•Steven's POV•

"I can stay at a hotel," I offer, thinking about how much easier that'll probably make the situation for everyone. "Or I can go back to New York and visit again at a better time, I know-I know everything is a bit hectic right now."

"Why would I want you to go? You just got here yesterday." Damien says from the bathroom.

It's about 6 a.m. and after everything that happened with Cody yesterday I figured it was best that I just make myself scarce the rest of the day because I knew if I tried to be there for Damien my presence would not help Cody's mental state. And I also knew that Damien is pretty much the only person who wants me here at all.

Javier and Julia stayed the night after everything that happened and Damien spent the rest of the day in his room with Cody, so it was pretty much just the three of us in a very tense atmosphere for a majority of the day and that was exactly as uncomfortable as it sounds.

For that reason I've just been hiding in the guest room that I'm staying in since then. Damien knocked on the door a couple of minutes ago asking if I would mind if he showered in here since Cody was asleep in his room and he didn't want to wake him up.

"I'm just saying," I say, sitting up on the edge of the bed as I watch the steam of the shower pour out from the open bathroom door. "I know that you're going through a lot right now with helping Cody, and if this isn't a good time for us to try again, I understand." I tell him.

I don't hear a reply from him, but I do hear the shower water turn off, and the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. A few moments later he's walking out of the bathroom, a towel bound tightly around his waist and the beads of water still clinging to his sculpted chest.

He brings his hand up, slicking his wet brown hair to the back as he walks over to me on the bed. I stand up, looking into his eyes and trying to keep my mind focused on the conversation because now is really not the time to be thinking the horny thoughts that are trying to creep into my mind.

He brings his hands up to my face, caressing my cheeks in the warm embrace of his hands.

I close my eyes.

Allowing the feeling of his touch to calm my mind, while it does the opposite for my body as I feel the heat radiating from his skin because he's so close to me.

"There isn't ever going to be a perfect time for us, and even if there was, I'm not waiting any longer to be with you." He tells me.

I smile, opening my eyes just to be drenched in the deep blue of his eyes.

"Is that so? I remember the chase being your favorite part of any relationship," I tease.

He smiles, his hands leaving my face and instead wrapping around my waist and pulling me more into his body.

"The chase is always nice," Damien says smugly. "But the prize is always better."

I laugh, pushing him back and breaking free from his arms.

"You just think you're so cute, don't you?" I say laughing as I reach over to pick his fresh clothes up from the bed. I toss them at him.

He catches them, tossing them to the floor as he steps forward. A smirk on his face and his hands on my hips again as he throws me onto the bed.

And before I have time to even try and sit up, he's climbing on top of me, straddling me and pulling at the hem of my shirt to lift it up and over my head.

"Are you reading my mind?" I ask him, leaning up and letting my tongue cascade over his nipple. I grip his hips in my hands, licking my way from his nipple, up his neck and to his lips, loving the small moan I managed to pull from him.

I haven't heard that in too long.

Before I can kiss him he's shoving me back down onto the bed, his hands tussling with the buckle of my belt and undoing it.

"Some of us enjoy foreplay you know," I tease at his eager energy, swatting his hands away as I unbutton my pants, and he shifts his weight off of me as I pull them down along with my briefs, kicking them down my legs and off of the bed.

"I just missed you," He breathes out, a breath of relief and impatience as I watch his hungry blue eyes look me over like a canvas hanging on display in a gallery.

And that's a very sexy thing to see. Pine for me, lust for me, hunger for me.

"Hmm," the moan leaves my mouth and I reach forward and pull the towel from his waist, leaning up and placing a hand on his waist and another on the back of his neck before pulling him down and turning us over so that I'm on top of him.

I lean down, capturing his lips in mine as he pulls my body closer to his, his hands cupping perfectly over my ass like that's all they were ever made to do.

This feeling, I feel like I've been walking through the last seven years of my life craving this feeling.

I grind against him slowly, his tongue finding mines in a hungry hunt as he delves into my mouth, exploring, remembering, savoring.

I card my hands through his hair, feeling him rub up and down my back.

"You got to taste me," I say against his lips, "Now I wanna taste you too," I whisper to him, breaking away from his lips and beginning a slow descent of kisses down his body.

His hands are in my hair now, and my mouth is latching down on his skin. Biting, licking, and sucking at the skin of his chest, leaving no ab untouched, unloved, unmarked.

I've missed the way he tastes, I've missed his skin on my tongue, I've missed the way he smells.

"God," I groan burying my nose into the little trail of hair that begins beneath his belly button.

By the time I make it down to where I'm trying to be his erection is leaking, practically crying for my attention and I gladly indulge it.

