Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (21 page)

That trail of thought was stopped short
though.

“Maybe I could say you’re a funeral
director,” Seth pondered with a deep frown as if it took a lot of
effort for him to come up with that stupid idea. With the amount of
assholish things he’d said earlier tonight, the only thing saving
him was how hot he looked in a leather jacket. Even if he did wear
a T-shirt with a person of nondescript gender underneath. Dom
couldn’t understand why a guy like Seth would even own something
with a print like that. It had to be some band he liked because the
person looked like he (she?) could be in a musician, with their
smoky eyes, red lipstick and cigarette in hand.

“Or, I could say you wear ladies
lingerie.”

Seth’s lips parted, and for a moment he just
stared. “The fuck? I’m being serious here!”

Domenico rolled his eyes and gestured down
his body. “Do I look like a funeral director?”

“I don’t know. You could be. Young venture
capitalist starting his own business. And you sort of… um… see
people off to the afterlife.” That was a bit morbid even for Dom’s
taste.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Is that
really the best you’ve got? It’s hardly attractive. Or glamorous
for that matter.”

“Oh, I know! Italian male model, travels the
world in limos and helicopters, with only his D&G sunglasses to
shield him from all the glitz that surrounds him.” Seth wiggled his
eyebrows and slid closer.

Domenico chuckled and let his head fall back
in silent frustration. “That’s a bit better,” he said, putting his
arm around Seth and petting his nape. “But that’s not the career
I’d pursue. I’d choose something classy and low-profile.”

“You’re the one who wanted glamour.” Seth
sighed, stroking Dom’s thigh. The suit was doing its job. “Let’s
just go with ‘banker’. No one will want details about that.”

Domenico grinned and played with the styled
ends of Seth’s hair. “People would ask me finance questions. I’d go
with an antique dealer.”

Seth leaned into Dom’s neck with his face,
scratching him with stubble. “I can go with that.”

Domenico smiled, hugging him. Seth was
getting very touchy-feely, which had to be a good sign. “Gold
digger.”

“That’s me. All about my sugar daddy.” Seth’s
breath tickled Domenico’s skin, the experience elevated to
something out of this world when Dom felt a warm palm on his dick.
It was a mouth-watering experience, and Dom immediately spread his
thighs wider.

“I see that this style does always win.”

“It looks good on you. Like you know shit.”
Seth pulled away to push a button on the side of the door. The dark
glass between them and the chauffeur slid up with a quiet buzz.
Now this is getting interesting.

Domenico looked at him with full attention.
What would it be? He wouldn’t mind fucking in the car, but they
would both get sweaty. “I do know shit.”

As soon as the glass was up, Seth bent down
for a kiss, still rubbing Dom through the fabric. “It reminds me
just how cool and collected you are.”

“And you want to change that?” guessed
Domenico, nuzzling Seth’s nose.

“Yeah, I’ll make you forget who you are.
You’ll admit you’re a funeral director when I’m done,” he grinned
and slid to his knees in the cramped space in front of Dom and
pulled down the zip in Dom’s trousers.

Despite his best efforts, for a moment Dom
had trouble breathing. Anticipation crawled up his spine as he
angled his hips forward and rested his arms on top of the backrest.
“I’d say you just want to get a discount on a renaissance
painting.”

Seth wasn’t exactly the master of blow jobs,
but he was learning. Too bad he wasn’t all that eager of a student.
Since he started finding pleasure in bottoming, he was actually
more willing to give up his ass than his mouth. Dom didn’t really
understand what was going on in that handsome head of his, and with
Seth not talking, working out what turned him on was a series of
trial and error experiments.

Domenico let his head fall back and enjoyed
the sweet, sinful heat of Seth’s lips. It didn’t matter all that
much what put Seth into the right mood as long as he continued
sucking on the head of Dom’s cock and taking in half of it with
each bob of his head. He chuckled.

“Mr. Driver’s gonna have nightmares, you
seducer.” He groaned and pushed Seth’s head closer, unable to help
himself. He needed to feel that warm throat constrict around him.
Seth gripped Dom’s thighs and gagged every now and then, but
wouldn’t pull away.

“You like that?” whispered Dom, giving him
just enough slack to breathe with his mouth still on his cock. Seth
became all red-faced, and with the wet glimmer in his eyes, he was
absolutely stunning.

