Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (26 page)

“Because I don’t. I
don’t want to anymore.” Domenico sighed, moving his hips to meet Seth’s hands.

Seth let out a guttural
groan full of annoyance. “Why do I have to then? It hurts.” The last part came
out quieter than he intended. Discussing this had him embarrassed at all sorts
of levels. He did unzip Dom’s fly though.

Something twitched on
Domenico’s face, and he raised his hand, tracing the side of Seth’s neck. “That
bad?”

Seth stalled with his
answer, but there was no way around it other than honesty, and he hated it.
“Well… I only did it a few times. You hardly used lube at the beginning of the
first time and you didn’t go particularly soft on me. I’m not dying.” He rolled
his eyes. “But it hurts.” Getting punched in the stomach hurt a lot more, but
it wasn’t even half as embarrassing. Looking into Dom’s eyes was too much
effort when he had to confess such stuff, so he focused on pulling down Dom’s
pants instead.

“Ah, I thought you
wanted to compliment the size of my dick.” Domenico laughed, and with the way
his hands petted Seth’s forearms, it was hard to get mad at him.

“Asshole. I can take
your dick—I mean…” Seth closed his eyes, frustrated to no end. That wasn’t what
he meant. “I mean, it’s probably… I don’t know.”

“Let’s just wait for a
few days then.”

Seth let himself be
pulled toward that warm, cigarette-infused mouth. The pressure of Dom's tongue
was good enough to make him part his thighs. Seth sighed with relief almost as
big as when the gun was removed from his forehead, and he melted into the kiss
eagerly, opening his mouth in invitation.

It wasn’t that he didn’t
want to at all, he’d be lying to himself if he claimed he never wanted to do it
again. He’d want to explore it. Maybe. In the right circumstances. But his ass
would never stop being sore if they went at it every day.

He slowly pulled down
Dom’s jeans and underwear enough to feel his dick pop up. The wide grin on the
man’s face melted all of Seth's uncertainty. “Treat yourself. Never had a
Sicilian cock before, huh?”

Seth looked down to
avoid Dom’s eyes but couldn’t help a little smirk at the sight as well. That
was true. He’d never had an Italian, not to mention a Sicilian. To be
completely honest, he was usually the
suckee
, not the sucker. But with
this he could deal. Even in daylight.

He kissed the side of
Dom’s jaw, before sliding lower, to that stiff dick. Dom’s skin smelled so good
he wanted to bury his face in it and stay like that. Its warm, earthy aroma
never failed to get him excited, and that thick, olive-skinned cock was already
making his mouth water.

“You hadn’t. You were
drunk before, but now you can taste it like you should.”

Seth bowed down to lick
the whole length and pulled up Dom’s T-shirt just so he could have a good view
of that lean stomach. If Dom were ham, he’d be
prosciutto crudo
. “I
never had God-knows-how-many partners.” Seth groaned as he got to the tip with
his tongue.

“Good, I’m not into
sluts.” Domenico’s hand was heavy on the back of his head, but it progressed to
grab the longer hair at the top and gently twist it around his fingers.

“You were the one saying
I’m a slut,” Seth whispered into his cock, before sucking on the tip and
arching his back upward.

Domenico tasted so fresh
and masculine that Seth wanted to swallow more of him. Dom’s laugh shook the
cock in Seth’s mouth. “I’m going to reform you.”

Seth smiled around the
flesh and dared to look up into Dom’s eyes. He liked the relaxed Domenico just
as much as the frowning one. And when their eyes met, the white grin became
even wider, making the amber eyes glimmer.

“For such a dumbass,
you’re insanely hot. Especially like that, with your lips around my cock.”

Seth wouldn’t lie, he
loved praise. It also made him feel better that even after what had happened,
Dom thought he had redeeming qualities. Never breaking eye contact, he took
more cock into his mouth, reveling in how it pulsed with life, but Domenico
wouldn’t let him stop. Pulling on his hair, Dom was slowly spearing Seth on his
dick while watching him with half-lidded eyes.

