Seth chuckled, and his lips trailed over Dom’s dick through his briefs. “It will be a test of focus.”
Domenico bit his lip and took a deep breath. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. “I won’t be able to fuck you if you suck me off.”
Seth looked up with a half-lidded gaze that made Dom feel the rope around his neck tug at him even harder. “But I’m so horny, and you’re so hot…”
A moan left Domenico’s mouth, and he gently brushed his finger across Seth’s lips, pressing it inside their warmth. Seth was horny, and it seemed like a now-or-never situation. Dom’s mind was clouded with images of that large, strong body flexing under him, the round buttocks bouncing against Dom’s hips as they fucked. There was no way this could wait until they get home.
“Kiss me now, and I’m gonna find a cozy little spot for us to stop.”
Seth grinned and straightened up to place a kiss on Dom’s cheek, but his large, hot hand found its way to Dom’s crotch and squeezed his dick.
Dom grasped the steering wheel harder and bucked his hips, silently praying for his cock not to disobey. He just wanted to come inside Seth. Was that too much to ask?
“What about the cookies? Give me one,” he offered to distract his drunken lover.
Seth held up an Oreo. “You think you deserve this cookie?”
Dom frowned. “If I don’t get that cookie, I’m gonna stop on the side of the road, pull down your pants, and spank you for anyone to see.”
For a split second, Seth looked more sober when his eyes widened. “Wow. But what will that earn you when… the cookie is gone?” Seth finished in a dramatic tone and put the Oreo between his open lips.
Domenico gasped. “The cookie!”
Seth squinted and put the Oreo in his mouth. Before Dom could act, he got the last one out of the packet as well and stuck it in his mouth. He spread his arms in challenge.
Domenic squinted at him and shook his head. “You will give me such good head for this. It’s my birthday, and you eat my fucking Oreos?” he asked, though he wasn’t really angry. In fact, the playfulness Seth showed now was something dearly missed.
“Sorry. Not sorry.” Seth mumbled with his mouth full and a smile in his gaze.
Domenico rolled his eyes, but a small dirt road ahead made him press on the brake so suddenly, Seth fell forward, barely missing the windshield with his head. Domenico drove into the road without thinking, only to realize it led to what looked like an old rest stop with a small building looming in the faint light of the headlights. He licked his lips and opened the glove compartment, frantically looking for lube.
Seth unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, not bothering to look back at Dom. “Romantic.” He snorted.
Domenico moaned. “I’ll show you romantic once I get my hands on you,” he said, drunk with lust as he jumped off the car and rushed to the other side. He grabbed Seth by the nape and pulled him down for a hot, hungry kiss that only made his arousal spike. As much as he preferred men clean-shaven or scruffy, the beard tickling his skin did feel nice.
“Will you fuck me hard?” Seth whispered into Dom’s lips, sliding his hands up Dom’s forearms in the darkness.
It was music to Domenico’s ears.
He grabbed Seth’s sides and nipped on his lip, pulling on the flesh. “As hard as you want. I’m gonna breed you and then lick it all off.” He pulled Seth toward the small building, in hope to find shelter, in case someone decided to stop here as well. It was only when a loud cry tore the air that he stopped in his tracks and held Seth in place. A youngish, male voice was calling for help.
Seth turned his head that way, and when they heard another yell, he pulled out of Dom’s grasp and rushed in.
“The fuck you think you’re doing, huh?” Seth asked, spreading his arms to the sides.
Domenico blinked and rushed after him, but Seth was already inside the little building, standing on broken tiles of what looked like a public restroom. In the faint light coming through the open door, a muscular man in a leather vest was pulling up his pants with the urgency of a teenager caught with his dick in his fist, but it became clear why when Dom noticed the person who he was with was male. It was the audacious boy Dom and Seth had met at the store and then at the bar, the same one whose threesome offer they refused.
“Piss off!” the man with a bush of blond hair yelled as soon as he zipped up his pants.
To Dom’s frustration, Seth took a few steps forward. The boy watched him from the floor with his lips parted. Of course. There Dom was, trying to end his birthday with a good fuck, and instead, he was to play a fucking social justice crusader.
