Page 66 of He is Poison

“I know.” Seth laughedand rolled off. “Sometimes I do things just to see what will happen.” He laydown on his back, with his cock getting fresh air. Even the bruise growing onhis stomach didn’t bother him anymore. Seth took a deep breath. “I thoughtgoing back home would be the end of my sex life. I was mortified.”

Domenico sighed. “Youdidn’t have it easy. Such a late start...”

“I only had my firstkiss with a guy at twenty-one.” Seth pouted at the memory, because it hadn’teven been all that amazing.

The burst of muffledlaughter made Seth frown, and he looked back into Dom’s face.

“You’re kidding, right?”Dom asked.

“Go on, laugh.” Seth wrappedhis arms on his chest. “Is that really so funny? Being so scared you’d be foundout that you can’t even watch porn on the Internet? Everything was fuckingmonitored in that house.”

Domenico was quiet forsuch a long time that Seth had to swallow his pride and look up at him, just tosee a small smile spreading on the handsome face. “Shame I didn’t know.”

“Oh God, if I’d knownback then and saw you, I’d have fucked your brains out.” Seth bit his lip,pushing the thought of being half-brothers out the window.

Domenico grinned at himlike an idiot. “Yeah, that would have probably happened.”

Seth smiled back, happyto be the cause of such a sincere reaction. “Man, I was so clueless about anal.I had to research everything when I came to the US.”

“Oh, I’ve been taught inpractice all about it.” Dom’s amber eyes twinkled at him.

“Oh yeah? How old wereyou when you started?” Seth inched closer and kissed him, reveling in the factthat he could. No one could tell him not to, and Dom wouldn’t push him away.

“Fourteen.” Dom sighed.“And he was seventeen.”

“Oh wow. I was rottingaway at that age.”

Domenico let out a sharpbreath. “I imagine being a fourteen-year-old Seth Villani was miles away frombeing a fourteen-year-old Domenico Acerbi.”

“Yep. You were free fromme and wasn’t watched as carefully.”

“True, nobody cared butmy mother. And she wanted me to obey the Don, so I did.”

“How did you meet yourfirst?” Seth laid on his side and pulled Dom’s T-shirt up again, just so hecould stroke his stomach.

“Training.” Domenicoshrugged, watching the darkening sky above them. “We kept drinking wine in thevineyard, talking all the time, and it always ended up with us making love.”

Seth kissed his cheek.“Aww, ‘making love’. Little Mimmo was romantic.”

“Fuck you,” chuckledDomenico. “Did you go at it like a rabbit right away?”

“Nah, I had an awkwardencounter in a darkroom. As far away from romantic as you can get.” Sethstroked Dom’s stomach.

“Shame on you. I likeddoing it in the vineyard.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

Domenico sighed andpatted Seth’s chest. “At least you now have the German woods to remember.”

Seth laughed and put ahand over his face. “Daddy wouldn’t be proud. Two sons and both fags.”

“He’s not my father.”The sudden fall of Domenico’s voice was like a bucket of cold water.

Seth quickly looked athim through his fingers. “I know it’s crappy, but it is what it is.”

“No, it’s not. He wasnever more than a sperm donor.” Domenico’s nostrils flared. “He made himselfclear about this years ago.”

Seth swallowed, neverstopping to pet Dom. “Uhm, I’m sorry. He kind of pushed you away because ofthething, didn’t he? I didn’t even know all these years.”