Mob Men Ch. 01

The weather might have made my mood foul, or it could be that I had been waiting for over an hour for someone who had no thought for anyone but himself. Right now I don't care much about him, either. Maybe I'm grumpy because it took longer than usual to lose my tails.

I raise a cigarette to my lips, my first all day. I know I shouldn't, not before meeting, but I feel like telling the whole world to fuck off. I snap open my lighter and raise it to the tip, only to have the cigarette flicked from my lips.

It can only be Alex.

"I told you not to smoke until after we meet."

I watch my cigarette disappear into the gutter with the rain. He grabs my collar.

"Come on, let's go fuck."

I don't know why I agree to this in the first place. It would be more than possible to make two homophobic mafia families believe that the respective prized sons were gay, without using sex. Or to piss them off without fucking anybody. I know Alex is smart enough to come up with a way to do it, but he's a pretty selfish bastard. I think part of him just likes knowing that he's sticking it to the rival's son.

"This way," he says, tapping my arm. The hotel is nothing special. I stand by the elevator while he pays for the room. He uses his real name, then looks over at me, then adds my name as well. Yeah, I know we're supposed to be caught.

His walk is jaunty as he strolls across the lobby to join me at the elevators. "Room 436," he says. He sounds smug, though there's really no reason for it. The only sound on the short ride to the fourth floor is the ding of the elevator and his humming. He always does that on elevators, and it's almost always the same tune. Every time I hear that fucking Muppet theme now, I get a chubby.

I don't know how many times we've done this over the last year--meeting up, fucking, then going on about our business. It's irregular, but lately it's been a lot. Alex always calls me first.

I don't bother looking around while he opens the room. I lost my tail, but isn't the whole point of this thing to get caught? I should have been less careful.

Alex starts undressing as soon as the door shuts. "I wanna fuck you in the ass," he sings, which he only knows because of that old Swedish commercial that everyone rediscovered. Those are the only words he knows, too.

I sigh, and remove my coat.

"Are you ready?" Alex asks, folding his pants.

"Yeah," I respond. "This is getting really dangerous, you know what I'm saying?"

"Sweet."

At some point one round became two, then two rounds became two with foreplay, sometimes three without. It's no longer a surprise when Alex comes up behind me and starts kissing my neck. I can feel his erection poking at my lower back. We've never done it standing up, but I think our height differences wouldn't serve us well if we tried. I finish unbuttoning my shirt while Alex unbuckles my pants. He nips at my neck and ear, unzipping my trousers to thrust his hand inside and cup my balls.

"Somebody's eager," I grumble. I sound like I don't want it.

"Someone else is in a bad mood," he replies smoothly, using his long fingers to coax me to full erection.

"I could have used that cigarette." Dropping my shirt, I step away from Alex to shuck my pants and sit down on the bed. "I'm down to three per day, thanks to some nosy Russian bastard."

"Do you have to go back to work after this?" Alex inquires.

I shake my head, watching him. He's pale, and looks like he descended from some sort of ancient Arctic royalty. His hips are narrow and his body is slim. He's built like a diver; just muscles running under skin, over bone. We don't match.

"You're giving me a weird look," Alex says as he throws his briefs onto his neat clothes pile. "What's up?"

I shrug. "Maybe nobody's figured this--" I gesture between us, "out yet is because I don't look like your type."

Alex laughs, which makes his erection bounce. "You know nothing about gay culture, my friend. The gym is like a homo holy place." He kneels between my thighs and runs his hand over my pecs. "All this is gay crack. It's everyone's type. I mean, I could stand to bulk up if I wanted to pull more hole. You're a bite-sized muscle man with an amazing ass and a thick cock. Plus, the guido tan really helps."

"Huh," I say, and that's all I can manage before he goes down on me.

