2. Chapter 2 - Cole
21 YEARS OLD
T hirty-eight months in prison for grand arson, and today is the day I got released. Emiliano didn’t come visit me once. Matteo came weekly. It shouldn’t piss me off this much. I know he has to protect himself. He is Don now, but underneath it all, I’m more upset than angry. I just can’t show how much he hurt me, or I’ll be showing all my cards. No, I need to keep my feelings to myself. It’s not the time to show weakness, not yet. But it is time to claim what’s mine. And Emiliano Colombo will be mine, if it’s the last thing I do.
I wish I could love Matteo the way I know he loves me. And the truth is, maybe once upon a time, I did. But now I realize it must have been puppy love because it doesn’t compare to what I feel for his father. I feel a burning need for Emiliano. I’m fucking obsessed with him, and even after all these years, I haven’t been able to kick it. He’s like a drug I’m being tempted with, and I just know one hit will make it all better. The problem is that even I know one hit will never be enough. I want to own him. I want him to own me, too. Which is why I need to know when to make my move. And it can’t be right now.
The problem is that Matteo and I have been each other’s firsts for a lot of things. First kiss, first fuck. I knew his feelings for me—deep down, I did—and I encouraged it. And now I have to deal with the consequences. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe because at the time I thought I had feelings for him, too. I’m not a piece of shit. I can’t say I regret it now, because I could never regret him, but I do feel like an asshole for leading him on. I’ve always leaned on him like a goddamn crutch. Even while I was in prison, he was the only light in my life. I’ve known what he wants from me, and I really wish I could give it to him. But I just can’t. I don’t know how to let him down easy. The one thing in life that I would never want is to ruin our friendship.
Matteo nurtured me. He was patient and kind. He taught me what love is. He’s the one who held my hand and let me cry in his arms. I just wish there was something I could do to repay him. Instead, now I’m going to break his heart, and it fucking guts me.
Matteo looks at me from the driver’s seat with a glint in his eye, and my stomach drops. What is he thinking about? What is he planning?
“Papà is at the club tonight,” he tells me with a grin. “We can get stupid drunk. I think you need it after all these years.”
I nod and grin right back at him, because that does sound good. It sounds like exactly what I need. “You’re not even old enough to buy alcohol.” I chuckle. “How did you get it?”
“You act like I’m a fucking baby, Cole. I’m only one year younger than you, fucker.” He laughs, pushing my shoulder playfully, keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. “I’m drinking my dad’s liquor. You in or what?”
“He’s going to fucking murder us,” I reply. “That shit is top shelf.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “I think he’ll understand. We’re drowning our sorrows.”
“And what sorrows do you even have?” I question, raising an eyebrow at him. But he’s not looking at me anymore, eyes focused on the road instead of me.
“Missing you,” he says nonchalantly, like he’s not stabbing me in the chest with his every word. “It’s been over three years, babe.”
Fuck .
“I missed you too, Matty.”
“Fucking hell.” He laughs. “I’m way too old for that damn nickname.”
“Never too old,” I say with a smirk. “But yeah. Let’s drown our sorrows. I need a drink and a joint.”
“Nothing has ever sounded better.” He grins, and it feels like he won’t stop smiling. It feels good to be missed by someone. I wonder if Em?—
“My room or yours? We can’t drink in the living room. Just in case my dad comes home.”
Oh, yeah. I’m moving in with them now that I’m out of prison. I guess I could’ve gone back to Luca’s house, but it’s better this way. I want to be close to Emiliano, and this is the best excuse. Getting back on my feet.
I roll my eyes. “If your dad gets home, you’ll deal with him.”
He tenses. “I’d rather not.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “Your room.”
He looks at me, a triumphant smile on his face, then turns his head forward once more. Before long, we’re pulling into the parking garage of the penthouse. I’m not sure why he still lives with Emiliano. His dad owns the building, so he could easily get his own apartment. Hell, I might even get my own apartment soon. Then again, living with Emiliano sounds better. Torturing him might be just what the doctor ordered. It’ll help me feel better for sure. Just imagining his face as I walk around in my boxers makes me hard.
We get out of the car and walk to the elevator, entering the penthouse. Matteo quickly snatches a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet, and we go to his room. It smells like him, and the scent makes my heart beat just a little faster. It’s always been comforting, and suddenly I wonder if I’m making the right choice by not being with him. Then again, I know I always fuck up. It’s what I do.
He grabs a joint from his nightstand, lighting it, and taking a long hit. I laugh when he coughs and he passes it to me. I take a hit too, my head feeling light and fuzzy immediately. God, it’s been such a long time. I’m going to be fucked up if I finish it with him. But maybe that’s exactly what I need.
We sit on his bed, and he passes me the open whiskey bottle. I drink straight from the source, then pass it to him. We trade the joint for the whiskey, back and forth until we finish it. Before I know it, half the bottle is gone, and my head is spinning. I can tell we’re both fucked up.
I lie down, my head hitting the pillow, and he puts the bottle on the nightstand. Matteo comes right to me, lying down next to me and facing me. He gets closer and closer until our foreheads are touching, and I suck in a sharp breath. His eyes are full of pain as his knuckles brush over my cheek, and maybe I’m touch starved, but my entire body lights up like fireworks. This isn’t good.
“Beautiful.,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. I close my eyes, unable to look at him. “One kiss.”
