Chapter 23: Natural-born dick sucker

Third POV

Early the next morning, Marco, Tony, and James sat quietly in the living room. They had just listened to Marco explain his situation.

Tony and James stared at him with deep worry, but Marco looked completely careless, even managing a small, easy smile.

Tony finally broke the heavy silence. "Have you considered fleeing the country? Or changing your identity, or maybe—"

Marco sighed, leaning his head back against the sofa. "It’s all useless."

"If you need to move out, you can stay at my place," James offered softly.

"My place is bigger. You can stay as long as you want," Tony interjected, rolling his eyes at James.

James simply smiled in response, making Tony look away quickly.

"There’s no need," Marco said, getting to his feet. "If I move, it’ll have to be somewhere far away. Another city, maybe."

Tony frowned and immediately followed him into the kitchen. "What am I supposed to do without you? I’m coming with you."

Marco laughed. "Are you secretly obsessed with me?"

"Obsessed, my ass," Tony scoffed. "Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"

Marco stopped mid-pour, the water pitcher hovering over his glass. He set it down, turned around, and stepped into Tony’s personal space until their faces were barely inches apart.

"Take a good look. This face is worth a million dollars," he whispered before planting a quick, loud kiss on Tony’s temple.

Tony’s face twisted in disgust as he shoved him away. "I’m gonna puke."

Marco burst out laughing and headed back to the sofa with his glass.

James, however, remained deep in thought, his brow furrowed. Marco placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. "You’re worrying way too much, man. Nothing’s going to happen."

James nodded, though he still looked completely unconvinced. "Do you want me to move in with you?" he asked Marco quietly.

Marco chuckled. "You haven’t even taken me on a date yet, and you already want to move in? That’s way too fast."

James laughed softly and let the matter drop, though he could help but comment, "I don’t compare to Fabio in the slightest, so how could I dare ask you out?" He stood up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Marco got up too, intending to leave, but felt his shirt caught tightly from behind. ℯ

"What’s actually going on between you and Fabio?" Tony asked, pulling him back down onto the sofa. "I may have been drunk last night, but my memory is still intact."

Marco rolled his eyes. "Well, as you guessed, we fucked. And that was it."

Tony narrowed his eyes. "There’s more. Spill. What happened after you fucked?"

Marco tried to get up again, but Tony held him down with a firm forearm against his chest.

"Nothing! Jeez, you’re acting like my father."

Tony didn’t budge. "Then who was the guy who dropped you off in a Porsche? And don’t give me that ’he’s just a friend’ bullshit. I know all your friends."

"No, you don’t."

"Yes, I do."

"Name them all, and then I’ll tell you."

They continued bickering back and forth until the bathroom door opened and James stepped out. He was wearing nothing but a low-slung towel around his waist, holding an empty shampoo bottle.

"Marco, there’s no shampoo."

Marco and Tony turned toward him at the same time. Marco remained completely unfazed by the sight, but Tony panicked instantly, literally slipping off the sofa and hitting the floor. He scrambled back to his feet, awkwardly pushing his hair back while desperately avoiding eye contact with James.

"I’ll get some from the shop right away," Marco hastily said.

Before either of them could say another word, Marco bolted straight out the front door.

With only the two of them left in the living room, the silence grew noticeably thicker. Tony cleared his throat nervously and sat back down on the sofa.

Behind him, James watched with an amused smirk. He dropped the empty shampoo bottle onto the floor and strolled over.

Tony immediately looked up, his eyes widening as James drew near. "What are you doing?" he asked uneasily.

James didn’t answer. He simply reached down, lifted Tony off the sofa with ease, and carried him straight toward the bathroom.

"Let’s take a shower together."

He set Tony down inside, but before Tony could make a move to leave, James pinned him gently against the tiled wall.

"This is not a good idea," Tony whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

"Why not? Marco won’t be back anytime soon I’m sure, and Elia already left for school," James murmured right against his ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down Tony’s spine.

Tony swallowed hard. Before he could form a response, James turned on the shower and leaned down, fully capturing his lips.

