17. Reece
Reece
“ Argh , why does life have to be so complicated…” Reece grumbled as he paced up and down the living room of Faustino’s suite, his bare feet pitter-pattering across the cool hardwood floor.
The air carried a faint trace of Faustino’s cologne…
woodsy, spiced, a scent that clung to his skin from their time together.
Reece had tried to sit, to sink into the couch and quiet his mind, but his thoughts whirred like a storm, replaying the day’s drama in relentless loops…
the audition’s triumph, the gunshot terror, his furious vow to leave Faustino forever.
This isn’t right.
None of this makes sense.
I’m just a Little who wants to be an actor…
Reece sighed and felt himself smiling in disbelief that his life was more like a movie with each passing day.
Reece stopped by the window, pressing his palms against the cold glass, and stared out at the rain-slicked streets below. The city lights blurred into smears of gold, red, and green, distorted through the drizzle that hadn’t let up since Owen dropped him off.
Part of Reece knew the smarter, easier path was to stick to his words, walk away from Faustino, and never look back.
He could picture it… a life free of bullets whizzing past his head, no more hiding in hotel suites or jumping at shadows, just him and his acting dreams, rebuilt step by steady step.
No more chaos, no more fear of losing everything he’d worked for to the violent tide of his world.
It was logical, safe, a clean slate he could etch with his own story, untainted by the Fendi name.
But then there was the other part, softer, deeper, a stubborn ache that refused to be silenced.
He’d caught real feelings for Faustino. Messy, overwhelming, rooted in every gentle touch and fierce promise he’d given him – but they were real feelings, Reece knew they were beyond any doubt.
He thought of the rooftop picnic, Faustino’s silly dragon roars as he played with Squirt, the way his arms had wrapped around him in the lobby, shielding him from the world.
Faustino was his Daddy, his protector, the man who’d seen his Little side and loved it without hesitation.
Leaving Faustino meant ripping out a piece of his heart, abandoning the warmth he’d found in his stormy presence. The push and pull tore at Reece, a tug-of-war between safety and love, logic and longing, and it left Reece restless, trapped in a spiral he couldn’t unravel.
Frustrated, Reece huffed and puffed, raking his hands through his tangled hair, the strands still damp from the rain he’d dashed through earlier. His skin felt sticky, his clothes clung uncomfortably, a physical echo of the mental weight he couldn’t shed.
Reece needed to clear his head, wash away the day’s grime and the tangle of his own thoughts.
“I wish I wasn’t here,” Reece said, looking around at his surroundings. “But Faustino’s shower is a lot nicer than mine, so…”
He grabbed his bag from the couch, digging out a fresh t-shirt and a pair of briefs, the fabric cool against his fingers, and padded down the hall to the bathroom.
Reece wasted little time in stripping down and turning the shower on.
He twisted the knob, steam curling up as the water hissed to life, fogging the mirror in gentle waves.
Stepping in, Reece let the heat pound against his shoulders, the spray a soothing roar that drowned out the city and his whirring mind.
But Reece’s hopes for a hot solo shower were soon disturbed by the last person that Reece wanted to see…
“Daddy, I mean, Faustino, what are you doing here?” Reece asked, turning around in the shower to see Faustino standing at the doorway, a look of darkness on his face.
“I needed to see you. At least one final time,” Faustino said, still standing in the doorway.
Reece didn’t know whether to tell Faustino to get the hell out or jump in the shower with him. Part of him was angry that Faustino had gone against his wishes and shown up despite him telling him not to.
But on the other hand, Reece couldn’t deny that his body was suddenly alive to the sight of his Fendi Daddy…
He’s so…
But I’m so…
Argh. I can’t, can I…
Reece bit his bottom lip and traced his fingers over his nipples before moving his hands slowly but surely down toward his pubic hair and beyond. All the while, Faustino simply stood and watched him, evidently waiting for permission to act.
“Daddy…” Reece whimpered, wanking his suddenly hard cock provocatively and stepping back to the rear of the walk-in shower to make room to accommodate Faustino. “I want you. I know we shouldn’t. I know what I said. But… I need you.”
Reece could barely believe what he was saying. But something deep in his gut told him that this needed to happen, and it needed to happen tonight.
Before Reece could take his next breath, Faustino was stepping into the shower, fully clothed and with a look of wild desire in his eyes. This was real, and it was happening quickly…
“From behind,” Reece said, breathlessly turning and pressing his hands up against the shower’s walls as the water continued to fall on him. “Hard. Make me cum quickly. Show me what a naughty boy I am.”
As the words tumbled out of Reece’s mouth, he knew that there was far more going on between him and Faustino than was being spoken. But that didn’t matter. This was all about the moment.
Reece heard Faustino unzip his trousers, felt his Daddy’s hands grip him, and from that point onward it was a blur.
Reece gasped as he felt Faustino’s hard cock thrust up inside him.
He might still have been fully clothed, but that wasn’t stopping Faustino from giving his boy precisely what he had asked of him.
