Chapter 92: Breathe, Baby While Inside You
Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his chest rising with anger. "Fuck your food," he snapped. "I’m not hungry."
Matteo leaned in, his expression shifting from teasing to something much more intense, "It’s alright if you don’t want food... do you want my dick inside you instead? I bet it will calm you down."
Adrian’s eyes flew open, his expression filled with disbelief. "Is that the only thing you could think of to calm me down?" he asked.
Matteo didn’t hesitate. "Yes," he said. "Good sex helps you relax... helps you calm down."
He leaned in slightly, his voice low. "So... should we start?"
Matteo reached toward Adrian, his movement slow and deliberate.
"Don’t you dare," Adrian mumbled. "Don’t you sleep on this bed! Don’t you come near me, don’t you touch me, just leave me alone!"
"Fine," Matteo snapped, his patience finally fraying. "You’re always so stubborn, always so mean to me. A single message from Iris and you’re ready to run to her, shaking. She knows exactly how to control you. Just admit it... You care about her, you’re not going back for ’us.’ You’re going back for yourself. If this were really for ’us,’ you wouldn’t be this angry. You’d have asked if I’d found a solution, instead of just fighting me."
Adrian’s eyes widened, his voice trembling. "Why are you shouting at me?"
"I’m not shouting, I’m stating facts," Matteo retorted. "If you want Iris so badly, go to her tomorrow. I won’t stop you. You didn’t even ask if I’d found a solution. All you do is fight me. Funny how you’re so gentle with everyone else... just not with me."
Adrian looked stunned. "What are you even saying?"
"I know it makes no sense to you," Matteo said, his voice cold. "I’ll leave the room for you. I’ll leave the entire house for you. I’ll go sleep in my car."
Adrian turned his head away. "Alright. Just leave me alone."
Without another word, Matteo turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Matteo stormed out, his blood boiling. He bypassed the living room and headed straight for the garage, his footsteps echoing sharply against the concrete. Two bodyguards trailed him, stepping outside to stand watch by his vehicle, joining the guard already stationed there. Matteo didn’t say a word; he climbed into the driver’s seat, the heavy door slamming shut behind him, sealing him in his own silent anger.
Upstairs, Adrian sat up, the silence of the room finally settling in. He replayed the argument in his head, and it hit him, Matteo wasn’t just angry because he wanted to leave; he was angry because he thought Adrian’s desperation to face Iris was driven by a lingering care for her, rather than a frantic need to protect their relationship.
Adrian grabbed the blanket and the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He hurried downstairs, checking the living room and every corner of the house, but Matteo wasn’t there. Without thinking, he stepped outside into the cool night air. He scanned the driveway... and then he saw it. Matteo’s car.
He walked up to the driver’s side and knocked. Inside, Matteo watched him through the dark, tinted glass for a second before finally hitting the unlock button.
Adrian slipped into the passenger seat and closed the door. The air inside was thick with smoke. Matteo didn’t acknowledge him; he just stared straight ahead, inhaling deeply from his cigarette.
Adrian waited, but when Matteo remained silent, he slowly reached over. He gently took the cigarette from Matteo’s fingers. Matteo looked at him, stunned, watching as Adrian brought the cigarette to his own lips and took a slow, steady drag.
After a few puffs, Matteo reached over and snatched it back. "I don’t like you smoking," he grumbled.
"Then don’t smoke either," Adrian said softly.
Matteo crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, then fell into a tense silence. He leaned his seat back, resting his head against the headrest as if he were trying to sleep.
Finally, Adrian broke the silence. He climbed over the center console and settled onto Matteo’s lap. Resting his head against Matteo’s chest, he pulled the blanket over both of them, cocooning them inside the car.
Matteo stayed still, saying nothing...
Until Adrian whispered, "I’m sorry, baby."
Matteo’s eyes snapped open, his gaze softening as he looked down at Adrian.
"I love you, not Iris," Adrian murmured, his voice trembling. "I only wanted to talk to her to stop this. I don’t want her."
"Are you saying you don’t trust me?" Matteo asked.
"I trust you," Adrian insisted.
