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The mission of dropping off the "drunk cargo" was carried out with a surprising efficiency.
The car rolled to a soft stop in front of Oliver’s building. Nico didn’t even have to get out. The night doorman — already used to the state Oliver usually came back from parties — quickly helped him drag a very uncooperative Antonelli, who kept insisting he needed to buy a harmonica at two in the morning.
"Bye, ogre! Bye, Gabi!" Oliver shouted, giving a crooked wave before disappearing through the rotating glass doors, practically dragging his friend inside.
As soon as the door closed behind them, silence washed over the interior of the luxury sedan. But now it was a different kind of silence. No music, no drunk laughter, no buffer of other people. Just the soft hum of the AC and Gabriel’s breathing, which suddenly felt way too loud.
Nico shifted gears and pulled out, heading toward Gabriel’s building. The hand that had been resting on Gabriel’s thigh went back to the wheel, and Gabriel felt the loss like a physical chill.
"They’ll survive," Nico said, breaking the ice, his gravelly voice filling the tiny space. "But they’re waking up wishing they hadn’t."
"They’re used to it," Gabriel replied, turning slightly in his seat to watch Nico’s profile lit by passing streetlights. "Thanks for being patient with them. I know Kimi can be… a lot."
"A lot is an understatement. The kid’s a pocket sized hurricane," Nico huffed, but there was a hint of a smile there. "But they like you. You can tell they look after you— messy as it is."
"Yeah… they’re my family here," Gabriel said softly.
The rest of the drive was short. When Nico pulled into the ramp of Gabriel’s garage, the doorman didn’t even ask for ID, he recognized the car, though he did throw a curious glance at the unfamiliar, rough looking man behind the wheel. Nico parked in the designated spot beside a concrete pillar and killed the engine. Darkness settled around them, heavy and quiet.
"Delivered," Nico said, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning toward Gabriel. "Rescue complete."
Gabriel felt a flare of panic at the thought of saying goodbye. The night had been perfect. The adrenaline from the show, the music in the car, Nico’s hand on his leg… he didn’t want it to end with a simple "good night" in an underground garage.
He looked at Nico. The mechanic looked tired, but his blue eyes were sharp, locked onto Gabriel’s mouth.
"You…" Gabriel started, but his voice cracked. He swallowed, trying to summon the courage Billy Joel had given him earlier. "Do you want to come up? Have some water? Or… I don’t know, see the view from my famous glass box?"
Nico raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. He glanced at the private elevator, then back at Gabriel.
"You’re inviting me into your sanctuary, Bortoleto? At three in the morning?"
"I am," Gabriel said, meeting his gaze, heart pounding. "Unless you’re scared of heights."
Nico let out a low, rough laugh and opened his door.
"I climb poles to fix wiring and scale overturned trucks, kid. There’s nothing you could show me that’d scare me."
They got out. The sound of the doors echoing through the garage made Gabriel’s pulse jump. They stepped inside the elevator in silence, side by side, not touching, but the air between them felt charged enough to spark. When the doors slid open straight into Gabriel’s living room, the contrast hit Nico like a punch.
Gabriel knew his place was tidy, clean. But seeing Nico there, standing in the middle of his living room, the difference was… brutal. Everything was beige, white, or gray. Designer furniture. Glass surfaces. No dust. No smell. It was cold. Perfect. And Nico looked too big, too dirty, too alive for that space.
Nico looked around with his hands shoved in his pockets, turning slowly on the heel of his boots, leaving faint marks on the polished porcelain floor.
"Yeah," he muttered, assessing the room with a critical eye. "Definitely a glass box. Doesn’t smell like anything. Does anyone even live here, Gabriel? Looks like a damn showroom."
"I live here," Gabriel protested, closing the elevator door behind them and locking out the world. "It’s just… organized."
"It’s sterile," Nico corrected, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. He braced a hand on the glass. "It’s cold. How do you stand it?"
"Sometimes I don’t," Gabriel admitted quietly. He dropped his keys and wallet on the kitchen island and walked toward him. "That’s why I run off to dirty shops."
Nico turned slowly. Backlit by the city, he looked like a silhouette carved from shadow and heat. Gabriel stopped one step away from him. Nico’s scent — engine grease, soap, and warm skin — started swallowing the sterile lavender of the apartment.
"You shouldn’t have brought me up here, Gabriel," Nico warned, his voice dropping into something dangerous. He didn’t move back. "I don’t match your fancy rugs. I’ll mess all of this up."
Gabriel closed the final inch between them, lifting his chin in challenge and surrender all at once.
"Then mess it up," he whispered.
The tension snapped.
