Chapter 30
Vincent da Silva
Dread sank its icy talons into my chest, crushing my heart under the pressure. My stomach twisted in knots, I stared at the text from Billy.
Becca is leaving for the weekend for a bachelorette party in Savannah. We’ll have three whole days. When can you be here?
My chin on my chest, my sight shifted to the side at Dash sitting in his wheelchair, just outside my walk-in shower.
Pulling a long, slow breath, I tipped my head and scratched behind my ear.
Once upon a time, a text like this sent me into a tailspin of excitement. Today, shame pumped through my veins.
And, shockingly, a tinge of spite. She was leaving for a bachelorette party.
That wasn’t something she just woke up this morning and decided to do, this had been planned for a while…
yet I was just hearing about it? The morning of?
Why did he wait so long to let me know? And why was I just now realizing this was a set pattern?
Billy always kept me dangling on that hook, ready to jump the second he snapped his fingers. It was degrading.
I coughed and hit the reply button, typing, Sorry, man. Can’t do it. Busy. Sending it, I set my phone on the counter, tugged off my tee shirt, and strode over to Dash. He looked at me, the shower, and then yanked his attention back, his eyelids widened slightly as he raked his focus over my chest.
There was that trace of excitement. It was still there, but it was directed elsewhere these days.
Somewhere else it had no business being.
One of these days, my heart and emotions would be on the same page as someone else and I would finally have what I always wanted.
An open, secure, solid relationship with someone I loved who loved me just as much.
That would never be Billy who was married to a woman, and definitely not Dash who was opposed to homosexuality.
Right now, he was still confused about everything that happened on that mountain in Georgia.
The regular screams from nightmares proved he was still stuck in that house.
As soon as he broke those chains, he would steer far away from me and never look back, leaving behind whatever sparked between us, as well as our friendship.
“Ready?” I grumbled, stepping to his side. One hand on the wall outside the shower, I reached around to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was nice and warm. Casting a glimpse over my shoulder, I found his head tilted, checking out my ass.
Lust tickled my stomach and balls, but I tried to suppress it, knowing nothing would come of it.
Exaggeratingly clearing my throat, he bristled and looked straight ahead as I turned around.
Tucking my hands under his arms, I held his stare, counted to three, and hoisted him to his feet.
Both of us grunted and hissed in pain, but not nearly as bad as when we first showed up at my home.
Our wounds were healing a lot quicker than normal which meant soon, too soon, he would be gone and I would be all alone in this huge house again.
When I built this place, I had been foolish enough to think Billy was going to snap out of his denial, leave his wife, and come back to me. We would live here together, adopt some kids, and have a normal, loving relationship, one that wasn’t hidden.
The last two weeks with Dash and Piera had been kind of wonderful.
This place had never felt so alive. Getting up every morning to take care of them both had been amazing.
Waking up Dash, fixing them both breakfast, making sure he was taken care of while I got her ready for school…
brushing her hair, helping her pick out her outfits, helping her with homework… becoming part of the parent drop off…
Any day now, it would be all over. Would this be the last shower I helped him with?
Would tomorrow be the last time I picked her up from school and listened to her babble all the way home about what she’d done that day?
How many more dinners would the three of us share at the table, how many more movie nights eating popcorn would we have lounging in the living room?
Everything I’d ever wanted, I had been gifted, even if it wasn’t under the terms I’d hoped for and was temporary. That gift coming to an end was sinking me into a depression.
With my foot, I pushed the wheelchair aside and gently leaned Dash against the cold, marbled tiles.
He sucked his teeth and flinched but did nothing as I hastily tugged off his briefs.
Tossing them outside, I froze, still slightly hunched over, when I saw he was fully erect.
My stomach turned over and my pulse raced, all kinds of thoughts spinning around my brain.
One hand still on my shoulder, the other gripped his cock and began slowly stroking. He squeezed tightly, pulling the skin over the head where he paused, the slit covered. A knot in my throat, I tried to gulp as he gradually pulled it down, the slit now spread open.
“Vinny,” he muttered huskily. “Please stop avoiding me. You been giving me the silent treatment when we’re alone for a week now.”
My head tipped to gaze up along his torso to his smoldering gaze.
