43. Zero
43
ZERO
One Year Later
“ J ust shut up and stick it in!” Diesel huffed, sounding frustrated and annoyed.
Zero loved it when his boy got all impatient and needy for his dick. Given that the guy was always so cocky and selfish, it always made him feel so special knowing that the dude couldn’t wait any longer to have his ass spread open by his delicious cock.
“Patience, dear. You don’t want me shoving it in there before you are ready. I’m not exactly average size.”
Zero tried not to laugh when Diesel’s head whipped around and glared at him.
“And I’m not exactly a virgin. So less talking and more pounding.” Diesel bent over further, gripping the shelving unit in front of him, causing his ass cheeks to spread open even wider.
Fuck , seeing that delicious ass of Diesel’s on full display, eagerly waiting to be filled, was just too delicious.
Zero slapped his left ass cheek and watched as a bright-pink paw print slowly appeared on its surface. God. He still couldn’t believe that this gorgeous ass, this sexy-as-sin man, was all his.
“Seriously, dude. If you don’t shove your dick inside me, I’m going to go find one of the other guests to fuck me,” Diesel growled, turning his head slightly, promising him an empty threat.
They both knew that Diesel’s ass belonged to him. There was no other man or woman who got to touch any surface of Diesel’s body. Just Zero. The same rules applied to him. Ever since they declared their undying love for each other—okay, it wasn’t so Hallmark-y—more like Diesel strolled into their bedroom naked one night, grabbed Zero’s junk in his hand, and declared, “This right here belongs to me. If anyone touches it, they die.” Zero had never felt so loved.
“Like, fuck that’s ever going to happen,” Zero snarled, jamming his cock deep inside Diesel’s tight hole and grabbing him around his body so that he couldn’t run away.
Diesel gasped as his ass was suddenly invaded.
It only took a moment for Diesel’s body to relax and for him to begin moving his ass back along Zero’s length. Moaning, he began working his hips back and forth, taking in all of Zero’s cock nice and deep.
“Fuck, I love that cock,” Diesel whispered as he adjusted his grip on the shelving unit before him.
They were standing in a storage hut, another one of Diesel’s fantastic ideas. He did that a lot. Grab Zero by the hand and pull him into whatever available room or closet or bush he felt provided just enough privacy for them to get their fuck on.
Today’s adventure? Levi and Isaac’s destination wedding!
Yes, how many guys can say they fucked the best man in the storage closet during his boyfriend’s brother’s wedding?
Just beyond the door sat fifty of their closest friends and family, totally oblivious to the dicking down that was going on a short walk away.
Zero smirked. He loved how desperate his guy was for him and his dick. That, right there, was true love.
“Open that tight little ass for me,” Zero whispered into Diesel’s ear as he shoved his cock into Diesel’s hole without mercy.
“It’s all yours, stud. Fuck me so hard that I limp down the aisle.”
“That will give your dads something to talk about,” Zero grunted, tightening his grip around Diesel’s hips and beginning his assault on Diesel’s hole.
He loved it. Knowing that Diesel could take a beating and still want more was such a turn-on. Diesel was tough and mean and always open to trying new things. He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt and didn’t care what others thought of him. He was who he was, so the rest of the world could go fuck themselves.
God, he loved this man.
“Oh yeah, right there,” Diesel groaned, reaching between his legs and gripping his cock. He began jerking his cock furiously. “More. Harder. Oh fuck! I’m so fucking close?—”
Zero caught a glimpse of Bruno in a reflection of a tiny mirror that lay perched up against the wall. The fucking demon on Diesel’s chest was staring at him. Peeking out from under Diesel’s partially opened shirt—most likely judging him for giving his master pleasure. For replacing him as his protector and for loving his master just the way he had for all these long, lonely years.
He and Bruno had come to an understanding. So long as Zero worshiped and cherished Diesel’s heart, Bruno would allow him access to Diesel’s body, heart, and soul. Zero gladly accepted the arrangement. There was nothing more important to him in the world than Diesel and his heart.
“Can you guys hurry up and finish, Levi is throwing a hissy fit. He wants to get this show on the road so that he and Chase can consummate their marriage.”
Diesel froze against Zero’s body.
It was Gunnar. Or Anders. One of the twins. They sounded too much alike to ever be able to tell which one was which, especially through the privacy of a door. Well, somewhat private. Do you really have privacy when people on the other side of the door know that you’re porking your boyfriend?
“Tell him to hold his horses. I’m getting my prostate massaged by my boyfriend’s dick.”
Diesel could be so crude at times.
Without missing a beat, Diesel resumed fucking himself on Zero’s cock.
Gunnar/Anders chuckled as he walked away from the door.
“D, we need to… Oh, fuck , I’m gonna…” A second later, he was unloading into his condom, and Diesel was painting the shelving unit with his own cum.
