Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (30 page)

“Oh, come on, this is some shit.” Seth turned
away, scanning the area again. It had to have been abandoned ages
ago. Like, in the seventies. And with all windows completely
covered by wooden planks, it was dark as a monastery cellar.

“What’s not to like?”

“You take me to some cold shithole after we
spent a night with Vincente, and I don’t even get to rub your dick?
Fuck that!” Seth walked toward the door but stopped midway when he
remembered that, unlike Dom, he wouldn’t be able to start the car
without the keys anyway.

“You’re welcome to rub my dick, but pictures
come— And it’s working,” said Domenico with a smile in his voice.
The air filled with a low humming sound, and when Seth turned
around, the photo booth was illuminated, a pretty woman with
perfect teeth smiling at him from a poster on its surface. She
didn’t have a seventies look. Something was off, and he couldn’t
put a finger on it.

Seth came closer to the machine. The motor
was actually giving off some warmth, as if the photo booth wanted
to invite him in. “Are we high? Is this like the
Hot Tub Time
Machine
, but with a photo booth?”

“What?” Domenico frowned and shook his head.
“No, but you had lots of ethanol,” said Dom, pulling off his coat
despite the cold.

Seth touched the machine, smiling at how it
warmed his hands. The pink light it gave off seemed as alien in the
rundown building as a luxurious pool would be in the middle of the
highway. “Is this a prank?”

“No, I just want to take some photos to send
your father. So that he can be proud of how we’re doing,” said Dom,
adjusting his hair in the faint light from the open booth.

“Why don’t you just use your cell phone?”
Seth hugged him, smelling Dom’s hair with a smile. “I don’t look so
good now anyway. I’m drunk.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll go first, okay?
Give me a second,” said Dom as he pushed Seth out of the booth.

Seth pouted, trying to hold on to Dom’s
shirt. “Don’t go.”

“Calm down. I’ll be just behind the curtain.
Stay there, and I’ll suck you off after we’re done, okay?” said
Domenico, drawing the plastic curtain shut.

Seth took a deep breath and leaned against
the booth. Dom was making a lot of hot promises today and not
backing them up much. “This is stupid,” he muttered, staring at the
metal scaffolding that supported the ceiling.

“I know, but he’ll like it. It’s gonna be a
surprise,” said Dom, after the sound of a photo being taken.

“He’s not gonna like it.” Seth shook his
head, trying to hug the warmth from the time-travelling
machine.

Dom pulled the curtain away and climbed out.
“Your turn.”

“Okay, okay,” Seth moaned and sat in the
plastic chair, faking a wide smile. He really wanted that blow job,
and for that, he’d stand the too-bright light and the uncomfortable
tightness of the booth. He imagined that was how astronauts had to
feel right before launch.

“All right, but it needs to be done right so
focus,” Domenico told him. There was a pattern for the position of
the head on the screen, and Dom seemed determined to make Seth
comply with it. With his hand on the button, Dom pulled the curtain
shut.

“Why would I sit with the face of a grumpy
cat?” Seth rolled his eyes.

“Keep your face neutral. Imagine we’re making
this for a passport. If it’s all right, you’ll get your blow job,
or whatever else you like, okay?” buzzed Dom from behind the
curtain.

Seth took a deep breath and got into the
right position. “This is not sexy.”

“It’s for your father. I’d be worried if you
wanted to look sexy for him.”

“Let’s just get this done. My dick is soft
like a marshmallow,” complained Seth. And that got his picture
done. One more, and Dom gave him a thumbs up, commanding the
machine to print. With Domenico satisfied, Seth could at least
relax.

The curtain was pulled back again, and
Domenico gave him a wide smile. “Good, now we’re back to
business.”

“Are we?” Seth pouted, looking up at him,
lost in the situation.

Domenico leaned down, his hair again hanging
freely down his shoulders. It was such a tempting sight. “What did
I promise you?”

“I don’t want it anymore, let’s just go.”
Seth got up, trying not to think about how good Domenico
smelled.

“You don’t?” Domenico dropped to the plastic
seat with a frown. The fake light gave his skin an unnatural glow.
“Vincente will likely be home already.”

“I don’t want him in our bed.” Seth groaned
and rested his palms on the wall over Dom’s head.

“Me neither,” said Dom, opening Seth’s jeans.
“That’s why he’s sleeping in the second bedroom, and I’ll be on the
couch.”

