Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (31 page)

“Where? I… I want it in me. When you said you
wouldn’t fuck me, you lied, right?” Seth looked at Dom with his
eyes wide.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” said Dom breathlessly.
Seth understood what he wanted to do when Dom sat down on the dusty
floor next to the booth and raised his arms in invitation.

He didn’t have to ask twice. Seth straddled
him, hugging Dom tightly and already rubbing his ass against Dom’s
hard-on. So stiff for him, so ready. Seth’s whole body was like a
radiator, begging to share his heat with Dom.

“Let me just get my cock out,” chuckled Dom,
pulling Seth up by the hoodie. The sound of a zipper opening sent a
wave of shivers cascading down Seth’s body. Then there was the
familiar hardness at his entrance, and he melted, letting it
in.

“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, slide in,” Seth moaned,
cupping Dom’s cheeks and pushing down on the cock. He wanted it so
bad it was like an ache in his body which eased only when they
connected.

He forced his eyes open to watch the bliss
relax Domenico’s usually stern features, his eyes glazing over,
mouth going slack. And it was all because of Seth.

“You like being so full, don’t you?” asked
Domenico, putting his leather-encased hands on Seth’s ass and
opening him up even more.

“Full of you, only you,” Seth mewled, rubbing
against the touch and bending to kiss Dom’s lips. He loved how they
tasted. It was like having his first kiss every single time.
Sometimes sweet and gentle, sometimes penetrating him with his
tongue as if their mouths were fucking. In the position he was in,
Dom’s cock was reaching really deep into his body, moving with
every stir of their hips as if to drive Seth mad.

With a low groan, Domenico grabbed him close,
stabbing his dick in time and time again in series of harsh
thrusts. It was turning Seth’s stomach into warm Jell-O, all ready
and eager to accept Dom’s orgasm.

Seth hugged him tighter every time he rose on
his knees and the cockhead slid out, ready to ram back in. His face
was hot, but he stirred his hips shamelessly, taking that beloved
meat in. Even when all the muscles in his legs had been reduced to
an aching, tense, shivering mess, he couldn’t help himself and went
on, urged on by the obscenities spilling out of Dom’s mouth.

“I love it when you hug me with your ass.
It’s so tight and soft I can barely stand it.”

Seth clenched his buttocks over the cock,
looking into Dom’s eyes. “I can never go back to not having it in
me,” he panted and hid his face in his lover’s hair. It always
smelled so good. With the buzz in his head, it was hard to make the
choice between being close to Dom’s face and having most of that
glorious dick slip out, and deep penetration.

“You don’t have to. I’m happy to provide it
to you.” Dom bit into Seth’s neck again with a low growl. “How much
do you want it? I want to hear it.”

Seth yelped at another jab of Dom’s cock. He
was done being mild. He pushed his ass onto the throbbing cock,
riding it with a vengeance, pushing back and forth. Every time the
tip hit his prostate, he got louder. “Good! So fucking good! What a
cock!” No one would hear them so Seth let his enthusiasm flow
against the strong body underneath him. He slid off completely,
panting pure arousal instead of air. Seth’s dick pulsed with molten
lust and twitched when Dom turned his body round, rolling him to
the ground, into the harsh grime that was so uncomfortable on
Seth’s back. But the moment that glorious cock slid back home, all
complaints ceased to mean a thing, and he threw his arms around his
lover’s neck, letting him lead the last mile to orgasm. Dom’s body
stirred over him, pumping Seth with abandon, so hard and fast Seth
found it hard to breathe. Sweet, soft hair teased Seth’s face and
neck with each move.

“Love it like that!” he squealed with the
thrusts bordering on pain. It was the touch of leather on his ass
that sent him over the edge. “Motherfucker!” His anus tensed over
the cock, and he only hugged Domenico tighter, clawing his fingers
all over his back. The way that dick twitched in him was magic. The
world seemed to slow down, and he could sense Dom’s arms tightening
around him, digging into his flesh, the animalistic, desperate
thrusts that stung in a way that was perfect.