Like an addict craving a fix, Tony instantly gave in to the temptation. Truthfully, it did not even take temptation; just the lift of James’s pinkie finger could make Tony lose all rationality. He wrapped his arms tightly around James’s neck, pulling him closer as if there was not already zero distance between them.

"This is such a bad idea," Tony breathed frantically between deep, breathless kisses.

"Do you want... me to stop?" James asked, his voice strained because Tony was not giving his lips a single second of rest.

"If I say yes, will you?"

James gripped Tony’s ass tightly, pulling their bodies together and grinding their hips so they could feel each other’s mounting hardness through the thin fabric.

"Not in a hundred years," James whimpered.

Tony smiled against his mouth before dropping his lips down to James’s neck, peppering hot, biting kisses down his throat that were guaranteed to leave dark marks. Neither of them cared.

Slowly, Tony dropped down to his knees on the bathroom tile, bringing himself eye-to-eye with James’s throbbing length. It was slick with water, the thick veins running down it making Tony gulp and let out a shaky exhale.

He looked up at James, whose heavy gaze was locked on him. "I wanna suck your soul out through your dick. Will you let me?"

James bit the side of his lower lip with a smile, giving a sharp nod. "I’m seconds away from shoving it down your throat if you don’t take it in."

Tony smirked and wrapped his hand around James’s cock, eliciting a deep, quiet groan from the taller man- a sound so filthy it nearly drove Tony out of his mind.

The next second, Tony took James’s entire length straight into his mouth, letting it hit the back of his throat.

"Fuck!" James grunted, throwing his head back against the tiles.

Tony set a steady pace, moving up and down, taking him as deep as he could manage every single time. The sounds coming from James- the low grunts, the quiet curses, the ragged moans- only fueled Tony’s desire to make him snap. He wanted to swallow every drop of his release, look up, and show James what a good boy he could be.

As the friction grew more intense, James’s breathing hitched and turned ragged. It was not long before he was calling out Tony’s name, completely unspooling as he spilled over Tony’s tongue.

Tony swallowed all of it without hesitation before wiping his mouth and looking up into James’s dazed eyes. "How was I?"

James exhaled sharply, his chest heaving up and down as he looked down at him. "You’re a natural-born dick sucker."

***

A few blocks away from the sinful house was another ’almost sinful’ place: Orso’s apartment.

Elia, who was supposed to be in school, stood directly behind Orso as the older man made breakfast. Elia’s shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and he was leaning in close to Orso’s back.

"Still not done?" Elia murmured, his breath brushing deliberately against Orso’s ear.

"Mm," Orso hummed, completely unaffected.

Elia studied him from behind- tracing his eyes from the shell of Orso’s ear down to his neck, his broad back, and finally down to his ass. His eyes lit up with sudden mischief, and the subtle twitch of his fingers made his intentions crystal clear.

Stepping closer, Elia reached out and gently cupped Orso’s butt. "Your ass is so plump." He gave it a soft squeeze.

"Stop it," Orso warned, his voice as calm as always. He turned around to face him.

"I haven’t even done anything yet," Elia purred.

The smile blooming on Elia’s face could rival the warmth of the moon. It was nothing like the sarcastic, annoyed smirk he always wore around Marco.

Orso observed the boy in silence for a few long seconds before turning his attention back to the stove.

"Orso," Elia called out, moving to stand right beside him.

"Mm."

"Do you think we’ll ever have a normal life?" Elia asked, his smile softening as he looked at Orso’s side profile.

Orso cast a brief side glance at him. "I’ll keep you and your brother safe."

Elia, still smiling, pressed further. "For how long? Soon enough, they’ll reach us. We all know that if they get serious about taking us back, there’s nothing we can do."

Orso dropped the spoon onto the counter and turned to face Elia fully. "I won’t let them."

Elia did not lose his smile, but the warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a deep, hollow emptiness.

"Don’t die trying to protect us," Elia murmured softly. He reached over, picked up the spoon, and began stirring the soup. "I think it’s cooked. Let’s eat quick, or I’m going to be late for class."

Elia picked up the plates, and the very instant he turned his back, his smile dropped, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell of pretense.