Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (12 page)

Seth slowly put his arms
around Domenico’s neck, trying to regain some control over the situation. “Dear
Mimmo, you’re really sweet when you pull that pathos thing on me, but no, it’s
not natural.”

Domenico crooked his
head in the darkness. “No? You weren’t buying rubbers either back in New York.”

Seth only took half a
second hesitating. “Peter did.”

“There weren’t any in
your apartment.”

Seth went silent, taken
aback. His mind flooded with images of Dom snooping around their apartment,
looking at their sex toys with a mocking grin, and laughing at their photos.
“You’ve been through our stuff?” Saying it was an invasion of privacy didn’t
cut it.

“Yes, but there were
things I left out of my reports.”

Seth swallowed, but
relief flowed through him. “Father doesn’t know?”

“No.”

Seth didn’t want to
continue the family topic. This was good enough for him. “’Cause… You see,
Peter liked it like that.”

Domenico snorted. “Just
like pretty much any guy. Condoms are an unpleasant necessity in some cases,
that’s all.”

“Okay, I admit, I don’t
like them.
As a top
.” Seth poked Dom’s chest to get some space, but it
wasn’t effective in the slightest.

“You did like it now.”
All of a sudden, the hand that Domenico kept on Seth’s back slid right between
his buttocks.

“Hey! Don’t.” Seth
opened his eyes wider and grabbed Dom’s wrist. “I liked the sex, but I feel
like an idiot with it in me now,” he grumbled but flinched when Dom bit his ear.

“I’ll get you a douche.”

Seth backed off against
the wall when Dom squeezed his ass. “Come on, Dom. I’m not your new fuck-boy.
I’m telling you I don’t want it.” He wasn’t feeling confident, but he was sure
trying to sound like it.

Domenico watched him for
the longest moment before letting out a tired sigh. “What about washing
together then?”

Seth gently pushed on
his chest. “You’re mocking me.”

“No, I just don’t want
to wait alone in bed.”

“Are you sure about
that? You don’t just want to fuck me again?” Seth stroked the smooth long hair
with a smirk. God, was it soft. He got to his toes when Dom’s fingers circled
his wet opening.

“We’re comrades.”

Seth raised an eyebrow.
“Would you suck me off then?” He didn’t want to suggest fucking just yet, check
the waters first. He leaned into the wall when Dom pressed himself against him
with a groan. That cock was hardening again.

“Just give me a moment…”

Seth looked down and
raised his eyebrows. “Why? You need to get your lips into cocksucking mode?” It
was like poking a tiger with a stick. Fun.

“No, I wanna do
this
first,” whispered Domenico, suddenly pulling Seth up by the wall and trapping
him in the air, with legs around Dom’s hips.

Seth’s eyes went wide,
and he reflexively grabbed onto Dom’s neck, the cold wall in stark contrast to
the hot skin. He gasped, looking straight into Dom’s eyes. He couldn’t believe
Dom was strong enough to lift him. Seth could feel the flush on his face,
although with his legs splayed so wide apart come oozed out to shame him even
more. But that feeling didn’t last for long, with Domenico’s cock eagerly
searching for his entrance. And then it went in, straight into Seth’s still
relaxed ass.

Seth couldn’t believe
how easy and painless that was, instantly filling him full of cock. He never
looked away from Dom’s face, breathing hard with his lips parted against the
tobacco-scented flesh. He tightened his grip around Dom’s neck, afraid he was
too heavy. Dom was solid as a rock, and as strange as it was, Seth knew he
could trust him with his safety. This man wouldn’t let him fall.

“You feel that?”
muttered Domenico, fighting with gravity to keep Seth’s heavier body above the
ground. He wasn’t entering Seth as deeply as before, but it was no less
satisfying.

“Hard not to feel it.”
Seth hugged him close, still in awe of a guy strong enough to lift him.
Domenico was something else.

“That’s fucking good,”
whispered Dom, pushing his lips against Seth’s and setting his hips into
motion. Seth didn’t need to answer with words and let the heat of his kiss
speak for him. It was getting him so worked up that his cock also hardened
between their bodies. He enclosed Domenico in an embrace and showed his
excitement in every nibble, bite and lick, moaning into the kiss with each hard
thrust. Their bodies moved together, still sensitive after the last time, and
Seth couldn’t believe just how good it felt. He wasn’t afraid Dom would drop
him as he tightened his thighs around his partner’s hips, letting him do his
thing. Each time Dom entered him was raising their temperature, even when he
wasn’t brushing over Seth’s prostate.

The slight pain was put
aside when every thrust sent sparks of excitement up Seth’s dick. His cockhead
slid against Dom’s stomach, every little hair teasing his sensitive skin and
coaxing out some precome. Not being on top was still new, but it was too dark
for Seth to care. It was all a hot and cozy wet dream.

