Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (9 page)

“What do you even mean?”
he moaned and put a hand on his forehead. How the fuck was he supposed to spend
more than twenty-four hours in this place without getting hard? His body was
already telling him to roll over on top of that tight stomach. “I’m just afraid
I’ll wake up with your… manhood poking me in the back.”

Domenico’s snort could
make anyone embarrassed. “‘Manhood’, really? And there I was thinking that
nancy of yours was so kinky.”

Seth’s body went rigid.
“E-excuse me?”

Domenico shrugged and
reached for the cigarettes lying on the tiny nightstand. “I think you know very
well what I’m talking about.”

Seth looked at his own
fingers, feeling like a boy caught stealing his dad’s whiskey.
Fuck.

Domenico’s face relaxed
into a wide smile. With a content sigh, he lit his cigarette and took a drag,
flexing the muscles of his abdomen.

“Does anyone else know?”
Seth hissed, wrapping his arms around his chest, now newly embarrassed with
Dom’s nakedness. The fucker knew but had kept the charade going for so long.
Dom had to be secretly laughing at him since the moment they met.

“How the fuck would I
know?”

“Never mind. Why do I
ask
you
of all people?” Seth grumbled to himself. Dom had to be aware
what effect he had on people. That explained why he was so calm when he was
caught in the church. He
knew
Seth wouldn’t tell on him. “Well, at least
you know I have a boyfriend.” Technically, he’d broken up with Peter, but
Domenico didn’t need to know that.

He blinked when Dom
lifted the comforter and slipped underneath. The touch of his naked body made
Seth feel as if a warm current rushed all the way through him. “Why would I
care?”

Seth parted his lips,
realizing that he’d made an ass out of himself. Of course Dom didn’t care. He
was teasing him. “I’m just saying,” he mumbled and turned his back on Dom, the
ferocious rhythm of his heart resonating in his ears. He tensed when the lamp
dimmed, with the lightbulb’s inner wire still glowing in the dark. On the wall,
he could see the soft glow from Domenico’s cigarette, which was now caressing
his nose with smoke.

Seth swallowed, afraid,
aroused, over-excited, as if he had drunk four espressos. His body was sending
him so many mixed signals, he was sure he wouldn’t sleep for hours. Even his
hands were getting sweaty, blood throbbing in the place where his finger used
to be. After a moment, Domenico moved, causing the mattress to dip, but then
his thigh brushed Seth’s ass through the jogging bottoms, bringing him close to
screaming.

“Is the comforter too
short?” It came out raspier than Seth would have wished.

“It’s far too small,”
muttered Domenico tiredly, but seconds later, his hand brushed over Seth’s waist,
eventually settling on his stomach. “The nights are quite cold already.”

Seth grabbed Dom’s wrist
and pushed it away, unsure of how to interpret what was happening. “The hell
you’re talking about? You’re like an oven.”

“I know, I can’t let you
freeze to death.”

Seth’s whole body
stilled in alarm when those strong, warm arms made their way around his chest,
followed by lips that pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. Despite his best
intentions, his body was on fire.

He had to take a few
deep breaths before he could speak again. “Are you out of your mind?” Sweat
already broke out all over his back, but he couldn’t move. He froze and felt
like an ice sculpture made out of fire.

“I’ve never been more
sane.” Domenico’s voice curled around Seth’s ear, swiftly chased by the warmest
and most agile tongue Seth ever felt in his life. Having Domenico’s hand trail
all the way down his crotch was surreal enough to wake Seth from his stupor.

“Take your filthy tongue
off me,” he whispered and grabbed Dom’s wrist, trying to pull it away, even
though it felt so good. He had to admit he had the hots for Domenico, but there
were so many reasons he shouldn’t go for it. All of Dom’s pheromones seemed to
embrace Seth’s body already.

In the blink of an eye,
Seth was immobilized by strong limbs. “Relax.”

“Hey! You have no
right!” Seth blinked in shock and tried to pull away. No one,
no one
had
ever treated him this way or even tried to. He couldn’t even comprehend how
this could be happening.

