Domenico stepped back and watched, wide-eyed. Slowly, he looked at Mark and scratched his head, having completely lost hope for a birthday fuck. The full moon high up in the sky was laughing at him. “If you take the groceries to the kitchen, you can have food.”
Mark quickly nodded and got the bags. At least he had enough of a brain to not comment on Seth.
“I’m sorry, Dom,” Seth mumbled from the ground. “I feel so ill…”
Domenico kept behind him, not to fall victim to any stray vomit, but he approached the trembling back and gently petted Seth’s head. He could only hope some wild animal would take care of the disgusting puddle at night. If not, Dana would have another way to make herself useful.
Domenico scratched Seth’s head, showing him his... well, support. “You’ll be so hungover tomorrow.”
“I don’t wanna…” Seth moaned, trying to get himself up and almost pulling Dom down with him in the process.
“Who is this?” Dana asked from the house.
“Someone who’s sleeping with you tonight. The sofa, it unfolds into a bed, doesn’t it?” Domenico patted Seth’s back and asked him if he was okay to go inside.
“What?” she hissed. The last thing Dom needed now was an attitude from her. He groaned.
“The kid’s gay. Your virtue’s safe.”
Seth moaned from the ground, and Domenico dragged him to his feet with resignation spreading through his chest.
“Thanks,” Seth muttered, and Domenico cringed when he got a hug that surely got his hair dirty with vomit.
Dana huffed. “You pick up strays now? Are we getting a dog next?”
Domenico shoved Mark forward. “Don’t drink anything she gives you,” he said quietly, knowing Dana’s professional love for rohypnol. “Other than that, you’ll be fine.” He stepped forward, trying to convince himself that he was still as clean and nice-smelling as when they were leaving the house.
“I’ve got food,” Mark tried, but it only got him a glare from Dana as he passed her in the doorway.
“I’m sorry,” Seth repeated as Dom helped him into the house, struggling with the weight put on his shoulder. He could barely believe that the second time he’d ever fucked him, he’d held Seth up against the wall. Then again, that memory gave him a tingle of satisfaction. Seth was the only fuck who had ever been his and his only. He wanted to claim him again, but not like this. Not drunk to the point of being sick. Domenico sighed and led Seth all the way to the bedroom. He turned on the light with his forehead and stepped into the cramped room, shutting the door behind them. He should have let Seth suck him off in the car.
Dealing with a man this drunk was tedious, but at least he had Mark out of his hair now. And on the topic of hair, Domenico needed to wash his. Not to mention that he needed to wash Seth’s beard. Seth complained that all he wanted was to sleep, but Dom wasn’t having any of it and pulled him into the small bathroom with mold in the corner and a friendly spider that they’d named Santo, after Seth’s cousin who had helped them fake their deaths.
Domenico closed the toilet lid and sat Seth down, quickly pulling up his shirt to reveal his massive chest with a patch of curly hair running down the center and the dark scars that were left after Vincente butchered Seth’s nipples.
“Don’t…” Seth grumbled and put his arm over his chest to hide his scars, but he kept swaying from side to side and couldn’t even keep his eyes open.
“Don’t be a baby,” muttered Domenico and pulled away Seth’s hand to take a look at the dark tissue. It suddenly hit him that he’d never seen them after the whole ordeal, and a sharp tingle went down his back when he brushed the new skin with his thumb. What a beast Vincente had been to do this to his only brother.
Seth managed to open one eye. “I said, don’t. They’re disgusting.” He tried to push Dom away, but he didn’t have much strength.
“No, they’re not. They’re scars. I have many scars,” whispered Domenico, slowly tugging Seth to his feet. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at the deliciously soft angles of Seth’s chest, at the navel Dom wanted to lick, but with the state Seth was in, he didn’t want to touch too much.
“Yours are pretty,” Seth said in a way so mumbly Dom could barely understand him. When he tried to walk into the shower stall in his shoes and pants, Domenico rolled his eyes and pulled at the back of his jeans. Even slipping his finger under the waistband of Seth’s pants made him feel like he was somehow on the in. Like he had permission to touch. But knowing Seth was drunk enough not to remember a thing tomorrow, he just pushed the denim down Seth’s legs.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m pretty as a doll. You can braid my hair tomorrow.”
