Chapter 20

“There will be some live entertainment, and also the maître d’ wants to make sure that he got your preferences right--”

Francesco wasn’t really listening to Mack’s happy chatter. He was busy checking the guy out who was standing in such a way that the curve of his ass was clearly visible. Mack didn’t have to come talk to them about the menu. From the moment they had sat foot in that place, food hadn’t been the first thing on their minds, and barely the last. But the twink was on a mission, a mission to get dick, and since most of the personnel was either too old or too straight for him, the poor guy was gunning for the only available options. Francesco caressed his cock, stretching it lightly. Mack let his eyes drop and smiled all-knowingly. On the other hand, Mouse was standing, arms crossed and listening intently, as if he wasn’t buck naked, too. It was funny to see him act all serious and asking Mack questions about whatever with a straight face.

“Hungry, Mack?” Francesco asked lazily and grabbed Mouse by the shoulder, turning him slightly more toward the twink.

“Um, what?” Mack asked, blinking, and not getting what Francesco hinted at.

“Looks to me like you need to get that mouth busy with something,” he taunted. “How about this?” he asked and grabbed Mouse’s cock, flaunting it. “The most delicious sausage you’ve ever tasted, guaranteed.”

Mack’s eyes grew wide, and he quickly looked around as if he was expecting to be pranked.

The guy must have thought he was hot stuff, the kind who made passes on guys, not the other way around. Francesco continued. “Unfortunately, until my husband Karl changes his mind, this is the only dish on the menu for you. So, come on, kneel here and take it in your mouth.”

Mouse turned his head and winked at him. “Stop scaring the poor boy. He might just think you’re serious.”

Francesco burst into laughter and then patted Mack on the shoulder. “Yeah, we’re just shooting the breeze, fooling around, stuff like that. Don’t mind us. Coming, babe?” he asked Mouse and offered the redhead his hand.

“Wait, wait,” Mack hurried after them, “you were serious, right, Francesco?” There was so much hope in that voice, it could only mean one thing. Someone wasn’t getting proper dick, or any at all. Francesco knew how that was.

“Missed your chance there, buddy,” he said cheerfully but turned to smile and wink at him.

“For real? No way. I mean, I’d love to--”

Francesco let go of Mouse to press one finger against Mack’s lips. “Easy, tiger. Let’s talk later.”

Mouse snickered as soon as they were far enough. “I had no idea you could be so cruel, Francesco. Teasing a horny boy like that.”

“Hey, I offered him your cock. He didn’t take it,” Francesco said, all matter of fact. “Can’t blame me, right?”

“The look on his face was fucking priceless. But you’re right, Kekko. That guy needs a bit of cock in his life. You don’t mind me giving it to him, right?”

“As long as I get to watch.” Francesco nuzzled Mouse’s neck for a moment and earned a playful slap over his bare ass.

“Karl might get jealous,” Mouse said.

“What for? Oh, don’t tell me, now he’s not letting you fuck around, either.” That notion seemed totally farfetched. “Does he know about your hobbies? I suppose it’s no secret you’re blowing your entire unit.”

Mouse ruffled his hair like he was a kid. “No, silly. He might get jealous because of you, like usual. If you enjoy too much watching me make cute Mack over there choke on my dick, he might not like it.”

“Ah, damn, you’re right. It really looks like I got hitched. Can’t have any fun anymore,” Francesco joked. “But you’re free to fuck Mack, whichever way you want. Even if I don’t get to watch.”

Mouse faked strangling him by wrapping both hands around his neck. “Karl is damn right, Kekko. You’re never jealous. It might piss off some people.”

“Does it piss you off?”

“Nah, not like it pisses Karl off, for sure. Before I get to that cute butt, though, I want to fuck my fill with you.” Mouse brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed him, slowly, with plenty of tongue.

It didn’t take him long to feel his dick getting up again. The people around there would surely think they were a bunch of sex addicts. Maybe they were, after so much time apart from each other.

Karl had put on some shorts and he talked quietly to Morgan, both standing, when he and Mouse walked in. As soon as he was inside, Karl threw him a curt look and gestured with his chin. “Put some clothes on you.”

“Are you for real?”

Francesco groaned as Karl’s pointed look left no room for disobeying. Maybe he liked that possessive part of his husband, but Karl could be a bit ridiculous. For now, Francesco wouldn’t give him lip, but later, they had to have a talk about that.

Mouse wasn’t included in the order, it seemed, so the redhead plopped down on the sofa and began stuffing his face. “Good stuff,” he said and licked his fingers. “It really feels like a fucking honeymoon.”

To spite Karl a little, Francesco grabbed a pair of baggy pants and a large t-shirt he liked to sleep in. This way, he was properly covered and surely not sexy at all. However, Karl appeared to approve because he smirked as soon as Francesco was back in the room.

Morgan looked like professionalism incarnate; he didn’t pay him any mind, his whole attention trained on Karl. Mouse was playing with food, now, throwing snacks into the air and catching them with skill.

