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After running to my place so I could shower and change, we headed out. I decided to take Micah to my favorite club, if he was moving to the area he would need to know the best places to pick up men.

Having been best friends since we were children, it had been very scary for me to admit to Micah that I found guys attractive. We were fifteen and my parents had known for several years that I was bisexual, but it took me a long time to work up the nerve to tell Micah. He meant the world to me and I had heard too many guys at school saying nasty things about gay people, calling them horrible names and slurs. It would've broken my heart if Micah called me those things or looked at me with disgust. Eventually, my parents convinced me to be honest with him, saying that I couldn't be true to myself if I was withholding something so important from my best friend.

My heart raced as I waited for him to come to my house after school. We went outside and began tossing a baseball back and forth while I tried to fight back the urge to vomit. Micah finally stopped, holding on to the ball. "So, why are you acting so weird?"

"I like girls," I said, my face heated with what else I needed to say and I forced myself to spit the rest out. "And guys." I stood there shaking, waiting to see what he would do.

Micah grinned widely at me. "Thank God! Me too," he exclaimed simply as he resumed our game of toss. "Except the girl part, they're kind of gross." I'm not sure I had ever felt so relieved in my life. My parents later admitted that they had suspected Micah was gay and wanted us to be honest with each other, so we could support one another. That day solidified our friendship and strengthened the bond that still existed between us.

I smiled at the memory as I pulled Roxie up to the club's valet service.

"What's that smile about?" Micah asked.

"I'm just glad you're home," I said simply. Micah clasped his hand on my shoulder as we entered the club.

We made our way to the bar as the heavy bass reverberated through my chest. We each ordered a cold beer and I noticed the way the bartender eyed Micah up and down like a starving man. While we had always been more like brothers than friends and had never seen each other in a romantic way, I could admit that Micah was a stunning man. At 6 feet he always had been, with his stormy gray eyes, golden skin, and dark hair cut short in a military fashion. I chuckled at how many heads turned his way when we sat down at the bar.

We were on our second beers when the man next to Micah began flirting with him. I swiveled my stool around to check out the sea of people on the dance floor. Sweaty bodies filled the dance floor, bumping and grinding against each other to the beat of the pulsating music. I scanned the crowd until my eyes landed on an extremely tight, sexy body that seemed very familiar. I tried to convince myself it wasn't really Shane, but then the beefy guy he was grinding up on spun him around, giving me a perfect view of his face.

"Dude, I've been talking for you for two minutes and you haven't heard a word I said, what are you staring at?" Micah asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Shane's here," I said trying to calm mm racing heart.

What was he doing here with someone else? I knew we never said we were exclusive and I was the one who had insisted on keeping things casual between us, but I never expected to see him out with someone else two days after I fucked him on my desk.

"He is? Where?" Micah asked excitedly, craning his neck to look all around.

"Over there, grinding on the Michelin Man." I sneered in their direction as I contemplated my ability to rip the man's arms off with my bare hands.

"Wow, he's hot," Micah said approvingly. "Who's he with?"

"Fuck if I know," I growled clenching my teeth.

I glared at them, unable to look away as Shane swayed his body against the man then reached back to wrap his arms around the back of the man's head. A fierce wave of jealousy rushed through me as I remembered what it felt like to have that body grinding against me, not all that long ago, in this same damn club.

When Mr. Big and Beefy reached down and began cupping Shane's cock and Shane tilted his head back, offering his lips to him, I saw red. I was across the room and dragging Shane out of his arms before I even realized I was moving out of my seat.

"What the hell?" the man snarled, moving towards me. Micah got in front of him, spreading his hands on the man's massive chest and said something that must have placated him because he turned and headed to the bar.

I stood there staring at a wide-eyed Shane as I tried to get my emotions under control. I had never felt jealousy like that before and it confused me. It was my rule to not have a relationship, so why was every cell in my body screaming, "Mine!"

"What the hell is your problem?!" Shane yelled as he looked at me like I had suddenly grown two heads.

"My problem? What the fuck are you doing grinding up on some guy when you had my cock buried in your ass just two days ago?" I yelled back, my anger surging again. I took a deep breath and was about to suggest we go outside so we could talk when he got the strangest look of recognition on his face and an amused giggled escaped his lips.

