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As appreciative as Hitch had been of Sanguinet’s pizza delivery, it also meant he and Dolo had had to sit up to eat, and he’d immediately missed the warmth of Dolo’s back against his chest. Goody’s stoned lack of filter had set Hitch’s mind wandering—Dolo probably was good with his fingers—and he couldn’t force his brain to stop detouring from every other thought he had.
He ate the pizza faster than he probably should have, nearly burning himself on molten mozzarella cheese. On the floor in front of him, Goody was inhaling chicken wings at superhuman speed, and Hitch noticed Sanguinet watching Goody lick wing sauce from his fingertips with rapt attention.
Then Hitch thought of Dolo’s fingers again, and he sagged back against the couch cushions with a long sigh. Dolo glanced at him, and his face must’ve done something spectacular in response because Dolo grinned, raising an eyebrow as though he could see into Hitch’s brain. Maybe he could. Hitch’s face went red.
“You good?” Dolo asked in a low voice, putting his plate down on the coffee table. Not trusting his mouth to say something acceptable, Hitch just nodded. Dolo didn’t look especially convinced, but he didn’t argue, instead leaning forward to start rolling another joint.
Once again, Hitch’s eyes were drawn to the other man’s slender fingers, deftly spinning the paper into an expertly crafted joint. His mouth went dry as his mind raced, hazy memories of those fingers curled around his shoulder, of a muscled thigh pinning his legs in place and the warm press of Dolo’s bare chest against his back, of mornings when Hitch was the only one awake, so he didn’t have to pretend he couldn’t feel the hard line of Dolo’s cock against his ass or the hot puffs of his breath on the back of Hitch’s neck. He’d lie awake in silence, trying to will away the hardness in his own sweatpants and letting Dolo wake up and move away at his own pace, pretending to be fast asleep.
Now equal parts hazy and horny, Hitch didn’t notice the second was being passed around until Dolo nudged him with his shoulder, making him jump. He took the joint gratefully, breathing in a lungful of the heady smoke and feeling an immediate wave of calm wash over him. He felt Dolo’s gaze on him as he leaned forward to pass the joint to Goody, and when he turned to look, Dolo’s eyes were dark, gazing at him through his eyelashes.
“Thirsty?” Dolo asked, voice low so the others wouldn’t hear him, and fuck if it didn’t make Hitch’s heart beat against his ribs. He fumbled blindly for his martoonie, raising it to his lips and downing the rest, immediately regretting it when the gin sucked any remaining moisture from his mouth. Then, Dolo’s fingers trailed down his spine, pushing up his cable knit sweater to rest his hand against Hitch’s lower back and he almost choked. Their eyes met again, and he watched Dolo’s mouth curl into a knowing smirk. His hand drifted lower, two fingers dipping below the waist of Hitch’s jeans shamelessly. Dolo snickered at Hitch’s responding shudder. Somehow his hand felt even bigger than Hitch had thought, eroding his self-control until he had to drop his gaze to catch his breath.
Dolo had the decency to look sheepish, turning away from Hitch to accept the joint from Sanger, a frankly terrifying reminder that he and Dolo weren’t the only ones in the room. He tried to look anywhere but at Dolo, finding himself staring at the TV, where the lyrics to whatever song Sanger had queued up were scrolling—Hitch couldn’t say he recognized it, but it was soothing enough that he relaxed into the couch cushions, pressing his spine into Dolo’s hand like a cat.
Dolo offered him the joint again, an olive branch, and Hitch accepted, if only to stare at the dense cloud of his exhale and the sharp line of his jaw. The smoke seared his throat, the joint edging ever closer to the filter, and he closed his eyes to let the feeling of fogginess cloud over him, exhaling slowly. In a stunning display of patience, Goody pulled the joint from his grip, and he blinked open his eyes with a huff of laughter. Goody had handed the last of the joint to Sanguinet, eyes fixed on the coach and completely oblivious to
Fuck it. Hitch thought. They’re just ‘s high ‘s I am. What do they care?
