Mob Men Ch. 03

Alex has a nipple fetish, I swear. He's lying on top of me licking one and gently brushing the other with his fingertips. When he's teased one nipple to a point Alex lifts his head to blow cool air over it. Then he switches. I don't stop him because even though it's kind of strange, it feels really good.

I should be used to it by now I guess, but I still don't know what to do with my hands. Do I try to return the favor? If I wanted to jack him off we'd have to change positions. I think Alex just really likes being close to other people. He said one time that his family doesn't touch each other, especially in public because they're so sensitive about being thought of as gay in America. That's probably why whenever it's just the two of us he barely lets me piss by myself. I guess he just wants skinship, or whatever. So I put my hand on his arm, stroking the curve of his bicep with my thumb. His eyes flick up to meet mine and he smiles a little. Wrestling, fucking, or just sleeping in the same bed, Alex likes to touch and be touched.

"Mario," he says, scraping my collarbone with his teeth.

"Hm."

"Are you happy when you're with me?" Alex lips his way up my neck.

Is it not obvious? "Mm hm." Now that I think about it, it might be the only time that I'm happy.

With a nip at my chin he asks, "Ready for round two?"

Rather than answer him I grab Alex's shoulders and flip us over. He grabs my ass and kneads it while I lean over to fish another condom from his wallet. We don't need lube this time; I'm still wet from round one. I slide the rubber on Alex's cock and ease my way onto it.

Alex grins. "You don't know how fucking sexy it is to watch you do that," he says.

I smile, because even if it's because I'm squatting awkwardly over a dick, getting told I'm sexy is nice. Every inch, every millimeter of cock sliding into me sends fire throughout my body. Alex and I both exhale when I sink all the way down. It's just as much because the physical feeling as it is a sense of completeness, I think. I can't believe it hurt so bad the first time. I'm damn glad we didn't give up after the one try. Whatever screw that had been loose enough to make me say, yeah, I'm not really into guys, but I'll let you fuck me, it has completely fallen out now.

Leaning back between Alex's knees, I start sliding up and down his hard length. He puts one arm behind his head, languid, and uses his free hand to tease my shaft and balls. I exhale between clenched teeth, and the accompanying sound makes Alex laugh.

"How many n's and f's would you use to spell that?" he teases.

I know I'm noisy in bed, so I let him get away with it. "Jack me slower," I order instead. "We're not in a rush anymore."

Alex tugs on my balls so that my legs shake. "Aye aye, captain," he says jokingly. "We got all night."

***

My sister was the first to really say anything. We were in a Chinese restaurant in Southtown, my family's turf but barely. It was reckless, but maybe I was tired of trying to lose a tail or three every time I left the house.

Juliana showed up with the crab rangoon.

"I only ordered one of these," I told the waiter. He gave me a smile like I was mildly insane and to be treated gently. I called after him, "What, you don't like comedy?"

My sister looked us up and down. "Mario, you had best watch your ass. Everyone's talking already. The family sure as shit won't like this." She gestured between Alex and me.

I was about to respond but Alex spoke first. "They won't like Chinese food?" he looked confused, as though completely unaware of who I really was. It would have sounded fake coming from anyone else. "You're free to join us if you like."

"No fucking thank you," Juliana snapped. "I know who you are, Alexander Ivanov. You show your face in this area again and I'll make sure your ass gets beaten into fucking ground beef." She pointed a shiny, pointed nail in my direction, hissing. "Stay the fuck away from my little brother, for both of your goddamn sakes."

"But I just like him oh so much," Alex protested with a subtle wink at me. "How can I stay away?"

I put my hands in my lap, just in case he tried anything. "Jules, I can take care of myself."

"You say this now, baby queer balls, but if you go all fucking 'friend of Dorothy' and the family finds out, they will fucking kill you." Juliana stormed out of the shop.

"Your sister's a cunt," Alex commented as he flipped her off through the window.

She was glaring at us from her car.

Leaning over the table, I hit him hard enough to split his lip. Then I handed him my glass of ice when Juliana drove off. "Sorry. Yeah, she is. But she cares about me."

Alex put the cold glass to his mouth and winced. "I can see that. Why isn't she inheriting?"

"My grandfather tried to send her to finishing school." I watched him dab at his lip with his fingers then inspect the blood he found there.

Alex raised his eyebrows. "Those still exist?"

"Only for rich white assholes."

He chuckled. "Bet she threw a fit."

"Better. She got knocked up."

"Are you an uncle?"

"Roman Catholic to the core, in principle." I nodded. "Three times over, now. Her husband's dumber than a sack of rocks, but he loves her."

"You want kids?" Alex asked. I shouldn't have been startled seeing as how he was always bringing shit up out of the blue, but he sounded so damn serious. Maybe it was because some stripper in Vegas may or may not have had his kid.

I shrugged. "I like messing around with Juliana's kids, but I like giving them back." I couldn't see myself being a good dad.

"I want kids," Alex said firmly. "I want to be a foster parent. There are a ton of kids who need good role models. Even if I end up with another dude, we can still raise children without adopting."

"Somebody has to teach them how to get other people in trouble, I guess." I fiddled with my cutlery for a moment, watching Alex nurse the split lip I gave him because of Juliana.

Alex looked over at me. "What? Why are you smiling so big?"

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"Really?"

"No, um, just." I tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it. "If I go all 'friend of Dorothy?' What the hell does that even mean?"

Alex chuckled. "That's like a term from the fifties or something," he explained. "How a lot of gay guys like Judy Garland and musicals and shit."

"Huh."

How did Juliana even know that phrase? I'll bet that once she suspected anything she started doing research. Or maybe she has a secret group of queer friends who think she's the most fabulous mafia princess in the world. My favorite foulmouthed sister.

"You're not giving Broadway queen, if you're worried about your family," Alex said, gesturing at me.

"Nah, I don't care," I said. "Isn't that the point of all this?"

Alex dropped his gaze. "Just don't do anything too stupid. I need you alive," he muttered.

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