Seth giggled, and for a moment Dom was afraid he would topple over when he stood on one leg while Dom took off his shoe. “I always wanted that. I can’t braid though.”
“Good, I’m not Rapunzel,” said Domenico, methodically untangling Seth of his out clothes.
As soon as Seth was naked, Dom guided him into the shower stall, but Seth went strangely quiet, and his eyelids were drooping. He leaned against the wall and avoided the first rush of cold water when Dom turned it on.
“Are you falling asleep already?” Domenico quickly shed his own clothes, but his glance trailed slowly down the powerful body next to him. Seth’s presence took up most of the space in their tiny bathroom, his scent penetrated Domenico’s senses, and he couldn’t help but feel cheated that he couldn’t touch all that tan skin the way he wanted. He’d gladly let his lips and fingers roam in the thick bushes of dark hair that grew over the warm curves and plains.
Seth mumbled something that sounded like a no, but could have also been a yeah, and he shied away from Dom and the water when Domenico joined him inside the stall for a tight squeeze. Even seeing the curved side of Seth’s ass was a better turn-on than any porn vid could ever be. Yet Dom was stuck making sure Seth had no vomit in his beard once he went to sleep. It was a job to be done. Dom had scrubbed brains out of tiles before, so he could deal with some puke.
Domenico tested the water on his own hand, which made him feel like he was taking care of a giant baby, then made Seth wet and cleaned him with liquid soap as efficiently as possible. At this rate, Seth would slide down in the shower, and it would then be up to Dom to somehow drag him out.
In the end though, he got so frustrated with Seth constantly tipping over during the quick drying with the towel that Dom ended up throwing him over his shoulder, to the vocal protests of his spine, and took his personal man mountain to bed. He didn’t bother dressing Seth in anything and just covered him with the sheet. Washing himself was a brief affair after that, and as Domenico slid into bed in a pair of Armani briefs, his only comfort was the fact that Seth somehow ended up curling up against him. So what that it made Domenico feel unbearably hot in the non-air-conditioned room? He at least got a scrap of willing touch from his reluctant lover.
Sleep wouldn’t come for hours as Domenico lay in bed with Seth’s thick, warm hand heating up his stomach and a head full of unwanted thoughts about all things lost. Much had changed since his last birthday. One year back, he was in Argentina on a job, and his mother had called him early in the morning to wish him well. Tassa had called as well, which was back before Domenico smashed his brains all over the floor. Domenico then had a solitary dinner and a whole coffee cake to spend the evening with. He hooked up with a guy in a bar. The guy had been fun.
Still, despite everything working out technically, Domenico wasn’t sure which birthday was less satisfying.
He fell asleep to pale light falling through the blinds.
Mark wasn’t sure where he was for the first few seconds after waking up. His shoulder hurt a bit, and he opened his eyes when he realized he lay on the floor.
He yelped and sat up when a pair of blue eyes squinted at him. It was the hot witch from yesterday. Right. She had made him sleep on the floor, and she wouldn’t let him eat any food despite Domenico allowing him to. He was starving.
Did she have no heart?
“You can go now. It’s not like anybody would miss a stray,” she said from the sofa, which was already free from her bedding, a perfect display for her athletic body in denim cutoffs and a tank top she wore without a bra. Mark tried not to stare at her perky nipples, but it was no use.
“You would.” He gave her a silly grin and slowly got up.
Dana stood up so quickly it startled him into banging his head against the wall. “Dream on,” she said in a low voice, and circled Mark in a way that uncomfortably reminded him of hyenas rounding up wounded prey.
“I mean, I got invited here. What’s your deal?” Memories of the previous night were slowly flooding back in, and Mark patted his pocket to make sure he still had the biker’s phone. Bingo.
“What are you looking for? I don’t need to get my money off little kids in the playground,” said Dana
Mark bit his lip, uselessly trying to fight off a silly grin. “Oh, yeah? You get it from them?” He pointed at the door of the bedroom where his saviors had disappeared yesterday. “Are they bi?”
