Chapter 1 #9
While I was sitting at the café earlier, bedazzling the shit out of that tequila bottle, I swear I felt more eyes on me than I do when I'm breaking the law. Everyone was staring like, why is this man bedazzling alcohol at noon in Trentino?!
But I did it.
And it looks so good I almost want to keep it for myself. I'm an amazing friend. Objectively. I crouch down to slide my gift under the tree, and at the same time Lorenzo's putting his under there too. I place mine next to his and he gives me the nastiest side eye.
He leans in and whispers, "Did you get anything for Antonio, you piece of shit? Or is the baby gonna sit there crying while we all open presents like we're five?"
"Of course I got him something, idiot," I snap. "You think I'd leave my own kid hanging?"
"Good, good," he says. "I got him something too and dragged it here. We'll bomb him with gifts after we're done with ours. Gift overload."
"Perfect."
"Where's Rava?" he asks. I just smile and head back to the living room. He's on the couch with Valentina and Noah, all three of them squished under the same blanket with the heater in front of them. Antonio is on the other couch, curled up in Marco's arms.
"Shame on you," Lorenzo yells. "You're leaving us out." He launches himself onto Marco's couch, shoves his way under the blanket, and now it's him, Marco, and Antonio all cuddled up like a weird little family.
I walk over to Rava and wedge myself between him and Noah, stealing part of the blanket. "Fuck, it's freezing," I mutter.
I pull Rava up and move him so he's sitting in front of me, between my legs, his back against my chest.
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his neck. I breathe him in. God, why is tonight taking so long to get here? I'm waiting for this date like it's New Year's Eve.
I'm gonna explode.
There was a time when "go to bed" felt like punishment. Now it's the biggest blessing of my entire life. I start fake-yawning on purpose. Stretching, nudging Rava a little until he gets it and shifts like he's about to fall asleep on me.
"Bedtime, Antonio?" I ask. "No," Antonio says immediately. I laugh. "Having fun with Uncle Maco and Lolezo?" He nods and curls up even more in Marco's arms. Marco looks like he's about to cry. "I want one of these too," he mutters, then starts assaulting Antonio's face with kisses. Antonio giggles.
"I don't know who I'm more jealous of right now," Noah says. "Marco or Antonio."
"I feel like a grandpa," Lorenzo groans. "It's only nine and I'm tired. It's probably because we woke up at six in the morning. Anyway. Antonio, baby, can I ask you something?"
Antonio turns his head toward him, all serious. "Yes."
Lorenzo bites his fist. "I'm gonna eat you alive, oh my God. Anyway. Do you cry a lot at night?"
Antonio turns back around and thinks about it. Then he starts laughing. Rava covers his face. "Sometimes if he DOESN'T cry, I think he's dead."
"I bet if he sleeps with me, he won't cry," Marco says. I laugh. Noah looks at Marco. "If he cries because of you, I'm going to sleep with Gio and Rava and leave you alone."
Antonio does not care at all. Zero reaction.
Daisy pops up out of nowhere.
"Can I take him? I need to get used to the screaming. You two can sleep LIKE NORMAL HUMANS for once."
I groan. I've honestly forgotten what it's like to sleep without waking up every hour to check if he's breathing, if he's okay, if the world didn't end in his sleep.
At the same time, I feel like the worst dad alive even thinking about letting someone else take him for the night. "Antonio's gonna look for Rava in the middle of the night," I say. "He's gonna cry the second he sees your face and realizes you're not him."
"Well..." Daisy says. "We do look kinda alike—"
Marco loses it, laughing. "OKAY, let's ask the man himself," he says. "Fair is fair." Marco stands, holding Antonio like a prize. "Antonio, who do you want to sleep with tonight?" he asks.
Antonio looks around the room.
At each of us. One by one. Chewing on his sleeve. Then he points... at Jin. Who's sitting on a chair, on his phone, not even in the conversation.
Jin slowly lifts his head, looks at all of us with wide eyes... then starts laughing. "Suck it!" he says. "He destroyed all of you. Effortlessly."
He comes over and takes Antonio into his arms. "My boy. My legend. As a gift, you get two bedtime stories and one song before you sleep. And in return, you're going to act like you love me on a video call so women can see I'm a loving man."
Rava's jaw drops. "You're using our child to pull women?" "That's right," Jin says.
"So you're actually taking him to your room?" I ask.
"Yeah, why not? You think I can't handle it?"
"I don't know... I'm a little scared."
"Relax," Jin says. "He won't be far. There's only one thin wall between our rooms. I repeat. One THIN wall only." He gives us this evil little look.
"Yeah, okay, we get it, you want silence," I say.
