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Preface:
Everyone around knew that Mista and Giorno were close with eachother.
It was as obvious as the sun in the sky.
Of course, it was a silent truth, no one dared to say something about the Don and his loyal bodyguard, and even small gossip could throw you into a whole lot of trouble. The only issue was, it was kind of awkward.
Giorno and Mista had been working together, just the two of them, for a few years now. Suspicions had already started from there. The two had a knack for getting themselves in alot of mutually queer situations...entirely by "accident". Fugo was usually the unwilling witness.
One night, Fugo walked in on them, Giorno bent over his desk and Mista behind him. In the light of the sunset through the window, it was very provocative. Fugo quickly turned on his heel and shut the door with a slam in response.
Giorno had merely wanted to reach to grab his pen from the edge of the desk.
Another night reflected the incident that Narancia once saw. Mista was layed out on the office couch with Giorno bent over his crotch. This time it WAS a bit more fishy though, since Giorno was straddling Mista.
Fugo walked in, saw Giorno straddling Mista, bent over, from behind, and once again left with a slam of the door.
Giorno was just trying to help massage Mista after he got in a tussle.
Eventually after the 5th time, Fugo insisted they refrain from sex in the office, to which both of them were VERY confused.
The misunderstanding would later go from rumor to truth, once something in Mista and Giorno's relationship changed. All it took was a big push.
Mista leaned over Giornos shoulder as he puzzled over a recently penned document. Giorno was writing to a government official over a pressing matter around recent drug resurgences. Over the years, the flow of drugs into Italy ebbed and flowed, keeping Giorno on his guard at all times. "Would you like to properly read this over?" Giorno said with a smile, as he turned to Mista, whos face was practically beside Giorno's.
"Ah, sorry sir,"
"You can call me by my name,"
"Giorno, um, would you mind if I did?"
Giorno passed the paper over his shoulder for Mista to read. A second pair of eyes was always helpful for important documents.
Mista read over it carefully, his eyebrows knotted with concern.
He let out a sigh as he finished, and passed it back to Giorno, who reached for it in just the right way so that his fingertips brushed Mista's hand.
"Its perfect, as usual, Giorno." Mista wiped the blush from his face. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Giorno let out a relieved sigh and slouched back in his seat, his head almost touching Mista's exposed waist.
"I'm just so damn exhausted, I really could use a break but these forms are eating me alive."
Mista's much larger, much stronger hands, moved to rub Giorno's shoulders. This level of continuous physical contact was normal for them by now, and only increasing in intimacy. Though STILL they had yet to realize they had any romantic interest in eachother.
Giorno let out a comfortable moan and rolled his shoulders into the touch. "I love you Mista, God, this is amazing."
Mista flushed and turned away.
"Its always my pleasure. I am always here to help you when you need it."
Fugo knocked on the door, 3, loud times. (He wasn't risking it)
"Come in!" Giorno hailed.
Fugo marched his way to Giorno's desk "Good afternoon."
He was holding a few papers to his chest, and placed them neatly in an empty spot of Giorno's desk.
"Ah, whats this?" Giorno asked, lifting one to read it closely.
"Its actually something special." Fugo said with the proud upturn of his nose. "A 'Christmas Gift'"
The paper had a picture of a small house overlooking the ocean, and a pristine beach, paired with an address.
"Its a beach house I bought for you."
Fugo wasn't fucking around. Of course, with higher positions did mean more money, money that was cleaner than before though.
"Its nearby, its private, and its got great views. Perfect for a quick getaway trip"
Giorno tried to keep a reserved look on his slowly smiling face. "Fugo have you been spying on me, how did you know I wanted a break?"
"Fuck no, I'm not risking that." He said with a twisted expression. " I could just tell from the way you've been acting. Plus, you affect Mista with you stress, he looks just as wound up as you."
Giorno turned around to give Mista a strong look-over, and Fugo was right, he looked like he had been exhausted by his concern.
"I am arranging things for you two to take a break, forms are completed, no meetings for a week, youre good to go if youre up for it. Plus,"
Fugo coughed into his fist avoiding their eyes. "Its already stocked with necessities for 2."
Mista turned to face Giorno with even more concern creasing his face. "Giorno, you dont have to take me." he reassured.
Fugo, given what he'd been seeing, assumed they were a couple already, and assumed that naturally they would go together.
Giorno, honestly, hadnt even considered not going with Mista. The two were always around eachother anyway, and had found alot of enjoyment in eachothers company.
"I need my bodyguard, right? If you want to come, I want you to come. And you will be free to rest."
The conversation concluded and before they knew it the two were packed into a car heading the short drive over to the beachhouse.
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It was a sight to behold. Gorgeous views and ornate furnishings, the entire open-plan house was perfect for filling with light, and was adorned in natural growing plants and ivy.
The two took stock of what was there:
a kitchen, a guest bathroom, a living room with a large couch and television, and on the second floor...one master bedroom with one master bathroom.
THAT was the kicker.
"Oh, I forgot to ask Fugo if it had multiple rooms..." Giorno said, concerned, as Mista put down all the luggage he brought out for them on the floor.