He turned decisively to face Dolo, grabbing him by the shoulders and swinging a leg over Dolo’s lap to straddle his thighs. For a moment Dolo looked stunned, then it was like a switch was flipped. His hands flew up, one grasping possessively at Hitch’s ass and the other curling into his hair and swallowing his gasp with a kiss. Hitch let his eyes flutter shut, hiking up the back of Dolo’s shirt to clutch at the hard plane of his back as he was kissed senseless. The grip on his hair was almost painful, and Hitch couldn’t fully stifle his responding groan when Dolo pushed his tongue into his mouth, prodding playfully at the gap in his teeth.
They kissed for what felt like a lifetime, even though Hitch could still distantly hear Sanger's song of choice coming to an end and his own selection beginning. Dolo's hands moved to cup Hitch's face almost reverently as he pulled back to catch his breath.
“Finally.” He murmured, grinning at Hitch with a look of fondness so earnest that he pressed forward to suck Dolo’s lower lip into his mouth, biting down and eliciting a rumbling moan from low in Dolo’s throat. Hitch was almost too caught up in the moment to notice the sharp intake of breath from somewhere behind him, and Goody’s hushed voice drawing Sanguinet’s attention to the situation unfolding on the couch.
This time, Hitch pulled away, shooting Goody a look, daring him to say a word. The younger man, however, seemed to be at a bit of a loss, red in the face as his gaze flicked to Sanger. Hitch understood, then, and climbed off Dolo’s lap, who let out a vague noise of complaint. “Y’ready fer bed, me son?” He asked Dolo, pointedly, offering him a hand and pulling him to his feet. The blood rushing to his brain sent a fresh wave of high, and he stumbled into Dolo’s chest. There was a long moment where Hitch was certain they were going to go toppling over the table, but Dolo managed to steady them and then promptly dragged Hitch into their room, kicking the door shut with a sense of finality.
Hitch could feel Dolo’s gaze on his back as he tugged off his sweater, inhaling sharply when Dolo suddenly curled his arms around his waist, pulling him backwards into Dolo’s chest.
“You’re not subtle at all.” Dolo murmured lowly, pressing a line of kisses up the side of Hitch’s neck. “Thinking about me?” Hitch could only nod, groaning, as Dolo slid one hand around to the front of his jeans, cupping the hard bulge of his dick through the material. “You’re fucking gorgeous, shit—” Dolo broke off to sink his teeth into the junction of Hitch’s neck and shoulder, and Hitch moaned outright, his hand flying up to the back of Dolo’s head in a wordless plea for more. Dolo’s hips bucked forward despite himself, grinding his hardness into the swell of Hitch’s ass.
It was almost overwhelming. The not-quite-enough pressure on his dick, the white-hot sting of Dolo’s teeth against his neck, the way his heart was trying to pound its way out of his ribs. His chest heaved with sharp, ragged breaths that made his head spin.
“Would ya care to get on the go, there, b’y?” Hitch hissed through gritted teeth, head lolling back into Dolo’s shoulder. “Bein’ an awful tease.” No sooner than the words had left his mouth, Dolo spun him around and pulled him until their chests were touching with one hand fisted in the front of his shirt. His other hand trailed lower, hovering over Hitch’s tented jeans.
“Me?” Dolo pulled his hand back when Hitch bucked his hips forward involuntarily, breathing a laugh at the intense and immediate blush that spread over Hitch’s face. “I’m the tease?” He flicked open the button on Hitch’s jeans effortlessly with one hand, staring heatedly into his eyes. “Didn’t take me nearly this long to get Goody out of his pants. You didn’t seem very into it when we woke up pole to hole so I kinda gave up trying.”
