From when it all started... (MXM)

3) Trust

Jean's POV:

"FUCK, right there. oh god!" He kept moaning as I pounded against his prostate, feeling all too pent up in emotions I was holding on to for a while. Technically, I was not having the least bit of fun for a quick fuck like this, but at least it took my mind off things. 

"I'm about to. fuck I'm - " The room was filled with loud moans as Nicolas came, leaving behind a wet, slimy trail of cum all over his chest. Feeling satiated, I pulled myself out of him and started cleaning up the mess we caused, when suddenly he grabbed my wrist. I glare at him before he speaks. 

"But you didn't come." He had a pout on his face, but it disappeared when he got up on his knees and started licking my abs. I immediately halted him and pushed him onto the bed.

"Leave, Nicolas." My voice is low and guttural, resonating with absolute disgust at the man in front of me. 

"Ugh. Why? Am I nothing better than a quick fuck for you, Castillo?" 

My eyes widened with rage, and I quickly stormed up to him, grabbed him by his neck, and slammed him to the wall.

How dare he?

"Yes, Nicolas, you're nothing but a mere distraction, and I would love to replace you whenever I please. So better watch your tone and attitude before I behead you and hang you on top of the lamppost." I exclaimed, practically spitting all these words at him.

"I- I'm sorry. I won't do it again, Mr. Castillo." His face was pale, and his eyes were almost on the verge of tears had I choked him a little harder. I loosened my grip on his neck, and he quickly scurried to the door, forgetting his clothes, with just a towel draped over his stick figure. I avert my eyes, as I started to get hard again.

God, I guess I have a thing for twinks. 

They are so fragile and easy to manhandle when I have my way with them. No bickering, just pure submission. 

I go to the bathroom and clean myself up of all the filth that man was carrying around with him. I didn't want any traces of me having one-night stands to be out in public, as it would hamper my reputation as an elite mafia head. 

After doing everything possible to get rid of this mess I get into my bathrobe when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Castillo, I have news about Samuel Smith." Raymond's voice was loud and filled with determination as he said those exact words I wanted to hear.

"Come in." 

He entered the room and the first thing he noticed was the number of condom packets scattered near the bed, tracing their way to the nightstand. 

"What the fuck is this, Jean? Didn't I tell you to take it low-key?"

There he is.

He may be my consigliere, but in reality, we both go way back. My family hasn't been on good terms since it was announced that I was going to be the head of the Sylvian mafia. My father believed I had the potential to give my best and take this legacy forward. I had two brothers, and being the middle child certainly had its advantages. My younger brother, Navi was against our family's business. He hated it but never questioned anything. Damian, my older brother is nowhere to be found. We have tried contacting him for 4 years but there is still no sign of him.

Through all of this Raymond has been by my side. He has seen me break but not cry, fall but not drown and most importantly pledged loyalty to me, and I couldn't be more grateful to him.

"I know Ray, but I was lost in the moment. Nicolas was a nice hole to fuck in my defense." I retorted smiling sheepishly after him rolling his eyes and sitting down on the chair near the nightstand.