Full House (8 page)

“Rufus will be fine, don’t worry.”

Marco gave Angelo’s arm one last squeeze before getting out of the car. “Maria, sweetheart, can you hand me my crutches?”

He heard a bang coming from the trunk and winced. Hopefully, the ten-year-old didn’t scratch Angelo’s pride and joy. After steadying himself on the crutches, he turned to shut the car door. “Thanks.”

Angelo waved at Nicky and Maria. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Marco nodded and made his way to the front door. He fished the borrowed key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. “I need to turn off the alarm.”

“Alarm?” Nicky whistled. “Fancy.”

Marco tapped his birth date into the keypad. “There. That should do it.”

He heard the laundry basket drop to the pristine dark-wood floor and Nicky was off. “Hey!”

The expression on Maria’s face was one of wonder. “That nice man really lives here?”

“Yep,” Marco answered, leading Maria into the large living room. He realised it wasn’t the kind of room you kicked off your shoes and got comfortable in. “Let’s get something to drink and find the media room.”

“What’s a media room?” Maria asked.

Although Marco had worked for years on houses that held media rooms, he’d never actually been in one. “It’s a room that is specifically designed to watch television and movies.” He grinned. “At least that’s what I hear. Let’s go see if we can find it.”

* * * *

At a few minutes after nine, Marco tucked Maria into one of the guest beds. He realised he’d forgotten to bring his baby sister’s nightlight. “Do you want me to leave the door open and the hall light on?”

Maria nodded. “Where will you sleep?”

Marco had been trying to figure that out all evening. “Would you be upset if I slept in the room with Kent?”

Maria bit her lip, her sweet face wrinkled in thought. “What if I need you during the night?”

He brushed Maria’s curls away from her face and bent down to kiss her on the nose. “I’ll be at the end of the hall. All you have to do is knock on the door.”

After several moments, Maria nodded. “I guess that’ll be okay.”

Marco smiled at his baby sister. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered around a yawn.

Marco reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

As he made his way back down the stairs, the front door opened. He almost tumbled down the steps when Kent entered with Bruno and a leashed Rufus in tow. He was about to ask about the dog when he noticed the bandages on Kent’s face. “What happened?”

Kent
handed Rufus off to Bruno. “Why don’t you find the kitchen and get Rufus a bowl of water?”

“Kent?” Marco continued down the stairs, his gut twisting in knots the closer he got to his lover.

Once Bruno was out of the room, Kent walked towards Marco and wrapped his arms around him. “We need to talk.”

Marco nodded. “What happened?”

Kent
gestured to the kitchen. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

“No, but you can buy me a beer. By your expression, I’m gonna guess I’ll need one.”

Once in the kitchen, Kent scratched Rufus behind the ears and took his leash off. “I bet Nicky’s already found the media room.”

Marco could tell Kent wanted to talk to him alone. “Yeah. It’s down the hall to your right, Bruno.”

Kent
opened the fridge and handed Bruno a couple of cans of Coke. “Nicky’s probably ready for one.”

Bruno glanced down at Rufus before addressing Marco. “I couldn’t find his food, did you bring it?”

“It’s in Angelo’s car,” Marco groaned.

“That’s okay. I can pick up some more in the morning. I’m sure I’ve got something he can eat,” Kent assured them.

Bruno nodded and left the room.

“Have a seat.” Kent pulled a package of steaks out of the freezer and slid them into the microwave to defrost.

“You’re not seriously going to feed a dog steak.” Hell, Marco couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten steak. The thought of giving the high-priced meat to a dog went against everything he believed in.

Kent
just shrugged and passed Marco a bottle of beer. “He saved my life tonight. He deserves to dine like a king.”

Marco’s breath hitched. “You’d better start talking before I freak the fuck out.”

Kent
pulled a stool in front of Marco’s and told him the events as they happened. “…so you see, if I’d been on that couch I’d be dead. But more importantly, if you hadn’t told Moody about Eddy coming by and the four of you were home…”

Kent
closed his eyes and pulled Marco in for a kiss. “I keep going over and over it in my mind.”

After the initial shock of hearing how close Kent was to getting shot, Marco’s lust began to get the better of him. He wasn’t sure if it was the need to reaffirm Kent was okay, or the thought that he’d come close to losing either the man he loved or his family. “I need you to fuck me.”

Kent
’s eyes went wide. “Wh…what?”

Marco stood and grabbed his crutches. “Where are the boys sleeping?”

Kent
still appeared shocked. “Well, I thought they might enjoy sleeping in the maid’s quarters over the garage. It’s set up like a small apartment.”

“You have a maid?” Marco was shocked.

“No, well, yes, but Lisa only comes twice a week. The house was built with a family in mind.”

“Okay, I’ll tell the boys to find it and head to bed in an hour.” Marco pressed his body against Kent. “Feed the dog, take him out to pee and meet me in your bedroom.”

Kent
appeared completely rattled by the exchange as Marco made his way towards the media room.

* * * *

By the time Rufus finally found a spot suitable to do his business, Kent was starting to get impatient. “Come on, boy.”

He locked up the house, turned off the lights and set the alarm before taking the steps two at a time. Taking the time to peek in Maria’s room, Kent was surprised to find the little girls eyes wide open. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“Did you talk to Eddy?”

Kent
walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. It didn’t surprise him Maria would refer to Eddy by name. Even in the short time he’d known the little girl, it was obvious Marco had been the only father-figure in her life. “No.”