Was he insane? How could he think this was funny?

I stared at him incredulously until I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Everything okay here boys?"

I spun around at the sound of the familiar voice and stood looking at…

"Shane?!" I screeched. My head spun as I helplessly looked back and forth between the two men in confusion.

Taking pity on me, Shane, who had apparently just walked up behind me and witnessed the entire embarrassing scene, placed his hand on my back. "This is my twin brother, James."

"You must be Giovanni. I've heard a lot about you," James said, still laughing.

"Your twin...James is your twin," I repeated stupidly. I felt my face heat up with mortification. That's it. I was going to have to move. Sell my restaurant and move far, far away, where no one knew me.

"People mistake us for each other all the time. Seriously, it's no big deal and I really am happy to meet you," James said kindly, grabbing my hand to shake it.

I felt numb as Micah reached around me to introduce himself to Shane and James. He shook their hands, then leaned into my ear and whispered, "Smooth, G, real smooth." Micah winked at me before he led James to the bar, explaining that he had offered to buy his date a drink while he worked things out and would take James to him.

I released a long breath and then turned back around to face Shane, an apology on my tongue. Instead of the hostile look I had expected, I was surprised to see a happy smile on his face. Crooking his finger at me so I would lean in, Shane whispered in my ear, "I think you care a little more than you let on."

I think you're right, I almost responded. "Come home with me?" I asked instead. Shane nodded and I took his hand, leading him out of the club.

My heart was racing in anticipation of spending the night with Giovanni as I climbed into his Mustang. I watched him as he walked around the front of the car and slid into the driver's seat. The engine roared as he started the sleek car.

"Hello again, Roxie," I said, rubbing my hand across the dash sweetly, making Giovanni chuckle.

I turned my head towards him and felt my cock plump in my jeans as I drank in his beautiful features, visible only by the lights of the dash. My eyes traveled down his profile, from his long lashes that curled at the ends, his straight nose, his strong jaw, and the long column of his throat that I planned to spend time trailing with my tongue. I couldn't wait to be naked together, to feel his hot flesh gliding against my own.

He turned his face towards me and held my gaze before he turned back to watch the road. He swallowed nervously.

"Shane, about tonight…"

"Tonight was fucking hot," I interrupted. He looked at me in surprise and I laughed. "What, you expected me to be pissed off?"

He glanced at me quickly. "Actually, yes. My behavior was embarrassing, uncalled for and I hope you'll accept my apology. I don't know what came over me."

"I thought it was fucking hot watching you go all caveman when you thought someone else was touching me." I swiveled my body in my seat, leaning over the console and cupping his denim-covered cock with my hand. I heard his breath catch as I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down his quickly growing shaft. I smiled at the effect I was having on him and leaned in to place my lips next to his ear, whispering seductively, "There's one thing I've regretted about our time together."

"What...What's that?" he stuttered as his knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"That I haven't gotten to taste you...here," I said, squeezing his dick with the perfect amount of pressure. He moaned loudly as he accelerated the car, which sped through the streets, taking us to our destination. "Do you have any idea how many times I've jacked off to the memories of you bending me over and fucking me? Of the taste of your lips on mine?"

He let out a deep growl as he removed one hand from the wheel and covered my hand with his own, pushing it against his cock as he pumped his hips up trying to get more friction. "You're not the only one," he rasped. "I've enjoyed reliving the feel of your cock sliding down my throat and the taste of you on my tongue. I nearly rubbed the skin right off my dick remembering the feel of your tight hole grabbing onto my cock like it never wanted to let go."

I groaned, dropping my forehead to his shoulder. "You win," I conceded, trying hard not to come in my pants from his words alone.

"Tonight, we both win." He turned the car into his parking garage and whipped into the first available spot, barely turning off the ignition before he was out of the car and around to my side. He opened my door and reached for my hand, smoothly pulling me out of my seat. "Let's go, gorgeous." I smiled at the now-familiar endearment, wondering if he even realized he used it on me.