Alex is a genius at giving head now. His tongue never stops moving, whipping the underside of my shaft while his lips encase it, teasing the slit as he sucks on the head, teasing my balls when he takes them in his mouth. When he's ready to make me cum, he starts bobbing up and down, faster and faster, and tugs my balls while he does it. Right when I can't keep my hips still anymore Alex just works the tip, jacking my shaft with his free hand.

I think Alex likes it that I don't warn him anymore, but that's maybe because he can tell as well as I can when I'm going to shoot down his throat. I fall back on the bed and clutch the blankets, pushing my dick as far into Alex's mouth as I can, shuddering with each spurt.

"Fuck," I breathe hard. "Ah, fuck that's good."

"You came pretty fast," he says, wiping his mouth. Alex grabs a condom and puts it on, watching me watch him.

"You got better," I reply.

"That's because I know what you like," he retorts. "Lube up, Mario. My dick is Bowser and it's coming for your Princess Peach."

"Lame," I retort, but I'm laughing anyway.

Round one is quick. I make sure my ass is slick and get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Alex slides that long, slender cock into me, and then grabs my hips and starts pounding. He comes, I don't, and then I clean up and flop into bed while he showers off. I don't mind letting Alex get one nut out of the way. It still feels good. He's just gearing up for the post-fuck post-nap fuck, the one that lasts longer and leaves me knobby-kneed and exhausted.

I lie there half-asleep, listening to him sing over the sound of the water and the patter of rain on the window. I know the song, I think, some rock ballad from the nineties. He has a nice voice. That was the first thing I noticed when he first approached me. We met at a black ties event for some bigwig friend of both our families, maybe the birthday of an appropriately crooked politician. It was fancy enough to check your weapons and bodyguards at the door, so there was no one to stop him when he stood next to me.

"Do you have any idea why we're here?" he asked in a mellow tone.

I glared at the glass of champagne in my hand. "None." I wished it were a cigarette.

"You're with the Fillipelli family, right?"

"Mario." I looked over at him for the first time, noticing the fair skin, blue eyes, the wide mouth and light brown hair. "Ivanov. Alexander, isn't it?"

"Alex." His smile didn't erase the boredom from his expression. "Our families are watching. Should we shake hands?"

I shrugged and offered mine. He hung onto it when I began to draw back.

"You in the mood to piss off your people?'' he asked suddenly.

I looked around quickly, and saw my grandfather, father, my uncles, and my cousins staring at us. I could guess which partygoers were related to Alex Ivanov by the daggers that were shooting at me from their eyes.

"Yes."

"Awesome," he said, and let go of my hand. "Then we are now best friends. Smile at me."

I did.

"Let's have coffee sometime."

"Where?" I don't know why that was the first thing out of my mouth.

"Café du Sud."

I nodded. Haitian territory. Safe. "Wednesday at eleven."

Alex clapped me on the back. We didn't speak for the rest of the night, but fuck if I didn't catch hell for talking to him. I pretended like I had no idea who Alex was. It was the most fun I'd had in years.

***

I wake up to the pressure of fingertips on my back. "What are you doing?" I mutter to the pillow. "What time is it?"

"Looking at your tattoos," Alex responds. "You can go back to sleep. It's barely two thirty."

He's strange, but it is relaxing in the same way that it is to have someone play with your hair. His fingers run down the diamond that ends at the top of my ass, then trail slightly lower.

"Forget about it," I say. "I will fart on your hand."

Alex laughs. "I want to stamp my name right here," he says, rubbing lightly.

"No one will ever get their name stamped on my ass, or anywhere on my body," I reply.

"You're running out of room," he comments, tracing the muscles. "You're going to have to start getting them here."

I yawn. "Next one goes up the back of my neck."

"Chickenshit," Alex says. "If you're going to be the one mafioso with tattoos, you gotta commit."

I try to slap him, but I'm too sleepy. "You're a fucking idiot."

"I'm fucking an idiot," he rejoins. I snort. "Go back to sleep." He ruffles my hair.

I do.

