Demitri’s hands were bloody when he finished, but he didn’t look angry anymore. I got out of the chair and went to help pull the tape off his hands. I was peeling the tape on his left hand when I spoke.
“To be very clear, I knew you wouldn’t hit me. I had a gut feeling.”
“You trusted a gut feeling as to if I would hit you.”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Theo.”
“I know how stupid you might think it was that I came down here, hell even Maddox tried to talk me out of it, and made a big point that if you told me to leave, I had to do just that. But, I couldn’t. Look at your hands. These would be much worse than they are even now.”
Demitri grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on, and I snuck a good look at him while he did this.
“How come you didn’t bring Luca?”
“He was fine being left alone, and I wasn’t sure if you were going to be calm or angry. I didn’t want to take any chances of anything. Besides, I couldn’t bring him with me if I was dead set on it. I didn’t know how long we would be, and I couldn’t ask him to wait in the car like a good little puppy.”
“A good little puppy, huh? Somehow I don’t think Luca would enjoy that label.” Demitri said, looking down at his hands and the damage done to them.
“It’s a little late, and those aren’t life threatening, so I’m not going to ask Maddox to wake up the doctor to fix them. If you can wait, I’ll clean them when we get back to the condo.”
“Hold up, I need to wipe the bag down.” Demitri said.
He walked over to the shelf and pulled out some disinfectant wipes, and wiped down the entire punching bag in record time. He picked up the two rolls of tape and set them on the shelf before tossing out the wipe.
“Let’s go.”
We made it back to the main floor in record time, running up the stairs, and I was breathless. Demitri didn’t even look winded. I felt like I was dying. My bag was still where I had dropped it, and he picked it up, turning around to check on me.
“Are you going to make it?”
“I don’t fucking know.” I hissed loudly. My heart thundering in my chest.
Maddox was standing at the top of the stairs the next time I looked up. His arms crossed, his tie loose, and his shirt partially unbuttoned. He looked like he was soon to be heading back to his wing.
“Are you leaving now?” He said.
“Yeah, We are heading back to Theo’s as soon as he catches his breath again.” Demitri said.
“Theo is out of shape. You might just want to throw him over your shoulder if you want to leave before two am,” Maddox teased.
I couldn’t tell him off, so I just shot him the finger, standing up and taking a few steps to Demitri. Reaching inside the bag, I pulled out my keys.
“Do you need me to drive?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just give me a moment.”
I could hear Maddox chuckling as he walked away down the hall. A few minutes later, we were getting into the car. Demitri set my bag on the floor carefully before he got in and then buckled himself in. I grabbed my water bottle from the side door and drank it down before I felt almost normal again.
Starting the car, I drove us back to the condo, and he passed me the keycard so we could get back into the building. Opening the door, Luca was sitting up on the couch, but was asleep again.
“I’ll wake him up and let him know I was able to get you out and you go down to the bathroom, so I can clean your wounds.”
“It’s fine, I can do it.”
“I know you can, but so can I.”
He didn’t fight, he just walked down the hall after putting my bag on the kitchen counter. I walked over and touched Luca’s cheek. He opened his eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me into his lap.
“Demitri?” He yawned.
“Here, he’s down in the bathroom. He was angry, and they were excessively forceful with him. He took his anger out at the complex before coming back here. I need to go clean his hands. Then, I’m grabbing some of that pasta and pizza. I’m starving.”
He let me go, and I slipped off his lap. Not really sure why he had pulled me there to begin with. I looked at him once more before heading off down the hall to deal with Demitri.
I opened the bathroom door, and I felt my face flush as he stood there, only boxers left on his hips.
“Sorry. I didn’t… know.”
I didn’t finish my sentence, because I was too busy raking my eyes over his exposed flesh.
“I’m going to shower quickly, then if you must, you can still look at my hands.”
“Alright.”
I stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door and hurried down the hall.
“What has you moving so quickly?”
“Demitri, I should have knocked or spoken. Did something that let him know I was there, but no? I just.” I made a hand sign for turning the door handle and opening the door. “He was very much almost naked.” I hissed.
“He gave you a show then.” Luca hummed.
“I didn’t want to look!” I said, raising my voice from embarrassment.