When Domenico broke the
kiss, Seth was tempted to follow his lips, but when their foreheads touched in
the same moment that strong wiry body forced him farther into the wall, he
could only gasp, holding onto the hardest muscle he’d ever felt on another man.

“You’re built like a
real man, all meat and a sweet mouth,” muttered Domenico, and the slight brush
of eyelashes on his cheeks told Seth Domenico was looking at him in the
darkness.

That was exactly what
Seth wanted to hear. An assurance that he hadn’t become the fuck-boy just
because he bottomed. He stroked his own stubbly cheek against Dom’s and licked
the salty, prickly skin, but another strong thrust had him cry out at the
intensity. “Oh God… I’ve never been with a man like you,” Seth gasped into his
partner’s ear.

Dom braced him against
the wall only to force his cock deeper. “You’ll never want to have another
one.”

Seth swore when he hit
the sloped ceiling with his head, but he couldn’t care less. His thighs
shivered with exertion, but feeling Domenico’s body trembling when the man came
again was enough of a comfort. The knowledge that it was him getting Dom so
excited was a prize in itself. Seth curled around him and kissed the top of his
head, coming down to the floor with him. With the cock still lodged in him,
Seth was sharing slow, lazy kisses with a spent Domenico. His own dick
throbbed, making him shiver with anticipation as he sat in Dom’s lap with his
legs spread wide.

Seth played with the
long hair as they kissed, and he couldn’t help thinking that he really enjoyed
this passionate side of Domenico. Before they started, he’d imagined Dom would
be a cold reptile of a lover, mechanically taking pleasure without giving much
back. That turned out to be far from the truth. There was so much heat in the
room, they didn’t need a radiator. He gasped when Dom slid a warm palm to his
neck and gently lowered Seth to his back.

The floor was cold,
rough wood scratching Seth’s skin, but his eyes were on Domenico’s face against
his thigh. Calm and satisfied, the other man took his time nuzzling Seth’s
sweaty thighs in a slow descent toward his very eager cock.

Seth moaned, arching his
hips up for a blow job. He’d never been in such a sexual frenzy. Nothing except
Dom’s lips now mattered, even having his ass sensitive and dripping with come
didn’t faze him anymore. He slid his fingers to the side of Dom’s head and
looked into his hypnotizing eyes.

First, he felt that
gorgeous hair fall on his prick, but when Domenico took him all the way into
the heat that was his mouth, Seth was blown away, reduced to moans, and
writhing on the floor. Seth gripped on Dom’s mane, fighting back a wave of tears
that tried to force themselves from the pure intensity of the deepthroat.
Orgasm came after just a few seconds, and Seth shut his eyes to block the
tears. Fucking hell. Domenico Acerbi could deepthroat? Seth was done for the
day, changed into a pile of moaning Jell-O on the floor. And Dom didn’t only
deepthroat, he drank it all up, without spilling a single drop.

Domenico pulled away
very slowly, savoring every inch of meat leaving his mouth. He lay on the
floor, with his face on Seth’s stomach. His mouth curled into a smile against
the skin. “That’s what I like.”

“I… I think I’ll just
stay here for a while,” Seth uttered, looking down at Dom, completely pumped
out. The man didn’t respond, gently playing with the hair on Seth’s stomach.

Then came a quiet
murmur.

Seth closed his eyes.
Sleep, finally. Plane sleep didn’t count. He would sleep until afternoon and
then send Dom for a takeout. He smiled to himself. That sounded like a plan.

Chapter 5

Domenico’s eyes snapped
open when his wristwatch squeezed his arm. It was the most discrete alarm
possible, and Domenico was so used to it he hardly ever freaked out anymore.
With his head in the dark shadow of the sloped ceiling, he looked toward the
white light from the window and followed it all the way to the bulky mound of
flesh and comforter on the floor. Seth must have hated the light, as even his
head was now hidden under the covers. With a low groan, Domenico pulled back
the trench coat and towel he’d used as a substitute blanket, and stiffly made
his way to the bathroom. All the way through his morning ablutions, the
pea-brain didn’t even stir, but he was up for a rude awakening.

“Rise and fucking
shine,” said Domenico, pulling the comforter off him in one rapid move.

Seth curled up on the
floor, his skin looking like that of a plucked chicken, and squinted open one
eye. “Huh…? What time is it?” he muttered and looked around as if he didn’t
know how he got to the floor.

“Seven thirty, hurry up,
we’re going out.” Domenico walked past him and straight for the wardrobe. They
needed to buy one of those air fresheners, because that wooden box fucking
smelled.

There was a silence,
followed by a rustle of fabric and a sound of rusty springs. “You’re up first.
Will you get breakfast?” Seth asked and after a quick glance over his shoulder,
Dom realized that instead of getting up, Seth had moved to the bed.

