Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (33 page)

“What about you?”

“I will need a new apprentice. You know, to
keep myself busy in my old age.”

Dom smiled. “Shouldn’t you just enjoy
yourself?”

“Maybe I will. Find a woman and only take the
occasional job.”

“Who knows, you might actually be a father,”
chuckled Domenico, already putting his hand on the door handle.

“I’ve got the son I need.” Luigi smiled at
him and turned around toward the bathroom.

Domenico watched him disappear, and just for
a second, he wanted to talk to him again, but what Domenico could
propose as a good compromise, Luigi wouldn’t accept, so he went
outside.

Seth was in the same place Dom left him, not
smoking anymore, just standing by the bike and looking into the
dark, cloudy sky. He couldn’t know there was something wrong, could
he?

“Ready to go?” Dom asked, strolling across
the street with a smile, even though he was feeling more than
hopeless. His chest was one big hole.

Seth turned to him with a smile. “Sure.
What’d he say?”

“Nothing special, boring killer talk.”
Domenico swallowed as he walked up to Seth, his skin getting tingly
already.

Seth snorted and punched Dom’s arm. “Idiot.
Hop on. Where are we heading? Wanna grab some food? Don’t want to
be stuck with Vincente.”

Domenico swallowed, discreetly brushing his
fingers over Seth’s stomach. He was standing too close to him, but
couldn’t help himself. “You know any nice, remote church we could
visit?”

“Oh, come on, Dom… Can you get any more
boring, choir boy?” Seth took a deep breath but got on the
bike.

“I’ll bore you to death,” muttered Dom as he
put on the helmet and got on behind Seth.

“New technique. You need to patent it.”

Dom couldn’t answer, the roar of the engine
was too loud. He pulled close to Seth, resting his head on his
lover’s shoulder blade. It was only at the last moment that he saw
a face in Luigi’s window.

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you,”
whispered Domenico, who watched the wooden figure of a crucified
Christ in a side chapel. As much as he appreciated the grandeur of
basilicas and cathedrals, he never considered them suitable for
personal meditation. A place like this one, with a small altar and
just a bunch of seats, was much more to his liking.

Already on his knees, Domenico lowered his
forehead to touch his entwined hands and searched for the voice
that only came to him through his own thoughts. They were lucky.
The church had already been closed for the night, but they broke in
without much trouble. Alone in the safety of its stone walls,
neither him nor Seth could have anything bad happen to them. God
was here to offer protection and guidance, only his answers were
yet to come.

The smell of dust and holy water, always
present in a church, calmed Dom down, but he knew they’d have to
leave the safety of this building soon. Seth had hours to live, and
Dom was still at loss about what to do. There were quite a few
options, but each was flawed. None of them would leave him
satisfied.

He looked up into the stained glass of the
window, a scene depicting the martyrdom of St. Sebastian. The saint
looked up into the heavens, seemingly ignoring all the arrows
perforating his abdomen. It was as if the scene was there to mock
Domenico. St. Sebastian was his patron, the one he swore his
loyalty on. Dom didn’t even know back then, at sixteen, that St.
Sebastian was a homoerotic icon. Kind of ironic.

“Already on your knees, choir boy?” he heard
Seth whisper from the side before coming into Dom’s line of vision,
his heavy boots first. Domenico couldn’t fight the shiver that went
all the way from his neck to his toes. He glanced to the side at
the broad-shouldered silhouette of his lover.

“That seems to be a reoccurring topic
tonight.”

“‘Cause I don’t get it. It’s kinda funny.”
Seth shook his head and leaned against the small altar in front of
Dom. The light from the street, coming in through the stained
glass, gave Seth’s skin an otherworldly glow. Like he was already
going translucent. Like a ghost.

Domenico swallowed and slowly rose from the
seat. “What’s funny?”

“That big bad Dom is on his knees like that.”
Seth let his body slide down the altar and he sat in front of Dom,
right there, on the polished pink marble.

“Because one should only fall to one’s knees
before God,” smiled Domenico, slowly walking up to him. This could
as well be their last night together.

