Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (18 page)

Peter was having sex across the street. His
new boyfriend was a good few steps down from Seth, and that made
Dom smile. Yet they did seem to have fun with the guy. They had to
use condoms though. Not like him and Seth, barebacking their way
into oblivion.

Domenico straightened his back and stepped
away from the telescope. He knew he should remove the instrument to
prevent Seth from ogling his ex-boyfriend, but was there really so
much to watch when Seth had him at hand?

The apartment had been a bit quiet since the
sex fiasco an hour ago. Seth took a shower and then retreated to
the kitchen, but now that it was beginning to smell nice and sweet
from there, Dom’s interest was rising. He moved the telescope away
from Seth’s former flat and walked toward the kitchen, already
getting drunk on the fumes of butter and lemon.

Seth was dressed in a pair of jeans, which
hung low on his hips, revealing the white waistband of his briefs,
and a black T-shirt, dirty with flour. He stood with his back to
Dom and mixed something in a bowl. Whistling beneath his breath, he
was an image of domestic bliss.

Domenico sighed, hardly noticing when his
mouth curved into a smile. “What are you making?”

Seth looked at him over his shoulder. “Oh,
hey. Cupcakes. But with a special ingredient.” Now that he stepped
slightly farther away, Dom could see a whole tray of the cakes
growing in the oven. So that was what smelled so good.

“Lemon? My favorite,” he muttered, slowly
walking through the room to join Seth at the island.

“This is what I smuggled in. I wanted you to
have the authentic experience.” Seth grinned and picked up a lemon
from a basket on the counter. When the kitchen timer rang, Seth
moved away to open the oven.

Domenico looked over his shoulder, his body
hair bristling at the delicious smell that filled the air with
thick, buttery goodness. Enough goodness in fact to clog Dom’s
heart if it weren’t for the sweet confession. He watched Seth pull
out the tray with a wide smile. “Is it ready now?”

“No. It needs to cool down. Then I’ll put the
frosting on, and I’ve got some white Belgian chocolate to top it
off.” Seth put the tray on a rack by the window, where they looked
beyond perfect in their white wrappers. Little lemony hills ready
for him to sink his teeth into.

“Can’t I have one without the frosting?”

His hand was reaching for the cake on its own
accord, but Seth grabbed it and pulled it back. “No. They need to
cool down. I want them to be perfect. Don’t spoil it. They will be
so delicious. I’ll fill them with lemon curd.”

Domenico swallowed, giving the treats a
longing look, but eventually clenched his jaw and nodded. “Okay.
But maybe you could put them into the fridge?”

Seth shook his head with a smile. “Dom, you
can’t put hot cake in the fridge. That’s not how it works. It’s my
moms recipe.”

“My mom’s such a great cook,” murmured
Domenico, reaching out to the bulging muscle of Seth’s arm. “You’d
like her.”

“I know what I can give you though.” Seth’s
eyes lit up, and he reached for the bowl of fluffy cream.

Domenico’s mouth watered, and he leaned
against Seth, sliding his hands around his midsection, just in case
Seth wanted to get away and take that buttery bowl with him.
“Yes!”

“But only a little,” Seth teased with a grin
and delved a finger into the cream before putting it against Dom’s
lips. It was so delectable, Dom took half of the finger into his
mouth and let the sweetness melt on his tongue. Sugary buttercream
with a tangy lemon background, and all that served as the most
tempting lollipop in the world.

“You look very happy right now.” Seth
laughed and kissed the ridge of Dom’s nose.

“I will be even happier if you give me more
of that,” declared Domenico, gently moving his hands up and down
Seth’s sides.

“I told you, only a bit. I need the rest for
the cupcakes,” Seth said but did delve his finger in the mix once
more.

“You’re torturing me on our honeymoon,”
moaned Dom, but moved in to kiss Seth before grabbing his wrist and
licking off the frosting.

“Maybe that’s my thing, and you didn’t even
know it. I’ve coerced you into a relationship, and now I will show
my true colors.” Seth kept looking at him with such warmth it was
making Dom melt at the edges. He opened his mouth, but closed it,
not sure what he wanted to say. He cleared his throat instead and
pointed at the fridge.

“What? You’re hungry? Again?” Seth raised his
eyebrows.

“No, put that away, and we can do something
with the time until the cupcakes are ready.”

