Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 2 (29 page)

“Mr. Tropico?” The bartender waved his hand
in front of Dom. He must have been asking something before.

Domenico handed him the card. “Sorry, I
thought I gave you the expired card,” he said with a brilliant
smile, but his mind was already swamped with calculations. He
needed to get Vincente a woman. The sooner the better. “A bottle of
your best champagne.”

“Of course, sir. Would you like the girls to
bring it?” The bartender kept smiling as he swiped the card.

Dom smiled. “One of my friends should be
celebrating tonight. Any chance one of the girls would give him the
slutty girlfriend experience?”

The bartender fanned himself with the card.
“Mr. Tropico, with this piece of plastic, your friend can have
whatever he wants.”

Still having in mind all the obscene stuff
Vincente said on the way here, Domenico sighed. “She’ll have big
fake tits, a shaved crotch, long fingernails, and blonde hair. Very
slutty and loving an Italian accent,” Dom said, smiling at the
waiter. “I’d have you, but I’m very faithful.”

The guy’s eyes sparked with interest, his
pupils widening. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t have to know,” he said
quieter, leaning over the counter.

Domenico mentally rolled his eyes.
“Boyfriend. Now, I’m telling you this because my friend needs to be
distracted, so that I can actually fuck my boyfriend. I’m sure you
understand,” he said and winked at him.

“Oh.” The bartender sighed and swiped the
card once more. “Okay, I’ll try my best to arrange things. One
blonde hot cake coming right up.” He seemed disappointed, but still
smiled at Dom.

“Thanks, I owe you one in the future.”
Domenico grinned, reaching out in pretense of brushing dust off his
shirt. He knew from experience a little dose of his interest could
do wonders.

“I’ll be waiting then.” The guy beamed at
Dom, but already turned to get the champagne and gestured to a girl
at the back.

Domenico hoped Vincente would be pleased with
the last position on his credit card statement, whatever the
bartender put on there in place of ‘one blonde hot cake’, but he
looked at their table, checking out whether Seth was safe. He
needed to focus and think of something. They should somehow make
use of the time alone because one thing Domenico was certain of was
that Luigi would know about a plot to eliminate Seth. And Dom
wouldn’t have it.

For a bystander, there would have seemed to
be a sense of camaraderie between Seth and Vincente. Laughing,
drinking together, clinking their glasses. When a voluptuous blonde
came over to them with a bottle of champagne, Vincente got her into
his lap and poured them all a generous amount.

Domenico gave one more grin to the bartender
and walked back to their table, the card burning his hand like a
glowing piece of coal. He couldn’t believe Vincente was reckless
enough to use the credit card with the same name as on the damn
e-mail, but maybe he was far too drunk to care. “Enjoying your
American experience?”

“The hell I am!” Vincente laughed and grabbed
a fistful of breast as the girl in his lap giggled and ground
against his crotch. It had to be a pretty low-grade place for this
to go on in public. It might be why Vincente had recommended
it.

Seth downed his drink.

Domenico dropped to his seat and put an arm
around Vincente. “You like her?” he asked, glancing at the busty
blonde.

“I could ride that pussy all night.” He
laughed and slid his hand between the girl’s thighs. She laughed
and started whispering into his mouth. Dom stole a glance at Seth,
who raised an empty shot glass at him with a grim expression and
tried to drink from it.

“You know what? I might actually set off
somewhere with Angela here.” Vincente laughed and licked his
fingers.

“I got a special room you might like,” she
teased and bit into his ear. She then lowered her voice again, but
judging from Vincente’s expression, it had to be something he found
very hot. Probably something as elaborate as ‘fuck me into the
mattress’.

“Can we go?” Seth whispered to Dom. His words
were slurred, and his half-lidded eyes were an invitation to
bed.

Domenico groaned and leaned in to Vincente.
“Take care of the girl, while I take your brother to bed. He’s done
for the night.”

“Have fun babysitting,” Vincente said
quietly, presumably so Seth wouldn’t hear it.

Dom gave him a swat on the shoulder and got
up, gesturing for Seth to do the same. “We’re going.”

Seth nodded and patted Vincente on the back.
Dom had to help him walk. Some of the girls waved at them, and Seth
waved back with a stupid grin, as if he really were a part of
this.

