In It for Life

He was all needles and pins. He wanted Karl's cock in his ass badly, and as soon as possible, and it looked like everywhere he turned, he only saw or read news covering the fucking wedding. Francesco wanted to reconsider everything and hate on that woman, but he still couldn't. She looked genuinely happy in all those appearances, and it wasn't her fault that Karl got it hard for some dude's ass, or that her family thought she and Karl would make the perfect couple. Not to mention Karl's dad who could presumably order Francesco off the face of the planet if he knew who his son was getting it up for.

Right now, he was watching some stupid TV show, and Karl and his fiancée had been invited. Alright, so he was a fucking sucker for punishment because he looked for all the shit that involved that wedding.

"You make such a beautiful couple," the female host swooned like it was her getting married to that handsome man on the set.

Karl's chosen flashed a dazzling smile at her and linked her fingers with her husband to be. "We do, don't we?"

The female host offered a smile with many teeth in turn.

"Jealous much?" Francesco muttered under his breath. But hell, wasn't he the same? Probably a lot of girls were, and maybe some guys, too. If only they knew Karl swung the other way, they'd have the shock of their lives. Yeah, that would be a totally different TV show.

"We'd all like to hear more from Karl," the TV host insisted.

Karl rotated his wrist, making a small circle with the microphone he had been given like it was an item he very much wanted to get rid of. "What's to hear?" he said in a rough voice. "We're in love," he added and the corners of his mouth went up like it was rehearsed.

The host blinked a few times and forced another smile. "Not a man of many words. How do you deal with it, Bea?"

These TV people. He didn't know the girl, but strangers calling her something only family and friends should had to annoy her.

Bea smiled genuinely like before. "It's a breath of fresh air from all the other men I know. Karl is never overbearing, and you know I like to talk a lot. I really think we complete each other. I'm the talker, he's the silent one," she added and laughed.

Francesco no longer listened after that point. All his attention was trained on Karl, on the line of his jaw as he stood there, bored out of his mind, and remote from the world, weighing the microphone in his hand like the useless thing it was.

He pushed his pants down and took out his cock. Who said stupid TV shows about celeb weddings couldn't serve as jerk off material? His balls were fucking tight just by looking at Karl. One of the cameras returned to him quite obsessively, so behind it had to be someone who liked Karl's looks a lot, seeing how the guy added nothing to the conversation between his fiancée and the show host.

Francesco took one deep breath. He held one hand over his balls and used the other to pump his cock hard. They had no idea who Karl really was. They saw the handsome son of a politician getting married to a girl of the same status, the stuff that made the headlines. They had no idea how hard his cock got when he fucked a dude's ass, how dirty he talked, how he called Francesco his bitch and stuffed his throat and filled his stomach with gallons of cum.

He moved his fingers to touch the taint and lower. After wetting them shortly, he pushed them inside his ass, remembering how Karl had fucked him the last time. Fuck, he should have gotten the dildo and given himself a proper dicking, but he didn't want to lose a second of looking at Karl's face.

Suddenly, Karl frowned and touched his chest pocket. "Apologies, but there's this call I need to take," he interrupted the cheerful conversation between his girl and the host.

Bea's smile faltered for a moment, but she just nodded. "Karl is getting really busy these days," she explained to the host.

Karl didn't wait for any confirmation from the female presenter and was soon out of the picture. Francesco's hand stilled on his cock. Next time they saw each other, he would tell the fucker he was to blame for a pair of blue balls.

His phone rang and with a sigh, Francesco pulled his pants up and tucked his cock away, still hard. He winced as he went to grab his phone.

"Um, aren't you supposed to take an important call?" he asked without any other introduction.

"You're my important call," Karl said directly. "What are you doing?"

"Jerking off. Thinking of you."

"Me too."

"Really? I just saw you on TV, and I'm sure your hands were nowhere close to your dick."

"They weren't. But they are now."

Francesco bit his lips. "Where are you?" he asked slowly.

"In the bathroom. Hard as fuck, thinking of you."

"Karl," he breathed out. His cock was full hard again. "This is fucked up."

"What isn't?" came the reply and a snort. "I can't listen to their droning anymore. They're driving me nuts. The only thing I can think about is how to bend you over and breed your ass."

"Is your cock out?" Francesco asked, dropping his voice as if he was the one who risked getting caught.

"Yeah," Karl whispered.

