Chapter 4: Danil

Opening my eyes, I try to keep my breathing neutral so I don't disturb Dom. At some point in the night, we moved around. I'm now lying on my side facing the wall and Dom is flush against my back, an arm slung over me, holding me in place. Dom and I have had a few sleepovers now, and most of the time we've ended up naked and in this position. But this morning, something feels different.

I'm not sure if it's because last night we finally took our relationship to the next level, or the fact that, after some minor grumbling from me, we established that we're boyfriends. The thought makes me bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. Boyfriends. It makes us sound like some kind of high schoolers, not grown men in our twenties.

Deciding to just enjoy the moment, I try to snuggle back into Dom without waking him, but as I wiggle my ass backwards, I make contact with a very stiff cock. Even though I know I shouldn't, because I wanted Dom to keep sleeping, I wiggle my ass.

"Do you mind?" comes the sound of a not so sleepy voice.

"Shit, did that wake you?"

"Not really. I've been awake for a while," Dom says as he pulls me closer. "You seemed to be sound asleep, so I didn't want to wake you."

"This is quite the wake-up call," I mention as I wiggle my ass again.

I feel Dom kiss me in the middle of my shoulder blades. Something he has never done before. Normally we just wake up, get each other off, and get up. This feels kinda … more.

"What can I say, I'm pleased to see you?" Dom replies, pushing his dick forward, before quickly pulling it away. "Shit, sorry, are you vers or..."

Laughing, I move around in Dom's arms so that I'm facing him, my own hard dick rubbing up against his. "I'm not really vers. I'm definitely more of a giver than a taker," I tell him honestly. "I will if you ever want to try it, though. I would happily take you."

Dom stares at me for a moment, taking in my words. "I think I might like to try, but honestly, last night was the best sexual experience I've ever had. I have a feeling I might prefer receiving more than giving. But I'm only comparing last night's sex to sex I've had with women. Last night was a whole different ball game."

"Ball game? I don't remember any balls being played with. Is that something you like?"

"Oh my God," Dom chuckles before he pushes me onto my back, throws back the bedspread and straddles my hips, causing both our dicks to rub together, and a moan escapes my lips. "Fuck it's sexy when you make that sound," Dom groans.

Dom wraps his hands around our dicks, squeezing gently before beginning to move up and down. The feel of both our dicks side by side, encompassed in Dom's hands, is so good that I can already feel the orgasm building. Then Dom lets us go.

"I think I want some breakfast," Dom states, looking down at me.

Fuck, now? He wants to stop now and get something to eat? Well, he's going to have to fucking wait, I need to come. Reaching over, I try to take hold of my dick, but Dom swats my hand away.

"I said, I wanted breakfast." But the way he says it already has my blood rushing south.

Dom moves, and I can feel that he is now lower down my body. Deciding to just go with whatever plan Dom has, I close my eyes. A kiss is planted in the center of my chest, then one a little further down, he keeps going lower, and I finally know what he means when he says that he wants breakfast.

Dom places a kiss at the top of my dick, then runs his tongue up my shaft, before swallowing it in one go. Since the first time Dom did this, I have been impressed with his lack of a gag reflex, especially when I can feel myself hitting the back of his throat. Dom doesn't do anything for a moment, and I just relish the feel of his mouth wrapped around me.

Slowly, Dom moves back up my dick and swirls his tongue around the head. He lets my dick fall from his mouth and I'm about to complain when I feel his breath blowing against my dick. Catching the sweetness he just left with his tongue, goosebumps raise up all over my flesh.

"Fuck!" I yell out. The sensation of cold breath on wet skin is painfully erotic.

"I take that as a good sign," Dom states, looking up at me through his eyelashes, a wicked grin on his face and all I can do is nod in agreement.

Dom takes my dick into his mouth again and begins to travel down me. When I'm fully seated in his mouth, his nose is in the crook of my groin when I hear him inhale deeply. Fuck, he is breathing in my scent, well in truth its our scent. The washcloth was only to make us more comfortable last night, and fuck, it was hot.

Dom starts to really move then. His mouth sliding up and down my dick, his tongue playing with my sensitive head. My orgasm starts building again, my balls tingling with the ministrations of Dom's mouth, and just when I think this can't get any better, Dom takes hold of my balls and gently massages them.

This is the final straw. My whole body arches off the bed as my orgasm floods out of me, and I'm shooting down Dom's throat before I can warn him that it's going to happen. But Dom doesn't care. He just keeps milking me, till there is nothing left, before finally letting my spent cock fall from his mouth.

"Fuck you are good with your mouth," I say to him as I watch him travel up my body, a smile spreading across his lips at my words.

"Glad you approve," Dom replies before sealing his mouth over mine, his tongue invading my mouth, the taste of me still lingering as our tongues twist and turn together.

Breaking the kiss, Dom flops down next to me, breathing hard, but his dick is limp. Fuck. I should have returned the favor. Maybe I can get him going again. Moving closer to him I run my hand up his thigh, letting him know where I'm heading. Its only fair that if I came, he does too.

