These days, I wasn’t his fan. I was merelyhis, and he was mine, our hearts tied to each other along with our fates. We were a team in private and in public, and we’d learned how to best work with each other in and out of the bed. We had one purpose and we were moving toward it.
Find Donnie Greco. Make him talk. Clear our names.
But the closer we got to our end goal, the more ambivalent I felt about it. There was that part of me that didn’t want to find the man at all. The part that wanted to keep living like this, day to day, on the run, where the only considerations we had were where we’d lay our heads at night, and whether Angelo would top or I would.
We’d been living in our own world for so long, writing our own script. What would happen when we found Greco, when that story came to a close?
Angelo shifted slightly and I hugged him closer, willing him back into deep sleep. My heart was beating fast against him, painfully fast, and I gripped him even tighter as a strange fear overtook me. He turned in my arms, his hand shooting out to the nightstand for his gun. “What is it?” he murmured.
“Nothing,” I whispered. “Nothing. Sorry I woke you.”
His muscles relaxed and he turned onto his back. “Can’t sleep?” he guessed.
I’d had trouble sleeping for a while, since even before we’d been in New York. I grunted an affirmative, and felt Angelo’s hand sliding up my thigh.
“Let’s fix that,” he said confidently, and the bedside light came on.
I groaned, throwing an arm up to cover my eyes. “Oh, yeah,that’llhelp.” Angelo gave a soft chuckle and I felt a feather-light graze against my cock. I peeked over my arm, blinking in the light, and watched his fingers curl around my flesh. “That,” I said, “actuallymighthelp.”
Angelo propped himself up on one elbow. The man had an almost uncanny ability to be immediately, suddenly awake and ready for action—of any kind. I assumed his hyper-alertness was a side effect of life in the Mob. I’d started to pick up the habit as well during our time on the road. But right then, despite my insomnia, that first touch made my body sink back into the bed, relaxed and pliant—except for my dick, which was growing harder in Angelo’s warm palm.
“You know something I’ve noticed?” Angelo murmured, as we both watched him tease me to full stiffness.
“Mm? What?”
“Move up a little.” He let go of me, and my cock slumped across my thigh as though seeking out his hand again. But I did as he directed me, following him as he rearranged the pillows and shifted higher on the bed, then pulled me on top of him, opening my legs across his. My ass was wedged against his crotch, and I wriggled a little to open my cheeks around his cock, which was rapidly catching up to mine in hardness.
“Good boy,” Angelo said. My cock jumped at his approval, and he grasped it again with a murmur of appreciation in my ear.
“What have you—” I broke off as his thumb rubbed over my slit and spread the first bead of my arousal under the rim of my crown. “Fuck.” I squirmed against him in pleasure.
“You like that,” he observed, amused.
“YeahI do. What have you noticed?”
“I have noticed,” he said slowly, teasingly at my ear, “that you get off much harder when you can see what’s going on.”
I let out a moan of approval. “Hence the light?”
“Hence the light. Now stop talking, Babyface. I want to see how fast I can get you back to sleep.”
I expected a vigorous jerk-off after that, but Angelo was much more skillful. He jacked me off in long, twisting strokes, making me spit in his hand as needed, or to taste my pre-cum as it dripped over his fingers. He was right, too: the sight of his hand on me was just as exciting as feeling it. His other hand teased at my nipples, held my hips still when I tried to pick up the pace, and, when I got close, began stroking through the hair on my belly, feeling my breath as it quickened, holding me close to him as I strained in his hand and exploded, my cum shooting back up toward my chest.
He worked me through the aftershocks until I begged him to stop, twitching and twisting away from him, laughing at the same time, and he finally let me go.
The endorphins were still coursing through me as I crawled down the bed and sucked him into my mouth.
“You don’t have to,” he said, but I could see his pupils wide with desire, brilliant in the yellow glow from the table lamp.
“I know I don’t have to,” I said, after the first long, firm suck. He caught his breath. “But if there’s one other thing that’ll help me relax, it’s the taste of your cum in my mouth.”
I kept my eyes on his face while I blew him, testing out new tricks with my tongue, giving different levels of suction. He had his favorites, though, and I knew them well. I took him up to the edge and kept him there for several minutes, until he’d had enough.
“You want it, kid?” he asked, his voice low and thick. “Thentakeit.” He put his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me down even further on his cock, and I was rewarded with a hot, salty flood straight into my throat.
“I love you,” he whispered after, when we were tangled up together and I was, exactly as he’d planned, drifting off to sleep.
“I know,” I mumbled back. “Love you, too.”
