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Trouble in Paradise
Aleksa
I was so messed up, I wanted to scream.
Six weeks of rest, well, four and a half if we counted the eleven days since that bastard broke my ribs.
The pain was a bitch, but Andrey”s attitude was even worse. He went from licking my knob to not touching me with the gardener”s rake. Well, unless he had to help me.
The damn son of Russia moved to the couch. To the couch! Arguing that he was afraid he”d hit me and break another two ribs with his elbow.
What he really feared was that I”d break his ass, or his heart, because he wasn”t fooling me. I hope a spring sticks right up his hole.
What he really feared was that I’d break his ass, or his heart, because he wasn’t fooling me. I wished a spring would pierce right through his hole.
The blond was in a terrible mood, taciturn, and if he was previously sparing with words, now he must have been on economy mode because, no matter how much I provoked him, he let out nothing more than grunts.
The worst part was that I couldn’t control my pulse from racing when he brought me breakfast or helped me with my hygiene. That was the worst. Wasn’t pain supposed to decrease my libido? Well, my dick was like a concrete beam prop.
Even though he didn”t sleep with me, Andrey’s scent was impregnated in the sheets, the curtains, and my damn brain, which conspired with my balls to keep them hard without the need for boiling water. I had images of our encounters playing over and over, like one of those silly reels you can”t stop watching.
And being locked up didn’t help. The hours dragged on too slowly, and the days even more so. No matter how much the guys, or Romeo, tried to distract me, my life was a damn hell with its own name.
How long had it been since I’d fallen for a guy like this? I didn’t even know if it had ever happened before. Normally, I’d fuck and that was it, but this level of obsession was turning me into a damn perverted stalker.
I know what I”m about to say is filthy and mentally sick to the level of a hundred out of ten, but I was so desperate that I did the impossible to get close to the laundry basket and steal one of the white shirts Andrey used to sleep in, which he had left behind. And right now, I was jerking off while sniffing it like a maniac.
That was my fucking level of desperation.
My hand was slick with baby oil and a damn sweaty shirt wrapped around my nose.
My abs contracted from the pleasure and then I could see all the way to Pluto. That was enough to kill my hard-on when I was on the edge. I couldn”t just pass out or die drowned by an accumulation of sperm.
I was trying to reach orgasm for the third time when the door opened without warning, and the object of my delirium squinted in the doorway.
I stopped jerking off and tried to shove the shirt under the pillow before he noticed it, although it was too obvious for those hawk-like eyes not to see.
”Are you jacking off with my clothes?”
”Wow, look who”s got their voice back! What price did you pay the sea witch to get it, getting a glimpse of my tackle?”
He snorted at me. I looked him up and down. With that presence, he could blow whatever he wanted, with that mouth he turned me into one of those glowing glass vases shaped between the lips of a skilled artisan.
”Dante came to see you, and I had to come up to get the laundry basket. I didn”t think you”d be...”
”Jerking off like a monkey because you won”t suck me? Well, you see, some of us manage as we can, seeing as the nurse doesn”t want to offer her help.” He closed the door behind him as if my comment could have been heard by anyone.
”Lower your voice.”
I was the first one who didn”t want to come out of the closet, preferring to keep everyone away from my sexuality, but now it annoyed me that Andrey closed the door, ashamed of having had whatever it was with me.
”What”s the matter? Does it piss you off that others know you”ve fucked me until I came with pleasure? Or don”t you want them to find out that the big Russian ice block melts with desire for someone like this? Even though he won”t admit it, of course.” I waved the erection that was still reasonably decent.
His eyes flashed, though the words didn”t match that fiery glint.
”I”ve already told you what I came for.”
I was angry, he still gave me no opening, not even to argue. Well, I was starting to get fed up, so I didn”t care if he felt like biting his tongue, because that was a fucking bore! Was he here for the dirty clothes? Great, because I was going to give them to him. I pulled out his shirt, grumpy.
”Take the basket and don”t forget this,” I argued, passing it over my cock. ”It”s a bit oily and smells like burnt dick.” I took the opportunity and threw it at his face.
”Are you fucking stupid or what?” The blond pulled the garment off his face, angrily balled it up, and came over to my bed side. ”Oil doesn”t come off that easily!”
”No shit, well then we”re even, the stains from my dick won”t leave your shirt, just like you won”t leave my mind, my body, or any part of my organism. You”re all my desires.”
I was hoping he”d admit he felt the same, that he was acting like an idiot by putting a distance I hadn”t asked for. I wanted him to accept that, like it or not, we were attracted to each other and that it probably didn”t just end there and that”s why he was terrified to sleep with me.