***

Originally, it wasn't going to be like this. We were just going to make people suspicious, just for fun. That's what he said on the phone before we met, at least. It was Alex's idea, and I set our pattern of behavior by agreeing to it. Or maybe Alex had recognized an impressionable kind of guy when he saw one. Either way, our first meeting ended with a blowjob.

There wasn't much to say. We hadn't made this appointment because of common interests except for pissing off our families. It meant sitting in each other's presence with nothing to talk about. Alex tried, though.

"How many siblings?" he asked when we were waiting for our coffees.

"Six. But only my older sister, Julia, and I are legitimate." After an awkward pause I added, "We call the other ones our cousins."

The waitress brought our beverages before I realized I was being rude. "You?"

Alex held up four long fingers. "Legit. We don't know about any others."

"Right." I stared at my coffee. I don't know why I always ordered it black. I hated the stuff, but all the saints couldn't help me if I were to start drinking tea. That would be like asking to be slapped around until I'd knocked up a girl and beaten up a few fags.

"Earth to Mario," Alex called.

I shook my head. "Sorry. Zoned out for a second. You were saying?"

"I think we're bored guys with rotten families," he said with a bright smile, leaning back in his chair, "and we're ready to piss them off."

Downing half of my coffee with a gulp and grimace, I asked. "Are you next in line?"

"Nah," Alex replied. "I have two older brothers. They're both fuckups, though, so I'm pretty important in the grand scheme of things. The brains behind the brawn, if you will."

I nodded. I vaguely recalled hearing that.

"Heir to the junkyard throne or no, I'm tired of being under my family's thumb. I need an accomplice, though." He pointed a finger at me. "They can't do jack shit to you. Your cousins could disappear, right? And your family won't do shit to me, either."

There were plenty of ways to irritate my family--learn Spanish, say nice things about feminism, badmouth the pope, refuse to hire ex-cons at the dealership, talk to cops..."What do we get out of this?" I asked.

Alex cocked his head. "Aren't you bored? Plus, this way they can't get rid of my boyfriend."

That surprised me. "You have a boyfriend?"

Laughing, Alex replied, "I will soon enough."

"You're gay?" I couldn't believe he got away with that.

"You're straight?" he quipped.

"Last time I checked," I replied, but then again I'd never really thought about it. Maybe there were other men in red-blooded Italian families who grew up ogling hairy asses in the baths, but not I. Sex was great, not because I loved women, but because it was warmer and wetter than jacking off. Wasn't I straight? I fingered the handle of my coffee cup so I wouldn't have to look him in the eye."Is that why you're asking me to do this instead of my sister or something?"

"Probably."

"So you're probably gay," I said. "Who's your boyfriend?"

Alex stretched his hand across the table. It honestly took me a few seconds to realize that he had inserted two fingers into my sleeve and was stroking the valley between the tendons of my wrist. It was a bold move, even on neutral ground, but I didn't move in case he was intending to make me uncomfortable. Just because I'm not the biggest guy around doesn't mean...

"You're slow," Alex said with a slight smile.

Finally I folded my arms, but there was something new and electric in the air. "Forget about it. What if I don't want to fuck another guy, you know what I'm saying?"

"Then you can just hang out with me and play along for a couple of months, because we can still make them think about anything we want. We'll make them suspicious and stop before it gets too dangerous," Alex responded easily. "Fuck whoever you want on the side. Girls think gay guys are hot, anyway."

He took a sip of his coffee, and I watched his lips to see if I was at all turned on.

"My family is still in the we'll-pick-your-partner mode, which needs to stop," he clarified. "When I was a kid, my family forced some poor folk out of my neighborhood because they found me playing doctor on their son. And this boy I got caught making out with in junior high. Plus, I may have gotten this stripper pregnant, but she 'up and left for a job in Vegas' one day." He put air quotes around the last phrase. At least his hand wasn't in my shirt anymore.

"Muscle or money?"

"Money. Someday I'm going to find that greedy bitch. She probably lied about birth control."

"Huh."