He grabbed me as soon as the elevator doors shut, pulling me into his arms and devouring my mouth. My lungs burned with the need for oxygen, but I didn't care. My need for him was stronger. I pulled his shirt up out of his jeans and began running my hands all over his smooth flesh. My body was greedy for his. I wanted to touch him, smell him, taste him everywhere, all at once. The elevator shuttered to a stop on his floor and we raced to his condo, desperate for each other.

His lips were on mine again as he kicked the door shut behind us and quickly pulled my shirt over my head then turned us until my back was against the wall. He locked his fingers with mine and raised them so my arms were high above my head, then he lifted his head to look directly in my eyes.

"The things I'm going to do to you…" He trailed off, his eyes heavy with lust.

My body shook as his hands slowly glided down my raised arms, along the sides of my neck, smoothing over my chest, and landing on the waist of my pants. He gripped the front of my jeans and yanked my hips forward roughly. I couldn't breathe as I stared at him in a lust-filled daze. He popped the snap on my jeans and teased his finger along the waistband of my underwear. I whimpered as he slowly unzipped my pants and dipped his hand inside my boxer briefs, gripping my shaft tightly in his fist, before he began gliding up and down. My eyes rolled up into my head as he rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock and my legs turned to jelly as he removed his hand and stuck his thumb in his mouth, moaning as the taste of my essence coated his tongue.

He stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine as he swiped his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor, then unbuckled his belt and slid it from his jeans. His jeans followed his belt to the floor and my mouth watered as he hooked his thumbs onto the elastic of his tight black boxer briefs and slid them down his legs. I quickly followed suit with my own jeans and briefs until I stood nude before him.

He leaned forward and took my mouth in yet another scorching kiss. My hands moved up, snaking their way around his neck and pulling him closer to me. A deep groan escaped his lips and he cupped my ass, swiftly lifted me up against him until I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist. I gasped and then laughed.

"I love it when you do that, Gio." His eyes flashed at the nickname and he quickly moved us to the couch where he sat down, my legs straddled on either side of him.

I licked at his mouth before I captured his lower lip between my teeth and tugged on it lightly. His tongue trailed down my throat and I kissed the top of his head, my fingers fanning through his thick hair. I sat up on my knees to align our cocks and began rocking back and forth, rutting up against him as he captured my nipple between his lips and sucked hard, making me cry out from the pleasure I was feeling. His mouth moved to lavish attention on my other nipple, while he reached around and rubbed his finger up and down my crack. His finger quickly found my eager hole and he tapped at the sensitive nerves there, awakening them.

I was quickly edging closer toward the point of no return, so I pushed against his shoulders until he released my nipple. He looked at me with desperation and tension, his voice wavered. "What is it?"

"I'm not missing out on this again. I need to taste you, Gio."

He nodded in consent and I hastily slithered off his lap and onto the floor. I sat back on my heels and stared at his magnificent cock.

"Shane," He rasped and my head shot up to look him in the eyes. "Touch me," he pleaded.

I licked my lips and reached my hand out to run a finger down the length of his steel hard shaft. His hips jutted up at the contact and he breathed out through his clenched teeth. His fingers gripped the cushion of the couch as I leaned forward, swiping my tongue across the head of his cock. The flavor of this incredible man swirled on my taste buds and I swore I had never tasted anything better. HIs spicy, masculine scent filled my senses, making me dizzy.

Giovanni's breathing had become labored and I looked up to see his chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat covered his firm pecs and glistened along his rippling abs. My gaze scrolled over the deep cut of v muscles that I longed to lick. I reached up and grabbed his hands, placing them on the top of my head. He looked down at me with glassy eyes, noting my silent invitation, then he gripped my hair and lined my mouth up with the head of his cock. I opened up, loving the way his girth stretched my lips wide around him. He bucked his hips up gently while pushing down on my head and I felt him slide along my tongue until he hit the back of my throat. He held me there for several seconds and I swallowed around him, causing him to lose control, his hips bucked wildly towards my waiting mouth.

I took it all and relished the feel of him possessing me. I sucked him for several minutes, hollowing my cheeks on my upward strokes.