Domenico sighed and pulled Seth toward the
door. They were lucky this was a pretty rundown part of town, which
meant there weren’t as many cameras everywhere. They needed
discreet transportation.

“Oh, my God!” Seth laughed loudly, supporting
himself on Dom’s shoulder. “I couldn’t believe your face when
Vincente bought you a lapdance. Such utter dread!”

“Shut up. You’re not coming today for what
you did,” growled Dom into his ear. He couldn’t be more glad to
leave a building as they went out into the cold.

“Nooo! Not fair,” Seth moaned and stumbled
forward. “I’m gonna come, like, four thousand times.”

“Right. We’ll see about that. I’m going to
deny you all night, idiot.” Domenico breathed in the cold and
briefly scanned the low buildings around them. Nothing worth
attention. A store on the other side of the street, two young men
walking into the distance... all he needed was a quiet street and
an old car.

The problem was, he wasn’t getting a quiet
Seth. “No, don’t! You know I hate that.” Seth grabbed his arm. “I
was just kidding.”

“Yeah right, I’m wondering whether I can ever
get a hard-on again,” Dom said, walking away from the pulsing
club.

Seth stumbled along as if he were competing
in an invisible slalom. “You just need encouragement. Have you
washed your hands?” He snorted.

“No, but I didn’t touch her there,” groaned
Domenico, turning into a small alley where he saw several cars
parked on the sidewalk. It was late enough for no one to
notice.

“‘There’? Come on, say it, ‘
pussy
’,”
Seth hissed emphasizing the double ‘s’.

Domenico dragged his fingers down his face.
“Fuck you, Seth, that’s gross.”

“I can’t help my brother’s generosity.” Seth
spread his arms, chuckling and grabbing onto a metal fence to keep
himself on both feet.

“Shut up or I’ll never fuck you again,”
muttered Domenico, approaching a car that looked promising.

Seth started laughing so hard he fell to his
ass in the snow. “Yeah, like I’ll believe that!”

“Better do.” Dom pulled out his trusty lock
picking set. No one should see them, but he covered his face as he
started the machine nevertheless. “I could just fuck your throat
till the end of this affair.”

“Huh?” Seth looked up with his lips parted.
“No! That’s so unfair! You can’t do that,” he moaned, trying to get
up. “I… I mean… I… It’s not like I
need
fucking,” he
babbled.

“So keep quiet.” Domenico wasn’t usually
doing work as vulgar as this, but it was a useful skill, so he
opened the car door without much trouble. He leaned in to open the
passenger door as well and invited Seth in, diving lower to start
the car. He was glad portable phones had flashlights these
days.

“Dom? Why are we doing this? You wanna do it
in someone’s car?” Seth snorted, but came closer. “I don’t believe
you could survive on blow jobs though.”

“I’d have to find another guy for ass
fucking,” groaned Domenico as he got access to the wires.

“Nooo!” Seth moaned again, diving in to lie
in the backseat. “I wouldn’t let you do that, I’d dump your ass.
It’s not like I’m just available for whatever.”

“Isn’t your mouth available?” asked Dom,
trying to distract Seth as he was working. “I like how wet it
is.”

“No it isn’t. I do what I want and when I
want,” mumbled Seth into the upholstery.

Domenico groaned, stuck in an uncomfortable
position. “I’ll fuck you if you hide your face in the cowl.”

“You don’t want to even see my face?” Seth
complained, slurring as he went along. “You’re horrible. You just
want my ass. You don’t love me at all.”

Domenico looked at him from beneath the
dashboard. That was the last thing he wanted to deal with right
now. “We’re stealing a car. You don’t want to be caught on camera,
do you?”

“Not really, no. Not my thing. I like to keep
you secret.”

The car started, and Domenico struggled into
the driver’s seat, finally closing the door. It was only now that
he noticed the car was even more soaked with cigarette smoke than
his favorite pillow back at home. “Let’s stick to that,” he said
and pulled up his scarf.

He didn’t get an answer this time, and it was
for the better. They had a long way to go.

Seth’s head was spinning when he opened his
eyes, trying to figure out what happened. He was in a car. It was
dark. The car just parked. Had he been kidnapped again? He broke
out in cold sweat and yelped, waving his hands in front of himself
to check if he wasn’t tied up.