“Stay still.” Dom’s
whisper caressed the back of Seth’s head. He was lulling him, as if he were a
little baby who couldn’t fall asleep. Seth wasn’t sure what was worse—or
better—the hand sliding into his pants, or the scratch of Dom’s stubble against
his bare skin.

“I don’t wanna.” Seth
swallowed, finding it hard to breathe. It came out more like a squeal than an
assertive ‘no’. “I don’t want to,” he repeated in a normal voice. He kept
struggling with the hand on his crotch, unsure where Dom got all his strength
from. It had to be flat-packed in those muscles, because Dom did not look like
someone able to overpower Seth.

The hand on his cock
kept going, gently coaxing his penis to life. “Do you think I haven’t seen how
you look at me?”

“I didn’t! You think
you’re such hot stuff? Attractive to everyone?” Seth gripped the sheet with his
one free hand. It was about time to admit to himself he wasn’t fighting as hard
as he could be.

“I’m certainly
attractive to you,” whispered Domenico, breaking the barrier of clothes. His
fingers circled Seth’s cock, making him shiver with desire.

Physically, it was
undeniable. Seth was hard already. The tension was only getting him more
excited, like when he exceeded the speed limit on his motorbike in the rain.
“This is… I mean…” He cleared his throat. “We can’t do it. I wasn’t supposed to
tell you, but… we’re brothers.” He could almost hear the squeak of wheels
stopping on asphalt. Actually, no, the asphalt was all oily, and the bike
carried him even farther away, straight for the edge.

“It’s not as if our
incestuous gene pool can produce a baby.”

Seth stopped struggling,
lost in the answer. This was not the reaction he was going for. “I… You knew?”

For the first time,
Domenico’s snort wasn’t pure mockery. There was a touch of bitterness in it,
which threw Seth even farther away from his comfort zone. “I sometimes wish to
be ignorant," whispered Dom.

“I don’t understand,”
Seth moaned as his cock throbbed in Dom’s palm. He took a deep breath and
pushed back, throwing Dom off him, but after a short struggle, all he managed
was to roll over to his back with Dom on top of him. At least his ass wasn’t in
danger anymore, and he could look into Dom’s eyes, so fair in contrast to his
eyelashes in the weak light coming through the window. Domenico hung over him
like a predator still considering where to start its meal.

“You’re lucky you don’t
have to.”

“I lost my luck over two
weeks ago.” Seth scowled, watching Dom’s every move. All misfortunes coming his
way were because of his cursed last name. “You wanted to stab me while knowing
this?” He looked to the scar on his forearm, where the kitchen knife had gone
in when Seth shielded his face from the blade.

The gentleness of
Domenico’s lips was in stark contrast to the iron power of his grip. His laugh
was like something from beyond the grave. “That is precisely why I attacked
you.”

“Why did no one tell
me?” Seth gritted his teeth. Their position felt so uncomfortable for having
any kind of conversation that he wanted to scream. It was turning out that his
family was even more fucked up than he expected. He tensed up when Domenico
squeezed him even harder.

“Why would they tell a
sweet, innocent boy that his father has a bastard in town, huh?”

Seth tried to read
something from his clear, focused eyes. There was a tinge of bitterness in
Dom’s voice that Seth considered sweetening with kisses. “I’m sorry. I didn’t
know. I was only told recently.” He bit his lip, trying not to melt into the
touch.

“Doesn’t matter
anymore.” Domenico’s thumb grazed the sensitive head of Seth’s cock, sending
him into a frenzy. Seth watched the sexy beast above him lean down for a kiss,
and soft hair fell on his collarbones.

Opening his lips for Dom
came so naturally Seth couldn’t fight it, even though his cheeks were on fire.
Acerbi was hands down the sexiest man Seth had ever been with, blood ties or
not. And it was even hard to think about him as a brother when they’d been
raised apart and only met occasionally. The chemistry between them was making
the air stiff and hot, sending waves of excitement down Seth’s body. “But… with
a brother?” he whispered into Dom’s lips, already knowing he was too
weak-willed to resist. He put a hand on Dom’s shoulder for good measure and a
tiny bit of distance.

