Scene I
SCENE I
OTHELLO
H e's so arousing and sensitive, Othello thought . Why did I fight myself all these weeks?
Othello leaned back and quickly helped Des out of his shirt, throwing it to the side. He trailed a finger on Des's chest, circling each of his nipples, pleased with how flushed his skin was, his breathy moans, and his dilated, needy eyes looking back at him. Leaning down, Othello captured his lips, groaning at Des's delicious taste. He reached between them and then unbuttoned and unzipped Des's jeans, pushing them and his underwear down below his ass. He palmed the doctor's hard, weeping cock, deepening their kiss and capturing his whimpers as he rubbed against his shaft and balls.
Each time, he would dip a finger lower, lightly grazing his perineum, aiming for his hole. Although he’d asked, Othello didn't plan on fucking Des tonight. As much as he wanted to be buried cock and balls deep inside of Des, he didn't want to rush things. Taking a man's virginity took finesse, and not to brag, but he had a big dick. Not to mention he liked fucking his partners three or four times, making them cum as many times or more until they were both satisfied. His ex needed at least two days' rest before he could get out of bed.
"Oh, Othello," Des breathed against his mouth. He widened his legs as far as they would go, allowing access to his hole. "Need to c..."
Othello hummed, knowing what Des wanted, but not yet. Othello enjoyed bringing his partners to the edge. Hearing their frustrated moans, begging and pleading to let them cum, brought a lot of pleasure to him.
"So eager," Othello said, kissing his way down Des's body.
"I've waited too long for this," Des told him.
"I'll make you feel good, baby," he said, moving down Des's body. He pulled himself off, then glided his hands up and down the man's toned legs.
Othello gazed into Des's lust-filled eyes that resembled sparkling emeralds, surrounded by long, thick, wet lashes. But he wanted to see them dripping with tears.
"Pull your legs to your chest and hold them there," Othello ordered as he stood from the bed and took off his shirt, smiling when he saw Des grew even hungrier. "Are you hungry, baby?"
"You know I am, so don't tease me," Des answered, widening his legs. "So come and feed me."
"When did you get so mouthy?" Othello chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his erection. Grasping it, he jerked his cock, pushing his pants down to his ankles and watching the doctor's eyes brighten at the sight of his erect member. He stood straight, palming from root to tip, using his precum as lubrication.
"I want," Des said, licking his lips.
"What do you want?" Othello's voice was thick with arousal.
"To taste, to feel, to suck."
"Turn around," he ordered. Des didn't ask questions. Releasing his legs, he flipped around, his head hanging a little off the edge of the bed and in the position Othello wanted, between his legs with his cock sitting on his lips. "Do you know how to suck dick?"
"No, but I know you can teach me."
Othello dragged the head of his cock over Des's lips. "Open your mouth." Des opened his mouth, and Othello fed the head of his cock into his mouth; he couldn't help the guttural moan that escaped. It felt so damn good. So wet and warm. Des swirled his tongue around the tip of Othello's cock, then wrapped his lips around it, taking in a little more. Othello wouldn't push Des to take him all tonight, but he couldn't stop cupping his face as Des moved his head up and down, leaving trails of saliva on his shaft. If this were his first time, he'd not be so bad, but Othello would help him improve.
"Open widener and stick out your tongue." Othello liked that Des was so obedient.
Othello pushed half of his cock in and out of those sweet hot lips and wet mouth, pushing more in with each stroke. "Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so damn good," he moaned, using Des's mouth any way he wanted but remembering he had to take things slowly. Des groaned around his cock, and Othello's knees almost buckled, causing him to pull out and step back, gasping.
Des sat up and looked at him with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. "Was I terrible? You didn't cum."
Othello cupped one of his cheeks. "No." He pecked him on his lips. "You did fine, but I want to make you feel good right now." Othello kissed him again, pushing him onto his back.
Pulling back from their kiss, Othello stood and kicked off his pants. Kneeling on the bed, he grasped Des's ankles and pushed his legs toward his chest. Lying down on his stomach, he grabbed Des's waist and pulled him forward, putting him at eye level with the man's ass. He hadn't noticed it before, but Othello spotted the iris-shaped mark next to Des's testicles, confirming that he was a carrier. Putting it to the side for later, he focused on the matter at hand, making Des cum hard, until he saw stars.
