23. Dante
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
dante
N ever in my life have I been more confused. Bianca is the most incredible person I have ever met, but every single step forward with her is like running through barbed wire naked. It’s only been a few days and my emotions have been through the fucking ringer. Gio isn’t in love with me. Is he? I have to get to the bottom of it before I can even consider being with Bianca. I had to leave. I had to get away from her. It scares the absolute shit out of me that as soon as she told me what she thought about Gio… I realized that I might actually have some fucked up feelings in return.
I never really thought of it before, but there was always this little glimmer of excitement when I knew I had to share a shower with him. What is wrong with me?
When I get back home, I sit in my car for ten minutes before I muster the strength to confront Gio.
I bust through the door and right to his room.
“Back so soon, huh? Come to tell me I was right?” He snides as I barge in.
“No. I need to you be honest with me. For once, don’t fucking bullshit me Gio.”
“Well, Dante. Unlike you, I am always honest with you . I never keep anything from you .”
“Okay, then tell me. How long have you been in love with me?” I ask him, point blank.
He scoffs and looks away. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You, in love, with me. Not like a brother but a… lover or… something. I don’t know what to call it but I know you do. So just tell me, how long?” I demand, getting closer to him.
“Back the fuck off, Dante. I’m not in the mood to deal with your fucking bullshit right now.” He pushes me.
I push him back. “Then get in the mood, fucker. We ARE having this conversation. We have to have this conversation. And we have to have it now.”
He turns away.
“Look at me!” I yell, pushing his shoulder to try and spin him.
He grabs my hand and twists it behind my back, putting me in a hold I can’t easily break out of.
“How long!?” I shout, asking him again.
“Fuck you!” He responds, still holding my wrist tight behind my back.
“HOW LONG!” I scream, turning to face him over my shoulder.
He lets go of me, and I spin quickly to face him.
“DAMMIT GIO, HOW LONG!?” I grab his shirt and twist it in my hand, pulling him within inches of my face.
“Since we were twelve, okay. Is that what you want me to say?” His voice breaks and I hold him there as I see tears start to fall from his eyes. This is the second time I have seen him cry in thirty years. The other time was at his grandmothers funeral. His Nona was basically the only person in the family that actually gave a shit about him, so it hit him hard when she died.
I hold him there. Staring into his wet eyes and feeling mine start to mirror.
“Why didn’t you talk to me, man?” I spit out, trying to keep the wallowing in my voice to a minimum.
“What’s there to talk about? That I’m fucked up beyond belief and in love with my brother? In what world is that something I could have just casually discussed with you? Why are you doing this? Why are you making me do this, man?” His tears turn to sobs, and I realize I’m still holding him by the collar.
I let go and stand there. Still saying nothing but just staring at him through the tears in my eyes. I decided if we were going to put this all on the table anyway, I have to…
I grab his face with both hands and pull him close, leaning my forehead against his.
“Gio. Why didn’t you talk to me? It’s…” My voice breaks through the tears. “It’s just you and me, right?” I finish.
“You and me.” He repeats, trying to hold back his cries.
I take a deep breath and tip his head up. I lean in, locking my lips on his. It wasn’t calculated. It wasn’t sensible. It wasn’t premeditated. But it felt right in the moment. It felt like something that was building for a lifetime.
We stand there, swapping tongues, biting lips, kissing passionately. His hands grab at my shirt and tug. I let him strip it off, continuing to kiss as we move. I take his shirt off in return. I start to walk, still locked at the lips but backing him up with my movement. We reach the bed and I push him back onto it. I’m now on top of him, straddling him and hunched down to keep kissing his sweet mouth. His beard is rough against my face and it tickles. It was a feeling I didn’t know I would like but my cock has never been harder. I can feel his cock, just as hard through his sweatpants. I slide down, letting our dicks rub together with only the thin fabric between them.
I let all other thoughts leave my head. Right now, all I am thinking about is Gio.
He reaches down and grabs my bulge, sliding his hands up and down the ridges. He unbuttons and unzips my jeans, sliding his hand under my boxers to get a full grip on my dick. I moan when his rough hand glides across my skin. I reach down his sweats returning the favor and grabbing his massive cock. I’ve obviously been aware of his huge size for a long time but I never fantasized about it until this second.
“God, that thing is fucking massive.” I can’t help but say as I barely get my hand around it.
He smiles and leans up to keep kissing me. I help him get my pants down and I kick them to the floor. I stand up a bit just to get them off my ankles and then rip his pants off him in a hard yank. I push him back on the bed and kiss down his chest, feeling his chest hair on my lips.
“I’ve never…” I start to say but he stops me.
“I know. Me too.” He reassures me. This is something new to both of us but it was something that felt completely okay. It felt natural.
I try to think about the hundreds of blow jobs I’ve received in my life and the things that I like girls to do. I open my mouth as wide as I can and put his tip inside. I taste the salty precum on my tongue as it starts to move further down my throat. The saliva starts to produce and help gently move his cock deeper and deeper. I spit and continue, sucking and gagging as my reflexes respond to a very new sensation.
“Oh, fuck.” He moans. Letting me know I’m doing something right.
I keep going, trying to keep my throat relaxed but fighting a gag. I feel the heave as I start to lose the battle and he lifts my head. I smile and flick my tongue up and down his shaft and then around his tip, licking his dick hole as I make my way around.