“What are you doing?” he asked Seth, who looked back at him with those big needy eyes.
“We have to help him,” he said with a slur to his words and pointed at the boy, who was already trying to sneak out on hands and knees.
The blond grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled so hard Dom felt the skin on his head twitch in sympathy. “He’s not going anywhere. This is none of your business!”
Dom wanted to just leave, stop Seth from turning even more attention on them, but the moment his eyes met the teenager’s, he knew it was a lost cause. He would not let some stupid kid get raped, just because he wanted to have a nice quiet evening.
“Fuck off, you pig!” the kid screamed, struggling against the tight hold the other man had on his hair.
“Let him go,” said Domenico.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The blond hissed, looking up at Dom with bright eyes that held a surprising amount of menace.
“I can deal with this, Dom, step back,” Seth said drunkenly and took another step forward before Dom could push in a word. “You better let him go, or… else.”
Dom put his palm over his face and let it slide down with a groan. His senses were alert to anything that could put Seth’s drunken ass in danger, but when the blond man grabbed the teen so hard he lifted him off the ground by the neck, it was high time to act.
“Or else what? I’m taking him, so fuck off!”
To Dom’s annoyance, it was Seth who pulled out a gun first. He pointed it at the blond, but his hand was swaying from side to side like the head of a sleep-deprived puppy. Domenico made a mental note to always disarm him when he got drunk.
“Or I’ll shoot your brains out!” Seth yelled and turned his gun sideways, as if he were in a crappy action movie.
The blond instantly let go of the kid, just to pull out a gun of his own and point it back at Seth. Domenico’s world slowed down. His hand reached for his trusty Beretta before he could even consciously think about it. He aimed straight at the blond’s hands, ready to shoot the gun out of them. “This ends. Now.”
Seth nodded. “Yeah!”
The kid sniffed and made pleading eyes at them. “Please don’t let him take me.”
Domenico gritted his teeth and stepped in front of Seth. As expected, the blond immediately aimed the gun at him instead, but his body was tense. There was a slight shake to his hand. He was just a local thug. Domenico could handle this.
“Hand over the boy, and we’ll leave.”
The guy’s lips were pursed, and he eyed them all, breathing hard. “You’re not from here, are you?”
Domenico snarled. “Thank fuck for that.”
Seth tried to slip out from behind Dom, but that was not an option, so Dom pushed him back. “Yeah, who’d want to live in this shithole!”
The blond took his time to assess them but gave the kid a kick, pushing him forward. He took a step back, and then another, to an exit on the other side.
Domenico kept him in his sight until the guy disappeared, and the sound of hurried footsteps was followed by the roar of an engine.
Domenico sighed and pulled the safety on before hiding the gun in the holster. His eyes trailed to Seth’s hand, which was still clasped on the gun he shouldn’t be holding in his drunken state. Dom grabbed its barrel and easily pulled it out of Seth’s grip. �
��It’s no time to play the hero.”
The kid slowly got up, eyeing them both warily, but didn’t say a word.
Seth pointed at him. “We showed him.”
Domenico sighed and shook his head at the boy. His heart rate was slowly getting back to normal now that Seth wasn’t in danger anymore. “Three times in a row we have seen you in trouble. Do you have a death wish?”
“I—He seemed all right at the bar,” the kid muttered, and when he hugged himself, he looked much younger than he did when they saw him in town.
“He was twice your size, you dumbass. What were you thinking?” Domenico shook his head and stepped closer, grabbing the kid’s face and tilting it upward to look into his big brown eyes. He purposefully pulled him closer to the door for the bright moonlight to disperse the darkness and see it properly.
The boy frowned and pulled away quickly. “It’s none of your business, he was hot.”
Domenico grabbed him by the neck and pushed the little shit against the nearest wall, not to really hurt him, but hard enough for the boy to feel the pain. “No? You asked for help, and we answered. Kinda makes it my business.”
The boy whimpered, and Dom felt Seth approach by the scent of vodka close behind him. “Don’t hurt him…”
Domenico smirked, pinning the kid to the wall with his eyes. “No? Why not? He’d be probably bleeding on the floor it weren’t for me.”