Andrey stood there, stiff as a rock, with those pair of blue eyes that made me want to dive into them. He clenched the shirt in his fist, while his chest rose and fell inside that armor full of muscles and tendons.
”Forget us,” he whispered.
”I can”t,” I confessed.
”Well, you have to.”
”Why? What”s wrong? Tell me, let me understand what”s blocking you. And don”t tell me it”s because we barely count it, or because you want to focus on work and keep Koroleva safe, because I don”t believe you.”
I saw him hesitate between speaking or remaining silent. Finally, he spoke with his back to me, heading to throw the garment with the rest of the dirty laundry.
”I”m not your man. I have nothing for you, nor do I have anything else to say.”
If the pain had allowed, I would have stood up and shown him in a thousand different ways.
”Well, I think you do. What happens is that, no matter how cold you are, when you”re near me, you melt, and that”s why you can”t stand the idea of continuing to share a mattress with me, because you”d end up being a fucking lake for me to dive into. Because, whether you like it or not, I am your sin and you were born to sin.”
His back was so stiff I could have snapped it in two with a sharp blow.
”You sound like a cheap preacher and I”ve long stopped believing,” he muttered without looking at me. ”Dante is out there, so you”ll know if you want to greet him with your dick out for his last rites. Have a good time.”
”Andrey, damn it, Andrey! Look at me!” He didn’t care that I called or that I pleaded, because he walked out the door without giving me a few seconds to cover my embarrassments.
Dante peeked his head and I felt like jumping up and beating the Russian until I split that thick head open and saw what he buried in it.
”May I?” asked my friend, shaking a pack of beers.
”Come in. You”re sure to give me better conversation than that son of Perestroika.” The manager of the Angeli dall”inferno bar offered one of his best smiles.
Dante was the typical guy you could imagine cruising down Route 66 on a Harley. His appearance was so tough that if he crossed paths with a family mother, she might make the sign of the cross, clutch her purse, or change sidewalks. He looked intimidating, however, beneath that long hair and thick beard was a joker and the most loyal of friends. It didn”t matter that he was capable of doing things that scared most people, like all of us.
”Your little friend doesn”t seem to be at his best, maybe you should find another to heat up your cock,” he admitted sarcastically.
Dante had realized what was going on between Andrey and me from the day at the club. There was no need to ask him to keep quiet, because he was the embodiment of discretion. He had no prejudices and didn”t meddle in such matters because Dante was on my team. We had never gotten intimate, I hadn”t slept with him, he wasn”t my type, nor did he play in the same league as me. He was more into leather, whips, and bears.
He set the beers on the bedside table and opened a couple.
”As if it were that easy,” I admitted. ”Do me a favor and let”s talk about something else. What”s new with you?”
”I was thinking of distracting you for a while, but since you”re asking...”
”Shoot,” I urged him, knowing something was up, it was obvious by the way he twirled the bottle in his hands.
”I”m worried, sugar sales have dropped fifteen percent, and I don”t want to worry the boss, he”s got enough on his plate with the Russian pearl.” We called coke ”sugar” because there was nothing more addictive than the sweet. His comment worried me.
”Fifteen percent is a lot.”
”Yeah, the damn Chinese are undercutting costs, selling like it”s fucking AliExpress.”
”Do you mean their product is of poor quality?”
”No. I mean that if they continue at this rate, I see us putting our asses on a roundabout. Some of our best clients are opting to buy from them and the quality is more than acceptable.” I drank from the beer bottle.
”Who supplies them?”
”We don”t know; we”re working on it.” Dante settled into one of the chairs. ”Have you heard the latest gossip? That Miss Wang was actually Mr. Cheng?”
”Yes, Romeo told me the day before yesterday. What a mess, we had him right in our hands without knowing it...”
”Giulio”s men, Salvatore”s, the Russian”s, and ours are combing the entire area looking for him. What I don”t understand is why you and Andrey were kidnapped. It doesn”t make sense...”
”I don”t understand it either, it doesn”t add up. If someone had survived, we could have asked them.”
”I don”t know. All of this doesn”t fit. What does the Russian say?”
”It doesn”t add up for her either...”
”She”s got the boss by the balls,” Dante chuckled. ”The other day he was at the bar and I saw him quite affected. Luckily, Irene cheered him up.” I furrowed my brow, unaware that she and R had met.
What did Dante mean by saying she cheered him up? Had he slept with her? I wasn”t going to pry into their personal affairs; it wasn”t my business who my boss slept with, or if Irene was still offering him consolation prizes.
”Well, what have you thought of to screw over the Chinese business?” Dante smiled at me.
”We need another beer to discuss that.”