Nico growled — an actual growl — and grabbed Gabriel’s waist with both hands, yanking him violently against his body. The impact knocked the air from Gabriel’s lungs, but he didn’t have time to breathe before Nico’s mouth crashed onto his.
It wasn’t like the kiss at the quarry, all wind and open space. This one was devouring. Nico kissed him like he meant to claim the place, his tongue pushing into Gabriel’s mouth with a possessiveness that made Gabriel’s knees buckle.
Nico walked him backward until Gabriel’s back hit the cold glass of the panoramic window. Gabriel let out a sharp breath at the chill, then melted again at the heat of Nico pressed against him.
"You’re crazy," Nico muttered against his lips, his hands sliding up to the back of Gabriel’s head, fisting in his hair and tilting his head back to expose his throat. "Crazy and spoiled."
"Nico…" Gabriel gasped when the man’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his neck, biting lightly, sucking.
"Quiet," Nico ordered, his voice vibrating against Gabriel’s pulse point. One of his hands dropped to Gabriel’s thigh, gripping hard and lifting his leg to hook around Nico’s hip. The friction of Nico’s rough jeans against Gabriel’s thin dress pants was maddening.
Gabriel clung to the leather jacket on Nico’s shoulders, breathing in the mix of leather, engine grease and pure want. He felt small in Nico’s arms, but powerful too. He had brought the wolf into his house.
"The bedroom," Gabriel managed, breathless, tugging on Nico’s jacket. "Let’s go to the bedroom."
Nico stopped kissing his neck and looked at him. His blue eyes were dark, blown wide, hungry. He glanced toward the hallway, then at the pristine linen sofa in the living room. A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips.
"No," he said, taking Gabriel’s face in his hands. "The bedroom’s probably just like this. Neat. Perfect."
He kissed Gabriel again — messy, wet, hungry — his hands already moving to undo Gabriel’s shirt, popping buttons in his rush, not caring where they flew.
"I want to ruin you right here, Gabriel," Nico whispered, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and exposing his warm skin to the city light. "Right in the middle of all this wealth."
Nico paused just long enough to take in the sight, Gabriel pinned to the glass, shirt open, lips swollen, hair a mess, completely undone. It was the most beautiful thing Nico had ever seen. Better than anything.
"You said you wanted to break the glass," Nico murmured, his calloused hands tracing down Gabriel’s stomach. The roughness of his skin made Gabriel shiver hard. "So let’s fucking break it."
The words hit Gabriel like a lit match thrown onto gasoline. Whatever control he still had evaporated. Nico had called his life a damn showroom, and God, he was right. And Gabriel wanted him to burn it all down with him.
He didn’t answer with words. He answered by fisting his hand in Nico’s messy blond hair and crashing his mouth against his. Nico’s tongue pushed in again, claiming every inch of Gabriel’s mouth, and Gabriel just gave in. Let Nico taste his desperation, his need to be ruined right there. He was exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking hard it was starting to hurt.
"Look at you," Nico rasped, pulling back just enough to drag his eyes down Gabriel’s body. "Pretty as fuck. All that soft brown skin just begging to get marked up." His thumb brushed over Gabriel’s nipple, and Gabriel’s whole body jerked, a sharp electric shock shooting straight to his cock. "You like that, huh? Like the idea of my dirt all over your clean little world."
"Yeah," he panted, head falling back against the cold glass. The contrast was insane, ice from the window on his back and a furnace named Nico in front of him. "Fuck, Nico, yeah…"
Nico didn’t make him wait. His mouth dropped to Gabriel’s neck again, but this time there was no teasing. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, and Gabriel knew he was leaving a deep, dark bruise, possessive. A mark. His cock throbbed in his pants, almost leaking, grinding against the zipper. Nico was claiming what was already his, and Gabriel was his most precious possession.
Nico’s hands were everywhere. One slid down Gabriel’s chest, nails grazing lightly until they reached the thin trail of hair on his stomach, heading straight for his belt. The other grabbed a handful of Gabriel’s ass through the pants, squeezing hard enough to make his knees wobble.
"You get that?" Nico murmured against his throat, voice low and sinful. "You get how much I want you? My dick hurts from how hard you’ve got me." He pushed his hips forward, and Gabriel could feel all of him, thick and heavy even through denim. The friction was maddening.
"I wanna feel it," Gabriel begged, his own voice sounding wrecked, unrecognizable. "Please, let me touch…"
"Since the first time I saw you, soaked in my house," Nico said, fingers finally, finally opening Gabriel’s belt. The sound of the leather sliding free was heavenly. "I knew I was gonna fuck you. Knew one day I’d bend you over some car and make you scream."