Seth pulled away from him to fulfill the
request, smiling over his shoulder. “Oh, yeah? You wanna watch a
movie?”

Domenico bit his lip, tracing Seth’s back
with his gaze, all the way to the shapely ass. What a prize this
man was.

As soon as Seth put the bowl on the counter,
Dom made his move and aligned his body to Seth’s, making sure his
hips were at a right angle. Breathing in the scent of male skin and
shower gel, he brushed his fingers along Seth’s arms, down his
forearms. “I have a better idea.”

Seth stiffened for a second before relaxing
against him. “What are the ingredients?” he asked and raised his
arms slightly, to let Dom’s under his own.

Dom rose to his toes and nipped on Seth’s
ear, nestling his face in the freshly washed hair. “You, me, come,
and a little bit of oil,” he whispered, moving his hands to Seth’s
pecs. He squeezed them, and the way the flesh gave in made Dom
gasp.

Seth slowly stirred against Dom’s hips, and
his nipples hardened under the expert touch. “I like that recipe.”
He tilted his head, offering up his neck for petting, which Dom
took advantage of, lavishing the skin with kisses and licks. He
pulled Seth away from the fridge and stumbled, unwilling to break
the embrace for the sake of balance. “It’s going to be a very juicy
spitroast.”

Seth snorted and put his hands against the
counter of the kitchen island. “Oh, yeah? You invited a
friend?”

Domenico frowned, trying to shove the vision
of group sex with Seth on the receiving end of things out of his
head. He’d enjoyed the fling with Spadaro, but things were so
different then. Back then, he thought he wanted the danger that was
the Barracuda just as much as Seth’s submission, but Dom didn’t
want Seth to accept other men the way he accepted him. He didn’t
want him to even look at other men. “No, it’s my spitroast. You
know how hungry I sometimes get,” he whispered, pushing Seth over
the counter. His warm skin was such a wonderful contrast to the
cold marble.

Seth grunted but lowered his body to the
surface without complaint, ignoring the flour scattered all over.
“In need of beef.”

“I’m not sure if it’s beef or pork,”
whispered Domenico, eagerly starting to unwrap his meal. He pushed
up the shirt, groaning at the rippling muscle underneath. He leaned
in and licked along a pronounced valley of flesh.

“I’m not pork,” Seth complained, but arched
his back like a happy cat.

“No?” Domenico nuzzled his face against the
soft skin. Seth’s smell alone was enough to get him going. There
was something incredibly fresh and welcoming in his lover’s aroma.
“I guess that’s right. You’re a young calf, juicy and sweet.”

Seth’s laugh against the counter left a layer
of steam on the marble and made some of the white dust fly. “I’m a
filet mignon. You must be rich to afford a whole two hundred pounds
of it.”

Domenico sighed, straightening his back. He
looked down at his fingers digging into flesh. His own cool olive
against Seth’s burnt sienna. “I could afford any piece of beef, but
I want this one. A very particular Sicilian breed, you see.”

“And only the best cut for Mr. Acerbi.”
Seth’s voice became a bit raspy, and this time Dom was sure Seth
rubbed his ass against him on purpose.

“Oh, yes, not even an ounce of fat on that
fillet.” Domenico rolled up Seth’s shirt, exposing his shoulders
and urging Seth to raise his hands. He never stopped staring at the
beautiful muscle.

Seth raised his arms. It only got the muscles
on his back working in that dance Dom admired. He pulled Seth
against him and bit into the meaty shoulder blade, breathing in the
fresh sweat and the sweetness of the cake Seth had been making.
Grinding into his ass, Domenico was already getting hard. He didn’t
even have to undress Seth, his lover was getting rid of his T-shirt
himself and as soon as it was off, he rubbed right back against Dom
in a languid, circular movement of the hips.

Domenico groaned as his pelvis pushed forward
on its own. He grabbed the sides of Seth’s hips and moved his mouth
down the soft ridges of Seth’s back, digging his teeth in gently,
just to have a small taste. Every little sigh he got from Seth was
a reward for the most pleasurable job in the world. Domenico looked
at the expression of bliss on that handsome face, as Seth’s breath
created a white dust storm on the counter.

Dom’s hands went for the buckle at the front
of Seth’s jeans, and he could already sense the heat
underneath.

