Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (23 page)

Seth muffled a moan by
burying his face in the pillow, but it was still loud. Holding Dom’s hip with
one hand, he reached under his own body with the other. His ass was pulsing
around Dom’s cock as if to invite him for a harder pounding.

“Good. I fucking love
that ass.” Domenico’s thrusts became longer, and he was sliding his cock almost
completely out of Seth’s body each time. With his temples pulsing, he could
hardly think anymore, so he just shut up, groaning against his partner’s arm.
It was bliss. Those piles and piles of sweaty muscle beneath him, and that
ass... so soft he practically felt sorry every time he pulled back.

Seth wasn’t a completely
passive bottom either. He moved with Dom, pulling on his arm and jerking
himself off hard. The sounds of his fist pumping his cock were just turning Dom
on even more. Clinging to Seth’s broad back, he moved his hips in short,
precise jabs, rocking them both to release. Each time he thrust in, he had the
urge to snuggle his hips into those round buttocks.

“Yeah, Dom! Like that!”
Seth writhed against him, and moments later he came, with his anus clenching
hard around Dom’s cock as if it wanted to eat him alive and keep him there.

“Yeah, I’m... oh
fuck...” Domenico came right after his partner, overwhelmed by the milking and
the feel of Seth’s bulky body shivering for his cock. Knowing there was just no
way Seth would break under his weight, he let himself collapse on top of him,
hips firmly pressed to that gorgeous butt. He could swear he would be dreaming
about that ass tonight.

“Just... stay there for
now...” Seth moaned, falling flat on the bed and breathing in deeply.

“Seth, you have the most
gorgeous ass I’ve ever fucked.” Domenico snuggled even closer into him.

Seth snorted. “Yeah,
right. You just say that ‘cause you’re still in it.”

“No. That’s because it’s
fucking perfect. You should be an underwear model.” Domenico stroked Seth’s
side gently.

“Oh yeah? Or Brad Pitt’s
ass double?” Seth reached back with one arm and slowly slid their fingers
together. It was so intimate Dom wanted to back away reflexively, but he didn’t
and instead clasped his hand over Seth’s. Gently, he brushed his thumb over the
scarred tissue that was left of his finger. It was still reddened, puffy and
tender, but there was no need for bandages anymore.

“He had a calf double in
Troy
.” Dom yawned and mewled when he felt his cock slip out slowly. Seth
just squeezed his hand tighter.

“Good night,” he
muttered.

“No... we need to move
or we’ll freeze to death.” Domenico laughed and patted Seth’s ass, sliding off
him.

“I don’t wanna... I had
a hot blanket.” Seth was a sight to behold, spread out on their small bed like
a king, and his slightly red buttocks were definitely royalty. Domenico sighed,
pulling one of the asscheeks to the side to watch Seth’s pink, well fucked hole
and the mess they’d both made. He caught himself grinning.

“Come on, we’re crawling
under the comforter.”

“Hey!” Seth instantly
looked back at him and slapped his hand, but started a lazy ritual of trying to
get up while clearly not wanting to. Dom rolled to the side and pulled on the
covers to yank them from under Seth.

“Are you even still
drunk?”

“Drunk... on love.” Seth
mocked him with a snort, and moved just a bit so he wouldn’t have to actually
get up.

“Dirty, dirty love.”
Domenico held the comforter up for him, but then he noticed they didn’t have
enough pillows. “Seth, take the one by the headboard.”

“Huh? You wanna sleep on
my come stained pillow? Now
that’s
dirty.” Seth raised his eyebrows and
crooked his head to the side, giving Dom a curious look as he pulled it out
from underneath himself.

Domenico rolled his
eyes. “The one you bit on is clean, the other one we can just turn the clean
side up. Don’t be like my mother.”

“I don’t mind. You can
take my spunk whenever you like.” He grinned at Dom and passed him the pillow.