“Nooo, don’t be on the couch.” Seth slowly
rocked his hips against those skilled, tempting hands. With Dom,
even a simple hand job would be exciting.

“He can’t see us in the same bed, come on.”
Domenico smiled and pulled Seth’s soft cock free. His touch sent
millions of butterflies all over Seth’s skin.

“I know…” A rush of heat spread over Seth’s
body. “I thought you said you weren’t interested after all the
pussy you’ve seen tonight.”

“That fucking lapdance, it was your fault,”
growled Domenico, pinching the head of Seth’s dick.

Seth smirked. “Guess you need something to
bleach your brain?” He took off his jacket and straightened up.

Interest flashed in Dom’s eyes. “That
would
be helpful.”

There was a pleasant lightness to Seth’s head
as he started rocking his hips. “A lapdance you won’t have to fake
your reaction to.” He looked down at Dom, eager to see more skin.
Right now, Domenico was encased in a thick, gray pullover, well
fitted jeans, and the leather gloves he put on again after having
his photo taken. His eyes were darkening at an incredible
speed.

“You want to give me a lapdance?”

“Maybe. Wait, I should pull my pants up,
right?” Seth slapped Dom’s hand away and let his jeans fall to his
ankles, as he pulled up his briefs. He felt dirty standing like
that in a public place, even if it was abandoned. But it was a good
dirty, a sexy dirty that had his blood pumping faster. Dom wouldn’t
judge him for it.

“That... is something I want very much,”
muttered Domenico, whose eyes widened as he watched Seth get
ready.

“Oh, do you? Can you afford it or have you
spent all the money on whores tonight?” Seth snorted and did a turn
in front of Dom, showing off his ass. It got his skin tingling
where it was naked. He slowly pulled up his hoodie halfway,
presenting more flesh.

He shivered when soft leather traced the
backs of his thighs, and then slid along the curve of his buttocks.
The touch was punctuated by a soft baritone sigh. “That is...
unbelievably erotic.”

The doubts that Seth had about showing
himself off in this way, drowned in the alcohol running in his
veins and the excitement in Dom’s voice. It was a cocktail he’d
drink any day. Not to mention the touch of leather against his
skin. “Yeah? You like it?” He took a deep breath and pushed back
slightly, arching his ass into the touch.

Domenico surprised him by grabbing the sides
of his hips and pulling him deeper into the booth. With Dom’s knees
pushing at Seth’s thighs, they were now well aligned for what they
both wished would come next. The denim was rough on Seth’s skin,
only heightening his arousal. “You have the ass of an underwear
model.”

Heat swamped Seth all over, and he pushed the
jeans off one of his legs with the shoe, so he could properly
spread his legs. He could barely breathe when he thought about how
exposed he was, in a well-lit photo booth in the middle of a huge
dark bus station. Domenico was the only person Seth would show
himself to in this way. He put his hands on the walls for better
balance and slowly rocked his ass to the sides while flexing his
buttocks. “Pull my briefs down if you wanna see more.”

Dom’s hands, clad in those warm leather
gloves, cupped the sides of Seth’s ass, squeezing it gently. They
reminded him of Dom ‘on the job’, built out of efficiency, made for
aggression, and possessing everything he touched. “Not yet. It
looks so hot in white cotton,” Dom whispered, suddenly pulling the
buttocks apart. Seth’s cock stirred when the fabric brushed over
his anus.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed in excitement and ground
against the fingers. “So fucking hot.” Seth leaned to the side and
pressed a button for a photo. It got him bending over even more,
and he couldn’t help how his cock throbbed in his briefs at Dom’s
touch. One of the warm, large hands slipped under his hoodie,
awakening every nerve in its way, while the other cupped Seth’s
buttock, a thumb rubbing Seth’s hole through the layer of cotton
like it was licking him.

“So good,” Seth uttered, grinding against the
touch. He felt like a bitch in heat but couldn’t help himself.
Since he’d learned how good it was to be fucked, the pull was too
strong, and made him lose all shame. Domenico knew exactly how to
touch him and had the confidence to do so. Seth slowly bent over
all the way to touch the floor with his fingers, but he quickly
moved them to the polished leather of Domenico’s shoes. They looked
amazing even with the slight trace of drying wetness.