Taking him into my mouth hungrily, I hear the most beautiful sound leave his lips, and I look up at him to see one of his hands gripping the bed sheet, the other with an aggressive hold on his hair as his teeth attempted to keep his moans a bay by tugging at his bottom lip.

His eyes were shut, his face scrunched in absolute pleasure as I suck harder, letting my head rise and fall as my hands grip the base stroking whatever my mouth misses.

He was successfully holding back all the moans that I knew I was earning from him, and even though I was loving the way the thickness of him filled my mouth and left room for nothing else, I released him from my mouth, getting a yearning groan out of him as his hips bucked forward, hoping to find the bliss of my mouth once again.

"I wanna hear you," I tell him huskily, "And don't make me say it again," I warn.

I grip him in my hands, loving the way his body twitches beneath my touch and since I know he's going to make me work for it, I get to work.

I work him with my hand, stroking up and down until I have his back arching off of the bed. I take my arm and wrap it around his thigh, holding him closer. I use this grip on him to hold him down gently sucking on his balls and drawing all of those beautiful little noises out of him.

"Oh, fuck," He moans out. I suck lightly yet attentively, letting my tongue trail back up his penis, licking from the base to the tip and taking just the tip into my mouth and sucking fiercely before encapsulating him completely and feeling him fill my mouth to the brim as he hits the back of my throat repeatedly.

His hands card their way into my hair and all of a sudden he's controlling the pace, his grip tight on my short black hair as he guides my head up and down rapidly.

"Uhh, Steven, I-ahh, yes, god you feel so amazing," He moans out.

I feel his hands tightening their grip in my hair and his moans escaping into the air and I know he's getting closer.

He's pulsating in my mouth, I can feel every vein and ridge and it has me leaking, my own erection begging for any kind of attention right now but it's all for him.

I look up and his blue eyes are dark and full of pleasure, staring right at me as I take all of him in my mouth and I almost come right then and there.

"Fuck, taste me then, all of me," He moans out, his eyes staying on me as he finally hits his peak, the warm release coating the back of my throat and I swallow eagerly.

I suck slower now, his hands leaving my hair and falling limp to his side. I hear him taking deep raspy breaths while I slowly drain every last drop from him.

When I'm done his hand is immediately wrapped around my neck, pulling me up to him and kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue and robbing me of air that I don't have.

I pull back from the kiss, practically gasping for air.

He smirks.

"Not a damn thing about you has changed," He mutters happily, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

I laugh, shaking my head. "If I suck you off better than your ex just say that then," I say smugly.

I mean, he doesn't actually have to say it.

I already know I do.

"And here I am thinking I'm the cocky one," He says laughing.

I roll my eyes, as I roll over to the side of the bed, "Oh, you are," I confirm for him, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

Just as I'm about to step into the bathroom Damien's hand is clasping around my arm and turning me around, he's in front of me. His tall ass doesn't have more than two inches over me, yet I find him towering over me as he pins me between his body and the wall.

"You didn't think I'd just leave you like that, did you?" He asks, referring to my-at this point very painful-erection that I was just about to go rub out in the shower. I watch as his eyes leave mine and travel down my body.

"You're tired," I say, seeing the dark shadows beneath his eyes. I doubt he got any sleep last night. "You can pay me back tomorrow." I tell him.

Before I can attempt to break away again he spins me around by my hips, and now my back is to him and my chest is to the wall.

"Damien," I moan out through gritted teeth as he begins to stroke me.

His mouth is beside my ear, and I feel his cool breath hitting my face. "It's my turn now," he whispers in my ear.

Sending chills down my spine.

His right hand continues to stroke me, and his left comes around the other side of my body.

"Open," He growls, his voice sexy, and demanding, full of exhaustion and lust. And I do just as he says.

His fingers dive into my mouth, and I suck on them tenderly, moaning around his fingers as he moans in my ear.

He takes his fingers from my mouth and I shudder as I feel him slowly trail them down my back, caressing my spine as he makes his way down, over my ass and right where he's meant to be.

I feel him gently caressing my entrance with his fingers, while working me into heaven with his other hand.

It stings a bit when he inserts the first finger, and I find myself biting my lip to surprise the sound that tries to break free from me as he begins to slowly move his finger in and out.

Fuck.

"Let me hear you, or I'll stop," He warns as he inserts the second finger, moving quicker now, his grip on me tighter and his strokes faster.

Fuck, I'm close.

I haven't felt this way in a really long time. My skin is burning in pleasure.

I forgot I could feel this good.

I forgot feeling this good existed.

