Your son for Mine

chapter 13

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Goshdamned. Fuck. Jesus, Mario, pull yourself together. He braced his hands against the bathroom counter and looked up at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. He hadn't exactly been sleeping the past couple of nights. Both nights, they'd laid down, each in their respective beds, and each night all he had been able to do is stare up at the dark ceiling, listening to the beautiful man breathe and wishing he was in bed next to him feeling his weight draped over his chest.

He spun around and turned the shower on. He shed his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and stepped in, letting the hot water run down over his face, hoping maybe it would clear his head out. He hadn't laughed as hard as he did after Lucas's showdown with Agent Cow Cunt in years. Probably not since Miguel. He missed Him. He knew if he were there right then, he'd kick Mario's ass. Tell him to man up. Fuck the job— well, not really. Protect Lucas, but stop acting like he was doing it because it's his job because it was certainly more than that. He figured that out the minute the door to the hotel room closed. He'd turned around to say something to Lucas and couldn't remember what the fuck it was, because he was overcome by a very sudden and very strong urge to take the man and throw him up against the door and kiss the ever-living life out of him. Lucas with his dark hair that fell over his hazel eyes. The hazel eyes seemed to swirl around, changing color from golden brown to green and back again depending on his mood. Lucas, with that lithe body and that gorgeous ass.
The thought of that ass, the one that had shimmied up the pole in the club, the one that had been proudly displayed in his bathroom, that ass was enough to send Mario's hand straight down to his cock. Gosh, I'm horny. He hadn't jerked off in days. He didn't think he could and still look Lucas in the eye.

But as he stood in the shower, he didn't care. He stroked his shaft from the base to the tip and then twisted it. He closed his eyes. In his mind, he could see Lucas kneeling in front of him. The water plastered the man's dark hair to his forehead as he took Mario's cock in his hands. His stroke grew faster. Lucas licked his lips; his pupils were blown out, leaving only a thin rim of golden green around them. He braced his shoulders against the shower wall. The grip on his cock got tighter as he slowly moved his hand up and down.

Lucas looked up at him and Mario brought his other hand and ran it over his rigid belly before continuing up to pinch his nipple. First one, then the other. Gives a slight tug before running it back over his stomach and down to cup his balls. He squeezed gently a couple of times and then gave them a rough tug. He bit his lip to silence the groan that threatened to escape. He stroked his cock faster as he felt Lucas pushing that tight body up against him, chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh, cock-to-cock. Oh, Gosh. Faster. Tighter. Harder. Frantically, he pulled and stroked and twisted. His balls pulled up tight and he took the hand that had been massaging them and moved it around his hip to glide lightly down the crease of his ass. He squeezed his eyes tight and he could taste the blood on his lip where his teeth pressed hard down so hard they broke through the skin. Lucas wrapped his arms around him. He pushed his middle finger into his hole and twisted the tip of his cock. Lucas kissed him. Licking his lips, sucking his tongue, Mario's world went white, his body spasming in orgasm, as he shot ribbons of cum across the shower. He continued to slowly stroke himself until his balls were drained, then slid down the wall and curled up into a ball on the floor of the tub.

Mario opened his eyes. His vision blurred from the water that fell over them as he leaned his head against the wall and stared at the ugly green tile surrounding him as he sat alone in the bathroom while a beautiful man lay on a bed in the next room. He hugged his legs up tight to his chest. He knew what he should do. He knew what he wanted to do. But he had no fucking clue what to do.

Shit...