Chapter 22

“You take care out there, okay?” Francesco pulled Mouse close.

“Will you let me sleep already?” Mouse complained.

Francesco had made sure to tire his boyfriend out. The dawn was still far, and Karl and Mouse were supposed to leave at its break. As soon as he heard Mouse snoring, he moved quietly from their bed and out of the hut.

Karl had taken to sleeping by himself, and as always, he didn’t care about Ty and Anya. Francesco entered his hut and crouched by his side. “Hey,” he whispered, “you asleep?”

Karl moved in his sleep, but soon he appeared to be awake. “Cesco?” he asked groggily.

“Yeah. I want to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Out there, keep Mouse safe, okay?”

Karl snorted and stretched. Francesco smirked, knowing that the fucker couldn’t see him in the dark. Let him believe he was on top.

“Did you come to me with that kind of stuff? What’s in it for me?”

“Dunno. Respect as a leader?”

“Bullshit.” The asshole sounded so smug.

“Okay, thought so. Let me speak your language. You’ll get a blowjob.”

“For real? A bj? What the fuck? I can get thousands of blowjobs every day.”

“Not from me, you can’t,” Francesco pointed out. “I’ll lick the head the way you like it,” he added.

Karl stirred. “You here to pull my leg, Cesco? I can tell you think I’m dumb.”

“No, idiot. If you keep Mouse safe, I’ll blow you.”

“No way. Too little.”

“Okay, should I throw in two blowjobs?”

Karl moved so fast Francesco had no time to react. Soon, the blond was on top of him, and the memory of those times from before rushed to him. His entire body stiffened, but Karl did nothing but keep him there. He was naked and Francesco could feel his tool, pulsing and alive against his own crotch. “I’m not your pity fuck,” Karl said through his teeth.

Francesco knew how to pay attention now. There was the same desperation in Karl’s voice, as he had noticed before. “You’re not. It would be payment for services rendered.” He struggled against himself to relax.

Karl hesitated. He was starting to consider it. “I want your ass, too.”

Francesco sighed as if it pained him to acquiesce to such demands. “Fine, whatever. Just bring him back in one piece.”

“I want it now.”

“No,” Francesco said firmly. “How will I know you’ll keep your word if I give you everything upfront?”

Karl wavered. So he wasn’t keen on forcing himself on him again, which was good, since Francesco counted on it. Probably for the first time in his life, Karl wanted more than a quick fuck, and that was something he could work with.

“Okay,” Karl said through his teeth. “But I want it all, the whole thing. Ass, mouth, you know. And I get to live with you.”

“Mouse cannot know,” Francesco said harshly. “We’ll fuck, but he cannot know. So no deal on living together.”

“What the hell? Am I your side piece and he’s the husband now?”

Francesco bit his lips not to laugh. Karl was a bit funny in his stupid ways. “He’s the wife,” he said lightly, “and,” he added as he turned his voice down a notch, “I’ll be your woman as long as you protect him.”

“So,” Karl asked, confused, “all I have to do is make sure his ass gets to live?”

“Not just live. I want him unharmed.”

Karl was starting to sweat a bit. “Wild pigs are crazy bastards. What happens if he gets a little, I don’t know, scratched?”

“Okay, so I won’t be a bitch about it. As long as he’s fine, has all his limbs and other important things, you’ll get my ass. What do you say?”

“But not only once,” Karl said quickly.

That was where Francesco wanted to bring Karl. Once the fucker stopped hating on them and began getting what he wanted, Francesco could start prepping him for more important demands. Mouse was a skilled hunter. If there was one of them who might get fucked during their hunting trip, it could be Karl rather than him.

“Fine,” he said, after pretending to think about it for a bit.

“But you need to give me something now,” Karl demanded.

He tried acting tough, but Francesco knew he was actually begging for a scrap like a starving dog. “Okay, what do you want?”

“Suck me off,” Karl said in a strained voice.

Francesco could feel the guy’s dick getting harder. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a hand. We’ll jerk off together.”

“I can do that by myself,” Karl hissed.

“Not like I do it.”

Francesco pushed Karl away, and it looked like the fucker actually knew how to listen to others for a change. He removed his pants and climbed on top of him, pressing his balls against the other’s nut sack. Then he aligned their cocks and began stroking them together.

Karl let out small grunts.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “You see, it’s good like this.”

He liked it, too. Their cocks slid nicely together, even with the difference in size.

“Cesco,” Karl said breathlessly, “spit in my mouth.”

“That’s weird, man,” Francesco teased. “You can just say that you want me to kiss you.”

He pushed the other boy back and hovered slightly before he smashed his mouth against Karl’s. There were hitched breath and wandering hands, and he increased the pace at which he stroked their cocks. He pushed his tongue inside Karl’s mouth, withdrew and spat, only to chuckle later and kiss him again. Karl was fucked up about the exchange of fluids. Maybe he needed to be eased into normality gradually.

Karl kissed back with incredible force. He held Francesco’s head in his hands and kissed him hard, fast, and deep. He murmured something he couldn’t make sense of. “Do it more,” he asked, and Francesco spat in his mouth again, only to have Karl kiss him back with even more strength.

He felt both their cocks shooting at the same time. It was funny that they could make it work that way, but it did.

Karl fell on his back, and Francesco put his pants back on. “So, we have a deal?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Karl replied quietly. “You don’t have to worry about Mouse.”

Francesco crouched by his side and touched his chest. “Thanks. And make sure you come back in one piece, too.”

“Do you care?” Karl snorted.

He didn’t reply to that and just got up and left. Yeah, he did, and not only because Karl was Mouse’s ticket out of that hell. It was just a little something he needed to think about later. How later, he didn’t know.

The third day after their departure, his worries began to multiply with each passing moment. He couldn’t stay in one place, he couldn’t sleep, and Ollie had had to insist that he ate something.

“Francesco,” Leon called for him, to stop him from his non-stop pacing. “They’ll be back.”

He just nodded. Not even Leon’s calm demeanor could make him less worried now. He cursed himself for not insisting that they took him with them on their hunting trip. “What if --”

“Don’t,” Leon warned him. “They’ll be back.”

“They’re coming!” Anya came running toward them.

It appeared that the beautiful boy had taken to climbing trees like a monkey, and he must have seen them from one of his vantage points.

“How far are they? What direction?” Francesco kept Anya by the shoulders to stop him from bouncing up and down with enthusiasm.

He barely waited for Anya to finish and he was running. The small branches scratching his arms and face didn’t bother him, and he just kept flying over small rocks and shrubbery, anxious to see them back, alive and well.