Chapter Eighteen
Santino played with Charlie as he waited for Orsen, throwing his ball into the garden and watching Charlie chase after it.
The sun was setting, the sky a beautiful mix of reds and oranges and dark blues.
A few scattered clouds lazily crossed the sky and once again Santino knew he’d made the right decision to move here. Robinson was good for him.
He’d enjoyed city life. Everything he needed was there.
There were clubs when he wanted to go out, have fun, and maybe do more with a willing man or two, but eventually, it became boring.
He knew some men who were still clubbing and picking up other men, but Santino wanted a home and a family and a man he could call his own.
Coming to Robinson, making friends, and living life at a slower pace, suited Santino.
The friends he’d made were ones he knew he’d have for the rest of his life.
Robinson was the place where he wanted to have roots, have that safety and security of knowing this place was for him.
Then he’d met Orsen, and his life had changed again.
Orsen. So young and innocent despite having grown up in a truly awful environment.
Sometimes Santino forgot about Orsen’s past. He had a way of looking at life and finding the good in it.
Santino wished he was more like that, but living in the city and seeing how people treated each other had wiped some of that away.
Orsen wouldn’t be suited for city life at all.
He’d had that thought multiple times now, had even talked about it, but it remained true.
City life would crush Orsen when he needed to find his place and grow into the man he was meant to be.
No, Santino would help Orsen grow, find his place in the world, and be there for Orsen when he needed him.
Going back inside, Santino checked the chicken parmesan, saw it was cooking nicely, and closed the oven just as Charlie came bounding into the kitchen and dropped his saliva-covered ball on the floor.
“Charlie! You know not to bring that in here.” Santino cringed as he picked the tennis ball up with one finger and thumb, then held it at arm’s length as he walked outside, somehow not tripping over Charlie.
He didn’t want another trip to the ER because of his dog.
He could see TJ’s face now when he found out.
“I think you’ve put weight on. What has Cody been feeding you?
And yes, I know it was Cody. TJ follows the rules.
Cody? Not so much. You have him wrapped around your paw.
I bet he’s been sneaking you bits of food when TJ wasn’t around.
” Charlie’s tongue fell out of the side of his mouth as he panted.
Santino threw the ball, seeing the saliva flying off. “Yuck.”
Back inside, he scrubbed his hands, then grinned when he heard a knock on the front door.
Drying his hands, he opened the front door and got a armful of Orsen.
Somehow, he managed to shut the front door, his lips glued to Orsen’s.
“I’ve missed you,” Orsen murmured between kisses.
Orsen dropped his bag, then jumped Santino.
Not that Santino was complaining. He loved how happy Orsen was to see him, and the feeling was more than mutual.
Shooing Charlie away, who had run inside as soon as he’d heard Orsen’s voice, Santino carried Orsen to the bedroom, then let him slowly slide down his body.
As soon as Orsen’s feet touched the floor, he tugged at Santino’s shirt.
“I want you. Take this off. I want to touch you. I want to see you naked.”
Santino kissed him, his hands gripping Orsen’s ass. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
“I want to. I’m ready.” Orsen began unbuttoning Santino’s shirt. “Please. I want this with you.”
Santino palmed Orsen’s face, staring into his captivating eyes. “Are you sure? We can do other things.”
“You have to trust me. I want this. I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a while, but I wanted to wait a little longer.” Orsen tugged on Santino’s shirt again. “Take this off. Let me see you.”
Santino undressed, watching Orsen stare as he pushed the buttons through the holes of his shirt before Orsen ran his hands up and over Santino’s chest and across his shoulders, pushing the shirt off.
Santino shrugged his shoulders, so the material fell to his wrists, and then undid the cuffs, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Orsen reached out to stroke his fingers over Santino’s cheek, and Santino turned his head and kissed his fingers, then stepped back and pulled Orsen’s T-shirt off.
Orsen ran his hands over Santino, making him hiss when he plucked his nipples.
When Orsen stepped closer and licked one of them, Santino held his head, gasping when he sucked the nipple, making it hard.
Orsen licked back up Santino’s chest, then kissed him.
Santino sank into the kiss, holding the sides of Orsen’s face as he deepened the kiss.
Lifting his head, Santino smiled as he moved Orsen to the bed and pushed him down.
Orsen sat while Santino crouched in front of him and lifted each of Orsen’s feet to remove his sneakers and socks.
Orsen fell back on the bed as Santino reached for his belt, unbuckled it, slid it through the loops, and dropped it to the floor.
He undid the button on Orsen’s jeans and lowered the zipper.
Orsen lifted his hips as Santino gripped his jeans and pulled them down along with his briefs.
The sound of his erection slapping his skin caused Orsen to close his eyes but made Santino grin.
The sight of him hard and leaking had his cock jerking in his trousers.
When Orsen rolled his head away, Santino reached up and touched his cheek.
Orsen turned his face, his eyes opening, his brilliant blue eyes sparkling.
“Don’t look away, Orsen. I love seeing you like this. ”
Santino stood and began to strip, watching Orsen’s eyes widen as they traveled over his body.
He maintained eye contact as he undressed, and by the time he was naked, he was more than ready to take Orsen.