And I don’t know why I can never fucking deny him, because I nod and press my lips to his. The first press of our lips is lightning to my cock, and he rubs against it with his hand. I know he can feel how hard I am, and when he shoves his tongue between my lips roughly, we moan in unison.
“One night,” I whisper, and he nods eagerly.
Matteo pushes me onto my back, then grabs a bottle of lube from under his pillow. “Did you fuck anyone while you were in there?”
I immediately shake my head. “Fuck no.”
“Good,” he whispers. “I want to go bare.”
I pause.
He’s the only one who I’ve ever gone bare with. Hell, he’s the only person I’ve ever kissed. So why am I hesitating?
“Unless you don’t want to.” He rears back, looking into my eyes. “It’s whatever you want.”
It’s our last time, so I nod. “Fuck me bare.”
I’m probably going to regret it. It’s way too intimate.
Matteo takes off his clothes quickly, showing me golden skin and endless abs. A sculpted chest and tan nipples. His thick cock, curved slightly to the right. I know he’s going to feel amazing, and my cock twitches in anticipation. I sit up and pull my shirt off, and he unbuttons my jeans, pulling them off roughly along with my underwear until we’re both naked. He takes me in, and I wonder what he sees. But then he grins, and I know he likes it. Me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Matteo groans, spreading my legs wide and staring. “Look at that pretty little hole. I’m going to fill it with my cum. Do you want that, Cole?”
I whimper, “Yes.”
The truth is, I haven’t had sex in so long that I’m all keyed up. I don’t want to stop. I need this. I need him. Even if it’s the last time I let it happen, for both of our sakes.
“But first, I’m gonna swallow yours.”
He gets down on his belly between my legs, then licks the head of my cock. I tense and groan, and he sucks me between his lips and to the back of his throat. He swallows around me like a goddamn pro, and suddenly I wonder who he’s been fucking. But I quickly get it out of my head. I want to focus on him. On this moment.
I hear Matteo uncap the lube, and suddenly cold, wet fingers are pressed to my entrance. I relax and bear down, welcoming him into my body. The burn is blinding, and I take a deep breath in through my nose.
“Relax for me, baby,” Matteo says. “If you can’t take my fingers, how are you supposed to take my cock?”
“I’ll take it,” I say through gritted teeth, welcoming the burn and bearing down further. His fingers slip in, one after the other, until two are filling me. “Suck my cock, Matteo. Suck it or you don’t get to come. I’ll leave this room while you’re fucking aching for me.”
“Talk dirty to me.” He smirks, then takes my cock back down his throat and crooks his fingers inside of me.
I see stars.
My vision turns fuzzy around the edges as he rubs against my prostate and simultaneously swallows around me. I grab his hair, tightening my fingers around the strands, and pull him closer to me until his nose is brushing against the neatly trimmed hair at the base of my cock. He inhales sharply, unabashedly smelling me, and I groan.
“ Fuck , Matteo,” I curse. “You really know how to take a cock down your throat. Are you going to be a good boy for me and let me fuck your face?”
“Mhm,” he moans, and I plant my feet onto the mattress and begin to thrust up into his mouth.
I hear him gag, and my balls rise up toward my body as he continues to finger my ass. “That’s it, Matty. Choke on my cock.”
Matteo’s free hand grips my hip for dear life as I fuck his face with wild abandon, and he swallows greedily as I come down his throat. He thrusts a third finger into me, crooking all of them, and my orgasm feels like it goes on for fucking ever. Once I’m done coming down his throat, he pulls away from me and removes his fingers from my ass.
“My turn.” He grins, coating his cock with lube, and pressing it to my entrance. “Fuck, Cole.” Matteo grits his teeth as he sinks into me slowly. “Your ass is choking me. You’re going to kill me.”
I smirk. “It’ll be a good death.”
“The best,” he agrees, then slams the rest of the way in.
My back arches off the bed as he steals the breath from me, and he shoves my legs toward my chest. Matteo pulls back slowly, then snaps his hips forward roughly, passing over my prostate with every single thrust. It lights me up from the inside out, and suddenly my cock is hard all over again.
“Look at you,” he whispers. “Hard for me again. Do you like my cock in your tight ass, Cole? Do you like when your best friend fucks you?”
“Y-yes,” I whisper back. “Fuck me harder.”
Matteo spreads my legs, and I wrap them around his waist. He leans down until his torso is pressed against my cock, and with every thrust, it feels like I’m in heaven. I grab the back of his neck and pull him toward me for a kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth until he sucks on it. It’s like he has a direct line to my cock, and when he slips his hand between our bodies and begins to jerk me off, I moan loudly.
“That’s it, Cole,” he groans. “Come for me. Come again.”
I come with a shout, spurting rope after rope of cum all over myself and him. A moment later, I feel his cock twitch in my ass, and I clench around him. He hisses and moans, then I feel his cum filling me to bursting. I feel it seeping out of my ass, and I grin.
“Fucking hell, Matty.” I smirk, slightly out of breath. “You still got it.”
“I know, baby.” He smirks right back, then pulls out of me slowly. I whimper.
Thankfully, there’s a bathroom in his room, and he goes and gets a wet rag to clean me up with. I’m thankful he always takes care of me, but the gesture is way too fucking intimate. I can’t think about it too much though and as he gets back in bed next to me, I close my eyes.
Then the world goes black.