Chapter 11

He had hoped for some time alone with Mouse, but the redhead had come late from the hunt, so they had all been busy fixing dinner. Also, Karl was on him like a hawk, crowding his space, and holding him close. To anyone throwing jokes at them, the fucker just told them they were on their honeymoon. Francesco could do without that, and he was itching for taking Mouse aside, kissing him, and enjoying himself for a bit.

They were back at their improvised hut, and Karl was getting naked and ready for the night, when Mouse appeared.

“What do you want, slut?” Karl asked as he threw his jeans on the ground.

“I’m part of this little arrangement,” Mouse said with conviction. “So I’ll sleep here from now on.”

“No fucking way,” Karl said.

Francesco jumped between them. “Karl, don’t screw this up. You said you’d let us be.”

“Oh, yeah?” Karl loomed dangerously over him. “What’s in it for me?”

“I don’t know. Me not killing you in your sleep? How about that?” Francesco asked.

“You’ll have to do better than that, honey,” Karl cooed.

“All right. What the fuck do you want?”

“Suck my cock.”

Francesco snorted. “You wish.”

“Then no deal. Mouse, get the fuck out, or I’ll fuck you up.”

It was difficult to hold Karl from reaching Mouse, but Francesco stood his ground and pushed him back. “All right, I’ll suck you off. Just so you know, I know shit about it, and you won’t like it.”

“No,” Mouse intervened. “I’ll go. See you tomorrow, babe,” he told Francesco and gave him a searing hot kiss.

Karl pulled him towards him as soon as Mouse was out of their hut. “I don’t care if you’re no good. Just suck my cock, Cesco,” he whispered.

Francesco could tell the fucker was horny. He struggled against him. “Only if you want me to bite it off.”

Karl laughed. “You were about to stuff your mouth with my cock just earlier. What? You can’t do it unless you’ve got an audience?”

Francesco scoffed and lay on the makeshift bed, his arms behind his head. “What’s with you, Karl? What fucked you up like this?”

His body was tense, readying for an attack, but that never came. Instead, Karl lay next to him.

“Do you want to know about me?”

“Yeah, why not? Who’s your daddy?” Francesco asked.

Karl chuckled. “You’ve heard these assholes gossiping, right? I can’t tell you who my dad is. He’s important. For anyone asking, I’m on summer camp.”

“I thought we were here for a year or something.”

“Yeah, but the rest of the year, I’m usually off to ... ah, you’re trying to get me. Sneaky.”

“Trying to get you? I just want to figure you out. Where did you fuck other guys?”

Karl hesitated, but Francesco could tell he was dying to talk.

“If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just go to sleep.” He turned on one side and jolted when Karl grabbed him from behind and aligned their bodies together.

Karl kissed his shoulder. “I’m in sort of army.”

“Sort of?”

“Yeah. And we get to fuck bitches when we do our job.”

Francesco didn’t want to know what that job entailed.

“So, you fucked girls,” he said.

“No. Pussy makes you weak. That’s what our commander says.”

“And fucking an ass doesn’t? What kind of logic is that?”

“Fucking dudes makes you a man,” Karl said proudly.

Francesco groaned. “That’s so stupid I don’t even know where to start.”

“It’s true. Not one of us got weak after we fucked those well-lubed holes. We only got stronger. Like gladiators.”

“I think you mean Spartans, but whatever,” Francesco said with a sigh. “So, you gangfucked what? Prostitutes?”

“No. The weakest of us.”

“Shit,” Francesco let out. “For real? And what did those guys say?”

“They knew they had it coming. They should have been stronger if they didn’t want to take it up the ass.”

“Yeah, right. I bet they really wanted it,” Francesco said.

“I guess some did.”

“I was being ironic.”

“I know, Cesco. I’m not dumb.”

“So, what’s with you and all this talk about me, that you’re my husband and all that?” Francesco asked.

Karl remained silent for a while. Just when Francesco was starting to think that the fucker had fallen asleep, he started talking again. “I liked you at first sight.”

“Just my luck to sit across from you on the chopper, then.”

“No, that wasn’t when I saw you the first time.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw all the guys that were getting shipped with me. My dad wanted to humiliate me. He told me that he’d ship me away with a bunch of homos as punishment. The fucker, he thought I’d be disgusted and shit.” Karl laughed. “I saw you all in pictures, and in your cells. My dick got hard at Ollie first, but then I saw that bull of a boyfriend he has. I wonder how Ollie still walks straight after getting screwed by that freight train every night.” There was another small pause. “Then I saw Mouse, and I thought that I wanted to punch him in the face so hard.”

Francesco smirked. “Nah, you’re lying. Your dick got even harder.”

“Shut up,” Karl protested, but it was obvious he wasn’t saying the truth. “I saw Ty and Anya, and I thought to myself that I got at least two bitches to fuck.”

“So, why aren’t you? They’re game, and they’re pretty.”

“Yeah, but then I saw you.” Karl exhaled. “You were lying face down on the bed. I could only see your ass.”

“I didn’t notice any cameras.”

“They’re hidden, of course.”

“So, you fell in love with my ass at first sight?”