AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Part II, on schedule, as promised. (for once)
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WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All character names from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. The similarities end there.
Chapter 39: Trapped in Paradise, Part II
The lounge just off the lobby in the Buca di Bacco, was small and intimate with only four small tables and a total of four barstools at the short bar. The back wall behind the bar had every type of liqueur Nasir had ever heard of and many that he had not, but there was nary a scotch in sight. He was in all truth beginning to wonder what was wrong with the people in this country. The lounge also had access to the restaurant's wine list and Nasir opted for a glass of white wine to relax while he waited for his dining companion. The room was pleasant and cheerful with an elaborate yellow and green ceramic tile floor and bar to match. Soft illumination came from candles on the tables and wall sconces. Yet another romantic setting Nasir had to endure without Emmett to share it, and it was starting to piss him off.
Maurizio arrived just after Nasir obtained his second glass of wine. The young man was all friendly smiles as usual, but was dressed like a boy toy. He wore painted on white jeans and a short sleeved button shirt with only one button buttoned and worn so that the collar hung back off his neck. He ordered quickly in Italian and pointed at Nasir's glass as he climbed into the stool next to Nasir.
"Buonasera, Nasir," Maurizio turned his beaming smile on the older man.
"Good evening to you," Nasir had to force himself to be pleasant.
"You have good day so far?" Maurizio asked as his wine was placed before him. "Grazie."
Nasir wanted to snarl at the kid. It was beginning to outright infuriate him that he was trapped in this wonderful place without his life partner by his side to share it. And what was worse, instead of being here alone, he had a fawning twink who desperately wanted to stand in for Emmett. Nasir took a deep breath to calm himself. It wasn't Maurizio's fault. He had only been kind and sweet. If he felt attraction, or even a crush, such things were natural and he should not be condemned for it.
"I have very much enjoyed our day, Maurizio. Thank you," Nasir smiled.
"I also," Maurizio enthused. "Where would you like for dinner?"
"I rely on you," Nasir gestured.
"You have been to Le Terrazze?" Maurizio asked.
"I do not honestly know. I have been to several places with your uncle, but I do not know the names of them," Nasir answered.
"Is nice. You will like," Maurizio assured. "Below is fun club for after," he added with a beaming smile.
"You are my guide. You must show me," Nasir set himself up.
"I like show you many things," Maurizio expressed.
Nasir just chuckled to himself. He should have seen that coming.
"You are hungry?" Maurizio asked.
"I am getting hungry. Perhaps we could take a stroll along the beach first?" Nasir asked.
"That is how to get there!" Maurizio laughed.
"May we take our wine?" Nasir asked the barman in the white tux shirt and black bow tie and vest.
"Si, Signoré," the barman poured their glasses into plastic cups. Nasir signed the tab to his room with a generous tip. He could see that the bartender thought he had rented a boy for the night, but the man remained neutral and polite. Maurizio bid the man good night with a friendly wave as they slid off their stools and carried their drinks away. They walked out through the lobby and down the many stone steps to the beachside square. The beach was partially illuminated from the lights that were strung up everywhere. They headed down the beachside promenade away from the hotel. It was a beautiful evening and they walked slowly.
"I would like hold your hand," Maurizio looked up hopefully at Nasir.
"Maurizio, I need to show you something," Nasir pulled his cell out of his pocket and called up the pictures stored on his phone.
Wanting to hold his hand bothered Nasir far more than anything else Maurizio had said or done that day. This was far worse in Nasir's mind than wanting to fuck. This was not sharing sex. Holding hands was an expression of affection. A physical act separated from emotion was one thing. A thing Nasir would never do because he would not betray Emmett's faith and trust in him. An expression of romantic affection with another man, seemed a far worse betrayal.
"Here we are," Nasir handed Maurizio his phone.
"Oh, che bell'uomo!" Maurizio looked over one of Nasir's favorite pictures, of Emmett naked in the shower from the back and giving his dimpled grin over his shoulder.
