In It for Life

AN: This sequel has 42 chapters, and a lot is going to happen. Just to make it clear, things will look up for Francesco, Karl, and Mouse at the end. They will get a happy end of their own making.

In It For Life

5.

Francesco felt giddy as he saw who was calling. "Fuck," he drawled out as he answered, "wasn't expecting a call so quickly."

Mouse chuckled at the other end. "Disappointed? I could hang up."

"Don't you dare. How was your flight?"

"Just peachy. What's not so peachy is missing you."

"I know," Francesco said. "Missing you like crazy the moment you walked out the door."

"Until he came through it, though, right?" Mouse sounded playful, but Francesco knew better.

"What's with you two, still so jealous of each other?" He didn't mean to snap at Mouse, but they were both still morons.

"Dunno about him, but I can't help it. He fucked you good, didn't he?"

Francesco groaned and moved his phone from one ear to the other to buy some time and not spout whatever came first. "You two are like peas in the pod, I swear. I'm starting to suspect you and Karl are non-identical twins, and you got kidnapped at birth or something from Karl's mom's arms. No wonder I'm in love with you both."

"Well, did he?" Mouse insisted like he was deaf to the rest of it.

"Just my mouth, and some weird foot job that I'm not going to explain over the phone," Francesco replied. If Mouse cared to be so irritating, he deserved the truth.

"Ah, fuck, he got kinky. I need to step up my game. How would you feel if I got some beads in my cock?"

"Like piercings? No way," Francesco warned. "I can't agree to something weird like that. And I don't care for you mutilating yourself."

"Hmm," Mouse purred, "but I was thinking of getting something special for you. And there are these things you practically insert under the skin and-"

"That's it, I'm hanging up," Francesco threatened, but he did nothing of the kind.

"So, it was as I told you. He came," Mouse said.

"Yeah, three times, down my throat," Francesco confirmed. He wasn't going to keep things from Mouse. Karl was a different matter. He was the one with a fragile ego.

"Wow. On different dates? I wasn't gone that long."

"No, like three times in a row, if you can believe it. Pretty pent up, what can I say?"

"And how was his cum?"

"Where are you calling from? Are you sure you're not scandalizing anyone with this dirty talk? But yeah, it was fucking delicious and a lot. I skipped dinner because of how much he force-fed me."

"Fuck, you and your dirty talk, Kekko." Mouse's voice was deeper and raspier. "Can't jerk off right now, but I'll do it later, thinking of you."

"I hope so. Boys keeping you busy down there already?"

"Hungry for more blowjob stories? After getting Karl's load thrice?"

"You know me." How could things be so easy and loose with Mouse, but so tight with Karl? They had some things in common, but otherwise, they were complete opposites. It had to be why Francesco couldn't decide on just one of them. They matched different parts of him.

"I have to go now. Duty calls. But I'll call you as often as I can," Mouse promised.

"Wait. How did you know Karl would come? For sure?"

There was a short moment of hesitation. "Because he told me he'd do it," Mouse said quickly. "Bye, Kekko, love you."

Francesco stared at his phone like it could still give him answers. Were those two communicating? Had they been doing that all this time? Mouse was slippery like that and avoiding to give answers, but Francesco had to go to the depths of it. If they were talking, things couldn't be that bad.

He rubbed his forehead. Maybe that thing with Karl had been a one time deal. It was a possibility. After all, Karl was still getting married and he had probably come only to use Francesco's mouth as his personal cum dump one more time before becoming an outstanding member of society as his dad wanted.

Who was he to call Karl and Mouse out for being jealous? He was beyond it because of Kark's bride to be. He couldn't hate her, which made things complicated, because then he would have had something to channel his messed up feelings. But she wasn't at fault for any of it, and surely had no idea about Karl's troubled past. If anything, Francesco felt bad for her because she might never know her husband like a wife should.

He groaned and rolled on his belly. He was being stupid, thinking that Karl would see more than holes to fuck when he looked at him. So yeah, they had hugged at first, and that had felt real, but what good could come of it?

Francesco closed his eyes. He needed to get his mind off Karl. That man would never be his. His other man was on the other side of the planet, engaged in a war. Why did he have to be in love with people who had such complicated lives?

Not that it mattered. He would be in love with them forever. The island had marked them for life, and forgetting about either of them or them forgetting about him was impossible.