"Then listen. Just listen, okay? Don't wanna you getting caught and shit, dig me?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Francesco pulled out his cock. "Then close your eyes and imagine that I'm there, on my knees, ready to take your jizz."

"Fuck." Karl's voice was loaded.

"I'm licking your cock, oh fuck, I'm giving it a good licking 'cause I want it to slide down my throat so easy. But first, I'm taking your balls in my mouth. They feel so nice and heavy, my mouth is full of them. I want to deepthroat you so badly. Do you feel it, my throat around your cock? Choke me with your cock, fucker."

"Yeah," Karl whispered. "So tight everywhere."

Francesco's attention was pulled for a moment toward the TV. There was a break coming, as the presenter announced, so Bea would start searching for Karl soon. They had to be fast.

"I'm sucking you deep," he said quickly, "but fuck, if I don't want more. More than just your cum."

"What more?" Karl asked, his breath coming in short.

"You're in the toilet, right? So use me," Francesco said and closed his eyes as his hand moved faster.

"Use you?" Karl's question came off excited and hesitating.

"Yeah, do you want me to spell it for you?" Francesco drawled the words as his eyes darted toward the TV time and again.

"Do it," Karl ordered.

"Piss down my throat," Francesco said. "Make me your fucking toilet."

Bea looked ready to jump to her feet, already on the edge of her seat, while her smile was growing strained.

"You're fucking crazy," Karl whispered in his ear. "Do you want that? My piss on your face? In your mouth?"

"Hold your cock and shoot your piss," Francesco continued, his voice deep and hoarse. "Shoot your cum, too, cover my face in it. Can you see me? Do you want me like this?"

"Fuck yeah," Karl confirmed and by how fast his breath came in short bursts, he had to be coming.

Francesco closed his eyes for a second as he shot his load, too. Behind him, the commercial break was starting.

"Shit, Cesco," Karl breathed out after a few moments. "I need to see you."

"Your wife's looking for you," Francesco said hurriedly. "Just get off the phone."

He didn't wait for Karl's reply and cut the conversation. Then he slumped against the counter and pressed his head against the fridge. This was nuts. They were playing with fire. But he couldn't stop if it killed him.

***

It was pouring cats and dogs outside, and that used to remind him of that time when Karl had punished him out in the rain for lying like a stupid bitch. No one could give him the same mix of dread and arousal like Karl did. At the time, Francesco had thought that he was done for, that Karl would hate him for good, but for them, it had been nothing but a stepping stone.

Whatever they had, it was doomed to fail anyway, so he had no idea what he was hoping for. The proceedings with the wedding were underway like usual. Surely, Karl would continue to see him after he got hitched, not that he did so often right now. But maybe later, he wouldn't be under so much scrutiny. Ever since their dirty phone sex, they hadn't even spoken to each other.

Francesco pushed the balls of his hands against his eyes, letting out a groan of frustration. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He'd ask Karl if he got the chance when Mouse would be allowed to come home for good. Not that he had talked to Mouse about whether or not he wanted to stay in the army indefinitely, but he wanted to learn from Karl how long that sentence was. He had to know.

These celebrity weddings went through a lot, but a hell of a lot of preparations. Francesco couldn't believe it, but it was the only way for him to see Karl, on stupid TV shows and whatnot. He didn't dare to call or text, as he couldn't tell if there wasn't someone listening in. To keep himself busy, Francesco had taken to learning everything he could about Karl's dad, to the point that it had become nothing short of obsession. The man was a political chameleon, choosing sides as he saw fit, and somehow managing all the while to appear that he had always been a staunch supporter of the values the new flag under which he served represented.

That didn't mean that he had some kind of wishy-washy personality. Francesco examined the stern face on his screen. That harsh jawline, the cold eyes, spoke of someone calculated, who never left things at the whims of fate. A small burst of laughter bubbled in Francesco's chest at the thought. If this guy ever learned of Karl's preference for boy pussy, he would be one step from a heart attack.

But no, that would be insane, and Francesco knew that his laughter came from a place of fear, deep and wide, not like what he felt when Karl took him hard. That was mixed with arousal and the not so easy to define feelings he had for the other. Just looking at Karl's dad made him feel fear for real. That was a man who could order someone to be erased like in those stupid B-rated movies. Even if that was just his fear talking, it didn't mean that it couldn't be true.