Pulling off of Zero’s dick, Diesel let out a satisfied sigh as he turned to smile at him.
“Man, that feels better.” He pulled up his underwear and dress pants that had pooled around his ankles and began tucking in his shirt like he didn’t just have his ass rammed and plowed. “Better get out there before Levi has a diva-sized meltdown.”
Zero chuckled, tucking in his shirt and doing up his zipper as well.
Once they were all prim and proper and all evidence of their extra-curricular activities had been safely disposed of, they exited the hut and made their way along the stone path, heading toward the dock that led out onto the beach, where all of the guests and wedding party were waiting.
It was Levi and Isaac’s joint wedding.
Of course the two best friends decided that they would both get married on the same day. Their husbands, Chase and Jared, had no say in the matter. Not that they were crazy enough to even try going against their lovers’ wishes.
Jared smirked, clearly aware of what had just transpired. The twins nodded, similarly showing their support as Zero and Diesel approached.
“About fucking time,” Levi huffed out, materializing beside them. “Hope you’re still able to walk down the aisle because there’s no way that I’m not having my best man standing up there beside me.”
Diesel turned and adjusted Levi’s collar and silk violet tie. He ran his hand down the front of Levi’s suit, making sure that his little brother was perfect for his wedding.
“Don’t worry about me. It’s your twinky little ass that should be worried when Chase gets his hands on it tonight. I think this ‘no sex the day before you guys get married’ thing only made him hornier, and now I fear for your safety.”
Levi smiled as heart-shaped eyes throbbed in his eye sockets.
“Yeah, the pain is going to be glorious.”
All three laughed.
“Okay, I’ll meet you at the front. Good luck, little bro.” Diesel gave Levi a peck on the cheek before jogging down the aisle to stand next to Gunnar and Anders, who were both Isaac’s best men—because, of course, you couldn’t have one without the other.
“You better take your seat as well,” Matteo said, approaching with Jared by his side.
Matteo was going to be walking both Levi and Isaac down the aisle since he was the closest thing they both had to a father. Levi had insisted that he walk them both down together, and Isaac basically followed suit because he was Levi’s best friend.
“You both look amazing,” Zero said, admiring Isaac’s black-and-white, pin-striped Armani suit and Levi’s black-and-purple Valentino.
With that, Zero made his way down the aisle and slid in next to Ares, Matteo’s husband. In typical Ares fashion, he grunted and turned his attention back to the cuff links Matteo had, no doubt, forced him to wear.
The ceremony was beautiful. They exchanged vows during sunset on a private beach resort in Fiji. Matteo spared no expense when it came to the marriage of two of the boys he considered his sons.
Like a proud father, Matteo bragged to all of his guests about how happy he was that both his kids had found wonderful men.
Making the event even more special was the fact that two best friends, Levi and Isaac, were able to share their special day together, proving that the bonds we create are stronger than the bonds we are forced into by birth. While this large group of people may not share the same DNA or bloodline, they all came together and chose each other, creating a bond—a family—that was so much stronger than any of the ones that they had been born into.
Watching Diesel up on that altar, standing behind his little brother, supporting him and giving him the biggest smile Zero had ever seen, Zero knew that there was no other man whom he wanted to have by his side.
Diesel was his man. His person. Fate might have brought them together, but it was the love that they shared that kept them together.
Smiling, Zero felt a chill spill over him.
Feeling like he was being watched, he slowly turned to his right, to where Matteo and Ares both sat next to him, staring at him like he was just about to run off with one of their children.
Well, he did just finish defiling their oldest in the tiny storage hut, not thirty minutes prior. Could they smell Diesel’s sweat on his body?
“After this ceremony, the three of us are going to talk,” Matteo said, eyes narrowing like he was trying to decide on where to dump his body.
“It’s time we discussed what your intentions are with our boy and when you plan on making an honest man out of him,” Ares added next to Matteo.
Zero swallowed hard. He was hoping that perhaps Diesel’s dads had forgotten about this little rite of passage. It was so much scarier when it involved a gun trafficker who had no doubt murdered many men over his lifetime and the rich and powerful GQ model who has a reputation for making men disappear.
Fuck, he was so dead.
Turning back to face the ceremony, Diesel’s smiling face locked on his.
In pure Diesel fashion, he ran his fingers slowly across his neck before gesturing to his dads sitting right next to him.
Yup, that last pounding in the hut might very well be the last time he ever sticks his dick inside that one-night stand who never left.
Pouting his lips toward Diesel, he gave him a long-distance kiss. Diesel’s eyes softened as he took in the gesture.
Yes, the angry, chaotic mess that was Diesel Pratt was his. Always and forever. Till death do them part.
Turning slowly toward the men sitting next to him, he wondered how soon that death might come.