The moment Domenico
lapped at his lips, Seth was lost to a searing heat that pooled in his stomach,
ready to burst out through the cock Domenico was still massaging. Seth groaned,
already wanting more of those tobacco-tasting lips. His mother had always
warned him to avoid things that could cause addiction. ‘You try it once and
you’re doomed’, she used to say.

The expressive amber
eyes narrowed as Domenico looked at Seth. “Live like there’s no tomorrow,
because there might as well be none.”

Seth laughed nervously,
focused on the eyes glistening above him. “
YOLO
?” He let the hold on
Dom’s shoulder lessen. His mockery was an attempt to get a bit of control back,
but it didn’t seem to work.

Domenico frowned, and
even his hand on Seth’s cock stilled for a moment. “I what?”

Seth raised his
eyebrows. Did this guy live under a rock? “Never mind.”

The deep, passionate
kiss he received certainly did the job of silencing him. It did other things
too, and before Seth knew it, his leg went up Dom’s. And what a kiss it was.
Powerful, domineering, a contrast of a soft, wet mouth and stubbly cheeks. Seth
took a deep breath through his nose, only getting more of that intoxicating
scent. It made his head spin, and he slowly wrapped his arms around Dom. He
wasn’t yet sure what he wanted to do, but he sure as hell didn’t want to let
go.

When Dom rocked his hips
into his, Seth felt compelled to try to take over some of the initiative. He
pushed himself up against Dom’s body while penetrating his lips with his
tongue. The heat was burning him up, and Seth loved every second of getting to
know Dom’s mouth, his new best friend.

He trembled in
excitement when Domenico’s hand brought their cocks together, sliding his thumb
through the wetness on the tips. Seth used to look down on frottage, but God,
this felt good. His mind was fogged over his pleasure, and he intensified his
kisses, sliding his fingers into Dom’s hair. It was something he’d wanted to do
since he first laid eyes on him.

A slippery finger
sliding between Seth’s buttocks and straight into his anus had him writhing in
shock like an aggravated bull. His eyes flew open, and he tightened his grip in
Dom’s hair. “What the fuck?” he whimpered as his muscles clamped down on the
finger.

“It’s all right,”
murmured Dom, stroking his free hand down Seth’s chest.

“It’s not all right!
Pull your fucking finger out,” he hissed and put his hands on Dom’s shoulders,
trying to push him off. His stomach clenched in panic. Dom wanted to fuck him.
Of course he did. Seth wasn’t ready for this. He was a top. All he wanted was
to mess around and relieve some tension. “What the hell are you thinking?”

Domenico dove right in,
kissing the underside of his jaw with a groan. “You’re not virginal, are you?”

Seth let out a low,
guttural sound, frustrated to no end and embarrassed by his own inadequacy. “I
am, okay?” he snarled. “So stop this.”

Domenico rasped in the
darkness, stilling with the finger buried deep in Seth’s ass. His kisses became
gentler, more cautious, the touch of the other hand merely a whisper on Seth’s
chest. “All right.”

“No, it’s not all right.
Pull it out.” Against his better judgment, Seth clung to Dom, barely breathing.
He didn’t want it to happen this way. He’d never been fingered, too freaked out
by the idea. Domenico Acerbi was a wild beast. Seth had seen the way Dom fucked
that guy in the confessional. It was sexy to watch, but he never envisioned
himself on the bottom of that equation.

“Come on, don’t be like
that,” muttered Domenico against his lips. “You’ll like it. They all like it.”

Panic rose up Seth’s
throat, and even the soft brush of Dom’s hair couldn’t soothe him. “
You
don’t
be like that. I know what you’re thinking. You wanna just fuck me.” For a
moment, he closed his eyes to calm down.

He tensed when Domenico
slipped his hand under Seth’s nape, cradling him closer, and Seth shivered at
the realization that Dom was smelling him. “Don’t worry, virgins do deserve
special treatment. Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid of you.
And you don’t have to treat me like a Sicilian bride,” he spat, but the
trembling of his fingers reminded him that actually, he was afraid. “And stop
mocking me.”

“You
are
trembling like a Sicilian bride though,” whispered Domenico, lapping at the
side of Seth’s neck. He was shivering himself. “Your flesh is so sweet.”