15. Dominic
15
DOMINIC
I see the clear frame of his figure in the distance, but Luca just walks away. Knowing for a fact that he saw me, him choosing to ignore me cuts me so deep. What happened to us trying to take this thing seriously? After everything he said earlier, I can’t believe he would just do that. Well, fine then. That’s it. If Luca’s going to be petty, I can be petty too.
I stomp back inside my dorm, and I can’t fight the nagging feeling that he’s hiding away from me for a reason. Like there’s some secret he’s keeping to himself. But none of that matters for now. If he’s just going to ignore me and not tell me anything, then I’ll just do the same to him.
Crashing into my room, I pull my clothes off of my body, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side of the room then undoing my belt as I walk and letting my pants drop to the floor by themselves. Finally I collapse onto my bed, lying on top of the covers and letting out a long slow sigh. Now I can actually relax.
What could he possibly be caught up in that he’s actively ignoring me? With everything that’s been happening, it’d be too much of a coincidence to be unrelated. Flipping over in my bed, I do what I can to shake off the thoughts again. I’m starting to feel like whenever I actively try to stop thinking about Luca or try to stay away from him, he always seems to find some way to make his way back into my head or my life. How does he do that? Is he doing it on purpose? Is it part of his strange effect on me, or am I just doing it to myself?
I sit up, letting out a short grunt, and gaze around the dark void of my room. Hopefully I have learned enough by now that there is no way for me to forget about him for long enough to fall asleep. It’s been the same almost every night so far this week, so it won’t be any different tonight.
Swinging my feet from the bed and placing them down onto the floor, I lift myself up and stand mostly naked in the center of the room. Wiping my face with my hand, I squint through the thick shadows trying to search for my discarded clothes. I snatch my jeans from the floor and pull them around my waist and refasten my belt before picking up one of the many random shirts that cover my floor and throwing it over my head.
I sneak across the blocks of dorms to Luca’s, knowing exactly where to go after our conversation this morning. I am already planning out in my head what I’ll say when I confront him and know that he’ll try his best to argue back and deflect what I say, so I need to be ready for any situation.
One thing I know for sure is that he can’t object to me turning up to his place out of the blue without being a hypocrite. He told me clearly that we can only see each other in secret, and currently I’m stalking through the dead of night toward his dorm, crossing paths with no one else. Luca has shown his tendency for popping up into my life without a second's notice for long enough now for me to exercise my right to do the same to him. There is not a single thing that he can say to convince me to leave. I’m going there, and I’m going to get answers out of him—and there is not a thing he can do to stop me.
Gently pressing the front door open, I slip inside and duck quickly up the adjacent stairs, placing each foot carefully onto each following step and slowly ascending my way up to Luca’s floor.
I scan down each side of the long corridor to make sure no one’s around, then move through the hallway til I reach his door.
Tapping gently against the wood, I try to balance the noise to be quiet enough to not attract the attention of anyone else but still loud enough for Luca to hear through his sleep.
Nothing.
I knock harder against it, pushing my luck as the sound seems to echo down the long hall but barely break through the door frame .
“Luca,” I whisper through the door. “Open up.” I knock again.
After what feels like ages, the door slowly cracks open, and Luca peeks his head through and locks eyes with me. His beautiful blue eyes widen when his drowsiness fades enough for him to realize the situation.
Throwing the door open wide and grabbing the center of my shirt in his fist, Luca drags me inside of the room. The door slams shut behind us as Luca turns back to shout at me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Spinning around, I struggle to orientate myself again. The light blinks on as Luca flicks the switch on the wall. As my eyes adjust, I can finally make out how he looks.
He stands in front of me in nothing but a tight black pair of boxers, the rest of his lean body on full display for just me. The sight of his soft bulge already entices me toward him.
Without even thinking, I step closer to him, our bodies not even a foot apart. “I uh… I wanted to talk to you,” I stutter, my eyes not able to help themselves from catching odd glances at his package.
“What about?” he asks me before he notices my looks. “Oh, is something distracting you?”
“No, I’m fine,” I bluff. “I just didn’t expect you to not be wearing anything.”
He smirks at me. “Well, I can put something on if you’d like.”
I bite at my lip. “This is alright with me.”
“I’m so glad to hear,” he whispers, stepping closer to me again.
Quickly, he wraps one of his hands around my waist, pulling himself closer to me while he uses his other hand to slowly grope at my dick through my jeans.
“Seriously?” I say to him, my voice becoming shaky.
Still rubbing my hardening cock, he whispers gently in my ear, “I can stop whenever you want. Just tell me.”
Fighting for the ability to tell him no, I give in to my desires for him. I just want him too bad.
Grabbing him by the waist, I lift Luca off his feet and into the air. Immediately, our intentions seem to intertwine as he picks up on what I want him to do today without ever having to say a single word. He wraps his legs around my waist and holds himself tightly against me.
“We can talk during,” I grunt at him.
Kissing him passionately, I feel his tongue start to massage my own as I push us toward the bed. I drive him down onto the bed, slamming him against the mattress and climbing on top of him.
Spreading his legs, I push myself between them and grind my crotch against his. Our genitals rub against each other, separated only by the thin confines of our clothes.
He sucks on my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth as he grabs the base of my shirt and moves it upward. Taking over, I pull it the rest of the way off over my head and throw it across the room.
“Why did you run off?” I ask him as I start to pant, reaching down and tearing off his boxers. Seeing his exposed cock, I spit on my hand and start to stroke it gently up and down his hard cock.
“I-I,” Luca stutters through his gentle moans. “I got back late and just wanted to go to bed.”
