[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

"Yeah," Matteo said, his voice sounding tired but calm. "So, if you don’t come and let me in, I guess I’ll just stay out here. I’m not leaving until I see you."

"You are absolutely out of your mind!" Adrian hissed, already grabbing his slides. "Fine! Stay there. I’m coming down."

Adrian didn’t even stop to grab a jacket. He rushed out of his room and hurried down the stairs, his heart racing as he headed straight for the front gate to get Matteo before anything else could go wrong.

Outside, Matteo stood alone in front of the gate.

His men weren’t completely gone, they were somewhere nearby, keeping watch, but he was the only one visible.

When Adrian came down, his security opened the gate.

Adrian looked at Matteo for a second, then said quietly, "Come in."

Matteo stepped inside without a word. They walked up the long driveway in a heavy silence. Adrian didn’t look at him, his mind still trying to process how reckless he had been to come alone.

Once they entered the house and reached the spacious living room, Adrian finally turned to him, though his gaze stayed somewhere near Matteo’s shoulder.

"Do you want anything? Water? A drink?"

"I’m fine," Matteo said quietly. He glanced around at the high ceilings and elegant decor. "This place is nice, Rian."

Adrian didn’t offer a polite "thank you." He just turned and headed straight for the stairs. Matteo followed behind him in silence, right into the privacy of Adrian’s bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, Adrian turned to face him, his expression tight with anger.

"Are you insane?" Adrian snapped. "Why would you risk coming here like that? Do you want to cause another disaster? Do you—"

"I’m sorry."

The words were so sudden and sincere they stopped Adrian mid-sentence. Matteo took a step closer, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

"I’m sorry I came alone. I’m sorry I made you angry. I’m sorry you have to deal with someone like me... most of all, I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you in the parking lot,"

Matteo said, rubbing the back of his neck. "The truth is... I actually practiced what I was going to say to you. I spent hours on it. Mark helped me, he told me exactly how to handle the conversation so I wouldn’t mess it up. It was perfect in my head."

Adrian stared at him, his anger faltering. "You practiced?"

"I did," Matteo admitted, his eyes searching Adrian’s. "But then I saw you with Iris. I saw you holding her hand, and every single word I practiced just... vanished. I got jealous, Rian. I got stupid and angry because I couldn’t stand seeing someone else where I wanted to be. I didn’t mean any of those things I said. I was just... I was hurting."

A small laugh slipped out of Adrian. The image of the intimidating Matteo being coached by his brother on how to talk to him was almost unbelievable.

"You spoke to me like a boss back there," Adrian said, shaking his head. "And now you’re talking like... like a child."

Matteo gave a short, lopsided smile, looking more human than Adrian had ever seen him. "I know. It’s embarrassing."

"Fine," Adrian said, crossing his arms to hide the way his resolve was starting to weaken. "Were you really alone?"

Matteo shook his head. "No. My men are around... just not close. I was the only one at the gate."

Adrian frowned. "Then why lie? Why tell me you were alone with no security? Do you know how much that would scare me?"

"Because I knew if I told you I had ten armed men around the corner, you’d tell me to go home," Matteo confessed. "I had to give you a reason to come down and get me. I knew you wouldn’t leave me ’unprotected’."

Adrian rolled his eyes. "You’re impossible. Fine, sit down. I just got back, and I need to shower."

"I should shower, too," Matteo said casually, already loosening his tie. "I’ve been working since early this morning. I’m exhausted."

Adrian froze, his eyes widening. "Wait, what are you trying to do? You aren’t staying here."

Matteo paused, his dark eyes softening with a weary, genuine vulnerability. "Babe, it’s already past midnight. I’m tired, and I’m finally here with you. Please... just let me pass the night here."

Adrian felt a heat creep up his neck, his heart doing a frantic little dance at the casual use of the pet name. Babe? He bit his lip, trying to maintain his stern expression even as he felt himself blushing furiously on the inside.

"Who is your ’babe’?" Adrian scoffs. "The only reason I’m helping you is that I don’t want Mark calling me tomorrow, blaming me for chasing you out into the street if something happens to you. Don’t go thinking you’re that special."

