Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (34 page)

Domenico’s mouth fell open, and he groaned,
opening his legs wider. “Oh, God,” he whispered, unconsciously
moving his hips back on the hard prick nestled between his
buttocks. It was so very welcome. And there it was, the slippery,
throbbing cockhead pushing in. Even though it was only the tip, Dom
could feel the coarse, short hair on Seth’s stomach brushing
against his ass and back. There couldn’t be a better reminder that
the man on top of Dom was boiling with testosterone.

He curled his toes with an involuntary gasp
as he squeezed his eyes shut to control the burn in his ass. He
refused to back away from the pain that circled around Seth’s cock
as it pushed its way in by force. It was a good kind of pain. All
Dom needed was for Seth to go all the way in and give him ten
seconds of rest. It would all pass then, leaving only the
excitement and pleasure. He was taking sharp, shallow breaths,
arching his back into Seth’s torso as he steadied himself to take
it all. At least there was a hell of a lot of lube.

Seth hugged him close with that thick, strong
arm under Dom’s stomach, and when he did the last push, he
strengthened his grip on Dom’s hair, pulling his head back
slightly. Seth was an unexpectedly rough bastard on top, and it
made Dom’s knees go soft.

“A moment,” he gasped, willing himself to
relax around the thick base. Seth’s pubes tickled Dom’s skin, as
did all the remaining body hair on that meaty, heavy body. His own
cock was so engorged, Dom was afraid he’d come the moment it
brushed against something so he pulled his thighs even farther
apart, shaken by the continuous waves of hot and cold shivers.

“All the time you need.” Seth groaned into
Dom’s neck, tickling him with his hot breath. His hard stomach
muscles moved against Dom’s back with each deep breath. He gently
shifted, holding on to Dom’s arm, but stayed put. Their rapid gasps
echoed in the silence of the church, and with sweat already soaking
into his shirt, Dom felt unreal.

Domenico breathed in the heavy scent of the
marble. It had been so long since he’d last been taken, but it all
came back to him now, only intensifying the mind-numbing tension in
his stomach. Spread open, unable to stop his body from trembling,
he leaned his head back so that it touched the big, warm fist that
held his hair. “Now...”

At first, it was a slow rocking motion of
Seth’s hips against Dom’s ass, but moments later, the cock slid out
halfway, just to push back in again. And again. Each thrust faster
and stronger, with a slap of skin against skin and a background
music of groans. “Fuck, yes…” Seth hissed after another thrust,
which pushed Dom right onto the floor.

Falling face-first into the marble under the
heavy weight of Seth’s upper body, Domenico let out a soft whimper
before biting his lips shut. It was much more intense than he
remembered it, but then again, maybe it was Seth. Big, bulky, yet
tender despite the rough treatment. Dom didn’t need to check to
know Seth would comply if he voiced some kind of protest. He wasn’t
mean, commanding, or cruel like Frederico had been. He was just a
man who needed to claim the man he loved. Domenico shivered when he
realized Seth would eventually come in him. With Frederico, he’d
consider condoms a blessing he never got, but now, he wanted to be
as close as possible to his lover.

The sheer contrast between the impossible
heat against his back and the freezing hardness of the stone
against his chest was throwing him completely off guard. Seth’s
thrusts were becoming heated, each one awakening a new nerve in
Dom’s body. He bit down on Dom’s neck, as if having his ass wasn’t
enough, he wanted to have all of Dom. Every last bit of him. Seth
sucked the skin where he bit Domenico, while sliding in repeatedly,
jerking into his ass in an unstoppable fury.

Dom pressed his front thigh against the
floor, shuddering with each forceful thrust that softened his
insides. Each push and pull was coaxing more pleasure to the
surface, and Domenico had to bite into his hand to keep from crying
out every time Seth’s powerful hips slammed against his ass. He was
taken. There was no other way to describe it, and somehow, he
didn’t mind the idea as long as only the two of them knew.

The smell of holy water, dust, and wood mixed
with Seth’s sweat and cologne, making the experience of being
sprawled on a church floor all the more divine. “So fucking… good.”
Seth rasped and pulled Dom’s hair back to force up his face and
kissed him, never stopping the predatory fuck. Seth’s hot tongue
trailed the top of Dom’s palate, penetrating his mouth as deeply as
his cock did Dom’s ass. When Seth came with a hot spurt of spunk,
his grip on Domenico got even tighter, and he moaned into his
lover’s lips.

