Chapter 17

Mouse looked awesome, his skin darker from spending too much time in the sun, just like in the good old days, and his face-splitting grin told everything Francesco needed to know at the moment. He hurried into the other’s open arms, only then letting go of Karl’s hand. Mouse clamped his mouth hard on his and gave him plenty of tongue, enough to last him a week and suffocate him for a moment. Who was he kidding? There was no way he’d have enough of this guy. He kissed back until Mouse had to protest and break them apart.

“So, congratulations are in order,” the redhead said with the same big smile on his face.

“I so wanted you to be there. Karl, too,” Francesco said and smirked, throwing his husband a wink.

“I didn’t,” Karl denied but there was a lopsided grin on his face, and it looked like everything was, indeed, good in the world.

“Nah,” Mouse drawled, “I would have been the guy to yell ‘I object!’”

“It wasn’t that kind of wedding. You wouldn’t have gotten the chance to do that. And why would you have objected anyway?”

Mouse wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him near. “Hmm, let’s see. Ah, yes. I would have told everyone that the grooms had another one to love and to hold. And to fuck silly.”

Francesco pushed against him and slapped his chest. Mouse had gotten taller than him, more muscular, and between the three of them, he was the one lagging behind. He suspected that his growing days were over anyway and didn’t mind it. “Come on, give Karl a little smooch, too.”

“You want me dead on the first day of your honeymoon?” Mouse looked at Karl with half-hooded eyes. Francesco turned just to see his husband turning his eyes away.

“Come on, you two,” he told them. “You can’t still be mad at each other, right? I mean, I get it that Karl sent you to serve the country and put your ass on the line, and I know that he’s jealous of you--”

Karl surprised him by grabbing Mouse by the neck and bringing his mouth hard on him. Mouse staggered for a moment but then relaxed and pinched Karl’s butt, hiking up his shorts and exposing his bare ass. Unlike Mouse, the guy needed some tanning and days in the sun without a worry. Somehow, that sight, the fading red marks of Mouse’s fingers on the white ass, made him take a closer look, while his junior jumped to attention. Maybe he wanted to see Karl with a red ass. That’d be an awesome sight.

As expected, Karl pushed Mouse away. Then, he faked throwing a punch, only brushing his fist by Mouse’s jawline. The other clown groaned in faked pain and threw himself on his back on the hot sand.

“Do we have this island all to ourselves?” the redhead asked when he noticed that Francesco didn’t care to give him a hand to get up.

“Yeah. Dad’s wedding gift,” Karl explained.

“Wow, what a nice man,” Mouse commented and gave Francesco a loaded look. “He’s like salt of the earth or something.”

“Let’s stick to something,” Karl replied.

Again, there was a short exchange between the two, and Francesco, while still giddy over finding Mouse there, with them, like it was a fucking dream, couldn’t help wondering again.

What the heck had happened between Karl and Mouse during those two years he’d been missing them like crazy?

His thoughts were interrupted by a playful hand dragging his shorts down to his ankles in one fell swoop. To his surprise, that was Karl, not Mouse, but the redhead was quick to throw himself on his cock like a hungry whore.

Francesco moaned as he was taken deep, down to the hilt, and Karl kissed his neck and licked it, his hands wandering to Francesco’s nipples and pulling at them hard. “I’ll fuck you,” his husband promised, biting his ear. “Let the whore drink your cum. He needs it.”

There was no doubt about that. Mouse was sucking him like a pump, and it wasn’t like he could last long. Karl only had to push two fingers lubed with spit inside his ass, and he was coming like a hose.

Mouse made a show of choking sounds and winked at him, while Francesco could barely hold on two feet. He didn’t need it, because Karl bent him over, worked his ass a little more and then pushed inside.

Fuck, he was big. Not Don-big, but still. Fuck that, Francesco thought angrily at himself; he wouldn’t let that fucker ruin this for him. It was the island all over again for them, and that was the only thing worth thinking about.

Karl held his hips tightly and slammed into him. Now that was a good example of a guy properly and utterly pent-up. Mouse was teasing his spent cock with his tongue, but Francesco wanted his other hole just as busy. “Let me suck you off,” he asked him. “Come on, give me that dick.”

A hand in his hair pulling him back came as a warning, or so he thought. But Karl just used that to turn his head and kiss him hard. “Suck Mouse’s cock, fill your mouth with it. Let me see you lick his balls.”

Now, that was a nice change. Francesco didn’t wait to be told twice and bent enough to reach Mouse who had already happily taken out his cock. He used it to slap himself over the face with it, inhaling its amazing smell and then licking the head.

“Want me to shoot too fast?” Mouse complained. “Karl, look, your husband is sucking my cock. Whatcha think?”

“I think you should slam it down his throat. You know he’s a slut,” Karl replied in a heated voice.

“Oh, yes,” Mouse drawled, “let’s keep him busy. I’ve seen the help around. He might wander in search of a dicking if we’re not careful.”

Francesco moaned around Mouse’s cock. They were just playing, for sure, but he loved the dirty talk. How fucking funny that being called a slut did it for him. Maybe it was because he loved these two, or he was just crazy enough to enjoy that kind of thing. Whatever it was, it made his cock rock solid again, and Karl’s rhythmic pounding was sending him closer and closer to cumming again.