"That man is my husband," Nasir stated for the record.
"Husband," Maurizio puzzled over this word. "Marito?" he translated correctly.
"Is that your word?" Nasir asked. "I am married to him. He is my spouse, my husband. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Si," Maurizio nodded slowly. "He is very beautiful."
"Yes he is and I love him very much," Nasir took his phone as Maurizio handed it back to him and slipped it back into his pocket. "You are also very beautiful, Maurizio, and any man would be lucky to have you, but I cannot be that man. I am faithful to my husband. Do you understand?"
"Si, I do," Maurizio nodded again. "What is his name?"
"His name is Emmett. He is the love of my life," Nasir stated.
"I think you both molto fortunato," Maurizio smiled at Nasir.
"Thank you," Nasir put his arm around the younger man's shoulders. "Now let me take you to dinner," he gestured. Nasir knew where they were going. This was the restaurant in which he had lingered earlier in the week with Micheletto and the contractors for half the day. They climbed the steps up and around to the ristorante and were seated at a table under the draped canvas roof for two that was unfortunately not at the rail overlooking the beach and sea.
This time Nasir had the opportunity to look at a menu, though Maurizio did most of the ordering. The younger man made a point to order everything he saw on the menu that had or could be made with buffalo milk cheeses. They started with a selection of local cheeses, of which several were di bufala, and chilled Campanian white wine.
"There are also many trails for walking around Positano," Maurizio set about trying to impress Nasir with his knowledge again. If he couldn't get in Nasir's pants, perhaps he could still get in Nasir's employ. "Some easy, many not so easy."
"Hiking trails," Nasir nodded to himself. How much his friend Edward would love it here as well.
"Many places to have nice picnic lunch," Maurizio continued. "There is also fattoria at the top of the mountain, above even Montepertuso. Very good food and the view, magnifico."
"What is that, fattoria? I do not know that word," Nasir furrowed his brow. "Is it like trattoria?"
"It is trattoria, but more, is," Maurizio struggled. "They grow thing there."
"A farm?" Nasir asked.
"Si, little farm," Maurizio nodded.
"Oh," Nasir considered. "Take me there tomorrow."
"I will!" Maurizio agreed with a broad smile.
"We can also get boat to go fish," Maurizio continued. "No here, Amalfi."
"Deepsea fishing?" Nasir asked. Not an activity he would ever want to do, but guests in his hotel might.
"Si," Maurizio confirmed. "If you like nightlife, there are due clubs," he held up two fingers. "One is below."
"Below us now? Beneath this restaurant?" Nasir asked.
"Si," Maurizio nodded.
"We are on an outcropping of rock," Nasir tried to figure it out. "Is it in a cave?"
"Si, in cave," Maurizio confirmed. "There is also L'Africana in Praiano. It is also in cave, a bigger cave, but up the cliff. A boat leaves from the dock," again he pointed, "at eleven thirty and come back at three thirty."
"I think we should stay in town," Nasir considered. "We are welcome there, men like us?"
"Oh, si," Maurizio dismissed this concern with a nod.
"I think we should stay in town," Nasir decided.
"This one more fun. Is better," Maurizio approved. "There are also many tours to see Amalfi Coast," he picked back up.
"Enough!" Nasir held up his hands in surrender as he laughed. "You have convinced me. I will tell my associates that I have found our concierge."
"Si! Grazie!" Maurizio was thrilled.
"So tell me more about Maurizio now. Why is there no special boy in your life?" Nasir enquired.
"There was," Maurizio's gaze dropped to the table. "Angelo. He older than me. His family send him to università in Dresda, in Germany. I visit him once, but he say no come back. He with German boy now."
"I think Angelo is a shit and you are better off without him," Nasir stated. "You are a sweet and beautiful young man, and deserve much better. When you work in my hotel a rich American businessman is going to sweep you off your feet and bring you back to America. We will have dinner in New York together one day."
"Si, I like it!" Maurizio laughed.
