51. Chapter 51
Ody gently pushed him back until Mano’s shoulders rested against the couch. His hands slid beneath Mano’s shirt, fingers brushing over his abs as he lifted it higher. Then he lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly across his stomach, pulling a shiver from him.
Mano sucked in a breath as Ody pulled the shirt off completely. Ody’s gaze traveled over his body before he bit his lip and attacked his neck again, leaving wet kisses along his skin while listening to his ragged breaths, reminding him of everything they had done in the car back in Serifos.
Mano slid his hands under Ody’s shirt and pulled it off, taking in his bare torso. “Do it…” he said breathlessly as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Ody moved lower, grabbing the drawstring of Mano’s sweatpants.
He untied it and looked up at him. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he pulled them down along with the sweatpants.
Ody’s breath hitched. He lingered for a moment before he swallowed hard.
He lifted his eyes to meet his gaze. “You’ll guide me, right? ” he asked, and Mano nodded.
Ody wrapped his hand around him and started moving it up and down slowly.
“Spit on it.” Mano’s voice broke the silence, and Ody glanced up at him shyly.
“What’s wrong, mikre? You weren’t shy when you were rubbing our dicks together in the car,” Mano said it without thinking, and Ody’s face flushed deep red.
“S-stop. This is different,” he muttered, looking away.
Mano smirked. “Okay. Take your time.”
Ody looked down at Mano’s length. He brought his hand forward and spat on it. He moved it more smoothly, and Mano closed his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
After a moment, Mano looked at him. “Suck it.”
Their gazes locked.
Ody’s embarrassment was obvious. He stopped his movements and leaned closer. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tip, making Mano shudder.
“Again…”
Ody obeyed, running his tongue over the tip once more.
Mano shut his eyes. The sight of Ody down there, looking up at him, was insanely hot.
“Come on, mikre. Keep going.”
“How?” Ody asked, glancing up at him.
“What kind of question is that?”
“I... I’ve never done this before.”
“Just think of it as a lollipop. Or a popsicle.” Mano smirked.
“W-what are you talking about?” he mumbled, embarrassed, looking away.
Mano chuckled. “Come on, don’t be shy. Didn’t you say you wanted to see my expression?”
“Yeah…”
“Then stick your tongue out and use it,” Mano said.
He watched Ody swallow hard. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it hesitantly over Mano’s cock.
His breathing grew heavier, and Ody figured he must be doing something right, even though he wasn’t sure.
“Take it in your mouth,” Mano said, his voice tight with impatience. He bit his lip as Ody looked up at him from below. “Come on, mikre, don’t just stare at me. Open your mouth,” he added, studying him closely. “Watch your teeth and start slowly.”
Ody looked at the hard length in front of him. Then he opened his mouth and took him in.
“Oh, fuck…” Mano shut his eyes, tilting his head back.
Ody tried his best, moving his head slowly up and down, his tongue tracing the veins along Mano’s shaft.
“Fuck... deeper.”
He glanced up at Mano, trying to follow his instructions.
“Ah yeah, just like that…” Mano breathed, completely lost in the sensation.
He continued until Mano suddenly lifted Ody’s head away from him. Ody was about to ask why he stopped him when Mano flipped him over in one swift motion, pinning him underneath. He straddled him, breathing hard as he stared down at him. His voice came out low and rough. “I want to fuck you.”
Ody’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Why are you so surprised? You’re already familiar with this, aren’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Didn’t you ask me that other day if I’d ever watched gay porn? You were about to tell me your favorite position too.”
“Y-yeah, but it wasn’t that one!” Ody panicked.
“Then what was it?” Mano raised an eyebrow.
“I was thinking... you’d be the bottom.”
Mano stared at him for a second, visibly caught off guard. Then he scoffed. “Keep dreaming, mikre.”
Ody’s expression turned serious. “You can keep dreaming too. That’s not happening either.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you serious right now?” Mano asked, clearly offended. “You actually think I’m going to let you fuck me? Come on!”
“Oh? And you think I’ll let you fuck me?” Ody shot back, shifting up onto the couch.
“Yeah! I’m the... the dominant one here. You’re the one who should be taking it.”
“Last time I checked, I was the dominant one back in Serifos,” Ody argued.
“No you weren’t,” Mano shot back immediately.
Ody smirked. “I think you’re forgetting the part where you were blushing, shaking, and moaning under me.”
Mano looked genuinely horrified for a second, like Ody had just exposed classified information.