He yanked the belt open and popped the button of Gabriel’s pants, dragging the zipper down in one rough, efficient motion. Cold air hit his overheated skin and Gabriel shivered. Nico shoved his pants and underwear down in one go, and Gabriel’s cock sprang free, slapping up against his stomach.
"Fuck, look at that," Nico groaned, wrapping his big, calloused hand around Gabriel’s erection.
The feel of that rough skin on his sensitive body was almost too much. It wasn’t soft or gentle; it was raw, real, and so fucking good. Nico stroked him once — slow, firm, from base to tip — his thumb spreading the pre-cum shining there. Gabriel whimpered, his hips moving helplessly into the touch.
"Mhmh…"
"I told you to stay quiet," Nico reminded him, though there was satisfaction in his voice.
He was enjoying every second of this. Enjoying breaking him apart. Nico dropped to his knees, and seeing him like that — in Gabriel’s perfect apartment, staring up with those hungry blue eyes — was a devastating aphrodisiac. Nico didn’t tease. He took Gabriel’s whole cock into his hot, wet mouth in one deep, unforgiving motion.
Gabriel’s vision went white. Holy shit. His hands flew to Nico’s hair, gripping hard while Nico swallowed him down, his throat working around the sensitive head. It was insane. His tongue pressed hard against the vein underneath, and then Nico started moving, finding a rhythm that was rough yet perfect.
"Oh my God… Nico… your mouth…" Gabriel choked out, head thumping against the glass. He was losing his damn mind. Nico sucked his cock like he was made for it, like his only purpose was worshipping Gabriel with that experienced mouth. Pressure coiled hotter and tighter in Gabriel’s stomach. "If you don’t… stop…"
Nico pulled off with a wet, obscene pop, leaving Gabriel throbbing and empty.
"Not yet," he rasped, standing up, breath just as wrecked. "I’m not done with you."
He grabbed Gabriel’s hips and spun him around, pressing his chest and cheek to the cold window. The whole city stretched out beneath them, lights glowing, completely unaware of the filth happening on the eighth floor.
Nico pressed against him from behind, his solid body caging Gabriel against the glass. Gabriel felt the rough denim against his exposed ass. One of Nico’s hands slid around his waist, gripping tight, while the other shoved Gabriel’s pants all the way down to his ankles.
"You see all those people down there?" he whispered, lips brushing Gabriel’s ear. His free hand slid between Gabriel’s legs, cupping his balls, drawing a broken moan out of him. Then a thick finger traced over his tight, untouched hole, pressing in. "They have no idea the dirty little slut living up here. No idea I’m about to wreck this perfect ass."
Gabriel moaned, pushing back onto his finger. The intimacy of it, the vulnerability, it was terrifying and so fucking hot.
"Please," he begged, cheek crushed against the glass. "I need it… now."
Nico spit on his fingers, the raw sound filling the quiet room. Gabriel heard — and felt — the wet, cold touch of two fingers at his entrance. Nico didn’t go slow. He pushed one thick finger in, and Gabriel cried out at the sudden burn.
"So tight," Nico groaned, working the finger in and out. "You’re gonna feel so fucking good around my dick, Gabriel. Gonna open this tight little hole and fuck you so deep."
He added a second finger, stretching him open. The sting faded, replaced by a rising pleasure that made Gabriel dizzy. Nico curled his fingers, and Gabriel’s eyes rolled back.
"Fuck, I… ah—"
"You like that, princess?" he teased, hitting that spot again, and again, until Gabriel was shaking, nothing but heat and sound pressed against the window. “Say it.”
"Yes! God, yes! M-more…"
When Nico pulled his fingers out, Gabriel almost sobbed at the loss. He heard the hurried sound of Nico’s jeans, the belt clinking, the wallet opening and hitting the floor, the tear of a condom wrapper. Then he felt it, the thick, massive, lubed tip of Nico’s cock pushing against his entrance. So much bigger than his fingers.
"This what you wanted, hm?" Nico murmured, not waiting for an answer. He pushed in.
The stretch was huge, unreal. Gabriel choked, fingers splaying against the glass as Nico filled him slowly, unstoppably. It hurt so good, overwhelming and perfect. Nico bottomed out, his hips flush against Gabriel’s ass, and stayed there for a burning moment, both of them breathing like they’d run a marathon.
"Fuck…" Nico groaned, voice strained. "You’re milking my cock already."
He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in.
The world blew apart. The sharp pleasure pain turned into pure bliss. Nico set a hard rhythm from the start, every thrust jolting Gabriel against the window. The cold glass burned his fevered skin, Nico’s body was fire behind him, and his dick opened Gabriel with every deep, brutal stroke.