“Is that why you do it so often in front of
me? For the sacred staff?” Seth chuckled, looking up at him.

Domenico’s breath became shallower, and he
slowly lowered himself to the ground, kneeling in front of Seth.
With a cold queasiness in his stomach, he looked him in the
eye.

“What? Am I sacrosanct enough? You ready for
the rod of God?” Seth reached out and pulled Dom’s hair with a
grin.

Domenico cleared his throat, but didn’t
resist being pulled. His stomach melted as the smell of leather and
male sweat reached his nostrils. “It’s not
that
funny.”

“Why not? Little Mimmo. I remember when you
were little and served in church in that white apron thingy. Only
boy with long hair.” Seth pulled him closer for a kiss.

“The priest didn’t molest me, thank you very
much,” chuckled Domenico and rested his hand on Seth’s chest.

“Good. More for me. The evil atheist.
Molesting good Catholic boys in between eating babies.” Seth leaned
forward and pushed on Dom’s arms, clearly trying to get him on the
cold marble. Dom resisted only to shrug off his woolen coat, but he
complied as soon as it was on the floor. The cold hit him, but with
the stress, and rising arousal , he would not stay freezing very
long.

“Though I’ll take a bad Catholic boy as
well.” Seth smiled into Dom’s lips and planted another kiss on
them.

Domenico arched into it, already sheltered by
the bulky arms, thighs, the gorgeous torso that was slowly lowering
itself on top of him. Seth’s size never failed to give him a
thrill, and now that he was willing to take the plunge, it had a
whole new meaning. “And who are you in this story?”

“The devil, I suppose. Tempting you into
sin,” Seth whispered into Dom’s ear, before kissing it. He slowly
set his whole weight on Domenico, pushing him against the stone
floor. He took off his gloves.

“Funny to be on the other side for once.”
Domenico exhaled, resting his hands on Seth’s shoulders. His lover
was heavy enough to push the air out of his lungs.

“Funny.” Seth smirked and gave Dom another
kiss, sliding his hands down Dom’s sides. His touch seemed greedy,
like he tried to touch as much as he could at once. He never had
that much control when it came to lust. Even at the beginning,
there had been fear, anxiety, shyness, but never much control.

Domenico smiled at him and discreetly pulled
out his knife, only to put it away on the marble. He raised the one
knee that Seth’s body wasn’t blocking and pressed it against his
lover’s side. “So what does this incubus do?” Domenico whispered,
looking straight into the dark brown eyes.

“First, he’ll get you all hot and sweaty, so
you don’t freeze your ass of on the floor. Wouldn’t want to nurse
your back problems in old age.” Seth grunted and ground his hips
into Dom’s as he licked all the way up his jaw. It was like having
a snake make its way up one of the most vulnerable places on Dom’s
body.

Domenico chuckled and raised his hands to
embrace Seth’s neck. Barely able to breathe with nerves, he hooked
his knee over Seth’s hip and pulled him in. “No...”

“No? Don’t want to get hot and sweaty?” Seth
laughed and slid his cold hands under Dom’s shirt, teasing his skin
and making him hiss. Dom already felt him going hard, his cock
pushing against Dom’s thigh.

“Make me,” whispered Domenico, teasing the
seam of Seth’s lips with his tongue.

Seth’s breath hitched, and his hot hand
traveled all the way over Dom’s stomach and chest, teasing the
nipples. “Oh, I can make you moan. Open my jacket. I’m too hot
already,” he whispered, even though vapor left his mouth in the
chill.

Dom reached for the zipper, frustrated when
it wouldn’t give right away, but when it did, it was as if a door
opened to all the warmth in the world. “Yeah? How?”

“You love touching me. I can see that. You
can’t keep your hands to yourself. We’ll just see what happens.”
Seth kissed Dom’s jaw and sat up on Dom’s hips, his ass close to
Dom’s hardening dick. “Now open my hoodie.”

Domenico swallowed and moved his palms up
Seth’s thighs, all the way to the hard chest, and did as he was
told. He would deny him nothing tonight.

“Good.” Seth put his palms over Dom’s,
encouraging the caress and rubbing that hot, juicy ass all over
Dom’s groin. “No other man ever got me so hot.”

