CLOSER THAN PLANNED

The room filled with soft gasps as Alejandro took Matini’s d**k into his mouth sucking him slowly.

Alejandro wrapped his arms around Matini’s neck spreading himself open for him.

Matini’s head fell back his eyes fluttering as he slid inside Matini’s a**hole slow and deep. Alejandro's hands gripped the sheet tight moaning his name softly "Derulo"

Matini's hips moved, thrusting slow and deep as their mouths collided in desperate, breathless passion."

For several minutes, Matini thrust in and out, his pace quickening until he couldn’t hold the kiss anymore. His lips parted with a low moan, eyes squeezed shut. With a final thrust, he pulled out and released his cum on Alejandro.

They clung to each other, breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together.

Their lips met again, tongues tangling as they tasted each other. Alejandro’s hand gripped Matini’s thigh, lifting it slightly.

Matini smiled faintly, his eyes soft as he lay back on the bed.

Alejandro rested on Matini's chest, pressing gentle kisses to his skin as Matini’s fingers ran through Alejandro's hair.

Suddenly, Matini's phone rang, but he ignored it. It rang a second time.

"Derulo," Alejandro called softly.

"Jandro," Matini replied in a low voice.

"Your phone..." Alejandro began, but Matini cut him off.

"Not now, please," Matini said, and the ringing stopped.

They kissed again, but the phone rang once more. Alejandro cupped Matini's face, pulling away gently. "Please pick it up. It might be important."

“I’ll get back to the person later,” Matini said, his eyes fixed on Alejandro, but the look on Alejandro’s face showed he was not pleased with the decision.

“Okay, if that makes you happy,” Alejandro replied softly.

Matini picked up the phone and answered the call. His expression shifted as he listened.

“I’m coming,” he said and ended the call.

“Who was that, Derulo?” Alejandro asked.

Matini smiled, eyes narrowing playfully. “The way you say my name.”

“Stop it,” Alejandro said, blushing faintly.

Matini moved closer, his presence overwhelming. “I have never felt what I felt the moment I saw you at that bar,” he said, taking Alejandro’s left hand, gently stroking it as his gaze searched Alejandro’s eyes. “I can’t get you off my mind when you are not here, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Alejandro’s eyes locked with his, the heat between them undeniable, but he looked away, gathering his thoughts. “You know why I am here…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Matini interrupted.

“It matters, Matini,” Alejandro replied, holding his stare. “I came here to do my job.”

Matini hesitated, then his eyes softened, his voice low and certain. “You will not betray me.”

“How can you be sure of that?” Alejandro asked, glancing down at Matini’s hand still stroking his.

“Because when I look into your eyes,” Matini said, leaning in, his voice melting into a whisper, “I see it.”

“See what?” Alejandro asked, his breath catching as Matini’s fingers traced his hand, their warmth lingering.

“The same feeling I have for you,” Matini whispered, drawing him in, arms wrapping around Alejandro, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.

“I love you, Alejandro,” Matini breathed, eyes locked onto his. He hesitated, his voice faltering for a brief second. “The day you choose to do your job… I will give myself to you willingly.”

He turned, stepping down from the bed.

“To where, Matini?” Alejandro asked quietly.

“From now on, refer to me as Derulo,” Matini replied, his tone firm but intimate. “Only you call me that.”

Alejandro said nothing, simply watching him.

“Someone unusual,” Matini added, his voice dropping.

“Unusual?” Alejandro repeated, confused.

“He is here,” Matini said, his eyes locked onto Alejandro’s, his expression unreadable.

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THE NEXT DAY

Alejandro showered, dressed in simple black slacks and a dark shirt, then made his way to the lobby of Martini’s private building.

Derulo was already waiting beside a sleek black car, sunglasses shielding his eyes. A few of his men lingered nearby, watching but saying nothing.

“Get in,” Derulo ordered.

Alejandro slid into the passenger seat as the engine purred to life. They drove through the city in silence, the hum of the car filling the space between them.

“Where are we going?” Alejandro asked, glancing at him.

“You’ll see,” Derulo replied calmly.

They pulled up to a gated compound on the outskirts of the city. Guards armed with rifles flanked the entrance, eyes sharp and unblinking. Beyond the gates, Alejandro saw training areas, weapons crates stacked high, and armored vehicles parked in rows like silent beasts.

“Welcome to your new job,” Derulo announced as he stepped out.

Alejandro followed him inside. Recruits lined up along the field, targets exploded under rapid gunfire, and drills operated with military precision. The place looked like a small private army hidden in plain sight.

“I’ve got an assignment for you, Jandro,” Derulo said as they walked.

“Assignment?” Alejandro asked, glancing at Derulo, then at the scene unfolding around them.

“Sure,” Derulo replied with a knowing smile, walking ahead.

Alejandro followed, his steps steady but his mind already racing.

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THE NEXT DAY

Guards in dark suits patrolled the perimeter, armed to the teeth, their sharp eyes sweeping the surroundings for threats.

Alejandro adjusted his leather jacket as he approached the front entrance. A guard opened the door for him after saying, “Matini sent me,” revealing Matteo, one of Derulo’s most trusted lieutenants. He was bald and broad shouldered with tattoos curling up his neck.

“Alejandro,” Matteo greeted flatly. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”

Alejandro’s jaw tightened. “Not welcoming your guest with a hug or handshake?”

Matteo grunted, stepping aside. “Forgive my manners. I’m not a fan of that.”

They moved down a long hallway, eventually entering a private lounge.

Derulo stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline sprawling behind him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Te llamo más tarde,” he ended the call.

“Jandro,” Derulo said, turning to him.

“Not after you sold me to your Spanish friends,” Alejandro replied, his voice edged with sarcasm. “So how much am I worth now?”

Derulo chuckled, walking toward him. “When you walked in, I had to end the call.”

“Re llamo?” Alejandro asked, narrowing his eyes.

Derulo laughed, his gaze drifting slowly over Alejandro with deliberate precision. “I’ll call you later. That’s what I meant.”

“Fine,” Alejandro muttered, his voice low.

Derulo crossed his arms, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You told me you have an assignment for me.”

Derulo’s lips twitched. “Sure. First, have a seat,” he said, lowering himself onto the couch.

Alejandro sat across from him, eyes sharp, unreadable.

Matteo bowed slightly and slipped out of the room, leaving them alone.