Page 10 of Complications

“You brought him here?”

“Yeah, I wanted to take care of him myself. They’ve put him in the basement.”

“Well, we can’t keep him waiting then. It’s rude.”

Before the words left my mouth, I knew how this would end, but I struggled to find even an ounce of regret. I grabbed a pair of sleep pants from the dresser drawer and slipped on the moccasins that had magically appeared during my stay.

When I left the bedroom, Matteo followed me all the way downstairs until I reached the door leading to the basement. There, I stepped aside and let him take the lead. He took my hand in his and tangled his fingers with mine. We walked downstairs side by side, and he stopped us in front of a nondescript door. He opened it and ushered me inside. Frankie and Joey were already there.

Jasper was zip-tied to a chair that sat on top of an industrial plastic tarp. Behind him was a wall covered in Kevlar pads. He was dressed in a dirty white tank and raggedy boxer shorts.

When he saw me, his face lit up. “Oh my God, Connor. I’ve been so worried about you. When I heard Ralphie skipped town, I thought he took you with him.” Jasper used his tongue to catch the sweat on his upper lip.

I made a noncommittal sound but didn’t respond to Jasper. Instead, I turned to Joey and asked, “If I take out the trash, can you please dispose of it for me?”

Joey looked at Matteo and then back at me before he nodded. I held out my hand to Frankie, and he placed his gun in my palm. I dropped my hand and stood in front of Jasper with the piece dangling at my side. A look of horror overtook him as the full realization of his predicament hit him.

He began to sputter and plead, but I had no intention of listening to his nonsense. I came close to him, raised the weapon, and pulled the trigger. A single small bullet pierced his forehead. The pads behind Jasper were splattered with red blood and gray matter. I returned the gun to Frankie, grabbed Matteo’s hand, and pulled him out of the room.

“C’mon, it’s much too early to be out of bed.”

“You’re right, pup. Let’s go back.”

We walked to the bedroom in silence, but as we got closer, the magnitude of what I’d done washed over me. I sifted through my emotions, looking for a shred of remorse, but there was none. Jasper had taken so much from me that his life seemed a fair trade.

Matteo led me to the bathroom, where we took a silent shower together. We then walked back to the bedroom naked to air dry.

When we reached the bed, I stopped next to it.

“Pup, you okay?”

Rather than answer, I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to mine. I demanded entry and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. His arms wrapped around my torso and held me close. My dick was already hard—as was his—when I wrenched my mouth away. I licked my way down his chest until I found one of his nipples. I took the point into my mouth and suckled hungrily. My teeth plucked it, and Matteo’s slow hiss said I’d hit my target.

“I need to fuck you.”

Matteo didn’t answer but leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube. He tossed them on the bed beside us. “How do you want me, pup?”

My ragged breath caught in my throat. I needed to prove I had some control over my life and that Matteo would allow it. “Get on your knees.”

Matteo captured my mouth in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and messy, with teeth that clanked and lips already puffed from the force. Matteo broke away from my mouth and scooted back on the bed before flipping over to his knees. He dropped his head onto his forearms and presented his ass for me to take.

I stepped forward and traced a finger over his pucker displayed before me. I followed the crack of his ass with my tongue. His low moan had me reversing and repeating the motion. After a few passes, I settled my mouth against his hole. I used my tongue to tease the edge, and then I fucked him with it to loosen the ring of muscles that kept me from his core. I mimicked the pounding I was about to give him until Matteo chanted my name. When I’d reduced him to nothing more than babbled nonsense, I used lube to grease my finger and inserted it into his tight channel.

“Baby, you gotta fuck me. I don’t need prep. Just put your dick in me.”

As much as I wanted to fuck Matteo, I didn’t want to hurt him. “Hush, love. I’ll take care of you.”

Matteo’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a low moan, told me we were hurtling toward the same cliff. After a few thrusts, I eased a second finger in to loosen him more. My fingers scissored inside him, but when I curled them and found that magic spot, he keened.

“Pup, I swear to God, I’m going to fuck myself if you don’t get your dick inside me right now.”

My soft laugh was the only response, but I did position myself behind him. I opened the condom package, suited up my dick, and then slathered on more lube. I dribbled a little more slick down the crack of his ass and spread it around his hole. With the shortened prep, I wanted to make it as easy as possible for him.

I rolled my hips against his ass with my dick nudging against his pucker. His incoherent grunts and moans only got louder when I lined up the head of my dick against him and slowly entered his ass.

“Fuck, pup, I need all of you.”

I inched forward until I was fully seated against him and waited for him to get used to my presence. His channel squeezed my dick, and it was all I could do not to shoot my load.