Some things never last, but will this?

Chapter Two; Mistakes.

Mista's POV

Mista blared music in his car as he drove, tired of not getting any of his lovers attention so he just wanted to get out of the house, get a couple drinks and that's it, so that's exactly what he was going to do. He drove rather quickly, not wanting to get any second thoughts about his decision, even if he did. Did he really want to go back home to get disappointed by a working or sleeping Giorno? Mista doesn't think he could handle that right now, he just wanted to let loose and get rid of all his own stress build up.

Once Mista had pulled up to the club, his own loud music was almost completely drowned out by the clubs music and he was all for it as he unbuckled his seat belt and  got out of the car, immediately hit with the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol.
"Fuck, I missed this smell." He whispered under his breath as he made sure he had his wallet on him, pulling it out for his own confirmation and smiled as he checked to see how much money he had before walking in proudly. A couple of the people that worked there almost immediately recognized the gunslinger, which helped his pride as he bid a hello to people here and there and as soon as he finished, he made a B-line to the bar, ordering a Vodka Pritz as soon as he sat down after opening a tab with them.

A good couple drinks later along with a buzzed Mista who was chatting with a gorgeous blonde who was in a red tight dress. He couldn't help but think her blonde curly hair and piercing green eyes reminded him of Giorno, but he shook the thought from his head almost as if it never even entered, he bought her a drink or two until she left, leaving him back to get a drink for himself again, striking conversation with a very much intrigued bartender who couldn't keep his eyes off of Mista throughout the night, which Mista didn't let go unnoticed, given he as well kept eyeing the bartender up and down, despite the guilt in his lower stomach. He kept telling himself he wouldn't cheat, and that stealing glances or striking, somewhat suggestive conversations is fine. Even though deep down he knew it wasn't, and that it would grow out of hand, he knew he could get a bit stupid when drunk and tonight was one of those nights.

The bartender, who he learned was named Matteo began to buy Mista drinks, saying it was 'On the House'. Mista knew he was lying, but what was the harm in letting someone buy him drinks for a change? The two began to share conversations, Matteo kept asking Mista how dating the Don of Passione was, which lead Mista to tell him everything and due to the intoxication from all the drinks he exaggerated with some bits and pieces. Mista enjoyed the attention the other was giving him and once Matteo set his hand over Mista's it began to grow from there. The two flirted throughout the night until one thing lead to another, a very drunk Mista went to Matteo's apartment with him.

The two shared passionate kisses until they fell onto the bartenders bed, having Mista pin the other down as he pressed kisses down his neck while his hand palmed at Matteo's growing buldge in his pants. One thing lead to another as they shared heated passionate sex with each other, Matteo crying out how good Mista made him feel, how he wanted this more, how he wanted Mista to himself. Mista was eating all the attention up, groaning responses to the others words while Giorno never even crossed his mind, all that was there was Matteo and sex, what he saw was all that he could think about. Everything continued, having it go on for a good while until Matteo had reached his finishing point and Mista finishing not that long after, burying himself deep within the other as he came.

Matteo and Mista layed there in silence for a while until Mista turned the face him, only to find out he was asleep. Leaving Mista alone there, but not quite alone. He was there alone with his thoughts as everything began to sink in, he cheated on Giorno, he touched another man that wasn't Giorno, he kissed another man. Why did he do this? What was he going to tell Giorno, should he tell Giorno, should he even go back? He needs to leave.
He began to get up from the others bed with a quiet groan, passing by his lips and stayed as quiet as he could without waking Matteo, which he failed once Matteo spoke in a sad, needy voice.
"Are you going back to him, Mista..?"
Mista froze and looked back at the other, seeing him sit up slowly.
"I am.. I can't- stay here with you. He'll find out."
Matteo frowned and ran his hand up along his own thigh slowly.
"But why..? He treats you so wrongly.. I can treat you right I really can.. I can touch you right, I can love you right. Please at least stay for the night.. Then you can decide in the morning."

Mista knew this was wrong, his gut told him it, his head told him it, his heart did. But the thought of being touched, he wanted it more than anything.

So he stayed.

In the morning, all Mista could feel was an awful hangover he slowly opened his eyes to meet with the harsh light coming through a window which was mostly covered with blue curtains, cheap ones nonetheless. Wait a minute, blue? Why we're they blue, he and Giorno own large red velvety curtains. Why are these different?
He began to throw his head around, looking around at the room until there was restyling besides him which caused his head to jerk down a lot faster than he would have liked it to, given the whiplash.
But there he saw it, or well, him. He saw someone with black hair, naked beside him sleeping. He could see the faint marks on his body, and he knew where they come from. Everything began to flood in from last night and panic settled in, he jumped up from the bed and grabbed his clothes that were discarded around the room as he stumbled to get dressed.

Matteo opened his eyes with a hum of the morning and looked up at Mista, his morning smile immediately dropping.
"You're leaving to see him. Aren't you..? After everything we did last night?"
Mista shook his head quickly as he finished putting his clothes on.
"Last night was a mistake, I have to. I can't stay here-"
Matteo after hearing those words and scoffed before getting out of the bed, leaving the room but before he did, he turned his head to see him.
"Fine. But I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see the sinful marks along your body, Mista."

After hearing this, he froze and rushed to the bathroom in the males apartment. To which then he lifted his sweater over his head to see such a mess. He loves having such a pretty mess on him, but at this time he hated it, it made him feel sick. But with that he slipped his sweater back on and sighed. He was thankful it was a turtle neck, but was he going to sleep in a turtle neck? Was he going to have to wear one lounging around the house when he had nothing else to do? He guessed so.

Mista had gathered his belongings and went back to the club to retrieve his car after taking a taxi to the location. And unlike the drive to the club last night, he a loud drive, he drove back home in complete silence. He didn't know what to do, what to even say when he'd get home, was Giorno even going to pay enough attention to him to realize he was gone all night, morning and early afternoon? This one the one time he'd hope not, he wanted to believe Giorno didn't know. But a part of him told him that he'd know.

Once he had finally reached the large house, he could see that Fugo's car was still here, along with the larger Limo that his Don boyfriend would usually take when going to fancy gatherings or important meetings. So once he stopped the car he took a moment to himself in the silence to take a deep breath before he got out and slowly approached the door.

But once he opened it, he was met with a unfamiliar sight. He found his boyfriend standing there, large dark rings under his eyes, hair an absolute mess and blood shot eyes. From crying? From not sleeping? Who knew. But Mista didn't dare to look him in the eyes, while he kept them glued to his shoes.

Giorno's POV

Giorno stared at his lover in worry, terrified that something had happened to him but he was thankful to see him back home, and in one piece nonetheless. But something was wrong, in a case like this, Mista would be all up on him, so why wasn't he? Did something happen?

"Guido, what's wrong..?"

                                                                  

Will Mista come clean to Giorno or will he keep it to himself? Stay tuned to find out!