Ody saw the color rushing into Mano’s face and smirked wider. “And now you’re saying we should let that perfect ass of yours go to waste?”
Mano stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “My what?”
Ody looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Heat rushed violently to Mano’s face. “Shut the fuck up.” He pulled away and sat at the other end of the couch.
“Come on now, don’t be like that.” Ody straightened his back. “Back in Serifos, you... you let me pin you against the wall, hold your hands, keep you underneath me…”
“That has nothing to do with what you’re trying to do to me now.” Mano turned to look at him, making it clear how absolute he was on the matter.
“Oh, so I’m just supposed to be okay with this?”
“You’re the bisexual one.”
“And what are you?”
“I don’t like men.” He didn’t hesitate.
Their gazes locked as silence fell between them.
Ody looked confused. “Last time I checked in the mirror, I was a man…”
“You are you,” Mano replied, staring straight ahead, confusing Ody even more.
“Yeah, I’m a man. How can you want me if you don’t like men?”
“I just can,” Mano said, still looking ahead.
“Wait, hold on. If I see a good-looking guy, I notice him. I think about guys. You…”
“I only think about women. No other guy does anything for me, except you,” Mano said, glancing at him like it meant nothing.
But Ody froze at that last sentence.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mano asked in confusion.
Their eyes remained locked. And suddenly Ody crashed into him, pressing his lips against his. Mano’s back hit the couch as Ody hovered over him. He moved his lips down to his neck and sucked hard.
“What are you doing?” Mano pushed him away, but Ody went right back to it.
“You’re gonna leave a mark, stop!” Mano shoved him again, but Ody grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head.
“I’m gonna cover you in marks. So all your girls know you belong to someone else.”
Mano froze, his cheeks turning red. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Ody pressed his mouth against the tattoo on his chest and bit down.
“Ah!” Mano cried out as Ody went back to his neck. “Cut it out!”
Ody sucked on his skin.
“Ody, damn it!” He tugged against Ody’s grip, but he only tightened it.
“Who are you going out with this week? Someone new or one of the old ones?”
“Stop biting me!”
“Whoever she is, I want her to take off your shirt, see the marks all over you, and realize someone else already has you.”
“Cut the bullsh—ah!” Mano groaned when Ody bit down on the other side of his neck. “Ody... Odysseus…” His voice wavered under his mouth. “Ow!” He flinched.
Ody leaned close to his ear. “I’m gonna cover you everywhere.”
“Stop…” he whimpered.
“I want you to see the marks in the mirror and think of me.”
“S-stop, I said stop. I’m gonna ki—ah!”
“I want you to see them and remember everything we did. Every sound you made.”
“Cut it out... I can’t walk around covered in hickeys. If they see me at the gym…” he nearly whined.
“Even better. I want everyone to see,” Ody murmured, his mouth returning to his chest.
“S-stop... ah!”
Mano stood in front of the mirror, staring at the hickeys on his neck and chest. “You little shit, I’m gonna kill you!” He stormed out of the bathroom, yelling at Ody, who was lying on the couch.
A smirk crept onto Ody’s lips as he admired his handiwork. “Come here.” He motioned toward the couch.
Mano approached him, furious. He stood in front of him, fuming, and Ody pushed himself to his feet. He placed a hand under Mano’s chin, tilting his face up to get a better look. “Perfect,” he said with a proud smile.
Mano’s glare only grew sharper. “How the hell am I supposed to go out like this in the middle of summer?”
“Relax. They’re just hickeys. It’s not like I beat you up.”
“But I am gonna beat you up,” he threatened, stepping closer.
Ody looked up at him with an amused smile. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. Only mine.”
Mano’s voice dropped low as their eyes locked. “I told you, I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Say whatever you want. I’m still gonna make you mine.”
“Oh yeah?” he scoffed. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
“First, I do things to you no woman ever has…” He smirked when Mano glanced away for the first time since walking over. “Second, I leave my marks all over you... and third, you’ll be mine if you let me—”
“Don’t even think about it!” Mano cut him off, shouting. “Get that idea completely out of your head, got it?”
“Then we’ll just stick to foreplay.”
“Fine. I’ll get what I need from other women, and you can get yours from Anna,” he said dismissively.
Ody’s smile vanished instantly.
Mano walked toward the bathroom, leaving Ody standing there watching him. After a second, he followed. The bathroom door was open, and Mano was staring at the hickeys again.
“Can I make it up to you tomorrow? We could grab a coffee.”
Mano turned to glare at him. “I’m not going out like this.”
“Okay, then let’s go to the movies. No one will see you there.”
