“Did you forget how to fuck?” Mouse taunted him. “C’mon, Kekko, is this how much you missed me?”
He wanted to play a little rough, it seemed. Francesco grabbed a hold of Mouse’s short hair and began pumping into him hard and fast. “Guess it’s coming back to me now,” he said in-between grunts of pure pleasure. Mouse’s ass was still a fucking wonder.
“It does,” Mouse confirmed and shut him up with a long and hard kiss.
Francesco almost lost his bearings as he came, his eyes rolling in his head, his whole cock inside Mouse’s hot asshole.
“Fuck,” he drawled as he collapsed on top of the other. “It was worth waiting for you for two fucking years.”
“Short of a couple of weeks,” Mouse said, breathing hard.
They were both sweaty, but wasted and happy. Francesco draped himself over his lover and rested his forehead against Mouse’s cheek. “How often do they let you leave? I hope not once every two years.”
The short laugh confirmed that he was right. “I’ll have a reason to ask for days off. And someone to come back to.”
Francesco nuzzled Mouse’s ear and side of the neck. “Good. Don’t forget that.”
Silence followed, and it wasn’t just because they were both tired after fucking.
“Won’t you get lonely? Just waiting for me all the time?”
“I haven’t gotten lonely until now. Why would I start?”
Mouse seemed to consider his next line for a while. “He’ll come, you know.”
Francesco didn’t have to ask who Mouse was talking about. “No, he won’t. He’s getting married.”
“So?” Mouse challenged him.
“What do you mean, ‘so’? Karl and I, we were done the moment I started walking after you, that time. And I’m to blame, I know,” Francesco added quickly, “but now that I think about it, I won’t change a thing about what I did. You’re with me now because I was stupid then.”
Mouse chuckled and pulled him close. The smell of his sweat was nice and familiar. Francesco inhaled and rubbed against him a bit more.
“You weren’t stupid.”
“In love with stupid, then,” Francesco retorted. “Ouch!”
Mouse was rubbing his head with his knuckles while his hug turned into a playful squeeze. “I don’t worry, though.”
“About what?” Francesco asked.
“About you getting lonely. He’ll come.”
Francesco sighed. “We have so little time together. Do you really want us to spend it fighting about Karl?”
“I’m not fighting. I’m just saying it how it is.”
“How can you be so sure? I mean, if there was one of us who could find the others, that was him.” He didn’t want to let all that bitterness show, but it came out anyway. “So I’d say that he moved on that very day, and now he’s not even thinking for a moment about us.”
“You, not us. I know you had this weird thing about us three and a happy ending, but this ain’t no fairytale, Kekko,” Mouse said gently. “I’ll be in the army for a long time. Yeah, it’s fun, and yeah, it’s boring, but there are also times when it gets pretty fucking intense, you know?”
“So? What does that mean?”
Mouse huffed and pushed himself slightly away. “Things could go wrong at any moment. You sure you want this life? To be an army guy’s gal?”
“Gal? Last time I checked, my cock was in your ass. And the answer is ‘yes’, anyway. Just make sure not to get killed, okay?”
Mouse exhaled. “Okay, if you’re so sure.”
Francesco slapped him over the shoulder. “I would have said the same if you had been in prison forever.”
“For real?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think we could ask for conjugal visits, though.”
“Then I would have married your ass just so that we could,” Francesco replied.
“Gosh, you really have an answer for everything.”
“That’s me, right.”
Again, another bit of that unnerving silence.
“All right, what the hell aren’t you telling me?” Francesco asked abruptly.
“What?!” Mouse pretended to be surprised. He was talking too loud to be for real.
“You’re sitting on something like your ass is on fire. Spit it out, whatever it is that you’re hiding.”
“No way! I’m not hiding anything.”
Francesco groaned. “Fine, I’ll let you be until next time, but then you’ll tell me, okay?”
Mouse laughed. “Whatever you say. But you’ll get it on your own.”
Francesco had a mind to tell him to stop with all the bullshit, but he was no longer in the mood. What he was in the mood was to stop wasting precious time. He grabbed Mouse’s cock hard. “Let’s just fuck again.”
***
Freaking goodbyes. Francesco wiped the sweat off his forehead. His boss had asked him to help him pull a one-nighter to get a car in shape. A pretty expensive model, not the kind to land in their workshop once in a million years, and yet it was there. Fine like jewelry under the hood, but something was wrong, and his boss had had him run a thousand tests on it. The man said nothing about who brought it in, and Francesco didn’t ask. If that was some illegal shit, he didn’t care to know. He only hoped that he would be left out of it.
Finally, it looked like they were making headway. It was already tomorrow, and Francesco was beat. It surely felt surreal that only a couple days ago, he had had Mouse at his house, fucking each other like rabbits. And now he was gone again, and Francesco had no idea how he would manage to endure missing him.
A good way to do it was to work hard, and not think a lot of that. So his boss’s request had come at the right moment.
“Good job, boy,” the boss praised him. “I’ll see that you get a little extra with your slip this month.”
“No problem.” Francesco waved. “Glad to be of help.”
“It’s about time for the other guys to come to work. You can take today off. You earned it.”
Francesco nodded and headed over to the locker room to change from his oil stained overalls. Just as he was about to do so, he heard his boss talking.
“What can I help you with, gentlemen?”
Another order? So soon? Technically, they hadn’t opened shop yet. He turned full of curiosity and froze when he saw the two policemen.
“Actually, we want to talk with your employee.”
***
Francesco fidgeted in his chair while his boss offered the two uniforms some coffee.
“So, you were here all night?”
“Yeah, he was,” his boss replied in his stead.
“What’s this about?” Francesco asked.
“Just tell us about last night.”
“I was here, working.”
“As I said,” his boss insisted.
The two uniforms didn’t seem happy to be interrupted. “We’re asking the boy, not you. So, Francesco,” one of them asked in a sugary voice, “you sure your boss didn’t leave you to take care of the work by yourself so that he could take a nap?”
“Now wait a minute,” his boss intervened again, “why are you harassing the boy? And I was here, awake, all night. Francesco is a good worker, but he wouldn’t know where to start with a car like that.”
“That luxury toy?” the other uniform asked. “Not something you see in this part of town.”
The boss huffed and left for a moment, only to come back with a register. He slammed it on the table in front of the two policemen. “That luxury toy was sent to me because I know my trade. Now, if you two drank your coffee, how about getting the hell out of my shop? The boy was with me the whole night. And no, I didn’t take a nap, and no, I didn’t take a leak for longer than two fucking minutes. It’s all clear?”