Back in the wing again, Vito reached out and touched my hair, muttering about me needing a haircut. I frowned. 

“I want it to be longer.” 

Vito sighed, and I knew why. Early on, he had been the one to cut my hair off and make sure it was maintained. 

“I’ll look after it this time.” I breathed. 

Vito looked like he might believe me, but he didn’t say for sure and that annoyed me. 

“What did you go see Alessio about?”

“Nothing important.” I muttered, heading to my bedroom, but he grabbed my arm. 

“Ilya, I’m sorry about last night. It was wrong for me to comment about the health of your cock.”

“It was the truth.” I said, trying to yank my arm out of his. 

“Ilya, look at me when I talk to you,” Vito said, his voice gentle, but still demanding. I looked at him and he spoke again. “Thank you. Did you take your medication this morning?”

“Yes, before I went to see Alessio.”

“Good.”

“Last night, I was trying to get under your skin with Nikki and I knew it would get a reaction out of you.” I said, knowing how it sounded. 

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” I said, nodding my head. Avoiding his eyes again. 

“I asked you to look at me, Ilya.”

I looked back up, and his eyes were softer than I expected. 

“Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“Enough for a slice of toast and an egg?”

“No. Not that much. Maybe a little yogurt.”

Vito frowned. “Ilya, we are not about to go into another episode where you only eat yogurt.”

“Ice cream?”

“Not for breakfast.”

“Your child would have let me have ice cream for breakfast.” I muttered. 

“As a chef, I doubt that.”

“I’ll eat toast if you let me have yogurt.” I bargained.

“Let me think about it while I make your toast.”

“One toast.”

“Two, with peanut butter.”

“No! I hate it.” I whined.

“How old are you?” Vito said, frowning and crossing his arms. 

“Too old for your bullshit—--” Vito cut me off. “Are you sure that’s something you want to finish saying, Ilya?”

“If I change my answer, can I have yogurt?”

“You want peanut butter toast only? Wow, what a good idea.” He said excitedly, and it made my skin crawl. I was sure he was aiming to torture me. Sighing, I went and sat at the table and watched him making toast. His sweat pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips. It was hard to take my eyes off his back, where the muscles moved under the skin. I was dying to have my hands on him. 

“Ilya, Your eyes are going to burn holes into my soul.” He muttered, turning around after he finished buttering the single piece of toast with peanut butter. 

“You should cover up.” I breathed, looking away from him. 

“Oh? Why is that?”

“It’s cool in here. You wouldn’t want to get sick.” I said, keeping my eyes off him. 

“I find it hot in here.” He replied, smirking. 

“Does my bare skin bother you?” Vito said, crossing his arms after he set the plate down and I watched his muscles move, their power right there under the surface. 

“No.” I whispered, yanking the toast off the plate and biting into it. The texture, flavour and sweetness was off-putting. Vito was watching me with an amused expression on his face.

“I think I’ll take my shower now.” He said, and I watched as he left the room.

I finished the terrible toast, and laid out on his couch, smiling softly when I remembered the tense days Matteo and I had before we found him. I was glad to have Matteo, too. He was a good kid. Dealing with him was better than dealing with his ass pain of an older brother. I didn’t hate Alessio either. He was more like an annoying little brother at the best of times.

This building had really become home to me, and I wanted to hold on to it and everyone tightly, for the fear I might lose them. I rolled over onto my back and stuck my hand up to the ceiling.

Memories flooded in from the first time Vito and I met, and it was painful. Not just because of how far I was gone, but because it brought up some of the horrible things they did to me. You could say that was when Vito and I became connected. I still really didn’t understand why he wanted to help me, even now, years after the fact.

I heard something drop, and I got up off the couch, worried that it might be Vito falling or hurting himself. Without knocking, I opened the door and got an eye full of Vito’s bare ass.

“Can I help you?” He asked, turning around.

“Clothing.” I hissed, covering my eyes. I could feel my cock getting hard.

“You were the one who let yourself in without knocking Ilya.”

“I heard something and got worried.” I yelled, flustered, and my cheeks feeling hot.

“You’re bright red, Ilya. Are you embarrassed? Hm?” Vito said, his tone slipping into a dangerous range, as he seemed to get closer to me. I swallowed, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. I shook my head, trying to stay composed.

“No, I just… I don’t know what to say.” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. Vito smiled, his eyes still focused on my face as he leaned in closer.

