Your hair ... "Domen whispered nervously, pointing to the right half of his head. Daniel had ordered food for two, and if the hotel employee saw him like that ... One didn't have to be a Sherlock to solve this puzzle. What If he would saw him?