"No point going there," Dom states.

"Got to return the orgasm," I state simply.

"Oh, you did."

What? I didn't do anything. How the hell can he say that I helped him have an orgasm. I can feel my brow creasing with confusion, and I know that I need him to explain how.

"I need you to explain that statement."

Dom chuckles, that fucking adorable cheeky grin spreading across his face again. "Lets just say that I think you might need to wash the bedspread."

Looking down at the bottom of the bed, at the spot where Dom had been only a few minutes before, I can see the wet spot. That wasn't there before.

"Oh." Because I'm not sure what else to say.

"Sorry, its just the sound you made when you came, pushed me over the edge too. It's a fucking sexy sound."

"You came, just from hearing me?" Because really that's impressive.

"Not exactly, my own hand was involved. Just the sight of you naked, the goosebumps, I couldn't stop myself."

"You never made a sound?"

"Well, my mouth was full, and I was always told never to talk with my mouth full."

The pair of us burst out laughing, and this warm feeling washes over me. This, this right here is perfect. This is easy. This is good. Dom is good.

"I'm going to have to get going soon. I really need to get home," Dom states once our laughter has subsided. "Don't you have work today too?"

"I took an extra day off. I wasn't sure how tired I was going to be," I explain honestly. I had hoped that maybe my legs would have needed the extra day to recover from all the hiking and tent activities...so it might not have happened in a tent, but I'm glad that it happened today.

"You really did want to get laid this weekend," comes Dom's smart ass reply.

"Well..." But I don't say anything more. Instead, I get out of bed saying, "Go have a shower and I'll make you some coffee."

I can feel Dom's eyes tracking me as I walk around the edge of the bed. "Aren't you going to put some clothes on?" he asks.

"Nope." And just for good measure, I shake my very naked ass at him and hear him chuckling as I open the bedroom door and make my way over to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Dom is leaving the bedroom, just as naked as me, and when I raise an eyebrow in question he just replies, "If you can't beat them, join them."

I chuckle to myself, pulling two mugs out of the cupboard and filling the kettle with water as I hear the shower turning on in the bathroom. I grab the instant coffee for Dom, which I started stocking when we started having sleepovers – how he is able to drink it I have no idea – and a tea bag for me.

Leaning against the counter, I think about the free day I have ahead of me, and realize that today would be a perfect day to see Papa. As long as he can get away from work, it can be just us.

Walking back into the bedroom, I find my discarded pants from last night and dig out my cell, thankfully still with some battery power. Sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure to avoid the wet patch left by Dom, I open up my message thread with Papa.

gt;Hi Papa. Was wondering if you were free this afternoon to meet up?

Once sent, I place my cell next to me. Papa can sometimes take a while to get back to me depending on what he's doing, so when my cell beeps a few minutes later I'm surprised to see Papa's name when I pick it up.

gt;I would like that. Can you do our normal coffee shop?

I'm not surprised that Papa suggested this place. Whenever we meet up during the week we tend to go there. It's a coffee shop that isn't far from the flower shop that Lorenzo owns. It actually seems quite fitting. It's the same coffee shop that Papa came out to me in. Hopefully he won't be as surprised as I was that day. Learning that your Papa is gay and had to hide that side of himself due to fear of getting killed was mind blowing. Yet, when I finally accepted who I was, I couldn't tell him or my mom.

I was never scared of telling them. I knew that they were going to love me regardless of who I fell in love with. I've never really been able to explain why I haven't told them, especially when I consider the support they would have given me, But there's a very small voice in the back of my mind that tells me that's the reason. I wanted to navigate this side of me on my own. But now the time is right to tell Papa, so I quickly type out a reply.

gt;That would be perfect. What time can you do?

I learned a while ago that when I'm arranging to meet up with Papa, it's best for him to give me a time that works for him.

gt;Can you do two?

gt;Yeah. See you then.

Just as I'm placing my cell back onto the counter, I hear the shower turning off in the bathroom. I click on the electric kettle, wait for it to boil, then pour it into the mugs. I'm just stirring Dom's coffee when I hear the bathroom door open. Turning around, I watch as Dom comes walking out, bathed in a cloud of steam, and I don't want to admit how disappointed I am to see that he is fully dressed. I much preferred him walking around naked.

"You're still not dressed?" Dom asks, as he comes over to me and takes the mug I offer him out of my hands.

"Nope."

"Not that I'm complaining, of course," Dom says while looking up and down my body and licking his lips.

"Sure I can't get you to stay longer?" I reply, looking him up and down too. Even dressed in blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, Dom is sexy as fuck.

"You're a tempting sight, believe me. If I was working at Mom and Dads place today, I would one hundred percent stay, but I said I would help Gio out, and getting the gossip on Matteo is slightly more enticing today."

"Gossip on Matteo trumps this?" I ask, and point up and down my body.