"Damien," I groan out, my breathe running away from me as I try to speak through the pleasure, "Either make me cum or fuck me already, stop teasing," I beg.

I feel so close to climax yet so far away.

I just want to feel him inside of me.

I need to feel him inside of me.

I can't think straight, that's all my body's focused on, all my body's yearning for right now.

He pulls his fingers out, making a whine leave my lips as that hand grips my hip and his hand leaves my erection to come and cup in-front my mouth.

"Spit," He says. Without missing a beat I'm spitting the second grade lubricant into his hand, dying with impatience as I hear him stroking himself, coating himself with my saliva.

He lets the tip of his penis brush against the arch of my ass, all the way down until he's there at the entrance and he lets his hand leave my hip and come to grip around my neck.

My hearts beating out of my chest. I feel his erection there, hot and throbbing, and pushing at my entrance and I brace myself for the mixture of pain and pleasure that my body is craving.

And then there it is.

A knock at the fucking door.

"Ignore it," I moan out pleading.

I swear to god if he does not fuck me right now I will hurt him. Damien Vitalé is the master of giving someone blue balls I swear.

"Damien I know you're in here, c'mon I need to talk to you before I head out," Javier's says from the other side of the door as he knocks again.

"Damien, so help me Jesus if you do not ignore him." I cry out, practically in pain from how close I am to cuming at this point.

"He's not going to go away," Damien sighs, his hand loosening its tight grip on my neck and letting go.

I turn around quickly, my hand gripping his neck now as I pull him back to me, "Do I look like I care?" I say to him, my lips meeting his in a heated kiss. Just as my tongue was making its way into his mouth I hear the doorknob turning.

Damien breaks away from the kiss, pushing me into the bathroom just as the bedroom door opens and Javier enters.

"Jesus Christ Javier, okay, give me a minute I'll meet you downstairs!" Damien yells, his hand attempting to cover himself.

"You literally could've said that, or anything at all before I opened the door. Better yet, lock the door next time." I hear Javier say.

The door shuts and Damien turns to me laughing, he leans against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"I'm going to make this up to you," He says with a smile on his face.

"You better," I say simply, shutting the bathroom door in his face.

Who knew Javier could be such a cock block?

Damn.

I turn the shower on, letting it run cool and stepping in. I don't even want to think about getting off now because that pretty much ruined the mood, but also I need more than just my hand can give me at the moment.

So I guess I'm just going to be waiting on that.

I lather my body in my soap, rinsing all the soap suds off of me after and then climbing out of the shower. Brushing my teeth, I head into the bedroom and pull some clothes out of my suitcase and throw them on.

I honestly didn't think I'd be staying long after yesterday, although now it seems like I will, so I guess I'll unpack today.

I make my way downstairs. As I get closer to the front of the house I hear voices coming from the kitchen but before I can even make it there, I hear a voice that I didn't think I'd be hearing for a few days at least.

"It's probably best not to interrupt them right now, they're trying to figure out what to do with me." Cody says.

I look down and he's just sitting on the floor outside of the living room door.

He's dressed in fresh clothes compared to the dirt covered soaking wet ones he had when he showed up at the house yesterday, and instead is now just in some sweats and a white t-shirt.

And he looks like he's got some well needed rest, the tired look isn't looming in his eyes anymore, yet the mental exhaustion is still very clear from the look on his face.

I'm surprised he's even speaking to me.

He made it pretty clear how he feels about me yesterday and while I don't hold any of it against him because really it's just between him and his brother, I know I'm definitely not on his list of top three favorite people right now.

Especially after that right hook he gave me.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

His green eyes look over at me. And unlike yesterday they aren't filled with enough rage and anger to burn down a small town, no, today they're filled with sadness and boredom.

A look as though he knows what the rest of his life is about to look like just because of his episode yesterday. Like he's already processed the thought of everyone around him handling him with care and walking on eggshells around him for the rest of his life and he's already exhausted by the idea of it.

"Well, Javier has a lot to do today, and while he's usually so good at micromanaging everything around him I guess he just doesn't have the time to make sure I don't off myself on his watch, no, he'll be much too busy throwing his attention at his new boyfriend before he returns to England.

"Damien also has a lot of shit to do today that he can't get out of, which means Julia's also busy, which ultimately translates to I'm most likely going to be bored out of my mind as I follow them around all day." He says annoyedly.

"Crazy," I say with a shrug, "You have one little mental breakdown and all of a sudden you aren't trusted to be alone," I reply, my tone dancing lightly with humor and sarcasm.

He squints his eyes at me, his mouth pulling into a straight, unamused line.

Then he smiles. A small but happy laugh leaving his mouth.