Domenico nodded and let his hands wander. He
loved to feel up the curves of muscle beneath the fabric of Seth’s
T-shirt, each one made his cock even harder and he rocked his hips
up with a soft sigh. “Yes...”

“I miss you in my bed,” Seth whispered, lying
back down on Dom with those pounds of flesh. He propped himself up
on one hand to reach for Dom’s fly and unzip it slowly. “I’d rather
sleep on the street with you than deal with all this shit,” he
whispered, and the warmth of his breath got Dom’s lips pulsing.

Domenico stared at him, chest clenching. Why
was the world so harsh and unforgiving? Someone as sweet as that
could easily disappear into some remote place, and he could come
over a few times a year...

“Then sleep with me now.”

Seth caught his lips in a kiss, and his moves
became more heated as he unzipped Dom’s pants and pulled them down
to let out his cock. It was like a lid open on a steaming pot of
man. “Oh I will,” Seth whispered.

“Take out yours,” asked Domenico, digging his
fingers into the delicious meat of Seth’s thighs. In the faint
light, he could already see the bulge beneath the zipper.

“Hell yeah,” Seth groaned, and arched his
hips. The sound of an opening belt buckle and a zipper was just as
celestial as a choir of angels, and Domenico reached for its
contents right away.

“Is it ready?” he asked, breathless.

“Are you fucking kidding? I’m as hard as the
floor your ass is on.” Seth chuckled and slowly ground his cock
into Dom’s hand. It was so good, Dom pulled the jeans down, eager
to see that lovely meat in its full glory. And there it was, so
warm and smooth, so ready. It made Domenico both nervous and
exhilarated.

“What shall I do?”

Seth swallowed, his voice raspy as he bent
over Domenico in the light from the stained glass. “Can I grind
against you? On your back? I won’t do anything you don’t want. I
just… I wanna feel you
closer
.” Seth looked straight into
his eyes, licking his lips nervously.

Domenico swallowed, feeling his body tense as
his fingers around the dick in his hand. What if this was the only
chance he’d get to feel Seth inside? “Do me.”

Seth’s pupils instantly widened. “Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck yeah. I live to please,” he whispered, his voice deep and
warm, like a dive in the Mediterranean. He straightened up on Dom’s
hips again, rising to his knees. “Roll over,” he ordered, barely
breathing.

Domenico took a deep breath and did as he was
told, suddenly feeling completely naked despite only having his
hips and upper thighs on display. His ass broke out in goose bumps,
but he arched it up toward Seth, unable to speak. If there was
something he dreaded, it was doing this again. And yet he would go
through with it.

Before he could get cold, Seth’s heat covered
him, his stiff dick sliding right into the crack of Dom’s ass. Seth
rocked his hips into the buttocks, his cock sliding back and forth,
petting Dom’s sensitive flesh. “You are all I could ever want,” Dom
heard a whisper into his nape, followed by a kiss.

Domenico arched into him, torn between
arousal and that tingly feeling at the base of his spine. He moved
his hips, whimpering when the smoothness that was Seth’s cock moved
between his buttocks. It was such a perfect feeling, suited for the
divine setting. “Then take out the lube. My pants.”

He didn’t have to ask twice, Seth’s hand went
straight to Dom’s pocket. His body was like hellfire on top of Dom,
Seth’s cock throbbing like a separate living being. There was a
moan when Seth pulled back, only to spill a generous amount of lube
between Dom’s buttocks.

A shiver ran down Dom’s spine, and his hole
twitched as he leaned down to support his weight on his elbows,
bracing himself for what was to come. It was only then that he
remembered he had the coat under his hips and clumsily pulled it
away, resting on the hard marble.

There were no fingers coming though, just
Seth’s cock again, this time all slippery and already pushing
gently at Dom’s anus. Seth wrapped one arm around Dom’s waist,
making him arch up his ass, and slid his other hand into Dom’s
hair, twisting into a knot what was easy to hold. “I’m gonna fuck
you so hard you’re gonna believe this church is heaven.”