Domenico came, erupting deep inside Seth and
arching over him with a low groan. “It’s in you now...”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, all mine,” Seth babbled,
holding on to Dom as if his life depended on it. Only now the pain
of little rocks digging into his back started to matter. Especially
since Domenico rested his weight atop him. His hair was snaking all
over Seth’s chest like an invitation to petting. It took a good
minute for them to rest enough to speak, but Seth’s body still felt
heavy, tired, and pained from the hard work this act required of
him.

“I’ll shower in the morning because I want a
piece of you in bed with me tonight,” he whispered into Dom’s ear.
That declaration roused Domenico from his post-orgasmic nap, and he
looked at Seth, dark-eyed. With a sheen of sweat on his face and
lips still red from kissing, he was an incredible sight.

“Oh, fuck. You make me so hot.”

Seth just smiled and kissed him again.

Domenico looked out of the window, slowly
moving his index finger throughout the pages of the book he was
just starting to read. This gesture reminded him of lazy kisses,
and always managed to bring him some peace of mind. With Vincente
always there, always pushing his ugly crooked nose where it wasn’t
wanted, he was having a hard time dealing with all kinds of shit
that suddenly fell on his shoulders. But picking bits and pieces of
time off here and there, he was able to keep everything under
control. As he always did.

Some of the private photographs they’d taken
in the photo booth he burned. Some he sewed into the collar of his
coat, because he couldn’t bring himself to see their faces
disappear in the fire again. The night before had been both
nerve-wracking and sensuous. As bad as it was, every time he
thought of the name on Vincente’s credit card, he was also
picturing Seth’s face as he rode Domenico’s cock like he was in a
rodeo. So shameless and beautiful.

Vincente was already in when they returned in
the very early morning, and Domenico has been napping throughout
the day to make up for the loss of sleep while trying to keep watch
over Seth’s door. At least he did leave something of his in
Seth.

Vincente couldn’t be trusted, and he’d talk
to Luigi about it as soon as it was safe.

Seth sat by the window, pretending to read a
book, though his eyes kept drooping. At least he didn’t look as
pale as he had in the morning. “I’m feeling better,” he muttered
and gave Dom a small smile.

“Want more painkillers?” asked Domenico,
walking up to him.

“Nah, I think I’ll take a shower, shave, get
refreshed.” He got up and for a moment it looked as if he wanted to
lean forward for a kiss, but they both knew it couldn’t happen with
Vincente in the room next door.

Domenico gave him a smile and lowered his
voice. “Why? You still feel me inside?”

Seth bit his lip and started playing with his
fingers. “You’re always here, inside.” Seth pointed to his heart,
and it was so sweet, Dom hardly recognized the horny beast hidden
behind that facade.

He stared at Seth, unsure how to react to
such honesty in reply to his dirty question. Eventually, he just
smiled and brushed his fingers over the back of Seth’s hand. “Can’t
wait till he’s gone.”

“Me too.” Seth took a deep breath and walked
off to his bedroom. The sway of his shoulders made Dom sigh.

He rolled onto the couch and covered himself
with the blanket, closing his eyes again. His body needed
sleep.

The nap had to have been short, because Seth
was still in the shower when he heard Vincente’s voice. “Domenico,
let’s talk.”

Dom squeezed his eyes hard until the
tightness around them lessened and looked up at Vincente. “Are the
girls gone?”

“Yeah, yeah. Fun time’s over.” Vincente
crossed his arms on his chest, his face without much
expression.

Unwilling to test ‘Mr. Tropico’s’ patience,
Domenico sat up and lowered his feet to the floor. “Shame.”

“Exactly. Come with me.” Vincente gestured to
his bedroom. “It was good though. Thanks for your choice. Hope you
had good pickings?”

“Not as glamorous, but it was a good night
out,” replied Domenico, watching Vincente’s every move as he
followed him to the smaller bedroom. His mind was on the knife he
kept by his belt. If in danger, he could make good use of it.

The whole situation got even stranger when
Vincente led him all the way to the small bathroom and turned on
the water in the sink. “I have a hit for you.”

Domenico straightened and gave a polite nod,
even though there was something about the tone of Vincente’s voice
that he didn’t like one bit. “How soon?”

“Tomorrow. At noon. Tassa arranged it. He’s
got another gun for you as well, to leave less of a trace.” He
spoke quietly, tense and slightly hunched.

