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Ughhhhhh…
Abbacchio groans, making a face in front of the office bathroom mirror. At 5.30 on a Friday, he should already be on his way home, thinking of what to watch with his cat, Moody Blues, soon to be wrapped in a robe. If he tried hard enough, he could almost feel his ass on the couch, the comforting weight of a glass of red wine in his hand.
But no. He was somehow here, this late, retouching his makeup to the sound of Narancia’s impatient whining. “Abba!! If you don’t come out in five, we’re leaving without you.” He rolled his eyes. Don’t threaten me with a good time.
His lower back was killing him after one hell of a week at the office, and no amount of concealer could camouflage the bags under his eyes. Only Guido Mista’s power of persuasion could get him to go out in these circumstances. “C'mon dude… Giorno will be working with us for a while, shouldn’t we do our best to make him feel welcome?” Social butterfly that he was, he’d apparently already taken the new intern under his wing and was set on bringing him into the group. Not that Mista needed an excuse to gather up the gang and hit Passione, their go-to gay bar. Narancia was always game, Fugo could be dragged out by sheer force on most occasions, and they were able to talk Abbacchio into joining once in a blue moon.
His subordinates’ Friday night buzz reached him all the way from outside. Despite the quiet and shy veneer he’d kept all week, Giorno was clearly happy to have been invited on their little outing. He was loosening up, asking Fugo his thoughts on the Brave New World series adaptation, and giggling at Narancia’s desperate attempts at getting their superior to hurry up. “Abbacchiooooo!! We’re leaving for real now.” The yell came out muffled from underneath Mista’s headlock.
Abbacchio huffed, zipped his makeup pouch close and stepped out of the bathroom. His smokey eye blended to perfection yet again, a classic matte black lip sealed the look. “Let’s go, brats. Before I change my mind.”
-
He regretted his decision after the first round of happy hour cocktails. Passione was crowded as ever, and the sound of some young queens embarrassing themselves at karaoke this early in the night made his ears grit. His back and knees weren’t doing so well either. Mista, Narancia and Fugo were being more obnoxious than usual for some mysterious reason. He tried to follow the conversation. If he was already out, Abbacchio was at least going to do his best to enjoy the evening.
“I’m telling ya, he’s totally looking our way!!” Mista was wiggling his bushy brows obscenely and elbowing Narancia.
Fugo yelled over them, exaggeratedly smashing his head against the table. “NO!! I’m leaving if we do this again.”
“Fugoooo, why you always gotta be such a buzzkill.” Narancia pulled at his arm repeatedly as Giorno cracked up at the dramatic display on both sides.
Mista and Narancia had been eyeing some guy at the bar and were deliberating on whether to invite him over. These half-grown sluts, here we go again… Abbacchio pinched the bridge of his nose irritatedly, but followed their gaze towards the mystery man all the same.
They weren’t wrong. The specimen in question may very well have been worth the fuss, if not for his atrocious bob. He wore an expensive looking white blouse, loosely tucked into his tailored dress pants. And yes, he was definitely looking at their table.
“You see what I mean, right?! Look at that ass, he’s smokin’ hot!!! What do we have to lose??” Mista’s booming voice dragged him back to reality. Abbacchio could barely think between Narancia’s insistence and Fugo’s violent threats to leave on the spot.
“Jesus Christ kids, settle the fuck down.” Only his subordinates could wear down his patience at this impressive rate. “Nobody is inviting some stranger to our table. Not one with that egregious hair anyways.” This is not the 90s and you’re not Victoria Beckham.
Some of his workplace authority clearly carried over to their friend group. Narancia and Mista deflated with disappointment, and Fugo grinned triumphantly. Finally, when the table seemed ready to move on, Giorno made an observation that would change the course of the evening.
“Mr. Abbacchio… isn’t he looking at you?”
Abbacchio’s dark smokey eye intensified his death glare. You’re on thin fucking ice, Giovanna. “Leave me out of your childish schemes, insect.”
Mista gasped in utter shock. “Duuuude, he’s totally checking you out.” Suddenly, everybody’s eyes shot between him and the guy. Abbacchio’s stomach twisted. He avoided looking up deliberately in fear of bringing more attention towards himself. Just what I needed. His salad days of bar cruising were long past, and he was not about to revisit them in his office attire after a long fucking week.
The gang brimmed with excitement at the confirmation that the man of the night had a specific target in mind. “Eyyyy looks like you still got it.” Elbows poked his ribs and eyebrows wiggled his way.
Fugo spoke up from in between the commotion. “There’s only one way to find out.” Silence. “We send Abbacchio to get us our second round at the bar, and see if the guy goes up to him.” What the actual fuck, Fugo, I thought we were on the same team here.
Next thing he knew, Abbacchio was being shoved away, with no chance at protesting. He stared at his shoes and the dirty floor, slightly sticky with beer, then steeled his gaze forward, doing his best not to look in the direction of the stranger.
The odds were not in his favor tonight. The only opening at the bar was next to posh spice, who was ogling him shamelessly now. Abbacchio hated to admit that dork Giovanna had been right after all.
Well, nothing left to do other than order, get the drinks and hurry the fuck back without sparing a glance to his left. Jesus, how old even is this man? Too damn young to be looking at me like that, that’s for sure.
The stranger’s drilling gaze became harder to ignore as he waited for the drinks. The wails coming from the karaoke stage and the stabbing pain in his back were driving him up the wall. Ok. This ends now. Abbacchio shot him his worst contemptuous sneer. “Isn’t it past bedtime for you?”
“I’ll have you know I’m old enough to pick my bedtime. Are you offering to tuck me in? I’m off the clock tomorrow, in case you’re interested.” Mr. Bob retorted without missing a beat.
Upon closer inspection, his charm couldn’t be denied. Those big blue eyes had the power to make one weak in the knees, and the haircut was starting to grow on Abbacchio. The chin-length bob framed his face beautifully and was styled to perfection, pulled back on one side with a pair of golden clips. His dark hair and velvety brown skin made his baby blues stand out even more. One had to be straight to resist an advance from a man of that caliber. Leone Abbacchio was many things, but straight wasn’t one of them. Let’s see if I still got it, then. Two can play this game.
“Kids these days… Have you no appreciation for the art of seduction? At least ask a lady her name first.” Abbacchio feigned indignation, putting a hand to his chest dramatically.
“Oh, so you’re asking me to seduce you? Allow me to introduce myself.” He stuck out his hand, slightly leaning forward. “Bruno Bucciarati.” Abbacchio gave the manicured and perfectly moisturized hands a quick satisfied look. He loved a man with attention to detail. Short nails, no polish… Possibly a top.
