Nash started slow, holding Rory's head still as he slowly pumped himself in and out of his mouth. His lips were shiny as he hollowed his cheeks, and Nash sped up. It wouldn’t take him long to come after all of the time he’d spent fantasizing about the night they spent together.
“I’m close,” Nash said, reluctantly taking his hands out of Rory's hair so he could make the choice on how he wanted Nash to finish. Rory doubled down, his tongue stroking the underside of Nash's dick just right before Nash was coming in pulses down Rory's throat.
Rory swallowed, sucking Nash dry as Nash squirmed underneath him. He didn’t want to be the reason Rory ever stopped touching him, even if that meant he was getting overstimulated. Eventually, Rory had mercy on him, and let Nash's now soft cock slip from between his lips.
“Goddamn,” Nash said, reaching for Rory to pull him up alongside him. He kissed him, mouth full of come and morning breath, but he didn’t care. Rory washereandreal, and Nash was fucking floating.
“We’ve still got it,” Rory said, carefully draping himself over Nash, presumably to prevent him from kneeing him in a sensitive location.
“What’s ‘it’?”
“The spark, or whatever. Sexual chemistry. Attraction.”
“Oh fuck yes,” Nash agreed, wrapping his arms around Rory like he thought he was at risk of flying off the side of a windy mountain.
“We should get ready and find some breakfast,” Rory said, a bit of a mournful tone in his voice. “And then we can go do one more Italian thing before we have to go to the airport.”
“Or…” Nash suggested, feeling the spike of anxiety over another event, which might delay their return to the airport on time. “We could grab breakfast and then come back here. Ithink we missed the official brunch already.” He was sad about missing free food, but not sad about skipping another event where he had to be the customer service version of himself.
“Incredible idea. I heard one thing that’s great about Italy is the sex you have here.”
“I’ve heard that somewhere too. Strange.”
They lounged in bed for another ten minutes before finally getting up, taking separate showers, brushing their teeth, and heading out to find food. There was a cafe on the grounds where they ordered pastries and espresso, and Rory moved the chair at the small outdoor table they picked next to Nash's, so they could sit and enjoy the landscape in front of them. If Nash ever came back to Italy, he wanted to see art and architecture, visit Venice and Rome, and stay for long enough for his body to adjust to the time difference.
He hoped he would find himself back here with Rory.
