A Different Kind of Love

I want you-Rossi*

Rossi is fuck buddies with a young man named Arlo. The lines are blurred, until one day, they both slip up.

Male on male sexual contact- literally starts with it. I think Rossi would either be as straight as a board or bisexual, so I thought for the people who saw him as m/m deserve a good chapter. There's daddy kink, rough sex, oral sex, and an age gap.

TW: kind of physical abuse but Rossi doesn't know he's doing it. Mentions of depression and past suicidal thoughts.

His hips slammed against Arlo's backside, forcing the younger man forward with each thrust. Arlo groaned ad Rossi grunted, used to the rough sex from the older man. Maybe a rough case today? Arlo cringed as Rossi's fingertips dug into his hips, sure to leave deep bruises by morning. Rossi let out a guttural groan as he finished, rolling his hips deeply. Arlo sagged down, his release already splattered against his stomach.

"Fuck, David..." Arlo murmured, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. Rossi pulled out, already standing up to clean himself up and get dressed. Arlo sighed, taking his time to readjust himself to gaze at the older man.

Rossi had wiped his cock off with a spare cloth and was tugging his slacks back on. Rossi's dark eyes met Arlo's green ones. Arlo's eyes were the prettiest green, but he had never told him that. "What?" he questioned, pulling his dress-shirt on, doing up the buttons.

Arlo rolled out of bed, moving to his bathroom, "Nothing." Rossi followed after him as he got himself together to leave.

"It's something. What?" Rossi asked again as Arlo wiped himself up with a damp cloth. Rossi could see where his hands had dug in, where he had sucked and nipped at the younger man.

Arlo ran his hair underneath cold water, "It's nothing. I just-" he turned the water off and faced Rossi, smoothing his soaking wet hair back. Rossi raised a brow and Arlo shook his head, "Uh, so, you got everything?"

Rossi watched him for a second and then nodded, "Yeah." He went back into the room, slipping on his blazer. Arlo followed slowly, his hair still dripping down his bare body. He pulled a pair of boxers on as Rossi slipped on his leather shoes that cost more than Arlo's apartment.

Rossi glanced at Arlo, "Arlo."

Arlo turned and lifted his eyebrows in question, "Mm?"

"Same time Friday?" Arlo nodded and Rossi smiled, winking before he slid out of Arlo's room. Arlo heard his front door open and close. Rossi hadn't seen the way his face had dropped. Arlo was hoping the older man actually cared about him and not just the sex. But as always, he nutted and left promptly.

Arlo sniffed, mussing his wet hair as he turned to clean up the mess on his bed. He had wanted him to stay. Just once. Hold him for just five minutes, but no. How could he tell the older man that after rough sex he needed to feel cared for? He never told him in fear the man would frown upon it and never come back.

So, he cleaned up the sheets while his body dragged to stay awake. Maybe one day he'd have the courage to ask: am I just a hole for you? But for now, he'd let it go. They both got a release after all, right?

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Rossi came sooner than Friday. A rough case, an ever rougher day. He had a key. He let himself in to find Arlo in the tiny kitchen, making himself some sort of food. Arlo's eyes widened as he saw Rossi, "Dave, what-"

Rossi tossed his bag to the side, "I couldn't wait. I needed- is today okay?" He always checked. He was a gentleman.

Arlo swallowed thickly, "Uh, yeah. But I haven't taken a shower yet-"