The bed dipped as he crawled across it, and he gasped when his hard cock slid across Orsen’s hip.
He caressed Orsen’s cheek and Orsen’s lips parted as Santino slid his lips over them.
Their legs tangled, their hips sliding together as Santino’s chest moved over Orsen’s.
Santino rubbed their cocks together, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
They both moaned as Orsen leaned in and kissed him, sliding his tongue across Santino’s lips.
He shivered as his tongue touched Orsen’s, their breath mingling.
Orsen’s hands gripped his back, his nails digging in, causing Santino to moan at the little spikes of pain.
Santino pushed a knee between Orsen’s legs and spread them.
As Santino settled between them, Orsen arched up, rubbing against him, creating a delicious friction on Santino’s cock that had him moaning again.
Orsen wrapped his legs around Santino’s waist and squeezed as he slid his hands into Santino’s hair, pulling him down.
Santino moaned, loving the way Orsen grabbed him, and he thrust his tongue into Orsen’s mouth as soon as their lips connected again.
Santino bit his lip, and Orsen canted his hips up, rubbing his cock harder against Santino’s, pleasure racing through Santino’s body again. Pushing a hand in between them, he gripped both their cocks, stroking them together, causing Orsen to arch further off the bed.
Santino gripped their dicks tighter.
“Santino… don’t stop.”
“I’m just getting started, Orsen.”
Santino moved from Orsen’s lips to his jaw, working his way around to Orsen’s ear and gently biting it. Licking down Orsen’s neck, he sucked hard at the base, causing Orsen to shudder, his hands tightening on Santino’s arms.
“Love how you react,” Santino muttered as he continued to bite, lick, and kiss down Orsen’s body until he reached one of his nipples.
Catching Orsen’s eyes, he held his stare as his head dipped and his wet tongue circled Orsen’s nipple.
Orsen gripped his arms again when Santino blew cold air across it, causing the nipple to harden.
“Look at that,” Santino murmured as he squeezed the nipple between his fingers, watching Orsen jerk, then moan when Santino replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue. “I love how sensitive these are,” Santino whispered as he licked a path from one nipple to the other.
“Oh shit…” Orsen groaned when Santino bit him.
Santino chuckled. “I know you like this, Orsen.”
“I do. Please. Do it again.”
Santino smiled around his nipple as he sucked it in, causing a tremor to run through Orsen’s body.
Santino moved from Orsen’s nipples, stroking his body, caressing it with his hands, worshiping it with his mouth, tongue and teeth.
Every time Santino bit him, Orsen jerked in response. “Again,” he whispered. “Please.”
Santino leaned back, staring at Orsen’s body. “I like seeing my marks on your skin. How red they are. You look so beautiful, Orsen.” He smiled at Orsen before kissing his abdomen and licking across the warm skin. “So beautiful.”
“I love you,” Orsen whispered. Santino moved up, hovered over Orsen’s face. “Don’t tell me I can’t feel this way. I do. I know I do, just like I know you care for me.”
“I do care about you. I can’t imagine not having you in my life. You make me happy to come home at night.”
Orsen smiled. “Kiss me.”
Santino smiled as their lips touched, then moaned when Orsen sucked on his tongue.
They ate each other’s mouths until Santino moved back down Orsen’s body, teasing him with licks and sucks and bites.
By the time Santino made it to Orsen’s groin, Orsen was in constant motion.
Santino bypassed his cock, which was begging for attention, and pushed his balls up so he could lick underneath them before licking up the crease on the other side and sucking on the skin.
Santino looked up and ran his hands over Orsen’s skin, watching the way Orsen’s muscles contracted under his hands and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
“Have I told you how fantastic you smell? I could stay down here all day, licking and sucking and biting. And your dick? I love tasting it, feeling it in my mouth and down my throat.”
“You have to stop talking like that.”
“Why, Orsen?” He had a good idea, judging by the way Orsen’s dick leaked pre-come all over his abs. It appeared he liked being spoken to in that way. “I love watching it twitch when I touch it.”
Orsen groaned at Santino’s words and closed his eyes when Santino crawled over him and bent down to take Orsen’s lips in a demanding kiss.
Quickly releasing them, Santino moved back down his chest, sucking and biting, leaving marks on Orsen’s skin.
All the way down until he reached his cock, which was now constantly leaking pre-come, bubbling from the head and trailing down the shaft to pool at its base.
He blew hot air across the head of Orsen’s dick, watched the pre-come leak from the slit, and licked around the head, then moved down the shaft, his mouth sucking up the pre-come before lapping at the pool beneath.
Orsen groaned loudly, and when Santino looked up, he met Orsen’s eyes and slid his tongue over the head and down the shaft again.
Santino continued south, sucking one of Orsen’s balls into his mouth and running his tongue over the wrinkled skin.
Santino kept sucking as he pulled off and Orsen watched the skin stretch before Santino released it.
He did the same to Orsen’s other ball, and Orsen gripped the sheet as his hips jerked up, his soft cry filling the air. “Santino.”
“Hold your legs up,” Santino ordered. “I want to play with your ass.”