by D. J. Manly
"Why are you crying? Isn't that what you want? Maybe I've misread you, maybe you don't want me anymore?"
Tony gulped back the tears. "Oh, sweet Jesus God. Not want you? When have I ever not wanted you, Angelo?"
"I can name a few times," he said with a faint smile.
"How can you joke?" He stood up.
"Because I..." He stopped. "It's just me. I cope that way. It's how I've survived this fucking rollercoaster you have me on. Sometimes I almost hate you, Tony. This hold you have on me. I never asked for it."
"No. I was the one who asked you. You should have said no."
"Too late for regrets."
"Why don't you...?" He came closer, met his gaze.
"Why don't I what, Tony? Make up your mind...why don't I walk out the door...why don't I beat the crap out of you...why don't I rip off your clothes and---"
"Yes." Tony pushed him. "Yes, that's the one, goddamn it."
Angelo stumbled backwards against the wall. Tony had taken him by surprise. The buttons went flying off of his shirt as Tony ripped it apart.
"You're not running off this time," he said between clenched teeth.
With a palm on his naked chest, Tony fumbled with the zipper on Angelo's pants. He wasn't struggling. He wanted this as much as Tony did. With his cock resting in Tony's hand, he relaxed. "Yeah," he said, closing his eyes. "Oh, yeah."
Tony sank to his knees and pressed his damp cheek against his cock. Suddenly Angelo realised that he was kind of frozen there. "Hey, ah...what are you doing?"
Tony released his cock and sat back on the floor. "I love you too much to deceive you."
"Deceive me? What are you talking about?" He tucked his cock back into his pants. "I thought we were going to... Tony?" He got down on the floor with him, took by the shoulders. "Tony, no more talking. Make love to me. Please."
How could he deny him when everything in him needed to be in his arms? He pushed Angelo down on his back. The minute he touched Angelo, he was on fire. He kissed his mouth hard, running the tip of his tongue between his lips, then almost reverently moving it inside of his mouth. A hand moved to Angelo's long hair. He seized it as the kiss deepened and Angelo moved his hands back down to his ass.
Tony straddled his hips, withdrew from his mouth and kissed his throat, his chest and then greedily opened his pants. "I want to touch you," he managed, moving downwards and pressing his fingertips along his shaft. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them down over Angelo's hips, yanking them aside and pulling them away from Angelo's body as if they were nothing but an annoyance. A hand moved aimlessly over his taut abs and sculptured chest as he lifted Angelo's cock with his hand and stroked it gently.
He fought the tears, silently cursing the reaction of his own cock, which was already on the brink of shooting. He placed his hand on it for a second and Angelo sat up.
"Tony," he said, reaching for him, "come here."
Tony let Angelo take his hand.
"It's okay." He pulled him into his arms and held him for a moment. "It's okay." He reached down and pushed Tony's sweatpants down in the front. He glanced down at Tony's cock and smiled. "Let me help you with that."
"It won't take much," Tony whispered, tears spilling down his cheeks.
Angelo pushed him down to the floor and lowered his head over his cock.
Tony placed a hand in his hair and felt his tongue swipe over the head of his cock. That was it. His cock pulsed out its response and Tony leaned back, half laughing, half sobbing with relief.
Angelo lifted his head. "That was the easiest blow job I ever gave." He was smiling.
Tony smiled back. "Shut up."
"Make me," he said.
The look in his eye was not to be mistaken. Angelo rose and left the room.
Tony shook his head, then got up and followed.
Angelo was waiting at the top of the stairs, completely naked. "If you can find me, you can have me."
Tony laughed. "Oh, really? Is that right? Any way I want you?"
"If I say yes, will I regret it?" he teased.
"That depends. I know where your father keeps his handcuffs."
Angelo laughed and disappeared.
Tony raced up the stairs. His cock was already hard again. He wouldn't come so easily this time. He hopped into every room, looking around the door, listening for movement. Finally, he came to one of the spare rooms at the end of the hall.
Angelo was there, lying naked on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. "Hi, baby," he said. "Tell me you love me."
