WHO’S BOSS (BL)

Who’s Boss? There isn’t much to say when it comes to The Executioner and The Judge. They were partners hired for assassination. They don’t take orders from anyone but when they do, they do it with finesse. Ricardo stepped on the shower first. Warm droplets of water ran down his back, washing his daytime stress down the drain. Marco opened the door and watched him applying soap over his chest. Such a sight to behold. "I didnt inow you like the cucumber scented soap I bought." He smirked. Ricardo turned to face him. The warm temperature rose a couple Celsius higher. "I think people call it ’dripping with hotness’." Marco smiled. Ricardo pulled him in and they both showered while kissing. It’s not in everyone’s luck to have a hot muscular guy messing with you in the bathroom. Lucky for this two. "You never called." Ricardo whispered in his ear with a gruffy voice. He laid his hand on Marco’s arm and ran it down his biceps up to his chiseled chest. Marco returned the affection and leaned closer to him. Their bodies against each other. "Mmm." Marco’s moan sent signals for Ricardo to get going. "You purr quiet nicely." "Wait, we have to talk about this request." Marco snapping back to the urgent matter. "Tell me the details." Ricardo seemed interested but he didn’t stop caressing his boyfriend’s chest. The latter pushed him away to get some space for the discussion but Ricardo held his hands over his head against the bathroom wall. "Paws off. You can talk while I do you." He started licking Marco’s nippl3s. "Hngggh! A certain Peralta wants us to- ooh!" He stammered as Ricardo tongue journeyed downwards. "You were saying?" He smirked, teasing Marco as his hands trailed to clasp his bvtt cheeks and pull the now erect p3nis into his mouth. "Exterminate his own- ughhh!" He can feel the mouth wrapping his d1ck. The motion of the tongue tickling the sensitive parts of his c0ck instantly robbed him out of words. He instinctively grabbed his lover’s hair to guide his pace as he technically fvcked his boyfriend’s head. They’ve been together for almost five years killing and dodging bullets over their heads but neither of them thought they’d end up on each other’s arms fvcking like rabbits. They realized it just three months ago after they dark tequila and thanks to their low alcohol tolerance, they tried to play hooky and Marco ended up like a little trooper blowing Ricardo’s whistle. Sobered and seeing the state they were in, they weren’t able to talk to each other after that. A moth later, Ricardo paid him a visit. That visit didn’t take long to end up both of them ***** on the floor having Marco to play catcher. That started their relationship. Obviously they were getting the hots for each other and both are too scared to bend the knee and confess "I’m gay, I like you." No one really accepts that kind of proposition in their line of work. Marco can feel cvm crawling up his c0ck but Ricardo flipped him on all fours and delayed the process. Yeah, he liked playing that. "∆ss up, tiger." Ricardo pushed his d1ck and rubbed it in and out of Marco’s backside. He had his way inside before but Marco’s *** just never gets loose. It wraps around his c0ck tightly almost sucking it in and never wants to let go. It excited him more thinking that way. He never knew fvcking Marco is no less like fvcking a woman. He can feel himself throbbing inside Marco’s ∆ss. He leaned over to bite his man’s ear and he heard a moan that satisfied his intentions. "Faster." Marco begged. "Please." Ricardo knew his partner isn’t far from reaching his peak and so does he. Sweat dripping from his brows as he tried to keep up with both their desires. He flexed his muscles tightened his grip as he felt himself sliding into the depth of ecstacy. His heavy grunting harmonized with their moans that one can only hear pleasure resonating inside rheir bathroom. "I’m cvming." Short of breath, they both reached their desires and shoot cvm on the floor and on each other’s bodies. "So, this Peralta guy wants his brother dead?" Ricardo nuzzled Marco’s neck. "Correct." Marco knew he had to wear turtle neck after this man prints new marks on his neck. "And you’re coming with me next week? Hm?" "Excuse me?" Marco actually stepped back away from him, confused. "It’s my parent’s anniversary." He made a silly smile. Marco knew he skipped the "death" part of the phrase. His parents both died after during a military operation gone out of plans and they were counted as casualties. "Of course." At least, he wouldn’t be lonely having him around. _________________ They were burried side by side. Ricardo squats as he placed the flower on the grave. He didn’t talk to their grave as Marco had expected but he gave him a silver ring. "If this is your way of proposing, its not romantic at all." Marco said. "What? No! Hold that for me!" He drew his gun from his shoe. Disappointed, but he wore it in his ring finger. He too drew his gun from his shoes. Three shots echoed. "What were they shooting? Trees?" Ricardo docked behind his parents’ grave and peeked to see the failure of a killer behind the black roover driving past the trees. "That’s what happens when you fake your qualifications in your resume." He mocked but the car is too fast and too far for our short-range pistols. "Thats my mother’s wedding ring. It’s a family heirloom. Hold on to it until your heart finds another person to share your life with. But I hope it won’t be too soon, I wouldn’t be able to accept it." "Can’t you make it a little sweeter?" "I’m saying. I love you! Don’t make me say it again." Marco gave him a peck on the lips. "You’ll have to make up for it tonight." He smiled. __________ They went to Ricardo’s family house. Marco went to check the fridge for ingredients. Seeing he can only make instant noodles, he closed the refrigerator door and saw Ricardo leaning on one side. Looking at him squarely in the eyes. "Watcha making?" "Dinner." "Fvck dinner." Ricardo said and kissed him on the lips. He but it lightly and it stung a little but it feels good. He pushed Marco the counter and pressed on his body. He can feel his face getting hotter. He doesn’t to acknowledge it, letting Marco stay beside him means he’ll fall harder in love with the man. Marco didn’t protest but responded only with the same passionate kiss. His hand cupped Ricardo’s face that felt a little rough, unshaved for three days. The lips that invaded his started to crawl down his neck. Not again, he thought. It’s too much of a hassle to hide hickeys during summer. "You don’t like it?" Ricardo stopped for a moment. "Can you just not leave marks on my neck?" "Ok. How about here?" Ricardo pointed to his chest. "Mmhm." "How about here?" He pressed his ******. "Mmmhm." "How about here?" He circled his thumb against his side. "I liked it there too." "Aren’t you a greedy one?" "Uhuh. You make me want more." "Oh yeah?" Ricardo pushed him on the edge of the counter and lifted his knees to his side. Marco wrapped his arms over Ricardo’s shoulder. He fumbled his fingers to relieve the growing d1ck of it’s confinement. He wrapped his hands around it and gently rubbed the little hole at the tip. It leaked a little precvm. He gently rubbed it up and down slowly at first. Marco’s breath became erratic. Ricardo, still having his other hand on his chest while his mouth locked against the other guy’s lips. Just a few more pump and Marco shuddered before cvm flowed over Ricardo’s hand. Ricardo brought to hi mouth and licked it. "Stop that." Ricardo kissed him again and he tasted his own cvm. They continued to work together for another year but after Ricardo was shot, they both quit work and now lives together in a farm. They broke up after Marco decided he needs to have a family and have children of his own. Some people aren’t meant to grow old together but they’re still meant to be each other’s love for a while. No matter how short they were together, they still became part of each other life no one could replace. (follow, like and subscribe❤️) (let’s hope some chapters won’t get rejected.)