He is poison, p.15
He is Poison, page 15
And it was getting even worse, with Seth sitting there in silence like a frightened rabbit, sipping his drink, one hand still hidden under the table. And this was the future Don? Laughable! With Vincente being reckless enough for the current Don to even consider making Seth his heir, Domenico was the perfect option. He was calm, intelligent, and good at the job. But he wasn’t even taken into account. Because he wasn’t born to the woman the Don had married. How was that fair?
“And you?” He sighed, playing with the crumbling tart on his plate. “What would you do?”
“I don’t know. I’m not good at much.” It sounded more like ‘I don’t want to talk to you’. Domenico didn’t want to give him the courtesy.
“Cooking,” offered Domenico, so as not to suggest prostitution as a valid career option for someone with an ass like Seth.
“Yeah, I like cooking,” he muttered, looking like a house of cards on the verge of collapsing.
Domenico bit his lip. “Did you try asking your father to change his decision? Maybe it would work?”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. We’re both stuck, okay? You wanna show me some Berlin clubs or something?” Seth downed his drink, eyes focused on the tablecloth.
Domenico smiled, relaxing a bit. “What kind of clubs?”
“You know what kind of clubs.”
“I know you want a gay club, but what kind of gay club do you want?” Domenico was amused. The kid had lived in New York for the last three years, for God’s sake!
“I just wanna go out somewhere good. You said you’ve been around. Just don’t make it something freaky, and I’m good.”
“Classy? Fun? Sexy?” Domenico finished his cake.
“Sexy.” The idiot was still clenching his fists to his body.
Oh no, the legit son wasn’t screwing anyone on Domenico’s watch.
“Sure,” he said outloud, pulling out his wallet and throwing a one hundred Euro bill on the table.
“And big. Big, sexy club, with lots of drinks and hot guys.” Seth stood up without even asking about the bill. Dom didn't mind since it was he who had invited Seth in the first place. His mom had taught him to pay for his dates.
“There’s one fifteen minutes from here.” Domenico got up as well and made his way into the corridor.
The club was just as Domenico had described it. Located in a former factory building, it had a huge dancing area, a chill out zone, and a darkroom in the basement. Seth’s eyes darted toward Domenico who was leaning against the wall with a Coke in his hand, much like the pregnant woman sitting nearby. It was freaky that he refused to order any alcohol in a place like this.
Seth on the other hand was on the best way to being full of alcohol, like a properly made zabaglione , and he couldn’t wait to get there. At least being here meant he didn’t have to be stuck in the same room with Domenico. He shuddered at the memory of their conversation in the restaurant. Every time he looked back at that handsome face, all he could think of was blood. Lots of blood everywhere. And the worst thing was that there was no one in this fucking club who looked better than that bastard. Domenico always appeared as if he had stepped out of a fashion magazine spread, but now, in the navy-colored suit, which just had to be made to measure, because that’s how well it fit, he was more than just a feast to the eyes. If he weren't such a prick, Seth would have loved to fuck him into the mattress, smelling his deliciously smooth hair and caressing the warm flesh.
He smiled mindlessly at the thought, before realizing it also meant he smiled at Domenico, so he turned back to the bar and ordered another shot of ‘black bomb’, whatever it was. And Domenico had chosen the club well. There was a dance floor full of hunks, a good mix of pop, techno, and testosterone in the air. Just like Seth liked it.
“Same for me,” said a velvety voice from Seth’s side, and when he took a look at where it came from, his eyes met a manly face. Handsome, but a bit too squarish for his taste.
“Oh yeah? You see me and you assume I’m foreign?” Seth laughed, as the man spoke in English, though with a strong German accent.
“You just asked for your drink in English.”
Seth leaned against the bar with a low chuckle. The alcohol must have gotten his brain to slow down. “You a natural blond?” Seth laughed and tousled the stranger’s hair.
“Are you Italian?” The man flashed him a perfect white grin.
“Si.” Seth raised his glass to the stranger when they got their drinks.
“Where from?” The man slid an arm around Seth’s midsection and tugged him away from the bar.