"All these conditions," Tony grinned. He was near bursting with joy. "I love you." After the words came out of his mouth, he realised how profoundly true they were. "I love you, Angelo. God, I love you. Will that do?"
He nodded. "For starters."
"And you?" Tony echoed, moving over to the bed, letting his gaze trail over the length of his beautiful body.
"Yes," he nodded. His face looked pained suddenly. "I don't want us to turn into our fathers. I've thought a lot about that lately. Let's not repeat history. Let's---"
Tony leaned over him and kissed his mouth. "We won't. I promise, my love." He moved back and dangled the handcuffs in the air.
Angelo made a face.
"You said any way I wanted...and this time, goddamn it, you're going to be there when I open my eyes."
"You don't have to handcuff me for that," Angelo replied.
"Yes," Tony muttered, reaching down and lifting up one arm and then the other, "I do."
Tony stood back for a second to admire his handy work. Angelo struggled some, testing the strength of the cuffs. "Um, keep doing that, you're only increasing my viewing pleasure. Spread your legs wider, lips your hips again. Um. You could drive a poor young fellow out of his mind with lust."
Angelo blushed a little. "Think you're pretty smart, don't you?"
"I am pretty, but I don't know about smart," Tony teased. He ran his hand up the inside of Angelo's thigh.
Angelo licked his lips.
"You have great thighs. You have a perfect cock."
"Oh, yeah? You like that, eh?"
"I more than like it," Tony said, tracing the head of his cock with his finger.
"Show me, show me how much," Angelo invited, lifting his hips in invitation.
"Put my mouth where my money is...so to speak?"
"Doesn't work...but okay."
Tony laughed softly and lowered himself to the side of the bed. He took his time admiring him, fully aware of how it was driving Angelo nuts. He took his cock in his hand. "You know what I love about your cock?"
Angelo grunted. "No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me."
He grinned. "It is so obedient, unlike the guy attached to it, who is incorrigible and rebellious. I think you should pay for you sins, what do you think?"
He let his head go back. "Since my cock is my own worst enemy, I doubt I can do much about it."
Tony reached down and touched his shaft with the tip of his cock. "I want to suck your cock. Any objections?"
"Ah, no...go ahead."
His chest heaved a few times. Tony placed a hand on it, tracing his smooth, hard pectorals. He took the head of Angelo's cock into his mouth, savouring the taste of him. Angelo grunted in response. Tony took him his shaft deeper into his mouth, wetting and licking it slowly, moving his tongue up and down from top to bottom.
It was doing the intended job. Angelo's cock pulsated in this mouth. He was close. Tony reared back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"What did you stop for?" he groaned.
"You're going to come."
"Kind of the point, isn't it?"
"Not yet," Tony muttered, crawling between his legs. "Not just yet."
He licked his finger and reached under him. He lifted Angelo's long leg and rested them on his shoulder. When he inserted his finger inside Angelo, Angelo's cock lurched forward. "Oh, God," he grunted.
Tony met his gaze as he started moving his finger in and
out, his other hand caressing one of his thighs and then straying back to his leaking cock. How could he resist not touching that cock? He intensified his in-and-out motion, managing to insert a second finger as well.
"Fuck me," Angelo gasped. "Tony, do it, fuck me."
Tony's eyes widened some. They'd never done it that way before. Angelo had always fucked him. He loved Angelo's cock inside him, but the thought of possessing Angelo in this complete way was a super aphrodisiac. "Oh, yes," he muttered. "Are you sure?"
The come was pooling up around the head of Angelo's cock now, dripping down his shaft. "Do you need to ask? Just look at me."
Tony withdrew his hand from underneath him.
"I'll...get...a...condom." He went next door into Drake's room and opened the drawer of the nightstand. He pulled out a string of condoms. He was tearing one open when he returned to the bedroom.
He put on the condom and crawled up on the bed.
He didn't say anything as he pulled Angelo's legs up over his shoulders.
"You're trembling," Angelo said as Tony positioned his cock.
