“Is that what’s been bothering you?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve been acting strange ever since we left New York this last time. Doyoumiss it?”
I let the shushing of the ocean as it caressed the sand fill my ears, wash my thoughts, before I replied. “I’ve been wondering what’ll happen when we find Greco. I mean…what will happen with…us.” We were getting closer to the boardwalk then and the stink of Axe body spray and weed coming from under it made us veer away and begin walking back the way we’d come.
“We find Greco,” Angelo said, “we make him squeal—maybe to that Garcia woman, you seem to like her for some reason—and then we get on with our lives. No more running, no more hiding.”
My feet were sinking lower into the sand as we got closer to the shoreline, and there was a wet sucking sensation as we walked. We’d have to roll up our pants if we went any further, so we stopped there, looking out at the dark ocean.
“Get on with our lives,” I repeated. “What does that mean, exactly?”
Angelo gave one of his expressive shrugs that I couldn’t completely see, but could feel as he tugged on my hand. “Whatever we want it to, Bax. WhatIwant, if that’s what you’re asking, is to be with you. How that happens, what it looks like—on those things, I plan to stay flexible.” He gave my hand a comforting squeeze and my heart warmed. “Now—you wanna go to the pier? Eat some cotton candy? Ride a rollercoaster?”
“Nope,” I said. “I want you inside me.”
“You do, huh? Then what the hell are we waiting for?” Angelo broke suddenly, running backwards and pulling me with him. “Come on, kid, pick up those feet!”
Laughing, we ran together back up the beach.
Chapter Six
Back at the hotel, Angelo set another cockroach bait trap under the bed—we’d found this a useful practice during our time on the run—while I prepped and showered. When I came out, he was lying naked on the bed, stroking his cock idly. It was as elegant as he was, and I paused in the bathroom doorway to watch him for a moment.
We fucked a lot, Angelo and me. Alot. At first I’d thought it was standard New Relationship Energy, limerence, that excitement of being with someone you love and desire and knowing they love and desire you right back. When we’d first met, Angelo had a lot of barriers built up around sex and the enjoyment of it, but they came crashing down fast, and I’d been more than happy to help him demolish them. As time went on, our sex life only got better as we explored together, and the frequency stayed about the same.
There were some days, even now, where we’d spend whole mornings or afternoons in bed, ignoring time as we found solace in each other.
Part of it was the constant stress, I thought sometimes, revving up our sex drives. Part of it was the fact that you couldn’t be in close quarters with someone who looked like Angelo Messina without wanting to worship his body constantly.
“You ever think maybe we spend too much time in bed?” I asked now, as I echoed his actions and began stroking myself as I stood there looking at him.
Angelo gave a happy sigh as he watched me right back. I wasn’t the only one with a voyeuristic bent.
“No, I donot,” he said emphatically. “Get over here. I want to suck on that for a while.” He nodded at my dick.
I crossed the room, my cock bouncing as I walked, and crawled up over him until it was wagging in his face. “No,” he said again, cupping my balls in one hand and testing their weight, “if anything, we don’t spendenoughtime doing this. When I die, I don’t want to regret all the times I didn’t make love to you.”
“Don’t talk about dying,” I said, catching my breath as his tongue curled around my flesh. “You’re not going to die. Ever. Not if I get any say in it. Oh myGod, I do love the way you suck me.”
He smiled around my dick and pulled back for a moment to spread his saliva down my shaft. “I’m a lot closer to the grave than you are, kid. When you get to my age, you’ll want to spend most of your time doing this, too. Guaranteed.”
“When I get to your age,” I began, and then groaned as he grabbed my asscheeks and pulled me firmly into his mouth, “Fuck. When I get to your age,we’llstill be doing this.”
He pulled off in a long suck, letting my cock pop out of the ring of his lips and bob there as he contemplated it. “I certainly plan to,” he told me, looking up into my face as he stretched out his tongue again to my cockhead.
I leaned against the wall behind the bed and let him tease me like that for a long time, his fingers playing with my ass as he did, pressing into me and opening me up. He reached for the lube, then thrust his fingers back inside me to find my most sensitive place. His fingers massaged and teased, dragging sounds out of me, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I heard myself begging. “Pleasefuck me.”
He took his fingers out of my ass and my dick out of his mouth. “Ask me again,” he said roughly, and I knew then he was just as horny as I was.
“Fuck me, Angelo.”
I think he was as surprised as I was by the desperation in my voice. “I’ll fuck you, alright.” He pushed me off gently so that I bounced onto the bed, horizontal across it. “How do you want it?” he asked, kneeling up over me, his hand playing along his lube-glistening cock.
I was on my back, looking up at him, and I opened my legs in response, pulling them up with hands under my bent knees. He pulled me around on the bed so that he was between my legs, looking down at me, and I saw his cock spill a clear trickle as he ran his eyes over me. I knew he liked seeing me that way: sweat beading on my pecs, my muscles bunching under my skin as I pulled my legs higher, my ass open and ready for him.