Francesco was about to sit by his side, when Karl beckoned him to come closer. Then he kissed him, hotly, like Mouse earlier, and pushed him to his knees.

“What the fuck?” Francesco murmured. For a moment, he thought Karl would whip out his cock and have him suck it in front of Morgan, just to assert dominance, but nothing like that happened. Instead, Karl caressed his hair and pressed his head to his thigh, without taking his eyes off his bodyguard. Francesco turned his head slightly to look at Mouse. The redhead shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Did he say anything?” Karl asked Morgan.

“No, he just agreed.”

“Really? He didn’t even ask for the new address?”

Francesco’s ears perked up. What were they talking about?

“He doesn’t need to,” Morgan replied, all matter of fact.

“Of course,” Karl said, and he didn’t sound pleased. “He knows everything already.”

“What’s going on?” Francesco asked. Karl ran his fingers slowly through his hair. It felt pleasant and reassuring.

“We’re not going to live at my old place. It’s too big for just the two of us,” Karl explained.

“We’re going to the suburbs? Picket fences? All that?”

Karl laughed and leaned to kiss him on the forehead. “Not all that. It will still be a little out of the way, you know, for privacy.”

“Is daddy-in-law okay with that?”

Karl looked curtly at Morgan. “He’s quite accommodating.”

“Maybe he wants us out of the limelight. And his hair,” Francesco suggested.

Karl snorted. “Yeah, right. Guess who’ll be the first to come visit.”

Francesco didn’t comment on that. Anything Don did, Karl thought it suspicious, and maybe he was right to do that. Anyways, he liked the idea of living in a smaller place. That meant that the army of personnel that cared for that big ass mansion would be gone, too. After weeks spent there, Francesco was still not used to having so many strangers around.

“Let’s have some fun first, right?” he suggested and got to his feet. He leaned against Karl who wrapped one arm around him. “How about a little orgy?” He challenged the blue gaze when his husband tried to stare him down. “Nothing wrong with looking at others.”

“Who are these others?” Karl asked.

Francesco pointed with his chin at Morgan. “Let Morgan live a little, too. I get it that you don’t want to fuck Mack for me. But I bet that twink can blow Morgan’s mind.” A smirk on top of that, and a look at the bodyguard, and he could tell the guy had a sudden need to touch his crotch.

Karl tipped his chin and forced his eyes back on him. “How much cock do you really need, Cesco? I’m thinking of putting you back on that dildo diet of yours.”

“Don’t be an asshole. I just want to have fun.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Francesco knew a challenge when he saw one. “Oh, yeah,” he confirmed.

Karl hiked him up in his arms, catching his butt from underneath and causing him to wrap both his arms and legs around him for balance. Like that, they walked across the room, to the sofa, where Karl put him down but without letting go. They were kissing and humping through their clothes, while Francesco’s head lay on Mouse’s lap.

“Will you let Morgan fuck that twink?” Francesco asked in a heated voice. “And Mouse?”

Karl nuzzled his neck and grabbed hold of his right nipple underneath the oversized t-shirt, squeezing hard. “That what the whore in you wants? A porn show?”

“Yeah, exactly that,” Francesco replied, not minding the insult. Because he was a whore, Karl wanted him that much, no matter what he kept running his mouth about.

“Then let’s give my whore of a husband a porn show, why not?” Karl promised in a heated voice. “Morgan,” he called without tearing his eyes away from Francesco, “see where that twink is and get him here. Then,” he added, boring his eyes into Francesco’s, “give him some hard dick so that we can please Cesco.”

“Don’t be rude.” Francesco pulled at Karl’s hair. “Ask Morgan if he’d like to fuck him.”

Karl threw him an exasperated look. “Why don’t you ask him? You’re the guy with all the ideas.”

Morgan winked at him when their eyes met, and the next moment, the bodyguard was out the door.

“Where does that leave me?” Mouse asked, stroking his cock lazily and using it to tap Francesco’s cheek from time to time.

To his surprise, Karl angled his head and Mouse moved in for a kiss. If he looked close enough, there was something about how those two kissed. Like it was a battle, and they did it just for a re-match. They tore away from each other with a loud smack.

“Fuck that twink, too,” Karl said shortly.

Francesco didn’t mind when his pants were pushed down, and his t-shirt was ripped away from his body. “Hey, I liked that,” he protested.

“It was an old rag. You don’t need it anymore,” Karl said. “Now get my dick wet before I start railing your ass.”

It was a weird position to give a blowjob, but Francesco didn’t mind it. Mouse helped him up, while laughing, and put pressure on the back of his head so that he could take Karl’s cock down to the hilt. Karl adjusted his position so that he could go deeper, and soon enough, Francesco felt his cock getting hard all the way, and Mouse’s hand on it, rough but gentle. The redhead pushed his own cock against his cheek, leaving wet trails behind, and making Francesco mad with want, as the familiar scent of precum juice hit his nostrils.