Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 by K.A. Merikan Page B

man’s warm breath brushed
over his fingers.
    “You’ve never seen
people having sex?” asked Dom without an ounce of guilt. Or embarrassment for that
matter. The guy was freaking gay and didn’t care the Don’s son found out? What
kind of holy cow was he?
    “You will not get away
with this.” Seth shook him, breathing hard and standing so close their noses
almost touched. Seth could smell the sex on him. When Domenico snorted, opening
his mouth, his warm breath became even more tangible, giving Seth the
beginnings of a very confused boner.
    “Oh, that’s rich. What
is it that you want to do to me?”
    Dom’s words were making
him just as angry as his own excitement, and there was no other way to deal
with it.
    He punched Domenico
right in the face, so hard the fucker’s head hit the wooden wall behind him.
The moment Seth felt control of the situation back on his side, a wave of pain
hit his hand, and he swore.
    Domenico’s face relaxed,
and he shook his head, straightening his neck as if nothing had happened.
“There, now leave my shirt the fuck alone. It’s worth more than your sorry
gun.”
    Seth bit on the inside
of his lips, frustrated to no end and hugging his hurt hand close. He let Dom
go but shoved him at the wall once more. “Are you not ashamed at all?” he
whispered, completely lost.
    Domenico buttoned up his
suit jacket and swiftly made a knot on his tie. He was looking at Seth as if he
were being forced to interact with a complete idiot. “No.”
    Seth felt as if he were
trapped in some parallel universe where none of his words made sense anymore.
“In a church? With a man?” he added, and grabbed Dom’s arm when he saw him
walking away with a shrug. “I’m talking to you!”
    Domenico’s eyes snapped
right back to him. “Since when is it your business whose hole I fuck?”
    Seth loosened his grip
and let Dom go in the end. He didn’t have anything left in him. He could hear
the slight drag of Domenico’s shoes over the polished floor, but he didn’t even
bother to look at him before Domenico actually called out to him.
    “Are you coming?”
    Seth looked at the floor
and put his hands in his pockets as he walked out. Domenico had no shame, and
Seth couldn’t understand it, but his mind still wandered back to Dom’s ass
tensing as he fucked the guy with such aggressive fervor. Like one of those
fuck machines Seth had seen in porn. Only better.
    When he finally left the
church, it wasn’t raining anymore, and he found Domenico standing by an old
gravestone, cigarette in hand as if nothing had happened. The stone wings of
the angel statue behind Domenico created a picturesque vision, once again
reminding Seth of this man’s infernal origin. Then again, if Dom was gay, maybe
Seth could let off some steam and fuck him. That would teach him respect.
    With that thought still
lingering in his mind, Seth lit a cigarette as well.
    “We need to pack,”
muttered Domenico after a minute of uncomfortable silence. Seth’s gaze wandered
to the fresh grave two men were still working on.
    “Huh? Am I going back to
the States already?” Seth pouted, finally looking at Domenico and hoping his
gaze could stab, but the guy calmly blew some smoke into the wind. He looked so
fucking post-orgasmic. Seth could stare at him for hours if it wasn’t for him
talking.
    “We’re flying to Berlin
tonight.”
    “Me? And you?” Seth
looked around, even though he knew there was no help coming.
    Domenico pursed his lips
around the cigarette and looked at him from behind the shades. “Yes, us.”
    “Great, just great.”
Seth took a drag from his cigarette. “The fuck we’re gonna do in Berlin? Some
kinky shit?”
    “I see you’ve been
there,” chuckled Domenico, leaning back with a smile of reddened lips. “Why.
You up for that?”
    “No. But I can imagine
it’s an idea that comes to your depraved mind. And yes, I’ve been to Berlin
once.”
    “We’re going to have fun
then.” Domenico raised