Unexpected Bond

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Luca Mariani POV

"Oh God," I stammered, my face heating.

"That's not— I mean, you have every right to be upset, and I... I couldn't help being attracted to you, okay? But this isn't right. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean—"

Alessandro's breath hitched, but instead of pulling away, he searched my face, tears still tracking down his cheeks. As I stared into his eyes, scared of his next line of action. However, something shifted in them; desperation, maybe, or defiance.

Then he leaned in closer, hand deliberately pressing against me now, feeling the heat through the fabric.

"What are you doing—"

"Don't explain. Just... take me. Make him disappear."

"Alessandro, you don't—"

Before I could protest, his lips crashed into mine, fierce and salty from tears. I groaned, resistance crumbling as I kissed him back, tongue sliding against his in a hungry tangle. My hands roamed his body, gripping his shoulders, his waist, pulling him closer while he fumbled with my zipper, freeing my cock which was already thick and throbbing, pre-cum slicking the tip.

"Fuck, Luca," he whispered, stroking me firmly, base to head. I hissed, hips bucking into his grip.

He climbed over the console, straddling me, thighs bracketing mine. His hands braced against my chest as he guided me to his entrance, slowly sinking down, taking me inch by inch with a sharp exhale. "God... you're—"

I gripped his hips hard, jaw clenched, thrusting up to meet him. The car rocked with our rhythm, windows steaming as rain drummed harder outside. My mouth found his neck, teeth grazing his skin, one hand sliding between us.

"Move," I growled, voice rough.

He did with his head dropping back, moving fast, moans spilling out between ragged breaths. His hands clawed at my shirt, desperate and urgent, the sounds of rain and us filling the small space entirely.

His body tightened around me, shuddering. I drove deeper, the wet heat of him pulling me over the edge with a guttural groan as I spilled inside him, forehead dropping to his shoulder.

Panting, he collapsed against my chest, body limp. I held him, heart pounding, until his breathing evened out into sleep. Gently, I eased him back to the seat, straightening his clothes, then drove to my apartment.

We arrived at my apartment by 11pm. A modest second-floor walk-up in a quiet neighborhood, its bricks weathered by years of Midwest winters.

I carried him inside, clicking the door shut behind us. My living room was sparse: a worn leather couch, a coffee table stacked with auto magazines, a window overlooking the street where leaves rustled in the breeze. I laid him in my bed, pulling the quilt over him, and crashed on the couch, mind racing with the night's whirlwind.

{—}

I woke up very early, as early as when morning light filtered through the blinds and birds were chirping outside. My head was a bit fuzzy but determined, I made for the kitchen with its scuffed linoleum floors and the old coffee maker on the counter. 

I brewed coffee, scrambled eggs with peppers and toasted sourdough. The sizzle of bacon filled the air, savory and comforting as steam rose from the pan.

Alessandro stirred when the smell reached him, padding out in my oversized t-shirt, hair tousled from yesterday, eyes puffy but clearer. He leaned against the doorframe, watching me plate the food with quiet focus.

"Good morning. Didn't notice you were there." I said, but all he could manage was a small smile.

I set the coffee on the small table by the window, where a potted fern caught the rays, and poured his coffee black.

"Eat," I said softly, sliding a chair out for him. He sat, fork piercing the eggs, the first bite bringing a quiet sigh. We ate without words at first, only the clink of utensils making a gentle rhythm while sunlight played across his face as he relaxed inch by inch.

After, as he pushed his plate away, I rubbed my neck, gaze dropping. "About last night... in the car. I took advantage. You were hurting. I'm sorry."

He reached across, fingers light on my wrist. "No. It was me who started it. And... It helped. You saved me, Luca. From those guys, from drowning in it all."

His eyes held mine, soft with unspoken thanks, a faint smile curving his lips as he squeezed my hand. "Friends? I don't know… I could use someone real right now."

“Friends?”

I nodded, warmth spreading through me at the trust in his touch. "Friends. Whatever you need."