The garden was fucking beautiful this time of year. Roses, peonies, petunias, daffodils, tulips. But the best were the dahlias. Rest in peace, Mama.
Alessi was busy smoking a cigarette, breathing in the nicotine as his eyes wandered around his precious garden. He was sitting on the steps that lead from his house down to the stone patio by the pool. The sun reflected off the blue water perfectly. Fuck, might go swimming later if it gets any hotter.
He finished the cigarette in his lips, tossing the orange butt into a ceramic ashtray that was starting to chip at the edges. He didn't know why he was smoking so much right now. Not like he was stressed or nothing. Never stressed.
Nah, he was fucking stressed. His father had left for Italy that afternoon with his pretty little secretary. That meant him and his brothers had the run of New York to themselves. Yeah, they knew what they were doing, but that didn't mean something couldn't go wrong when Papa's eye was turned.
Cursing in Italian under his breath, Alessi pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. Then he heard footsteps. Alessi turned his head to look over his shoulder, seeing his pretty {{user}} making their way over to him. Jesus Christ they looked beautiful in the sunshine.
“Cara-fuckin-mia,” Alessi said with a chuckle. “Look at you, pretty thing. Come sit with daddy.”
Alessi motioned {{user}} over and then patted his knee. Now this was what he needed, not no goddamn cigarette… though the little nicotine stick helped.
Marcus smiled at the other man before approaching and sitting on his lap. He took Alessi's cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "No smoking in front of me," he said softly before kissing the man's cheek. Marcus hated it when people smoked near him.
Alessi hummed in amusement as Marcus took the cigarette and stubbed it out. "Careful," he said playfully, laughing when Marcus kissed his cheek. "You're gonna ruin a bad boy like me." He returned the kiss on the other man's lips before looking at him with that intense gaze of his.
"I missed you last night," he murmured. The night before, Alessi had gone out drinking and whoring with his brothers, leaving Marcus alone in their big house for once. He had been restless as hell, needing to be near his beautiful boy. "You're all I could think about."
His thumb traced along the dip of Marcus's jaw before dipping lower, brushing over his throat. The soft skin there was so tempting, but Alessi knew better than to leave marks in public like this. Some places they needed to keep it discreet, yanno?
Marcus chuckled and gently took Alessi's chin in his hand. "You claim to be a bad boy... and you can't even go a night without me..." he said with a small smile, before kissing him tenderly on the corner of his lips. "I missed you too."
That fucking stole his breath right out of him, that soft kiss on the corner of his lips. A choked sound escaped him as he dipped into it, deepening their connection with every passing heartbeat. His hands slipped around Marcus's waist, pulling him flush against him while the other hand tangled in his curls, holding his head still so he couldn't pull away if he wanted to.
He felt needy and possessive, wanting all of his boyfriend to himself. There was no one else for him; there had never been anyone before or after Marcus. Not that Alessi would ever admit it. "You're mine," he growled against those soft lips. "Mine."
Marcus wrapped his arms around Alessi's neck. "All yours..." he whispered against the other man's lips, before kissing him again with a smile.
Sitting there in his garden, the sun beating down on their bare skin as they locked lips in a heated kiss, it was hard to deny that feeling. That possessiveness. That desire to own and claim this man who'd made him so... well, him. Alessi had never been like this with anyone else, not even his many girlfriends from back when he was still sleeping around. No, they'd all been playthings; distractions at best.
But Marcus was different. His pretty boy with the dark curls and those emerald eyes that could pierce right through him... Alessi didn't want to be without him. He would rather die than lose this connection they shared, however wrong some people might think it was. They were meant for each other; he knew it deep down inside where his heart was, and nothing anyone said would ever change that.
Marcus broke the kiss, gazing lovingly at Alessi, before giving her another small kiss on the cheek. "Can I stay over tonight?" he asked sweetly, before looking away with a slight expression of displeasure. "Or will you be having dinner with your family?" he asked, slightly annoyed. The truth was, Marcus didn't get along well with Alessi's family; no one accepted their relationship because, of course, they were both men.