Reece quickly began to moan and push his round bottom back against Faustino as he thrusted hard and fast, bringing him to a quick, leg-shaking climax that saw him shoot his load all over the shower’s expensive tiles.
And not only that, but the strength of the orgasm made it almost impossible for Reece to support his own weight.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Reece cried out, Faustino continuing to thrust inside him and give him more. “I can’t stand… I… OMG… it’s so…”
“Not until I’m done,” Faustino growled, gripping Reece by his hips and riding him from behind until he shot his hot, urgent seed deep inside him.
Reece could feel something different between them. This was even more electric than it had ever been before. He didn’t know exactly what, but something was very clearly at stake beyond a simple case of makeup sex.
When Faustino finished with his final thrust and deep hold, Reece slid down the shower’s wet wall and sat, naked, as the water cascaded over him.
He was spent. And as he looked up at his Daddy towering over him, his cock still semi-hard as it bounced out from his suit trousers, Reece knew that they would need to talk.
But not just yet…
The bedroom was a quiet cocoon, the only light a faint amber glow seeping through the blinds, casting slanted shadows across the plain white walls.
Reece lay tangled in the sheets beside Faustino, his damp hair fanning across the pillow, his body still sensitive and glowing from their shower encounter.
The bed was a battlefield—pillows scattered, blankets bunched at their feet, the mattress dipping where they’d collapsed together, a Daddy and his boy.
Faustino’s arm rested heavy over Reece’s waist, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths…
“We need to talk,” Faustino said, his voice firm but full of love.
“I know,” Reece replied, sighing. “I’ve been thinking. About us, about everything that’s happened.”
Reece could feel Faustino tense up, his hand tightening on his hip, a flicker of wariness crossing his face.
“Tell me,” Faustino said, smiling kindly but with something deeper going on inside his eyes.
Reece took a deep breath, his chest tight with the weight of his decision, and let the words spill out before he could second-guess them.
“I’m down for it… the life of a Fendi Little,” Reece said, his heart pounding and his voice giving away little murmurs of nervousness.
“I want to be with you, through all of it. I know it’s crazy, probably totally dangerous, but I can’t leave you.
And… I want you to go out there with Matteo and Michael and win this war and then come back to me, Daddy. ”
Reece closed his eyes and buried his face in Faustino’s chest. He didn’t know how he was going to respond, or whether he even still wanted to be with him. The shower sex was one thing, but Reece knew that it could have been a final goodbye rather than anything else.
Faustino’s eyes widened, a flash of surprise softening into something tender, almost admiration. He shifted, sitting up to face Reece fully, the sheets rustling as his hand slid to cup his cheek, his thumb brushing his skin.
“Are you sure, Reece?” Faustino asked. “This isn’t some easy road. It’s blood, it’s risk, it’s shit I can’t always keep away from you. You saw what went down today. And you still want in?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Reece answered, his voice firm despite the tremble in his throat.
“I was scared… out of my mind, and I was furious too. I meant it when I said I’d leave, and I yelled it like I believed it.
But I didn’t, not deep down. You mean so much to me, Faustino.
You’re my Daddy. I’m more terrified of losing you than I am of the danger.
I want us to be together whatever it takes. ”
Reece waited as Faustino stared at him, his thumb tracing slow circles on his cheek. “If you’re in, I’m all in,” Faustino finally answered. “I’ll fight like hell to come back to you. Me, Matteo, Michael… we’ll finish this. I give you my word on that.”
Reece smiled, shaky but real, and nestled into Faustino’s chest once more, his heartbeat a steady thump beneath his ear. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside held at bay for a brief, fleeting moment.
But the danger loomed, and Reece felt it in the way Faustino’s muscles tensed, the resolve hardening in his silence.
“Stay here,” Faustino said, his voice low, firm as he got out of bed and began to get changed into a dry shirt and trousers. “I’ll be back when it’s over. Keep your phone close, okay?”
“Be careful,” Reece whispered, his throat tightening as the reality of his Fendi Daddy leaving sank in.
Faustino nodded, leaning down for one last kiss, his lips lingering before he pulled away.
Moments later, Faustino was gone.
The door clicked shut behind Faustino, the sound sharp in the quiet, and Reece was alone again, the bed vast and cold without his big, gruff Daddy’s weight.
Reece slid out of bed, the floor chilly as he padded to his bag, and pulled out Squirt and felt a safe, familiar feeling in his arms. The apartment felt too still, but Reece knew that what was about to happen out in the city was going to be loud, violent, and scary.
Reece crawled back under the covers and curled up with Squirt. His eyes traced the shadows on the ceiling, his imagination spinning… Faustino with Matteo and Michael, guns firing, fighting for their family, and… for him, Kyan, and Benjamin too.
He wanted Faustino to win, to come back safe, but the worry gnawed, a quiet ache he couldn’t shake off.
What if he didn’t?
What if this choice cost him everything?
Reece buried his face in Squirt, breathing him in, and let the fear swirl. He’d chosen this, and he had chosen Faustino, and now all he could do was wait, snuggled with his stuffie, and pray his Daddy would walk back through that door one more time…