They finished their dinner in good spirits and headed down the restaurant's private stairs into the caves below. An entire dance club with a DJ booth, multiple bars, seating areas as unique as the place itself and a big dance floor were contained within the connecting caves. Nasir had never been anyplace like it. He quickly decided it was his new favorite place in Positano when he discovered a fine Macallan on the top shelf behind the first bar. It wasn't his beloved Laphroaig, but it was closer than he had ever gotten since he arrived in this country.
The beautiful people of Positano all knew the secret of the club within the cliff and the place was packed by midnight. Nasir handed over his Centurion card at one of the bars to open a tab for him and his guide. Maurizio had boundless energy and bounced all over the club talking to people his age and dancing his little ass off. Nasir spoke to any local business people he could find to get a feel for the seasonal flow of tourism. The chat he struck up with the General Manager of the Eden Roc was particularly enlightening.
Two fairly forward German women were drawn to Nasir's tall, dark good looks. They were strong women and knew what they liked and wanted. They were dressed in short, low cut dresses that any straight man would have found quite provocative. The ladies bought Nasir a drink and began to flirt with him shamelessly. This did not annoy Nasir. Quite the contrary, he found it very amusing. There was once a time when the mere act of a woman he did not know simply talking to him, made him terribly uncomfortable. The women in his family, Leah Clearwater in particular, had cured him of that long ago.
And this was when Maurizio stumbled back to him.
"Nasir!" Maurizio all but fell against Nasir and hung on him.
"Oh!" Nasir put his arm around the younger man to support him. "Are you having a good time?" he asked. Clearly Maurizio had more to drink than Nasir realized.
"Si, molto buono!" Maurizio patted Nasir's stomach and left his hand there. That Nasir smiled at the intrusion of this twink and did not object to the hand on his abdomen told the German women all they needed to know and they moved on.
"Have we maybe had too much?" Nasir asked with an amused smile.
"I am," Maurizio held up his thumb and index finger, "small drunk."
"You are a small drunk," Nasir told the shorter, younger man who leaned heavily against him. Maurizio was either too drunk or did not know enough English to get the joke.
"I drink grappa riserva," Maurizio revealed. "I like," he rested his head on Nasir.
"I think it is time to close out our tab," Nasir decided. "Come with me," he led Maurizio back to the bartender that had his American Express. Maurizio leaned on Nasir with his eyes closed the entire time as Nasir obtained the check, tipped, totalled, and put his card back in his wallet.
Nasir walked Maurizio out of the club through a direct passage that gave directly onto the sand on the far side of the outcropping of rock the club was contained within. Here there were also beach umbrellas, but folded up for the night, and rows of chaise lounges waiting for the sun and sun worshipers to return tomorrow.
"We can go for swim!" Maurizio became suddenly energized and shot off across the sand toward the water.
"Maurizio!" Nasir called after him. It seemed ill advised at best to go into the sea in the darkness of night, particularly while inebriated. Maurizio's shirt came off easily and Maurizio left it where it fell in the sand. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and started to push them down while still running. He couldn't do both and fell on his face in the sand with his pants around his thighs.
"Maurizio!" Nasir shouted again. It was easy to catch up with the younger man while he laid on his side, bare butt exposed at the water's edge. Nasir was concerned that Maurizio stayed down, until it became clear that it was only because he was laughing so hard he could not do otherwise.
"I think we might need to get some coffee into you," Nasir picked the slight, smaller man up by his arm.
"Due espresso, per favoré," Maurizio ordered from thin air and guffawed again.
"Let us pull your pants up," Nasir attempted to do so. He brushed the sand off Maurizio's hip as best he could and pulled the tight jeans up to cover his butt. This left Maurizio's cock and balls hanging out through his fly. One of them was going to have to tuck him back into his pants.
"Maurizio, put yourself back in your pants," Nasir instructed. Maurizio, of course, made no move to do so.
"Do you want to walk into your aunt's house like this?" Nasir asked. "Are you going to be able to make it to your aunt's house?"