Seth sighed through his nose, backing off for
a breath before swallowing more of Dom’s cock once more with
trembling lips. His stubble scratched Dom’s skin, only reminding
him what a hunk he had between his legs.

Domenico closed his eyes for a moment,
melting into the gentle suction. He had to watch out so that Seth
didn’t actually drain him. The thought made him smile, and he
pulled Seth off his cock for a kiss that tasted of Domenico’s own
meat and tea. Seth arched up breathlessly and stroked Dom’s naked
hips. “I’ll always have you sated,” he whispered, and Domenico bit
his lips, looking into the determination in Seth’s dark eyes. Why
would it be there during a nice blow job?

“So, you fucked the guys we’re going to
meet?” he asked eventually, nipping on Seth’s plump lip.

Seth blinked a lot too quickly, slid back to
his knees, and kissed the head of Dom’s cock. “Huh? I’m sucking
your dick here. Where did that come from?”

Dom smiled. “I wanted to catch you off guard,
big boy.” He moved his fingers over the delicious stubble, sorry he
couldn’t hear how it brushed against skin.

“Just one. But I won’t tell you which.” Seth
grinned widely, and Dom could hardly believe his audacity.

He ignored the pang of jealousy stabbing him
in the side. “Oh? Make that a challenge.”

“I wouldn’t hand the guy over into your
hands.” Seth gave Dom’s cockhead a teasing lick.

“I can handle a limp wrist any day.” Domenico
breathed in a huge gulp of air, squeezing his hand on Seth’s
shoulder, only to stab his cock deeper into the tight cavity hidden
in Seth’s mouth.

Seth gagged, but didn’t protest, bobbing his
head like a good boy. Every time he managed to let Dom into his
throat, it was like getting closer to heaven.

He moved his hips to the edge of the seat to
take more control. He decided to screw Seth’s hair, they could deal
with it after. With that in mind, he clawed his fingers into the
styled hair, eagerly thrusting forward time after time.

Seth looked up at him, his eyes glossing up
as he gave his mouth over in surrender. He let out a grunt with
every jerk of Dom’s hips.

“Love that hole,” whispered Domenico, looking
into Seth’s eyes as he forced his cock balls-deep into the
welcoming throat. His body was hot all over, already closing up to
the finish line.

A tear dripped down the side of Seth’s
temple, but he didn’t back off, letting Dom enjoy that hot
tightness. It didn’t take long for Dom to spill his load, clinging
to Seth’s head for dear life. Even his toes became strangely tense
with the sudden jerk they made. “It’s all yours,” he whispered,
dropping to the seat, pumped out of energy.

It was a delight to see Seth swallow the
spunk and gasp for air, his chin all wet. “Oh fuck,” was all he
managed, getting some tissues from his pocket.

“Up,” muttered Domenico, diving in to pull
Seth back on the seat. He was feeling lazy, but he couldn’t leave
Seth hanging with so many temptations on the horizon.

“I’m good,” Seth said quickly, cleaning his
face. “Like, halfway. I’ll cool off till we get there. I’ll be more
horny by the time we get home. You happy?”

Domenico looked at him, stunned. Seth was
never big on delayed gratification. “Why would you wait?”

Seth bit his lip. “To build up tension and
stuff like that?”

“We’re going to a club to meet your friends,
you will get enough tension watching half-naked guys on the dance
floor. We both know how it is.” Domenico snorted and pulled Seth
close, putting his hand on that hard cock. It was all ready for the
taking.

“Maybe…” Seth looked up at him and leaned in
for a kiss. He was so easy.

Domenico opened Seth’s pants and pulled out
his cock, feeling up its pulsing length with raising excitement. It
was so smooth, so warm and alive. “I don’t want you
distracted.”

“Afraid my cock would guide me?” Seth arched
his hips toward Dom.

“I want you to only have eyes for your man,”
muttered Dom, before stifling further conversation by putting his
mouth to good use.

“My cock would always guide me back to my
man.” Seth grinned.

Dom finished right on time, and when they
exited the car, Seth’s legs were still a bit wobbly.

The place wasn’t what Dom expected. He stuck
out like a sore thumb in the bar full of guys in regular clothes,
some even scruffy-looking. It wasn’t like the clubs he was used to.
There was some graffiti on the walls, the brown floor was made of
some nondescript resin, and the whole place looked like a pub that
hadn’t been renovated since the 1960s. The music had a lot of
guitar in it, and with his leather jacket and stubble, Seth fit
right in with the college crowd.