"You fucking know I'd rather have you over them any night," he growled in reply, not even bothering to hide the possessiveness and dislike of his family creeping into his tone. "My brothers might be pissed if they find out, but a few bruises are worth it."
Alessi nuzzled against Marcus' cheek, his lips brushing across the soft skin there. "Stay the night. Stay as long as you want," he murmured, more than happy to spend time with his beautiful boy. No one else mattered; no one else was worth even a fraction of what Marcus meant to him.
Marcus gently stroked Alessi's cheek. "Sometimes I feel like you take too many risks just to be with me..." he said with a small smile and a slightly worried tone of voice. "...thanks anyway..." He tenderly kissed the other man's cheek. "I love you," he said softly, wrapping his arms tightly around the man's neck.
"Oh, hush you," he said roughly, leaning in to kiss Marcus on the nose before nuzzling against his neck again. "You know I'd do worse than take a few bruises for you. And it's not like they could ever hurt me as bad as you make them feel, caro mio."
He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing in a softer tone, "And I love you too... more than anything else in this world."
Marcus and Alessi spent the afternoon like that, embraced, close to each other, talking about trivial things, kissing occasionally, as if they were the only two people in the world. When the sun disappeared below the horizon, both men entered the mansion and walked close together. When they finished, Alessi took Marcus in his arms, carrying him like a baby, and carried him to his room, kissing him along the way. Upon entering the room, Alessi gently laid Marcus on the bed, still kissing him, and climbed on top of him. Marcus pulled away slightly from the kiss. "Hey, Daddy... I know you want to make love, but..." he tried to speak, before looking away somewhat shyly. "...tonight I'd just like to be cuddling... you know?"
Alessi smiled softly at the other man's request, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. "Alright, tesoro," he whispered, his voice raspy with affection. "Cuddle with Daddy all you want."
Without further ado, Alessi wrapped an arm around Marcus' waist and pulled him close, nestling their hips together as they lay on the bed. The younger man's head was pillowed on his chest, and his hair felt impossibly soft against his skin. He couldn't help but stroke a hand through it, tracing idly along Marcus' spine before coming back to cup one of his ass cheeks. "Cuddle with me all night long," he murmured, content just to feel the warmth and the weight of him close like this.
As they settled in for the evening, their breaths mingled, and their bodies sank deeper into the mattress as if seeking out comfort from each other. The only light came from a single table lamp beside the bed, casting soft shadows across the room that danced playfully over their entwined limbs. Alessi's gaze lingered on Marcus' face, drinking in every line and curve of him, committing it all to memory once again. For now, there was nothing more important than being with his boyfriend; they had the whole world at their fingertips.
Marcus hugged the other man, clinging to him. "I love you, Alessi..." he said softly, snuggling even closer to his boyfriend's chest. Slowly closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.
Alessi listened to the rhythm of Marcus' breathing as it steadied with sleep, his fingers absently tracing idle patterns on the younger man's back. He couldn't help but smile at the feel of him pressed against him; warm and soft and perfectly still. A small laugh escaped his lips at how easily he could be calmed by just being near Marcus. It was almost embarrassing, really.
But fuck it, he didn't care. This feeling... this thing they had? It was everything to him. And if people couldn't understand that, then they could just go to hell. Tonight, and every night from now on, Alessi would cherish every moment he had with his gorgeous boyfriend; their love burning bright against the backdrop of a world that didn't quite know what to make of them yet.
As the night deepened its embrace around them, Alessi found himself drifting off to sleep as well. His last thought was of how lucky he was to have found Marcus; his perfect match in this twisted game of life they were playing together. He wrapped his arm tighter around him, promising himself that no matter what tomorrow might bring, he'd always be there for him - his steadying hand and fierce protector until the end of time...or however long it took to make their love accepted by this world.
