Bosco

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“I want my first time to be with you.” (Kaz)

Bosco had to clench his jaw to keep his smile minimal. Though, it was apparent. A softness in his expression reserved only for those he cared most for. Kaz’s words touched him in a way that Bosco wasn’t used to feeling. Sure, he had casually dated. Sure, he had sex before. But there was still something so . . . new and amazing when it came to being with Kaz. Bosco wasn’t going to bother trying to understand it. Only to embrace it. Which was how they had wound up in their current positions. Bosco was on top of Kaz, both of them positioned on his couch. It had started with a simple kiss which had deepened, and intensified. Bosco was not overethinking. It was as if his brain had been turned off and his actions ruled by emotions. He had leaned forward, nudging Kaz back until he was on his back against his couch. 

It wasn’t until Bosco’s hands went to the front of Kaz’s pants that the police officer finally paused, breathing heavily merely an inch above Kaz’s lips. As if reminding himself that they had not gone there yet. But Kaz’s words made him wonder . . . if he was ready to. “And I want . . . “ He began to say, continuing to soak in Kaz’s words. “You. Just, you.” Bosco’s hands moved from Kaz’s pants to slide under his shirt, kissing the other male’s lips again. He had to keep his lips from blurting out a perhaps far too sentimental statement . . . especially for Bosco. That while Kaz wanted his first time to be with Bosco, Bosco wanted his last time to be with Kaz. For he found himself wanting no one else, nor imagining wanting to be with anyone else, except for the man before him now. 

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[bosco-boscorelli]

“Kiss me again… Please?” (Kaz)

There weren’t many people that could get away with telling Bosco what to do. Most of the time, it was his mother, his Chief, and sometimes his partner. But, ever since their first kiss. Ever since they broke down that barrier that was between them . . . Bosco found himself more and more willing to give himself over to Kaz. To comply with each request, each plea. In this case, asking for another kiss. Which, was something that he never need ask twice for because Bosco was all too willing to give it. With the professional reasons for them being together now over and set to rest -- the case being officially over -- Bosco felt another level of ease being in Kaz’s company. 

Bosco smiled, tilting his head and leaning towards Kaz but pausing so that his lips hovered over his. Damn, was it ever so tempting to close the distance between them. The single kiss before Kaz’s request leaving Bosco greedy for more. To taste him more. To drink him in. But instead, the cheeky attitude came out as he just smirked. “Where?” He asked playfully, his hands moving to casually rest on Kaz’s waist with one on either side of him. 

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[bosco-boscorelli]

Prompt: [ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears. (Kaz)

Bosco was in a frenzy. Kaz was missing. A matter of a few moments apart and he had fucking lost him. It left the cop in the height of anger, practically shouting at everyone to get their asses moving and find him. One wise ass officer had even made a remark about how Bosco had lost his witness and it sent Bosco over the edge, shoving him aggressively against the wall and ready to break his jaw so that he wouldn’t talk anymore. Unfortunately, he was pulled off of him before he could do that. He knew what everyone thought. Bosco took his job very seriously. His over emotional self often passion for what he did. And let them think that. 

But deep down, Bosco knew it was more than just a job. More than just an assignment. Kaz was more than just a witness. “Take a walk Boscorreli,” his chief told him. And Bosco angrily glared at him but knew that no nonsense face that his superior gave him. Last thing Bosco wanted, was to be taken off this assignment. He stormed off to the lock room, slamming the door shut and starting to angrily slam, kick, and punch the lockers. Conveniently slamming to the ground the one of the officer who made that wise ass remark. 

The only thing that stopped Bosco was the fact that his phone rang. He pulled it out, not even bothering to check the caller ID. “WHAT?” He demanded angrily. But all he could hear was the sound of . . . were those tears? Bosco felt his heart beat heavier in his chest. It was odd. That he could recognize the sound of a cry from someone he had known for what some may consider to be a short amount of time. “Where are you?” He further demanded, a burst of hope finally exploding within him. Or, perhaps that was fear. For what was prompting the emotional response from the other male. 

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[bosco-boscorelli]

Prompt: [ ✜ ] my muse collapses in front of yours, all bloodied and bruised. (Kaz)

This assignment had initially been something Bosco knew was a punishment. Granted, so did his chief. That was why he had put him on this babysitting task. Bosco had caused too much public properly damage and so he wanted to keep him off the streets. Therefore, he was to play bodyguard to a very important witness. Bosco was . . . not the easiest person to get along with. And though he would often be grumpy and restless, he found himself taking this task more and more seriously. Not just because it was his job, but because of the emotional bond he was forming with Kaz. One that was growing deeper and deeper with each passing day. Bosco felt, close to him. In a way that made him walk protectively near him, make sure every room was cleared before entering, and . . . the way he could smile, tease, and laugh in his company. 

They were currently walking on the sidewalk, heading back to where Bosco was forced to park at a fair distance. They had to pick up some food and other things and Bosco wanted to get back before it got dark. It wasn’t safe and after all, Kaz’s safety was number one priority. Which was why Bosco was starting to get a bad feeling. He saw the car start to slow down a little, his instincts kicking in right before his reflexes did. He dropped whatever bags were in his hands, and pushed Kaz against the wall of the building, Bosco’s entire body covering the other male’s as a human shield. He had expected bullets but instead, he felt the weight of something else. Rocks maybe. But whatever it was, he felt a rush of them, striking his body one after another, the taste of blood and the throbbing of bruises all over him. 

Thrown with enough strength and volume that Bosco squeezed his eyes shut, not about to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. They obviously weren’t trying to kill Kaz quite yet . . . but clearly send him a message. One that Bosco would gladly return to sender. His mind however, was not focused on his wounds. It was focused on ensuring that every inch of Kaz’s body was engulfed by Bosco’s. So when the pain stopped, Bosco waited a few additional moments before staggering back, starting to feel everything spin around him as he blinked rapidly, trying to remain conscious from the rocks hitting his head. “You okay?” He asked slightly slurred. Because, Kaz’s safety was number one priority. And he knew, that he would take a bullet for Kaz. A rock. That he would give his life, to make sure Kaz was safe. 

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