"You have a problem with that?" Othello walked over and handed him a shirt that looked familiar. It was the one he'd slipped on the last time he was here. "I figure you'd want to wear this."
Des smiled. "Are you trying to recreate our first morning together?" he asked, putting on the garment.
"You're thinking too much." Othello chuckled. "Think about what you want for breakfast while I get cleaned up."
"Okay."
Othello kissed him on the forehead and then went to the bathroom. Des hoped he wasn't imagining it, but it felt like there was a little distance between them. It wasn't what he had expected waking up in the arms of the man he wanted to be with, only to feel rebuffed the next day.
Did I disappoint him last night?Des sat on the bed and hissed, feeling the tenderness on his inner leg.Fuck.He got up, went to the vanity mirror, and looked at his mark, which had a bright red hickey. He remembered Othello sucking on it, making him cum so hard he almost passed out.Could that be why he's so distant? He found out I'm a carrier?
"Have you figured it out?"
He turned when Othello spoke. "Um...something simple."
"Alright."
They walked into the kitchen, and Des sat at the breakfast nook and observed the man making his coffee, wondering if he should bring up the whole carrier thing. He wasn't sure what to say. Besides, if Othello was bothered by it, then he should be the one to say something.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Can't I look at you? You're a handsome man."
Othello smirked, then leaned over, pecking him on his lips. Des hummed, wanting to take the kiss longer, but Othello pulled away. "Since I took a couple of days off, what do you want to do? And please don't say the amusement park."
Des smiled wide. "I knew you took time off for me."
"Fine, since you figured me out, what's the plan?" Othello grumbled.
Des walked over to Othello and wrapped his arms around him from the back. "What if I want to stay indoors and have you make love to me."
Othello turned in his hold and encircled his waist. "As long as that's what you want."
"It is," Des whispered, staring into his handsome picture-perfect face. "Maybe during our breaks, I can draw you."
"That part, Doc, might cost you." Othello smiled.
Cupping the back of his neck, Des brought his face close to Othello's. "I can pay the price you offer."
Othello smirked, tightening his hold on him. "Is that so?" He pressed their mouths together.
Des hummed in their kiss, opening himself up to Othello. He pressed his body flush against the larger one, wanting and needing the man's touch. Just as their kiss deepened, Des's stomach rumbled loudly, breaking the mood.
"Maybe I should feed you before I fuck you," Othello said, breaking their kiss.
"I curse my need for nourishment," he pouted.
"Trust me, for what I have planned, you must eat to keep up your stamina."
After another kiss, Othello returned to making breakfast, and Des grabbed his phone. He noticed he had a call from his friends and his mother. Since the calls weren't back-to-back, he figured he'd return their calls later. Bringing up the news, Des scanned through some of the reports about a robbery here and there, then stopped when he saw an article about a suspicious incident that happened in a warehouse on the west side of the city that happened six months ago. The reporter had been investigating the incident for the past few months and found no clues about what took place. The article stated the police hadn’t gotten any leads and that if anyone had witnessed or heard anything, they should report it to the authorities as soon as possible.
According to the report, gunfire was heard by the cops. When they arrived, the place was empty, and so damaged that it took the cops weeks to figure things out. Other than bullet holes littering the place, they couldn't say what really happened. Des's brow furrowed as he read on.
But if this reporter is free to say, I believe it was about the mob. In recent years, the mafia elements in Verona Heights have been making themselves known. People believe the three heads of the major families died out in the early 1980s, but I believe a new set has taken over and has been working in the shadows for years, and they are more dangerous than the old guards.
"What are you reading so intently?"
Des looked away from his phone, hearing Othello's question. "The news. It was about some shooting in a warehouse that happened some months ago."