Panting, my breaths hit his tip and it jumped, drawing my attention back down.
His hand slid to the back of my neck and gently pushed, guiding me closer.
Groaning, I closed my eyelids, opened my mouth, and hungrily took him all the way to his base.
Unlike the last time we fully messed around where he chuckled several times, now there was only a gravelly longing, like I was reprieving him of the pain riddling his body. “Oh, shit. Oh, god, yes. Unh, finally, yes.”
Lightheaded, I dropped to a knee, moving further into the stall to get to him better. The water cascading over my back, I held his sides and began bobbing, savoring his tangy, salty taste.
“Unh, fuck, Vinny. Oh, shit, please don’t stop.”
He started to scoot closer, but I pushed him back where he was, keeping him out of the stream so the bandages didn’t get wet.
Lowering to my other knee, I gripped his base and pumped with my mouth, my tongue flattening underneath.
Letting him go with a soft pop to gasp in a full breath, I squinted against the water splattering off my back to gaze up at him, pumping faster.
His chest was heaving, his jaw gaping as he stared down at me in wonder. “Suck it, baby. Suck that dick, please.”
Lust scorching my veins, I bounded to my feet, leaned into him, and claimed a heated kiss, my tongue rolling over his while I continued to jack him off.
Immediately, he wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss to something more fervent.
Pushing my underwear down, that palm slapped to the wall over his shoulder and I broke away, our foreheads pressed together.
Both of us panting, I stepped even closer, stretching my fingers around both our cocks to squeeze them together.
His eyes rolled and he coughed against my face. “Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good.”
“You like that, Dario? You like the way my dick feels against yours?”
He shuddered and grunted, thrusting into my palm. “Vinny.”
My tongue snaked out to flick at his opened mouth.
Before I could pull it away, his lips sealed around it and suckled, and my insides plummeted.
Growling, I began rolling our dicks together, jacking us off rather aggressively.
His lashes lifting, his eyes were glazed, his pupils dilated.
Still sucking my tongue, one of his hands traveled lower to cup an ass cheek, pulling me the last couple inches between us.
Our chests touching, I removed my hand, our cocks now smashed between our stomachs.
Dash groaned, now gripping the other cheek, as well.
Both my hands on the wall over his shoulders, I was gyrating against him, our cocks rubbing together.
Getting a little carried away, his teeth bit down on my tongue and I snarled, the pain only fueling my arousal.
Slamming against him a little too hard, he broke away and grimaced, my movement hurting his injuries.
Too wound up to apologize, I continued to buck against him, desperate to hear him cum.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he rasped, his head rolling side to side.
Thrusting faster and faster, my abdomen started to get a little wet, so I looked down, pulling away just enough to see precum smearing over his tip. Tilting my head to look at him, I rested into a forearm on the tiles and loosely gripped his throat, hooking just under his jaw.
“Open your eyes and look at me, goddammit.”
He groaned but obeyed, his nails digging into my ass cheeks. “Vinny.”
“You gonna cum for me? My dick on yours gonna make you cum, Dario?”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, his Adam’s apple lurching.
“But you ain’t gay.”
His brows lifting, he gulped a second time, his mouth closing.
“You gonna cum all over my cock, ain’t you, Dario?”
He nodded stiffly.
“You started this, remember that. I wanted to walk away, but you started this. You grabbed my neck and wanted my mouth on that dick, didn’t you?” When he refused to answer, I got right against his cheek, my teeth touching his skin. “Didn’t you,” I seethed, staring into his eye.
“Yes,” he whispered, still thrusting even though I’d stopped moving.
I shoved my hips against his and pinned him to the wall. “But you ain’t gay,” I muttered once more, my tone carrying a bitter inflection.
“But I fucking want you so goddamn bad, Vinny,” he breathed, curling his arms around my waist so tight, it grated my broken ribs.
My heart sank and then lurched to my throat, the rush of adrenaline causing my head to spin. “You want me, Dario?”
He simply nodded.
Irritated, I slammed my fist into the wall just beside his ear and shouted, “Say the fucking words, goddammit. Tell me what you want.”
“I-I-I…I…”
Shaking my head, disgusted and disappointed, I started to pull away. “This ain’t what you want, man.”