We didn't talk for another five minutes. It would have been awkward if I had bothered to think about it. Alex mostly just sipped his coffee while I fingered the lighter in my jacket pocket. On my territory I could have smoked and damned the other patrons. Then Alex asked, "If you had gone to college, what would you have studied?"

"Sports medicine," I said, startled to realize I was serious. I said it again to be sure. "Sports medicine." He was looking at me, so I added, "You?"

He pushed his hand through his hair. "Sociology and anthropology. Our families would be perfect for a dissertation."

"Old country conservative types are nothing new," I said.

Alex threw me off by laughing. "I guarantee I could find something worth writing about."

"Anthropology," I said.

"And sports medicine," he replied. "What happens if my dick is broken?"

I laughed. "Surgery."

He grabbed my wrist suddenly, pulling me out of my seat. "Come take a look," he said. I think he was laughing at me when I threw a twenty on the table. The cook in the kitchen gave us a weird look, like he was about to yell at us, but we were through too fast.

That dirty back alley looked no different than any other, I'm sure, but what I remember most is two firm hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees, then unzipping dark jeans to expose a half-hard uncut cock.

I suppose I was in shock. "I thought you'd be circumcised," I said, just before one of those hands reached to the back of my head and the other pushed the cock to my lips.

"Orthodox," he informed me. "Not that it means anything. My family's no more Christian than Judas."

I couldn't respond around the cock in my mouth. There was cock in my mouth. I put my hand on his thigh. I had a cock in my mouth.

Alex tilted my head back. "You look confused," he said, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Need help?"

"I don't think so."

"Don't think about anything," he advised, and then pulled me back down by my hair.

My nose was cold despite the warmth of the summer. Every time I touched Alex with it, he shivered. I discovered that I could roll the foreskin back and forth with my lips, at least until the glans got too big. There was a large vein on the underside that wrapped around to the left.

"Suck on the tip," Alex instructed.

I closed my lips over the top and sucked.

Alex ran his fingers through my hair. "That's good," he said, breathing heavily. "Play with my balls a little."

The wrinkled pouch was covered with crinkly hair, but his legs and ass were smooth. Maybe I was a little gay, since I didn't mind this.

"Try going up and down on me. Lips and tongue only."

I did, keeping my hands on his thighs. Alex was guiding my head with his hands, but wasn't putting much pressure on me. There was a cock in my mouth. What if someone wondered why two men had burst through the kitchen, and came out to check? They'd see me on my knees giving a blowjob. Nobody here knew who I was, but someone from my or Alex's families had to be nearby. Could they see me? Was it obvious that I wasn't being forced?

Alex interrupted my wild stampede of thought. "How do you like giving head? Not so bad?"

I shook my head, keeping my lips attached to his cock. It was amazing how something so hard could be so smooth. I knew what a cock felt like in my hand; every guy starts jacking off as soon as he learns about it. This time I could see it so closely, I could smell it, I could taste it, and I could hear the slick noises my lips made when I slid back and forth. Maybe it was that kind of overload that made the experience so--incredible.

Alex came without a sound, clutching my hair in fistfuls, his legs shaking. It was amazing, feeling his cock quiver on my tongue, pulsing as it shot bitter semen against the roof of my mouth.

Breathing hard, Alex ran his fingertips around my ear and said, "I want you to swallow it."

I did. The texture was like swallowing snot, or maybe pudding. Should I hate it?

Alex grinned. "I can tell you're going to be good at this," he said. "That was nice, for a beginner."

For a guy who claimed heterosexuality about half an hour earlier, skills in smoking pole shouldn't be a compliment. I wiped my mouth and stood.

"Are you hard?" Alex asked, brushing his fingers across my zipper. That made me uncomfortable.

"No," I responded honestly.

"Oh." He seemed surprised. "Okay, well, next time. I'll owe you one."

I should have known then what that meant. Still, when we met again and Alex took me to a hotel I was caught off guard.

***