Othello separated Des's butt cheeks, groaning at the sight of his quivering hole. Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue along Des's hole up to his balls then back down again.
"Oh, fuck," Des screamed. His body was shaking. "Do it again."
Othello complied, this time swirling the head of his tongue around the head of Des's cock before sucking the shaft down to the hilt, touching the back of his throat. Des tried to move his hips, but it was impossible with Othello's tight hold.
"Othello," Des yelled. "Oh damn, so good."
Othello moved back up, spearing his tongue and dipping the tip of his tongue into the piss hole before he sucked him back down. Othello fondled and lightly pulled on Des's balls, bobbing his head up and down on the delicious cock in his mouth, fevered, moans coming from Des's lips as his body trembled, letting Othello know he was close to cumming.
Oh, sweet baby, this is only the beginning.
"Othello, oh fuck," Des chanted continuously, trying hard to thrust into Othello's mouth.
Des released his legs, and they fell on either side of Othello's head. He grabbed the back of Othello's neck, digging his nails into his skin, calling out his name, which sounded like music to his ear, but he wanted more. He was a greedy bastard, even with sex. Othello loosened his grip on Des, who thrust up, meeting his every move. Pulling off Des's cock, he glided his tongue back down his shaft, sucking on his balls, making them nice and wet before grazing his teeth on the iris.
He knew what the mark did to carriers. It gave them a euphoric high during sex. Othello was thankful he’d kept the soundproofing from the original building, with the way Des was calling out his name as ropes of cum shot out on his stomach and chest. Othello didn't let up. He sucked on the iris mark, leaving his own mark before moving back to his testicles, running his tongue along his perineum and then back up, licking the cum off his cock, stomach, and chest, swirling his tongue around the nearest nipple. Des's taste and scent surrounded him, and it turned him on more than he thought possible.
"Othello, please," Des whimpered. "Fuck me."
Othello raised his head and gazed at Des, whose eyes were lust-blown. Othello didn't respond; he simply moved up and claimed Des's mouth. He devoured his mouth, grounding his cock on the silk sheets, seeking friction. It had been a while since he fucked anyone, and even though he could wait a little longer, he couldn't deny how good Des felt writhing beneath him.
He sat back and reached for the bottle of lube and condoms on the nightstand. He threw the box of condoms to the side, broke the seal on the lubrication, and squirted some on his fingers.
"Put your legs on my shoulders."
Des did as he asked, and Othello hummed, placing soft kisses on his shins and moving his lips down to his thighs. He continued all the way down until he pulled Des into a sweet kiss as he pushed a finger into Des's hole, eliciting a throaty groan vibrating on his lips. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of Des's hole, lightly brushing over Des's prostate, making him whimper, writhing and grinding his waist.
Othello pulled away from their kiss, and Des cried out his name, with tears streaming down the sides of his face, and Othello’s cock twitched at the beautiful sight before him. When Des's muscles relaxed, he added another finger, stretching Des's hole. He leaned down and sucked Des's renewed erection into his mouth, grasping his own and jerking it in the same rhythm as his mouth and fingers.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Des chanted. "So good, so hot."
Othello added two more fingers and sucked harder, relaxing his jaw and taking Des's cock down to the base, the head touching the back of his throat and his pelvic hair brushing his nose. The scent of sex smelled so good on Des that Othello couldn't help stroking his cock faster. Des gripped the nape of his neck, thrusting into his mouth, fucking him with abandon.
He stroked his cock faster along with the fingers in Des's hole. The rigid veins on his tongue pulsated, and he could tell Des was on the cusp of cumming, and he wouldn't be far behind. He needed to cum to take the edge off, so they could do other things for the rest of the night. He rubbed on Des's prostate, pushing his fingers deeper, and was rewarded with thick white ropes of hot cum filling his mouth, sliding down his throat, and Des chanting his name like a prayer to his god. Othello growled around the cock still in his mouth, cumming in his hand.
Drinking Des's cum down, he moaned in sweet delight. Slowly Othello let Des's cock slip from his mouth and pressed his forehead on his thigh. He gently removed his fingers from Des's ass. Moving up his body, he captured his lips in a toe-curling kiss. Othello wanted more, but he could tell the doctor was tired. Des didn't need to say it. Othello simply knew.
