Drugs, Sex, and Money (boyxboy)

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"Fuck!" Dominic called as he sat on the kitchen counter, his head thrown back, Mack's hand around his neck, and a leg hiked up, taking every inch of Mack that was being forcefully plunged into him.

"Look at me." Mack commanded.
Dominic did as he was told and the two held eye contact.
Mack bit his lip at the sight of Dominic's watering eyes.
Dominic continued heavily breathing and moaning along with Mack but his thoughts just consisted of: How does he keep getting better?!

Dominic grabbed onto the counter as he whimpered and began finishing over himself but Mack didn't care and kept up the same speed and depth.

"That's more than usual..." Mack realized.

"I thought I was hitting the same spot as before?" he wondered. "Am I doing something different?"
No, I'm just not high. Dominic thought to himself. But of course he wouldn't explain his drug usage to Mackenzy.

"You feel so good inside...warm..." Mack moaned with his head back. "My dick is twitching..." he snickered.
Mack thrusted a few more times before pulling out and finishing onto Dominic's abdomen.

He looked down at the mess they'd made. It just made him want to go again.
"One more?" Mack asked.
Dominic looked at him.
"You just..." His lips pressed softly into Dominic's neck. "...look really good today..." he added quietly.
His breath on Dominic's neck sent shivers down Dom's spine and butterflies in his stomach. He felt ticklish.
Dominic nodded. "Yea. One more."

Mack slid back in and thrusted deep and slow.

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Dominic showered first and got dressed to leave.

"So what's that about?" he asked Mack who had just hopped in the shower after him.
"W-What?" Mack wondered.
"You and the princess."
"Oh...um...I don't know. We slept together once and it was a um...dr-drunken mistake...but it kept happening over and over again until I called it quits because I felt bad."
"Oh, how kind of you." Dominic replied sarcastically.

Mack still felt bad about it.

"I have another question." Dominic began and leaned against the bathroom counter while Mack bathed.
"Yes?"
"How long is it gonna take for you to stop stuttering around me?"
Mack stared at the shower head.

He figured he knew what that question meant.

Dominic had grown tired of his stuttering.
Tired of him sounding ridiculous.
Tired of him sounding like a lost child.
Dominic wanted it to be over quickly.
The question made him upset but he understood it. He'd been asking himself the same question for years.

But he didn't answer the question. He just continued his shower.
"I'll see you tomorrow..." he stated.

Dominic was confused. Was that Mack's way of kicking him out? He didn't expect his question to leave a hurtful mark. He just wanted to know how long until Mack was comfortable around him. He was kind of eager to see it.

"Alright." Dominic agreed and left the bathroom.

He walked out of the apartment and Mack heard the door close.

He thought he should've known it was too good to be true. He realized that all this time he was wrong and he actually hadn't found someone who would be patient with him and treat him normally, ignoring his stuttering and just seeing him as a person.
Of course not.
Because he's a grown man with a deep voice that stutters like a four year old when he's around people that make him nervous or when he's excited.

He turned the shower water off and got out.

He didn't want to be into or chase around someone who found his speech impediment bothersome and like he needed to hurry up and get rid of it. He guessed this was the end of the line for them. He thought it was making it better for Dominic if he just called it quits so he wouldn't have to put up with any more of Mack's struggle to communicate than he wanted to.

Dominic was in his car and on the way home as he wondered what made Mack turn away so suddenly.
He tried coming up with different options but none of them made sense or they didn't outweigh Mack's clear infatuation with Dominic for him to kick him out over it. He was really shocked at the fact Mack had not practically begged him to stay so he continued wondering why and coming up with possible answers. He was getting no where. He assumed he'd just see him again tomorrow and everything would be fine. Maybe he was just tired.

Dominic made it home and exhaustedly walked inside. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, undid his pants and took off his belt before collapsing onto his bed in exhaustion.
The fact he could even walk from the parking lot to his penthouse was shocking enough.
Mack did a number on him. Like usual.
But he wasn't mad about it.

He was angry to remember he had to work in the morning but he set his alarm anyway.

He groaned when he heard knocking on his front door.
He originally ignored it but they knocked again.

"FUCK OFF!" he shouted.

Another knock and a ring of the doorbell.

Dominic sat up in frustration then slid on his slippers to walk to the door.

"It's fuckin' one in the fuckin' morning, when I find out who the fuck's knocking on my fuckin' door this fuckin' late without fuckin' warning, I'm gonna kick your fuckin' ass and then I'm gonna fuckin' stab you in your fuckin' face-..."
He opened the door.

"Hey, baby." His guest smiled.
Dominic quickly slammed the door shut and stood there in shock.

Another knock.