In It For Life
20.
"There will be some live entertainment, and also the maître d' wants to make sure that he got your preferences right--"
Francesco wasn't really listening to Mack's happy chatter. He was busy checking the guy out who was standing in such a way that the curve of his ass was clearly visible. Mack didn't have to come talk to them about the menu. From the moment they had sat foot in that place, food hadn't been the first thing on their minds, and barely the last. But the twink was on a mission, a mission to get dick, and since most of the personnel was either too old or too straight for him, the poor guy was gunning for the only available options. Francesco caressed his cock, stretching it lightly. Mack let his eyes drop and smiled all-knowingly. On the other hand, Mouse was standing, arms crossed and listening intently, as if he wasn't buck naked, too. It was funny to see him act all serious and asking Mack questions about whatever with a straight face.
"Hungry, Mack?" Francesco asked lazily and grabbed Mouse by the shoulder, turning him slightly more toward the twink.
"Um, what?" Mack asked, blinking, and not getting what Francesco hinted at.
"Looks to me like you need to get that mouth busy with something," he taunted. "How about this?" he asked and grabbed Mouse's cock, flaunting it. "The most delicious sausage you've ever tasted, guaranteed."
Mack's eyes grew wide, and he quickly looked around as if he was expecting to be pranked.
The guy must have thought he was hot stuff, the kind who made passes on guys, not the other way around. Francesco continued. "Unfortunately, until my husband Karl changes his mind, this is the only dish on the menu for you. So, come on, kneel here and take it in your mouth."
Mouse turned his head and winked at him. "Stop scaring the poor boy. He might just think you're serious."
Francesco burst into laughter and then patted Mack on the shoulder. "Yeah, we're just shooting the breeze, fooling around, stuff like that. Don't mind us. Coming, babe?" he asked Mouse and offered the redhead his hand.
"Wait, wait," Mack hurried after them, "you were serious, right, Francesco?" There was so much hope in that voice, it could only mean one thing. Someone wasn't getting proper dick, or any at all. Francesco knew how that was.
"Missed your chance there, buddy," he said cheerfully but turned to smile and wink at him.
"For real? No way. I mean, I'd love to--"
Francesco let go of Mouse to press one finger against Mack's lips. "Easy, tiger. Let's talk later."
Mouse snickered as soon as they were far enough. "I had no idea you could be so cruel, Francesco. Teasing a horny boy like that."
"Hey, I offered him your cock. He didn't take it," Francesco said, all matter of fact. "Can't blame me, right?"
"The look on his face was fucking priceless. But you're right, Kekko. That guy needs a bit of cock in his life. You don't mind me giving it to him, right?"
"As long as I get to watch." Francesco nuzzled Mouse's neck for a moment and earned a playful slap over his bare ass.
"Karl might get jealous," Mouse said.
"What for? Oh, don't tell me, now he's not letting you fuck around, either." That notion seemed totally farfetched. "Does he know about your hobbies? I suppose it's no secret you're blowing your entire unit."
Mouse ruffled his hair like he was a kid. "No, silly. He might get jealous because of you, like usual. If you enjoy too much watching me make cute Mack over there choke on my dick, he might not like it."
"Ah, damn, you're right. It really looks like I got hitched. Can't have any fun anymore," Francesco joked. "But you're free to fuck Mack, whichever way you want. Even if I don't get to watch."
Mouse faked strangling him by wrapping both hands around his neck. "Karl is damn right, Kekko. You're never jealous. It might piss off some people."
"Does it piss you off?"
"Nah, not like it pisses Karl off, for sure. Before I get to that cute butt, though, I want to fuck my fill with you." Mouse brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed him, slowly, with plenty of tongue.
It didn't take him long to feel his dick getting up again. The people around there would surely think they were a bunch of sex addicts. Maybe they were, after so much time apart from each other.
***
Karl had put on some shorts and he talked quietly to Morgan, both standing, when he and Mouse walked in. As soon as he was inside, Karl threw him a curt look and gestured with his chin. "Put some clothes on you."
"Are you for real?"
Francesco groaned as Karl's pointed look left no room for disobeying. Maybe he liked that possessive part of his husband, but Karl could be a bit ridiculous. For now, Francesco wouldn't give him lip, but later, they had to have a talk about that.
Mouse wasn't included in the order, it seemed, so the redhead plopped down on the sofa and began stuffing his face. "Good stuff," he said and licked his fingers. "It really feels like a fucking honeymoon."
To spite Karl a little, Francesco grabbed a pair of baggy pants and a large t-shirt he liked to sleep in. This way, he was properly covered and surely not sexy at all. However, Karl appeared to approve because he smirked as soon as Francesco was back in the room.
Morgan looked like professionalism incarnate; he didn't pay him any mind, his whole attention trained on Karl. Mouse was playing with food, now, throwing snacks into the air and catching them with skill.
Francesco was about to sit by his side, when Karl beckoned him to come closer. Then he kissed him, hotly, like Mouse earlier, and pushed him to his knees.
"What the fuck?" Francesco murmured. For a moment, he thought Karl would whip out his cock and have him suck it in front of Morgan, just to assert dominance, but nothing like that happened. Instead, Karl caressed his hair and pressed his head to his thigh, without taking his eyes off his bodyguard. Francesco turned his head slightly to look at Mouse. The redhead shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Did he say anything?" Karl asked Morgan.
