Too bad he hadn’t figured that out the night before.
Getting off the side of the bed, he scooped the phone up in one hand, popping the broken back into place before turning it over to see a large crack across the screen. The battery hadn’t come out, and the screen blinked black and white.
Shit.
The screen wouldn’t react to his touch, and it wouldn’t bring up the home screen. Turning it on and off did nothing for him, and neither did restarting the device.
It was good and fucked.
A lot like him.
Fuck it.
Corrado tossed the ruined phone to the comforter on the bed, settling himself with the fact he would have to get a new one. Right then, though, he didn’t want to do anything. He was feeling entirely too much, and that never worked out well for him.
Shit was out of control.
Things he wanted, gone from his grasp.
His heart hurt.
Corrado never did well like this. He wasn’t weak, and he didn’t want something like love to make him that way, either. That might have been his pride talking again, but it was the only goddamn way he protected himself.
Heading to the bathroom, he stripped down and turned on the shower. Stepping under the spray, a hiss left his lips as the hot water stung when it beat down on Corrado’s back. He should turn the water temp down, but at least like this ... he focused on the pain of that, and not the fact that he was losing something important.
He didn’t want to lose anything.
“Hey.”
Corrado heard Alessio’s voice outside the shower, but he didn’t reply. Alessio continued talking like that didn’t bother him.
“Your father called the penthouse—he’s ready to see you whenever you are.”
“Great.”
Except it wasn’t.
Not at all.
“What happened to your phone?” Alessio asked, the shuffle of clothes following his question.
“Les, just leave—”
Corrado didn’t get the chance to finish his statement before Alessio had opened the shower and was stepping inside with him. Naked, too. One second, he had been alone with his thoughts and fears, and in the next, he wasn’t. It only hurt him, though, even if he loved the way Alessio backed him into the wall with a rough, demanding kiss ... because this distraction wouldn’t last forever.
He was leaving soon, too.
And what would Corrado do then?
Not that he was able to think about that for too long with Alessio’s kiss demanding attention from him, the clashes of his tongue against Corrado’s hardening him. He found the friction he wanted for his erection along the hard lines of Alessio’s form shoving his into the wall, and the ridges of firm muscle that somehow fit perfectly alongside his own.
Alessio’s mouth left his to skim along the line of his jaw, lips dragging over Corrado’s stubble as words drifted over his skin. “You want to feel good, then—not think?”
“Yeah. Just for a bit, Les.”
“Whatever you want.”
And Alessio was so fucking good at that—at just giving Corrado what he wanted.
That knowledge was written in the way his hands ghosted confidently over the slopes of his body. How he found Corrado’s cock with a rough palm to stroke fast while his teeth dragged across his lower lip to leave a sharp sting behind. Alessio worked him high, and as fast as possible, so that Corrado was aching by the time he was done, when his strokes slowed, and his legs were shaking from the intensity ...
Corrado had never been more grateful. Just like that, Alessio had taken his mind from a bad place, to somewhere else. He pulled him from the edge of one insanity to take him right to the cliff of another one.
He could handle this one, though.
Corrado reached for the small bottle of lube they always kept in the shower—one of their favorite places to fuck because it made clean up easy. Alessio took it from him as he kneeled down, making quick work of popping it open to get what he wanted from it before he was back to making Corrado think he was going insane again.
This time, it was Alessio’s mouth sucking down his length, and the fingers that worked into his ass with the help of that lube. There was always something about the sight of Alessio sucking him off that did it for Corrado—maybe it was the way he always looked so fucking contrary and cocky at the same time staring up at him with something akin to a smirk dancing in his gaze.
Like he was daring Corrado not to come because Alessio was all too aware how goddamn hard it was for him like this. And like when he jerked Corrado off, he used his fingers to stretch him open, and his mouth on his cock to get him ready to blow in barely anytime at all. It was Alessio’s teeth dragging gently down his length when he sucked him in again that about had his knees fucking buckling as the sensation of an orgasm drew near.
His balls tightened with his.
Shoulders tensing.
Corrado’s groan threatened to bubble out of his chest, and Alessio let him go all at once. Everywhere, he was hands-off, letting hot water and cold air beat down on Corrado instead of allowing him to come.
Fuck.
But it was always so much better when Alessio did that, and Corrado was well aware what would come next because of it, too. Alessio lifted to his full height, lips crashing down on Corrado’s for just long enough to have his cock jerking between them before he was spun around to face the shower wall.
One of his hands hit the tile, the other went back to grab onto Alessio’s side as the man’s hand came down to smack Corrado hard on his ass before he grabbed hard to the same spot. Heat flooded to the bits of his skin where Alessio’s fingers dug in, holding him still while the head of his cock pressed against the tight ring of muscles at his ass.
“Jesus Christ,” Corrado grunted against the wall.
Alessio’s teeth found the junction between Corrado’s shoulder and his neck. His gaze pinned onto Corrado’s, lips curling upward. That ringing pain from the sharp bite took away the bit of sting from Alessio working his way into Corrado’s ass with quick flexes of his hips.
They had been doing this for years.
Working each other to their limits.
Alessio knew what to do, and how to do it without Corrado needing to stop, or even wanting to.
“Fucking yeah.”
Alessio’s words murmured along Corrado’s shoulder as he finally worked his cock to the hilt. His hand wrapped around Corrado’s front, his fingers snaking along his length to stroke him in time with his next thrusts.
They came hard—fucking deep, fast, and brutal.
It was exactly what Corrado had needed.
He couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t think he needed to. Not when it was far better to focus on the way Alessio felt fucking him, and the ache spreading through his muscles.
From the bites and rough kisses Alessio kept peppering over his neck and shoulders. To the way he stroked him faster with his hand, tightening enough at the head of Corrado’s dick to make a moan fall between his clenched teeth. And even his fingers digging into Corrado’s hip while his hips met Corrado’s ass again and again at a pace that made it impossible to hold back the orgasm.
Not that Alessio seemed to want him to hold it back. “Come on, fucking give it over.”
Corrado did, coming fast and painting the shower wall as a thick moan followed, every part of him growing hot and tense from the relief that swept through his system. Alessio wasn’t very far behind, those pumps of his hips working faster for a moment before they stilled all together, and his hands tightened on Corrado again.