***

Francesco was surprised to see the luxury car still in the shop when he got to work the next day. "Is it still having trouble?" he asked his boss.

"No, but you'll have to take it to its owner," his boss replied.

"Why me?" Francesco asked without thinking. "I mean, my pleasure, sure."

He let the tips of his fingers hover as he moved past the car. He loved cars, but never in his life he would have thought that he would take one like that for a ride.

"When you're finished for the day. This is the address," his boss added and handed him a piece of paper.

Francesco whistled. He couldn't be surprised, though. A car like that belonged to the swankiest neighborhood in the entire state. But it would be a few hours drive there, which meant that he would need to secure transportation back and have a really late dinner.

"He'll tip well," his boss said, as if he was reading his mind.

The owner of the car. Probably someone with too much money on his hands, but not enough time to get his car from the shop. Francesco frowned. People like that usually had errand boys to run around for them. And why the hell someone from across state would bring his car here, in this rundown town?

Not his problem. He eyed the car with interest. Soon, he would be behind the wheel and see for himself if the hype was all that.

***

No wonder rich people felt so invincible. Francesco took in the property on the top of the hill, with its modern design and the main building rising two stories high. He waited to be buzzed in and took the car through the gates that opened electronically through a winding path to the main entrance. Shit, Francesco thought, could he Uber from here to somewhere he could find some form of mass transportation? He sure hoped this rich guy tipped well because he needed it.

He got out of the car and rubbed the keys in his hand. Even those felt rich, not like the usual thing. At the door made from massive wood, he stopped. Was he supposed to ring? Some employee should already be there to get that car off his hands and send him on his way, preferably with a hefty tip.

Too bad he wouldn't get to see the house on the inside. Not that Francesco was into this type of thing, never thought of becoming rich or anything like that, but it felt like a chance of a lifetime to be there, so close to how millionaires lived.

He rang the bell and waited patiently. As he did that, he turned to observe more of the grounds, so he missed the moment when the door opened.

He quickly turned on his heels, the hand with the keys extended. "I'm here to-" The words died on his lips.

He pursed his lips and threw the keys straight at Karl's chest. Then he made a one-eighty and rushed down the pathway.

"Cesco, wait," Karl called after him.

"What kind of stupid game are you playing now?" Francesco hurried, decided to put as much distance between him and Karl. He was so pissed. Couldn't the asshole call him like a normal person? He bet Karl had his number. Forget about any tip, he had to get the hell out of there. Did the asshole want to taunt him with his charmed life or something? Maybe even flaunt his fiancée while at it?

He could hear Karl's steps on the crushed stone. Was the fucker willing to put on a show in front of the employees? They had to be a dozen or more to take care of a place like that.

"Cesco," Karl warned and grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing him to turn.

Francesco willed himself to calm down. "I brought your car," he said through his teeth. "Ah, I remember. My boss told me you'd tip well. Pay up so that I can get the hell out of here." He opened his palm, but Karl considered it an invitation to grab his hand and pull him toward the house. "What the fuck, idiot?" Francesco asked. He had to follow, or the many security cameras he noticed everywhere would record their little fight, and that couldn't bring anything good.

Karl said nothing and just continued to walk and drag Francesco with him. They were finally inside, and then it dawned on Francesco, the entire scheme, the car left in the shop for him to work on it under the supervision of his boss while his stepdad was getting his ass kicked somewhere.

Still, that didn't make things right. What could Karl want from him now? Another blowjob? It didn't seem likely.

That dilemma was brought to an end by a pair of hot lips on his mouth while he was being pressed flush against the door. His head was buzzing with questions, but he couldn't think, not with Karl's hot tongue in his mouth and something hard and unyielding pressing against his belly.

"You are fucking crazy," he whispered and looked around in aprehension when Karl let go.

"Yeah, like you don't know that," Karl said and shrugged.

"Come on, anyone could walk in on us. Aren't you worried that they would tell your girl, or worse, your dad?"

"Who?" Karl asked and stared at him like he was stupid.

Francesco wanted to strangle him but Karl was too close and his hot breath was on his face. "Your employees. Your cook, your pool boy, I don't know."

"They don't sleep here," Karl pointed out.

Francesco threw him a skeptical look. "And you, a fucking big shot, son of a senator, are all alone in this huge house? No security, no nothing?"