"You take me so fucking well…" Nico growled, fingers digging into Gabriel’s hips, definitely leaving bruises. "This ass was made for it. Made to be fucked by me."
Gabriel couldn’t form words anymore, just broken moans and raw sounds with every thrust. He’d never felt so full, so owned, so completely fucked. The pressure built again, stronger, heavier, coiling at the base of his spine.
"Nico, I’m n… I can’t…" he gasped.
"Do it," Nico ordered, the rhythm getting messy, frantic. "Cum on your fucking window. Let everyone see what I turned you into."
The words were the last shove. Gabriel came hard, violently, his body locking up as hot streaks hit the glass. The orgasm ripped through him, endless and blinding, his hole clenching around Nico like a vice.
That desperate squeeze was all Nico needed. He slammed in deep with a guttural growl, orgasm hitting him. Gabriel felt the hot spurts filling the condom inside him, and then Nico collapsed onto his back, pressing him harder against the window.
They stayed like that for a long moment, panting, sweaty, connected. City lights flickering below them.
Slowly, Nico pulled out, and Gabriel leaned on the glass, legs shaking. He turned his head to look at him. Nico was wrecked, shining with sweat, and somehow looked more at home in Gabriel’s apartment than anything ever had.
Gabriel’s whole body was trembling, boneless, every nerve ending fried and buzzing. The cold glass shocked his overheated skin, his own release dripping down it like some obscene artwork. He could still feel Nico’s hands on his hips, the deep, possessive ache where he’d been inside him.
He heard Nico’s uneven breathing, the rustle of clothes. Then Nico’s hands were on his shoulders, turning him gently. Gabriel’s legs nearly gave out, but Nico caught him, holding him up, pulling his limp body against the solid, sweaty wall of his chest. Nico’s mouth found his.
It wasn’t the wild, violent kiss from before. This was something else, something deeper, infinitely scarier. It was passionate, slow, hungry, tasting like both of them, like sweat, sex, and something unmistakably Nico. Gabriel melted into it, his arms finding strength out of nowhere to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the damp hair at his nape. Nico kissed him like he was memorizing the shape of his mouth, like he was trying to drink him in.
Then, without warning, he broke the kiss. Bent his knees, arms sliding under Gabriel’s legs. He lifted him like he weighed nothing, a sharp, easy move that punched the air out of Gabriel’s lungs, and suddenly he was up in Nico’s arms, held like something precious and broken.
"Nico…" he whispered, exhausted and still hoarse.
"Shut up, Nico murmured, without a hint of aggression. Almost… tender.
He carried him away from the window, away from the mess cooling on the glass, away from the city’s watching lights. Gabriel’s heart hammered wildly, a blur of confused excitement and bone deep exhaustion. Nico had just fucked him into another dimension against the window, and now he was carrying him in his arms.
The contrast was dizzying. Almost didn’t make sense.
He didn't take him to the bedroom. He walked to the center of the room, to the large, immaculate couch that had never been used for anything but aesthetic contemplation. The centerpiece of that place.
Nico laid him down on the sofa with a delicacy completely incompatible with the same man who had just ripped his clothes and taken him against a glass pane. The fabric was cool, but soft, against Gabriel's back and ass. Nico stood for a moment, his dark, unreadable blue eyes tracing the damage he had done. The swollen lips, the mark on his neck, the spent cock soft against his thigh, the pants pooled on the floor...
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.
"Like that. Much better."
He discarded any remaining piece of his own clothing. He was still hard. Painfully, incredibly hard, even after his own orgasm.
"I thought you were done," Gabriel whispered, his gaze fixed on the thick outline standing out between the man's legs.
"I've only just started, baby. That was the warm-up."
He grabbed his own cock, thick, reddish, and still leaking, and massaged it a bit, frowning at the sensation. He wasn't lying. He was still fully erect, a testament to his insane stamina, or, maybe, how much Gabriel turned him on.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you on this expensive couch... just the way you deserve it."
He knelt on the sofa, one leg on each side of Gabriel's hips, surrounding him. His scent enveloped everything, swallowing even the faint lavender aroma of the room. He was staking a claim even on the air.
Nico leaned in, resting one hand beside Gabriel's head, the other wrapping around his own dick, sliding it slowly between his fingers. He positioned the hot, slick head at the boy's entrance, rubbing against him. Gabriel was still open and wet, from Nico's come and his own, but now everything felt more sensitive, more intense.
"I'm not finished with this hole yet," he growled, his voice low and intimately cruel.