“What’s the big deal?”
Domenico checked where the stain was, and then simply flipped over the pillow
to lay his head on it. “I swallowed it so I can sure sleep on it.”

“Mmm... good.” Seth
pulled the duvet over them and lay on his back with his eyes closed. “And yes,
I do smell your hair when you sleep.”

Domenico’s stomach
fluttered, but he didn’t let the enthusiasm spill into his tone. He looked into
the ceiling even as his fingers drifted toward Seth’s thigh under the
comforter. “Knew it.”

 
Chapter 10

Seth opened one eye,
only to realize Dom wasn’t in bed with him. He stretched his arm to the side
and moved his fingertips over the still-warm sheet on Dom's side. His head
hurt, and the memories of yesterday were blurry. Seth reached for his phone to
check the time but stilled when he saw Dom’s muscled back moving up and down.
This was the time of the morning Seth was beginning to like—the hour of the
daily pushups. It was a feast for the eyes with Dom wearing just a pair of
white Armani briefs. His body moved like a well-oiled machine, his breath
steady despite the intense exercise. Seth couldn’t wait to see Dom do pull-ups.

He smiled and leaned
closer to the edge of the bed. His fingertips brushed along Dom’s strong back.
It stirred under his touch, but when Domenico looked back at him, there was a
smile on his face. “Rise and shine.”

Seth was slowly
remembering some details of yesterday. Some worth putting into his mental
scrapbook, some worth forgetting. “I’m a Gypsy hooker. I sleep all day and fuck
all night,” he said and yawned.

Domenico got to his
knees and crawled into bed, his cool limbs more refreshing than a shower. “I’m
the man to save you, my Gypsy hooker. Come on, we’re going to church.”

“No.” Seth moaned and
pulled Dom closer. “I’ve sinned, I’m ashamed to go to church. They wouldn’t
have me.”

Domenico burst out
laughing and kissed him, apparently not appalled by his morning breath, but the
good stuff was over soon with a slap to Seth’s butt. “Seriously, we’re going.”

“As a sinner,
fornicator, and atheist, thanks, but no thanks.” Seth rolled over to his side.

“Atheist?” Domenico
shook Seth’s arm. “I’m not even willing to discuss this shit. You’re just being
lazy.”

“I haven’t been to
church for a few years now.” Seth couldn’t understand why a man like Dom
imagined church would help him in any way. The guy was a professional killer!

His hopes were crushed
by Domenico’s brows descending low over his eyes. “You will start again then.”

“Why would I?” Seth
moaned and spread his thighs accidentally-on-purpose. Maybe a make-out session
would get Dom less interested in matters of the soul.

“Remember what I said a
few days ago?” Domenico pulled him into a sitting position. “I will take a
bullet for you if necessary, but you fucking get up and ask God to protect both
of us. You’re putting not only yourself but also me in danger.”

So much for trying to be
tempting. He wouldn’t make a good hooker. “Huh?” Seth focused his hurting brain
on Dom’s words. “God doesn’t protect men like us.” He raised his hand without a
finger as proof.

Domenico grabbed Seth’s
wrist. With his hair disheveled and uncombed, he looked like a wild man.
“That’s what I’m talking about. Maybe you’d still have it if you had our Lord’s
protection.”

Seth frowned. “Yeah,
sure. Faith against five armed men. You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

Domenico started
laughing and dropped the hand. “Wow, five men. It could have been so, so much
worse.”

Seth’s expression
soured. The son of a bitch was laughing at the terror he’d been through. “Of
course it could have been worse. Fortunately, it wasn’t. You can’t tell me what
to believe in.”

“I can if I’m to mentor
you.”

Seth laughed. “You’re
younger than me. Sure, I need to learn some things, but I don’t need a nanny.”

Domenico dragged his
hand down his face. “Seth, discipline. Wash and dress.
Pronto
.”

Seth took a deep breath
and crawled out of bed. He stopped next to Dom and slid his thumbs under the
waistband of those sexy Armani briefs. Domenico’s body was so strong and rigid.
“I know you’d rather stay and sin with me.”