“Dom?”

“Yeah?” A knock on the car window rose Seth
to a sitting position. It was very quiet, with just some background
noise of the city far away.

He looked up at Dom and slowly opened the
door. His lover was smoking, melted into the darkness in his black
clothes. “Where are we? Are you dumping me?”

Domenico sighed, playing with his cigarette.
The red end was creating the illusion of a pattern in the dark
background. “Where did that even come from?”

“I… Hm.” Seth sat up, for a moment seeing two
red dots instead of one. “You were unhappy before. With the
lapdance and stuff. Complaining I was too loud.”

Domenico reached out his hand to help him up.
“That’s hardly a reason to dump such a prime piece of ass.”

“You said you’d put a cowl on my face,” Seth
moaned, though he didn’t exactly remember all the details of the
conversation. He wrapped an arm around Dom, still dizzy.

“As long as you don’t puke all over me, we’re
good,” said Domenico as he threw the cigarette bud into the dirt
and stepped on it. “You want to see a secret hideout of mine?”

“Where are we?” Seth looked around the empty
area. One abandoned building, one road. No lights, no people, no
civilization in sight. The snow wasn’t falling anymore, and a clear
sky was a background to a whole sea of stars.

“You don’t need to know,” said Domenico, and
his smoke-stained lips were like the sweetest candy to Seth. Dom
petted his arm, and then pulled him along toward the old,
disintegrating house made of red brick.

“If you wanted private time, we could’ve gone
to a hotel.” Seth clung to Dom with a smile, liking all the balance
he got from his lover. He didn’t even feel the cold when they
hugged.

Domenico let his head fall back with a groan.
“There might be private time, but we need to do something first. If
you want sex, be good.”

Seth bit his lip and nodded, being led into
the building. It smelled of dust and stale air. “Do we need to do
something illegal?” Seth whispered, his heart rate already picking
up. Dom always had something exciting in the pipeline. A smile
spread across Seth’s lips, and he slid his fingers between the
buttons of Dom’s coat.

“We stole a car,” said Dom, walking up to a
steel door, locked with a huge metal lock. To Seth’s surprise, Dom
produced a key and pushed it right into the hole.

Like he would push his dick into Seth
later.

Seth sucked his bottom lip into his mouth at
that thought. Domenico had a way of fucking him that defied all
logic. “And now we’re breaking in somewhere.”

“No, I have the key, but don’t tell anyone,”
said Dom just before he gave Seth another kiss. He turned the key
in the lock, and it opened without effort. Very soon, Dom pushed
the door and invited Seth inside with a gesture, even though the
damp darkness didn’t seem like a good place for sex. It felt like
entering an old fridge.

“You have the key to everything. Tonight you
even had the key to pussy.” Seth chuckled, hugging Dom closer.

“I don’t need one. What I need is a skeleton
key to male ass.” Dom shut the door and put a piece of wood across
metal hooks fastened on the inner side of the door to keep the
house safe while they were inside.

“You already have one. It’s in your pants.”
Seth laughed and slid his hand to cup Dom’s cock. Fuck, it was a
glorious thing.

The space was a large empty hall, with broken
glass in the windows and a few structures that looked like deserted
shops. Old posters peeled off the walls. Seth had no idea what this
place was. An old bus station maybe?

Domenico grabbed his hand and took it away
from the best sausage he’d ever had. “I’m being serious here. We’ll
fuck once we’re done,” said Dom as he switched on the flashlight in
his cell phone and moved across the hall, careful not to step into
one of the piles of rubble.

Seth sighed, not used to this sort of
rejection. He followed in silence, two steps away. He wasn’t even
sure what they were doing anymore. There was a pleasant buzz in his
head so it was hard to focus. And then, there it was, in the cool
light of Domenico’s flashlight. A photo booth.

“I don’t get it.” Seth spread his arms,
discouraged by the lack of Dom’s interest.

“We’re gonna take some pictures,” said Dom as
he knelt by a large device connected to the photo booth. He grabbed
his phone with his teeth and opened the machine.

Seth frowned and crossed his arms on his
chest. “We went all this way to take dirty pictures?”

“It will be
clean
pictures, or no
sex,” warned Domenico, who already wore leather gloves.