"Oh, si," Maurizio assured with a greatly exaggerated nod.
"Where is it?" Nasir asked.
"Up. Up, up," Maurizio pointed halfway up the mountain. Nasir wished that he had made the young man show him where the aunt lived. It was more than clear that Maurizio was not going to make it there by himself.
"You cannot walk into my hotel like this either. Put yourself back in your pants," Nasir commanded.
"I no like pants," Maurizio declared and shook his head.
"Allah," Nasir swore to himself as he, as gently and carefully as possible, tucked Maurizio's soft prick and balls back into his pants.
"Oh, si," Maurizio moaned as Nasir handled him. This was what he had longed for all day. He was too drunk for his cock to respond and Nasir was glad of it. Nasir zipped Maurizio back up and supported him as they made their way back up the beach. He managed to pick up the discarded shirt and force Maurizio back into it without dropping either the shirt or the boy. Neither of them bothered to button Maurizio's shirt. Nasir figured he was dressed enough to get through the lobby.
"You take me to bed, Nasir?" Maurizio asked dreamily as they headed for the boardwalk.
"I will put you to bed," Nasir clarified, though the difference was lost on the drunk Italian.
"You like pompino?" Maurizio asked. "I like pompino with you."
"I do not know what that is," Nasir stated.
"I put this," Maurizio grabbed and groped Nasir's crotch.
"Do not do that," Nasir instructed.
"In here," Maurizio finished his explanation by pointing to his mouth. "I like sborrare. You feed me."
"I do not think so," Nasir could only guess at the Italian word for cum. They walked up the beachside promenade to the square and Maurizio stumbled up the many steps beside Nasir to the Buca di Bacco. They only earned a disapproving glance from the front desk as they made their way through the lobby to the cage elevator.
"Do you need the bathroom?" Nasir asked as he let them into his room.
"Oh, si. Mi scappa la pipi," Maurizio mumbled. Nasir flipped on the light in the bathroom and maneuvered Maurizio to the toilet. The younger man managed to haul his cock and balls out of his jeans again. Nasir held the swaying man steady while he emptied his bladder. When he was finished, Maurizio made no attempt to put himself back in his pants, closed his eyes and leaned back on Nasir.
"Finished?" Nasir asked what he could clearly see was the case. He walked Maurizio out into the room and let him fall onto the bed. In the time it took Nasir to take a piss himself, Maurizio was out cold.
"You are going to get the bed tonight," Nasir told the sleeping man. "Where is your other sandal?" he noted Maurizio wore only one. Nasir looked around, but did not find it. He concluded that they had lost it somewhere along the way. He pulled Maurizio's shirt off of him and the jeans down off of his hips and legs. Nasir had seen the young man naked for most of the day. It hardly mattered now. He pulled down the bed, rolled Maurizio over and covered him up. The boy put to bed, Nasir undressed himself and put on the big hotel bathrobe.
Nasir opened the French doors and carried Maurizio's shirt and pants outside. He shook them out over the railing to get rid of as much remaining sand as possible and took them back into the room. Nasir folded them and laid them over the back of the chair nearest the bed, because he didn't like the idea of the kid's clothes hanging in the closet beside his own.
Nasir took a bottle of water from his mini fridge and set it on the nearest bedside table. He was sure Maurizio would need it when he woke up. Nasir regarded the sleeping boy in the king sized bed for a moment. The bed was certainly big enough that he could take the far side and wear something, but this bothered him as well. Nasir didn't want to share a bed with another man, even if only to sleep. He had done that of course, with Garrett many times, but that was not the same thing at all. Garrett, Emmett would, and did, understand, just as he understood Seth and occasionally Edward. This young man, a man who wanted him, was something else entirely. This Emmett would not understand and there was the benchmark.
Nasir walked back out onto his terrace. It was a pleasant enough night and he stretched out in a deck chair. The night and town were quiet at this late hour. A small boat, a lone and distant light out on the sea, slowly travelled past. Nasir took a deep breath and laid his head back as he relaxed and closed his eyes.