Seth gagged slightly,
but having his hair pulled was too good to resist. He never liked mellow blow
jobs. Dom’s smell, fresh but with a bit of sweat, made him quickly reach down
to his own pants. He couldn’t stop panting as he tried to let the dick in
farther.

“Ah, leave your hands
where I can see them,” rasped Domenico, whose hips curled against Seth, pushing
even more cock in.

Seth moaned in protest
but put his hands on Dom’s stomach. He could work with that. All that muscle
under delicious skin. He did gag again, but it didn’t discourage him from
adding more suction.

“I see I’ll need to
train your throat,” whispered Domenico, making gentle thrusts toward Seth’s
face, his trimmed pubes yet having to reach Seth’s nose. Dom’s eyes were like
twin torches, which burned holes in Seth’s chest.

Seth whined in
embarrassment, but couldn’t back off with Dom’s fingers holding him firmly in
place. His breath quickened, and he panted through his nose, as he explored
Dom’s stomach with his fingers. It had a nice amount of small dark hairs,
without being bushy. Here and there, the skin had small scars, darker and
lighter, bigger and smaller, creating a story Seth was curious to hear. For now
though, he was content with giving Domenico all the pleasure he could to make
up for his earlier behavior. The cock, so warm, thick, and veiny, was moving in
shallow thrusts, poking at the entrance of Seth’s throat, and with both of
Domenico’s hands in his hair, there was nowhere to run.

He looked away, so Dom
wouldn’t see his eyes watering, and arched his head, but the cock kept making
him gag. He felt like an idiot. An idiot with a hard-on, but idiot
nevertheless. He moved his palms to Dom’s pecs and over his nipples, a shiver
going through his body, all the way down to his balls at how defenseless it was
making him feel.

“I can teach you how to
deepthroat properly. How does that sound?” rasped Domenico.

Seth tried to back off
the fleshy hotness, but Dom only gave him a bit of slack, pushing back when
Seth was close to the cockhead again. He had to admit he liked the force. It
felt like the guy knew what he wanted from a blow job, and that was so arousing
he moaned around the cock.

“Get to your knees,”
whispered Domenico with his cock buried halfway down Seth’s mouth.

Seth followed the order,
aroused even by how controlled Dom’s voice was. He slid his hands to Dom’s
hips, groping the angular flesh. There wasn’t an ounce of extra fat on that
gorgeous body. He didn’t resist when Dom pulled him by the hair, pushing
through Seth’s resistance and into his throat.

Seth closed his eyes,
focused on letting Dom use his mouth any way he wanted. His nostrils kept
flaring, and when he got to Dom’s pubes with his nose, he was in
testosterone-filled heaven. He grabbed on to Dom’s hips harder, wanting to have
all of him, touch every last inch of his skin.

“Good, you’re doing
good.” Domenico’s thighs and stomach were trembling, and so was his voice as he
pressed Seth’s face against his crotch, petting his head gently.

Satisfying Dom felt like
doing your duty to the world. He wanted to see Dom come and lie panting, all
spent and sweaty thanks to him. Seth slowly slid his hands down the sides of
Dom’s hips and to his buttocks. When Domenico pulled him off his cock, it set
Seth’s throat on fire, like it was covered in sulfur. He gasped for air,
looking up with a half-lidded gaze.

“Breathe.”

“I’m fine,” Seth
complained, surprised by how raspy his voice turned out, and he bowed to kiss
the glistening cockhead. He let it slide on his lips as if he were licking the
tip of an ice cream.

Domenico chuckled and
grasped his dick, positioning it for entry, telling Seth to open up. Now that
Seth knew what feeling to anticipate, he let Dom slide right in, as he groped
Dom’s ass, all flushed with pleasure. Each time that pulsing prick entered his
throat, it felt like the cavity inside his neck was being filled over capacity,
but it was just so delicious, primal, domineering. Even the taste of pre-come
didn't bother him, as it foreshadowed Dom’s impending orgasm.

He groaned, curling his
toes and completely ignoring the wetness around his eyes that was bound to come
with a bit of gagging. His heart was pounding as he squeezed Dom’s well-muscled
ass. Seth’s dick was throbbing at the idea of topping the guy. With all the
reaction he was getting from Dom, he could bet he’d be tight and snug.