Dana snorted. “I think Seth likes you. You should approach him only when Dom isn’t looking.”
Mark gave a slow nod. It had been Beardie, Seth, who had told Dom that they should take Mark in for the night. Maybe he was hoping to spice up their sex life, but didn’t know how to communicate it to his partner? Then again, Mark could hardly believe there could be a boring sex life with a man who looked like Dom. Even the ugly, uneven scar that ran across his face didn’t make him any less attractive. The guy radiated charisma. Then again, Domenico had claimed he was religious, back in the store. Maybe he was one of those religious gays who liked to fuck under the blanket, in the dark. Or just did blow jobs. Or not even that. Mark had met a priest on his way to Louisiana, who paid him just to cuddle for the night. The priest’s hard-on had poked Mark’s back through the night, but the guy had kept his promise.
As Mark’s thoughts drifted, Seth emerged from the bedroom in just a T-shirt and boxer briefs, looking too hungover to speak.
“Hi,” said Dana, without breaking the hard gaze she settled on Mark. “Are you alive?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Seth waved his hand at her and turned around to put the kettle on.
Mark bit his lip. The guy was big. Tall, broad-shouldered. A bit pudgy, but his ass was so round Mark couldn’t take his eyes off it, even though Seth wasn’t exactly his type. “Morning!”
Seth groaned and waved at him as well without turning around. “You don’t have to yell.”
“I can get you some painkillers. Always works on me,” Dana said, even though her voice sounded strangely flat, as if there were a tiny alien in her head, communicating through an advanced version of text-to-speech.
“Dom already gave me some, thanks. I need coffee now, and I’ll be fine. I haven’t drunk this much for ages. It was good, but then it was bad. I guess Dom’s birthday is as good an excuse as it gets. Anyone else wants coffee?”
“Me!” Mark quickly said, and almost froze on the spot under Dana’s gaze.
Seth frowned and looked back at him, as if it were the first time he’d ever seen Mark, but before he could say anything, Domenico stormed out all fresh-faced, in a pair of black jeans and a tank top that revealed smooth, muscled arms. Nicely tanned, sandy with a cool olive undertone. Mark could lick them all over.
“Me.” He walked up to Seth and slid his arm to his partner’s back, kissing his cheek. In the position they were in, they seemed to merge seamlessly into one another by the kitchen counter.
“Decaf,” Dana said flatly.
Seth turned around to Dom and gave him a kiss so intimate that Mark averted his eyes, feeling as if he were infringing on their privacy.
“I don’t do decaf. You can make it after I’m done,” Seth said.
Domenico grinned and slid both his arms around Seth’s waist, resting his head on the big shoulder. Some of his smooth hair fell down Seth’s bare arm, and Mark averted his eyes again.
Dana hissed. “It’s in the jar. What’s your problem? Just dissolve the packet in water.”
“Blasphemy,” chuckled Domenico and otherwise ignored her.
“It’s against my principles,” Seth mumbled as the kettle announced the water was ready. “Like vegetarians refusing to use a knife that touched meat.”
“Even the kid drinks normal coffee,” said Domenico, acknowledging Mark’s presence for the first time.
Mark gave him his smile number five, but then looked out the window. Shit. He didn’t even know where he was, or how far away from Fred’s place. What if they’d gone the other way, and he was even farther from his destination now?
“Is there cake left? You know, from the birthday?” Mark asked.
Domenico frowned. “It’s my cake. I told you to have other food. There are chocolate bars in the cupboard.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t encourage him,” Dana said with a straight face. “He’s not training as much as you and I.”
Mark straightened up and took his shirt off to pat his stomach. “I might be young, but I do stuff.” He wasn’t as skinny as a year ago. He tried to eat meat and work out, so that Fred wouldn’t be disappointed when they finally met.
Seth snorted and turned around to say something but was instantly distracted when he picked up the kettle and it tipped over in his hand, pouring some boiling water over the counter. Domenico’s hand was on the kettle at lightning speed, and so the spill wasn’t too great and didn’t splash Seth.