“Sicily. Are you local?” He reciprocated the hug, feeling a lot more confident than around Domenico. Come to think of it, when out of the clutches of the family home, he always felt more confident than with Domenico.
“No, I’m originally from a village near Munich, but I live here now. Pretty close to this place, actually.” His warm fingers tickled Seth’s ribs.
“Oh yeah? Cause I’m a tourist. You got your own place?” Seth downed his shot and scowled at how sweet it was.
“I have a roommate, but he’s out for the weekend. I’m Kurt, by the way.” The man reached out his hand, even though he was already embracing Seth.
“Seth. Can’t wait to be a tourist...” The grin on his face faded, and he trailed away when they practically walked into Domenico.
“Where are we going?” came the stern baritone.
Kurt blinked, confused, and drew back just a bit. “Is... uh, is that your boyfriend?”
Seth rolled his eyes. “In his dreams. Roommate.”
“His bodyguard,” said Domenico. Plain and simple. His face was just as emotionless as it had been when Seth had first seen him as an adult, in that horrible warehouse in New York City. “Wherever he’s going, I’m going as well.”
Kurt frowned at Seth, and his arm slid away from his back. Seth sighed, already feeling this would not end well. “You know what, maybe tonight isn’t the best...” He sighed. “I’ll be staying in Berlin a bit longer, I’ll give you my number?”
Before Kurt could even respond, Domenico stepped in, taking away his cell. “That would be a security breach. You cannot give your number to random people.”
Kurt cleared his throat, raising his hands in defeat. “You know what, I’m actually visiting family this week, so I won’t be available after tomorrow. Sorry.”
Seth faked a smile as he said his good-byes. “Thanks,” he spat to Domenico as soon as his would-be-fuck fled the stage.
Dom looked at him with a serious expression. “You’re not going to anyone’s house. Find someone in the restroom.”
Seth shook his head. “Whatever.” He turned without looking back and went straight for the toilets. He needed to pee anyway. He didn’t even remember how much he had drunk already. Having a bodyguard sucked ass. Even one so handsome.
He strolled into the large, industrial bathroom with a row of urinals right up front. Hoping for a moment of peace and quiet though, he quickly made his way into one of the stalls. The whole club was surprisingly clean for what it was, and the stall was no exception. Gray and white tiles, and a poster of an upcoming party mounted on one of the walls. He could hear unmistakable sounds coming from one of the closed stalls, so he went to the last one, eager for a moment of peace. The will to fuck had died in him for the night. Domenico would surely ruin it anyway. He sat down on the toilet seat with a sigh and tried to focus. His mind was hazy with the alcohol, yet Seth was sure he could down a few more shots before going to sleep. There was a shuffle to his left when someone occupied the stall next door, but he didn’t pay it much mind until he heard someone knock on the wooden parting. Seth shot it a glance and froze at the sight of a circular opening. There was a piece of paper stuck through it, and he could see the two fingers that held it.
Seth’s lips parted and he took the note without thinking, but, when he opened it, it was in German. Of course. It took another look at the hole in the wall for him to realize what he was actually looking at. This was no regular ‘hole’. This was a glory hole. His eyes went wider, and so did his throat. Bingo.
There was another knock, and through the muffled noise of fucking a few stalls to the right, he caught the sound of a zipper opening. His breath stilled, before it came back with double speed. This was perfect. So perfect that he was wondering why he had never done it before. A completely anonymous German guy, one he didn’t have to chat up or look at. The stall walls went all the way to the tiles, so even if Dom chose to come in and have a peek underneath, he wouldn't get to see anything.
Seth’s gaze didn’t leave the hole for a second. He leaned forward to support his elbows on his thighs, and his mouth watered when he caught the first glimpse of an uncut cock. He grinned to himself and slowly slid down to the tiles on his knees. He was actually going to do this! Eyeing the cock like a new friend, he leaned closer.
All the way in now, the penis was only half-hard, but it was a beauty: long and thick, the head still covered by silky foreskin.
