10.

TEN

Rafael

I wake up clinging to a big, warm body. Dominic is on his back. My leg is over his, my arm around his ribs, my face on his shoulder. My semi-hard cock is pressed against his hip. I usually sleep alone, so it should feel weird, maybe even bad, but it doesn’t. It feels really fucking nice.

It’s not real—I know that. Even before my brain comes fully online, I recognize this as a false, beautiful moment, one outside of thought and choice and reality. Once Dominic wakes up, this will be over.

And yet … he’s the one who chose it.

He could have let me go last night when I got weird. I don’t usually get weird like that because sex, usually, is not that intense and I don’t usually bottom. When I want to be destroyed, I tend to do it alone. No one sees me after.

Dominic did.

Why the hell didn’t he just let me go? Why did he draw me to the bed and clean me up? Why did he slide in behind me and hold onto me like he knew I needed it? Why did he care that I needed it?

Why is he still here?

When he starts to stir, waking up, I pretend to be asleep. If he’s going to leave, I don’t want to watch. He freezes when he registers our entanglement.

I expect him to slide out from under me, to escape without waking me. Instead, his arm goes from lying loosely behind me to curling around me.

I know he thinks I’m asleep, but holy fuck. I did not expect that.

His thumb rubs lightly against my side. I keep my eyes closed but feel the subtle movement of his body as he tilts his head to look at me.

I’m well aware of what a homophobic piece of shit his father was, so I would guess this is as novel for Dominic as it is for me.

My cock is getting harder, which is going to give me away, so I deepen my breathing as though I’m waking up. My rumbling sigh isn’t entirely fake as I resettle against him and grind lightly. He makes a small sound that I think is pleased.

I draw my hand across his ribs then rub it over his chest. He’s not lasered bare like I am. He’s got a smattering of body hair but not too much, and all of it well groomed. His skin is a little daker than mine. Some people think I’m Italian, but I’m not. My family was Puerto Rican, of Portuguese descent.

When I was really young, my father used to take me there. Like a moron, I thought he wanted to spend time with me. Now I understand that our father-son trips were a smokescreen for his cocaine business.

Why the hell am I thinking about that right now?

“Mmm,” I murmur as I pull myself over top of Dominic. My hard cock brushes his.

Of course, he grabs me and rolls over to switch our positions. I’m not about to complain, however, because his hand reaches between our bodies to grip both our cocks.

I close my eyes in pleasure at the doubled sensation of his hand around me and his cock rubbing mine. But he lets go and lifts away from me. With a sigh, I roll onto my side and watch him exit the bed. At least he gives me a perfect view of his bare ass as he walks into the bar.

When he fills a glass at the sink, I get a side view. I admire the curve of his ass and the heavy jut of his cock. I also enjoy his muscled torso and arms and his throat as he swallows.

He looks around and spots the electric kettle. He fills it and starts it heating.

I slide from the bed and go to help him as he starts looking for the coffee.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a fancy espresso machine,” he comments as I pull out the press pot.

“It’s upstairs.”

He leans back against the counter, his cock jutting out beautifully. “Oh, yeah. I did see that.”

“When you tied me to my couch and fucked me?”

“You like being tied up and fucked.”

I spoon coffee into the press pot. “What gave that away?”

He barks a surprised laugh. I have never, ever seen him smile before, not a real one. It completely changes his face. His dark intensity is hot as fuck, but his smile is fucking beautiful.

The kettle clicks off. I walk past Dominic with the press pot then stand close to him as I fill it. He watches me. His eyes drift to my cock. He reaches out and wraps his hand around it. My ass hits the edge of the counter, and a sound of pleasure escapes me as he explores my hard length. That’s what he’s doing: exploring. Given his father’s attitude, I doubt he’s had many opportunities to do it.

My cock twitches in his hand. His sound of satisfaction tells me he can feel it. His fingers sweep under my balls.

“Fuck, Dominic.”

Then he surprises the shit out of me by dropping to his knees in front of me. He doesn’t look up at me. He’s focused entirely on my cock. He’s scowling like he’s not sure—then takes me into his mouth.

“Fuck!”

I can’t help but thrust. I only hit the back of his throat once before his hands plant on my hips and pin me against the counter. My hands grip the edge of it as he sucks me hard and deep, his hesitation completely gone.

He draws back to my tip, licking along the slit. His lips and teeth play along the underside.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as my cock throbs and twitches. Then he starts sucking on my balls. My abs clench.

His right hand drops from my hip. He moans against my balls as he starts to stroke himself. The vibration has me throwing my head back.

Even though I would bet anything that he’s never given head before, he’s so damn aggressive, so dominant and demanding that he takes absolute control of my cock. He flicks his tongue over me and drags his teeth lightly. He’s getting more aggressive as he works himself harder.

I should warn him, but he has completely shattered my mind and my control. My balls draw up tight and I shout, flooding his mouth.

I strain and pulse in the tight, hot suction. As I spasm with aftershocks, he does too. His mouth is still on me, his forehead resting against me as the shudders pass.

I’m about to reach for his hair when he pulls back, settling on his heels. I see the exact moment that he freaks out. He doesn’t look up at me. He looks down at the puddle of his own cum. His post-orgasmic bliss vanishes. His chest starts heaving.

“Dominic—”

He bursts to his feet and staggers back.

I step toward him. “Dominic—”

He shoves me back and makes a beeline out of the bar. He grabs his clothes off the floor and starts dressing.

I let him get his pants and shoes on before I go after him. I grab his arm.

“It’s okay—”

He wheels and punches me in the face. I should have been prepared for that, but I wasn’t. I stagger and nearly fall on my ass, barely catching myself on a couch.

Now I’m pissed. “Listen, you fucking prick, it’s not that big a deal!”

But he’s already heading to the elevator, yanking on his shirt as he goes. He smashes the down button. The doors open and he darts inside. He smashes another button and the doors slide shut.

I swipe a bottle of lube off the nearest table and send it flying. “Fuck!”