“Karma,” Dana muttered.
Domenico shot her a cool glance. “What was that? You want to sleep outside?”
She pressed her lips together. “I’ll go jogging if you’re busy.”
“Do that.”
Mark frowned, watching them. So they'd taken her in as well in some sense? Were they some kind of charity-fags? Maybe he could get more out of staying here then? He slowly rubbed his neck, remembering the tight hold Domenico had over his throat yesterday. The outburst could have been a one-time thing if the guy was a man of God and all that. Anyone would go a bit mental when having a gun pointed at them. And this was rural Louisiana. Many people carried guns, so it was no biggie.
As soon as Dana left, Mark went straight for the bags with groceries and pulled out a chocolate bar. He spoke when he noticed Seth open sliced bread. “Can I stay for breakfast? Please?”
Domenico shrugged. “You’re having coffee, aren’t you? You already invited yourself for breakfast,” he said, massaging Seth’s back.
Mark noticed Seth’s hand tremble slightly, and it had a big scar on top, but he was still him who prepared sandwiches, which was a bit strange. Mark wasn’t complaining. He munched the chocolate all too quickly, and his eyes went wide at the giant Snickers Dom pulled out of the bag.
“Dom, I’m making breakfast,” Seth moaned.
“I know. I’m gonna eat breakfast. I’m hungry as a wolf,” said Domenico, with a kiss to Seth’s shoulder.
Mark grinned and nodded. “Yeah, I get like that after fucking too.” He took a seat by the small table, eager to get some protein.
Domenico’s eyes could freeze hell over. “You think you’re funny, kid?”
Seth groaned and pulled away from his partner, which only made the atmosphere denser.
Mark swallowed. “No, I… I mean—Have you been together long?” Changing the topic was the best course of action. He was not walking out without breakfast! And the fucking thing was a real cock-up if he was right about Dom being some white marriage sort of freak.
But Domenico’s shoulders relaxed, and he leaned back against the counter as the scent of coffee slowly filled the room. “Almost a year now, right?” he asked, nudging Seth, who rubbed his eyes and smiled for the first time since he’d walked out of the bedroom.
“Yes. Almost a year.” He reached out and ran his fingers through Dom’s hair.
Mark laughed. “‘Cause you act like an old married couple.”
Domenico
chuckled, and his eyes immediately lit up as he gathered Seth into his arms. In contrast to Seth, his body was all lean muscle, as if he was a personal trainer. Maybe he was into bears, or something?
“Nah, we’re still only engaged.”
“Oh! So you’re gonna get gay-married, and all that? Get a dog, a white picket fence?” Mark snorted. He was never getting tied down!
Domenico grinned and nudged Seth’s shoulder with his forehead. “Not sure about the dog, but it is gonna happen eventually.”
Seth shook his head and slid out of Dom’s hold. He carried all three plates to the table with his left hand, with the balancing skills of a waiter. “Oh, is it? You haven’t asked me.”
“Ouch. Buuurn!” Mark hissed, but was quick to tuck into a tuna and mayo sandwich.
Domenico frowned at him and crooked his head. “That’s what happens after one gets engaged.”
Seth raised his eyebrows and sat next to Mark. “I mean, the ring is a symbol of commitment, but it doesn’t have to mean marriage and the whole shebang.”
Domenico frowned, and the earlier smile faltered on his face. “Not where I’m from.”
“You don’t even have same-sex marriage where we’re from. But we don’t need that anyway.” Seth bit into his sandwich.
Domenico shook his head and walked up to Seth. He put both his hands on the table and leaned forward. “Don’t we? You wanna live together without God’s blessing?” he asked, dead serious.
Mark bit back a laugh, because the guy didn’t sound like he was joking.
Seth looked up at Dom, chewing for a longer moment. “I don’t like weddings.”
Domenico frowned at him. “Well, you’re gonna have one.”
Seth groaned and didn’t say a word, which Dom must have taken for I will, because he sat down and began eating as well. Mark thought it was a good moment to change the topic slightly.
“Wouldn’t you miss fucking other guys when you get married?” he asked.
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