Domenico held on to him to prevent Seth from
pulling back and fucked himself on the hard cock. His body was
burning up, and he needed his release so he arched into Seth,
bucked his hips, and moaned. His mind was one big mess, and all he
knew was in him, on top of him, making him immune to the hard floor
digging into his bones.

Before he even knew it, Seth raised his hips
enough to slip his hand lower and grab Dom’s cock. “It’s so
freaking alive,” Seth growled and Dom could hear the smile in his
voice. There was no more wait though, Seth jerked him off with
violent strokes, just the way he’d fucked him, and it didn’t take
more than a few movements for Dom to shudder and collapse, mind
filling with warm glow.

“Oh, God...”

“What? You praying now?” Seth snorted and
kissed his shoulder, lying on top of Dom, spent and trembling.

Domenico swallowed, and despite the pleasant
haze on his mind, reality was seeping through, pushing his rapidly
cooling flesh hard against the floor. His gaze settled on the small
knife he’d put away earlier, and it crossed his mind that he could
do it now. One stab into the temple, and Seth would die in peace,
having done something he’d dreamed of for so long. It would have
been a merciful death. Domenico would stay under him and feel the
limp body cool, with the lifeless cock still embedded between his
buttocks.

Dom swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“To me? Praying for another fantastic fuck?”
Seth chuckled and slowly slid his cock out with ease.

Domenico smiled into the marble, already
missing the strong presence inside. “Yes.”

“Meeting you was worth losing a finger,” Seth
whispered with a sigh and rolled over to his back, with a deeply
satisfied smile on his face. He spread his arms to the sides and
gave Dom one glance before looking up into the painted ceiling.

Domenico turned his head toward him, still
too tired to move properly. His ass was burning, and it seemed only
the sperm that was slowly oozing out brought a bit of relief, but
he was sated. He was calm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked,
putting a hand on Seth’s stomach.

“About how awesome your ass is.” He snorted,
with a smile so dreamy it deserved a kiss. Seth didn’t expect any
danger. He wouldn’t see it coming if it burst in through the main
entrance to this chapel. But this wouldn’t be where Seth died. It
would have been ungrateful.

Domenico leaned closer and kissed his cheek,
resting his face on the floor, right next to Seth’s head. “So is
yours.”

“We’re a match made in heaven then.” Seth
looked back at him, the lights from the windows reflecting in his
dark eyes.

Domenico swallowed, unsure what to say, and
moved his hand up Seth’s torso to rest on his cheek.

“Look.” Seth pointed up to the ceiling.
“There’s more arrows coming.”

When Dom looked at the painting, illuminated
by the otherworldly dots of color, he saw a flood of arrows flying
at St. Sebastian across the ceiling.

He snorted. “It’s never going to end as long
as they have him.”

Seth squeezed his hand. “They’re all frozen
in time here. I could stay here forever.”

Domenico pulled closer and let Seth put an
arm around him as they curled up together. One thing he was certain
of, he would not accept any more of those arrows.

Even if God didn’t answer him anymore.

Seth woke up stiff and cold, but just the way
he liked it - with Domenico hugging his back. They were on the cold
floor, under Dom’s coat. He had to take a second to remember where
they were, but when he did, his smile widened. Dom was the best
fuck he’d ever had.

He stirred when something made noise, echoing
through the church, and Dom instantly sat up, with his shirt and
suit jacket all rustled. “What was that?”

“Good morning.” A stern voice came from a few
meters away and when Seth looked up he noticed a police officer. A
young priest was hiding behind his back, all agitated.

“Huh?” Seth sat up as well, making sure he
was dressed. Fortunately, he had taken the time to clean up
yesterday.

Domenico grunted next to him and got up
first. “Good morning, officer.”

The policeman frowned. “What are you doing
here? The church was closed for the night.”

Domenico shrugged, donning his coat. “Of
course it wasn’t. How else would we have made it inside?”

Seth barely contained a snort.

