15. Matteo

15

MATTEO

S taring up at the ceiling, Matteo wondered how he could be so stupid. Of all the idiotic things he had done in his life, last night topped them all.

Following their little "after dinner ball drainage exercise," they downed a bottle of whiskey, then thought it was a good idea to play "Who can make the other person come the fastest?"

Ares won, of course.

Matteo was pretty sure that the man was not only the god of war but also the god of sex and orgasms .

Between that wicked tongue of his and that gloriously shaped cock, Matteo wondered how he was ever supposed to enjoy sex again with any other man. Talk about being ruined.

Somewhere between three and four a.m., they both passed out in Matteo's bed, which was where he was now lying, trying not to check out the hairy man-ass currently on full display lying next to him.

He stared at the strips of sunlight that snuck in through the partially open blinds and took refuge on Ares's massive culo . If Matteo were the sunlight, he would have found a much nicer place to rest than on top of the furry slopes of Ares's man-cheeks.

The evilness inside Matteo wanted to lean over and give the man the biggest earth-shattering, tsunami-causing slap on the ass Ares had ever received.

Seeing Ares jerk awake, then cry out in pain… was just… so… satisfying.

You're evil.

Shut your face and go back to wherever it is that good little angel voices go when not trying to turn people away from fun and evil deeds.

Clearly, if you had let me in last night, you wouldn't be laying here with cum drying to your leg, replaying all of the filthy bad choices you and your little buddy made last night.

He's definitely not little, the evil voice reminded.

Argh. There's no hope for you.

Fuck. My. Life.

A groan emerged from the slumbering mound snoozing next to him.

Matteo lifted his head slightly, not wanting to make any sudden movements that might alert the sleeping beast to his current position.

Fuck. Matteo wasn't wearing any clothes either.

Oh, and look at that. Morning fucking wood!

Why was his dick suddenly turning on him?

He thought they had an agreement. His dick could have all the anonymous hookups it wanted, so long as it didn't seek out the one man who could destroy him. Apparently, his dick was no longer honoring their agreement.

Yes, Matteo's dick had betrayed him.

Last night.

In the middle of the night.

And was now trying to betray him once again.

Slowly, the creature next to Matteo moved, turning its evil face toward him.

Thank God that Ares was lying on his stomach because if he were on his back and sporting a woody, Matteo's ass was likely to hop on top of it and ride it till sunset.

Betrayed by his own fucking body.

Traitors.

Fuck his life.

"Mornin'," the head two feet above the hairy man-ass mumbled. Ares's scruffy face turned to face him.

"Morning," Matteo responded, discreetly reaching for a sheet that was nowhere to be found.

Fuck.

Ares gave a smirk. "Looks like someone is ready to go for round four."

Matteo groaned and covered his junk with his hands. This conversation was about to get awkward, especially with a breeze blowing against his balls.

"Look, about last night. That was a mistake. It can't ever happen again." Matteo was having trouble meeting Ares's gaze. He knew that the second he connected with those smoldering chestnut eyes, his battle for self-control would begin, and his reasoning for his decisions would suddenly no longer make sense.

"Hey, I was the good one last night. I was just helping you clear the dishes when you jumped on my cock like a cat in heat."

Another groan.

"Thank you, by the way. I hadn't blown my load in over a week," Ares added, ever the gentleman.

"You're an ass."

Ares chuckled.

"Relax, I'm kidding. We're both adults. So you got horny and decided to jump my dick; it's not your fault. Who can turn down my charm and gorgeously big cock?"

A grunt escaped Ares as Matteo smacked him in the face with a pillow.

Turning his attention back to the ceiling, Matteo wondered how he could have massively fucked up so badly. Just when he was starting to get his feelings under control and move on with his life, he went and did… this.

From the corner of his eye, he admired the stretch of tanned bare skin sprawled out next to him. God, the man was gorgeous.

Matteo knew that Ares had self-esteem issues when it came to seeing himself as a good-looking man. He had always been this way, critical about his flaws—his dry skin, callused hands, and even his lack of height was something that always bothered Ares. At five-foot-ten, Ares wasn't exactly a short man, but in the eyes of society, good-looking men needed to be at least six feet tall and tower over the ones whom they loved.

But none of that ever mattered to Matteo. To him, Ares had always been gorgeous. The way his dangerous eyes grazed over Matteo like he was always ready to devour him, the way he held Matteo with his rough, hardworking hands, protecting him, making it clear that Matteo belonged to him, and even the way that Ares aggressively pounded into him when fucking. Taking control and always making sure that Matteo came his fucking brains out.

Yes, it was an added bonus that Ares had a fucking big dick, but to be honest, the thing was too damn big. Matteo always spent more time trying to stretch himself out and take in every last inch of Ares's massive manhood than he did actually enjoying having it inside him. Matteo would have been perfectly happy if Ares had an average-sized dick, but he knew that having a big dick was something that made Ares proud. So, of course, Matteo stroked the man's ego whenever they were having sexy times.

All of those things made Ares gorgeous in Matteo's eyes. He just wished that one day Ares would see for himself just how good-looking he really was.

"Can I ask you something?" Ares whispered, voice cracking as he stared at Matteo's bare chest.

Matteo shrugged his shoulders, still not wanting to make eye contact.

"Why did you buy this place?"

This was the one question Matteo had dreaded being asked ever since Ares arrived unannounced.

"Be honest with me, please." His voice was raw and sounded so vulnerable.

It was weird seeing Ares so open and exposed. Usually, the man was always so guarded, projecting that super-macho image that he thought was so important to portray.

Fighting against his better judgment, Matteo decided to answer the man truthfully.

"Because this place holds a lot of happy memories for me." Now it was Matteo's turn to feel open and exposed.

Was he really ready to share his feelings with Ares and explain to the man who broke his heart what was really going on inside his head?

This was the cabin Ares had been staying in when they first met all those years ago. Over the years, while they were dating, they used this cabin as their escape, a way for them to be together—always in secret, away from the prying eyes of anyone who might recognize them.

No one could know that Ares was dating a man.

Always in secret.

Always in hiding.

In the end, that had been their downfall.

"Me too," Ares whispered, his fingers gently grazing the side of Matteo's hand.

Even though Ares was barely touching Matteo, the connection they shared spoke volumes.

Both men lay there in silence, breathing in each other's essence, secretly committing it to their memory. That feeling of being connected, of being understood, of being… together.

Eventually, it was Ares who finally broke the silence in only a way that Ares could.

"Fuck, I gotta take a piss."

Matteo tried not to laugh as he watched the dangerous man-beast next to him hop out of bed, ass jiggling as he made his way across the bedroom.

The man had no class.

Yet, still, Matteo's heart craved him.