The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

Epilogue (Part One)

Paris Holmes had not been the only one to age into a chaotically handsome villain. Marcos Gomez, had in all sense of the word, bloomed into something else with the years that had passed, startling anyone that set their eyes on him.

He was taller, his body lithe and trim, his skin smooth and glistening, practically begging anyone who set their eyes on him to touch and his hair... He had grown it longer, letting it reach his shoulders though it was now an ash blond colour, and when he walked to Paris, the air around him was different.

He walked more confidently, swinging his hips with every step, and his clothes—

Paris could see the numerous piercings on the males ears, and the super crop top and the shirt that exposed all of his chest to his bellybutton revealed two pierced nipples that were pink and soft with leather pants that hugged out his shape—

Fuck, the only male that could make il Serpente question his sexuality was here and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"Bunny!"

Alexander jumped on the male face, causing Marcos to let out a laugh. It was soft, like the wind was tickling his face before his Padrino pulled away, clasping the caramel skinned man's cheeks. "Look at you! You're so— Extraordinary! I would ask you to do a little twirl for me but I think if Paris looks at your ass, he would drool—"

"Thank you," Were the first words Paris' dry throat could cough out ever since it jumped ship on him, causing brown melting eyes to fall on his frame as he coughed again, saying with a strained smile. "For your kind words, but that will be enough." Then he turned to Marcos, trying to keep a professional look on his face, said, "And as for you—"

In one swift move, Marcos was pressed on his body, his arms wrapped around him and Paris, for the second time again, had his voice box fail him as the soft smell of cookies wafted to his nose, frying his entire senses then watched the male pull away, his hands now on Paris' cheeks, cradling it as he said in a voice only both of them could hear, "It is nice to see you as well, mayor hermano."

Hearing that name... After so many years, Paris had never thought a name could have as much effect as it did at that second as he stared back, his voice still refusing to return before he heard the green haired male behind him say, "Instead of staying here and looking longingly into each other's eyes, why don't you take him over to your place instead?"

The double meaning to that sentence wasn't lost as Paris felt the air around him and his men shift from mild confusion to utter loss. Their Don never smiled with anyone, or acted by anything. In truth, the only one he showed a sliver of emotions too was their older boss, Alessandro, and now some pretty twink had him speechless, and they were going to his house?

Paris narrowed his eyes at the male. "I don't think—"

"No one was asking what you thought," Alexander cut in, turning to Marcos with a bright smile on his face. "You must be tired from your flight and you need to rest. Plus, I bet there's some catching up to do. Don't you think so?"

"Mhm," The other male said, a soft smile still on his face before turning to Paris, saying quietly, "There are somethings I would like to speak to you about. Privately. Please."

Paris had heard many people tell him that word, please, a thousand times, and never had he wanted to do as they asked.

Not until now. Plus, he could tell that something was wrong and from his past memories, he could never sit well with a sad Marcos.  "I told you to stop asking for things. There is nothing I wouldn't give."

Marcos' smile brightened, a little, and Alexander used that opportunity to clap excitedly again, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Finally! Something to do! I shall take over while you're away. How does that sound?"