Abbacchio raised an eyebrow curiously. “Italian?” He snuck a glance at the golden crucifix on Bruno’s chest as he reached out to shake his hand.
“On my dad’s side. They say we make world-class lovers, you know?…” Bruno surprised him by lifting it to his lips and pressing a delicate kiss on his knuckles without breaking eye contact. “And you are?” Bold move… This is getting interesting.
“Leone Abbacchio.” He had the feeling the brats would be eating this up from across the room. Abbacchio could practically feel their eyes on him, and the scene Narancia and Mista were making was hard to ignore. Giorno was laughing and struggling to catch his breath, already tipsy from their first round. Pathetic lightweight. Fugo was doing his best to get them to shut up so he could catch what was happening. They clearly enjoyed seeing their stick-in-the-mud supervisor in action for the first time.
By the time the drinks were ready, he learned that Bruno was a sales associate and aspiring stylist at Gucci menswear. That explains the look. He’d dropped the casanova act and was chattering warmly, showing clear interest in him and asking all sorts of questions. Even as the drinks were losing their fizz, Abbacchio couldn’t make himself break the spell and return to his friends. He’d stopped paying attention to what was going on over there anyways.
Narancia’s arrival burst his bubble. “Heeey Abba, care to introduce us to your man?” He collected their drinks with a crass wink.
Before Abbacchio could send him away with some insult or other, he felt Bruno’s hand on his forearm. “I’d love to meet your friends.”
Abbacchio did a double take. He could easily end things here, salvage what was left of his dignity, and return to the safety of his sexless 9-to-5 routine like nothing happened. He’d never been one to take risks, but something about those warm hands and kind eyes were forcing him to reconsider.
“Let’s go, then.” The two followed Narancia to their booth, where Giorno and Mista pretended not to be losing their shit at Abbacchio bringing his suitor over.
“Took you long enough. I bet my coke is flat by now” Fugo snatched a glass of rum and coke for himself. He looked up at the stranger questioningly.
“Don’t mind him, man, Fugo gets like that with strangers. I’m Mista, this here is Giorno, and the little guy is Narancia.”
“Bruno Bucciarati. Sorry to have kept your friend, I just couldn’t help myself.” Bucciarati rested his hand around Abbacchio’s waist while excusing himself. He thanked the dim lighting for hiding his blush but leaned into his touch all the same.
-
The hours flew by in a flurry of laughter and lively chitchat, making Abbacchio almost forget about his sore joints. Bucciarati’s charisma made it so he fit in perfectly with Abbacchio’s friends, and by the end of the evening he was almost another member of the group. He could keep up with and out-joke Mista and Narancia, got shy Giorno to open up, which, granted, wasn’t difficult given how tipsy he was, and even won Fugo over with his clever conversation. Ultimately though, it was very clear to everybody what his intentions were; Bucciarati kept his eyes on Abbacchio all night, and when he didn’t, he made sure they were touching in some way or another. Abbacchio wasn’t used to the attention, but it wasn’t long before he relaxed into his company. Bruno’s appeal was very difficult to resist.
After a few more cocktail rounds, a game or two of Jenga, and a drunken rendition of Love Shack, courtesy of Narancia, Mista and Fugo, the gang called it a night.
“Well, then, we’ll leave you to it.” The trio split an Uber, not without having sent Giorno home safe and sound. Abbacchio did his best to ignore their whoops and obscene swoons of encouragement as they climbed in the car.
Then finally, Abbacchio and Bucciarati were left alone on the sidewalk. It was a particularly chilly October night, and their breaths clouded as they spoke. “Please ignore them, I hope they didn’t bother you too much.”
“It’s ok, really. I’m so happy you let me join your little party.” He looked up at Abbacchio like he was the only person in the world. “It’s getting late… How are you getting home?”
“Uhm… I’m taking the subway.” Abbacchio shrank into his coat and blew warm air into his hands. “I better start walking, it’s—”
“Won’t you let me give you a ride?” The warmth in Bruno’s pleading eyes went straight to his heart. “You can climb on the back of my bike. I have a spare helmet.”
Abbacchio’s stomach turned as they squeezed through the cars, it had been more than 20 years since he’d last done this. Well, all the more reason to cuddle up close to Bruno. He shut his eyes and held on like his life depended on it.
A tap on his hand propped him to open his eyes. They were passing Times Square, and Bruno had slowed with the traffic. The lights looked stunning, refracting into hundreds of colorful dots on the car windows all around them. Their breath turned purple, orange and blue in tandem with the changing banners. Abbacchio felt almost like a tourist on the back of Bruno’s motorcycle with the motor purring underneath them. He’d forgotten what it was like, the warmth and excitement of a ride home with someone new.
-
They slowed down in front of Abbacchio’s apartment building. Bruno helped him off the bike and walked him all the way to his front door, under the guise of helping out with his heavy office bag. He was thankful for the assistance, ‘cause lord that ride had not been gentle on his old knees and lower back. Despite his fatigue and soreness, the warmth from Bruno’s arm over his waist made him almost dread saying goodbye.
“Leone, I… uhm… All smoothness aside, I had a great time. You have awesome friends. And you… you’re such good company, thanks for tonight.”
Not the eyes… Don’t give me the eyes! “Yeah… It was fun.” Abbacchio couldn’t pull his gaze away, hard as he tried. Bruno looked up at him expectantly. The ball was in his court.
A sharp blend of a purr and meow from behind the door shattered the tension in the air. MOODY!! It broke Abbacchio out of his reverie and made him wonder for how long he’d been staring.
Bruno chuckled lightly. “Your cat sounds hungry. I guess that’s my cue… Thanks again for tonight.”
In a single moment, Abbacchio wished for so many things. But mostly, he just wished that he would see him again. He wanted to tell Bruno that he hadn’t enjoyed himself like that in forever. That his touch made him feel like a teenager again.
Bruno couldn’t read his mind, of course, so he stepped back looking slightly deflated. Maybe he was tired and in a rush to get home. Maybe it was better to just let him go. Even so…
“Bruno.” Right as he was about to turn around, Abbacchio grabbed him by the wrist and pressed their lips together clumsily. Words were never quite his strong suit anyways. He hoped this would suffice.
It took a few seconds for Bruno to return the kiss, but when he did, it was clear he’d been wanting it as much as him. His lips were warm, a bit chapped from the cold autumn air but soft all the same. Abbacchio could smell the last notes of his fresh perfume mixed with the muggy scent of second-hand smoke on his clothes.