He pushed again. It was easier this time, a burning, smooth slide that pulled a whinier moan from Gabriel, his body arching on the couch. Nico filled him with a single, deep movement, burying himself all the way. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming after the recent orgasm, that it almost hurt. Almost. Nico let out a low, drawn out grunt, leaning his forehead against the younger man's.
He began to move, slow, deep, and rhythmic. Different from the urgent fury against the window. It was deliberate now. Dominant. Each thrust marking the territory from the inside out. The rough fabric of the sofa scraped against Gabriel's skin with every movement, contrasting with the hot, slick friction inside him.
Nico shifted position, pulling Gabriel's legs higher, pushing them towards his chest, opening him up more, going even deeper. The new angle was just as pornographic. A broken shout escaped Gabriel's throat.
"Right here, baby?" Nico demanded, his voice hoarse with exertion. He hit that spot again, a direct pressure that made Gabriel bite his lips hard.
"Yes! Fuck!"
Gabriel was hard again, his cock beating against his stomach. It shouldn't be possible. His body was alive, singing for Nico, every nerve alight with pleasure. Nico closed his hand around the younger man's cock, palm against the sensitive flesh. He began to masturbate him, the movement firm, matching the rhythm of his hips.
"You're gonna come again," he whispered, his breath warm against his ear. He wasn't asking, he was commanding. "You're gonna spray your cum on this couch while I fuck your hole. You hear me?"
The two sensations together were too much. The deep fullness of Nico's cock opening him up; the rough friction of his hand. The tension in Gabriel's belly tightened, stretching, incandescent, about to burst. He babbled, pleaded, the sounds dissolving into moans.
"That's it..." Nico grunted, his rhythm breaking too. "Come for me..."
The command and the nickname were the final trigger. Gabriel's vision blurred, arching his back off the sofa as he came with a choked, shattered moan, streaks of semen painting his abdomen and the immaculate white fabric beneath him. The violent spasm of his orgasm wrung Nico's own release from him, another deep, guttural roar tearing from the man's chest as he spilled inside Gabriel, this time without a condom.
For a long moment, all that existed was the sound of their ragged breaths and the exhausted weight of Nico's body partially on top of his. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Nico went soft inside him, but made no move to pull away. Instead, he adjusted his weight, his half-closed eyes meeting Gabriel's.
He leaned in, and where Gabriel expected more brutality, he found only softness. Nico's lips met his in a tender kiss, slow and protective. It's okay, the kiss said, I got you.
The tenderness was its own kind of crumbling. Gabriel's hands, which had been clutching the sofa, rose to frame Nico's jaw, pulling him closer for the kiss. The urgency returned, but it was a different kind, a need for connection, for the taste of this man who could destroy and rebuild him in a matter of minutes. They got lost in it, the world outside the couch ceasing to exist. It was just this, the mix of salty skin and the faint taste of himself on Nico's tongue, the heavy, satisfied weight of their bodies, the slow, soothing intimacy that followed the storm.
Nico finally broke the kiss, only to slide his lips along Gabriel's jawline, down his neck column, tracing the sensitive, marked skin there. Gabriel let out an exhausted sigh.
"You... finished me," he murmured softly. Nico slid out of him, causing a slight discomfort, and flopped down beside him, just as tired.
"I know, that was the intention," the older man replied, running his hand over his face and then stretching out his arm, suggesting Gabriel should snuggle in. "Come here."
Gabriel didn't hesitate. He moved slowly, still a little sensitive, and nestled his head into the space between Nico's shoulder and chest, as if that spot had been made for him. The man let out a satisfied, heavy sigh, and closed his arm around him, enveloping him completely.
For a few moments, only the sound of their breathing filled the room, deep, uneven, still trying to find a rhythm. The sweat was starting to cool on their skin, but the warmth between them remained.
"You're impossible..." Gabriel murmured, his voice too hoarse to sound like a real complaint.
Nico smiled sideways, his hand sliding lazily down his back, as if drawing an invisible path.
"Just the way you like it."
Gabriel didn't answer, but the way he snuggled even closer against him said everything. Nico tilted his face and placed a slow kiss on top of the other's head, almost reverently.
"Hey," he called softly, "you're ok?"
Gabriel took a moment to reply. When he did, his voice was muffled against Nico's chest.
"Destroyed, but... at peace. I think."
Nico closed his eyes for an instant, as if that word had hit something inside him he couldn't name. His grip on Gabriel tightened, protective and possessive, as if this thing was solely his.
"Stay here?" the boy asked, whiny. "Just a little longer?"
Nico nodded, without moving, without needing anything more, and for a moment — rare and precious — he let his guard down.