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He buries his face into his arm, biting into the sleeve of his maroon blazer. No amount of scolding from his father holds him back from showing bits of his true self on the surface. Nothing about him is dull and simple. The clothes he wears are as complex and loud as he is.
I slip my other hand beneath his balls. They are tight and swollen, begging to be set free. Not yet. He can relieve the pressure later when he's alone in his room thinking of me inside him. It's all we can have after this. It's not enough.
Squeezing lightly with one hand, I continue to drive the other one inside him. His breaths are heavy and I breathe in deeply, eager to capture each one. Falling apart in front of me, he closes his eyes and tears streak his cheeks. His soft whimpers tear through my heart and I have to remind myself what I'm doing here—teaching him a lesson.
“Two more minutes. How are you doing?”
“I–I'm sorry, Sir. I won't be careless with strangers anymore, I promise.”
I swipe at his tears, slamming harder against his prostate with my hungry fingers. “I know,pequeño.Lo se.”
He quivers and struggles to stand the last few seconds. I grab on to him tightly, locking my arm around his waist as I stroke him inside. His warmth engulfs me and the hold he has on my fingers is so strong it takes all my will to pull away. He sags against the wall and I carefully remove the band. It slides easy around his wrist and I kiss his back before slowly sliding up his pants.
He grits his teeth as I tuck him in and zip up his pants. “Don't worry. It'll go down soon.”
“Can I—”
“No.” I spin him around and lead him into my arms. I wrap them tightly around him, running my fingers through his hair and down his back. His hard cock nudges against my thigh and I smile because it was all my doing. He was soft when I found him with the other man in the stall. He wasn't the one Enrico wanted.
If he was, we'd both be better off for it. Only it's not the reality we are left with.
“When you get home and are alone in your bed.”
“I want you to be there with me.” He rubs his wet face over my neck.
“Pretend I am then.” Every part of me aches and it's no longer because I'm worried about betraying my best friend. It's because I don't want to lose the trust of his son.
“Why, when you can come with me? No one has to know.”
“It's not that simple. Someone will always be lurking close by. What we are doing now is already risking too much but I had to do it in order to save you from yourself.” I hold him tighter, knowing a part of me will weep when I have to let go.
“Is that the only reason?” I don't miss the uneasiness in his voice.
Sighing into his hair, I press a kiss to his head. “I'll see you upstairs, and by the time you're done putting yourself back together, I'll have your drink in my hand, waiting for you.”
I leave him sagging against the wall and I don't meet his gaze because I'm worried if I do, neither of us will make it back up to the second floor.
If we do, it won't be alive.
Seven
Enrico
As I'm walking out of the club, my father grabs my arm and stops me from getting into my car.
“Head to the house, Antonio. My son will be riding with me,” he says, leaning into the passenger-side window of the car. His fist pounds the roof and Antonio drives off.
“What's this about?” I ask, aggravation evident in my voice.
“I want to talk to my son. Is that so wrong?” He tilts his head, his dark eyes telling me this has to do with way more than a simple conversation.
“We've talked enough for the day.” I wave my hand in his direction, shifting my eyes to the road.
“That was about work. I feel like I know nothing that goes on in your life when I should.” He steps closer, resting a hand on my shoulder, and I shrug it off. I hate when anyone touches me in places Fernando recently did.
“It's because you've been too busy with your boyfriend to have time for anyone else.” The words are like venom out of my mouth. The bitterness spills out of me too fast for me to take it back. It's not fair. He can go home and climb into bed with the man he loves and I can't. Does he know what he has? Do any of them?
People like him don't know what it's like to have the one person you love more than anything walk away and refuse to look at you when you beg him to stay. That's a gift itself.