“Will he tell me who it is?” asked Domenico,
leaning against the wall.

Vincente smirked and pointed to the wall with
his thumb. It was as if Domenico’s heart started pumping bleach
through his veins instead of blood. He hardly stopped himself from
letting his choked throat betray him. “Oh.”

“About time, right? You spending so much time
around him, you’re probably the one who knows best how useless he
is. We can’t have a Don like that. Can’t even shoot a fucking
rabbit.”

“Yes, he is no use to the Villanis,” agreed
Domenico, pushing all his energy into staying calm and not
betraying his distress. Being tired didn’t help. Noon. Tomorrow at
noon. It made his knees go soft.

“It’s gonna be a new start… brother.”
Vincente kept that disgusting smile on his face and patted Dom on
the arm in a way that threatened to burn through the fabric like
sulfuric acid. Dom still remembered how it hurt to burn off his
fingerprints. “You’re the best man we have. There will always be a
place for you.”

Domenico knew it was just an act, a crude way
to make Domenico feel special, but he couldn’t help it from getting
to him. Vincente might have been, and still was, a ruthless,
distasteful man, but he would need Domenico around. And being
called a brother by a man from the Villani family was what he
always wanted, what he had been working for all along. “I’m doing
the best I can to benefit my Family.”

“You are. Trying to punch some sense into
that stupid head of his couldn’t have been easy. I’d be pissed off.
We’re gonna get a drink after it’s all sorted out.” Vincente nodded
vigorously, looking straight into Dom’s eyes.

Domenico forced a smile just as brilliant as
the dark he was feeling inside. Seth didn’t deserve this, he never
even wanted a position within the Family. Why would the Don first
elevate him, and then order a hit on his head? Was it Dom’s fault
for not being as pushy with the training as he could have been?

“Good. Call Tassa, he’ll tell you where he
is, and you can meet up with him.”

“I’ll have that moron take me there,”
chuckled Domenico, nodding to where Seth’s bedroom was. He needed
to take him out of the apartment. Just to be on the safe side.

“Yeah, keep him busy. We need it to happen
tomorrow, not today.”

Vincente turned off the water in the
sink.

“A special occasion?” asked Domenico.

“Oh, yes, Tassa will fill you in. Enough is
enough. It’s time for people who are actually capable to run this
business.” Vincente nodded at Dom.

“I’m at your service,” said Dom as he put his
hand on the door handle. It wasn’t only Seth who needed to be out
of the house.

His feet led him back to Seth’s bedroom on
their own. All of Dom’s muscles were stiffer than usual, and even
Seth’s bright smile when he came out of the shower didn’t help. The
target on Seth’s back couldn’t be more permanent if it were
tattooed. It was right over the heart that always kept Dom
inside.

Domenico made himself smile, even though
gravity was working against him. He closed the door and walked up
to Seth, pulling him in for a kiss. Blood was rushing in his head
so loudly he barely heard his lover’s surprised chuckle.

“Is he out?” Seth asked and instantly pulled
Dom toward the bed, still naked and glistening with water.

Domenico grabbed his hands. “No, we’re going
out. Come on.”

Seth sighed but nodded and started toweling
off. He must have just shaved, because his face was smooth, as it
rarely was. “Where are we going?” he asked, pulling his pants
on.

“We need to visit Mr. Tassa. You still have
your bike?” asked Domenico watching that beautiful body disappear
before his eyes. If he did the hit, he’d never see it again after
tomorrow. Never bury his cock in it or hear Seth whispering all
sorts of obscenities and love confessions.

“Hell yeah! Can we go for a ride? I’ve been
waiting forever.” Seth jumped with joy and high-fived the ceiling.
“It’s in a garage under the building on the other side of the
street. But I bet
you
can break in.” He grinned with such
glee his nose wrinkled.

Domenico swallowed and smiled at him. “Of
course.”

Seth gave him a quick kiss before pulling on
a hoodie with a skull on it. Usually, Dom didn’t notice, but this
time it only reminded him of death. He bit his lip, backing off
into the corner. The bright modern room somehow looked like it was
out to get him. He needed out. And most of all, he needed to talk
to Luigi in person.