Angelo had an erection. It tented his pyjama bottoms visibly.
When he noticed what Yuri was staring at, Angelo’s face took on an expression of horrified disgust.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Yuri had said. “It’s just—”
“Get out of here,” Angelo growled at him. “Just get the fuck out. I can’t do this anymore. You get me? I just can’t.”
Yuri had looked at Angelo’s starkly implacable expression and nodded. “Yeah. Sure.” Part of him wanted to apologize, but none of it was his fault. Not really. Even if he did wish that Angelo’s erection actually meant something, he knew it really didn’t. Of course he got off on spanking Yuri. Why else would he do it? But that didn’t mean he wanted his dick anywhere inside of Yuri’s body at any point in this lifetime. Yuri had gone back to his college alone, to sleep in his bed alone, and he had to bring himself to orgasm alone. So it probably wasn’t shocking he’d taken up with Francis shortly after that.
But that was beside the point. What would Angelo do if he woke to find Yuri masturbating while grinding his arse along Angelo’s dick? He might be mad. He might want to punish Yuri, pulling down his boxers and causing that confusing mixture of pleasure and pain that he’d sought for years. And maybe, just maybe, that might be enough. Possibly. Hopefully.
It was, in fact, the only hope he had.
A hand gripped his wrist, stilling it. Angelo. He was awake. Yuri’s pulse thundered in his ears.
“What are you up to, Yuri?” asked a sleepy voice in his ear.
“I’m being bad. So very, very bad.” Yuri waited to see what Angelo would do. Would it be the discipline he craved, or would a pissed off Angelo just kick Yuri out of his bed?
Or, his mind felt the need to add, it could be another thing. A third option. It was in a distant, unlikely third place behind the other two, but maybe…
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” Angelo asked for potentially the millionth time in the twenty-three years of their lives.
This was Yuri’s cue to say he’d been a bad boy and needed to be taught a lesson, but that wasn’t what came out of his mouth. “I don’t fucking know. I really don’t.” And just like a switch had been flipped, his eyes started first to ache, then he felt moisture trickle down the side of his face and into a pillow that smelled exactly like Angelo. “Fuck me, I just don’t know, but I’m tired, Angel. So goddamned tired. I don’t… I don’t know what to do.” His voice broke then, the hopeless despair of his situation adding fuel to the banked fire that raged behind his eyes. “God. Help me. Please.”
“Shh. Stop it.” Angelo shifted behind Yuri and the hard cock that had been branding his backside since he’d woken up was gone. It made Yuri want to scream in frustration but he kept his lips tightly shut. Then he found himself on his back with Angelo beside him, his concerned eyes raking over Yuri’s face.
“I’m sorry, god, I’m sorry, but I can’t stop, and I don’t—”
“Shh,” Angelo repeated. “Stop. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
That made Yuri, who’d nearly stopped blubbering his stupid little heart out, break into great, wracking sobs. “No… you don’t. You don’t want me, so how can you—”
Angelo stopped Yuri’s babble by the most efficient way possible—he kissed him.
Yuri went absolutely still and Angelo pulled away. He blinked down into Yuri’s eyes, looking dazed and uncertain.
“What was that?” Yuri whispered, as if it was possible they’d be overheard.
“I don’t know,” Angelo whispered back. He didn’t look any less confused.
“Then—”
“Just shut up, Yuri,” Angelo said, and kissed him again.
14
Angelo Cocks Things Up
Kissing Yuri felt exactly right and Angelo was in no mood to examine why. He’d woken from a dream of chasing and not catching Yuri, and now here his frustrating prince was, cradled in Angelo’s arms, and the idea of not kissing Yuri hadn’t entered his head. Part of him screamed out that he wasn’t kissing a girl—and that was brought home by Yuri’s morning stubble, flat chest, and the erection that Angelo had brushed his arm up against. Still, Yuri’s mouth tasted delicious and Angelo found that he wanted more. Not everything. No. Never everything, but right now he was in no hurry to pull away from Yuri’s soft and sweet mouth.
“Oh, god,” Yuri breathed. “Oh, god. Yes. Please. Whatever I did right, tell me, so I can do it again.”
There was something about Yuri that made him lovely, so Angelo ignored, for the moment, the tiny voice in his head that insisted he was straight with no curiosities, bi or otherwise. That voice, though, had nothing on the drugging properties of Yuri’s lips. Yuri, Angelo reasoned, didn’t count, Angelo felt that Yuri was his, and therefore shoulds and shouldn’ts were entirely irrelevant.
“You’re just you,” Angelo said. “You’re just mine.”
Yuri went from looking horny as fuck to appearing sad. “Am I? Am I really? And what does that get either one of us?”
Angelo kissed him again. “It gets you this.”
Yuri looped an arm around Angelo to pull their bodies closer together. “Does it get me disciplined?” He tried to look superior but only managed to achieve a desperate longing