"Alright," Matteo murmured, his voice dropping into that magnetic tone that always made Adrian’s knees weak. "But... can I shower with you?"

Adrian stepped back, nearly tripping over his own feet, his eyes wide with shock. "What? No! Absolutely not."

Matteo held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "It’s just a shower, Rian," he said. "I’m not trying to pull anything. I just want to wash the day off... and I’ve spent three months dreaming of being this close to you again. Surely you can spare some soap?"

Matteo held up his hands in surrender. "It’s just a shower, Rian," he said. "I’m not trying to pull anything. I just want to wash the day off... please, cutie."

Adrian shot him a look. "You’d better stop calling me that, or I’ll throw you out right now."

"Okay... please, Rian," Matteo said quickly.

Adrian let out a breath. "Fine. One shower," he muttered, turning toward the bathroom so Matteo wouldn’t see the smile he couldn’t quite hide. "And if you try anything, I’m locking you out in the hallway."

"Understood," Matteo said, following close behind. "I’ll be on my best behavior."

Adrian felt his heart race, a steady beat he couldn’t calm. They stepped into the spacious shower together, the water soaking them instantly.

The steam began to fill the bathroom.

Matteo stood under the nozzle, eyes closed as he lathered soap over his face and through his hair.

Adrian was supposed to be washing himself, but he found his gaze landed on the man in front of him.

His eyes hungrily traced every inch of Matteo’s powerful frame, from the sharp line of his jaw down to his broad chest, past the scars of that night, and lower to his thick cock.

Adrian bit his lip hard, a sharp pang of desire and guilt warring in his chest. He knew he should be angry about the past, but looking at Matteo now, his body wouldn’t listen.

He tried to look away, closing his eyes to focus on the water, but every time he did, the image of Matteo’s naked body burned behind his eyelids.

He looked again, and he saw the way Matteo’s hand slid down his body, scrubbing over his core and thighs.

The sight was too much. Adrian felt a familiar, throbbing heat coil in his groin, his cock beginning to swell and harden with a mind of its own. Why is this happening? he thought desperately. I should be able to control myself.

He turned his back, trying to breathe through the arousal, but his mind stayed anchored to the man behind him. He couldn’t resist. He turned back just as Matteo rinsed the soap from his eyes, and he caught Adrian looking at him.

Their gazes locked, the atmosphere turning electric as the water drummed against the floor. Adrian quickly looked away, frantically letting water pour over his head to cool his rising blood, but when he glanced back, Matteo was still staring at him with a raw, undeniable hunger.

"Fuck it," Adrian whispered, his self-control finally snapping.

He lunged forward. He closed the distance between them, his chest heaving as he pressed into Matteo’s space. His gaze flickered from Matteo’s dark eyes down to his lips, then lower to his cock.

He grabbed Matteo’s face with both hands, pulling him down into a desperate kiss, his fingers tangling in his wet hair.

"I missed you," Adrian confessed against his lips, the words coming out like a broken prayer. "I missed you so much. Every day... every night. I tried to fight it, Matteo. I tried to hate you, but I missed you so much it hurts."

Matteo groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip Adrian’s waist. "Rian... I’m so sorry. I know I don’t deserve a second of your time, but I love you too much to back off. I’ve never loved anyone like this. I love you more than I have the words for, baby, please... I’m sorry for everything. It wasn’t intentional... I just want you to be happy... I want you to..."

Adrian didn’t want to hear the apologies anymore. He didn’t want to talk about the past or the guilt. He just wanted the man in front of him. He cut Matteo off with another kiss, deeper and more desperate than the first.

He hiked one leg up, hooking it firmly around Matteo’s waist to pull him closer.

Matteo’s response was instant, his arms hooking under Adrian’s thighs to hoist him up. He pinned Adrian against the wet tile wall, his chest pressed against Adrian’s.

Under the heat of the shower, they lost themselves in a deep kiss, the water pouring over them as...