“Mmm... hello there...” he muttered to himself, breathing on the skin and he ran his fingers along the top of the slowly darkening dick. Without much thought, he slid his tongue into the sheath of foreskin, marveling at the satiny feel of the guy’s cock. It felt soft, and the musky, yet clean smell made him groan.
Seth grabbed the shaft with one hand and struggled to unbuckle his own belt with the other while he closed his lips around the cockhead. There was no hurry. Domenico could wait for him. He smiled at the thought.
His briefs felt tighter when the other guy’s dick twitched in his mouth, hardening fast. Seth pulled his trousers down just enough to touch himself and sucked on the delicious stranger. He imagined what he could look like. Aryan German like that Kurt guy? He sucked harder, while stroking the shaft. No, this dick was darker than that. Turkish? Nevertheless, it was absolutely delicious: clean, but it had been a few hours since his shower, so the natural taste overpowered the soap. With the shaft expanding to full hardness, the foreskin retracted, uncovering the head. Seth shivered, gathering the saltiness from the slit on top. He could be as thorough as he wanted, and no one would know. Better than a darkroom even, as he could see the whole cock in bright light. He pulled back his lips to see the beauty in its full (hole) glory as he worked it with his hand. It was erect, straight and dark, the tip like a glazed plum. He leaned in to suckle on the loose skin and kissed the underside moments later, but finally took his hand away, just to pull down his own briefs. Seth couldn’t stop kissing around the head, already fully hard himself. From behind the wall, he heard a muffled groan.
Seth started slowly pumping his own cock, imagining a brawny Turk on the other side, and had to crook his head a little, to take more of the cock into his mouth. He closed his lips, tuning into the pulse of the other man. The prick felt alive on his tongue, and he was sorry he couldn’t touch this other guy’s balls, lick them all over like he did with the cock. Hollowing his cheeks, Seth took him in even farther.
Though as he kept sucking, bobbing his head in a steady pace, and hitting his nose against the wall every now and again when he tried to take too much, the magic of the glory hole was wearing off. Seth supposed the best thing about it was the anonymity, but he’d much rather be able to get his nose into the guy’s pubes, not a wall. He couldn’t grab his ass, have the man slide fingers into his hair and pull Seth closer... This was a bit too cool and impersonal for his taste, but he still loved the way the hard length slid in and out over his tongue, pushing deep enough to almost choke him. He supposed it would if it weren’t for the wall.
And then, the guy tried to slam himself deeper, and Seth noticed the way the wooden wall shook, assaulted by his partner’s hips on the other side. He smiled in his mind, but tried to lean in even closer and make his mouth available for the thrusts. Seth had to admit to himself though that sucking cock wasn’t a skill he’d ever perfected. It was the novelty of the glory hole that drew him in, whereas usually he’d prefer to do other things with a guy. Well, unless it was him being sucked.
And then, the cock in his mouth throbbed, spurting hot wetness deep into his throat. He didn’t even feel its taste, which was a relief as he’d never sucked off a guy who tasted good. He struggled not to choke, but swallowing was his preferred way of dealing with getting rid of any taste as fast as possible. His focus quickly went back to his own cock, and he stroked himself in harsh, fast moves, just to get off, while still suckling the softening dick. The guy pulled back with a small sound, his cock slowly drawing back through the hole like the head of a frightened turtle.
Seth couldn’t even laugh at the thought, too concerned with his own approaching orgasm. It felt rough without lube, but he didn’t mind, just holding himself up with one hand against the wall. He came with a prolonged moan, closing his eyes for a moment of pure bliss. He leaned his sweaty forehead against the wooden wall and was startled by another sound. What, another cock to suck? That he was not gonna do. He let out a hoarse laugh, still panting, and fell back to sit on his ass for a moment. But it wasn’t a cock in the hole. It was another piece of paper.
“What? A ‘thank you’ note?” Seth laughed and grabbed the paper, as his heartbeat was slowly steadying. But when he read the text, his pulse went straight up to his throat.
It was in Italian.