"I...I...I just love you so much. Do you know what it means to me to..." He took Angelo's cock in his hand.
"Do it," Angelo said softly. "Go on. I want to feel you there."
Tony began slowly. When he felt his cock rub down inside his ass, he began to lose control. He tried to go slow, to hold back, but his soul suddenly felt possessed with the intimacy of it all.
"Go ahead," Angelo urged, gritting his teeth. "I can take it. You won't hurt me. Go."
The length of Tony's cock sank deep inside Angelo's body. He let his head go back and he thrust forward with his hips, the pleasure enveloping him like a shroud. "Christ," he called, "yes, yes...I love you. I love you so much. Baby... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He ejaculated almost violently, the force of it vibrating throughout his gut. He withdrew, moved his hands up over Angelo's belly and to his chest. He lay on his damp body, trying to catch his breath, blindly seeking out Angelo's sticky cock with his fingers.
He kissed Angelo's chest, licked at one of his nipples, felt his cock in his hand. He looked up at Angelo, deep into his eyes. "I feel as if I just died and was reborn. Being inside of you was like...I don't know," he licked his lips, "there are no words."
Angelo lowered his chin and rubbed the top of Tony's head with it.
"Was it good for you?" Tony asked, moving up and kissing his mouth softly, touching the dark stubble on his jaw.
"Yeah. It was nice," he said.
"You came."
"I was already eighty percent gone," he laughed.
"You look so sexy handcuffed like that. I might just decide to keep you that way."
"Yeah, right."
Tony tried to keep a straight face. "I'm serious."
"Don't fuck around."
Tony laughed. "I'd feed you."
"Well, that's one thing," he said.
Tony massaged his cock. "You're coming to life again."
"Um, yeah. With you touching me like that, what do you expect? Are you up for more?"
"I'm up for your cock, if that's what you mean," Tony grinned. "But in the shower. I've discovered that I like it in the shower."
"Oh, really? Okay, we can do that if..." He raised his eyes to his cuffed wrists.
"Oh, yeah." Tony reached up and undid the cuffs.
Angelo lowered his arms. "Thanks."
"Did it turn you on, being fucked with handcuffs on?"
"Not bad," he smirked. "Now," he reached down and slapped Tony on the ass, "get in that shower."
Tony laughed. "Some rough trade?"
"You wait," he growled.
Tony jumped off the bed and headed in the direction of the adjoining shower. He turned it on and got in.
When he felt Angelo's hands grab his hips and yank him backwards, he grinned, his heart racing.
"Hey, this is rape," he protested, laughing.
"Yeah, right," Angelo muttered, dipping his head and nibbling his shoulder. "Tell me another one, Russo." He put one hand at the small of Tony's back and pushed forward. His cock sliced into him hard and fast, but Tony liked it that way, and he was pleased that Angelo remembered that.
They both came, breathing hard, and he went back into Angelo's strong arms, every muscle in his body relaxed. Angelo held him like that for a long time and then stepped under the shower. Tony ran soapy hands over his back and washed his hair for him, then got under the shower himself.
Angelo was sitting on the bed when he emerged from the shower. He smiled at him. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's say we go get something to eat, then stop by Mom's?"
Tony nodded. "Okay, beautiful, let's go. I'll follow you anywhere." And that was no lie.
* * * * * *
Drake sat in front of the piano in his little brother's music room, staring at the keys. He was deep in thought. Again, he had made a mess of things, created a situation that might separate him from his son forever. He couldn't bear that.
His fingers suddenly ached to touch the keys as his head filled with music. He lowered them, a melody seeming to flow from his fingertips. He played a few bars, stopped, then tried again. You were my world and now that world feels empty with you. I filled moments with the touch of a hand that so felt like yours that...
He stopped.
"It's beautiful," Pepi said suddenly, coming into the room, "go on."
Drake looked up at him. He hadn't noticed that Pepi had been watching him from the doorway. "Isn't it ironic that the best lyrics I've ever produced are always born of pain?"
