Page 68 of He is Poison

“You got me tired.”Domenico snuggled his face into the crook of Seth’s neck.

“You were the one whowanted a blow job.” Seth grinned and sat on the grass, pulling out the cooleddown frittata.

“I’m not complaining.”

Seth felt Dom’s bodyagainst his back, chin hooked over Seth’s shoulder.

Feeding Dom waspartially an egotistical act, as Seth wanted to hear compliments on his creation.He smiled and put a piece of frittata against Dom’s lips. His stomach flutteredwhen Domenico swallowed it with a pleased groan, sucking on Seth’s fingers.Seth leaned back and rubbed his cheek against Dom’s.

“Good?”

“My mother would lovethis.” Domenico grinned and accepted more food.

Being able to cook forsomeone was different than just messing about with recipes. Seth wanted someoneto acknowledge how good he was at it. “Wait till you try my lemon cupcakes.”

“We’ll see to it once weget a new apartment,” said Domenico with his mouth full. “I’ll make sure it hasa well-equipped kitchen.”

It was a test, and Dompassed. Seth was afraid Dom would laugh at his excitement over things so muchless serious than guns and Family politics, so he couldn’t help but grin at hiswords. He got more frittata for Dom and had some as well.

“After we’re done, Ithink you will be ready for a more advanced exercise.”

Seth gave a long sigh ofdiscontent. “Can’t we just call it a day?”

“You can’t waste timeresting.” This time, there was no humor in Domenico’s voice. “What if I gaveyou a prize for good performance?”

Seth straightened hisback with a spark of interest. A carrot sounded better than the constant stickhe was getting.

“What reward do you wantto get?” Domenico scratched his head, unconsciously loosening his ponytail.Seth smiled at how messy it was anyway after what they’ve done.

The answer was so easy,Seth didn’t even hesitate. “I wanna fuck you. Wanna nail you to the bed and seeyou squirm,” he whispered, leaning his head back to Dom’s shoulder. Holding hisbreath, he watched Domenico’s brows rise.

“Deal.”

Seth smiled so widely,the grin was about to break his face in half. He sprang up to his feet andclosed his fly. “Yes! So what’s the challenge?”

Domenico rose to hisfeet slowly, like a sated tiger and yawned. “You’ll run from me through thewoods. If I don’t get you with a paintball till dawn, you win.”

Seth pulled in hisbottom lip and frowned. Being shot at, even with a paint bullet, didn’t soundall that good. He swallowed and nodded though. He could do this.

“Deal.” He grabbed hisbackpack from the ground and without any fussing about, he was off.

Domenico’s voice stoppedhim halfway to the trees. “Seth, not yet.”

“No?” He turned around,eager to win Dom’s ass. It always looked so good he wanted to bite into it.

Domenico was alreadyhalfway to the car. “I need to show you something first.”

“Yeah?” Seth looked atthe forest, but then started walking back to Dom. He felt like the situationwas prolonging his misery. His foot froze over the ground when Dom emergedholding a shotgun. It didn’t look like a paintball gun.

“That’s real!” Seth tooka few steps back.

“No.” Domenico looked atit with a small smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.”

“It’s not funny, youjerk!” He tensed up when Domenico turn the safety off the gun. “You said we’renot starting yet!” Seth yelled at him and took another few steps back.

“Relax, I’m not tryingto cheat. Have you ever played paintball?”

“No.”