The ringing of his cell woke him. Nasir started awake and immediately shaded his eyes from the brilliant sunlit morning. He quickly rose from the chaise and went to retrieve his phone from the big, old dresser.
"Habibi," Nasir answered.
"Hi, Nasi. We just got in and I'm heading to bed, but of course I couldn't do that without talking to my baby," Emmett informed.
"It must be late there," Nasir looked at the clock on the bedside table to confirm what he already knew.
"It's just after two. Did you get my texts?" Emmett asked.
"Oh, no. I mean, I do not know. Let me look," Nasir bid.
"Some pictures from last night. I thought you'd get a kick out of them," Emmett's smile came through the phone.
"Let me look," Nasir walked back out to the terrace as he called up his texts. The first picture was of Emmett in tight jeans, a painted on white, ribbed tank top and a red baseball cap. The second was of Garrett in a western style shirt that was not tucked in, with pearl snaps, the sleeves cut off and a dark blue baseball cap. Nasir didn't need to be told that Garrett having only one snap closed on the front of his shirt was also Seth's doing. The third was of Seth in very tight leather pants and a leather vest. The fourth was of Dane with Seth and he was wearing snug jeans and a tight, plain white tee shirt. The fifth was of Tony the DJ with Emmett and they were dressed identically. Aside from their faces and Emmett being a little taller, they might have been twins.
"Why are all of you dressed this way? Where were these taken?" Nasir asked. He could see they were in a bar, but it was not one he recognized.
"Do you remember Pony, the country western bar?" Emmett reminded.
"No," Nasir answered.
"We've never been. It's not exactly our kinda place, but Seth mentioned that it closed a while back, maybe six months ago," Emmett tried to refresh his husband's memory. "Anyway, their grand reopening at their new location was tonight. Seth dressed as himself and dressed the rest of us as rednecks. It's a cute little place actually. It used to be a gas station."
"I like the picture of you and Tony," Nasir stated. "I do not remember our DJ being so hot. He is almost as hot as you."
"He's taken. So are you," Emmett warned good-naturedly.
"I am very taken and I wish my habibi zawji was here with me now," Nasir expressed.
"Your zawji wishes that too," Emmett agreed. "What are your plans today? Were you already up?"
"I am up. I am just about to order some breakfast from room service," Nasir outlined. "I am sitting out on my terrace overlooking the sea, in my big, fluffy hotel robe, wishing a big, hot, beautiful German American would come and wrap his lips around me."
"Oh! It's gonna take me like another ten seconds to get undressed," Emmett advised. "Then I'm gonna get into our bed, naked in case that's not clear, and I'd love to go over in detail what a big German American would like to do to you."
"Yes, please," Nasir smiled. He reached into his robe. His cock was already growing at the mere thought of Emmett shedding his clothes and slipping into their bed. He could see the event quite clearly in his mind's eye.
In Seattle, nearly half a world away, Emmett turned out the light and stretched out on their bed on his back. "Mmm, now let me see. I think I would like to start with your balls."
"Yes?" Nasir opened his robe. He was unconcerned as he had complete privacy on his terrace. Nasir was fully hard and fondled his stones in the sac he couldn't help but note needed a shave. "What would you like to do to my balls?"
"First, I would just brush my nose against them," Emmett took hold of his own hardness and began a slow, leisurely stroke.
"Are you hard, my habibi?" Nasir asked.
"You know I am," Emmett confirmed.
"I am too," Nasir assured.
"I know you are. You love when I nuzzle your nuts," Emmett stated.
"I do," Nasir wrapped his hand around himself.
Thirty feet behind Nasir, Maurizio stirred in Nasir's bed. He rolled over, sat up and rubbed his face. He looked around the room, momentarily unaware of where he was. Maurizio recognized the room, but where was Nasir? He didn't remember coming back here with Nasir. Had they slept together at last? Maurizio wished he could remember. And that his head would stop throbbing. He noticed the bottle of water on the bedside table and immediately downed more than half of it. Maurizio also noticed Nasir out on the terrace. He could see that the object of his lust was on the phone and paused to listen.