"Stop!" He gasped breathlessly.

I leaned back on my heels, licking my lips and looking up at him coyly through my lashes. "Not good?" I asked innocently.

He reached down, grasped me beneath my armpits, and lifted me up his body as he stood. I wrapped my legs around him and he swatted my ass, hard. My eyes widened in surprise as he said, "That's for being mouthy." His eyes sparkled with amusement.

"I thought you liked my mouth," I answered saucily.

"I liked it a little too much, that's why I needed to stop you. Now it's my turn to show you what my mouth can do."

My heart beat wildly at the promise in his words. He carried me into his kitchen and laid me down on the island. The marble top was cool, but felt incredible on my overheated skin. I looked up at him, thrilling at the hungry look on his face as his eyes devoured my naked body, spread out before him like a buffet.

"Tell me about your tattoo." His fingers trialed over the ink on my left hip. It was a small red heart with the time 2:38 a.m. written in the middle in black ink.

"It's the time I was born. James has a matching one that says 2:34 a.m."

He bent down and placed a gentle kiss over my tattoo and my heart swelled in my chest. His hands ran over the tops of my legs gently before working their way down to my inner thighs and pulling them apart roughly so I was laid out, spread eagle.

I suddenly felt very vulnerable as his eyes raked over my naked body. "You are so beautiful," he whispered as if he sensed my nervousness. He reached up and slid his index finger inside my mouth. I eagerly closed my lips around it, swirling my tongue around his digit. He pulled it out slowly and let it side over my torso and ending at my happy trail. My head fell back against the marble as I let my eyes slide shut.

They popped open a moment later when I felt something warm and wet glide over my hole.

"Gio!" I gasped. I tilted my head up to look at him, only to find him kneeling with his head between my legs. I stared in disbelief as he looked at me, widened his tongue, and swiped it along my hole, not letting up that time. My eyes rolled up in my head at the overwhelming sensations that flooded my body. I had heard of rimming, but never had it done to me before. I knew I should feel embarrassed at the highly intimate act, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything except pure bliss. Giovanni teased my hole with his expert mouth as he nibbled and sucked at it, spearing me with his tongue until I was out of my mind with pleasure.

"Please, please, please," I begged unashamedly. Giovanni stood and quickly ran to his room, coming back with a bottle of lube and a condom, smiling at me in triumph. He quickly sheathed himself with the condom and slicked himself up with lube. I panted as he lubed my hole and worked a finger in gently. He looked down as he worked both of his slick index fingers into my hole and my back jackknifed off the counter when his finger pressed against my prostate.

"Fuck me now." I gasped as he slid his cock all the way in with one smooth motion. I welcomed the burn that came along with him filling me. He held still, allowing my body to adjust to his invasion, trembling at the restraint he forced upon himself so he wouldn't cause me pain.

"More!" The word barely left my mouth before he gripped my hips and slid my ass to the very edge of the counter. He entered me again and began pumping his cock into me, grazing my prostate with each stroke. My body slid across the smooth surface of the marble with each powerful thrust. I hooked my legs around him, pulling him in and he pounded into me relentlessly, his hands gripping my thighs so hard I would probably have bruises, but I didn't feel the pain. My sole focus was on the delicious sensation of having his body joined with mine.

As my need began to build, I reached down and tugged on my cock at a fast pace. Fire raced down my spine and my body drew tight as my orgasm hit. I lay there gasping for air as Giovanni pumped in and out of me several times before going completely rigid. He threw his head back and called out my name as I felt him fill the condom inside me. He was the most breathtakingly beautiful thing I had ever seen.

He pulled out gently, leaned over me, and began lapping at my stomach and chest, cleaning up my release from my body. My chest squeezed almost painfully and moisture filled my eyes as I realized I was completely, one hundred percent, in love with Giovanni Russo.

XxX

I woke slowly the next morning, my mind not wanting to leave the beautiful dream I was having. My eyes fluttered open and I smiled as I saw Giovanni sleeping soundly. It hadn't all been just a dream. I really had spent the night with the man I loved. His arms were wrapped securely around me and his legs were entwined with mine. I breathed deeply, enjoying the spicy, manly scent I had come to associate with Giovanni. I leaned forward and nuzzled my face gently against the crisp hairs on his chest, loving how they tickled my cheek.