"Theres a huge couch I can sleep on, and I'm a heavy sleeper anyway, I'll do just fine." Mista made sure Giorno got a good luck at his genuine smile, trying to reassure him, but he had already started biting his nails, the habit he picked up from childhood. He was thinking hard about so many worries now, and he cared about Mista being comftorable, and he coudnt make Mist sleep on the couch-
Mista interrupted his train of thought with a gentle hand to his shoulder, bent slightly down to look Giorno in the eye.
"I'm perfectly fine."
Giorno shook his head, ever the problem solver.
"You will sleep in the bed. I will take the couch."
Mista facepalmed at Giorno's stubbornness. He knew Giorno wouldn't take his ' no ' for an answer.
"How about we just share the bed, its massive, would that make you satisfied?"
Giorno looked back to the king sized bed, then over to Mista, eyeing his large frame to measure how it would fit.
"I dont mind that, there is plenty of room, youre right."
Mista smiled at seeing Giorno's tense face relax. "Perfect, I'll start unpacking our things, you just focu on relaxing."
Giorno slipped off his shoes and started roaming the rest of the house. The master bedroom had a giant bathtub, and the balcony happened to have a hot tub. 'If you like submerging yourself in water then you'll really like this place.' Giorno chuckled to himself. On the Mantle above the ireplace Giorno took notice of 4 candles. He made sure to quickly grab one and chuck it out the window, fully knowing Mista would be upset if he saw it. After his search for possible '4's', Giorno found the wine cellar and got to work pouring himself and Mista a glass on the couch and looking through the TV channels.
Meanwhile, Mista was close to unpacking Giornos clothes into a dresser. There seemed to be just enough room to fit it all, both his and Giorno's clothes. All that was really left behind was a few toiletries.
Mista walked into the bathroom holding Giorno's large bag of makeup, hairbrushes, hairpins and dental hygiene supplies, as well as his old toothbrush and toothpaste. He dumped it out on the counter before digging his way into the cabinet drawers.
The first one he opened made him jump back.
Fugo said this place was fully stocked.
He wasnt kidding.
There was a whole drawer filled to the brim with condoms. Flavored, ribbed, regular, in a few different sizes. There must have been a hundred. Mista stared at it in awe, with a blush, now thinking to Giorno...
Giorno didnt have a girlfriend, not to Mista's knowlege. Mista for that matter didnt either. Neither of them had the time or interest. But looking at this stockpile of condoms, well, Fugo must have assumed Giorno must be able to bring some girls with him to the beachhouse, right?
Mista felt his heart hurt a bit at the thought, but also felt a pang of guilt. He was taking away his boss's chance to 'get it on'.
Mista shook the thought from is head and rummaged through the other drawers.
It only got worse.
Lube, so much lube, flavored lube, and aphrodisiatic lube, tingle lube. There were even a few aphrodisiac candies. In a whole other shelf were sex toy, dildos and cock sleeves.
Mista shut the cabinet with a slam, having seen enough and blushing MADLY.
He simply left everything out on the counter and went back downstairs in a blushing daze.
Giorno was sprawled out on the couch by now, wine glass in hand on its third refilling, a soap opera playing on the TV.
Mista walked over and leaned on the couch behind Giorno to get a better view of the TV, then smelling the strong Merlot.
"Mista!" Giorno smiled brightly and patted the couch beside him. "Come, join me, theres wine!"
"I see that."
Mista could tell from Giorno's stained lips and blushed face...he was most likely getting wine drunk. He did his best not to stare to deeply at how it made Giorno so beautiful.
"How much have you had?" he said as he sat down and grabbed his glass.
"A few. Not much."
Mista looked at the over half-empty bottle.
"Sure..." he took a long sip from the glass.
"This movie, its a romance," Giorno said, leaning coser to Mista to rest his head on his side comfortably. "And its a wild concept. You see, its about two people, a boss and subordinate. Theyve worked together for YEARS with the most tense sexual chemistry in the goddamn world." Giorno took another sip. "It's getting frustrating for me actually."
His face turned, greeting Mista's mere inches away. Mista could only be caught up staring wide eyed and Giorno's wet, red lips.
"I want them to fuck so bad." he whispered.
Mista's eyes shot up and away from Giorno's lips.
This was bad. This was weird...
All it took was Giorno to whisper like that in his ear, with those gorgeous lips, and his half-lidded emerald eyes, and Mista was suffering from a now emerging boner.
'I'm not some horned up teen, why am I getting horny over my boss...' he thought frantically, as Giorno settled himself closer against him to keep watching the movie.
Mista's hands were in his lap to hide his shame.
'Its been like, years, since ive boned a girl, thats why, yeah, definitely...'
Mista was entirely distracted from his entire surrounding world, the movie and Giorno's new, unintentionally suggestive move.
Giorno nuzzled his face into Mista's neck, and used his free hand to throw his hat across he room and start gently stroking Mista's black curls.
"Did you see that?" he asked, in a whisper right beside his ear, his warm breath ghosting the lobe, "I think theyre going o kiss."