Moving himself back, Luca grabs at my jeans and rushes to undo my belt and pulls my pants down. Now that both of us are completely naked, I push him back down against the bed and put myself on top of him, going back to slowly grinding against him. Our hard shafts rub against each other skin to skin, making Luca moan harder and harder for me.
“You seem pretty awake now,” I snarl at him.
He reaches down between us, taking my erect dick in his hand, and starts jerking me off vigorously, clearly trying to distract me with his fast strokes.
“Well, I didn’t have you keeping me up,” he jokes.
“Fucking brat,” I growl, snatching his legs out from under me, throwing them over my shoulders, and raising him up again to expose his ass. Whipping my hand against its surface, I spank him hard and listen to the satisfying noise of his whimper.
Taking my dick in my hand, a quick handful of spit for the tip of it and I shove it inside of his dry hole that I imagine is still sore from the fucking I gave him last night. I watch him bite his own lip as he fights to hold back another moan of pain. This feels like a punishment for him, and I love it.
“Why were you avoiding me?” I demand, and I feel his ass beginning to open and relax around my dick. I thrust all the way into him and then out increasing the speed and strength of my thrusts.
Feeling the power of my large member inside of him, he takes hold of his own erect cock and strokes himself in perfect rhythm with my own motions. His face shows every aspect of his pleasure overwhelming him. I have known from the start that this was all new for him, but it’s still amusing to see him like this.
Already, I feel his muscles tighten around my dick, his entire body shaking as cum erupts from his tip and sprays all over his stomach and chest.
“Fu… Fuck.”
Even the shortest of words are almost incomprehensible between his loud moans.
Wiping up the pools of his cum with my fingers, I rub it between them and quickly stuff them into his mouth, making him taste his own sperm. He chokes slightly on my fingers. I pull them back, and he lets out a small gasp for air before he goes back to sucking on them.
“You like that?” I taunt.
He nods while emitting a muffled whimper through his gagged mouth.
Taking my hand out of his mouth, I grab him by the back of his neck and pull back. Lying down, resting my back on the mattress beneath me, I pull Luca on top of me, my solid shaft still inside of him.
“Ride it for me,” I tell him.
He nods again and starts to slowly bounce up and down on my groin, his tight hole gripping on to and stroking my stiffened cock.
“Are you going to give me the answers I want?” I groan.
The infectious pleasure that Luca is emitting starts to catch up with me.
“I told you. It was nothing,” he answers, but there’s something in his shifting eyes that makes me not believe him.
With him on top, I grab my hand around his neck and grip his throat between my thumb and fingers. Slowly starting to tighten my hold on him, I restrict the blood flow through his veins and watch his eyes start to fade and throat choke.
“Don’t lie to me,” I tell him as I take my hand off of his neck and give him the chance to speak again.
Still riding hard on my dick, his flexed legs work hard to keep up with the motions. “Fine, I spoke with the Grecos,” he chokes out.
“Good boy,” I praise him, feeling his body quiver in reaction. “What’s that got to do with me?”
“Nothing,” he pleads.
I grab his throat and choke him again. “Tell the truth or I keep going til you pass out.”
His breath hitches beneath my hold, and he grabs my wrist with both of his hands, using what little energy he has left to try and pull my hand away.
“Are you going to tell me the truth?” I growl.
He nods slightly, his eyes begging for me to let him breathe again.
Letting go again, he gasps desperately for air, his head dazed and heavy on his neck. His body starts to go weak, each of his bounces becoming slower and further apart.
Knowing he won’t even last until my ensuing climax, I drive him back onto the bed and lie on top of him like before. Taking over, I reward his honesty with more quick thrusts of my cock into his gaping asshole.
“Tell me,” I rasp out, starting to lose my breath.
Between his tired moans, Luca can just barely manage to let out an answer. “They… They’re manipulating y-you.”
I hold tight on to his waist, driving my stiff shaft inside of him one last time as I ejaculate hard, filling his ass with my hot loads of cum.
My muscles give out, and I collapse on top of him, the heat of our bodies combining as I feel the sweat build between us. Our heavy panting breaths sync with each other.
After taking a moment to relax and focus back onto Luca, his naked body intertwined with mine still acting as a distraction, I turn to face him. “What do you mean, they’re manipulating me?”
Luca takes a long breath to steady and prepare himself. “The races, the fights— they’re using them to make you look bad.” He places his hand on my chest to try and tame my growing anger.
“What?” I exclaim. “What the hell is the point in that?”
“Your reputation is the Rossis’ reputation,” he elaborates. “They want my dad to cut your family off and ally with them instead.”
Fighting off his hand, I sit up. “Is that what you want?” I accuse him. “Is that why you didn’t tell me?”
He sits up next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder to keep me from leaving; he knows me too well. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid of how you’d react. I wanted to fix it myself.”
“You should’ve just told me!” I yell, forgetting our need for subtlety in my frustration.
“I know. I should have.” His eyes drop away from mine. “I’m sorry.”
Letting out a short sigh, I take his hands in mine. “From now on, we tell each other anything that might affect us. Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay,” he mutters .
“Which of the Grecos are even doing this?” I ask him.
“Antonio’s leading the deal, but I think this other guy is really behind it.”
“What other guy?”
“I don’t know his name,” he explains. “He barely talks, but there’s just something about him that unsettles me.”
“What does he look like?”
“He’s our age, and I think he goes to Valmont,” he begins. “Brown hair, between our heights, average build…”
“That could be almost anyone.” I groan.
“There’s been a lot going on, and he won’t crack. I’ll get something solid soon, I promise.”
“Alright.” I pause. “What do you need from me?”