TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"Gufo seems nice," I say into the silence. I'm in Toro's bedroom (which I'm quietly freaking out about) in the dark, snuggled into his settee with a thick blanket and pillow. Of course, it's a tight fit and slightly uncomfortable due to the wooden frame with cushions, but it's better me than him, plus he's upset about his brother.

"He is," his gruff voice echoes. "That's him dopier than usual. I'm, uh, sorry about what he said, about the whole 'boyfriend' thing, I know you're new into this whole gay thing and I don't want you to feel awkward—"

"Tony," I cut. "It's fine, there's nothing wrong with his assumption."

"Oh, Yeah, of course. I mean, I just know we're friends."

"Friends," cue the hurt pride. "Yeah."

A pause.

"Why do you sound like that?"

"Like what?" I whisper. "I'm fine."

"Bull," he growls and I hear the shuffling of quilt covers as his silhouette in the darkness sits up. "I hate liars Zachary."

I shiver as I stare at him, and he stares at me, "Why would I lie?"

"Because you're afraid of my answer," he retorts.
I bite my lip, "Tony—"

"Don't," he commands and I bite my tongue. He gets out of bed, seamlessly, smoothly. His feet touch the floor and he stands, reaching his full impressive height. He takes a step towards me, another one, then one more. My heart picks up, skipping a beat and causing my chest to rise and fall quicker and quicker as he slowly approaches. He reaches the settee and I awkwardly shuffle so I'm sat, looking at him with a long stare. He returns it.

"Zachary... what do you want from me?" He asks lowly, his voice insecure and nervous.

"I—" What do I want from him? What do I truly desire from our relationship? My voice catches and my entire body freezes as my brain goes into overdrive.

He detects my hesitation and sighs, "If you just want to be friends, that's fine."

"No!" I exclaim then gasp at my own response.

He quietens.

"I-I mean, I don't want to like, offend you or anything and I really enjoy spending my time with you, I'm not sure if it's reciprocated but I do care. I'm not sure what you think 'cause you're this seductive enigma that drives me insane despite putting me in danger, almost getting me killed and making me burn down a drug plant or basically kill someone—"

"—Zachary—"

"—But I really love your company and actually get a kick out of the danger 'cause screw safety! I've lived such a dull life, but you stepped in and here I am! Gay like a fucking rainbow and in a gang house. A gang house—"

"—Zachary—"

"—how insane's that?! Drugs, crime, guns, danger. It's so strange how addictive this world is, but I don't think I'm addicted to that. I think I'm addicted to you. You draw me in and I know how cheesy I sound, but unlike the notebook, I know what I want and it is simple—"

He presses his lips against mine.

My heart stops beating and my entire world slows down to an abrupt, pleasantly still. His lips are warm, delicate and perfect against mine, as if God specifically crafted them to seamlessly mould against me. His piney scent overwhelms my senses, hugs me, envelops me in him and drives me closer. After a second, I kiss back and I swear, fireworks explode in the back of my mind. My stomach flips and finally, my heart beats again, pumping blood down there, granting me the excitement. His lips begin to move against mine and a hesitant hand brushes my cheek as he nestles my face between his palms. I slowly snake my hands around his neck and tug him forward, causing him to drop to his knees and push himself flush against me. We fit, like lock and key, perfectly made for each other with his broad frame and my skinny one. I run my fingers through his hair and lightly tug, emanating a deep, animalistic groan deep within his chest. He nips my bottom lip and I gasp, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth and dart around, testing, tasting. He explores and so do I, as my hands roam from his hair to his large shoulder, to his chest and his biceps- I just can't get enough.

He picks me up in a bundle, lips still locked with mine and walks us to the bed with a couple of long strides. He drops me onto the mattress and breathes, "Beautiful."

Blushing, I teasingly back up in the darkness, pressing my back to the headboard as I feel his burning gaze on me. Excitement bubbles in my chest as he dangerously crawls onto the bed, his large frame perfect in every way. He reaches my ankle and grabs it, tugging me down so I'm laid on my back. I let out a small squeal of delight, my nerves getting the best of me as he boxes me in between his two, strong arms. His face stares down over mine, closing in slowly and leaving me quivering in anticipation. Finally, his lips lock onto mine again and I release a heavy moan, hugging his shoulders and raking my nails down his shoulder blades as he grounds his hips against mine, causing me to gasp in pleasure. He uses this to his advantage as he slips his tongue between my lips, I give him much deserved dominance as he completely takes over.
His hips roll and he finally lets out a deep groan, releasing my lips and burying into the crook of my neck, nipping, biting and sucking. He reaches a spot and I moan, a sudden burst of pleasure zipping through my muscles, straight to my groin. He takes the hint and proceeds to suck on that spot, causing me to pant as he continues grounding down on me.

"Tony..." I breathe as he releases me neck.

Caressing my cheek, he pecks me on the lips before rolling off of me. I whimper and turn to him, but he simply presses me back but runs his other hand lower and lower, teasing the waistband of my bottoms. I bite my lip as he enters and grabs my hard shaft, his large calloused hand causing shivers to run down my spine, an explosion of sparks to saw throughout my veins and a moan to echo from my lips.

"...please..."

He pumps it slowly, leisurely as he whispers naughty things into my ear that causes more excitement to heighten the experience. I'm aware of him, only him, not caring that I'm in the gang mansion surrounded by deadly men and women.

With a shaky hand, I grope him and he groans but continues pumping me, sending electricity through my veins. I palm him through his briefs and love the way he shivers, feeling powerful through his reactions.

His pace quickens on my length and I moan, pant and struggle to breathe. I feel a strange feeling build as tingles envelope myself, as his hands work magic and my eyes squeeze shut. Suddenly, waves of deep pleasure erupts and
so does my cock, long strands of cum coat my boxers as I groan, "Tony, oh Tony-oh." Squeezing his harder, he hisses but I bury my face into his chest, not letting go and shaking as spasms rake my body. Finally, I look up at him and peck his jawline and squeeze him suggestively.

He looks at me, "Not tonight. Get some sleep."

"But—"

"You're tired," he interrupts. "Go to sleep."

I sigh and snuggle into his warm side contently, exhaling, "I really care for you."

"I really care for you too."