"You're funny all of a sudden," Cody says, getting up and walking over to me.

I feel myself tense up, ready to stop him if he goes to take another swing at me.

Although much to my surprise he stops in front of me, reaching forward and pulling me in for a hug as his arms wrap around me and he buries his face into my chest. I hug him back.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to you yesterday," He apologizes, and I can tell this is hard for him to do.

I can't imagine he's had a lot of experience being on the 'righting the wrong' side of an incident.

Because usually, everyone in his life wrongs him. And now he's having to cope with being in a situation where he's the type of person he hates.

"I don't actually hate you or anything Steven...I just feel like-hurt and jealous I guess." He says, his voice quiet, almost as low as a whisper. He doesn't move to break the hug so I continue to hold him tightly.

I have a feeling he needs a hug right now. He's going through a lot.

I see Damien step into the hallway from the kitchen corridor and I shake my head at him before he can speak and interrupt the moment Cody and I are having.

Despite his blue eyes being filled with worry, he nods at me and steps back into the kitchen.

"Just seeing all the energy and effort that my brother is putting into chasing you, I just feel like he didn't put all of that into trying to find me. And that really hurts to see because you're not the only one he walked away from seven years ago," Cody says.

I sigh, rubbing his back as I let my hands grip his shoulders. I push him back and look into his glossy green eyes.

"I know that hearing it, and probably especially hearing it from me won't help you to believe it, but you're the most important person in your brother's life." I tell him.

"Look," I say, as he goes to turn his head away from me, "He may have stayed in New York for me, but he left New York for you. It's always going to be you, Cody. I know you're used to him being the only one in your life that puts you first, and I am not trying to come in and take that away from you after what you've been through.

"The part of him that I want has nothing to do with the part of himself that he's reserved just for you. I know I'm not your brother, but I love you like a brother, and I'd never do anything to get in the way of the most important relationship in both of y'all's life." I tell him honestly.

I'm not here to take anything away from anyone. Truly, if anything I just want to be a part of the small little family they've created between the two of them.

"I believe you," Cody says after a minute. "Now it kind of sucks that I punched you in the face before you got a chance to say anything," He laughs.

"Yeah," I scoff rubbing my left cheek. Im sure the bruise will definitely have begun to set in by now. I popped some pain pills when I woke up this morning so thankfully I don't even feel it. "You Vitalè's have issues," I retort seriously.

Cody smiles, shrugging his shoulders. He leans against the wall.

"What can I say? We're bred this way." He jokes.

"This is about to suck. I'd much rather tolerate hanging around with you all day. You're probably the only one who's going to treat me like a normal human being instead of coddling the hell out of me." Cody groans out.

"Okay," I say, gesturing towards the door with my hand.

We're overdue for some bonding time anyway. I really did want to hang out with him in New York. So now is as good a time as any since I literally have nothing to do today and he's looking for an escape.

"Yeah, as if they're going to let me. Damien may not mind so much but incase you haven't noticed, Javier is not your biggest fan and unfortunately his opinion matter's heavily to my brother," Cody says with a roll of his eyes.

"And don't do me any favors out of pity. You flew all the way to California from New York to hang out with that Vitalè," He says, gesturing towards the kitchen, "Not this one," He argues, pointing to himself.

I laugh, shaking my head.

"What makes you think everything is always about your brother? I can be versatile when it comes to you Vitalè's. Besides, you're funnier than him anyway, and much less cocky. Plus I only have enough pity to go around for myself at the moment. So, if you want to hangout with me today, I'd like that just for the sake of your company, not your current situation." I tell him seriously.

"Okay and who's going to convince them of this great plan?" He asks smugly, clearly underestimating the potential of my brain.

"Oh don't worry I have an idea," I say smirking, "Go get your shoes and stuff and meet me by the front door,"

Cody disappears down the hall and I walk into the living room, grabbing a pen and a piece of note paper from the table in the corner.

I scribble down a few words, not being able to help the smile that widens at my lips as each word hits the paper.

"Hey, let's gooooo!" Cody whispers, sticking his head into the living room from the hallway as he hurriedly waves me over.

I grab the piece of paper, following Cody down the hall. Grabbing Damien's car keys from the hook by the door, I push the piece of paper through one of the prongs on the key holder and we rush out the door.

Payback is a bitch.

•A/N•
There's only one person y'all have to thank for this eagerly awaited Damien and Steven sexy time and that is....

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And you know what I'm embarrassed every time I have to write this "posted on" shit but it helps me with accountability 😭 so here we go lmao, see y'all next time!

Also Cody & Steven are cute as fuck, I love their lil bond 💕

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Posted: January 13, 2024.