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Troublemaker (BL)

Why does it feel so good, but hurts so bad

Stefano's POV

"Follow the black SUV!" I shout to Valentina, who starts driving quickly. "This is very stupid, Stefano." She tells me. "That's why you agreed though." I tell her. "True." She replies, changing gear.

"I still can't believe that we are following your boss to where he is going to find out his sexuality, because you decided to have a crush on him." She tells me, half reprimanding me and half supporting my actions. "It's not my fault! He is so tall and he has tattoos! He has long black hair that fall gracefully on his shoulders and black eyes that pierce through your soul." I say, completely infatuated. "Sounds terrifying." She says. "No, he just sounds hot." I assure her.

Once my boss parks his car, we park ours, further away. We get out of the car and enter the bar. We sit down on a table. A waiter comes towards us. "What would you like?" He asks us. "Marcello." I whisper my boss's name. "Two old fashion please." My sister orders and the waiter leaves.

"I see him!" I exclaim as I set my eyes on the long haired man. He bends towards another man and...kisses him! I am feeling multiple sentiments right now. "At least you know he is into guys." My sister says. "But he clearly is in a relationship!" I whisper-yell at her.

"How are you feeling?" She asks me. "Questionably. Why does it feel so good but hurts so bad?" I ask her.

"Wait! That's not him!" I say as the man turns around and I saw his face. "Wow they very much look alike." I comment. "That's cause he is my brother." I hear an all-too familiar voice behind me.

I turn around and see my boss. "Hey boss." I greet him. "I'm going to the bathroom." Valentina says and dissapears. My boss comes and stands in front of me.

"May I know why you were staring at my brother who you thought was me? So basically why you were spying on me? Were you looking for trouble?" He asks me. "No, of course not! We weren't spying on you." I try to cover my mess. "You need to learn how to say lies, Stefano." He pronounces my name with great emphasis. I clench my jaw, trying to avoid the blush. "Or should I call you troublemaker?" He comes a little closer. I turn my eyes elsewhere.

"Were you searching for something in particular?" He asks me. "No." I reply, but he raises an eyebrow. "Fine, yes, we were." I admit. "And may I know what that was?" He asks me. "I'm sorry signore Marcello, but I am afraid I can't say." I avoid his eyes. "Of course, I understand." He tells me.

"Were you searching for my sexuality?" He asks me and I look at him wide-eyed. "For your sister, I presume?" He asks. "Yes, yes signore." I look at my hands, to prevent him from realizing that I lie again. "Then you may inform her, that I am not interested. I'm sorry." He tells me. "Oh, why is that?" I ask him.

"Because I'm gay and I love you." I fantasize him, saying.

"Because she is not really my type." He tells me and I nod. "I'll tell her signore. And what is your type?" I ask him. "So that she realizes to what she lost to." I continue and he smirks.

"Brown, curly haired boys, shorter than me, who have a simping and staring issue when it comes to me, unable to lie and follow me around, like a little troublemaker instead of asking me straightforwardly." He tells me. "Oh." I reply, not realizing what he said at first. "Oh!" I say as I realize that he described...me.

He places his hand on my chin and makes me look in his eyes, causing me to blush. "I also love it when I make them look at me and they blush." He says and moves closer. He brushes his lips against mine. "Also I appreciate it when they tell me if they want me to kiss them or if I should back away." He says, against my lips. "Yes." I say. "Yes what?" He asks me. "Yes, kiss me." I say and then Marcello attacks my lips.

He kisses me intensely, his hands on other side of me. His lips move faster than mine meaning that he is clearly more experienced than me. I place my one hand on his chest and I can literally feel his abs from outside the shirt. Marcello smirks in the kiss. "Like what you are feeling?" He asks me in the kiss and I feel my face heat up.

He backs away. "C'mon." He tells me and grabs my hand. "Where are you taking me?" I ask him. "To my car. We are going for a drink somewhere else. A place where it won't be soon crowded by our co-workers." He tells me. "What about my sister? She won't know I left." I say. "Your sister has been spying on us all the time. She must even know where we are going." He tells me. "Sounds like Valentina."

We reach his car. "Wait, before we get inside..." Marcello says and hovers above me. He kisses me again and now his hands are on my lower waist. He pulls me closer making the butterflies party in my stomach. My arms wrap around his neck encouraging him to come closer. His arms go fully around my back and waist.

I take sneaky glances of him, just to make sure that all this is real. I am not sure whether I am dreaming or not!

When he is out of breath, he backs away. He smiles when he sees my swollen lips. "Your lips are sensitive." He tells me. "Yeah..." I reply.

He takes something out of his pocket. "It's chapstick for swollen lips." He says and opens it. I can tell it's brand new. He must have known most of this would happen. But how? I am so discreet and I always talk so silently in the office. 'No you do not.' A voice in my head says. No I do not.

He applies a great amount on his lips and then turns to me. He places his hand behind my head and pulls me in. I am so taken aback that my hands crumble against his chest. He kisses me softly, exploring every part of my lips. His other arm snakes around my back.

My hands remain trapped in front of his abs. I trail them slowly, making Marcello gasp in the kiss. I don't think he was expecting such an outcome. He bites down on my lips softly at first, but soon blood draws. It is painful, but it is so hot at the same time.

Backing away he looks at me with eyes full of lust. "Now you are safe from swollen lips." He tells me. "Yeah." I say out of breath. He winks at me and gets inside the car. I follow him inside and turns on the engine. "Don't worry, I send our next location to your sister. I found her Instagram." He tells me. "You can check it if you like, or send it yourself too." He tells me, handing me his phone. I feel a fluttering in my stomach. We drives away. This is the best night ever.

A/N

Sooo this is it guys. It didn't have much of the song but yeah....I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, consider giving it a vote, it helps a lot!!! Byeee <3333