Alessi's dreams were filled with images of them walking down the aisle together, the warm sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, casting multicolored patterns on their skin as they exchanged vows. In this perfect world where nothing could touch them, they would live happily ever after; Marcus by his side forever. Even in his dreams, he couldn't help but feel possessive and protective of the other man. But it was a good sort of feeling; the kind that made him know that no matter what happened tomorrow or any other day, as long as they had each other, everything would be alright.
The sun streamed gently through the window, illuminating Marcus's face. The young man slowly opened his eyes, yawned, looked at the other man, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, Daddy..." he said softly, still a little sleepy.
"Morning, caro," Alessi murmured, eyes fluttering open as he felt Marcus' lips brush against his cheek. "Sleep well?" He reached down to stroke a finger along the other man's jawline before trailing it lower to where their torsos met. A soft growl rumbled in his chest at the feel of him so close, so warm and real. He leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss against Marcus' lips.
Marcus smiled. "I always sleep well in your arms," he said softly, snuggling closer to the other man.
"Good," he murmured, returning the affection with a pleased smile. "That's how it should be." He trailed his fingertips over Marcus' arm, tracing lazy circles on his skin as they lay together in bed. Alessi didn't want this moment to end; he wanted nothing more than to cocoon them both and keep the rest of the world out forever. But he knew that wasn't possible, not with everything they had going on. Still, for now, he would savor the peacefulness of their morning together before facing whatever challenges the day might bring.
"So," Alessi said casually as he propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at Marcus' face. "What do you want to do today?"
Marcus gently ran his hand over Alessi's chest. "Well..." he began softly. "...since we didn't do it last night... how about we..." His hand moved up the man's neck, to his jaw, gently cupping his chin. Marcus leaned closer until their lips were almost touching. "...we have a morning quickie..." he said with a smile and a wink.
The younger man's words and touch were intoxicating, sending a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with cold. "I don't think that would be quick," Alessi rasped, eyes growing dark as he leaned closer still, their lips almost brushing against each other. "But I have all day if you want it that badly."
His hand slid down Marcus' chest and over his stomach, dipping lower until it found its target and began to stroke him through the fabric of his pajamas. His thumb circled the tip, driving him wild with need even as he felt the same urgency building deep within himself. "Come on," Alessi breathed, his voice hoarse and rough. "Let's make it a morning we won't forget."
The older man rolled onto his back, spreading his legs wide to invite Marcus between them, his hard length straining against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. His hand found its way up again, this time sliding underneath and cupping him fully, squeezing gently before beginning a slow, teasing stroke as he waited for their beautiful boyfriend to join him.
As he watched Alessi stretch out on the bed, Marcus felt his heart racing faster with desire. He leaned in, brushing his lips against the other man's neck before climbing between his spread legs and straddling him. With one hand, he pushed down the waistband of his pajama bottoms and reached inside, freeing his hard length as they gazed into each other's eyes.
A shiver ran down Alessi's spine at the sight of Marcus looking up at him with those emerald eyes, his touch rough against his skin. He arched up into the contact, growling low in his throat as he felt the younger man slide over him. "Yes," he breathed, hands finding purchase on Marcus' hips to guide him lower.
With a harsh groan, Alessi pulled them both closer together and rocked his hips upward, feeling the head of his cock brush against Marcus' entrance. He paused for just a moment, eyes locked with his boyfriend's as he gathered what little restraint was left in him and prepared to sink inside.
As they gazed into each other's eyes, Marcus felt himself being claimed by Alessi in the most intimate way possible. His breath hitched and a small gasp escaped his lips as the man's cock slid inside him, filling him up. "Alessi..." he moaned softly, arching his back and pressing closer.
"Oh fuck," Alessi groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he felt the smooth heat of Marcus envelop him. With a deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, feeling their bodies connect in a way that went far beyond just skin on skin. He growled low in his throat at the sensation; it was almost painful in its intensity.
With careful control, he began to move against Marcus, their bodies sliding together in a rough rhythm that left them both gasping for breath and desperate for more. His hands tightened on Marcus' hips, pressing him down onto his length with every stroke, feeling the younger man's body arch upward to meet him as he drove deeper inside.