Mano stared at him through the mirror. “And on the way there?”
“We’ll take my car.”
“And at the ticket counter?”
Ody shrugged. “We’ll put on a little concealer. Big deal.”
Mano turned slowly toward him. “Are you kidding me? I’m not leaving the house. I can’t go anywhere because of you.” He turned back to the mirror, furious.
Ody’s expression softened with guilt. “Sorry. I... I should’ve only done it on your chest.”
“You shouldn’t have done it anywhere.” Mano turned to him, still angry.
“I just wanted to feel like... you’re mine.” Ody stepped closer, gently placing his hands on his shoulders. “I can’t stand thinking about you with other women. Knowing they get to touch you...” He swallowed. “And I hate imagining you touching them too.”
Mano stayed silent.
Ody’s gaze dropped to the floor before he spoke again. “Have you... made plans with someone?”
“Not yet,” Mano replied.
Ody looked up again. “But you will.”
“Yeah, Ody, I will. Just like you will with Anna.”
They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other. Mano walked past him, grabbed his shirt, and shoved his feet into his shoes.
“You’re leaving?”
“I need to go home.”
“You can stay here if you want.”
“No, I’m going home,” Mano said, grabbing his phone and opening the front door.
“Mano…”
“Goodnight.” He shut the door behind him and headed down the stairs.
Ody remained standing in the middle of the apartment, staring at the closed door. Then he let out a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair.
The next day, Mano got a message from Ranya asking if he wanted to go out. There was no way he could go anywhere with the hickeys all over his neck. He made up an excuse and set his phone aside.
In the afternoon, his intercom rang. When he picked it up, Ody’s voice came through the speaker. “It’s me.”
Mano let out a deep sigh. “What do you want?”
“Open up.”
“What do you want?” he repeated.
Ody’s voice stayed low and calm. “I want you to open the door.”
Mano exhaled without responding.
“If you don’t open, I’ll ring every intercom in the building and come up to break down your door. You know I will.”
“Acting real tough all of a sudden, huh?”
“Open the damn door, Mano!” he shouted.
Irritated, Mano pressed the button. A moment later, the doorbell rang. Mano opened the door, and Ody immediately noticed the deep red marks on his neck.
“What’s wrong? Your girl canceled on you, so you came here instead?” Mano mocked, walking back inside.
“I went out with Anna this morning,” Ody said in the same mocking tone, closing the door behind him.
“Oh, great,” Mano said with an attitude, stopping in the kitchen.
Ody couldn’t help looking at the marks on his neck again, something Mano noticed.
“Admiring your handiwork?”
“Why are you acting like you didn’t like it?”
Mano stared at him in disbelief. “What?”
Ody chuckled, glancing down. “Mano... we both know you’re stronger than me. If you didn’t want it, you could’ve stopped me.”
Mano blinked hard. “W-what kind of bullshit is that?”
Ody stepped toward him slowly, never taking his eyes off Mano. “You’re not angry at me. You’re angry because you liked it.”
Mano’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t say a word.
Ody stopped just in front of him. “You like it when I call you mine. You like hearing it. And you liked every mark I left on you.”
Mano’s breathing grew heavier. He swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact.
Ody leaned in, whispering against his ear. “I could mark your whole body if you want.”
A shiver ran down Mano’s spine, his head tilting instinctively to the side, exposing more of his neck. “I... I don’t want that.”
“Why do you never say what you really feel?” Ody asked, their faces now just inches apart.
Mano was breathing through his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m saying what I feel…”
Ody’s eyes stayed locked onto his. “So you’re telling me you don’t want me?” he asked.
Mano averted his gaze. He let out a small, awkward laugh before answering. “Of course not.”
“Then I guess I made a mistake coming here,” Ody said, turning toward the door.
Mano’s head snapped up.
“I’m leaving. Goodnight.” He walked away without looking back.
Mano blinked fast, swallowing hard as he watched him go.
Step by step, Ody moved toward the door.
Mano didn’t say a word.
Then Ody reached for the doorknob.
“Ody…” His voice came out deep and low.
Ody slowly turned back, meeting his gaze.
Mano lowered his. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “S... Stay.” The word sounded like it had cost him something.
A soft smile spread across Ody’s lips. He slowly walked back toward him while Mano kept his head down. Ody lifted both hands and gently cupped his face, but Mano still didn’t raise his gaze.
“I’ll stay,” Ody murmured.
Mano’s eyes finally lifted to him.
Ody’s thumb brushed over his cheek. “For the night.”