Seth looked back at him with that hazed,
half-lidded gaze. The blush on his cheeks indeed reminded him of
the rosy center of a filet mignon, perfectly lean and juicy.

“And how do you feel, my beautiful chunk of
beef?” he uttered, lowering the zipper of Seth’s pants with his
hands slightly unstable with lust.

“Good. The counter’s a bit cold but
otherwise, I might boil. And I imagine you like your meat tender?”
Seth smirked and arched his ass up. Dom could have a meal like that
every day. Still alive yet already wishing to be on his plate.

Unable to help himself, Domenico lowered
Seth’s jeans and let them fall to the floor, looking at what had to
be the most perfect ass in New York City, through only a layer of
white cotton. The way the undergarment contrasted with Seth’s
dusky, warm skin made him want to just dig in already, but he liked
his meals properly heated.

Suddenly afraid to just grab the buttock, he
slowly cupped it with one hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

Seth slowly backed into the touch but hid his
face in his forearm. Dom couldn’t believe his lover was still shy
about this. It was so cute. Seth was begging to be teased, and
Domenico knew just the way how.

With a smile already spreading on his face,
he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Seth’s briefs and
pulled them lower, very slowly. He watched the waistband stretch as
it passed the curvaceous ass to reveal a light dusting of dark hair
on the perfect skin.

Seth’s breathing hitched, and Dom could see
his sac pull up. Being able to once again take his time with
Seth—with no rush of being found out or trying to scrape the time
for a meeting, with his man in full view, illuminated by the
afternoon light from the kitchen window—was making Dom’s heart ache
with joy. No hiding in the shadows anymore.

As he pulled the briefs farther down the
log-like thighs, Domenico lowered himself to his knees, ready to
worship that perfect set of buttocks and the pleasures they hid in
the cleft between. Dom let out a sharp breath, kneading the soft
flesh in his palms.

“D-Dom? What are you doing?” he heard the
raspy voice from above. Seth’s buttocks clenched as if he tried to
protect himself from what Dom had in store for him.

Domenico smiled and stroked the buttocks with
the backs of his hands, enjoying the fine hairs tickling his skin.
“Tenderizing the meat.”

“I… um… come back up?” Seth’s body was so hot
Dom could feel it on his face even without their skin meeting.

“I’m good, thank you,” he said, parting the
buttcheeks with his thumb. There was a gasp and then silence for a
longer moment, when Dom took his time adoring the flesh in front of
him.

“Are you sure? I… I mean… I never… I don’t
know,” Seth uttered, the muscles in his thighs tightening under
Dom’s grip. His words were like ambrosia poured right over Dom’s
heart only to trickle to his dick, pulling it to full
attention.

“Oh, you never had anyone rim you?” he
breathed, more hoarsely than he expected. His thumb kept stroking
Seth’s cleft without digging in too deep.

“N-no.” Those perfect buttocks clenched
again, trapping his finger in their warmth. Dom could hardly
believe no one had ever tried to feast on an ass this perfect. But
that was only for the better. Seth would be all his.

The thought made pride swell in him, and he
kissed the side of the buttcheek, squeezing it at the crease where
the soft mound met thigh. “Looks like I’ll be taking another kind
of virginity today...”

He got no answer except for loud, quick
breaths and Seth slightly rising to his toes. That was hardly a
protest.

Domenico smiled and lapped at the cleft,
enjoying the salty aroma hidden deeper between the buttocks. He
reached between Seth’s thighs, drawing circles on the inner side,
so close to his balls it had to be a tantalizing experience. “You
will be so soft and welcoming for my cock once I’m done here.”

“Oh, Dom.” Seth actually
whimpered
and
curled his toes. It was unbelievable that this guy claimed to be a
‘top only’ when they met. Dom was happy to have proved him
wrong.

“What is it? You like it?” whispered Domenico
with his throat slightly choked as he traced his lover’s scrotum
with just the tips of his fingers.

“I do… Oh, God.” Seth’s thighs trembled, and
he wouldn’t keep still.

Domenico grinned. He moved both hands to the
ass in front of him, and without further ado, he pulled the cheeks
apart, revealing the dusky skin in between. Breath caught in his
throat when he gazed at the puckered circle of flesh, clenched
tight to instinctively fight off the invasion that was to come.
With a groan he wasn’t able to keep in, he tickled the sensitive
skin with the tip of his index finger.