"Good," Jin says. "Now let's go get ready."
We all drag ourselves up and start getting ready for bed. We wash our faces, brush our teeth, do the whole responsible adult routine, and meet in the hallway like kids at a sleepover.
"Antonio, you're gonna be a good boy, okay?" I tell him. "Don't tire Uncle Jin out."
"Relax," Jin says. "We got this. We're an elite duo. Right, Antonio, my boy? We're gonna have the best time."
"You are not gonna have the best time," I say. "He falls asleep standing up. You're putting him to bed, that's all."
"Whatever you say, big guy," Jin smirks. They go into his room and the door closes. A second later, Lorenzo comes out of his own room in pineapple pajamas. "As I said," he announces, "anything you need, ask Rava. Not me."
"And what if I wanna know where the extra toilet paper is?" Noah asks. "Call Rava and go search together," he says.
"Thank you for the trust, Enzo," Rava says. "I hope after this, a part of this house gets written under my name."
"I'll think about it," Lorenzo replies. "Goodnight, children." "Goodnight," I say, then immediately shove Rava gently into our room and close the door behind us.
I lock it. Twice.
I don't even get the chance to move. The second I lock the fucking door, he's on me. Literally slams into me. I stumble back a step from the force and grin against his lips because fuck yes.
That's my boy. That's what I want from him.
That's exactly what I want. I grab his throat tight, and that sick fuck moans into my mouth. Then he fists my hair like he's trying to rip my skull off and drags me even closer, even though we're already chest to chest.
A soft little moan escapes him, and it wrecks me. I dip to his neck, bite just below his jaw. "You gonna be quiet for me, baby?" I whisper.
His voice is dripping with lust already. "Depends how hard you keep my mouth shut."
I swear to God. I'm throbbing. I yank his shirt, dragging it over his head. He helps me, arms flying up, then grabs me by the waistband and pushes me toward the bed. No problem.
I slam him back onto it, climb over him, and trap his face between my elbows, framing him. He's looking up at me, and it's so hot I almost forget to breathe.
"I need you so bad it's making me dizzy, Rava," I mumble against his cheek.
He grabs my waist with both hands, squeezing hard. Then he rips my shirt over my head and lets it drop somewhere behind him. His hands don't stop. He's grabbing anything he can like he can't pick what he wants first.
"Sit back," I mutter, already breathless. "Let me take care of you. Please."
He smiles. "I like it when you're desperate."
"Good," I whisper, my hands already on his waistband. "Because I really fucking am." I lock eyes with him as my fingers slide under the fabric.
He nods once, and it's all I fucking need.
I yank his pants down in one go, underwear and all. He's hard already. Now his knees are pulled up like he's waiting for me. I grip his thighs, tight. Pull him lower on the bed. Then I spit. Right on his dick.
I stroke him, spreading it with my palm. "Shit," I hiss. "This is already too loud."
I grab the blanket and toss it over us in one rough move, cover his legs, his hips, his stomach. I slide back down. Grip his thighs again. Squeeze hard.
I need to feel him in my hands while I'm choking on his dick. I start sucking him, and he gasps, surprised. He wasn't ready for how deep I went.
My tongue's all over him, my jaw feels sore already and I don't give a single fuck. I'm literally buried between his thighs, face shoved so far in I can barely breathe. His dick is heavy on my tongue.
I moan around it like a fucking slut. Because I missed it. Every damn inch of him. His hand slips into my hair, stroking. He grabs a fistful and pushes down. He moves my head up and down, up and down again. He's using me.
His second hand joins the first. Both hands are holding my head like my head is his toy. He still moves it for me, and I follow every cue, every silent command. My lips stretch wide around the base.
"Choke harder, Gio," he breathes.
I stare up at him, blown away.
"Maybe it's time we get matching tattoos," I murmur, and I continue. I hollow my cheeks, suck harder, messier, sloppier. He whines. His grip tightens, and he doesn't let me move.
My throat burns but my dick is hard as a rock and I'm fucking thrilled. He starts fucking into my mouth.
Gently at first, then rougher. I just take it.
Because this is heaven. I pull off slow, licking my lips. "Stay quiet, baby," I whisper, dragging the blanket higher. "Gonna take care of you."
I reach for the lube that's in the bag. I squirt a fat amount onto my fingers. My fingers slide down, teasing him. I spread him open with one hand, grab a handful of his ass with the other hand, tight, just how I like it, and I press two fingers in.
His hole clenches around me, and I bite back a moan. "Fuck, Rava..." He whimpers quietly, like I asked. I keep moving my hand, working him. And my mouth never fucking left.