For how bold he’d been all night, Bruno was a surprisingly gentle kisser. His hands cradled Abbacchio’s body with a tenderness and affection that made his heart burst. He decided to ignore the piercing sensation on his lower back for the time being.
Just as their breaths started to get heavier, and their kisses a little rougher, a louder meow interrupted them. Moody scratched the door impatiently, demanding food and attention.
“Sorry, I really have to go in now. Haven’t been home since 8am and my cat needs to eat.” Not that we could’ve done much more with me in this state. Abbacchio didn’t make any move to pull away despite his words.
“It’s ok, really, I get it. You have fatherly duties to fulfill.” Bruno signaled for Abbacchio to pass him his phone. “Here, have my number. Call me if you ever wanna finish what we started.” He said goodbye with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a dazzling smile before heading back outside.
-
Friday night’s fizz and excitement carried Abbacchio smoothly through the weekend. But by Monday morning he was back. He greeted Mista with a grunt in the staff room before sitting next to him.
“Morning, boss. Coffee?” For the 100th time, I’m not your boss!!! All Abbacchio could muster was another grunt, that Mista recognized as a ‘yes’ from their years working together.
As they sipped that sweet caffeine, basking in the silence before Narancia and Fugo arrived and started yelling at each other, his friend couldn’t help but break the routine out of curiosity.
“Sooooo…” Mista raised his eyebrows in a catastrophic attempt at looking casual. “How’d it go on Friday?”
“Mind your business.” Abbacchio frowned, but his blushing face under the fluorescent lighting of the break room spoke for itself.
“Ohhh, you know you wanna tell me. C’mon man, we’re all dying to know.” Happy to know I can trust you with a secret.
Despite his harsh answer, Abbacchio struggled to conceal a smile behind his ‘mommy fuel’ coffee mug, a present from Narancia.
“Is that a smile I see? Before 9am? You have to tell me what this man did to you.”
“Ok. We uhm… He gave me a ride, that’s all. On his motorcycle.” Abbacchio spoke coyly into his drink.
Mista pulled away from his cup. “Our very own Abbacchio?! On the back of some guy’s BIKE?! Wait ‘till Nara hears about this…” Abbacchio hated that conniving grin on his friend’s face. “And then?? I know that’s not all you did.”
“And then we ehm…”
“And then???” By that point Mista was on the edge of his seat.
“And then we kissed.” You nosy old broad. Happy? “We made out outside my door.” He gave up on trying to hide his giddiness.
“Ha! I knew it. So did y’all fuck or…”
“MISTA! No, we didn’t. It was late, I was tired and Moody had to be fed.” Don’t look at me like that.
“Dude, seriously?! Only you would pass up a chance like that… Men like that Buccie guy don't just grow on trees. When was the last time you got some proper pipe anyways?”
That final remark earned Mista a side-eye. Ever so crude… You’re hopeless. The ethics of discussing such topics in the workplace were doubtful, but Abbacchio figured that ship had long sailed anyways. He sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s really been too long.”
“Well, all the more reason, right? Did you at least get his number?”
“I did. But…”
“But what?”
“I mean… didn’t you see him?! He’s 25, you know? I’m sure it was a trick of the light that made him go up to me. What would he think if he saw me in broad daylight??” Abbacchio asked from behind the cover of his hands.
“Hey, you know old guys are in, right?” Did you just call me old? “Y’ know, silver fox and all that. Point is, you didn’t see what we saw. That guy was undressing you with his eyes all evening. He’s totally into you.” It was difficult not to believe Mista when he spoke like that.
“So… you think I should call him?” He lowered his hands slowly, looking down at the table and into his empty mug. Out of ‘mommy fuel’ I guess…
“Do it!!! You know me and the boys are rooting for ya.” Sometimes I forget you three share a single brain cell.
Abbacchio relaxed, allowing himself to be infected by Mista's enthusiasm, if only for a moment. The idea of having sex again, of seeing Bruno again, of putting himself out there, didn’t sound so bad the more he thought about it. It could go wrong, yes, but it could also go very right. “Ok. Ok. I’ll think about it.”
Mista’s face beamed with satisfaction as he sipped the last of his now cold coffee.
-
A couple of smoke breaks later, the whole gang had found out. I swear, you brats are like a knitting circle sometimes.
Narancia’s raunchy words of ‘encouragement’ earned him a small lecture on workplace etiquette.
Even Giorno ventured to join the fuzz with a “Go Mr. Abbacchio!” by the printer. Did your chum Mista fill you in on that? You’re getting a bit too cozy, if you ask me.
Abbacchio rolled his eyes at a knowing smirk from Fugo when they bumped into each other in the hallway.
“You too?!”
“What? I’m invested is all.”
-
A whole week of stewing passed before Abbacchio could bring himself to text Bruno. He did his best to contain his anxious queasiness and will his thumbs into typing. Why not? Chances were the guy was busy on a Saturday night anyways.
Leone: “Is there a chance last week’s offer is still standing? -Leone from Passione.”
Only five minutes later, a sharp ping made him almost spill his wine.
Bruno: “you mean tonight? i can be at yours in an hour.”
WHAT?? Abbacchio had expected to pick a date, have dinner, and some mild couch sex at most. His phone vibrated in his hand again.
Bruno: “doesn’t have to be now of course. we can go out for drinks next week if that’s more your speed ;)”
In the following days, Abbacchio would try and understand why he responded the way he did. Was it Mista’s persuasive ingenuity once again? Peer pressure? Mere loneliness? Was he going through a midlife crisis? In any case, his reply surprised even himself:
Leone: “No, tonight is perfect.”
Bruno: “say no more baby. i’ll shower and hop on the bike. be there asap. will you wear something nice for me?”
Holy mother of God. A stranger was coming to his house. To fuck him. In an hour. A sexy stranger with devastating eyes and the power to turn his knees to jelly in a matter of seconds, granted, but a stranger nonetheless. What have I done?! Do I even have something to wear?
Ok. It’s come to this. The sluggish ringing felt like it went on forever. Come on, come on, pick up. It wasn’t so late that he worried he’d wake up his friend.
“Abbaaa, wassup” Mista was trying to contain his laughter, and was he shushing someone in the background?
“Focus! This is an emergency. He’s coming in an hour. What do I doooo?”
“Huh? Who?” It took him a few seconds. “OOOHHH… You called him. And?” That clown was clearly enjoying himself.
“He asked me to wear something for him!!! What the fuck, what did I get myself into?” Abbacchio was too distressed to mind the burning on his face.