“Well, I think you should say something,” He said, his voice low and husky. I felt my cheeks flush even further, as I tried to think of something to say.

“I… uh… I…” I stammered, feeling my heart racing in my chest. I tried to leave the room, but Vito pulled me closer and closed the door before he pushed me against it.

“Close your eyes, Ilya.”

“What? why! Let me leave so you can get——” He reached between my legs and touched my cock, and I closed my eyes.

“I hate how good it feels to have my hands on you, Ilya. Ive never had feelings towards another male before. I would kill for you.” Vito said, his lips brushing against mine.

“Please…” I begged him, not even sure what I was begging for. I just knew I needed it now.

“I’m going to slip my hand into your boxers, bare with me,” Vito said. His words flowed like honey, smooth and rich. I felt his hand brush up and under my shirt, and I relaxed in his hands. I trusted him not to hurt me. He seemed to sense this, and spoke.

“If you want me to stop at any point——”

“Please don’t.” I said, sounding desperate. I wanted his hands on me more than he knew. I needed it.

“Ilya, listen to me. If you need me to stop at any point, or your lose your erection, it’s alright.”

“God, shut up and touch me.” I groaned, trying to pull his naked body even closer to me. I didn’t know why he was like this, but I didn’t want him to stop. Hell, I was positive this was a dream, and I had passed out actually on the couch and I would wake up soon.

Feeling his fingers wrap around my cock was surreal.

“Vito…” I whispered. He took his hand off my cock and lifted me up and away from the door. He dropped me on the top of the bed and just looked at me. “Your ribs, Vito. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Hush, it’s fine.” He said. I didn’t fully understand what was going on here, not even when he crawled on the bed and hovered over me, before he asked me to lift my hips. He pulled down my pants and boxers. I closed my eyes.

None of this was real. It couldn’t be. Vito wasn’t like this. Even a kiss from him was mind blowing and it had happened. But now this? I had to be dreaming on the couch, passed out from my meds.

Opening my eyes, I pinched myself hard on the exposed skin of my hip and hissed. It hurt a lot. Vito rubbed the spot on my hip, now red.

“Ilya, why would you do that?”

“I was trying to wake myself up from this dream. God! Why am I dreaming about you being naked?” I yelled.

“You’re not dreaming. This is real, Ilya.”

“It can’t be, you're not gay and you’ve never made a move to touch me like this before this week and I——-”

“Ilya, this is very real.” Vito moved his fingertips over my skin, and I felt his warmth. “I am real, right here, Ilya.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” I pleaded, and he looked at me.

“If I don’t, someone else will, and I refuse to allow that. I can’t allow that. I won’t.”

He touched my cock again, his fingers wrapped around my length. He moved his hand slowly. I couldn’t remember what it was like to have someone else touch my body. I couldn’t even remember what it was like to cum.

“Vi..to..” My voice shook when I called out his name. His eyes were deeper than I had ever seen them, and I was getting lost in them. Pleasure tingled in my toes, and up my spine, and it was like a bubbling pot, and when it spilled over I jerked.

Wetness hit my skin as my hips jerked involuntarily, and I looked down. My cum was dripping out of the end of my cock and onto my stomach. Looking at Vito, he had ropes of my cum on his hand and chest.

“God! I’m sorry!” I cried out and worked to stand. Vito held me down with his clean hand.

“Ilya, you best not try to stand just yet. You're trembling. Just lay here. I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.” He got off the bed and left the room. I lifted my left hand and watched it shake. Sitting up, I watched my legs twitch. Waves of anxiety came over me.

Why had I done that? What if this changed everything? What if he hated it? What if——

“Ilya, you look like you might be sick.” Vito said. As he came back into his bedroom, boxers hung low on his hips. He got on the bed again and wiped me down with the warm, damp cloth. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks and took the pillow off the bed and covered my face.

“Ilya?” Vito said, his voice full of concern.

“I’m fine. I think I’m broken.”

He took the pillow off my face. “You’re not broken. Your body just did something it hasn’t done in a few years. Just lay here and relax. Let your body sort itself out.”

I nodded, and Vito went and found me some boxers, dressing me in them before he went grabbed his phone, and returned to the bedroom. He pulled back the blankets, and I slipped underneath them.

The anxiety faded, and I felt pretty stress free, but tired.