I felt him stir and looked up to see his gazing down at me. "Morning," He said with a lazy smile.

"Good morning." I kissed his chest then worked my way up his throat and finally landed on his full lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I kissed him gently.

"I don't mind." He nipped gently at my lower lip. "At all." He rolled our bodies until he was lying over me, the weight of him a comforting blanket to my body. He licked at my lips, willing me to open to him. I did and his silky tongue swept in to mate with mine, dipping in and out much like his cock did to my body last night. I felt my body heat up at the memory and I reached down between our bodies grasping both of our cocks in my fist.

I captured his gasp in my mouth at the feel of our shafts gliding against each other. He thrust his hips up, fucking my fist, and heightening my pleasure as he began thrusting his hips frantically. I felt my orgasm rush through me just as he stiffened above me, straining, and we both came hard all over my chest.

He dropped down over me, not caring about the mess of our combined seed between us. Gasping for air, I combed my fingers through his hair holding him close to me. I would never grow tired of this man. Once his breathing had evened out he lifted himself gently, but I quickly pulled him back down. "Just another minute," I pleaded.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, lowering himself to rest his weight on his forearms that caged me in on either side of my head.

"You won't." We laid there, gazing into each other's eyes and I reached up to place my hands on either side of his perfect face. Unable to contain my feelings any more I whispered, "I am so in love with you." His eyes grew wary and I felt him tense above me, so I held on tighter, not letting him escape. "I know you've been hurt and I know you're not ready to say it to me," I continued calmly, surely. "But after last night, I know you care and that's enough for now. I just had to tell you, I love you with my whole heart, Gio."

His body relaxed slightly, but he was still cautious as he looked into my eyes, searching. "Why do you call me Gio?" he finally asked.

Sensing his need to change the subject, I smiled at him shyly. "Everyone calls you Giovanni or G. I wanted something that was just mine, something that would help me stand apart."

"You already stand apart," he said softly then began kissing me deeply. He may not be ready to open his heart to me yet, but his words and actions gave me hope that someday he would.

He lifted off of me and chuckled at my pouting face. "First one to the shower gets a blow job." He laughed loudly as I quickly jumped from the bed and nearly face-planted when my feet became tangled in the sheets. I could still hear him chuckling as I rushed into his en suite bathroom to turn on the faucet in his giant walk-in shower.

After a long hot shower, where Giovanni proved he was a man of his word and I proved to be a gracious winner by returning the favor, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast for us. I took my time wandering around his condo, trying to learn everything I could about this man. The first time I had been here was such a whirlwind, I didn't get a chance to really look at anything.

His place was modern and sleek with pale gray walls throughout and bold masculine furniture. It was clean and organized, but not in an OCD kind of way, just a neat and tidy, cared for kind of way. He obviously had no qualms with spending money on his personal surroundings, if the 90' LED TV taking up an entire wall in his living room, or the astonishing view from the city from his floor to ceiling windows, was anything to go by. Not to mention the state of the art, fully equipped kitchen he was cooking in. I felt myself blush as my gaze landed on the marble-topped island counter and I remembered the way he had spread me out on it and played my body like a finely tuned instrument.

"Uh-hem." Giovanni cleared his throat causing me to jump and my face to flush furiously as being caught. He wore a sexy smirk on his face as he sauntered over to me and kissed me soundly. "It's so fucking sexy when you blush," he said, his breath ghosting across my lips. A shudder ran down my spine at his nearness and he chuckled, knowing the effect he had on me.

He made his way back into the kitchen to finish breakfast and I wandered over to the enormous stone fireplace to look at the framed pictures he had displayed on the mantle. There was a picture of an older couple, gazing at each other lovingly and I knew immediately they must be Giovanni's parents because he looked exactly like his father, but he had the same piercing blue eyes as his mother.