Karl looked like his father, but not completely. Where his old man's eyes were washed out and cruel, Karl's blues could light up with warmth. Maybe he would grow up to look like him, but there was still something softer in his features, as well as his personality that made him different.

And also the fact that Karl liked boys. Francesco seriously doubted Mr. Bigshot Senator ever put his dick anywhere near a dude's ass. He looked straighter than a pole, and pretty much a mean motherfucker, the kind who'd bully anyone he deemed less of a man without thinking twice. Regardless of where his dallying with political loyalties had taken him, he appeared to keep pretty straight views. Some publications didn't shy away from calling him out on being a homophobe, although he had always denied such accusations on the grounds that he was only a supporter of the unity of the family and nothing else, without imposing on other people's freedoms.

Something like a thump against his front door startled him. He shook off the short shiver that coursed down his back within less of a second and went for the door.

Soaked through and looking worse for wear, Karl stood there. Francesco grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him inside. "What are you even thinking?"

He closed the door quickly and kissed Karl on the lips. They were cold and wet, a sign that Karl must have stood outside in the rain for a while before setting foot in Francesco's building.

"Why the fuck are you like this?" Francesco made fast work of pushing Karl's coat away and getting him out of his wet clothes. "Did you walk here from your place? Like a hundred miles or so?"

"No," Karl replied, the only word he uttered since he had come through the door.

"Let's get you warm."

He tried to continue taking Karl's clothes one by one and placing them on the back of a chair. He'd see about drying them later, but now he needed to bring Karl a change of clothes. Karl pushed away from him and got rid of the rest, spreading them all over the floor. As soon as he stepped out of his underwear, he grabbed Francesco's face in his palms and kissed him hard and deep. "Don't talk. I just need to be inside you."

That was fine by him, too. They stumbled toward the bedroom, with Karl landing on top of him, never letting go of his lips. Francesco spread wide, as wide as he could, and Karl snuck his arms under his legs, bending them and exposing his hole at just the right angle for his cock.

"Wait, just a bit," Francesco breathed out and pushed two fingers in his mouth to wet them and then inside his ass.

Karl hovered above him, lunging for short wild kisses landing everywhere on his face, while his cock banged against his balls, taint, and lower at random. Francesco had to fight him a little to get his cock wet enough to enter. It was still too little, and the pain flashed through him as Karl pushed in.

"Fucker," he let out with a hiss as Karl groaned in delight.

"I like you tight," Karl whispered.

"You do, huh?" Francesco wrapped his hands around him. "Missed you, asshole."

"Don't talk," Karl pleaded and kissed him again.

Francesco moaned as Karl smashed against him with all his force, making pain and pleasure blend together like usual. His skin was hot, and Karl's, albeit still wet, was getting even hotter. The slamming of body against body was so loud, but Francesco couldn't bring himself to care. The neighbors could go suck it; they weren't the ones who had to go for weeks without as little as a freaking kiss.

He'd feel this for sure tomorrow. He wouldn't be able to sit, but it didn't matter. When they were on the island, he got fucked like this on the regular. His body was just no longer used to it.

Karl came first, filling his ass and crashing on top of him. Francesco patted him on the back. "I can see you missed my ass, too."

Karl said nothing, but after a while, he began moving his hips again. Francesco mumbled a curse as he was getting hammered again. Now was easier due to all that cum in his ass. He could hear it making obscene sounds, and it made him even hornier. This time, Karl took longer, and his big cock pushed obsessively at the right angle, making Francesco spill his balls, too.

Karl rolled away, but after a couple of minutes, he pushed Francesco on the side and entered him again.

"You're freaking amazing, you know that?" Francesco whispered.

Karl growled something unintelligible and grabbed Francesco's cock, rubbing it to the rhythm. It wasn't hard to come like that, not at all, especially since Karl began licking his neck, biting it, then licking it again, until he went all nuts.

At the end of it, he was a mess. He could feel Karl's cum pouring out of his ass, his sheets smelled like sex, and he was sweaty and had his own jizz all over.

"Wow," he said. "Pent up much?"

"Don't-"

"Oh, shut up already." Karl didn't scare him anymore. "I'm not going to ask you about the wedding or anything. Just come here, asshole." He pulled Karl to his chest.

To his relief, Karl didn't fight him. He lay there, his head pressed against Francesco's heart, and shortly, his breath became steady. Francesco ran his fingers through his hair and soon drifted into sleep, as well.

tbc