“We’ll sin later. Now
off you go,” said Domenico with a kiss to Seth’s lips.

Seth gave him one more
longing look but went to the bathroom to get himself in order. He wasn’t used
to early mornings. He quickly washed himself as well as the stupid sink allowed
and brushed his teeth, but then took his time shaving. He didn’t want to look
like a hobo. Focus was an easy thing to lose when he watched Dom in the mirror.
Even though parts of last night were a blur, Seth remembered he really enjoyed
himself. The asshattery in the club put aside, Dom had made it good for him at
home. Seth had to agree that maybe it did take him giving over the power to
enjoy bottoming. It had to be a mental barrier that kept pushing him away from
it. Going to church and dwelling on his Catholic guilt issues wasn’t gonna help
with that.

“Three minutes, Seth,”
called out Domenico, who, to Seth’s astonishment, was wearing washed out jeans
and a black T-shirt that fit him just right, stressing the chiseled torso
without being tight. It was the first time Seth had seen him in something so
informal.

Seth shaved off the last
bit of stubble and laughed at him mercilessly. “No respect for the Lord?”

“I do have respect for
the Lord, but we’re not back home. And we’re going to the park straight from
there.”

Seth walked out of the
bathroom, faintly fresher. “Are we?”

“Yes, it’s a great day
for exercise and fresh air.” Domenico grinned at him, munching on a cookie.

“First a bit of church,
then fresh air and exercise. In the afternoon, a bit of incest and maybe a
little kidnapping.” Seth raised his eyebrows but quickly proceeded to dressing.

“Precisely.” Domenico
watched him with a smile that was hard to hate. “I like the way you think.”

Seth pulled on his
jeans, then a T-shirt, and he was ready to go. “Anyone ever told you you’re a
bit crazy?”

Domenico shrugged. That
was all the answer Seth needed.

Domenico looked up into
the leaves above their heads, his fingers playing with the grass he was lying
on. Autumn would be here soon so it could be the last weekend of relative
warmth and he was to spend it in Seth’s company. Now that they were done with
church, it was high time to test Seth’s physical abilities and judging from the
way he was trying to cough out his lungs after a quick run, those weren’t as
good as he claimed.

“I’m better with
climbing,” Seth uttered from Dom’s side, still trying to catch his breath.

Dom sighed and moved to
his side to look at Seth. “Climbing is much less essential than running when
you’re being chased.”

“At university, they had
an archery class, and I was considering that, but never got round to it.” Seth
grinned. The guy looked like he had no care in the world. “But I don’t mind
getting a bit hot and sweaty.” He winked at Dom. As adorable as it was, they
needed to get down to business.

“Good, because I will
make sure that you will. Have you recovered now?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Seth
gave him a quick nod and stood up. As lazy as he was in general, Dom had to
admit Seth put effort into the exercises and pushed himself when they jogged.
There was a bit of a competitive streak in him.

“Good. Have you ever
been in a fight?” asked Domenico, slowly getting to his feet. They were in a
park but here, between the trees, there shouldn’t be many witnesses to their
session.

“Duh. Two weeks ago. But
as a kid as well, I suppose. Oh and…” Seth raised his eyebrows at Dom.
“Yesterday.”

“I meant a real fight,
like when you had to defend your girlfriend from homophobic thugs.” Domenico
shook his body to relax all the muscles.

Seth raised his
eyebrows. “You’re such an ass. I’ll be honest: not particularly. Sometimes, it
ended up with a few shoves when I was out drinking. I suppose people are afraid
to attack me.” Seth folded his arms on his chest with a self-satisfied smirk.

“I can see why.”
Domenico shook his head. “Anyone taught you fistfighting, or some martial
arts?”
Please, say fucking ‘yes
’
...

“Pirates,” Seth said
without batting an eyelash.

