The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

24 - Twenty - Four - Caio's Point Of View.

I returned from the kitchen and flicked the light off as I stepped into the bedroom, heading to the bed.

"Eh?" Matteo said in the pitch black of the room.

"We're going to bed like you wanted." I said, knowing that wasn't what he wanted even in the slightest. I knew he wanted to run away and touch himself. But keeping him in the bed here meant neither of us could touch ourselves.

I climbed into the bed and tucked a pillow under my arm and head. Closing my eyes, I went to sleep.

The bed moved slightly, and it woke me up. Keeping my eyes closed, I heard Matteo whimper, and I opened my eyes. Did this man have no shame? He was touching himself behind me. His breath was laboured, his movements were shallow. He was trying to keep what he was doing hidden.

He whimpered again, and I sighed. He froze and whispered into the dark.

"C.. Caio? Are you awake?" Had I been sleeping I wouldn't hear his voice. It was so low.

I had to choose my words carefully here. He was no doubt already embarrassed by his actions and I had caught him.

"Hmm." I hummed, rolling over to face him in the dark. His back was to me and he was dead still. "Matteo... did you think about how you were going to clean yourself up after you got what you wanted?" I asked. Honestly curious about his answer.

"I.."

I reached around his hip under the blanket and pulled the pillow from between his legs. He groaned and covered his mouth with his hand.

"I should go to the spare room, I.. Sorry!" He said, and tried to move out of the bed. I dropped the pillow on the floor and used that now free hand to hold him in the bed.

"Caio! What are you doing? Let me go." He said, trying to flee.

"Why?" I hummed.

"So that I can go to the spare room to sleep."

"Sleep." I muttered, and moved my hand from his hip to between his legs, softly palming his boxer covered cock. He groaned, and he used his right hand to try to push my hand away.

"Caio...what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you sleep, Matteo." I hummed, feeling dirty for touching him this way. The worst part was he was reacting to my hand on him, and I was pleased with that. His whimpers and laboured breath made my cock hard, and I hated that. I hated that this kid had such a hold on me recently.

"Don't do something you will regret." Matteo whispered into the dark and pushed at my hand again. "You're in love with my mother."

His words felt like he slapped me. I hated he said that in this moment.

"Matteo, Listen to me. For the last time, I am not in love with your mother anymore."

"Nonsense, you've been in love with her for the last—----" I moved my hand against his cock and he stopped speaking and his eyes closed. "Caio, please don't play with me like this...." He whimpered. I went to take my hand away from him and he grabbed my hand and pulled it back. I was confused. "My feelings don't play with my feelings." He hissed.

I moved over, away from the edge of the bed, and pulled Matteo closer and away from the edge. I leaned down by his ear and whispered. "I don't understand why I find your presence so demanding in the last week, but I need to touch you, Matteo. Bear with me."

"Caio, please... you will regret this," Matteo said, but he didn't fight my touch. He seemed to melt under my fingers.

"Look at me." I whispered, and he rolled slightly, so that he was on his back and looking at me, his eyes full of need and fear. He sat up suddenly and wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing his lips to mine in a hungry need. I kissed him back, and he was slowly taking control of the way things were moving.