An obscene howl flooded the speaker. “Niiiiiiiice. Ok, ok, put me on video. Let’s see the options”
As Abbacchio rummaged through his closet for ideas, he began to lose hope. Most of his choices were rather old, and his newest one had been shot down by Mista because ‘this isn’t an evening Netflixing with the cat.’ What’s wrong with my cat?! Moody Blues lay perfectly at ease on the pile of discarded clothing, unconcerned by whatever human worries afflicted her owner.
The remark had bruised Abbacchio’s pride, but onwards they went. The truth of the matter was that he hadn’t made a booty call in fucking years, and didn’t have much in the form of lingerie or anything, really, to rise to the occasion. When they were starting to think all was lost, Abbacchio saw the light. He dug deep into the bottom of a forgotten suitcase. “What about this?” The robe was practically new, the black fabric was lusciously silky and a delicate lace on the edge of the sleeves took it to another level. Knowing himself, he’d probably bought it on a whim and forgotten about it, on account of never having had a chance to use it. It was too short and skimpy to be practical around the house or over his pajamas, but for this occasion it was perfect.
“Sexyyyyyy. That’s the one!! I didn’t know you kept that fancy shit in your closet. ”
“Ugh, it stinks of wardrobe though. I can’t possibly receive him like this. I gotta get rid of the smell and get the fuck ready, he’s coming in 40 minutes!! I need a fucking drink.” Regret washed over him once again, who did he think he was? Inviting some young guy over to his apartment all willy-nilly. He should’ve just played it safe and gone on a date like a self-respecting 45 year old.
“Ok, ok, calm down dude.” Another voice came from Mista’s end of the line. “Give me that…” After some struggle, someone snatched the phone and spoke straight to him. “Ok Mr. Abbacchio. You’re into makeup right?” Giorno?! What the fuck is he doing there? At 9pm on a Saturday no less. No comment… He had no energy left for being snide.
“Yeah…” The Giorno talking to him now was worlds away from the one he’d known. In the office, he was meek, always seen rather than heard, especially around Abbacchio. Now he spoke almost like he was on a mission. His bare face and messy bun added to the uncanniness of the situation.
“Listen up, Mr. Abbacchio. You’re going to hang the robe by an open window, splash it with some vodka, then go do your favorite look while you wait. Play some music, light some candles and loosen up; if I were you, I wouldn’t have more than one glass before he comes. Just rub on a soft perfume when he rings the bell and that should mask the worst of the smell.” Leone tried soothing his ego, the brat had a point.
“Ok, yes, yes. But how the fuck do I receive him, do I just open the door half naked? I don’t even remember the last time I did this.” He lets out a frustrated groan from behind his hands.
Mista grabbed his phone back. “Chill, Abba. The guy is clearly into you. He let you set the pace by giving you his number, and waited a week for you to text back. You’ll do great.”
“If I may offer one more piece of advice.” Giorno spoke from next to Mista. “He asked you to dress up. Might as well go all the way knowing that he’s into it. Why don’t you leave the door open and wait for him on the couch?”
“And by God, text him back!! He’s probably out of the shower by now. Don’t forget to shave your ass–” Abbacchio hung up with an annoyed groan. He didn’t have time to stay and listen to Mista’s filthy sputterings, there was shit to do. Step one.
Leone: “I’ll be waiting. Have my address again just in case. I’m leaving the door open, you’ll know where to find me.”
With hesitation, he typed another text. Annoying and vulgar as he was, Mista was his friend after all and he’d come through in his time of need.
Leone: “Thanks for everything. You’ll hear all about it in detail on Monday.”
Abbacchio ran off to get ready and in the mood, starting off by lighting his favorite rose candles all over the living room. As per Giorno’s advice, he was doing his makeup, when his phone vibrated on the bathroom sink. It was Bruno. He looked down and read the message on his lock screen:
Bruno: “oh fuck. on my way out now, be there in 40. can’t wait.”
As much as he loathed to admit it, the plan had worked to perfection. Doing his makeup with his ‘Luciano Pavarotti Greatest Hits' playlist in the background had lifted his spirits magnificently. His house was more than ready to receive his gentleman caller. The warm light and aroma from the candles softened the atmosphere exquisitely.
He glanced at the time on his phone. Enough time for shoving poor Moody in the guest bathroom. If he didn’t, she was sure to run off, afraid of strangers as she was. The cat yowled indignantly at being manhandled. “Sorry, Moods, you’d hate to see what we’ll be doing out here anyways.” Don’t be dramatic, you have your litter box and water there, you’ll live.
Leone’s anxiety had fizzled into excitement by the time the bell rang. Stripping out of his sweatpants and slipping into the robe flipped a switch in him, the silky fabric brushed against his bare skin lusciously. He was ready for tonight.
He picked up the intercom, fixing his robe with one hand. “3rd floor to the right.” The following moments were dominated by the violent pounding of his heartbeat, as he rushed to open the front door and got comfortable on the couch.
The door creaked with Bruno’s hesitant push. “Hello…”
“Come in. Make yourself comfortable.” The guest followed his voice to the living room, where a vision straight from a magazine received him draped on the couch. Leone knew how to play his strengths very well; the scant length of the robe made his legs look even longer.
“You look breathtaking…”
“Come, sit down” Bruno complied without ungluing his eyes. He looked not much different than a boy on Christmas day. Abbacchio greeted him with a gentle kiss and ventured to sprawl his legs on his lap.
“Well, here I am, all yours. I believe we have unfinished business. Ready when you are.” The gentle touch felt almost electric on Abbacchio’s skin. His hands were tender and affectionate.
“I promise you we’re doing that, and more, tonight. Can I first offer you anything to drink though?” Bruno took the hint and asked for a glass of plain water. What he didn’t know is that his host’s intentions were double. He wanted to initiate conversation before getting down and dirty, of course, but he also used it as a chance to show off. Abbacchio took his time walking to the kitchen, reveling in the feeling of Bruno’s eyes on him.
Abbacchio returned from the kitchen just as slowly, glass of water in hand. The hunger in Bruno’s eyes lit a fire inside him; it was evident that they wanted the same thing, and they’d have it soon enough.
A warm fuzz enveloped Abbacchio as they shared a drink on the couch, catching up about their respective weeks almost like old friends. He was no expert on booty calls, but he knew most of the time there was little else than sex. Bruno touched his legs fondly, clearly enjoying their conversation and the feel of the soft skin under his fingers. The whole scene had an air of intimacy.
Their exchange soon veered into their desired territory. “Truth be told, I’m not much of a top, you see?” Abbacchio wiggled his long manicured nails in front of him. “Let’s manage our expectations based on that.”