“Hm, Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“I would have looked. Demitri is a good-looking man.”
“If you want to go look, then you go look! I wasn’t trying to peep a look at his nearly naked form covered in tattoos and hard muscles, my god.”
“For someone not trying to look, you know a lot about his body.”
“You take that back or else.” I said.
“Or else what, Theo.”
“I’ll beat you up.” I said, chuckling as I shook my first at him, jokingly.”
He smiled, laughing. “Bring it on.”
“I will. But I have to change. When I get back, I’m coming to beat you up. Mark my words.”
I ran to the bedroom and nearly took out Demitri in a towel in the process. After closing the door, I changed. I tossed the suit on the bed and threw on a random t-shirt. I ran back down the hall, only in boxers and a t-shirt, and hopped over the side of the one couch, grabbing one of the pillows and holding it out at him.
“Pick your weapon and prepared to be attacked”
“Is that so?”
He grabbed a pillow off the couch he was now also standing on and pointed it back at me.
“Prepare to have your ass whooped, Luca.”
“Big words for someone who’s shorter than me.” He snickered.
“You take that back. Now this is personal!”
I lept off my couch at him, knocking us both down onto the couch.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
I laughed and rolled off him onto the floor. I grabbed my discarded pillow and smacked him with it. I rolled away and stood up, yanking the other pillow off the couch before climbing back on top of it, ready to hit him with it.
He started to walk closer, his own pillow raised, and he smacked me first gently. I raised my pillow to hit him back.
“Just what the hell are you two doing out here?” Demitri stood there, his arms crossed, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
“Get a good look, Luca.” I muttered before using his looking at Demitri as a distraction, to hit him with the pillow. Demitri frowned at me and took the pillow out of my hand.
“Are you proud of yourself?” Demitri said.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
Luca, who was openly caught looking at Demitri, before I beat him with the pillow, hit me with the pillow he had while I was unarmed.
“Ah, I’m unarmed.” I whined, holding my hands up to block his attack.
“You used Demitri as a distraction, suffer.” He said, before laughing.
“You’re the one who looked. Not me. I just took advantage of his distraction to attack!”
“How about you both just put down the pillow, get off the couch and we can get food before we look at going to bed because it’s almost three in the morning?” Demetri said, before removing the pillow from Luca’s hand too.
“What if I don’t want to get off the couch?” I said.
“Do you want to find out the answer to that question?”
I looked at Luca for help. Demitri took a step closer, and I tried to jump from the one couch to the other, but Luca grabbed me.
“Time to settle down. Food, and then sleep. That’s what needs to happen now.”
Luca set me on the floor, and Demitri set down the pillows back on the couch. While he stretched like that, I drove my elbow into Luca’s side, so he also got to look at the way Dem’s muscles moved and tightened.
“Ow, what the—Oh?”
“Shhh.” I hissed.
Demitri stood back up and looked at us both. I looked at his hands.
“Hey Luca, do you want to pull out all the food while I clean and look after Demitri’s hands?”
“Sure, I’ve got it.”
I lightly pushed Demitri back down the hall and only because he allowed me too. Down to the bathroom and turned on the light. His hands looked angry, and I felt for him. I found the first aid kit in the bottom cupboard of the sink and bent to get it out.
I felt Demitri push his hips against my ass and nearly dropped the first aid kit. I grabbed the top of the countertop and pulled myself up. The mirror in front of the sink showed me a face of Demitri that had somewhere deep inside me, burning with the need to have this man.
“I know what you did, Theo.” He said, his voice just barely a whisper.
“I don’t know what you mean?”
He ground his hips into my backside and I dropped the first aid kit on the floor and used both hands to grab the counter where the sink was.
“We both know you had Luca check me out. Just what are you hoping for there, Theo?”
“He said he thought you were a good-looking guy—”
He grabbed my hips and moved his hips against me, really letting me feel him. And he spoke.
“Please, continue.”
“I just wanted him to see what I saw and enjoy it.” I said, as he reached one of his hands around and massaged my hardening cock.
“I think you want Luca to do more than just look, Theo. I think you want Luca to touch me like you have while you touch the both of us.”
My face flushed in the mirror, and Demitri smirked.
“So I was right.”
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