The next picture was of Giovanni, Ashley, and Marco standing in front of Russo's as they cut a giant ribbon on what I assumed was opening day. The last picture was of Giovanni and Micah: the man I had met last night. They were young, probably sixteen or seventeen years old, and appeared to be camping as they were sitting side by side with marshmallows hanging on the ends of the sticks they held. They were smiling and Giovanni had his arm thrown around Micah's shoulders as Micah laid his head on Giovanni's shoulder.

He called me to breakfast and I shuffled to the table and spread my napkin across my lap. "Thank you, this looks amazing." I cut into the omelet he made and my stomach growled loudly at the sight of the cheese, peppers, and mushrooms inside.

He chuckled at me. "Eat up, we've both worked up quite an appetite," he said pointedly, making me blush again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that," he murmured.

"So, how was everything at work while I was gone?" I asked as we ate.

Gio stared at his plate, suddenly very interested in the food there. "It was fine," he answered gruffly and I wondered at the change in his attitude. When he glanced up and saw the confusion on my face, he simply shrugged his shoulders. "It was a long two days, all right?" He started eating again, avoiding my gaze. A wide smile spread across my face as the meaning behind his words sank in.

"I missed you, too," I responded easily and went back to eating, but not before witnessing the smile playing on his lips.

When we were finished eating, I offered to wash the dishes since he had cooked, but he insisted on standing beside me as he dried dishes and put them back in their proper places. We worked quietly together until he caught my gaze once returning to the pictures on the mantel. "What's wrong?"

We had both proven jealous tendencies already so I decided a direct approach would be best this time. "I noticed the picture of you and Micah on the mantle and I met him at the club last night...with you."

"What do you want to know?" Giovanni asked quietly.

I felt a small moment of panic. Did I really want the answer to his question? "Exactly how close are you two?"

Giovanni leaned back against the counter and pulled me to stand between his legs, placing his hands on my hips. He looked at me through his thick lashes and smiled sweetly.

"Micah and I met when we were seven years old. We became inseparable and stayed that way all through school. We supported each other when we discovered that he was gay and I was bisexual and my parents adored him. He had a rough childhood when his dad learned he was gay, and...well, let's just say he took it very badly. So Micah moved in with me and my parents for the last two years of school, becoming more of a brother than just a friend to me. After school, I went off to college and Micah enlisted and became a Navy SEAL. I haven't seen him in three years, but he showed up at Russo's yesterday to let me know that he was retired from the military and is moving back home. We went out to celebrate and that's why we were at the club together. Micah is the best friend I've ever had and I can't imagine my life without him." He leaned towards me to brush his lips against mine and I sank against him in relief.

"So, you never experimented together?" I teased him.

He smiled against my lips and slid his hands down to cup my ass and pull me closer, brushing our erections together deliciously. "Not once. We've never even seen each other that way, but I'd be more than happy to experiment with you." He sealed his mouth over mine in a heated kiss.

We made out for several minutes until I pulled back and looked at him. "I have another question…"

He sighed. "You have nothing to worry about, I promise." He trailed kisses down the side of my neck.

I laughed as he hit a ticklish spot. "I believe you, this is about something else. I wanted to ask you if you would spend Easter with me and my family." I said before rushing on, afraid of his refusal. "We spend the whole weekend at my parents' cabin in Tenessee and all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins as well as my grandparents, come as a sort of family reunion and there are games and tons of food and-"

He placed his hand behind my neck and pulled forward, silencing me with a kiss. "I would love to spend Easter with you and your family, thank you for asking me." He answered simply.

I squealed and threw my arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. "I'm so excited! Thank you." I kissed him one more time. "I better get going so I can get changed before I'm late for work. My boss can be a real tyrant," I said jokingly, ducking out the front door as he reached for me.

"Maybe he should punish you when you misbehave," he growled in my ear when he caught up to me at the elevator.

"In that case, I'll make sure I'm very naughty." He chuckled and kissed me the entire time we rode the elevator down to his car.

Done! So, it looks like Giovanni and Shane are growing closer and will be spending some quality time together soon!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!

Again, I hope you all enjoyed and that you all are staying safe out there! The next chapter of this will be up next week! And for those of you reading Twin Flames, the next chapter of that will be up within the next couple of days. :)

Until then!

-Epically Obsessed