RP Character Things

Me and Norge challenge.

Gey box experiment 1

Paring- Romano X New Jersey

(contains Mature content.)

“Uncle Romannnno!”

Romano looked up with a huff. His teenage nephew bounded down the stairs of the cellar like an over excited puppy. He was dressed well at least in the clothes Romano had painstakingly put together for him. The boy wore it well, the Italian had to admit it. He never sat and studied the male form like his gay ass, whiney brother but New Jersey left him in awe sometimes. He wore mob clothes very, very well. Pinstripes defiantly worked for the boy. His body was young and healthy. Romano could tell he was strong but wiry muscle instead of actual bulk. His skin was tanner than his pansy older brothers and his eyes were always so damn blue. He was handsome….temptation incarnate and the stupid fool had no idea.

“What do you want, lad?”

“Uncle Fellatio sent me down here to keep you company!” A big yet strongly attractive goof smile crossed his face as he ran a hand through his loose brown hair. “Plus your in a wine cellar Uncle. I never could pass up a chance to taste fine Italian wine!”

Romano instantly thought some pretty dirty things right way. He was alone….in the wine cellar where no real noise escaped…with his very attractive yet gullible and stupid Nephew…..God damnit.

“I don’t need company. Go back and hang out with that idiot brother of mine. You like being around him better anyway.”

NJ looked confused for a moment. “I love you Uncle. Why would you say such a thing?” he whined like a wounded puppy and sat at Romano’s feet, looking up with those godly blue eyes of his. Romano’s resolve was cracking…he could just….reach down and nudge NJ’s head into his crotch. It’s be easy and NJ was so stupid he could just tell him it was a fun game.

Instead he huffed and looked away. “American Bastard.” he handed him a bottle of fine wine anyway and waves a dismissive hand. “Go back upstairs. I’ll be there in a moment.”

NJ took the bottle and gave him a handsome grin. “Thank you, Uncle!” He bounded up and kisses Romano on the cheek before bouncing up the stairs….and No, Romano so didn’t watch his ass as he did so…..so didn’t….

South Italy sighed and touched his cheek….as he reached down and touched himself. Stupid, beautiful, American brat….. God, that body…that smile…that allure…NJ wasn’t really his nephew but their relationship was too set in stone. NJ would always see him as and uncle...nothing more. He sighed…remembering the feel of NJ’s lips against his cheek and imagined them somewhere else. He bets the brat would be good at it. He always see’s him licking at those damn lollipops as if he was sucking on a cock. That tempting pink tongue always wrapped around the side, moving….sucking…slurping at his treat with erotic delight. What a little fucker….

Romano let out a string of unique curse words as he came hard in his palm, thinking of the American upstairs. Fucking little brat…making him feel so strangely. He wiped his hand on his pants, grunting. He had to change anyway. His idiot brother was taking him and the brat to a fancy mob pasta place tonight. At least he could drown himself in wine and pasta tonight. Not quite his Nephews beautiful body but it would make him feel better….for tonight anyway.