Mob Men Ch. 04

"Hey, what's your favorite movie?" Alex asks.

My tone is incredulous. "What?"

"What's your favorite movie? Alex repeats. His soft hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat.

I'm on my back with a pillow under my ass and my legs on Alex's shoulders. Indicating the spot where our bodies join, I grunt out, "You ask as though it's normal to conversate while fucking."

"You mean 'converse,'" Alex corrects me, thrusting extra hard like that proves his point. He bites my calves, leaving red indentations in the muscle, using my thighs to anchor me on the bed while he fucks me.

Fuck yes.

"It's, oh fuck, it's Pulp Fiction," I pant, holding on to his hips. It feels like his cock is going to come out of my chest. "Why the fuck are you asking that?"

"I don't know," Alex responds, smiling crookedly. "I never asked you before. Why do you like Pulp Fiction? No, wait, let me guess."

"Think about it while you move your ass," I say urgently. Our bodies are slick and shiny with perspiration; I have no idea what time it is now, only that everything smells like sex, tastes like sex. I'm getting close, which usually means that Alex is, too. Where does he find enough energy to form thoughts about favorite movies?

Snapping his fingers, Alex's face brightens. "You relate to it," he says, rolling his hips. "The disjointed sense of time, the Mexican standoff, the feeling of nothing going completely right, no one in there is blameless--that's what your life is."

"Alex."

He looks down at me.

I point to my cock. "I'm getting really close. Can you fucking analyze me later?"

"Sì, signore" he says with a cheeky grin.

***

The second time Alex fucked me was better, but still not great. The third was better. For some reason it wasn't until the fourth time around that I started to get worried about my sexuality. Maybe it wasn't worry, just an afterthought of Have I been into guys this whole time?

Alex was lying on top of me, rubbing his erection against mine. We were still mostly clothed, though he had unbuttoned both of our shirts and I was missing a sock. Alex was kissing me, but it wasn't the usual wet, mutual masturbation liplock that involved using tongues like penises or dueling swords. Instead he was kissing my neck, my eyes, my cheeks, and my collarbone, trailing his tongue from my collarbone up to my lips to start over again.

"What are you doing?" I asked when Alex's lips reached my shoulder yet again.

"I got tired of talking enough for the both of us, so I'm resting my mouth on your face," he replied sarcastically. "Keep stroking my back. I like that."

I hadn't realized I was stroking anything, but I kept my hands moving slowly up and down his torso, feeling the muscle underneath his shirt.

Alex pinched my nipple gently and I sighed. He chuckled.

"You're cute," he said.

This is nice, I thought. I could do this for a while. Just lying here, unhurried, with a solid body on top of mine. I was relaxed, content, and for once wasn't wondering about Alex's master plan to piss off our families. I was with him and he was with me. That was all. And I really, really liked it.

"Hey, Mario," Alex whispered in my ear.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for doing this." He said it as though I'd just given his car a jump.

I slid a hand into his hair, intoxicated by the feel of teeth on my ear and the wet sound of his tongue. "It doesn't suck," I said.

"So we can keep going?" Alex asked, nipping down my jawline.

"Mm, I won't stop if you don't," I said, and then immediately realized what I had really meant. Oh, shit, I thought. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

***

I wake before Alex does. The rain stopped sometime last night and the morning light is orange and soft. Alex is drooling on my chest. He started holding on to me in his sleep maybe two months ago. We'd take power naps between fucks, or after a shower; at first I chalked his position up to his intense need to be touched. He always puts an ear over my heart, wraps one arm around my waist, and throws a leg over both of mine like he's keeping me from going anywhere. I pinch a lock of his light brown hair, rolling the strands between my fingers. It's lonely to imagine a day when I don't get to do this.

Alex grunts in his sleep and I pull him closer. Although he had to at least be attracted to me, I was never sure if he thought I was too boring and silent. After last night, though, I don't feel like an idiot for being grateful that Alex chose me over, say, one of the Triad princes by process of elimination.

"What time is it?" Alex asks in a gravelly voice.

"Seven-thirty," I answer with a glance at the bedside clock. "You drooled on me."

Alex raises his head and blinks blearily at my chest. "Why, so I did." He rubs his saliva off with his hand.

"We do have time for a morning fuck," I tell him.

Grinning, Alex rubs the sleep from his eyes. "Didn't get enough last night?"

"Don't ask dumb questions."