Bruno responded by holding his hand and interlacing their fingers sensually. He leaned close, almost whispering. “You have nothing to worry about, I was very much looking forward to taking care of you tonight.” Abbacchio’s core melted when he sealed it with a kiss to his ear lobe. I like your style… Let’s take this up a notch.
He turns to face Bruno, lips close to brushing. His eyes were even more beautiful up close; the dark long lashes framed his clear blue pools almost romantically. Or maybe it was all just in the way he looked at him. That ardent gaze charged the air around them with electricity, and Abbacchio held it while leaning back. He spread his legs, placing one against the back of the couch and dangling the other one off the side. The dark silky fabric rode higher up his thigh, Bruno had to know he wasn’t wearing anything underneath by then. His eyes were locked on the erection peeking underneath the satiny robe.
“Come here.” Between my legs, right where you belong. Abbacchio patted the space between his legs and shot him his hungriest come-hither look. Bruno obeyed without missing a beat; he crawled his way, caressing his bare thigh, and closed the space between them.
His lips were as supple and his gestures as gentle as he remembered them. Everything he did exuded patience, an uncommon trait in someone his age. Bruno moved his hands deliberately, unafraid to let his need shine through, but never rushed or brash. He delighted in stretching everything out almost indefinitely. Leone couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed him like that, slowly, sensually, taking their time to savor his mouth. Little sighs slipped past his lips as playful fingers rode up his robe.
“Leone… You’re so hot. I’ve been thinking about you all week, you know?” He stroked the skin of his waist with tenderness, a fiery look in his eyes.
“Yeah? Like what?” Abbacchio whispered between heavy breaths.
“I went crazy for you the moment I saw you. All I wanted to do was take you home and make you mine. Fuck… I… I fantasized about making you scream every night.”
“Mmm… And tell me, young man, what are you going to do now that you have me?”
“I… I want to worship your body, suck you off and… And fuck you until you can’t come anymore.” Those words painted an erotic picture in Leone’s head and made his heart race.
“I don’t expect anything less, don’t you disappoint me now.” He gripped Bruno’s waist and nibbled at his lower lip, as if to emphasize his point.
“Wouldn’t dream of it…” The look of devotion in his eyes made it hard not to trust him.
Bruno’s smell went straight to his head, as did everything else about him, if he was being honest. It looked like he hadn’t styled his hair this time around, and the fluffy waves and bangs gave him an air of youthful innocence. Leone relished in the solid feel of his back under the white cotton of his t-shirt.
He couldn’t help but stare a little when Bruno did away with the pesky top. Needless to say, he looked as good as he felt. The warm cinnamon skin of his chest looked regal, decorated by the gold crucifix flickering in the candle light. A black trail of hair lost itself under Bruno’s tailored dress pants. It led the way to a happy place Abbacchio would sure like to visit tonight.
Again, Bruno pressed his lips against Leone’s. He held his face lovingly and deepened their kiss, letting his eagerness peak through. With the same affection, he moved the silver strands aside, making room for his sweet lips, first lightly along his jaw and the flesh of his ears, then rougher when he reached the crook of his neck. Leone could do nothing but bask in the adoration.
Most of Leone’s past encounters had been dominated by a sense of urgency; the men raged to take care of their erections the moment they showed up. The itch that so many rushed to scratch made his own heart soar, it made him hold out for release all the more fervently. Leone enjoyed the buildup of tension and desire until he couldn’t take it anymore. He was a firm believer that good things took time. Up until now, Bruno was more than good, and he was definitely taking his time. He was exquisite. Leone hummed in satisfaction at the tension building between his legs, it hurt just right. Mmm… I could get used to this.
Careful hands slid the robe off Leone’s shoulder; Bruno kissed a trail of devotion all the way down to his chest, moving the dark fabric out of the way as he went. He busied one of his hands over the silky skin of Leone’s thigh and hip. The firmness of his caresses mingled with the desperation of his lips over his stiff nipple. Bruno’s once tender kisses were showing more teeth, his breath getting heavier. It was good knowing Leone wasn’t the only one losing his mind over here. He bucked his hips involuntarily, and his heart melted at Bruno’s soft chuckle against his chest.
“Eager, are we?” He ghosted a hand over the silky tent made by Leone’s growing erection, outwardly enjoying himself at the hitching breath he got in response. His fingers moved to push the black robe completely open. Leone sucked in another breath at the rub of the fabric over his sensitive head.
Bruno looked down at his now exposed half-hard cock and bit his lip. For a second there it gave Leone the impression that he was finally going to give it to him. But instead, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on the smooth skin of his stomach. Leone grunted in frustration.
“We have all night, baby. I promise I’ll make it worth your while if only you’re patient.” Bruno’s voice dripped with lust, making it sound like he was holding back. He breathed in the fresh scent of Leone’s floral body wash as he kissed and nibbled on the skin of his waist. Leone was panting, clearly wound up as well. He arched his back, holding back a moan and digging his nails into the couch.
Bruno’s lips make his way down to the flesh of his thighs. The way he showered his legs with kisses and caresses brimmed with adoration, and a squeal escaped Leone’s lips in response to a naughty squeeze under his butt. His long nails made circles on Bruno’s bare back as he tried his best to keep it together.
His want only intensified when Bruno slid off the couch and got on his knees. The view was utterly sinful; his eyes looked up at him clouded with hunger, and his shoulders rose and fell with his labored breath. He spread Leone’s legs firmly, peppering more kisses on his thighs and knees without breaking eye contact. Damn… He’d really meant it when he said he wanted to worship his body.
As Bruno’s mouth went down, he thanked the lord that his monthly mani pedi had been just last week. Leone didn’t have a foot kink, but it was undeniably hot to have such a man bow down before him. He looked divine, holding up his leg and planting kisses on the balls of his feet and on each of his toes. Leone giggled breathily at the ticklish feeling. “You’re too much.” His words teemed with want as he rubbed Bruno’s face playfully with his foot.
“Not my fault you’re so gorgeous.” Bruno quipped, straightening up and nearing Leone’s inner thighs with his mouth. He licked a stripe from his balls all the way up with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Of course, he missed the tip intently. It was clear he was getting a kick out of Leone’s desperate wriggling and moaning. And so he continued his cruel game, stopping right before his reddened head and looking awfully pleased every time Leone pumped his hips needily.
Leone dug his nails into the couch. He was doing everything in his power not to fuck into Bruno’s mouth. That insolent tongue of his sure didn’t help, licking every drop of pre off the tip and looking up at him with those cocky eyes.
“Fuck… You– You’re killing me.”
“You’re not the only one, baby, I’m dying to give it to you. But first…”
Leone gathered the last functioning cell in his lust-riddled brain. “What?”