Domenico frowned.
“What?”

“Yeah, it’s tricky on
the sea, because the deck keeps moving.”

“Very funny.” Domenico
put his hands into his pockets. “Okay, I’m gonna close my eyes, and you’ll
attack me, all right?”

Seth bit his lip, eying
him with a lot more caution. “Uhm… okay.”

Domenico jumped three
times to release any tension in his body. He was curious how Seth would do.
“But be serious. You’re not gonna kill me, even if you break my nose.”

“But… um… don’t break
mine, okay?” Seth sounded as if he suspected Dom to have superpowers.

“I won’t break anything,
but I might give you a bruise by accident. It’s all right.”

He could hear Seth
moving on the grass, the fallen leaves crackling under his feet. The steps were
cautious, calculated yet unsure. Seth hadn’t yet decided where to strike. But
when the very obvious noise came, Dom knew the attack would be from the other
side. A brush of air confirmed his suspicion, and he swung his body toward
Seth, blocking the attack, threw him to the ground, and crouched over Seth with
his fist against the firm chest. His blood was starting to get hot.

Seth grabbed Dom’s wrist
and pulled it to the side while pushing on his arm. It was a pretty pathetic
attempt, but still more effective than the wrestling they had at home. Seth
wrapped his legs around Dom’s thigh and tried to push him to his back with a
grunt. Weight was definitely one of Seth’s assets, but Domenico was still at an
advantage, despite having to fight blindly. He rolled off, crouching with his
head toward Seth. The smell of gasoline mixed with that of withering leaves and
trees as the wind blew in Domenico’s face.

Seth didn’t wait a
second and launched himself at him, still on his knees. Domenico took his
weight and used it to his advantage, throwing Seth to the ground again, so that
he would land like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh fuck!” Seth rasped,
and it didn’t sound like he was getting up soon.

Domenico opened his eyes
with a grin. “How was that?”

“Painful.” Seth moaned
and turned his head to look at him. “But fun in a way. I wouldn’t mind learning
how to do that.” He sounded self-assured, like a proper Villani.

“You know, we’re trying
something more invasive next?” Dom rolled onto his stomach.

“You mean penetration?”
Seth asked with a straight face. He had to be getting at ease with Dom to keep
pushing it.

“Later we sin, I said.”
Dom knocked on Seth’s warm forehead, letting his gaze linger on the deep dark
brown eyes. “I meant a proper fight.”

“Like a knife fight?”
Seth frowned, clearly not looking forward to that concept.

“No, no, we’re starting
with hands and guns. Blades are too dangerous at this point.”

“Okay.” Seth looked
around and gave Dom a peck on the cheek. The guy was unbelievable.

Domenico rolled over and
got to his feet with the warm brand of the kiss still lingering on his skin.
“Up, up, up.”

Seth sighed but didn’t
stall. He scanned the empty area once more and took his T-shirt off. “I’m
ready, Mentor.” He grinned like the village idiot, but a small smack to the
side of his mouth wiped the grin right away.

“Attack.”

Seth slouched, spreading
his arms to the sides and started circling Dom. At least his gaze was more
focused now. He reminded Dom of a young stag, eager for a fight, but not really
sure how to go about it. So he hit Seth again, delivering a poke to his bicep,
which had to sting.

“Move!”

“Hey! I’m thinking.”
Seth frowned and hit Dom’s forearm in answer.

“Don’t think. Hit me.”
Domenico leaned forward and splayed his fingers, ready to block an attack.

Seth turned to the side
all of a sudden and charged at Dom with the side of his shoulder, like a
wrecking ball. He was clearly inexperienced, so dodging the tackle was a piece
of cake, which Dom topped with a light punch into the stomach.

“Try harder.”

Seth wobbled and almost
fell over, but managed to regain his ground. “That’s unfair. Show me what to
do,” he complained, approaching, but holding an arm in front of himself as if
he suspected Dom could punch him with the speed of lightning.