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

bending his body backward and to the side. His chest
hair wasn’t too thick, but oddly organized, growing sideways, as if Domenico
combed it into perfection. Seth’s gaze followed Dom’s hands, all the way down
to the belt, which he opened, along with the slacks, revealing a flash of white
underwear.
    Seth watched him in the
mirror as he cleaned his teeth. There was nothing left of the skinny boy Seth
had known when they were kids. Then again, if Dom really was his protector,
then it was for the better that he was such a scary man. Seth’s skin prickled
when the catlike silhouette moved toward him, all Dom’s moves relaxed yet
somehow calculated, controlled. His bare feet were silent even on the old
wooden floor, as if he knew where to step to avoid unpleasant creaks.
    Seth gave him a
surprised look in the mirror, with his mouth full of toothpaste when Domenico
stopped behind him, clear amber eyes meeting his in the mirror. Even through
his top, Seth could feel the body heat radiating from the man.
    “Don’t stand so close,
you gay molester,” Seth said with his mouth full, actually enjoying
cock-teasing Dom.
    “Why, are you afraid of
me, big boy?” asked Dom and leaned forward, placing his palm next to the
mirror, his skin brushing Seth’s, as if by accident. Seth knew it couldn’t have
been so. Dom knew how to control his moves.
    Seth spat out the last
of the toothpaste and flinched away, even though he’d gladly melt into Dom’s
chest with his back. “We need some kind of bowl here, for washing. There’s no
fucking shower.”
    “I’ll get one tomorrow.”
    Seth changed places with
Domenico, who also wanted to use the meager facilities, but eventually, he
headed to bed. He couldn’t help but watch Dom from the bed though, the white
briefs peeking out like an invitation to pull them down. They were Calvin Kleins,
too.
    Domenico eventually
returned to the bedroom and turned around to pull down his slacks, letting Seth
see the gloriousness that was his tight ass under the layer of prime quality
cotton. Ogling wasn’t below Seth, so he enjoyed the view. All he needed was
some popcorn. He didn’t understand how Dom could be so calm about being gay and
caught red-handed. It wasn’t just looked down upon in the Family, it was a
death sentence. Seth already imagined a lonely life for himself in the future.
    His train of thought
muted when Domenico pushed down his briefs, presenting a firm ass with dimples
at the sides. Seth’s eyes went wide when he realized there was nothing around
for Dom to change into. When Domenico turned around to face him, the world
seemed to slow down. Seth’s eyes went straight for the prize that was the
heavy, uncut cock, presented to him on a plate of incredible abs and thighs of
a panther, with a side order of a gorgeous set of balls. Domenico clearly
trimmed his dark pubes, but he didn’t look overly manicured.
    “That’s how you’re going
to sleep?” Seth choked out and unconsciously inched away on the bed, already
under the comforter. His heart pounded and every inch of his skin screamed for
contact with the dangerously hot man in front of him. It was as if he hadn’t
had a drink for a year and Dom was the best smelling rum.
    “I need to let my cock
loose once in a while,” said Domenico, dropping his ass on the mattress. “You
should try it. Good for male virility.”
    “Wear something loose
then! You’re not alone here. Or with some fuck-boy of yours!” Seth could not
tear his gaze away from Dom if they paid him.
    “Afraid you’d be
tempted?” Domenico rolled to his back so hastily that some of his hair grazed
Seth’s cheek. Their eyes met, and having all his flesh and skin within reaching
distance, Seth found himself throbbing for touch.
    “What do you even mean?”
he moaned and put a hand on his forehead. How the fuck was he supposed to spend
more than twenty-four hours in this place without getting hard? His body was
already telling him to roll over on