“No, we’re picking up
something to eat on the way.” Domenico frowned and pulled out a fresh shirt.
“You need to wash.”

Seth scowled and pulled
the comforter over his head. “I know,” he grumbled from underneath.

“Come on, get up.” Dom
started buttoning up his shirt, enjoying the feel of fresh fabric on his skin.

Seth rolled over to his
back and looked at Dom with one eye open. “Can’t I get some rest?”

“We both got rest, now
get up.” Domenico slowly walked up to the bed. “This is a training camp, not a
holiday.”

That must have gotten
Seth’s attention because he opened his other eye. “No breakfast in bed, huh?”
He slowly sat up, wrapped in the comforter.

“Not this time, no.”
Domenico smiled, picked up his golden cross pendant off the bedside table and
put it around his neck. “Get your sweet ass to the bathroom. Be quick.” Even
thinking about those delicious, round cheeks made his cock tingle.

Seth’s lips parted in
not the smartest of expressions, and he slowly got up, with the comforter still
over his shoulders. “Don’t say that.” He didn’t look back, already on his way
to the bathroom.

“Say what?” Domenico
followed him, grabbing onto the fabric. The last thing he wanted was their only
proper cover wet or dirty.

“Don’t um… patronize
me.” Seth frowned and pulled back on the comforter.

“That belongs on the
bed. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

“We have no freaking
door in the bathroom, I want to hang it over the door frame.” Seth’s face was
becoming redder by the second.

“Oh, come on. There
isn’t a place on you I haven’t already seen so stop the bullshit and just get
ready.” With a final yank on the comforter, Domenico threw it back on the bed.

Seth stroked his own arm
but finally rushed to the bathroom. “You wouldn’t be saying that if it was you
who got fucked.”

Dom glanced over his
shoulder and smiled at the firm muscle of that back and ass. He wanted nothing
else than to take a dive between those buttocks again, but this had to wait
until they dealt with more important business. “I had my share of fucks much
less comfortable than you had yesterday, so stop whining.”

“Just go away from the
door,” Seth snarled. “I’m not used to this.”

“Nobody’s used to this.”
Domenico took his time to put on the rest of his clothes, discreetly watching
Seth’s awkward attempts at washing his ass with one foot on the toilet.

“I’m sure as hell not
going to get used to it," growled Seth, splashing water from the sink all
over the bathroom.

“Come on, you fucking
loved it.” Domenico grinned and sat on the bed with his suitcase. He opened the
fake bottom to get to his guns and gently caressed the cold steel of his
trusted Beretta.

“I’m not a bottom.” Seth
looked at Dom over his shoulder and started toweling himself off.

“Sure you are. You
should have seen that smile on your face yesterday. You were glowing like a
deflowered
bride
.”

Seth looked at Dom,
hiding the bottom half of his face in the towel. “You did
not
just say
that.” His voice was as cold as the steel of the gun.

“Like it or not, you
were mine yesterday.” Domenico leaned forward, capturing Seth’s gaze with so
much intent he could feel its effect himself.

Seth turned his back on
Dom as he reached for his bag, but it was for the better, since it gave Dom
another opportunity to ogle Seth’s ass. Even though it was soon covered with a
pair of black briefs. “I can’t believe I went for it.”

“You’ve never had a
proper man show you the ropes. We have to work on that.”

“Just tell me what the
plan is for today, and let’s forget all of that happened.” Seth sighed, pulling
up his jeans. He was already looking more confident. Dom could bet it was an
act though. The guy was like a calf amongst wolves. Or rather, a calf herded by
one wolf, who wasn’t willing to share.

“We’re not forgetting
it. In fact, I want you to focus on the way my body felt on yours. That’s
crucial for today’s assignment,” lied Domenico just to mess with his protégé.

Seth swallowed and
quickly pulled on a T-shirt. “How so?” He pouted and took a step back, even
though Dom didn’t approach him.

Domenico smiled and
winked at him. “I will show you the basics of observation. And now hurry,
unless you don't want to eat.”

Seth put on his jacket,
a pair of boots, and they were ready to go. “I don’t know what your body has to
do with observing people.” He put his hands in his pockets and went straight
for the door.

“Stop behaving like a
baby.” Domenico rolled his eyes and brushed his hand over Seth’s pert ass.

“I’m asking a question.”
Seth slapped his wrist and rushed downstairs, but Domenico grabbed the back of
his collar and twisted it, forcing the fabric to tighten against Seth’s throat.

“You’re my fucking
student. I’m getting tired of your shit.”

Seth froze in place, looking
up at him with that pouty expression of a brat with too much money. “Yes, sir,”
he grouched, and the squint of his eyes already prepared Dom for more whining.
“After yesterday, I kinda forgot we’re not friends.”