The kid grabbed Dom’s wrist, but he didn’t have much force to him. The blond could have done anything to his twig-limbs. “I’m sorry! I mean… thank you,” he uttered.
Domenico nodded, slightly less agitated now that his help had been acknowledged. “That’s better. What’s your name?” he asked, wondering who this kid was. Was he on the run?
“Mark. Mark Copaescu.” Their eyes met, and Dom was pretty sure he was telling the truth.
Seth stepped closer, into Dom’s line of sight. “Do you need a ride somewhere, Mark? Are you hurt?”
Domenico sighed. “Clearly, he’s not. He’s also underage and so stupid it’s painful. Where is your mommy, Mark?”
The boy swallowed so hard Dom felt the push of his Adam’s apple against his palm. “I’m on my own…” Another stupid thing to admit to strangers with guns.
“Aww… That’s so sad, Dom,” Seth slurred, holding his forehead.
Domenico shrugged. “What does that mean, Mark?” asked Domenico, slowly letting go of his neck and stepping back to offer him just the right amount of personal space for the boy to be willing to talk.
Mark shot Seth a glance but then looked right back at Dom. “I don’t need to tell you anything,” he grumbled and crossed his arms on his chest.
“You do,” said Domenico without even a second’s hesitation, letting his real accent slip into the sentence and curl around the English words.
“Why?” moaned the boy, and Dom could sense the fear in the air. “And it’s not like I’m totally alone anyway. People would be looking for me if I disappear.”
Domenico snorted. “Would they? What are their names and addresses?”
“What? So you can send them a fake note from me? That I’m all right and they shouldn’t worry? Sorry, not gonna happen.” He took a step to the side, only to bump into Seth.
“He doesn’t mean it that way. We just want to give you a ride home, right, Dom?”
Domenico sighed and looked at the front of Seth’s pants, so out of reach. “I suppose.”
“Just a ride?” Mark looked between them, and it was painful to watch. What kind of assurance would their word give him? They could say whatever they wanted and then butcher him in the woods anyway.
Seth nodded. “Just a ride.”
“We’re not up for a threesome,” said Dom, just to get that out of the way.
Mark slowly nodded, and Dom could almost see the cogs frantically turning in his brain. “Okay…”
Seth gave Mark a wide smile and petted his hair, as if the boy were a puppy. He turned around and left the restroom. Maybe they could leave Mark in the car and have a quick fuck before the drive? No, that wasn’t an option. Dom didn’t want a quickie. He wanted to touch Seth all over and sate himself after months of celibacy. “So, where are you staying?” he asked the boy, gesturing for him to move first.
Mark swallowed and kept looking over his shoulder as they left. “In… the motel.”
Domenico frowned. “They have a motel in town? Where?”
Mark put his hands down his pockets. “In… I mean, if you get me to town, I can get there on my own.”
“Are you a runaway?” asked Domenico, following Seth, who was already climbing into the car as well as he could with all cells in his body soaked by liquor.
“Why are you so persistent? Jeez! Just get me to town and I’ll be fine.”
Seth looked back at them with a frown. “There’s no motel in town. Where would you stay?”
“Oh, my God!” Mark raised his arms in frustration. “I don’t know! Airbnb? Couchsurfing? The Hilton? I’ll find something.”
Seth looked into Dom’s eyes with a tenderness he rarely displayed these days. “Aww, Dom, let’s take him.”
Domenico scowled and looked at Mark. “He’s not a dog.”
“I didn’t say he was… but… you know. If he just needs a place to crash, he can stay the night. What if he gets into more trouble?”
“And what, you want to leave him at Dana’s mercy?” Domenico rolled his eyes.
“I think there’s a futon in the closet,” Seth said once they were all in the car.
“I wouldn’t be a bother… Just for the night… Oreos!” Mark grinned as he grabbed the cookie packet, but his face was the picture of disappointment when he realized it was empty.
