Page 41 of He is Poison

“Yes. Dress nicely, sothat I’m not ashamed of you. I’m a semiregular at that restaurant.”

“The fuck?” Seth shookhis head and quickly changed into a fresh pair of jeans. “Like I care.”

“Shouldn’t you?”Domenico ran his hands down his own sides. “I look great.”

“You are so full ofyourself.” Seth couldn’t help but laugh, but took another look into his bag. Hepulled out the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fitted shirt he hoped Domenico wouldhate and judge him badly for. It was a black button-up, with a motorbikeembroidered on the pocket and two skulls on the collar.

Domenico crooked hishead, slowly tracing Seth’s whole body with his gaze. Well, it didn’t look likeSeth had succeeded in choosing a horrible outfit.

“Should I hang myself ona hook? Cause I feel like a piece of meat.” Seth pulled out his leather jacket.

“No, a bed would be amore appropriate display, but we’ll get to that later.” Domenico stuck hishands down his trouser pockets. His eyes had this strange glow as they scannedSeth from head to toe. It was both unnerving and sending shocks of arousal toSeth’s balls. The attentive gaze didn’t leave Seth’s chest even when he wasputting on his jacket.

“You wish.” He stood upstraight, to emphasize he was slightly taller. “Ready.”

Domenico wrapped awoolen scarf around his neck and donned the fitted black coat. He looked like aD&G ad come to life.

“We’re like...” Sethcouldn’t help a smile. “We just don’t match, do we?”

Domenico shrugged,opening the door for him. “Brothers never do.”

“Eww!” Seth scowled andput his hands over his ears. “Okay, we can go. I wentsosoft rightnow.”

“Which tells me you werehard just seconds before.” Domenico wiggled his eyebrows, letting Seth gothrough the door first.

“Ah, fuck you.”

Chapter 8

Domenico looked over thetable at Seth’s sensuous mouth, which glistened with pesto as he ate his pasta.The afternoon had been nice so far, even with Seth’s attempts to shut him out.They’d spent two hours at the museum, and Dom was surprised by how much Sethliked the oriental art exhibition.

“I like the lemon aromain the sauce,” Seth said without looking up at him. The shirt was hugging hisbig frame the way Dom wished he could. If Seth wouldn’t resist so much, hecould take his time exploring all those bulky muscles, outline them all withhis tongue, taste fresh sweat and his own come.

Domenico bit his lip andtook another piece of the fried rabbit. He already planned to take a lemon tartfor dessert.

“And there’s chilipeppers ground into the pasta, you see? That’s why it’s red.” Seth tipped hisplate a bit, to show it to Domenico, still not looking up.

Domenico looked at him,startled. He’d never had much interest in cooking as a process and had alwaysassumed it was tomatoes that gave red pasta its color. “Are you serious?”

“Mhm. You can get itgreen with spinach and black with squid ink. You wanna try?” Seth didn’t leanin with a fork, ready to feed Dom, but just pushed his plate closer to Dom.That was it. The grand finale of the most awkward attempt at conversation everrecorded. Domenico couldn't hold back a laugh. Even oozing inadequacy, Seth wasso handsome with his dark skin and pitch-black hair. Domenico would love tofuck him right here, in the restroom. Would Seth resist again later tonight? Itwas clear he enjoyed being topped, even if he kept resisting.

“Feed me.”

Seth rolled his eyes.“I've done enough of that for today.”

Domenico chuckled andstared at him in a silent challenge. “Are you chickening out?”

“Idiot.” Seth furrowedhis eyebrows and swirled some pasta onto his fork with his mouth pressedtightly shut. He moved closer and held out the fork to Dom, even keeping a handunder the pasta. Domenico smirked. Seth behaved like a moody wife.

He leaned in, openinghis mouth to take the forkful in. The restaurant consisted of a number of smallrooms, and they were alone in theirs so he didn’t have to care about anyone’sreaction.

“Very spicy, right?”Seth quickly moved away, as if embarrassed by his own actions, and delved intohis dish for another forkful. Domenico smiled, delighted by the blush on thosepronounced cheekbones. If Seth would only swallow Domenico’s come the way hedevoured the pasta...

Domenico sighed, watchingthe other man’s mouth while munching on the spicy food.

“So you take me out on adate and you’re like Mr. Boring?” Seth raised his eyebrows. “Tell me somethinginteresting.”

Domenico grinned at him.“I was thinking about fucking so I thought you wouldn’t want to hear about thaton our first date.”