“You—“ Hitch gaped at him as the dots connected in his mind, breaking off to groan when Dolo grinned like a Cheshire cat and pressed the heel of his hand into the straining bulge of Hitch’s dick. “Fuck!—I thought ya’s were asleep! Felt wrong to start pushin’ up on ya—“ He paused as Dolo’s words finally hit him. “Hold on. You ‘n Goody? Wait, take two steps back, there, me son. When? What? Where was I?” Quite frankly, Hitch was a little miffed. Where was his invite?
“Down, boy.” Dolo teased in English, thoroughly enjoying the way it made Hitch’s eyelids flutter and his cock twitch beneath Dolo’s palm. “You fell asleep halfway through Bill and Ted and we didn’t want to wake you up.” That had only been yesterday—Hitch had woken up with Dolo stuck to him like a barnacle for nearly a week. He didn’t know what to think, and it definitely didn’t help that he was still most egregiously high. Bogus.
He was dragged back to reality when Dolo let go of his shirt to tug his pants down to his knees, startling an embarrassingly shaky moan from Hitch’s throat. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, however, because Dolo suddenly crowded closer, making him stumble backwards and land heavily on the edge of the bed as Dolo sank fluidly to his knees.
“I knew it.” Dolo murmured approvingly, now eye-level with Hitch’s straining cock. “I knew you’d live up to your name.” Hitch bit the inside of his lip, struggling to keep himself under control when Dolo’s massive hand curled around his hip, pinning him to the mattress. Then, without warning, Dolo sucked half of Hitch’s cock into his mouth, and Hitch’s hands flew to Dolo’s head, pitching forward like he’d been punched in the gut. He groaned appreciatively, eyes blinking hazily open to gaze down at Dolo in awe.
“Jesus.” He breathed, his worldview narrowing until all he could feel was the wet heat of Dolo’s mouth around him. He pulled off with an obscene pop only to swallow Hitch down even further, cheeks hollowed around him. “Your mouth, b’y, oh fuck—” And then he was coming hard down Dolo’s throat, too lost in the aftershocks to care how long (or short) he’d lasted. Dolo met his gaze as he pulled off Hitch’s cock, licking drops of cum from the corners of his mouth.
Immediately, Hitch grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled them both to their feet to pull Dolo into a heated kiss. His tongue pushed past Dolo’s lips, licking into his mouth fiercely. Hitch smoothly turned them around, lips still locked together, his hands wrapping around Dolo’s biceps and pushing him gently backwards until he was laying on the bed. Breaking the kiss just long enough to kick his jeans the rest of the way off, Hitch slid onto Dolo’s lap and kissed him hard, fumbling blindly until Dolo’s cock sprang free from his pants.
The younger man’s breezy exterior had begun to crack, groaning into Hitch’s mouth. He curled his hand around Dolo’s length, and Dolo wrenched his mouth away to drop his head back against the sheets and let out a needy sound of pleasure.
“Gonna make you feel so good, b’y.” Hitch rumbled in his ear as he fell into a steady rhythm. “Gonna make you cum fer me.” He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the dip of Dolo’s throat, feeling the vibrations of Dolo’s intermittent moans grow stronger as Hitch picked up the pace. Dolo was writhing under him in obvious desperation, and Hitch was powerless to resist giving him exactly what he wanted. He twisted his wrist, thumb flicking across the head, and then Dolo shuddered and came with a shout.
Exhaustion began to set in, and Hitch wanted nothing more than to drift into a comfortable sleep, wrapped around Dolo, but the cum on his hand was sticky, smeared across his and Dolo’s stomachs. With a grunt, he climbed off the bed and peeled his shirt off, gently cleaning them both off with the faded cotton. Dolo seemed content to lie back with his eyes closed as he caught his breath, and Hitch gazed fondly at him for a few moments. He tossed his shirt in the vague direction of the laundry hamper, nudging Dolo into shuffling over so they could curl together under the sheets.
Dolo’s chest was warm against Hitch’s bare back, and he pressed a sleepy kiss to the back of Hitch’s neck before they both drifted easily off to sleep.