In It For Life
8.
The sound of his phone ringing woke him up. For a few moments, he had a hard time realizing what the noise was all about. The rain still raged outside, and Karl's head on his shoulder was heavy. Francesco groaned as he extracted himself slowly from under the guy's weight and worked his arm that was stiff like a log.
He smiled when he saw who was calling. "Finally allowed to make a phone call?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yeah. I miss you so badly," Mouse replied with a chuckle. "Why are you so quiet?"
"He's in my bed, sleeping," Francesco said and looked over his shoulder at Karl.
The handsome face was half a frown, a sign that not even in the land of dreams did Karl let go of anything, let alone the drama that was his life.
"Kiss him for me," Mouse teased.
"Sure, why not?" Francesco turned and leaned over to kiss the corner of Karl's mouth. "This is from Mouse," he whispered and snickered.
He yelped as Karl grabbed his hand, the one holding the phone and then pushed himself up while opening his eyes. He forced Francesco's hand to his ear. "Hi, slut," he said in a noncommittal voice.
Francesco pressed his head near to hear the conversation.
"Are you fucking our boy good?" Mouse asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah, sure thing I fuck him good," Karl replied.
"I'm your boy now?" Francesco asked. "You're both barely older than me."
"Boy like in boyfriend, Kekko," Mouse said.
"Whose boyfriend?" Karl asked, and it looked like the good old green eyed friend was back with him.
"Yours," Francesco said gently and caressed his cheek.
"Kiss him so that I can hear you," Mouse said in a heated voice. "Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be with the two of you right now."
Karl pursed his lips to show that he wasn't happy with Mouse's words, but Francesco drew the shape of his lower lip with his thumb and coaxed him into a slow sweet kiss.
"I'll fuck him so that you can hear him," Karl said and pushed Francesco on his back. He tore the phone out of Francesco's hand and threw it on the bed by the side of his head. "I'll make him moan loud enough for your entire unit to hear him," he added as he spread Francesco's legs wide and settle himself comfortably between them.
Francesco matched Karl's grunt when the guy pushed inside him. He could hear Mouse laughing in his ear.
"How hard does he do you, Kekko? Like usual?"
"You can say that," Francesco turned his head toward the phone as if Mouse were physically there with them. "Bent on wrecking my ass and all that, unlike you."
Karl placed both his palms hard by the sides of Francesco's head to draw his attention. His eyes were a bit wild, while his cock hammered hard and deep.
"But he doesn't scare me like he used to," Francesco breathed out as he lifted his legs to rest them against Karl's shoulders and allow him a deeper penetration.
No need for some special invitation. Karl put his weight behind each stroke and increased his rhythm, making the bed creak noisily.
"Fuck, I think he's wrecking your bed, too, not just your ass," Mouse joked. "I'm going to whip out my cock."
"Can you jerk off? No one around?" Francesco asked breathlessly and moaned louder.
No one knew like Karl to give his ass what it needed. His big fat cock pushed against his ass, filling it to the brim.
"Yeah," Mouse said. "I miss your tits, Kekko. So fucking perky and pretty."
Another grunt from Karl followed. He rested against one hand and used the other to tease Francesco's nipples, pulling hard at them.
"Oh, fuck," Francesco breathed out. He arched his back off the bed. As much as it hurt when Karl was rough, a twisted part of him liked it to the extreme.
"Karl, bite Kekko's tiny tits for me," Mouse said with a low growl. "Suck them in your mouth."
He wasn't expecting Karl to do as told, but a hungry mouth landed on his chest. Francesco cried out as sharp teeth gave way to a bit of a sting as they pulled at one erect nipple.
"Stop provoking him, Mouse," Francesco begged. "Fucker's going crazy here. It's enough that I won't be able to sit on my ass for days after this. I won't be able to wear a shirt, either."
"I'd go crazy, too, if I were there. I'd fuck you so hard," Mouse drawled, while his breathing was growing more ragged with each word.
"You'd have to wait in line," Karl warned.
"Never minded your sloppy seconds, fucker," Mouse said with a short laugh. "Fuck, you guys are killing me. I'm going to shoot."
