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

“I... No!” He tried to
wake up from the burst of infatuation, but he knew it was half-assed.

Domenico nuzzled his
nape, making his knees soft, but eventually withdrew. “Get ready, we’re going
on a date.”

“Yeah, right. You, me,
and ‘date’ don’t go together.” Seth tried for it to sound tough, but was too
focused on concealing any signs of arousal.

Domenico snorted. “We’re
going out to the museum and a restaurant. And we fuck. Of course it is a date.”

“No it’s not. Just two
guys... hanging out.” Seth rolled his eyes and went over to his bag. He didn’t
want to look like a hobo, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing for three
days now. The idea of Domenico even wanting to date confused the hell out of
him.

“So we’re queer
fuckbuddies.”

“We’re not ‘buddies’!”
Seth growled back at him, taking off his shirt. “It’s cold outside, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Dress nicely, so
that I’m not ashamed of you. I’m a semiregular at that restaurant.”

“The fuck?” Seth shook
his head and quickly changed into a fresh pair of jeans. “Like I care.”

“Shouldn’t you?”
Domenico ran his hands down his own sides. “I look great.”

“You are so full of
yourself.” Seth couldn’t help but laugh, but took another look into his bag. He
pulled out the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fitted shirt he hoped Domenico would
hate and judge him badly for. It was a black button-up, with a motorbike
embroidered on the pocket and two skulls on the collar.

Domenico crooked his
head, slowly tracing Seth’s whole body with his gaze. Well, it didn’t look like
Seth had succeeded in choosing a horrible outfit.

“Should I hang myself on
a hook? Cause I feel like a piece of meat.” Seth pulled out his leather jacket.

“No, a bed would be a
more appropriate display, but we’ll get to that later.” Domenico stuck his
hands down his trouser pockets. His eyes had this strange glow as they scanned
Seth from head to toe. It was both unnerving and sending shocks of arousal to
Seth’s balls. The attentive gaze didn’t leave Seth’s chest even when he was
putting on his jacket.

“You wish.” He stood up
straight, to emphasize he was slightly taller. “Ready.”

Domenico wrapped a
woolen scarf around his neck and donned the fitted black coat. He looked like a
D&G ad come to life.

“We’re like...” Seth
couldn’t help a smile. “We just don’t match, do we?”

Domenico shrugged,
opening the door for him. “Brothers never do.”

“Eww!” Seth scowled and
put his hands over his ears. “Okay, we can go. I went
so
soft right
now.”

“Which tells me you were
hard just seconds before.” Domenico wiggled his eyebrows, letting Seth go
through the door first.

“Ah, fuck you.”

Chapter 8

Domenico looked over the
table at Seth’s sensuous mouth, which glistened with pesto as he ate his pasta.
The afternoon had been nice so far, even with Seth’s attempts to shut him out.
They’d spent two hours at the museum, and Dom was surprised by how much Seth
liked the oriental art exhibition.

“I like the lemon aroma
in the sauce,” Seth said without looking up at him. The shirt was hugging his
big frame the way Dom wished he could. If Seth wouldn’t resist so much, he
could take his time exploring all those bulky muscles, outline them all with
his tongue, taste fresh sweat and his own come.

Domenico bit his lip and
took another piece of the fried rabbit. He already planned to take a lemon tart
for dessert.

“And there’s chili
peppers ground into the pasta, you see? That’s why it’s red.” Seth tipped his
plate a bit, to show it to Domenico, still not looking up.

Domenico looked at him,
startled. He’d never had much interest in cooking as a process and had always
assumed it was tomatoes that gave red pasta its color. “Are you serious?”

“Mhm. You can get it
green with spinach and black with squid ink. You wanna try?” Seth didn’t lean
in with a fork, ready to feed Dom, but just pushed his plate closer to Dom.
That was it. The grand finale of the most awkward attempt at conversation ever
recorded. Domenico couldn't hold back a laugh. Even oozing inadequacy, Seth was
so handsome with his dark skin and pitch-black hair. Domenico would love to
fuck him right here, in the restroom. Would Seth resist again later tonight? It
was clear he enjoyed being topped, even if he kept resisting.

“Feed me.”

Seth rolled his eyes.
“I've done enough of that for today.”

Domenico chuckled and
stared at him in a silent challenge. “Are you chickening out?”

“Idiot.” Seth furrowed
his eyebrows and swirled some pasta onto his fork with his mouth pressed
tightly shut. He moved closer and held out the fork to Dom, even keeping a hand
under the pasta. Domenico smirked. Seth behaved like a moody wife.