“Scream. If you like it, scream my name.” Bruno planted a cheeky kiss to his leaking tip, pulling out a moan from his lover. After that, he goes to work on his cock like it’s nothing.
He starts off by placing his lips over the tip tentatively. It wasn’t long before he was bobbing his head, taking in Abbacchio’s full length and hollowing his cheeks like an expert. His mouth was perfectly hot and tight. This clearly wasn’t his first rodeo, and he had his lover right where he wanted him. Leone had slid off Bruno’s hair tie and was gripping his locks without restraint.
“AHH… Bruno, Jesus… Oh my– Fuck…” Does this man lack a gag reflex? Not that I’m complaining. Leone could feel the back of his throat, it vibrated deliciously against the tip of his cock with every needy moan. Christ. He was being so loud that the neighbors were probably wonder who the fuck was Bruno.
“Bruno!! I– Ahh… I’m close.” It had really been too long, and Abbacchio feels a stab of disappointment that it’ll be over this soon.
“One sec.” Huh? His lover (tormentor, more like) pulls out at those words. His face is flushed, watery blue eyes looking up at him lustfully. He tucks an unruly strand behind his ear while holding Leone’s gaze. “Now. Give me your load.” Bruno licked his tip innocently before resuming, putting his whole length inside effortlessly. He sped up and reached a hand between his legs to rub at his taint. In a matter of seconds, Bruno’s agile fingers and lips shattered the tension pooling in his core.
“Fuck!!!! That’s…” Leone moaned to high heavens, shooting his full load inside Bruno’s mouth. He drank it to the last drop, sucking him through the waves of his orgasm.
Bruno laid his head on his lap and cuddled his legs, letting the minutes go by in enjoyable silence. Leone played with his hair and scratched his scalp softly.
“Will you show me to your bedroom?” The question pulled Leone out of his reverie. Bruno lifted his head and their eyes met. I guess we’re not done here… He couldn’t complain, taking it to the bedroom was the wisest; couch sex wasn’t as easy on him as it had been in years past.
Leone stood up and closed his robe, wincing internally at the stabbing sensation in his back. He held out his hand for Bruno to get up. “Let’s go.”
When he’s up, Bruno pulls Leone close and joins their mouths softly. They held each other, enjoying the taste of each other’s lips and letting their hands wander. Leone squeaked at the feeling of a naughty hand making a grab at his cheek. Sneaky. He chuckled into their kiss and gripped him tighter. “Easy there.” He made no motion of pulling away though, enjoying the feeling of Bruno’s fingers so close to his hole.
An angry meow coming from the bathroom made them pull away. Moody… The poor cat couldn't be blamed in the least. As a childless, middle aged gay man, Moody Blues was the center of Leone’s universe. Her status in the house was near that of royalty, and she wasn’t used to being locked away.
“I know that little voice, that’s your cat right?” Bruno smiled, alluding to the queen’s offended sounds.
“Yes, that’s Moody. Sorry, she doesn’t tolerate guests that well.” He let Bruno go reluctantly, off to rescue his daughter.
Leone returned with a ball of gray floof in arms, kissing her face and apologizing profusely. Moody Blues disappeared inside her cat cave, insulted by her human servant’s affront.
They made their way to the bedroom and closed the door to avoid any feline intruders. Their hands were all over each other as soon as the latch clicked. Bruno’s quick hands undid the loose knot holding the black robe together; it fell to the carpeted floor in one swift motion.
Fully naked now, Leone laid back in the bed, supporting himself on his elbows. “Your turn. I don’t allow outside clothes on my bed.” He smirked at the sight of Bruno unbuckling his pants obediently. It was clear the man was hot, and Leone was excited to see just how lucky he’d gotten in the downstairs department.
A delightfully promising cock print peeked from underneath Bruno’s white trunks. Mmhhh… Just how I like them, nice and thick.
“Like what you see?” He made a show of enjoying the attention. Not that it was necessary, the hard-on he sported did all of the talking.
“I love it.” Leone beckoned with his finger. “Now come here.”
Before he knew it, Bruno was straddling him with his legs and taking in the view. From above, Leone looked like a vision straight from heaven. The tousled hair spread out like a silver halo around his face; his makeup was perfectly messed up, ravenous eyes looking up at him like he was the only one in the world.
Leone gave in to the temptation of squeezing Bruno’s cheeks with both hands. It made his lover groan and rut against his crotch. The sound of their sighs and panting dominates the room as they rub their erections together through the thin fabric of Bruno’s underwear. For a while, they take their time enjoying the sensations, playing around with pressure and letting their hands roam all over each other’s bodies. Bruno soon remembered his lover’s very sensitive nipples, and took pleasure in pinching and flicking them just to see all the faces he made. Leone’s hole throbbed with all that teasing, holding out for a finger or two later in the evening.
“Baby… you sound divine. You up for round two?”
Leone giggled breathily. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Ok, be right back.” Bruno planted an innocent kiss on his cheek and climbed off the bed, giving Leone a full view of his glorious ass on his way to the door.
When he returns, he leaves the lube and condoms on the nightstand and flashes Leone his naughtiest grin. “For later…”
They lock lips, grinding against each other with more intention. Bruno’s body was solid and warm on top of Leone, and he moved his hips just right.
Bruno retraced the sinful path with his lips, focusing on Leone’s milky thighs and lower belly.
He surprises Leone by lifting his leg to his shoulder and continuing the tortuous kissing in the direction of his quivering hole. Delicious as those lips felt, Leone’s back ached, strained from their earlier couch activities and a very busy week at the office.
“Uhm… Hold on.” The hesitation was palpable in Leone’s voice. He held out a pillow while avoiding eye contact. “Here. For my…” How sexy, back problems.
Bruno took the hint and quickly shoved it under his lower back. “Of course, a lady has her needs.”
A wave of warmth overtook Leone. The guy was just too sweet.
Bruno raised Leone’s legs over his shoulder and kept going like nothing had happened. He started off by pressing his lips on the tender skin between his thighs.
Oh so slowly, Bruno made his way down, inching towards where his heat burned the hardest. He grazed the crevices of Leone’s hole with the tip of his tongue. The relentless teasing has him gripping the wine-color fabric of his sheets, nothing like a good rimjob Goddammit. Bruno’s stiff tongue delved into him with more force, he made his way deeper inside, spreading Leone’s cheeks open for better access. The sudden stretch caught him by surprise in the best way possible. It had him pumping up his hips and begging for more, for Bruno to fuck him. His hole clenched deliciously around that wicked tongue.