Mista was shaking like a small dog. He was tense, he was now close to full hard-on, and his boss was rubbing up on him, petting his hair, and whispering about kissing and fucking into his ear. His wine glass found its way to upturn at his lips, and he downed the whole glass, his other hand still in his lap.
"I-interesting, Giorno." he stammered, reaching for the remaining bottle and filling Giornos glass, before chugging the small remaining wine.
Giorno's hazy eyes were focused onto his lips as he drank from the neck of the bottle, and how his tongue licked the droplet from his lips when he put it down.
"This movie has got me thinking ... strange things."
"What about?" Mista asked, avoiding Giornos piercing gaze locked onto his face. He was for sure drunk...
I'm thinking about...more wine." Giorno stood up with a sway and quickly walked back to the wine cellar or another glass, giving Mista the chance to put a pillow on his lap before Giorno was jumping back onto the couch. He threw his legs over Mista's lap pillow and wrapped his arms around Mista's neck, bottle in hand to pop it open. He didn't even bother with glasses. He just opened the bottle and sipped straight from it.
Mista looked over for only a second, but that was all the time needed for Giorno to lift the bottle gently to his lips, serving the wine directly to his mouth. Taken by surprise, a drop of wine trickled down his chin.
Giorno leaned forward, licking the wine from Mista's face, his soft wet tongue dragging along his chin to his lips.
Mista shivered, and winced at Giorno.
"What was that!?" He asked, aghast.
"You spilled some wine." Giorno said nonchalantly, leaning back on him and drinking from the bottle.
Mista was thoroughly flustered, and his hard-on was raging.
"I think you've had too much to drink, boss..."
Mista took the botte from Giornos lazy hands and put it down on the coffee table. Giorno was too drunk to even register that the bottle had left his hand, instead using the now free had to snuggle up closer to Mista's chest.
"Sorry boss, I gotta get you rested."
Mista used all of his willpower to gently scoop Giorno into his arms, bridal style, while the small man still clutched around his neck, and carried Giorno upstairs to the bedroom.
It wasn't a simple task. Giorno was snuggling incessantly close to Mista's neck, his hair was coming half undone as a result, and Mista would stumble a bit when he was overly forceful.
Another thing Mista had to acknowledge during this ordeal was just how good his boss smelled, and how soft his hair was, and how warm his tongue was..
Mista shivered once again, shaking any chance for impure thoughts from his head before they could properly form.
He gently layed Giorno onto the bed, noticing that the younger man had fallen asleep soundly. Unwrapping Giorno's arms from his neck, Mista got to work undoing Giorno hair pins and brushing the hair out so it wouldn't be damaged as he slept. He took of Giornos coat, and tucked him into the bed.
With a deep, exhausted sigh, Mista got his ass into the bathroom and locked the door.
He was STILL hard. He was honestly impressed by just how furious his cock was, especially over his own boss and close friend, Giorno.
'I must be the most pent up man in the world..'he thought to himself as he leaned his back against the door, brushing the dark curls from his face. He undid his belt, immediately relieving the tension on the tent in his pants.
He pulled down his boxers just enough so he could get his dick out, the cold air making him bite his lip.
Taking advantage of Fugo's stocked cabinets, Mista lubed his hand and got to work trying to self-soother his aching cock.
A few frustrated pumps later, Mista realized this wasn't working. Every time he stroked, his mind went to the thought of Giorno's lips, and tongue. How they would feel wrapped around HIM instead. The thoughts were immediately shut down each time they showed up, but that also meant that Mista was struggling HARD to get off.
'I dont usually use these..' he said bitterly as he pulled the cock sleeve from the drawer, lubing the inside. 'But fuck it, its here so why the fuck not.'
It was self warming, which Mista found strange. He found the whole concept strange as he braced himself against the door and pushed the sleeve around his dick. He entered with a wet squelch, some lube dripped out of the hole as he filled it. The sensation was immediately mind-numbing. He slid down to the floor as he continued to pump the toy over his dick, stifling moans with his hand. He was losing control over his thoughts entirely, as they drifted back to his boss, only his boss.
He imagined Giorno, layed out on his hands and knees, as Mista pounded his lubed, hot ass from behind. The way he would turn back to stare in that lust-drunk way he had earlier, the wine spilling out on the couch they were sitting on. Mista imagined flipping him over, and pouring the bottle on his bare chest before sucking it from his body and nipples with vigor, continuing to relentlessly pound him into the cushions.
Mista came, hard, to the image of Giorno's spasmic orgasm on his cock.
The post-nut clarity was devastating...
Mista sat for about 30 minutes, hands folded in prayer position, face twisted in worry. He was enacting a form of penance on himself, trying to clear his mind of what he imagined, before having to sleep next to the object of his fixation. Mista had thrown out the cock sleeve, not just from it being cum-filled, but also from the shame. He wished he could banish himself from the famiglia personally, become chaste on a mountain in the countryside.
With a deep sigh he sucked in his chest and undressed to go to bed, removing his sweater and pants to fold in the corner of the bathroom.
He slept in his boxers, and saw no issue with that normally, so without concern he waled out and tucked himself into bed a safe distance from Giorno, making sure to lay as stiff and straight as possible, swearing to be an immovable rock all night.
The night had different plans though.