You need to work on your stamina, Doc.
"Be right back," he told Des, rolling off him and heading to the bathroom. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Des's cum. Fuck, he is so delicious, and I want more.
Othello washed his hands, grabbed a wet washcloth from the warmer, and returned to the bedroom. He smiled, seeing Des sprawled out on the bed, completely knocked out. Shaking his head, he cleaned up the sleeping form, stopping to inspect the carrier mark. He wasn't going to dwell on the mark but enjoy the moment. They had a ten-year age difference between them, and as much as he hated having flings and his words earlier tonight, he wouldn't force Des to stay by his side forever.
So the best thing was not to bring up the children talk. Besides, Des might change his mind in the morning. Throwing the washcloth to the floor, he crawled into bed, pulling Des close to him.
He really fits perfectly in my arms. And he's seriously my type.
"Don't disappoint me, Doc. Let's ride this relationship shit until the wheels fall off. I don't care if you're rich or poor; just don't cheat on me." He kissed Des's forehead, then settled down and went to sleep with the gorgeous man nestled against him—something he hadn't done in a long time.
Des groaned, annoyed by the ringing and hoping that it would shut the fuck up.
"Yeah," came a deep, sleep-filled voice, causing Des to open his eyes and connect with unfamiliar surroundings. Turning his head, he smiled, seeing Othello, and moved close, laying his head on his chest and listening as he spoke on the phone. The night's events came back to him. They didn't have sex, but oh gods, he couldn't believe how he acted. He buried his reddened face in Othello's chest, feeling his arms tighten around him.
"I'm taking a couple of days off, so set the meeting up for when I get back," Othello instructed.
The conversation ended, and Des looked up to see Othello gazing at him. Des leaned up and connected their lips for a quick kiss, then hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Unlike the last time when he’d covered up his body, he didn't care this time. What was the purpose after all they did last night? When he returned to the bedroom, Othello was tying the sash on his robe.
"So am I to assume you taking time off has something to do with me?"
"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."
"Oh?" Othello quirked a brow.
"Yeah, the media thinks it's mafia-related."
"What do you think?"
"Not sure. If the mafia is still around, wouldn't the police have already arrested them? That reminds me, that night you showed up at the hospital was the night things went down at the warehouse. It would be crazy if that were the reason you were shot."
"And if it was?"
Des was about to ask Othello if he was kidding, but his look told him otherwise. However, Des was learning that it was better to ask the tough questions than to hide. This was the reason he had ended up not knowing about what was in his grandfather's will. He grabbed Othello's hand and looked him in the eyes.
"The night you were shot, was it because you were at the warehouse?"
"Yes," Othello responded, and Des was surprised he was so straightforward. "But it was an ambush."
"Wait...wait a second. Are you saying you're really in the mob?"
"I planned on telling you. We don't keep it a secret or blast it everywhere. We like to be discreet in our movements. But yeah."
Des was surprised and didn't know what to say. He'd always thought all the mafia stuff was just on movies or television shows, but to know that serious criminal organizations were operating freely and without repercussions, he could say he grew up way too sheltered. But now it explained things—the men who followed him around or the reverence Tallen had shown him.
"I won't go into details about my family dynamics or what happened that night, but I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore." He kissed Des on the forehead and then went to walk away, but Des stopped him.
"If this is your way of breaking up with me before we truly get started, it's not working. I don't want to know the intricate things of how your family works, but I want to know you and how you got shot that night. That's it." Othello stared at him for so long that Des wasn't sure if he should say more.
"You shouldn't ruin your kissable lips by chewing on them like that," Othello said, his voice thick with arousal.
"I might not understand the whole mafia thing, or maybe I'm romanticizing things with the mob boss and the naive love interest trope, but I don't care. Like I told you for so long, I never got to choose what I want to do with my life. I know we're not in love, but I want to give us a chance to see where or how far we can go instead of walking away."
"You're not as na?ve as you think, Desmond Ellington."
"That's nice of you to say, but I know what you and many others think of me. I'm book-smart but far from street-smart. And although this isn't what I expected to find out so soon after the night we had, I want to be with you, Othello. I've wanted it since the night we met."