Pepi slid in beside him on the bench. "That's true of all great artists, isn't it? I mean, be it art or literature, all geniuses are tormented somehow."
"How did you get to be so smart?" Drake smirked at him.
"I've always been the brightest of the Russo boys. You just never noticed because you're not so bright."
Pepi presented him with a huge grin.
Drake laughed and punched him in the arm.
"Ouch. Okay, you are bigger and stronger than me, so that's another reason why I didn't tell you that."
They both laughed.
"So come on, play that melody again," Pepi jumped up off the bench and walked over to his keyboards. "Let's see what we can do with it."
Drake lowered his fingers to the keyboards and hammered out the same keys. A few minutes later, Pepi imitated him, but with something better. "Hey," Drake said, stopping, "that's not bad. That's not bad at all."
"So," Pepi said, glancing at him, "I guess you're ready to get back to work?"
Drake pursed his lips. "Yeah. Maybe I am."
"I'm not going back onstage without at least one of my brothers, and I guess you're it, Drake old man."
"Okay, you can knock off the 'old man' first of all," Drake muttered.
Pepi laughed and began to replay the melody.
Drake got up, found some paper and a pen and began to write down the words.
* * * * * *
Angelo sat watching as Abbey sang him a song. They all laughed as she attempted an elaborate dance.
"Hey," Mac said, grabbing her, "you're going to end up on your head. What kind of a dance is that you're doing for Daddy?"
Abbey laughed, breaking away from her dad to hop into the arms of her big brother, giggling.
"She loves you," Mac said, smiling. "She wants to be in your arms all the time."
"Me too," Tony lowered his lips to Angelo's ear as he reached over to ruffle Abbey's golden hair, "she's got good taste."
Angelo smiled secretly.
"Are you home for good now?" Janet asked, handing Tony and Angelo each a piece of chocolate cake.
"The contract is finished, and I'm glad. I'm thinking about getting something together with Mike." He glanced nervously at Mac.
Mac fell quiet.
"Oh," Janet said. "What about the Russos Band?"
"Jan, don't pressure him," Mac said.
"I'm not pressurin
g him, but..."
"I can get a job drumming with any band. I'm not worried. I've already had some offers, and---"
"I'm sorry, Mac," Angelo said. He truly was, but he'd decided that he didn't want to be a member of his father's former group. He had ideas of his own.
"Look, it's not your responsibility to save the Russo Brothers," Mac told him.
"Anyway," Angelo said, "Dad might have decided to come back now that...well...Uncle Johnny is gone."
"I've thought of that," Mac replied. "But right now he is in such a deep, dark place. I don't know if..."
"Drake is tough," Tony volunteered. "He'll spring back."
"I hope so," Janet said.
Abbey was wiggling around on Angelo's knee now, and Janet came over to take her. She cried and made a fuss as Janet announced she'd take her upstairs for her bath.
"I got to go anyway," Angelo said, looking at Tony.
"I should see Dad."
Tony nodded but he didn't say anything.
"Let's head to Uncle Pepi's," Angelo suggested.
"Ah, why don't you go," Tony suggested. "I'm a little tired. I'll meet you at home later."
"How are you going to get there?" Angelo asked.
"I'll take him," Mac said.
Angelo stood up. He glanced at Tony. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"
"Don't pressure me, Angelo. I'll be there later. I'll ah...give you some time with your Dad and Uncle.
You haven't seen them in awhile."
Angelo shrugged. "Okay. Whatever. I'll go up and kiss Mom and Abbey goodbye."
Tony leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"Tony," Mac said, "what's wrong?"
Tony opened his eyes. "Everything," he said. "And there's nothing that can be done about it now."
"What do you mean?"
"I...I can't..." He shook his head. "I'm either very unlucky, or my timing just sucks big time."
Mac narrowed his eyes. "Anything you care to share?"
"You'd think it was...you wouldn't believe me."
"This involves Drake, I presume."
"Big time."
He laughed slightly. "You didn't sleep with him, did you?"
Tony looked at him. Mac's laughter died in his throat.