“My cock is growing for you,” whispered
Domenico, rocking his hips up and rolling Seth’s flesh in his
hands, just as lovingly as Seth when he was kneading bread
dough.

Seth made circular moves with his hips and
slowly lowered his ass into Dom’s lap. Oh, fuck. He could feel that
stiff dick under his sensitive asshole even through the layers of
fabric they were still wearing. It was freaking throbbing to get
some cock. The way Dom’s cock fit between his buttocks when he
rubbed against it rhythmically was the stuff wet dreams were made
of. He arched his back and wrapped an arm around Dom’s neck, taking
another photo with his free hand.

The skin on his head and neck tingled from
the side where it brushed against his lover, who didn’t waste time.
His soft mouth, the sharp teeth were enough to make Seth moan
within seconds as the gentle nips trailed along his jaw. Domenico
was slowly moving his hands over Seth’s torso, rubbing and petting
the tense flesh with his gloved hands. No one had ever touched Seth
quite like him. One brush of fingers was sometimes enough to pull
out the lusty part of Seth and refuse to let it subside.

“You’re so big,” whispered Domenico in a
voice as hoarse as if Dom had wood chips for dinner

“You’re not so small yourself.” Seth arched
his neck to the petting and never stopped sliding his ass over
Dom’s thick cock. He spread his thighs wider now that they’d left
the cool air behind the plastic curtain. It was like the photo
booth became their own hot, lusty cocoon.

“Yess,” breathed Domenico, moving his hips in
the familiar rhythm, matching it to Seth’s. His ragged low gasps
were all the music Seth needed for this dance. His chest was
swelling with pride at how much pleasure he was able to give Dom.
Breath caught in his throat when Dom pulled down the waistband of
his briefs, never stopping his thrusts.

Seth swallowed to give the side of Dom’s head
a kiss and pushed the button for another photo. He lifted his hips
to let his lover slip off the briefs. Seth loved the feeling of
being naked against a dressed man. It gave him a thrill that went
right to the tip of his stiff dick.

Domenico grabbed his jaw and forced Seth’s
head back for a wet, aggressive kiss that left him yearning for
more before it even ended. “I’ve got lube,” whispered Domenico
against his lips.

“Then use it. I’m all up for that,” Seth
rasped, all pliant in Dom’s arms, with his lips already searching
for Dom’s. He was beyond denying it now. His whole body throbbed
for it and those leather gloves were driving him right off the
horny cliff.

“I will.”

Seth cried out when Dom bit into his
stretched out neck while fumbling for something in his jeans.

“I’m gonna make you sit on my cock and ride
me.”

Breath caught in Seth’s throat, but he
already knew he’d do that. Ride it until Domenico came in him. He
ground his naked ass into Dom’s crotch in circular movements,
shaking with desire. “Your cock…” was all he could say.

“Yeah?” whispered Dom. It was followed by a
ripping sound, and before Seth knew what was happening, slick,
leather clad fingers moved in between his cheeks, pushing right
into his hole. The gloves made the fingers seem thicker, and with
Dom’s other hand firmly on Seth’s thigh, a feeling of being owned
wrapped itself around Seth’s throat.

He let out a moan, hugging Dom’s head closer.
“Oh, God!” The feeling of being stretched, filled, was all Seth
yearned for. It made him become Domenico’s complete possession, his
missing part. Not to mention it had him panting and holding back a
whole world of obscenities. Somehow, there had never before been a
man who made him feel that he wanted it, but now it was hard to
deny that he needed those moments of being owned, pinned down and
held so tightly he could barely breathe.

The fingers were moving in his relaxed anus
without any trouble, playing with the flesh, stretching it with
their irregular moves. “Tell me when you want it,” uttered Domenico
as he lapped at Seth’s ear, making his head rattle.

Seth moaned and dragged his feet over the
floor, pushing his hips against the fingers. “Fuck, fuck. I’ve been
wanting it since forever.” He grunted once more when Dom pushed two
fingers in up to the knuckle.

“Yes, but not here,” gasped Dom, removing his
fingers, much to Seth’s dismay. He lifted Seth up and pushed him
out of the cramped space, following suit with the light from inside
illuminating their bodies. Seth knew he should be ashamed, but he
wasn’t. He still panted, standing there with his pants pulled down
and his naked ass exposed to the chill.