"What?" Othello asked.
Des smiled and stood, wrapping his arms around Othello's neck. "It might sound weird, but the first time I saw you lying on the operating table, I fell in lust with you."
Othello smiled, pulling him close. "So you thought I was sexy even with a hole in my chest?"
"Don't be so full of yourself, but essentially yes."
Othello pressed their foreheads together. "I like you too, Doc."
Des leaned in to kiss Othello, but his stomach made itself known once again, intervening in their intimate moment. Othello smiled, stepping back, and taking Des's hand. "Come on, let's eat." They walked over to the nook, sat down, and started eating.
The first half of the meal was quiet since they were both starving, and it was Des who spoke first.
"Have you ever killed someone?" He quickly clamped his hands over his mouth and widened his eyes just as the bite Othello was about to take paused at his lips.
Fuck, did I just ask that? That's not what I was going to ask. Is he going to kill me for asking that?
Othello slowly put his fork back down and turned to look at Des.
"I didn't mean..." he said, removing his hands from his mouth and stuttering nervously. "I mean, I wasn't going to ask? Shit, I-I..." He stopped and glared at Othello. "Will you say something and stop making me think you'll cut my tongue out for asking that?"
Othello smirked and grabbed Des's chair, pulling him and it closer. Leaning forward, he somehow caged him between the nook and his larger body. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered. Des swallowed and nervously stuck out his tongue. Othello licked Des's tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, moaning as he was pulled into a kiss, but before Des could enjoy it, Othello pulled back.
"I doubt I'd want to cut out something that delicious," Othello said, then gently pecked him on the lips. "Besides, there's something else I'd rather do with your tongue."
"Huh?"
"Good boy," Othello said softly, and Des wasn't sure if he had been drugged by the man's lips. However, he couldn't hold on to that thought because Othello pressed their mouths together. Othello expertly pulled, played, and teased his lips and tongue. Des's arms circled Othello's neck, deepening their kiss. Othello lifted Des off his seat and sat him on the counter. He groaned, feeling the man's large hands slip under his shirt, caressing his skin, moving toward his chest, and tweaking his nipples. He reached back down and grasped his waist. Othello pulled his shirt to the side as he trailed kisses down to his shoulder, then to his nipple. Des hissed, grasping the back of Othello's head, keeping his lips on the sensitive nubs.
"Othello, I want."
Othello raised his head, and Des opened his eyes, connecting with sweet amber. He was feeling dazed.
"What do you want?" he asked in a husky tone.
"Do I need to say it?"
"I need to hear it, Doc."
"I want you to fuck me and make me—" He licked his lips because it stopped him from saying yours. Because that was how he felt when he was with Othello, even when they tried to be friends. "—Feel good."
Othello smiled, and Des found it very charming, then lifted him off the counter. Des wrapped his legs around his waist. "Let's take this elsewhere. There's something I want to teach you."
"Oh, really?"
Othello kissed him again. "Yeah."
Just as they were about to walk into the bedroom, there was a knock on the door. They both remained still. Des was hoping whoever it was would go away, but he was sorely mistaken when there was another knock, this time more forcefully, that seemed like they were banging on it. Othello set him on his feet and stepped back.
"Go to the bedroom and wait there. Don't come out. I'm pretty sure it's someone from my family, and I'm not ready for you to meet them."
"Are you hiding me? Or ashamed of..."
"Get that thought out of your head right now," Othello cut him off. "I'm just not ready to share what this is yet. I want us to have time together before they start filling your head with craziness. Especially my folks, who've been begging me to start dating."
Des stared into Othello's eyes, seeking the truth. He was certain the man was telling the truth, so he leaned in and kissed him. "Get rid of them quickly."
"I will. Now go."
Des nodded and walked into the bedroom, pulling the sash on the curtain, letting it fall, and blocking the bedroom's view. He sat on the chair close to the window, looking out as a thought came to him. He had been infatuated with Othello since they met but had never done any research on him. Des reached for his phone, realizing he had left it in the living room when he heard Othello's voice.
"You came here to talk to me about that fucker Roderigo? This conversation could have been a damn phone call."