The Blurred lines

ANTONIO'S POV.

Whatever was going on between them sparked more intensity; I just stood there watching as they left. It made me filled with unease; I wanted something better. Darker.

I couldn't spiral out of control, not now...not yet. I reminded myself Lucas saved my damned life. When Isabella's father had sent men to me, his men were around… and somehow in that unfortunate moment, Luca himself had saved me.

Pierced their fucking brains, one after the other with a bullet, and then he spoke to me, telling me I could go.

We were young back then, sixteen? Seventeen? I couldn't quite put a finger on it. Yet amidst all that, I knew how hard things could have been without him.

Only when I didn't leave, I saw a broken boy, a boy without a soul…He was lost and needed all the companions he could get.

I had watched as he killed those men, not a single fear. Hesitation or remorse on his face and then I pledge my loyalty to him, there and then.

It screwed me over mentally finding out more about him; I knew he had a brother who had died a week before we met… no more details about it.

His father did not object to me clinging to his son at times without a number, and why was that? It was solely because he didn't hate the idea of a human shield for his son, a guard dog.

But maybe Luca had a friend who was fond of me and I or him. He grew up to be colder. I trained by his side for six more years. Stayed with him, protected him just like he protected me. He was my best friend, and I was his.

For a while things were great but then, the shit hit the fan…It started that very day on my twenty-fifth birthday. The man in the building, the family, and the bosses had thrown a party for me. I barely celebrated, but I could not wriggle out of it.

Luca and I were drunk... more than we've ever been, which was a miracle how we had driven back home and not crashed. 

But a house party was in place too. And I watched ladies grind on to him, and kiss him. I had a few over me too, kissing, touching, and dry humping, but nothing did it for me except the way I looked at him; he was looking at me too.

We were both burning with fury, hating the act. Women were on our bodies… fucking made me angry, and he was just as pissed.

I excused myself. Needing the bathroom, he followed behind me.

For minutes we stared at each other, not saying a thing, but then the tension stilled, and I crashed my lips into his, kissing him like I'd never get a chance to again... because deep down I knew.

Was it  the alcohol in our systems? 

Was it because we haven't gotten laid in a while? Not that we couldn't... we chose not to.

Or was it because we had  sexual curiosities we  both dying to explore?.

I knew it was wrong and I didnt  care either because then luca kissed me back, tongue fucking mine in my mouth, I fuckin loved it.

So we kissed and kissed each other hard, biting against our ears, fingers flicking each other.

and finally when I pressed his back against the faucet, my hardened dick had rubbed against his.

swiftly, we both took off our cocks, his hands on mine and mine on his as we both jerked off on each other's cocks, loving every bit of it…

And in mere minutes... three at the most while looking into his eyes and kissing him, my hot cum spilled into his bare chest; it had prompted his own release as he shot his cum into mine too, letting out a damn attractive groan that made my cock twitch again.

We kissed some more, none saying a thing to another. We wiped the cum off our various bodies and then left the party back to our rooms and slept, each of us in our room.

Nothing much went through my mind; I didn't hate it. I didn't question it, but I wondered what he was thinking, and yet slowly I drifted into sleep; I knew he had slept too.

The hangover would be bad; we knew it, yet it hasn't changed anything. We jerked each other off and kissed senselessly, then liked it.

The next morning, I woke to a splitting headache and a fucked-up mind.

Then recollection hit me hard; I was fucked... not because I was scared of whatever it is that luca would say about it. Okay, maybe I fretted a little bit on that part.

But I realised she crossed a line, and there was no coming back from it. I spent minutes pacing around the room, coupled with my throbbing headache.

Eventually I gave up, wandered out the doors to get a soup, anything that could fucking help.

Except Luca was awake already, seated in his sweatpants, sprawled across the TV with a remote in his hands, our gazes locked, and my heart jumped in my chest.

Yet he did not frown or smile… He was just him.

“Make some soup, have your water, and sleep a bit; we have nothing much to do. I guess your birthday gave us a day off.” He explained leisurely with ease.

But what would I know, he was a master at hiding whatever problem pains or thoughts he always went through; of course, I could read between the lines, except this time I didn't. I preferred it this way, acting like nothing happened.

“Thanks, man,” I murmured, dragging my feet back towards the kitchen. I dished out my soup and grabbed a hangover drink with a bottle of water before walking back to his side on the couch.

He didn't tense up, but switched channels, his attention on the movie new as watching, which was odd to me, yet I said nothing, but stole his gazes as I ate.

“Are you... pissed?” I finally breathed out those words, draining the last spoonful of soup, but he smiled. Nodding negative.

“I'm not... okay? We jerked off; big deal? It's every guy's fantasy I assure you, it's not like we had sex or anything; we are best buddies, and we needed sex. All we did is get each other off, so fess up, man” He stressed, humping his shoulders into mine, and I relaxed. Knowing so well, I couldn't ask for a wish or more.

“As much as I'd enjoy flaunting those hickeys around, have them covered up tomorrow until they heal…Today, I'd love to see my artwork.”  He murmured, dragging his feet off the ground to head back to his room,

My eyes drooped over his swollen lips and bite marks on his ears, nose, chin, and chest. Fuck... I left a map of trails over there too just like he did on mine. We were both covered in hickeys.

“We don't ever speak about this.” I broke out, knowing I'd be damned if his father found out.

“Whatever, man... no big deal; I need some more sleep.” He grumbled, dragging his feet away from me while I just seated. And watched and pondered if I should have said those words or not.