Page 47 of He is Poison

“I’m not killingmyself!” Seth spat and lost balance for a heart-stopping moment. “You wish! I’mgonna jump on a train. Gooff the grid! Just got to choose a good one.”

Domenico sighed andclosed the distance between them without worry because there was no train insight. “Get over here, or I’m making sure you’re getting a train up your sluttyass.”

“Hey! You bastard! I’mslutty? Piss off! You can’t threaten me!” Seth pulled one hand off the railingand leaned out to emphasize his point.

Domenico knew he shouldbe terrified, but he just shook his head in resignation. “Are you reallythreateningmewithyourlife? If you break your spine, therewill be no one willing to get slutty with you.”

“I don’t care.” Sethrubbed his eyes before turning his back to Dom, hanging over the tracks like adramatic movie character. “I don’t want to do this. They’re giving me nochoice. It just has to be one of those old trains...”

Domenico sighed andleaned over the railing, close to where Seth kept his hand. He could grab himin case something happened. “Who isn’t giving you a choice exactly?”

“The Family... I don’twant to do it... I’m not good at it...”

Domenico could barelyunderstand the drunken words, but he was now beginning to realize what all thedrama was about.

“No shit.” Dom put hishand over Seth’s and squeezed it on the cool railing. “You are terrible at it.”He didn’t say it to be cruel. It was the truth, and they both knew it.

Seth didn’t look at himbut didn’t flinch away either. “So I make myself a new life as a Gypsy hookerin Siberia, Vincente gets the job, and everyone’s gonna be happy.”

“You’re Italian.”Domenico leaned in and clasped his other hand over Seth’s shoulder, pulling himcloser.

“Yeah, an Italianfaggot.”

“So you’re not a Gypsyhooker,” Domenico reasoned, kissing the back of Seth’s neck. It was hot andwonderfully fragrant.

“I could be. Anyone whotravels all the time is a Gypsy. I’d be a proper freak show.”

“And that’s because?”Domenico slid both of his arms around Seth and hugged him from behind, smellingthe leather jacket. He might be a brat but, damn, was he sexy. Domenico couldride his sweet, tight bubble butt any day.

“An Italian Gypsy faggothooker in Siberia. Not freaky enough? I’d probably have to grow a moustache tohide my identity,” babbled Seth, pushing into Dom’s chest.

Domenico bit his lip toprevent himself from laughing outloud. This was hilarious. “You know what, mysecret dream career is to own a country brothel somewhere in South America. Youcould work for me,” he teased. “At least you wouldn’t freeze your dick off.”

“Yeah, I’d probably needa quality pimp, huh?” Seth chuckled.

“Someone to love whenyou have others rough you up.” Domenico kissed the side of Seth’s neck,breathing in his manly scent.

“What? My pimp wouldn’tgive me protection?” Seth wobbled a bit when he let go with one hand to grabDom’s fingers under his jacket. Holding Seth was like hugging an oven. It wasprobably the alcohol making him hot as hell, even in this weather.

“Yeah, so as your pimp,I am telling you to get your Gypsy prostitute ass here.” Domenico sighed,tugging him closer. Maybe the risk wasn’t huge, but he still didn’t want Sethto fall.

“Yeah... There’s notrain in sight.” Seth turned as carefully as a drunk man could and struggledover the railing. He looked like a mess with his hair out of place, eyes red,jacket sliding off one arm. Domenico pulled him over and almost toppled intothe empty road under Seth’s considerable weight. He actually felt theuncomfortable tipping motion in his nose.

“Shit.”

“Okay, okay... you canlet go...” Seth sighed, barely holding his ground.

“I don’t want to.”Surprisingly, he found it hard to be angry at a drunken hottie. “I’m taking mywhore out.”

“Oh yeah?” Seth raisedhis eyebrows. “I thought we have already been ‘out’. It didn’t end well.” Heran his fingers through his hair, making it look more orderly.

“Because you were a badlittle slut.” Domenico snorted and leaned in to bite Seth’s cheek. It wassalty, and he loved the stubble scraping over his tongue.

Seth squinted and gavehim a frown. “I thought you said I had a ‘sweet mouth’.” He didn’t look happyabout the compliment.

“That part was lovely,you messed up everything after that.” Domenico nuzzled Seth’s cheek. It feltstrangely intimate, but he didn’t give a fuck. It was nice, way nicer than hismost recent hookups.

“Oh, ‘cause you weregreat, Mr. Perfect. You fucking hit me,” complained Seth, but it was prettyhalf-assed since he wasn’t moving away from the caresses.