“All I do is meant to
teach you something. And stop with the ‘sir’, or I’ll puke and make a mess of
one of us.” Domenico let go of Seth’s clothes and started walking down the old
creaking stairs.

He could hear Seth
follow. The little boy was learning something after all.

“Yesterday’s lesson
learnt. Don’t get fucked,” muttered Seth beneath his breath, but it was loud
enough for Dom to hear.

Domenico shook his head
but decided to ignore him. There was nothing the little spoiled shit had on
him. He honestly doubted anything good would come out of this operation, but he
would be held accountable for Seth’s training, so there wasn’t anything he
could do about it.

The warm paper cup
radiated heat all over Domenico’s hands. It was high time to buy new gloves,
since he hadn’t been able to bring any from back home. With the cigarette smoke
warming up his insides as well, he leaned back against the backrest of the
bench they were having breakfast on. He liked the relaxed atmosphere of the
neighborhood, even now, when so many people were going in and out of the local
subway station. The air was fresh and cool, a wake-up more efficient than the
strongest espresso, and looking at the façades of the plain buildings around
the small square only made his head clearer.

Seth on the other hand
sat next to him wearing sunglasses, his lips in an expression of permanent
dissatisfaction. They spent most of the time in silence, Seth munching on meaty
pastries as if he hadn’t eaten in a week. Domenico sure hoped he wouldn’t get
fat too soon because it would be a shame to lose such a delicious piece of lean
bacon. He certainly intended to enjoy it every night while he had a chance.

Seth knew shit. It was
clear he was a born bottom, with the way he pushed against him, pressing that
bubble butt flat against Domenico’s hips, driving himself onto his cock and
smiling as if he just got into bed with David Gandy, which wasn’t that far from
the truth. Domenico knew his own worth.

For now, he could give
the slacker enough time off to go through the morning paper. He put the coffee
cup on the bench and picked up
Der Tagesspiegel
, which Seth had rolled
into a tight cylinder. This act of spite wouldn’t be enough to stifle Dom’s
good mood. The coffee wasn’t an espresso, and he’d gladly have more food if he
weren’t in company, but it was a decent substitute for a proper breakfast.

What he unrolled on the
first page wasn’t what he had expected. No news from the Brussels front. The
front was apparently in the Russian Orthodox Cathedral in Wilmersdorf. There
was a huge picture of a bridal shoe in a pool of blood and grime.

“Tragic,” he muttered,
skimming through the text with increasing speed. Each new sentence ticked a
small box in his mind, and they all pointed to the same man.

“What?” Seth asked,
looking over Dom’s shoulder. God knew why he had pretended to read the paper
before. He could barely say
dankeschön
.

Domenico leaned against
the backrest and reached for the coffee. “Looks like the Barracuda is in town.
A wedding got blown up by a bomb. The world is now a bit better without several
Russian mobsters,” he said with a widening smile as he looked at Seth. “Just as
pleasant as your Chinese friends.”

The human chicken went
pale and frowned. “Really? You have to bring it up? And how do you know who did
it, anyway?”

Domenico winked at him,
amused by his reaction. “He’s an acquaintance of mine. One time he blew up a
Russian funeral, so I suppose a wedding is the next logical step. I’m counting
on a baptism next time. Dead funny.”

Seth’s pupils widened.
“You are sick.”

Domenico raised the
paper cup in a mock toast. “No, the Barracuda is. I'd never blow up a Christian
religious ceremony. It would be disrespectful.”

He looked at the pout
that seemed to be permanently glued to those fine lips and couldn’t help but
smile in satisfaction. It was high time someone showed Seth Villani where his
place was and taught him some respect. It made Domenico sick to his stomach to
see someone so privileged living such an easy life when everyone else had to
get their hands dirty for the Family to keep the books open for them.

Seth cleaned off his
face with a napkin and his head turned when a handsome businessman walked past
them. Domenico imagined the silence was some kind of protest from Seth because
that sort of behavior would fit a big baby like him.

The businessman turned
his head as well, and Seth smiled at him, but Domenico wouldn’t let the flirt
go on and called after the guy in German. It didn’t take much for the stranger
to turn his head back and run like a pig from marking.

“Hey, what did you say
to him?” Seth frowned, his smile gone.

“I told him to get lost,
or I’ll fuck him up.” Domenico grinned. “Don’t interact, we’re out observing.”

“There’s nothing to see.
It’s boring,” Seth complained as if this was supposed to be entertainment.

“I don’t care, you’re
here to learn.” Domenico poked the back of Seth’s head. “Tell me, was there
anything you could know about that guy just from looking at him?”

“Yeah, he looked like he
was packing.” Seth slid away a few inches.

“How do you know that?”
asked Domenico with a serious expression. He wouldn’t let the little shit make
him lose his cool.

Seth pursed his lips for
a moment, as if he had to give it some thought. “I think I saw the outline in
his trouser leg.”