The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

17 - Seventeen - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Cracking open one of my eyes sometime later, I was looking up at Caio's face and he was intently watching the TV, one of his hands tangled in my hair. He was flexing his hand open and closed. The feeling of his fingertips on my scalp was very relaxing.

He paused his massage on my head and I sighed. He looked down and seemed surprised to see me looking up at him.

"Don't stop, that is very pleasing on my scalp." I muttered.

"I thought you were still sleeping." Caio whispered.

"Keep massaging my head, and I'll go back to sleep. Fuck, that was so relaxing."

His fingers started moving again, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling immensely. I wished he would use both hands, but that was complicated with the way we were on the couch. He stopped again and spoke.

"You should head to bed, Matteo."

"No. Keep massaging."

He heard me, but didn't move his fingers on my scalp. Sitting up, I scooted all the way into his lap, his hand falling out of my hair. I set my head on his shoulder and spoke again.

"Massage."

Caio surprised me when he stood up and took me with him right off the couch. I knew I was light, but not that fucking light. Caio started walking towards the spare bedroom, and I panicked. I remembered the evidence of my self pleasure was laying there right out in the open.

"Caio! Wait!"

"What Matteo?"

"I want to sleep in your bed!"

He came to a complete stop, and I thought he was going to drop me.

"Matteo—--"

"The sun is far too bright in the spare room and I don't like it. It makes sleeping really hard." I said, lying through my teeth and he sighed, but turned around. He took me to his room and dropped me on his bed. His face told me he knew something was up, but he didn't ask, and I wasn't going to tell him anything.

He didn't need to know.

He left the room, and I just sat there. I heard him flicking things off in the living room before he joined me in his room. He lowered the temperature in the room and it was lovely. He waited until I was lying on one half of the bed, before he turned the light off, but not before jamming a pillow between us, as if he hadn't just been touchy with me on the couch.

Closing my eyes, I laid on the top of the blankets, not wanting to make Caio anymore uncomfortable with me. Closing my eyes, I was almost asleep when I felt Caio yank the blankets.

"Matteo, are you on top of the fucking blankets?"

"Mmm." I muttered, closing my eyes again.

"Get under the fucking blankets." He bitched.

I struggled to get under them, but I did. Closing my eyes, flipped over and snuggled into the separating pillow that smelled heavily of Caio. Caio tossed and turned until he finally got comfortable, too. I completely passed out then.

Moving closer to Caio at some point in the night, I woke up against him, my broken foot tossed over both his legs. I had completely tucked one of my hands up the hem of his t-shirt and rested it on his chest.

Slowly, the more I woke up, the more I worried if Caio woke up he was going to be unhappy with this. Attempting to move away from Caio, he cleared his throat, and I froze.

"It's still early. Go back to sleep."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't."