"Yep." But Dom can't hide the smile on his face. "In all seriousness, even without Matteo's revelation last night, I can't let Gio down, and the extra money comes in handy."

"Fair enough," I say, and silence descends over us as we both sip our hot drinks. I don't think either of us wants the morning to end, but also know it has to. "How are you feeling this morning? Are you sore?" I ask him.

Dom comes over to me, places his mug on the countertop next to me, takes my cup out of my hand and puts it next to his, before grabbing my hands and wrapping them around his body, placing them on his ass cheeks.

"I'm good," Dom says. "Maybe a little tender, but not in a bad way. You'll definitely be thought of often."

"Good. Does that mean you might be able to have a sleepover again tonight?" I know that he needs to rest, but the thought of being able to slide my dick into him is just too exciting.

"I would love to say yes, but with being away all weekend and then last night, I need to stay home. Plus, I think my ass needs a little time to recover."

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying," I respond, as I lean in to give him a kiss.

"I really need to get going," Dom says as he breaks the kiss and leans back. "And if you keep doing that, I'll have a very noticeable bulge in my pants, and I dont want to scare the neighbors."

"Fine," I say, and gently push Dom back. "You need to get going, otherwise I can't be held responsible for my actions."

Dom laughs and leans in for another kiss. "Thanks for last night. I'll text you later. And for gods-sake, don't see me out looking like that. I can let myself out."

"Bye," I say to him, laughing at his words.

Dom finally breaks out of my hold and heads to the apartment door. I stay in my place and just watch him leave, his ass looking divine in his jeans. The second the apartment door closes, my place feels kinda empty. Dom filled it in a way no one else has, but I don't want to dwell on that feeling. Thanks to Dom, I have to strip my bed, at least the bedspread. I need to get it washed, which means getting dressed.

A few hours later, everything is washed, dried, and back on the bed. I make a mental note that if Dom is going to stay over more often, Im going to need spare bedding. At least that would save me having to go more often to the communal washing machines and dryers in the basement of the building and having to make small talk with the neighbors.

After seeing how sexy Dom looked this morning in his blue jeans and gray t-shirt, I decided to copy him for my meetup with Papa. Plus, it looks like a nice day outside, and even though it will probably take me ages, I decide to walk to the coffee shop. Walking also saves me the cab fare, but I mentally cross my fingers that Papa can bring me home.

I was right, it's a gorgeous sunny day outside. The sky is that beautiful sea blue, dotted with little cotton wool clouds. The streets, as always, are busy, but at this time of year it's always the same. New York is a mecca for tourists. You can always tell the tourists from the native New Yorkers. You can often find a tourist complaining about how busy it is, and a true New Yorker knows this is just a normal day.

Suddenly, I'm hit with a weird feeling that I'm being watched. I pause in the street, ignoring the complaints of the people who are too busy to notice me stop, causing them to walk into me, and look around. I don't see anyone that I know, or anyone who looks overly suspicious. Shaking my head, I dismiss the thought as quickly as it entered my mind. Why the hell would someone be following me? I'm no one important, and even though my Papa's past was shady as hell, he made sure that Anya and I were always safe. No one is going to risk coming after us, plus that life is behind him now.

Deciding that my mind is playing tricks on me because I'm nervous about talking to Papa, I shake my head, take a deep breath and clear my mind, and start walking again. Walking in the city is not something I do very often and it's wonderful, I love people watching as I go.

All too soon, I'm turning onto the street where the coffee shop is, and I spot that they have added some outdoor seating since the last time we were here. I check my watch and see that I've made good time and have arrived about ten minutes early. I doubt that Papa will be there, he has a tendency to arrive right on time, but I still check inside the coffee shop just in case.

I'm about to walk into the shop to find a seat when one of the tables outside becomes free. I jump into one of the chairs at the table before someone else can. The waitress comes over, clears the dirty dishes and wipes down the table before asking if I want a menu. I explain I'm waiting for another member of my party, but order an iced tea for myself and a black coffee for Papa, asking if it can be brought over when the rest of my party arrives. The waitress nods her head and leaves.

Leaning back in my chair, I relish these few moments on my own, and just listen to the sounds of the city. I try to figure out how on earth I'm going to start a conversation with Papa that will enable me to tell him that I'm gay.

"Danil." Hearing my name being called, I look up to see my Papa standing in front of me with a smile on his face.

"Hey Papa," I say, getting to my feet and pulling him into a hug. "I was away with the fairies for a moment. Are you okay sitting outside?"

"Yeah, it's a beautiful day. I called your name a couple of times, is everything okay?" Papa asks before pulling out a chair next to me.

And there it is, my way into this conversation, and I'm just about to tell him, when the waitress appears with our drinks. I almost want to shoo them away before I lose my nerve, but thankfully the waitress doesnt linger.

"Papa." Papa turns to look at me and the words tumble from my mouth. "I'm gay."