Almost as if listening to his prayer, Bruno reached for the nightstand and pressed a lubed up finger against Leone’s entrance. He made sure to stay right outside, massaging the muscle while pressing his taint with the other hand. Fuck. That’s good. Leone felt himself leaking and squirming at all the attention.
“Ahh… Jesus, I– I’ll die if you don’t put it in soon.”
“What’s the rush?” Bruno flashed him an evil grin. He appeared to be enjoying the show, but in the end slipped a slick finger inside, knuckle by knuckle. Leone’s ass fluttered in response, back arching and sighs escaping his lips with every movement of Bruno’s finger. It had truly been too long since the last time he’d had a proper fingering, and was enjoying it almost like the first time. One never really got tired of a good finger up the ass.
“YES… Shit, that’s good.” Leone moans through strained breaths. “Give me the second one.”
“Easy there… I don’t want to hurt you.”
Leone’s heart clenched at those words. Sweet… sweet and innocent. “Bruno. I’ve been doing this since before you were born. Don’t worry about me and just do it.” He regrets those words the moment they leave his mouth. If Bruno hadn’t clocked just how old he was yet, he surely had to after hearing that. Well, what’s done is done.
Bruno inserts another heavily coated finger slowly but without hesitation. Leone sighs in satisfaction, allowing himself to relax around both fingers. Some things never get old. The stretch is exquisite, and when Bruno’s probing fingers curl up just right, he can’t help but let out a moan. “Ahhh… Fuck.” God. That’s the spot.
Leone feels the all too familiar heat building up violently in his core. This quickly?! He’s more out of practice than he’d like to admit. The movement of his hips and the heaviness of his panting betray him.
“Right there?” Bruno deepens his touch with the question.
“YES… Don’t stop.” Leone is gripping the satin sheets with all his might. The relentless rubbing of his prostate and taint, and occasional scissoring and spreading of his hole has him leaking on his belly, squirming this way and that. He’s surprised when he feels Bruno’s warm body hovering above him, face so close to his own that their lips brush. His hands were working his entrance just like before, but now there were two gorgeous blue eyes staring down at him all heavy-lidded. Leone let go of the sheets and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away, hands roaming over every part of Bruno’s body he could reach, but especially his sweet loving face. Leone shifted his hips to meet his fingers at every turn, sighing breathily into his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful like this. You sound like an angel.”
Leone felt like he could burst from the praise. Bruno was a seasoned sweet talker and his words sent a tingling to more than one place. He spoke like they were old lovers, unafraid of showing Leone just how infatuated he was. His every action seeped with adoration and care. The difference between him and Leone’s old flings was night and day. His heart throbbed at the prospect that perhaps Bruno and him wanted the same thing. That maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to be the last time they saw each other.
The effect of his words didn’t fly over Bruno’s head. He continued his flattery, making Leone’s hole throb around his fingers every time. “You’re so fucking sexy.” “I’ve been dreaming to touch you all week.” “If you let me, I wanna fuck that sweet ass of yours just like this.” With every word, Bruno kissed his face and stroked his prostate with the pads of his fingers.
Leone doubts he can last much longer. His entire body is on fire from all the attention, sure to spill over at any moment. Bruno is fingering him like a man on a mission and showing no intention of putting it in. All Leone knows is that he needs it to happen. Well, the night is young.
The quickened pace of Bruno’s hands makes his muscles tense. Leone’s orgasm hits him like a train; he’s shooting cum, screaming into Bruno’s kiss and digging his nails on his shoulders.
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The lovers remain chest to chest for a while, making out to the rhythm of their slowing breaths. Leone’s body buzzed lightly with electricity. It was almost enough to distract him from the damp stickiness between their bodies. Almost. He taps Bruno’s shoulder.
“Mhh?” He pulls away and buries his face in Leone’s neck.
“Romantic as this is, we need to get cleaned up, you know? Let me fetch a towel.” Prying the clingy full-size adult man away from him was no easy task. He usually would’ve been beyond irritated at the lack of collaboration, but with Bruno it made him all fuzzy inside. In the end, amidst more kisses, playful tugs and giggles, Leone could free himself from the tangle of their arms and legs.
He really feels it in his joints when he crouches down to retrieve his robe. Plus, the stabbing in his back had become increasingly hard to ignore. Two rounds back-to-back really do a number on a man his age.
Bruno is left staring at Leone’s glorious legs as he walks away. He looks up at the ceiling in a glowy daze of happiness, unable to think of anything else other than the gorgeous man in the other room. He’s almost dopey enough to forget about the painful erection he’s been neglecting all evening. In one night, Bruno had become addicted to Leone; to the smell of his hair, to his dreamy amber eyes, but mostly to the luscious moans of pleasure leaving his sweet mouth. He was at the complete mercy of this unearthly being. Such was his craving that he couldn’t care any less about getting himself off, apparently.
“Bruno… Are you ok over there? Are you tired? It looked like you were dozing off.” Leone does his best to conceal his disappointment. Joint pain be damned, he’d been looking forward to another go-round, this time with that delectable cock inside him. He’d returned from the bathroom with a clean chest, smudge-free makeup and wrapped in his robe. The sight was simply disarming.
“Oh. That’s kind of you. Thanks, I’m good.” Bruno grabbed the glass of water that was being held out towards him, getting on his elbows and chugging it all in one go. All the fooling around had left him exhausted and dehydrated. He tried to take the damp towel from Leone’s hands, but he didn’t let him.
“I’ll get that.” His tone is commanding, almost caring, as he wipes Bruno’s chest and stomach. The sensual touch made his already neglected cock throb and strain against the confines of his underwear. He looks at Leone with hungry eyes, chest rising and falling at all the attention, and catches his amber gaze on the leaking bulge. Leone breaks the silence as his hand approaches Bruno’s crotch with the cloth. “Let me take care of this too.”
Bruno swallows thickly at that. It would take everything in him not to come the moment Leone lays so much as a finger on his erection. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you let me into that sweet ass instead?”
Leone’s breath hitches in response. He lowers himself next to Bruno, careful not to put too much pressure on his back, and meets his face for a shy kiss. “Hell, I’ve been waiting all night for you to get around to it.”
A hint of hesitation in his posture tugs on Bruno’s mind. “Is everything ok?”
At the sound of that, Leone drops his gaze ashamedly. “It’s just… I don’t know how much I can take. My uhm… my back. We can’t do anything too out there, I’m afraid.”
Bruno lifts his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “We stick to missionary then. It’s gonna be such a treat seeing your gorgeous face while I give it to you. That sound good?”