Domenico groaned and pushed him inside. From the look on Seth’s face, he assumed that Seth would definitely not forgive him if he left the kid here. “Hungry? When have you last eaten? The chocolates at the store?”
“I’m fine, I don’t eat much.” Mark shrugged, looking at Seth for a longer while.
Domenico squinted but didn’t say anything and climbed into the driver’s seat. Of course, the boy would end up between him and Seth. Like a fucking slutty wall.
“So who’s the guy?” Seth wiggled his eyebrows at Mark as Dom started the car.
Mark shrugged. “Just a guy. Was gonna give him a discount, ‘cause I like blonds.”
“Great. He’s a whore, and he’s gonna be using our bathroom,” grumbled Domenico, starting the car. He drove out of the rest stop and headed down the empty road. This night was going downhill fast.
“I mean, we took him, so he’s our responsibility.” Seth nodded.
“I’m not a whore! I have other things going.” Mark crossed his arms on his chest and pouted like a little kid.
“Have you seen any weird rash or sores lately?” asked Domenico, without taking his eyes off the road. “We’re healthy and staying that way.”
“I’m fine!”
Seth grumbled. “It’s not like you ever checked yourself for STDs.”
Domenico snorted. “I’m fine. Strong as an ox.”
Seth bit his lip with a smile. “I know… I love that…” Seth tried to reach him over Mark’s head but ended up failing.
Domenico grinned anyway. Seth’s words were like an injection of warmth straight into his bloodstream. “You’re gonna get all you want tonight,” he said, speeding up. He could only hope no deer would suddenly jump in front of the car.
“So… am I invited to that as well?” Mark grinned and looked between them like a kid in a candy store.
Seth started laughing, leaving Dom to answer.
“Of course not. How old are you? You can’t buy a beer or condoms without an adult helping you out.” Domenico shook his head at the boy’s attitude. “You’re selling yourself too cheaply.”
“You don’t know how much I charge.” Mark raised his eyebrows and nose, making himself look like even more of a brat. “And for the record, I’m nineteen.�
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Domenico laughed out loud. “Sure you are. You heard him, Seth? He says those bright big doll eyes are nineteen.”
Seth grinned back at him. “Yeah, right. And I’m fifty.”
Mark pursed his lips. “You could be old. You have a beard.”
“Idiot,” said Dom. “Maybe if you were older, you wouldn’t have gotten into the car with two strangers who carry guns. We could sacrifice you to the devil, use your skin for lampshades, and cook your flesh for dinner.”
That shut Mark up, but Seth was quick to talk. “But we won’t. ‘Cause we’re the good guys. You’re a hero, Dom. You saved him tonight.”
“And he saved me from a good fuck,” grumbled Domenico. “I broke a business deal with his client. That’s hardly heroic. In fact, it’s much more of a heroic act to be in this car now without punching anyone.”
“But you saw that guy. He was so violent…”
Mark nodded without looking up. “Fucker tried to film me giving him a BJ.”
Domenico scowled, and his blood boiled. “Oh, that’s vile. Should’ve broken his nose. You don’t film anyone during fucking. That’s blackmail material right there.”
“I should have known a guy that hot going for me is some kind of psycho.”
Domenico frowned. “Christ. Since when am I your therapist? Man up, and you’ll have any guy you want.”
“Even you?” Mark looked up at him with a stupid grin, and when Seth didn’t protest, Dom realized his fiancé had dozed off with his head against the window.
Domenico shrugged. “You’d have to try harder. Right now, you’re just a stray kid who I found on his knees in a public toilet.”
Mark groaned and leaned against his seat. “Yeah, whatever,” he muttered.
Domenico chuckled. “Not all is lost. Stop fucking idiots, get stronger, and you’ll be a man of worth. That’s how it works. If an adult wants to fuck a scrawny kid, there’s something wrong with them.”
Mark didn’t answer, but the trace of thoughtfulness on his face made Dom optimistic that maybe at least something was sinking in through that mess of curls.
When they got to their house, he had to wake Seth up, which was a hard task with the state of drunkenness he was in. And if that weren’t bad enough, as soon as Seth got out, he puked in their driveway, dropping to his hands and knees.
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