Alex watches as I rifle through all the shit we knocked off the bed yesterday. There's the nicotine gum, which is handy because I'm dying for a cig and also my breath is terrible. There's the lube, there are the condoms. There's my phone--shit, that's a lot of notifications. I didn't think about what would happen if I didn't return to my apartment after all my evasive maneuvers. The potential of a night with Alex distracted me, I guess.

Cousin, cousin, Juliana, cousin, Pop, uncle, Pop a couple more times, Juliana warning DON'T COME HOME!!! and then a shitload more from the rest of the family. That's not counting the voicemails, including two from my mother.

Adrenaline washes cold down my spine.

So this is it. We were supposed to get found out, and we finally did. I feel like the dog who caught the car. Maybe my family can't do shit to Alex, but they can do plenty to me. I'll be sent away. Or worse, kept here under constant watch, have to move back to the house, and get married off to some poor woman. Either way, it ends without Alex.

"You okay?" Alex asks. His beadhead is fucking cute, sticking up every which way like he stuck his finger in a socket.

I plug it in but flip it so I can't see the screen. "Yeah. Forget about it." Tossing Alex the rubber, I slick myself up and climb on top of him.

"Alright, then," he says, pleasantly surprised. I like this version of Alex, heavy-lidded and still half asleep. He lets me stroke him until he's hard, roll on that condom, and then work my way onto his cock at my own pace. "That's really nice," he says softly, running one hand up my thigh.

"Gee, thanks, mister," I grunt right as he bottoms out. Fuck, but he's long. Maybe I should have prepped myself better, but I was in too much of a rush. One for the road. One for goodbye.

Now with both hands running over my legs, Alex reassures me, "I mean it, Mario. There's nothing like being inside you."

Stupid man. The version of me who he met a year ago wouldn't be so goddamn happy to hear that my bowels were a comfy home for cock. We spent too much time together. Liked each other too much. Alex has been too focused on my, like, pleasure or whatever. He's selfish everywhere but in bed. God damn him.

"Come here," Alex requests, reaching for me. I let him pull me to the bed and turn so that I'm flat on my chest while Alex mounts me from behind. My toes curl in sync with his monster invading my body.

"Fuck. Fuck."

Alex leans over to chuckle in my ear. "You like that, huh?"

I respond by grabbing his hair, holding him in place.

Alex rolls his hips slowly. "Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you want," he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck as he starts rolling his hips.

Fuck, he's hitting exactly over my good spot. I arch my back for him, feeling desperate. This is it. This might be the last dicking I ever get from this man, so I'm getting what I fucking want.

Alex frees his head from my grasp, kissing my palm before lacing our fingers together. His other hand wraps around the top of my head, holding me in place so he can grind his big cock in me.

"That's so fucking good," I groan into the bedsheets. Alex replies with a deep-throated growl and a faster pace. My dick is rock hard and rubbing between my abs and the mattress. I wouldn't have thought that it would get me close, but with Alex inside me it's like getting stroked all the way through my body.

Licking the perspiration from my temple, Alex whispers, "Mario, you're so hot inside."

I'm burning up; every thrust jiggles my brain. I'm so fucking ready to come for him.

"I could be in you forever."

If I ignore the buzzing of my phone, I can pretend it will last forever. Nothing in the world except Alex's body on mine, inside me, filling me, overtaking every sense. His breath in my ear, his teeth on my ear, his skin under my tongue. Always. Neverending. Just Alex.

"Yes, that's it," I say at one point. Something I would have kept to myself any other day, but if this is going to be the last one, I might as well enjoy myself.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking sexy right now," Alex pants, pummeling my prostrate. "You're gonna make me come."

"Come in me," I tell him urgently. "Gimme that fucking cum."

Alex planks over me, dropping his hips so that his cock slams the air from my lungs. I love it. I fucking love it.

"Yes, yes, pound me," I grunt. "Fucking do it."

"Fuck, Mario."

I can't hold on anymore. I cry out that I'm coming, shoving my hand underneath me to finish the job. Thick cum spills into my fingers, adding to the sticky mess we've created.

"Yes!" Alex shouts as he slams his cock into me. "Take it, baby! Ughn!"

With a couple furious thrusts, Alex comes; I imagine I can feel that cum shooting deep inside me. His arms start to shake and he flops onto the bed, pressing kisses to my open mouth every now and then.

I watch his furrowed brow as he catches his breath. I'm going to miss this face, I'll bet.

***