Domenico raised his brows, but chose not to
say a thing and followed him inside, grabbing his hand as soon as
they were past the door. The rhythm was loud and unpleasant like a
swarm of hornets , but he could cope with that as long as he had
Seth close. His new man was a provider of endless
entertainment.

“It’s not a big bar, but I like it. I used to
come here with friends all the time.” Seth squeezed Dom’s hand, and
they instantly started getting checked out. No wonder, they were
both very attractive, masculine, and well dressed. Domenico
supposed many of their admirers would do a lot for a prospective
threesome. Unfortunately for them, that wouldn’t happen. The place
reeked of beer rather than expensive drinks, which Dom wasn’t sure
if he approved of or not.

His peace of mind was shattered when someone
stumbled into Seth from behind, pushing him forward. Dom’s hand
instinctively moved under the jacket, but he slouched, letting it
hang by his side when he noticed the ‘attacker’ was neither tall
nor wide. He reminded Dom of a fish skeleton dressed in a bodysuit
of human skin.

Dom let go of Seth’s hand and backed away,
scrutinizing the young man, from legs clad in skin-tight jeans that
were clearly meant for a female to the red-rimmed glasses he was
wearing. Ignoring Dom, he clung to Seth like a lost child. “Seth,
you’re alive!”

Seth looked back, and his face instantly lit
up. “Georgie!”

Domenico frowned, watching the tearful
reunion of his lover and... another limp wrist. Was this the person
Seth was talking about in the car? The one he fucked? At any rate,
Dom decided not to tempt fate and put an arm around his
partner.

Georgie stepped back, adjusting the crooked
glasses and... winked at Dom, whose throat squeezed in horror.
“Won’t you introduce me to your friend, Seth?”

Seth cleared his throat and introduced them
to each other.

“Oh, my God! He’s so handsome.” The guy
giggled and poked Seth in the chest. “Is he single?”

Domenico stared at him, trying hard not to
laugh in the guy’s face.

“No!” Seth rolled his eyes. “Can’t you see
he’s with me?”

Georgie shifted his weight with a smile. “Oh.
So where’s Peter?”

Domenico frowned as anger stirred in his
chest. “Seth, let’s meet the other guys as well, shall we?”

Seth sighed and walked along. “Yeah, Georgie,
I’ll tell you everything. Don’t wanna repeat the story.”

Georgie started making his way through the
room, and Dom groaned, pulling Seth closer. “Please, tell me it
wasn’t him.”

The way Seth rolled his eyes suggested it
wasn’t. “You will never know.”

Georgie grabbed Seth under the arm as they
approached a table of guys already greeting them with a howl of
Seth’s name.

“Why is he so clingy?” asked Dom, ignoring
the fact that Georgie was right there, though with the noise, it
was possible he didn’t hear a thing.

“It’s just the way he is.” Seth laughed it
off, just fueling Dom’s annoyance. He hated not getting the
attention he deserved.

“He should change then because it’s fucking
pissing me off,” he said into Seth’s ear as they approached a large
circular booth in the corner, with six people already seated with
their drinks. To Domenico’s relief, most were ordinary guys, two of
them quite good-looking.

But something stirred in Dom when one of them
stood up. He noticed the guy was wearing the exact same T-shirt
Seth was.

“Look who I met on my way to the bar. Seth
and his new boyfriend,” Georgie said in a high-pitched, excited
way, and the guy in the T-shirt almost stumbled over someone else’s
feet in a hurry to get to Seth.

“Seth, where have you been? No one could
reach you!” He spared Dom a glance that carried Dom’s answer. The
guy was stiff, his face tense as he put his arms around Seth.
Attachment was plainly visible.

“That’s him,” he told Seth, squeezing his
lover’s hand tightly. He didn’t like this kind of closeness at
all.

Seth didn’t look Dom in the eye but only gave
the guy a short hug. “Hiya, Robert, I’m good. It was complicated.”
Robert was quite handsome as well. Short, with a bush of curly dark
hair reaching below his ears.

“You smell so good,” he had the nerve to say
despite Dom’s presence. And Domenico Acerbi wouldn’t be made into a
cuckold in public.

He leaned in and pushed Robert away with a
frown. “What was that?”