CHAPTER 02

Nico’s POV

Was I mistaken?

No. I know what I saw.

And I could recognize my son's best friend anywhere.

Asher Vale had been standing in my hallway while I fucked the guy I paid, and I was pretty sure he was stroking his cock.

I'd seen those arctic-blue eyes through the dark, and I bet his cheeks would have been flushed redder than ever.

Did he cum? Did he like seeing me fuck that guy? Or was he grossed out?

Thoughts of my son's best friend filled my head as I pounded into the guy's mouth before releasing my load.

The guy was pretty enough but he wasn't anything special. He was simply just another ass to pound, another mouth to fuck.

“Get dressed. The door's behind you.”

He blinks up at me, dazed, his lips swollen and shiny with my cum. “That’s… that’s it?”

I don't know what the fuck he was expecting. That we cuddle?

“That’s it.”

I watch him pull on his jeans commando and nearly trip over his own sneakers trying to get out fast enough.

The door clicks shut and I realize that the house is silent again.

Silent except for the blood roaring in my ears.

Asher.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I drag a hand over my face, scrape my palm across the stubble I didn’t bother shaving. I can't wrap my mind around the obscene shit that has just happened.

I walk to the entrance of my door, and sigh at the evidence that looked me in the eye, at the trace of cum he'd accidentally spilled on my hardwood floor.

He jerked off to me; My son’s best friend.

God, how more fucked up could this get?

I threw on my pants then made my way up the stairs, my mind fixated on that blue-eyed boy.

Well... man.

He's should be about twenty-two years old now. And by God, his face is so goddamn beautiful it's strange to look at him directly. I’ve spent years training myself not to look in any other way than a fatherly gaze.

Since I realized I was bisexual, I tried not to catch feelings or get involved with anyone personal to me, hence the hired prostitute.

And Asher was the last person I wanted to get involved with. I couldn't even get involved with him if I wanted. He was way too fucking young.

Fuck, he hadn't even know I was bi.

I wonder how he could he even do that? Watch me fuck a man like an animal and even have the audacity to masturbate to the sight.

Did he pretend it was him I was railing while he stroked himself raw?

I rake both hands through my hair, and pull until my scalp burns. My cock gives an interested twitch, like it’s already making plans.

Get it together, Rossi.

The house is dark except for the low glow over the stove. Luca is sprawled across the couch, one of shoes still on, his mouth open while he snored.

I can practically taste the booze reeking of my son and I sigh, we're gonna have a long talk about that tomorrow.

But right now, I have more important things to take care of.

Asher is nowhere in sight.

For one cowardly second, I hope he bolted. Maybe he called an Uber and headed home, and we can both pretend this was a fever dream.

But then I hear the sound of water running from the guest bathroom and I sigh.

I walk over and then knock once loudly. The water cuts off instantly.

“It’s me,” I say, my voice low. “Open the door, Asher.”

He's silent for a second and then the lock clicks.

He pulls it open just wide enough for me to see him. He’s still in his jeans and a stained white T-shirt, his hair is a fucking mess and his lips are bitten raw.

His eyes are enormous, his blue pupils blown and as I expected, his cheeks were flushed red.

He looks so guilty and I don't even know what the fuck to say to him.

“You saw me downstairs.”

The color in his face drains out so fast I’m surprised he doesn’t pass out.

“I—” His voice cracks. “Nico, I wasn’t— I didn’t mean—”

“Stop.” I keep my voice calm, not wanting to frighten him because I didn't want things getting weird. This was my son's best friend for fuck's sake. “Look at me.”

He does. Barely.

“You’re going to listen carefully,” I say. “What happened tonight stays down there. You understand me? It never happened. You will never talk about it. Especially not to my son.”

His throat works. “I— okay.”

“You’re Luca’s best friend, I get that, but I really don't want him to know about this so you can't say anything. Do you understand?”

He nods jerkily, his blue eyes glassy.

I've always wondered how someone, and a guy at that, could have such gorgeous blue eyes. They were so... beautiful.

I shake the thought out of my head. Fuck, I need to leave.

I’m already turning away with my jaw clenched when I hear Asher.

“Why don’t you just tell Luca that you’re into men?”

I stop dead in my tracks. Why didn't I tell Luca?

I didn't intend to hide it at first, and it wasn't something I was ashamed of. Sarah, Luca's mom had known that I was gay. She was the only woman I ever slept with.

What happened between us the night Luca was conceived was just because we were drunk and horny. I won't say I regret having my son though.

When Sarah had died in labor, her parents had wanted custody of Luca. But after proving myself in court, they decided to leave him with me.

If they had known that I was gay, they would have used it against me. Maybe use the threat of me turning into a sexual predator who could molest my son or some shit.

“Did you even hear me?” Asher murmurs.

I snap out of my thoughts and realize that I never answered him, I just stared into the distance, lost in my thoughts.

“Luca's your son. He loves you. You can just tell him.”

I laugh.

“This is not about Luca finding out I suck cock on the weekends.” I walk back into the bathroom then stare into his deep blue eyes. “You think I give a single fuck what anyone thinks of who I fuck?”

His breath stutters.

“Then why hide it?” he whispers.