Prison Island
13.
Francesco didn't wait to be told to move out. By sundown, he was already in Mouse's improvised hut, waiting for the redhead. Eventually, Karl had tired himself out, shouted himself out, and promised Leon he would be on his best behavior only to be released. That didn't mean that Francesco felt at ease or anything. He could tell Leon wasn't buying Karl's promises, either, as the giant had his eyes on the fucker all the time.
After that, Karl had disappeared for most of the day. Now, it was almost time for the sun to set, and also one for a few little truths.
And a new life. Francesco hoped for that. He would have to tell Mouse everything, that if he wanted to have something real with the beautiful boy. Then, they would see. Looking over his shoulder all the time, afraid of Karl, that was something he had to deal with, as well. He had allies now in Leon and Ollie, and Mouse was just about to become, officially, his boyfriend.
He sat on the makeshift bed and looked at his hands. To think that he had had the guts to punch Karl. There were a few scabs on his knuckles and he kept from picking at them with some difficulty.
"Hey." He lifted his head and looked at Mouse. The redhead blinked a couple of times. "Did anything happen while I was away?"
Francesco grinned. "What makes you think that?"
Mouse smiled and played along. He placed his hands on his hips and began swaying them seductively. "I don't know. There's this handsome dude in my tent and looks like a gift that barely waits to get opened."
Francesco chuckled. "Yeah. You could say that. Come here."
Mouse's smile faded as he walked closer. He must have noticed the bruises. "What the hell happened?" This time, he was no longer playful. He reached for Francesco's face and caressed it. "What did he do?"
"We fought." Francesco didn't want to feel or look like a victim. "He has a black eye, too," he added with pride.
Mouse frowned. "Karl is fucking dangerous. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know. But I just couldn't let him do me dry."
Mouse sighed. "All right. Each day, you'll come with me hunting. And at night, we'll sleep in turns. And --"
Francesco stopped him with a kiss. "Leon and Ollie are on our side. I don't think he'll try anything."
Mouse loosened in his embrace, but scoffed. "He will try. He's a demented fucker."
"Yeah, you can say that again. But we're practically delinquents sent to serve a sentence. If we didn't suffer, it would be lost on us, right?"
Mouse snickered and ruffled Francesco's hair. "Glad to see you so philosophical about it. We'll keep an eye out for Karl. Now come here. I don't want to waste a moment."
That was pretty much what Francesco thought, too. Mouse was soft and compliant under his hands as he lay on his back and allowed him to undress him. His skin was so silky everywhere and naturally hairless, and Francesco let him hands travel along the showing ribs, the lean abdomen and then on the stiff long cock. His mouth dried and he gulped. It was a big leap of faith, but he had to take it so he leaned over his pretty boyfriend and took him in his mouth.
A small surprised gasp let him know that Mouse hadn't expected that. He made the cutest sounds while Francesco tried to work on his cock. It was completely new to have a cock in his mouth, as his stepdad hadn't cared about fucking his mouth. It was only his ass that took the pounding, and it wasn't like Francesco regretted it or anything. The mouth thing was much more intimate than anything else, even the butt thing. So he loved doing it to Mouse of all people for the first time.
Damn, the boy's cock was delicious. Francesco had had before a vague idea that he would love to suck a cock, but this was something else. It blew his mind how good it felt to be choke full like that. Mouse didn't have a thick cock, but it was pretty long, and it gave him a thrill to stuff it down his throat and feel it like that.
"Oh, fuck, Kekko," Mouse whispered while he was torturing his own nipples with his hands, pulling at them. At the same time, he was bucking his hips into Francesco's mouth, giving him that choking sensation that was making his dick swell and hurt from aching. "Don't, please, don't stop."
