4. Faustino
Faustino
Faustino’s eyes momentarily felt like they had been glued shut. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside, but all he could see was total darkness.
Where am I?
What time is it?
What fucking day is it?
With much effort and a groan as the light hit him, Faustino opened his eyes and looked around the hotel room.
With almost no memory of how he got there, or who he got there with, Faustino sat up in the unmade bed and looked around.
Empty liquor bottles, scattered clothes, and even a broken flat screen TV made Faustino’s head throb in pain.
“Fuck,” Faustino said, shaking his head.
The truth was that Faustino couldn’t remember a thing beyond the point that he and Owen celebrated their heist with yet another bottle of whisky at one of the city’s exclusive members only bars.
Faustino could handle his drink in the sense that he was able to consume it, but the flipside of that was that he often woke in the morning with the distinct impression that things had gotten out of hand at some point.
Still, with scattered memories of the night’s festivities gradually coming back to him, Faustino decided that it was time to haul his ass out of bed and hit the streets for a much needed coffee or three.
“ Urgh . Who the hell is that?” Faustino asked, seeing his phone flash up with a message. “Anyone as long as it’s not…”
But Faustino was soon to be disappointed as he saw it was indeed a message from his cousin Matteo. And even before he opened the message, Faustino had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going like what he read.
MATTEO: We said no violence. We said it was a stakeout only. We said no killing. What the hell has gotten into you? Actually, save it. We need to hash this out face to face. Meet me and your brother at Sindo’s Bar. And don’t be late.
And if it wasn’t bad enough to be messaged by Matteo, Faustino saw that he had a message from his brother Michael too…
MICHAEL: What the actual fuck do you think you’re playing at?
This is serious. We can’t go around blasting people like the old days.
We’re in charge now. And if you want to be part of the leadership team for real, then you need to start acting like it, brother.
Matteo’s pissed, and so am I. Do not be late for this meeting.
Faustino groaned and tossed his phone across the bed. Being lectured by Matteo and Michael was the last thing that he wanted at the best of times, let alone when he was feeling hungover as hell.
That said, Faustino knew that he had little choice but to attend the meeting. And anyway, what was the worst that could happen?
With that in mind, Faustino decided to freshen up and hit the shower…
“Those assholes, who do they think they’re talking to?” Faustino grumbled as he stepped into hotel room’s elegant, modern walk-in shower.
And as the hot water began to hit Faustino’s strong, powerful shoulders, he felt the tension from the prospective meeting leave him. Before Faustino knew what was happening, his mind was wondering back to one of the kink clubs he hit after Owen turned in for the night.
Those asses…
Puppy play…
Naughty doggy gets his butt spanked…
Faustino let out a chuckle as his mind was soon overflowing with images of naked or semi-naked boys on all fours, parading around the room like puppies as the Daddies watched on.
And as his cock woke up to the memories of the night before too, Faustino felt like it was only right to take matters into his own hands and allow himself at least a little bit of pleasure before what was likely to be a long, boring lecture from his so-called partners in crime.
Faustino felt his body warm up and refresh itself under the water as it continued to cascade down over him, and with his cock in the firm grip of his right hand, Faustino began to work it up and down, slowly but surely reaching a crescendo as he shut his eyes and imagined the perfect Little for him…
“Call me Daddy,” Faustino growled, his bulbous head throbbing as he worked his rock-hard cock, wet and lubricated from the shower’s powerful jets of water. “Call me Daddy and beg for me to own you…”
Faustino let out a groan of pure animalistic pleasure as he shot his thick, plentiful seed up against the walk-in shower’s glass wall.
With his powerful ass cheeks squeezing tightly and his hand working hard and fast, Faustino drained himself completely and then leaned back against the shower’s imported Moroccan tiling.
There might be trouble ahead for Faustino in his meeting with his fellow Fendi men later on, but in that moment Faustino felt nothing but satisfaction. The problem for Faustino though was that this Little was only in his head and not available to pleasure him in real life.
But maybe that’s for the best.
Less complicated, no feelings.
And no chance of getting hurt again…
The busy streets were filled with men and women going about their daily business without a care in the world.
Or that’s how it looked to Faustino. Feeling a little fresher and less hungover after his satisfying shower, he took one look at Sindo’s Bar and decided that before he went inside he needed at least one solo coffee to prepare himself for what in all likelihood was going to be a rough meeting.
As much as the three men were all the closest of family, the truth was that between them Faustino, Michael, and Matteo had often butted heads over the years.
It might have been because their loyalty to one another could never be questioned, but it felt like there was none of the politeness and politics that went on with other members of the family.
When there was a problem, it was addressed head on.
And sometimes this could prove to be painful.
With this in mind, Faustino gave Sindo’s Bar the swerve and decided to head into the nearest coffee spot for some much needed caffeine.
Upon entering the café, Faustino’s eyes were immediately distracted by the sight of three Littles he knew all too well sitting over in the corner…
Matteo’s boy…
Michael’s boy…
And… Reece.
Faustino had always found Reece to be cute.
He was sassy too, at least if the reports that came back from Michael and Matteo were accurate.
Despite all this, Faustino had always kept his distance from the boy.
After Justin, Faustino’s position had been that single life was better – and as the years went by, he saw little reason to change this.
However there had been a sudden shift in Faustino’s mindset over the last few weeks, maybe even couple of months.
All of a sudden, Faustino was beginning to face up to life as a lone wolf.
