I moaned as he used me for his pleasure. I dug my fingers into his thighs, drawing him closer to me, urging him on. My mouth watered as the first bitter, salty drops of precum hit my tongue. When my gaze drifted up Tony's body, I couldn't resist running a hand over his tight stomach, pressing harder with every muscle contraction as I sucked him fast and hard. The way he stared down at me, there was no mistaking his half-smile and hooded lids for anything other than love.
We'd loved one another for a lifetime, but I knew with certainty both of us were fallingin lovenow.
"Fuck Enzo, don't stop baby... Please... Oh yeah... Fuck," he rambled. The endearments kept rolling off his tongue before he grunted, tossed his head back, and spilled down my throat.
I sucked down as much as I could, dragging a finger across my stubbled chin to gather the cum that had escaped. Tony watched me as I stood, pulling my hand to his mouth, cleaning his spend from my fingers. Fuck, that was hot.
"I take it you approve of my plan to keep you from obsessively watching the oven?" I quipped, watching as Tony hiked up his shorts and tucked himself away. He gaped at me, shaking his head. I'd done the impossible; I'd rendered Tony speechless.
Over dinner, we chatted about the latest happenings at Marino's. Sometimes, I resented being the behind-the-scenes guy, but I knew I wasn't cut out for being one of the faces of our family business. When I'd admitted to Frankie I wasn't interested in staying on after college, wasting my degree waiting tables for the sake of carrying on tradition, he didn't argue with me. He'd suggested I use what I'd learned in school to help grow and revitalize the business after decades of “if it ain't broke, don't fix it.” It was a lot of pressure, but I felt a sense of pride every time I walked in to check on things and saw the tables full of smiling customers.
The one topic we very carefully avoided was what we'd done while dinner cooked, or rather, what I'd done to Tony. To me, it felt like we'd broken down another barrier in our relationship, and although it was a huge moment, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Until a little while ago, I'd relied on Max's guidance. Fooling around with Tony without him there was amazing, but I was having a hard time figuring out what Tony thought of it all. He was quiet and contemplative, which was out of character for him. Every time I opened my mouth to ask if he was okay with me spontaneously going down on him in the middle of the day, he quickly changed the subject. By the time our plates were cleaned, I was almost convinced I'd made a huge mistake.
"Sit, I'll take care of loading the dishwasher since you saved dinner," Tony offered, pulling me back down to the couch.
"You had a long day at the restaurant. I can handle it," I argued. Both of the guys had very physical jobs which often left me feeling like the lazy one in the apartment. Every day, they had to get up and run around at work while I sat on my ass at home, but I knew better than to say that to either of them. The few times I'd put off work to take care of cleaning up, they'd both pointed out my job was just as important as theirs, and I shouldn't make light of it because I didn't have to battle traffic or deal with customers on a daily basis.
"Enzo, seriously, I've got it." Tony pursed his lips and glared at me, but I doubted he was actually upset. In fact, he looked ridiculous once he propped his hands on his hips, waiting for me to argue further. "Find something for us to watch or load up a game. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Playing a game was the safer option. It was obvious Tony didn't want to talk about what had happened, and I wasn't sure I was ready to hear what he'd say if I pushed him. The longer he avoided the topic, the more convinced I became he'd gotten more than he bargained for, and he only wanted to be with me when Max was there with us.
Yeah, getting lost on the next great quest in our game sounded like the way to go.
I fired up the game and got it loading. I was even a good brother and gave him the better controller, despite the fact the buttons on the one I was using were jacked up because he somehow thought the harder you mashed on them, the faster you would attack.
For almost an hour, we raided in near silence, only talking when it was absolutely necessary for game strategy. When Tony finally spoke, it was so quietly I almost missed his question.
"You really used to think about this when we were kids?" He never glanced my direction, his attention focused entirely on the next leg of the quest.
"Is that weird?" My shoulders tensed, and I scooted deeper into the corner of the couch. If I tried hard enough, maybe I'd disappear into the cushions and wouldn't have to admit any of this to him.
"Maybe, but I suppose I get it."
"You do?" Tony shrugged, confusing me even more. "You don't get to say something like that then just clam up."
I tossed my controller on the floor, turning to face Tony. He'd opened this door, so I was sure as hell going to sneak my way through it. "If it makes sense to you that I used to wish we weren't brothers because I liked you in ways I shouldn't, maybe you could explain it to me because I'veneverbeen able to make sense of it."
Tony tried in vain to beat the next pack of monsters, quickly getting his ass handed to him without my help. Realizing I wasn't going to play until we talked, he set his controller next to mine and got comfortable on the opposite end of the couch. While I curled up in a ball at my end, he stretched out, pushing his feet under my legs, wiggling his toes until I looked up at him.
"Okay, so yeah, to most people it's probably fucked up, but I'm not most people," he pointed out. "We've always been together. When we were younger, Mama had to fight to get either of us to sleep in our own beds because we slept better when we were curled up next to one another. It's the whole natural progression thing."
"How do you figure?" I'm sure whatever he was saying made sense in his head, but in typical Tony fashion, the words coming out of his mouth were confusing as hell.
Tony reached out to me, dragging me to his side of the couch, spreading his legs for me to settle between. His arms wound around my torso, hands gliding under the hem of my T-shirt. I sucked in a sharp breath as he dipped the tip of one finger into my navel. I had no clue why that turned me on the way it did, but suddenly, I was hard and resisting the urge to beg him to touch me. But it wasn't what either of us needed right now. Sex, I was finding out, was the easy part. It was everything else that was a struggle.
"Take right now for example," he said, bending down to press his lips to my neck. "Maybe this is supposed to be strange or forbidden, but it doesn't feel like any of that. When we were kids, we'd cuddle up on the couch to watch movies. And it was okay. Well, so is this to me. And, if it helps, I wondered what it'd be like too."
I shifted as much as I could in his hold, needing to see his face, looking for any indication he was placating me. I saw nothing but sincerity. "Seriously?"
"Yeah." His voice was little more than a whisper. "You've always been my person. Part of why I've never settled down with anyone is they never compared to you, and I didn't want to fight with someone because they were jealous of the time I was spending with you. But mostly, it was because they weren't you."
Well hell.I sank back against Tony's chest and closed my eyes, absorbing the warmth from his body. Allowing myself to just feel. "Damn, now I feel bad for all the times we've teased you about being horrible with your words."
"Don't. I still suck most of the time."
I placed my hand over his. "I think I can speak for Max when I say that's one thing both of us like about you."
Tony pinched my nipple, drawing out another moan. "Brat. Now, quit stalling. I want to hear all the dirty fantasies you whipped up about me when we were younger."