He leaned in, opening
his mouth to take the forkful in. The restaurant consisted of a number of small
rooms, and they were alone in theirs so he didn’t have to care about anyone’s
reaction.

“Very spicy, right?”
Seth quickly moved away, as if embarrassed by his own actions, and delved into
his dish for another forkful. Domenico smiled, delighted by the blush on those
pronounced cheekbones. If Seth would only swallow Domenico’s come the way he
devoured the pasta...

Domenico sighed, watching
the other man’s mouth while munching on the spicy food.

“So you take me out on a
date and you’re like Mr. Boring?” Seth raised his eyebrows. “Tell me something
interesting.”

Domenico grinned at him.
“I was thinking about fucking so I thought you wouldn’t want to hear about that
on our first date.”

“Uh, you’re useless.”
Seth sighed, giving him a frown. “Maybe I’ll start. I don’t know what I’m doing
here.”

Domenico looked around.
The room had a theatrical quality to it, walls and ceiling covered with plaster
to imitate the inside of a grotto. “We’re dining.”

“No! I mean... Where is
my life going?”

Oh. That had to be the
wine starting to talk, and Dom wasn’t sure he wanted to listen. He sighed,
giving Seth a long once-over. Come to think of it, Seth had drunk the larger
part of the wine bottle they’d bought.

“You are going to lead
the Villani family.” It was hard not to smile at that image. When Seth would
take his place as head of the organization, Domenico would have to be loyal to
him, but they would still remember how tightly Seth’s ass clenched on his cock.
Domenico drifted off on that thought for a moment, before he focused back on
Seth’s words.

“...and I thought I’ll
just get into it, but I changed courses all the time. Couldn’t make up my
mind.” Seth took another sip from his glass.

“Courses?” Dom was
confused. He should have been paying more attention to someone whose throat he
wanted to fuck.

“I did some credits in
international politics, television history, geography, I even did a mountain
climbing thing. I thought I could be like an instructor or something.”

Oh, he was talking about
the university. Domenico could go with that. “What was your major again?”

“Communication studies,
but there were loads of modules I could choose from. I didn’t get to finish it
anyway.” Seth poured himself a generous glassful of wine.

“That’s a shame.”
Domenico shook his head and bit his lip with envy. Seth was wasting the
opportunities his position gave him. The spoilt prick.

“But I’m kinda thinking,
you know, it wasn’t meant to be. Might as well take what life throws at me,
right?”

Domenico shook his head,
stuffing his mouth with a piece of potato. “You’ve got to do what you’ve got to
do. I never finished high school,” he confessed. He wasn’t ashamed of it, not
really. He was pretty sure he would beat most graduates in any kind of test,
but that didn’t mean he was happy about not having his skills confirmed
somehow.

“Is that why you
chose... you know...?” Seth trailed off, talking about being an assassin as if
it was some part-time job. It was quite endearing.

“The opposite,
actually.” He shrugged. “I didn’t finish because your father decided I was
ready to do some independent work.”
Or, killing.

“Like a freelancer...”
Seth finished the glass, avoiding Dom's eyes and tapping his fingers against
the table.

Domenico bit his lip and
placed his silverware on the side of his plate to signify he was finished. “No,
more like working on a contract without a fixed number of hours.”

“If you could choose
anything, what would you do?”

Domenico smiled. He
couldn’t help himself. If he had all the resources Seth had, what would he do?
If he could study, which subject would it be? Something that could help him
with work, or just something he was interested in? “I would be self-employed.” That,
he knew for sure.

“Oh yeah?” Seth laughed.
“Would you sell vacuums? I can just see that. Charming up housewives when you
go door-to-door.”

“Are you saying you find
me handsome?”

“N-no! Why do you have
to sieve out that bit! Maybe you’re handsome to cougars." Seth snorted and
asked the waiter for a Bloody Mary.

Domenico used the
opportunity to order a lemon tart. A big one. He made sure she understood.

“I’m not into old men.”
Domenico frowned, adjusting the way he sat in the chair as they returned to the
earlier conversation. “I want to do something exciting, something that would
allow me to travel.”

“Why don’t you quit?”
Seth shrugged, pushing away his unfinished pasta.

Domenico gaped at him.
Was he really that clueless? “What?”

“Oh I get it, I suppose
you get to travel this way a lot...” Seth looked uncomfortable. Flushed,
constantly stirring in his seat. Domenico had no idea if the future Don knew
what he was talking about or not.