This was entirely new territory for him. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to lie or tell the truth. One thing he was sure of was that he’d never put the sweet little girl in harm’s way. “Would you like to stay here for a while?”

“What about Marco?”

Kent
smiled. “You can all stay.”

Maria rolled to her side and clasped her hands under her cheek. “Why do you live in this big house all by yourself? Don’t you get lonely?”

Kent
swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yes, it’s very lonely sometimes. Which is why you guys would be doing me a big favour if you stayed.”

“Sometimes I spill stuff,” Maria admitted.

“That’s okay.”

“But your house looks brand new. Won’t you get mad?”

Kent
shook his head. “My house is older than you are. It only looks new because it’s never really been a home.” He playfully tugged on one of Maria’s curls. “I’d much rather have stains on the floor if it meant I wasn’t alone anymore.”

“Marco likes you. He told us.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Maria nodded.

Kent
bent down to whisper in her ear. “I’m in love with your brother.” He rose back up and put his finger over his lips. “Shhh, don’t tell him. It’ll be our secret.”

Maria giggled and pretended to lock her lips and throw away the key.

With a smile on his face, Kent stood and tucked the covers around Maria. “Would you feel better if Rufus slept with you?”

Maria’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“I’ll be right back.” Kent left the room and went to the top of the stairs and called for his furry saviour. “Rufus! Come here, boy.”

The big German Shepherd bounded up the stairs. Kent led the dog to Maria’s room where Rufus promptly jumped on the bed, licked the little girl and settled beside her.

Feeling better, Kent went to the master bedroom. He opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy fuck,” he whispered.

Marco was naked and spread-eagled in the centre of the bed. He stepped into the room and locked the door. As he undressed, he couldn’t help but stare at the perfect specimen of manhood draped seductively over Marco’s thigh.

Licking his lips, he checked the bedside drawer to make sure he still had condoms and came up with two. He held one up to the light to make sure they weren’t expired and grinned. He tossed the condoms and lube onto the bed and studied Marco’s bronzed body as his soon-to-be lover stared back at him.

“Fuck, even your feet are sexy.”

Marco chuckled as Kent took Marco’s big toe into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck. He knew if he wasn’t careful, he’d become a foot man like Angelo. Never before had he seen the appeal, but he definitely did now.

Kent
released the perfectly shaped toe and continued up Marco’s leg. When he reached the back of his lover’s knee, he playfully nipped at the skin, eliciting a moan from Marco.

Marco’s cock began to fill as he bent his leg and revealed himself fully to Kent’s questing tongue.

 
He groaned when Kent began sucking on his sac, taking first one nut and then the next into his mouth.

As Kent continued to pay homage to Marco’s balls, he stared up the length of his lover’s body. Marco’s cock had gone rock hard and the light from the bedside lamp made the piercings sparkle. Like he had earlier in the day, Kent wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by the hardware covered cock. It would have to wait until morning, because his dick needed to bury itself deep into Marco first.

“Play with your cock,” Kent told Marco as he moved lower on the bed. He pushed Marco’s good leg further out as he started to rim his lover’s pucker. Marco’s hole opened immediately for Kent’s tongue, which surprised him until he tasted the subtle flavour of soap. He grinned. Seemed his baby had prepared himself well.

The silky inner walls of Marco’s ass seemed to welcome Kent’s attention as they tightened around his tongue. He reached blindly for the bottle of lube, knowing he couldn’t hold off sinking his cock into the hot Latin body another minute.

He sat back on his heels and ripped open the condom package before sheathing himself. “Roll to your side, babe.”

Kent
knew it would be tricky working around Marco’s sore knee and the last thing he wanted was to bring his lover discomfort. He spooned his body behind Marco’s and began lubing the smaller man’s hole.

Marco reached down and hooked his good knee over his arm, giving Kent an open invitation.
Perfect.

He nestled the head of his cock between the spread cheeks of Marco’s ass and slowly entered his lover’s channel. “Oh, Christ!”

Immediately, Marco’s body seemed to suck Kent’s dick in to the root. Had he ever fit so perfectly inside another man’s body? He reached around Marco’s hip and ran his lube-slicked hand over the man’s decorated cock as he began a steady rhythm.

Kent
used his thumb to press against the piercings one by one. “That feel good, baby?”

Marco grunted in reply, hoisting his leg even higher. The added room to manoeuvre allowed Kent to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

Kent
’s thumb settled on the silver barbell directly under the crown of Marco’s cock. He continued to apply pressure to the sensitive area, longing for the day when he could twist his lover like a pretzel and bury himself as deep as his cock would allow.

After all the years of waiting and hoping for Marco in his bed, Kent knew the realisation was even better than the fantasy. Marco was his and always would be. He knew he wanted to see his name tattooed somewhere on Marco’s perfect body. Just the thought of branding his lover in such a way threatened to tip him over the edge. He applied more pressure to the piercing, yearning for his lover’s cum to cover his hand.

“Do it,” he growled in Marco’s ear.

Two deep thrusts later, Marco shot, covering not only Kent’s hand but his own stomach. Kent doubted he’d ever made anyone come so much. He was still flying high on the thought when he felt his own balls tighten and explode, filling the condom.

Kent
gave himself a few moments to enjoy the continued aftershocks before gripping the base of the condom and pulling out. As he tied off the rubber and tossed it into the trashcan beside the bed, Marco carefully set his leg down.

Too satisfied to get up, Kent reached for his T-shirt on the floor and cleaned them both. He snuggled against Marco’s back and whispered the words he’d waited years to say. “I love you.”