“And you? What do you want?” Othello asked, staring at his once-friend.
“I will follow him to the end,” Luca said, not looking away.
“Very well, I will take his request under consideration,” Othello said after a few moments.
Having nothing else to say, Luca simply nodded and left.
"Want to tell me what that was all about?" Des asked when the door closed behind Luca.
"More game," he said as a simple explanation. "Just promise me you won't see Cassio Ricci anymore."
"I can after I give him his money back."
"Let me do it for you." Othello smirked.
"You're going to cause trouble, aren't you?" Des said, squinting his eyes.
"Just a little." He chuckled.
"I don't believe you."
Othello pulled him into his arms. "Tesoro, I will never lie to you."
"Good."
Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Othello enjoyed the moment, forgetting about everything else as he dragged Des to the couchand made love to him, loving the sounds of his gasps and moans when he buried his cock deep inside of his Tesoro.
SCENE IV
DES
"Idon't want to leave," Des said, wrapping himself up in Othello's arms.
"Then don't. Spend the day with me." Othello buried his face in Des's neck, making him giggle.
"I wish I could, but I need to meet with Erin about my mom." He sighed. "Stop that. I'm trying to be serious." Des playfully slapped Othello on his arm, then wiggled out of his hold.
"Me too."
Othello dived on top of him, holding Des down, and honestly, he didn't put up much of a fight. He enjoyed feeling his lover's strength pressing down on him. Othello snuggled into his chest, and Des circled his arms around him, giving comfort to his man.
"Tell me what's going on," Othello said.
"My dad cheated on my mom, and now they’re getting a divorce." Othello didn't comment or move, which got Des's attention. "You don't seem surprised."
"I'm not. I knew about the mistress, and the son they had together."
Des felt his anger surge and tried to push Othello off him. "Get off me," he growled.
Othello didn't fight him and sat up, looking at him.
"What the hell do you mean you knew?" Des shouted.
"You can't get angry with me–not when I did as you asked," Othello said in an even tone. "You told me you didn't want to know what your father was into, and I'm a man of my word, Des."
"But something as important as my father having a lover and another child is something you could have warned me about," Des yelled. He got off the couch and stomped to the bedroom, grabbing his clothes and angrily pulling them on.
"What are you doing?" Othello asked.