You have the sweetest mouth a slut can have - Domenico
He went completely still, wishing for time to stop. This couldn’t be happening! Seth pulled his lips into his mouth, embarrassed to the core, and he scrambled over to the other wall, so Domenico couldn’t see him, in case the fucker looked through the hole. He couldn’t breathe. There was only one thing that could save him. He could never leave this cabin. Ever.
“You know...” Domenico’s deep voice sent chills down his spine. “I am never going to forget this.”
Seth hit the wall with his fist in pure fury. He could already imagine being mocked for this to the end of his life and his face was on fire.
“That’s what you like? Letting an anonymous guy fuck your mouth?”
“Fuck off, you dickwad!” Seth struggled for his voice not to tremble and slowly pulled his pants up. “You don’t know me!” he added, knowing it sounded like something an angry emo sixteen-year-old would say. Fuck!
“I knew you suck cock better than I would have suspected judging from your attitude.”
“Piss off! This isn't right!” Seth hugged the wall but showed it no more affection by hitting it again. “I was curious!”
“Don’t be a baby. Let’s go home. Or do you want to wash your mouth with another drink?” Dom suggested innocently.
“Yes! I’m gonna fucking brush my teeth with a tequila! And I’m not a ‘baby’, and I’ll go home on my own!” Seth hugged himself, trying to work out what to do. He knew what he didn’t want to do—look Domenico in the face.
“You know I won’t allow that.” Shit, the guy was too calm.
Embarrassment was burning into Seth’s very core, especially at how eager he must have appeared in the sucking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! “So just fuck off for now! You got what you wanted!”
“That was just a small wish come true.” Seth practically saw Domenico wave dismissively. “Now show me you’re a man and come out.”
“I don’t wanna!” Seth yelled at him and punched the wall again, but managed a wobbly attempt at standing up.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We fucked. Now it’s time to drink and watch some boxing on TV.” Seth could hear mild irritation in Domenico’s voice, which only made him feel violated, even though there was no way for him to admit to it without sounding like a weakling. And he couldn’t be one if he was to survive around people like Domenico. He took a deep breath and slammed open the door, rushing out without as much as a glance back, even though all he wanted was to curl up in the corner of that stall.
“There.” Domenico sighed, following him like some creepy stalker. It was infuriating.
“I said ‘fuck off’!” Seth turned and shoved Dom at a sink, blood boiling in his veins. Two guys looked at them from the corner with wary expressions, but Domenico only shrugged it off.
“So far, it’s me fucking you.”
“I’m warning you... stay the fuck away,” hissed Seth before rushing out of the restroom to be instantly swallowed by the thud of techno music. Now where was the bar? He could still taste the fucking dick in his mouth! And right now, it made him want to puke. He found the bar in the middle of the dance floor and gruffly took his place in the queue for drinks. Predictably, he soon smelled Domenico’s cologne. At least the fucker was keeping his mouth shut.
Seth ordered three different shots, not even caring much what was in them, and couldn’t wait to down the first one as soon as possible. Maybe it would be acid and burn his throat clean?
“You asked for it.” Domenico’s breath tickled his bare neck. “You’d suck anyone, so why are you pissed off about it being me?”
Seth could feel his cheeks going aflame again. He felt dirty. “’Cause I wanted an anonymous suck! Is that a crime now?” He pushed Dom back and downed the next shot. This one was red on top and pink on the bottom. Not that it made any difference in light of his goal of getting shit-faced.
“It is when you’re in potential danger.” Domenico smirked, leaning against the tiny high table Seth was drinking at. It might have looked like they were flirting. Like Dom was chatting him up to lead him to the parking lot, bend him over the hood of his ridiculously expensive black limo, and fuck his ass. Except that Seth was totally fucked already.
“You want a drink?”
“No. I need to make sure no one gives you some nasty infection. You can never know with these people.” And with that, he made a broad gesture with his arm, indicating the unsuspecting patrons.
“Well too bad, you’re getting one anyway,” Seth spat and emptied his last drink straight into Domenico’s face. Dom didn’t flinch, didn’t try to avoid it. He just squeezed his eyes shut, and then fished out a clean fabric handkerchief and used it to dry his face.