“Seth, I gave an oath. I
can’t just resign from the job. It isn’t a supermarket,” said Domenico. Seth
was handsome, but an idiot nevertheless. Big fucking baby.

“Oh.” Seth desperately
looked out for the waiter. “Too bad, I suppose.”

Domenico’s stomach
tightened with anger. “Are you fucking serious?”

“What?” Seth swallowed.

“Too fucking bad, yeah,”
snarled Domenico, picking up his wine and downing it in one go.

“Well, how the hell do I
know? You seem to be... at ease with your life!”

They fell silent when
the waitress entered to leave them the food and drinks, only to continue when
she left.

“I
am
at ease
with my life.” Domenico frowned, locking his eyes on the lemon tart, now more
inviting than ever, so he picked up the dessert fork and dug in. “But that
doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice to have a choice.”

“Oh boo hoo. At least you
have something you’re good at.” Seth rolled his eyes.

Fucking brat.
“Yeah, like tearing out someone’s fingernails.” Domenico
shook his head. “Do you even listen to yourself?”

Seth went silent and
slouched over his Bloody Mary. Domenico noticed he curled his fingers into
fists and pulled them closer to his body.

Domenico shoved a huge
bite of the tart in his mouth, chewing it without much pleasure. Seth had
spoiled his dessert.

And it was getting even
worse, with Seth sitting there in silence like a frightened rabbit, sipping his
drink, one hand still hidden under the table. And this was the future Don?
Laughable! With Vincente being reckless enough for the current Don to even
consider making Seth his heir, Domenico was the perfect option. He was calm, intelligent,
and good at the job. But he wasn’t even taken into account. Because he wasn’t
born to the woman the Don had married. How was that fair?

“And you?” He sighed,
playing with the crumbling tart on his plate. “What would you do?”

“I don’t know. I’m not
good at much.” It sounded more like ‘I don’t want to talk to you’. Domenico
didn’t want to give him the courtesy.

“Cooking,” offered
Domenico, so as not to suggest prostitution as a valid career option for
someone with an ass like Seth.

“Yeah, I like cooking,”
he muttered, looking like a house of cards on the verge of collapsing.

Domenico bit his lip.
“Did you try asking your father to change his decision? Maybe it would work?”

“Whatever. It doesn’t
matter. We’re both stuck, okay? You wanna show me some Berlin clubs or
something?” Seth downed his drink, eyes focused on the tablecloth.

Domenico smiled,
relaxing a bit. “What kind of clubs?”

“You know what kind of
clubs.”

“I know you want a gay
club, but what kind of gay club do you want?” Domenico was amused. The kid had
lived in New York for the last three years, for God’s sake!

“I just wanna go out
somewhere good. You said you’ve been around. Just don’t make it something
freaky, and I’m good.”

“Classy? Fun? Sexy?”
Domenico finished his cake.

“Sexy.” The idiot was
still clenching his fists to his body.

Oh no, the legit son
wasn’t screwing anyone on Domenico’s watch.

“Sure,” he said outloud,
pulling out his wallet and throwing a one hundred Euro bill on the table.

“And big. Big, sexy
club, with lots of drinks and hot guys.” Seth stood up without even asking
about the bill. Dom didn't mind since it was he who had invited Seth in the
first place. His mom had taught him to pay for his dates.

“There’s one fifteen
minutes from here.” Domenico got up as well and made his way into the corridor.

The club was just as
Domenico had described it. Located in a former factory building, it had a huge
dancing area, a chill out zone, and a darkroom in the basement. Seth’s eyes
darted toward Domenico who was leaning against the wall with a Coke in his
hand, much like the pregnant woman sitting nearby. It was freaky that he
refused to order any alcohol in a place like this.

Seth on the other hand
was on the best way to being full of alcohol, like a properly made
zabaglione
, and he couldn’t wait to get there. At least being here meant he didn’t have
to be stuck in the same room with Domenico. He shuddered at the memory of their
conversation in the restaurant. Every time he looked back at that handsome
face, all he could think of was blood. Lots of blood everywhere. And the worst
thing was that there was no one in this fucking club who looked better than
that bastard. Domenico always appeared as if he had stepped out of a fashion
magazine spread, but now, in the navy-colored suit, which just
had
to be
made to measure, because that’s how well it fit, he was more than just a feast
to the eyes. If he weren't such a prick, Seth would have loved to fuck him into
the mattress, smelling his deliciously smooth hair and caressing the warm flesh.