Sure, it meant that he had nothing tying him down and he knew that every time he went into a dangerous situation he didn’t need to worry about potentially leaving a boy behind if things went wrong.
But there had been something nagging away at Faustino too.
Maybe it was the fact that both Michael and Matteo had found their Forever Boys, but Faustino could see how much satisfaction they took from their new lives and it gave him an inkling deep down that it might – might – be time to allow himself to see things differently when it came to opening his heart to love.
“Fuck it,” Faustino muttered, deciding that he was going to make the effort and say hello to the boys…
“Faustino!” Benjamin said, smiling and standing up from his seat, along with Kyan. “My Daddy is nearby. Are you hear to meet him?”
“Correct,” Faustino replied. “I have been summoned.”
“Well, anyway, me and Kyan were just leaving,” Benjamin said, making his intentions a little too obvious. “But Reece’s still got some time left on his break. Take a seat!”
“Reece?” Faustino asked, not wanting to impose himself on the boy. Faustino was a natural born Daddy Dom, but consent was always important to him.
“Sure,” Reece replied, a hint of a smile on his face meaning a slight crack in his cool demeanor. “I don’t have long left on my break, but you can sit.”
“I’m honored,” Faustino laughed as he waved goodbye to Benjamin and Kyan. “So. What’s new?”
Reece arched his eyebrow as if he weas judging Faustino’s line of questioning. But his stance soon softened as he broke out into a smile.
“What’s new is that the acting game is a total joke,” Reece said. “And not a funny joke either, you know?”
“Damm, tough times all round,” Faustino said, sitting down next to Reece.
“Tell me about it. I always thought that getting to the top would make things easier. But… nope. Anyway, what am I doing? This isn’t about me, it’s about you.
Tell me about what’s happened to make you go cold on the acting game. Last I heard, you were doing well.”
Reece began to explain about how he had built his career back up to get some fresh momentum since returning to New York.
Faustino could see that the boy had passion, and guts too.
He might have been a Little, but it was clear from the way that Reece was talking that he took his career seriously and really had ambitions to test himself at the highest level he could.
It was refreshing to hear as far as Faustino was concerned.
However, all the while Reece was talking, Faustino could feel his cell phone buzzing in his pocket. Without looking, Faustino just knew that it was Matteo and Michael, asking where he was.
“I could listen to you talk all day,” Faustino said, smiling as Reece began to explain a recent part that he had studied for and really felt like he would have been perfect to play.
“And I could talk about acting all day too!” Reece giggled, the pair of them all of a sudden holding their eye contact in a way that hadn’t happened before. “But…”
“Let me guess, there’s some espressos that need making,” Faustino said, sad that his conversation with Reece was going to be brought to a premature end.
“Yup,” Reece replied, standing up from his chair and flashing Faustino a sweet but sexy smile. “Maybe another time?”
“Let me think about it,” Faustino teased, delighting in the sight of Reece stomping his foot. “Watch that, Mister…”
Reece blushed and then turned away to get back to work.
Faustino would have happily stayed and watched Reece do his thing, but he knew that it was time to face the music on Sindo’s Bar’s rooftop terrace.
And as long as the plan wasn’t to throw him off the edge, Faustino felt sufficiently boosted by his hangout with Reece to feel like he could handle just about anything…
“Are you kidding me?” Faustino snarled, unable to comprehend what Michael had just told him. “You started a negotiation with another family without me? Please tell me that I’m not hearing this right. Tell me I’m missing something.”
Faustino was furious.
The three of them were meant to be in a joint leadership. Sure they all had their own responsibilities, that was always the agreement. But what was key to it working was that when it came to the big stuff, they would always be thinking and discussing matter in unison.
“Faustino, calm the hell down,” Matteo said, his black suit and red tie looking immaculate as he sipped on his whisky.
“We wanted to discuss this with you, but it happened last week. You were off radar. Who knows where or what you were doing. Anyway. We needed to move fast. And the result is that we’ve been able to buy an apartment block that used to be owned by the Vicci family. Okay?”
Faustino put his hands on his hips. The reality was that this may or may not have been a good deal, but to have been excluded from it was making Faustino come dangerously close to losing his cool.
“I don’t give a shit if I was uncontactable,’ Faustino snarled. “You could have waited.”
“That’s not the point,” Michael said, stepping into the discussion. “Why should we have to wait? We needed to move and move quickly. You should always be contactable, brother. We can’t have a situation where one of us may or may not be able to react quickly enough. So…”
“So… what ?” Faustino asked, reaching for his whisky glass and taking a sip in the hopes that it might calm him down and bring his adrenalin down a few notches.
“So we’ve decided that for the time being, we don’t need your input on decisions like this,” Matteo said, standing next to Michael.
“This can change in the future. This isn’t the end of our partnership by a long fucking way.
But you have to be able to step up and work with us and be there when we need you.
And, no, this isn’t a discussion at this point. Got it?”
Faustino squeezed his fingers around the whisky glass and suddenly felt the red mist descend as he threw the glass across the terrace and smashed it against the rooftop bar.
“Don’t worry, I understand,” Faustino snapped.
In that moment, with a million thoughts running through his mind, Faustino turned and made his way toward the exit. The last people on earth he wanted to be around where Matteo and Michael – and that wasn’t a good sign at all.
With the sound of the shattered glass ringing in his ears, Faustino stormed down the stairs and headed directly for the ground floor exit.
It was time to call Owen and get ready to run the previous night back again – and this time keep the party going for even longer…