10.
The last few days had been blissful. Francesco and Karl were by his side, and he also got to play with the captain and Morgan as much as he wanted. Sure, Karl's dad had still had to prove that he was a major asshole and let them know that he had actually allowed them to win because of his great heart or some shit, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could be enough to rain on his parade.
They were out on the backyard patio, just he and Francesco.
"Soon, you'll be gone," Francesco said and hooked one arm over his shoulders, pulling him close and kissing him on the mouth, tenderly, the best way he knew how.
It was why Mouse had fallen for the guy what seemed like a lifetime ago. At first, it had been just a bit of infatuation, something to hold on to while going through the roughest patch of his life when he had believed that he would be left on that island until the day he died. In time, it had grown into something more. Francesco had used everything, even a shady tool like betrayal, to save his sorry ass, and that meant a lot. No one else, save his dad, had ever loved him so completely like that.
"Army life's not as bad you might think, Kekko," he said and returned the kiss.
They walked through the backyard garden, although there wasn't a lot to see. It looked like no one in that family felt like gardening. Mouse chuckled and shook his head.
"What?" Francesco asked. "Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, you fucker?"
"Never," Mouse promised and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead, just to piss him off a little. His stint in the army, as Kekko called it, made him grow taller, and now Francesco was the shorter one, something that he found quite endearing. "I was just picturing Karl in a gardening hat and gloves, trying to get through these bushes." He gestured around.
Francesco snorted. "Yeah, we're not that kind of family. These bushes look like shit. I guess Karl has to hire someone. That's so weird."
"What is weird?"
Francesco sighed and gestured around. "I didn't think I'd end up living like this. I'm not used to it. I don't think I'll ever be."
"Karl will help you get used to it, I'm sure."
Francesco shook his head. "I can't believe Don's gone for good."
"He did threaten us," Mouse reminded him.
"Yeah, he did. I'm pretty damn sure that neither of us will want to cross paths with him ever again."
"He didn't say a thing about what his part of the world actually means." Mouse dragged Francesco behind one of the overgrown bushes. "Sorry, Kekko, but I want you to myself for just a bit."
By how Francesco grinned at him, it looked like they were thinking about the same thing. Mouse pushed Francesco to the ground and got on top of him, kissing his mouth. To think about all that cock the guy had taken just the other day, it made Mouse horny beyond belief. In a way, they were very much alike, he and Francesco. They were both hungry for cock and cum. Mouse was really happy that his captain had gotten the chance to fuck his boyfriend, despite Karl's protests. And that fucker, he secretly enjoyed seeing his husband getting dicked from all sides, so many cocks in his face and inside him.
Francesco was sex on a stick, that was for sure. He was hot for getting fucked, used, and he did it all for pleasure. While they were on the island, Francesco had snuck around with Karl and let him abuse and degrade him because he not so secretly enjoyed it. Mouse wanted to be a part of that, too, but he didn't want to ruin the special thing he had with his Kekko.
"Fuck me already," Francesco said with a grunt.
Mouse took him out of his clothes. "You spread them nicely," he said with a smirk, as his boyfriend was quick to open his legs and hike them up, while grabbing his butt cheeks and pulling them apart. "Fuck, you're dripping Karl's jizz, aren't you?"
Francesco was quick to feel his backdoor and then laughed. "Mouse, you're an asshole sometimes, aren't you?"
"Hey, I heard the two of you last night, having a shower at fucking two in the morning. I bet he kept you on his dick just to make sure that you don't get addicted to some other dude's cum. By the way, how did you find my captain?"
Francesco gestured for him to mount him already. "Fucking delicious. No wonder you're all over that cock."
Mouse pushed his tongue into Francesco's mouth while his cock began to push at the other end, lubed with nothing but some spit. A grunt followed, but they were getting into it just right. "Fuck, you really know how to take a cock, Kekko."
"And you've grown, you fucker. Even your dick is bigger than I remember."
"I'm not in the same league as Karl, so don't complain. You take his cock so deep in you. Fuck, Kekko, when I see your ass so full, it makes my dick ache."
"So, you'd rather watch?" Francesco asked, while hissing and closing his eyes.
What made him such a good fuck was how tight he still got even with all the fucking he was getting. Mouse enjoyed being milked like that. But he felt like he wanted more. "Tell me how Karl gives it to you," he said in a heated voice. "What does he do that you still love him more?"
"I don't love him more," came the protest. "He just fucks me, what do you want me to say?"
"Tell me how he holds you down and calls you names."
Francesco put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a little. "Mouse, what the fuck? Are you still jealous? After everything we've been through together?"
"I just want to be everything to you, too. And it's how he fucks you, how he claims you and does all that shit to you."
Francesco didn't seem pleased. He tried to push him back some more, but Mouse didn't even have to struggle to prove that he had the superior strength.
"Mouse," Francesco warned him with a growl, but his voice was growing hot with meaning, too.
They clashed their mouths together, and while he was still struggling, Francesco was now also pulling to him from time to time, linking his feet together to hold him like inside a cage he made with his own body. There was no room to move, but Mouse felt his cock being pushed to the hilt inside Francesco's tight heat.
"That's where you were, you fucking fuckers." Karl's voice came right from above.
Mouse snapped his head up. How come they hadn't heard him approaching? Shit, he needed to pay attention to his surroundings more. "Screw you, Karl," he said, gritting his teeth, "I'm balls deep in Kekko, just me and him, and you have to come and ruin it."
Karl chuckled and knelt by their side. "You know you two bitches can't get away from me, even if you want." He pulled his cock out of his jeans and poked Mouse in the cheek with it. "Come on, open up. I'm not going to tell you twice."
Mouse grabbed the asshole by the dick and squeezed it hard until he made Karl grunt. "You two," he said in a menacing voice, "have fooled around without me for fucking months on end. And now I want something in return since I helped you get rid of that scumbag you call your dad."
"The fuck you want?" Karl asked and grunted as Mouse increased his hold. They stared each other in the eye.
Francesco said nothing, and it was for the better. His husbands had something to discuss.
"I want to know how you're making Francesco such a slut for this humiliating kinky shit you're pulling on him on a regular basis."
"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," Karl said, challenging him with his eyes.