"There's security," Karl said promptly. "Say 'hi' to Morgan."

He moved out of the way so that Francesco could see the guy at the top of the stairs, dressed in a suit and looking fit for the job. "Hi, Morgan," he said in a deadpan voice, not believing his eyes.

"Good to see you, Francesco," Morgan said smoothly and walked down. "I'll be in my den if you need me," he told Karl in passing as he disappeared somewhere behind the stairs.

Francesco rubbed his eyes as he watched the man go. "What the hell am I doing here, Karl?"

Karl pressed himself against him. The hard thing was still there, poking him. "Isn't it obvious? You're here to get fucked."

"Thanks for spelling it out for me," Francesco commented dryly.

***

"Don't tell me you had this done for you so that you can reminisce of those times?" Francesco stared at the artificial waterfall installed at one end of a huge pool. He had known Karl's dad was important, and it hadn't been a surprise to learn that the man was a senator, but the wealth surrounding him was just too much to take in.

Karl had dragged him to the pool and forced him out of his clothes, with no more words.

"Yeah," Karl answered his question, "that's exactly it."

"Stop pulling my leg, idiot," Francesco mumbled.

"I'm not." Karl pressed his whole body against him, making their cocks touch.

Francesco shivered. Yeah, he was there to get fucked alright. Karl let himself into the water and gestured for him to come.

They were behind the curtain of water, and the world outside seemed muffled. For a few moments, they only stared at one another.

"Do you mean it?" Francesco asked, his voice deep and shaking.

"About you getting fucked?"

"You know what I mean. Do you still think of those times?"

Karl came closer and grabbed his ass, making their bodies clash. The look in his eyes was hard to read. Francesco understood Karl wanted to fuck him, but it was more than that, and he wanted so much to hear about it.

"The only times I can get it hard with her is when I close my eyes so hard and think of you only," Karl said. "But I can't do it for long. 'Cause she doesn't smell like you, and she doesn't feel like you around my cock."

She. He didn't say her name. Francesco didn't care to hear it, either. The simple thought that Karl was fucking her, not that it wasn't a logical thing to think about, that was enough to make him feel a sudden rush of anger. He slid one hand around the back of Karl's neck and pulled him in to kiss him hard and rough on the lips. "Fuck me," he ordered. "Fuck me hard, how you only know."

Karl turned him brusquely and forced him to place his hands against the stone wall. Francesco braced for the hurt. Yeah, he'd get out of here with a torn ass, but his heart would be whole. Karl pressed his cock between Francesco's butt cheeks but didn't push. Instead, he teased around, spreading his precum. Then he spit and pushed two fingers in. He was still rough, but at least he offered the least courtesy of not breaking Francesco's ass completely.

"Oh, fuck, just fuck me," Francesco demanded.

"Not wet enough."

He inhaled sharply when he felt something else against his hole. He turned, sensing the change, and looked in shock as Karl had moved to spread his ass and press his tongue against the hole.

"The fuck," he whispered.

Karl just stared at him, his eyes still unmoved, unblinking, but shadowed and full of new promises. His tongue moved around, making Francesco want to shoot right there, that very moment. His knees were trembling at this point. Karl was rimming him; any moment now, he'd wake up. No way was this happening.

But the hands spreading him wide were real, just as the impatient cock that pushed inside him the next moment. He willed himself to relax, let his hole adjust. C'mon, this is Karl, you missed his cock.

He was so full he couldn't breathe, but even the pain was good.

"Still swallowing my cock like a good little bitch," Karl said and grunted as he grabbed Francesco's hips and moved fast and hard.

"I'm your bitch," Francesco whispered.

Karl's breath was hot on his back. "Say you'll always be my bitch."

"Always," Francesco confirmed.

That was all Karl needed to shoot hard. It was only the first time, Francesco comforted himself, as his ass felt empty when the hard shaft moved away. Karl fingered his hole. "Get everything in. Eat my cum with your ass," he said while breathing hard. Then he turned Francesco and pushed him down, placing his half hard cock on his face. "Lick me clean," he ordered.

Francesco didn't mind and swallowed the thing, enjoying its weight and girth in his mouth. Karl grabbed his hair and began to move in and out slowly at first.

"Karl," a voice interrupted them.

"What?" Karl growled.

"Your father, on the phone," Morgan said curtly.

tbc