“Just get out before I charge you with
trespassing,” said the policeman “Show your pockets so I know you
haven’t stolen anything.”

Domenico sighed and politely showed both the
contents of his trouser and coat pockets. Fortunately the officer
didn’t push for having a more thorough look. With a gun definitely
somewhere on Dom, it could have turned ugly quickly.

Seth pouted, showing the policeman a used
packet of lube.

“Out!” screamed the priest. “Out! This is
ungodly!”

“I thought it was pretty divine,” Seth said
with a grin on his way out.

They fortunately didn’t leave the bike right
by the small church, so the policeman wouldn’t be able to check out
the registration plates. Domenico looked at his watch as they were
preparing to go.

“It’s still early, you wanna grab breakfast?”
Seth said before hopping on the bike.

“Yes, we still have time,” muttered Domenico,
taking his seat behind him.

Seth gave him one last smile before starting
the engine. He was one satisfied man. Yesterday’s night made him
complete, sealed his relationship with Dom in a way so eternal he
couldn’t have expected it. It wasn’t about who topped, who
bottomed, who had the upper hand. Just the two of them having the
time of their lives, grabbing any moment they could get because
they never knew when it would all end. It was also exhilarating to
know that Dom let him in like that. Not just into that tight ass,
but into an intimacy Seth would never betray.

They had a nice, slow breakfast at a cafe in
Brooklyn. Domenico ate just eggs with black coffee, which was
slightly odd for a man who liked his meals varied and large, but
Seth amused himself with the idea that he wasn’t feeling hungry
after all the protein he got last night. They got home somewhere
between eleven and twelve, and slowly made their way back to the
apartment.

Vincente wasn’t there, so they had time to
shower and Seth was already thinking about cooking something nice
in the evening.

“We could go back to Armani, pick up the
things you wanted,” Seth said from the bedroom, drying off his
hair.

Domenico sighed and looked out of the window.
“I don’t know, I think I’m too tired for shopping. But we could go
to the park. Wear those boots and jacket again,” he said with a
small smile.

“Oh yeah?” Seth grinned. “You liked that? I
think Vincente’s gone, you know? His suitcase is gone. How fucking
rude is that? Not saying a word?”

Domenico scratched his chin. “Fuck him.”

“I have something better to fuck now.” Seth
walked up to Dom and hugged him, but Domenico twisted in his arms,
turning it onto a friendly gesture rather than one of lovers.

“Give me a second,” he said and walked out
onto the corridor.

Seth pouted, pondering what the hell that
was. Was that a way of Dom saying he didn’t want to talk about it?
“Hm, okay.”

“Get ready, come on,” came from the living
room, and Seth groaned when he was about to answer him but was cut
off by the sound of the clock. It was noon already.

“Okay, I’m coming,” he moaned and put his
boots back on again. He donned the leather jacket and slowly moved
to join Domenico. The open blinds were covering the whole room with
stripes of light, even though it wasn’t nearly as sunny as he’d
like for a walk in the park. Domenico was standing by the window,
already fully dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt
underneath the coat.

Seth frowned at him. “Well, you’re not very
chatty. Did I say something wrong about yesterday or
something?”

“About what?” asked Domenico, looking outside
as if he were searching for something.

“About the sex. Dom? Are you with me?” Seth
snapped his fingers in hope for Dom’s attention.

“How can you be sure you love me?” Domenico
finally looked back at him, the light illuminating the lower part
of his face while his mouth and chin were in the shadow. “How do
you know it’s not some fleeting fancy?”

Seth took a step back, hurt by the accusation
in his voice. “What is that even supposed to mean? I… I’d give my
life for you. I… No one can ever see me the way you do. You seem to
be confused though. Did my fuck feel like a ‘fleeting fancy’?” He
bristled and folded his arms across his chest.

Domenico raised his head just enough for Seth
to see his mouth twitch with the ghost of a smile. “No.”

“Good. Why the questioning then?” Seth
shrugged. For a moment he wanted to ask where his ‘I love you’ was,
where Dom’s declaration was, but he didn’t want to pressure him.
The only time he wanted to hear it was when Dom would actually want
to say it out of his own will. But when he looked up, his feet
froze to the floor.