The bashful smile on Leone’s face made him warm all over. He nodded in agreement and closed in for a deeper kiss.
Leone lied down on his back, with his special pillow underneath for proper support. The angle made it so it was comfortable for him to lift his legs.
Bruno reaches for a condom and lube on the nightstand without breaking their embrace. At the sight of the girthy erection underneath Bruno’s boxers, Leone can’t stop himself from cupping a feel. “Mmm… This here feels promising.” He grinds into his hand, groaning at the intensity of the sensation.
Bruno chucks his boxers to a far corner of the room. He’s already rock hard and needs nothing more than to coat the rubber thoroughly. “Kiss me...” He whispers as he sinks into Leone’s slick entrance, breathing heavily.
They hold each other and kiss passionately, moaning into each other’s lips. “Fuck, ah– you’re so tight, baby. You– you take me so well.” Bruno is almost out of breath, barely able to speak from the overwhelming tightness.
Leone is assailed by the luscious tension screaming from between his legs; he does his best to relax around his lover’s thick cock. It may have been a while since he’d done this, but Leone believed firmly that a good bottom never really lost practice. When their grinding builds up to shallow thrusts, Leone feels himself getting more vocal. “Mmmhh Bruno, you feel amazing. Give me more. Fuck me.”
Bruno obeys, lowering his hips to reach the right angle. He pulls out painfully slowly, almost full length, then pumps back in with more force than before. A throaty groan escapes his lips, muffled by the crook of Leone’s neck. “Your ass is perfect… and your voice, it’s driving me crazy.” Bruno made sure to fuck deep into Leone’s perfect ass, but slowed down in fear of coming right then and there.
The warm breath on his sensitive skin, Bruno’s sexy sounds in his ear, and the firmness of his muscles underneath the sweat-sticky skin of his back fanned the flame building inside Leone’s core. His hole and prostate were already tender from earlier, and it didn’t really take much more for him to approach the sweet sweet edge once again. Judging by the grunts Bruno was making, it was clear that he was also close.
Instead of chasing release, Bruno slowed his thrusting, almost to the point of stopping. It wasn't any less intense, though. The grinding motion felt exquisite on his rim, and the lack of speed made it so the room was quiet, only their labored breathing to be heard. Leone had to admit his favorite part wasn’t any of those things, but how closely they could hold each other in this position.
The stimulation on his prostate was delicious like this. It wasn’t nearly as sharp as Bruno’s fingers, but nothing topped the feeling of an ass full of cock.
“Leone, baby. I’m close… not sure I can last much longer.” Bruno warned with a hint of regret in his voice.
Sad as he was that it would be over soon, Leone’s back had just about reached its limit too. “That’s ok, really. Take what you need.” He commands, bracing himself for the impact of his orgasm.
Bruno obeys, holding Leone’s leg above his shoulder and hitting his prostate head on. The heat simmering in his loins boiled over from the exquisite blunt stimulation. His sharp nails dig into the firm flesh of Bruno’s back as Leone comes for a third time. All his muscles tense and Leone screams like there’s no tomorrow, feeling his ass pulse deliciously and contract around Bruno’s cock. What must have been the most intense orgasm in his life blew the wind out of him completely.
Bruno is unable to hold back any longer and buries his face in Leone, grunting into the crook of his neck.
When Leone comes to, the first thing he notices is the comforting weight of Bruno’s body on top of his, and the lovely heat radiating from his skin. He’s shocked to find no cum on his belly. A dry orgasm? That’s new. Bruno appears to be completely knocked out, his only sign of life being the kisses he plants on Leone’s tender skin and the heavy, almost sleepy, sounds of his breathing.
They stay in bed for a few minutes, melting into each other’s lips and letting their heartbeats mellow out before getting up. Bruno moved to throw out the used condom in the trash, and Leone went into the bathroom to wash the towel and get them cleaned up again. His body protested, but tired as he was, he would never neglect his skincare. He returns bare and fresh-faced, damp towel in hand.
The second he climbs back in the bed, Bruno lays down on his chest. The warmth of his body was reassuring, and his fingers felt just right interlaced with Leone’s own. There was something intimate to the way they held each other; it was evident that there was more to it than sex.
When Leone is at his most relaxed, a desperate meowing and scratching at the door interrupts their moment. He grumbled annoyedly, dreading having to let Bruno go in order to open up. “I’m so sorry, I promise she’s really shy and won’t bother you. The most she might do is sit on the corner of the bed.”
“Aw, that’s cool, really. I’m a cat person myself, wouldn’t mind some company.”
Leone opened the door carefully and let Moody inside. He couldn’t contain his curiosity at how she would react to a stranger in their bed. Quite the rare occurrence, if he was being honest. She climbed on behind Leone and approached their cuddle pile cautiously, wary of Bruno’s presence. His heart clenched at the sweet sound of Bruno’s laughter. Moody was rubbing her head against the hand he rested on the bed.
“Hello there…” He pets her ear tentatively with the tip of his finger. “She likes me! I thought you said she was shy.”
In the end, Moody settled between them, purring and chirping happily at all the scratches provided by the new human. It was a sight to behold. He’d never seen his cat so cuddly with anybody who wasn’t him. Even Moody had a good feeling about Bruno. Leone asked himself what it would look like to have more nights like this; not just having sex, but maybe watching a movie, cuddling with Moody, or even preparing for bed together. An undeniable fact lurked in the back of his head while he thought all this. Age gap and all, Bruno Bucciarati was the whole package.
When had this man snuck into his heart? It hadn’t been when he’d approached him so boldly at the bar. Or when he’d returned his kiss almost timidly on that fateful evening. Bruno had made his way inside like a thief in the night, one loving glance and playful gesture at a time.
Leone cuddled closer, trying not to disturb Moody, who now slept snugly between them. So deep was her sleep that she wasn’t bothered by the growl coming out of Bruno’s stomach. “Oh damn, sorry about that.” He scratches his head apologetically. “I kinda skipped dinner to make it here. I should be heading out, maybe I’ll catch a bite on the way back.”
Leone’s heart dropped in disappointment. To his ears, Bruno didn’t sound much excited or in the mood to go. Usually, he would’ve just ignored such a cue and let the person go, in fear of appearing needy. But this was his chance. Bruno had come on so strongly, unafraid of letting his interest show, and now, once again, it was up to him to make the next move.
“Or… Would you like to stay? There’s a pizza place around the corner that opens late today, we could order in.” He pets Moody’s soft gray fur as a way to calm his nerves.
Bruno responds with a broad smile, looking up at him and unable to hide the giddiness peeking from the corner of his eyes. “Pizza sounds great.”