"Then why do you care about her threats so much?"
"I just panicked," Adrian confessed, clutching Matteo’s shirt. "I want you. Only you. I’m sorry."
Matteo sighed, the fight draining out of him. "I’m sorry, too. For locking you in."
"It’s okay," Adrian said softly. He hesitated before asking, "Did you... Find a solution?"
"Yes," Matteo said. "I spoke to my father. I told him everything... about my sexuality. There’s nothing to worry about on that side anymore."
Adrian’s eyes widened. "Was he angry?"
"Someone like my father would never react over the phone. He’ll wait until he sees me in person... but it’s a relief to finally have it out in the open."
Adrian nodded, leaning into him. "That’s good. If my father ever finds out, I can handle it... with my sister’s help."
"Alright," Matteo said. "Let’s rest for a bit. We’ll go inside soon."
Adrian frowned. "You’re still angry."
"Why would you think that?"
"This isn’t how you usually sound," Adrian said. "I’m really, truly sorry."
"I’m not angry anymore, I promise."
"Then kiss me if you’re not," Adrian demanded.
Matteo stared at him for a long moment before finally leaning in. What started as a simple, tentative kiss deepened instantly as Adrian leaned into him, his hands moving to Matteo’s shirt.
Matteo gripped Adrian’s wrists, holding him back. "No, babe, not here. We don’t have anything to prepare you..."
Adrian’s hands slipped into his pocket, producing the bottle of lube he had brought with him.
Matteo let out a soft smile. They resumed their kiss, the tension dissolving into hunger. Adrian pulled Matteo’s shirt off, his lips trailing down to his throat and then lower, to his chest.
Matteo’s head fell back against the seat, a low, guttural moan escaping his throat. "Ah... Baby... f-fuck..." He moved into the touch, his hands tangled in Adrian’s hair, the cold air outside forgotten as the car filled with the sound of his broken moans. "Mmnh... god... babe..."
Matteo’s hunger became frantic. He pulled Adrian closer, his hands working quickly to discard Adrian’s shirt, leaving his skin bare and vulnerable to the cool air of the car.
Matteo pressed his face against Adrian’s chest, his lips trailing hot, wet lines over his collarbone before settling on his nipple. He licked and sucked him, hearing Adrian let out a sharp, hitching moan that echoed in the small, enclosed space. "Baby... M-Matteo... ah!"
His hands were everywhere, teasing and exploring, mapping every inch of Adrian’s body. He stripped away the rest of Adrian’s clothes until he was completely bare, his skin flushed and sensitive under Matteo’s touch.
Matteo didn’t stop there; he shifted, moving with a rough urgency to lower the passenger seat as far as it would go. Even with the cramped space, he made it work, creating just enough room to maneuver.
He laid Adrian back against the passenger seat as they shifted into position.
Matteo pulled down his trousers, his throbbing cock ready. He grabbed the lube, coating himself and then working his fingers into Adrian’s entrance.
He didn’t rush.
He slid one finger in, hearing Adrian groan a low, trembling sound—"Hnnnh... Matteo..."—then added a second, stretching him slowly.
Matteo kissed him deeply to distract him, his hand working a steady rhythm inside Adrian, preparing him.
Adrian’s breath hitched in his throat, moaning into Matteo’s mouth, his hands clutching at Matteo’s shoulders.
Matteo spread Adrian’s legs wide in the cramped space to make it easier to slide inside him.
Matteo suddenly pulled his hand away.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted Adrian’s hips, positioning himself. He guided his cock to the entrance and slid in just the tip, feeling Adrian gasp.
Adrian tried to pull back, his hands instinctually finding Matteo’s waist to control the pace, but Matteo wouldn’t have it. He pinned Adrian down with one sudden, powerful thrust, sliding all the way inside.
"Hhh-ah! Fuck!" Adrian gasped, his body jolting. He tried to pull his mouth away, but Matteo leaned down, his lips brushing against Adrian’s ear. "Breathe, baby. I’m sorry. Does it hurt?" He whispered, his voice dark and grounding.
Adrian couldn’t find the words...