He didn’t know how long
Domenico was fucking his mouth, keeping him in place like he had the right to
do anything he wanted, but when the time came, Dom rapidly buried himself as
deep as possible and shuddered, pouring spunk straight into Seth’s throat.

Seth swallowed all of it
eagerly, to have it over with. It was his least favorite part of giving head,
but as much as he didn’t like the taste, there was something visceral about
doing it bare, without rubbers, and taking another guy’s load. He moved his
palms up to the sides of Dom’s stomach and grabbed his flesh while looking up
to see Dom’s face, now flushed and dark-eyed.

“Come here,” rasped
Domenico, pulling on his hair again.

Seth reluctantly let
Dom’s cock slide out from between his lips, but he was glad to get some air
again. As stupid as it was, he felt all proud of himself as he lay on top of
Dom like a sated lion.

A whisper against Seth’s
ear made his temperature explode.

“I want you to come.”

“Are you happy?” Seth
groaned in reply, but didn’t hesitate to raise his hips and push his pants
down.

“Not yet. Lie down next
to me.” Dom’s lips possessed his, and he practically fell down to the grass.

Seth closed his eyes,
letting Dom do whatever he wanted as long as he was close. He licked his
lover’s salty upper lip with a smile and leaned forward, so the tip of his dick
could slide against Dom’s stomach as he masturbated, cradled in the steel grip
of Dom’s arm.

“Now touch yourself,”
commanded Domenico, his tongue leaving a wet trail on the side of Seth’s face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he
moaned and pressed against Dom’s hot skin as he started pumping his dick like
there was no tomorrow. He wanted to come bad, and with the levels of excitement
he was reaching, it wouldn’t take long. His whole body transcended when a warm
hand squeezed around his scrotum and started gently rolling his balls,
massaging them so well it hurt.

“Like that!” Seth
exclaimed and arched into his fingers, gripping Dom’s hair with his other hand.
Being closer was a need from somewhere in the pit of his stomach and nothing
was enough. He’d devour this man for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Seth bit into Dom’s lips
for another kiss as he came, pushing himself onto his lover. A shiver went
through his body, and he squeezed his eyes tight, floating through his orgasm.
It was beyond good. Nothing hurt anymore. For the short moment, he didn’t care
about anything but the man next to him and his own satisfaction.

“Now I’m happy and
sticky.” Domenico laughed so hard he shook Seth on top of him.

Seth slowly opened his
eyes and faced him. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand you for it.” He
rubbed his sticky hand over Dom’s stomach.

“Good to know I’m your
weakness.” Dom’s black eyelashes were thick and long, casting a slight shadow
on his reddened cheekbones.

“That is so unfair. I
should have kept my mouth shut.” Seth pushed his face against Dom’s hot neck.

“I like you when you’re
weak with me.”

It was such a surprising
confession that Seth didn’t know what to do with it. He slowly slid his arms
around Dom’s chest and hugged him tight. “I suppose I have self-control issues,”
he muttered.

Against his skin,
Domenico’s mouth opened into a smile. “As long as you’re a good boy, you’re
safe with me.”

Seth supposed he should
be offended, but all he felt was safe and happy. “I’ll try to be a good boy
then.” He gave Dom’s lips a languid kiss, unsure of what exactly was happening
between them, but he wasn’t in a rush to define it.

Domenico hummed in
answer, shutting his eyes while his wild heartbeat was slowly mellowing under
Seth’s ear.

“When will I get to fuck
you?” Seth stroked Dom’s forearm in the hope Dom wouldn’t get angry again.

“You’re pushing it,”
answered Dom with a small smile.

“I know.” Seth laughed
and rolled off. “Sometimes I do things just to see what will happen.” He lay
down on his back, with his cock getting fresh air. Even the bruise growing on
his stomach didn’t bother him anymore. Seth took a deep breath. “I thought
going back home would be the end of my sex life. I was mortified.”

Domenico sighed. “You
didn’t have it easy. Such a late start...”

“I only had my first
kiss with a guy at twenty-one.” Seth pouted at the memory, because it hadn’t
even been all that amazing.