Nasir gave no thought whatever to the younger man in the bed, in the room beyond the open French doors behind him. He laid his head back against the chaise and closed his eyes as he slowly started to stroke himself, focused entirely on his husband's voice.
"You know why I love to nuzzle in your balls?" Emmett asked.
"Tell me," Nasir bid, though he was sure he knew the answer.
"Cause you smell so fucking good! You turn me on like crazy," Emmett stated. "And then I need to lick you. I just need to. I can't be that close to your luscious nuts and not lick 'em. I want to run my tongue under your balls and lift them, feel how heavy they are."
"I love when you lick my balls," Nasir told Emmett what he well knew.
"Then I want to hold them in my mouth, run my tongue around them and just gently suck on 'em," Emmett outlined.
"My balls love your mouth," Nasir expressed.
"I know they do. Then I might just gently tug on them while I have those big, juicy nuts in my mouth, 'cause I know you love that," Emmett continued.
"I do," Nasir confirmed.
"After I give your nuts the attention they deserve, know where else I wanna lick you?" Emmett asked.
"Where?" Nasir really didn't know the answer to this one. There was no place on his body that Emmett had not applied his tongue.
"That super sexy little trail of hair you have down the top of your hot Arab foot," Emmett revealed.
"I have a hot foot?" Nasir's smile could be easily heard in his voice.
"My zawji has hot everything," Emmett stated.
"Just one foot?" Nasir teased.
"No, both of them," Emmett clarified. "I want to lick that trail of hair on both of your feet and kiss your toes."
"What if you tickle me?" Nasir asked.
"I know my husband's body. You're not ticklish," Emmett countered. "Then I want to hold your leg as I kiss my way slowly up, past your knee, up your inner thigh, back to those beautiful, full balls. I'll give them the kisses they deserve too. Then I'll give slow, wet kisses up that long, perfect, Arab bone."
"Mmm," Nasir's cock flexed in his hand. He well knew how good it felt when his husband did that. "You are making me leak."
"Oh, fuck yeah! I love the taste of your juices," Emmett endorsed. "I'll slowly draw my tongue through your slit so I can savor how you taste. Then I'll wrap my lips around your head."
"Yes, take me in your mouth," Nasir didn't even realize that he stroked himself a little faster.
"Just your head," Emmett cautioned. "I want to tease you first. I want to curl my tongue around your head. I want to stick my tongue into your foreskin. You know I love to do that."
"You know I love it when you do," Nasir stated.
"I love the taste and feel of you, your head in my mouth and my tongue in your foreskin," Emmett stroked himself faster as well. He longed to do exactly that to his husband with his very soul. "Then I'll very gently take hold of your shaft with my hand to pull your foreskin down, so I can let my tongue play with your sweet spot for a minute."
"Ugh," Nasir loved when Emmett tortured him like that.
"You would want me to go down on you by now, but I won't," Emmett outlined. "I would let my lips move on and off your sweet head. I would trail my tongue from under your head through your slit over and over to get as much of your precum as I can."
"I will push your head down," Nasir threatened.
"I want you too," Emmett agreed. "I love that hard Arab bone down my throat. I would wrap my hand around your nuts and swallow around your cock."
"Oh, Habibi," Nasir could feel his seepage caught up in his foreskin.
"Then I would start to suck you, slow and deep, on your whole cock," Emmett promised.
"It feels so good when you do that," Nasir's pole yearned for his husband's mouth.
"And I wouldn't stop," Emmett pledged. "I would just keep on sucking you, slow and steady. I would kneel between your legs so my tongue is in just the right place on your hard cock. I would serve you the way you deserve to be served as I swallow your hard, leaking dick, over and over. I will suck you slowly and deeply, making it last as long as possible. I don't care how long it takes."
"I will not take long," Nasir had to slow his hand down lest he squirt all over himself already.
"I want to move my lips up and down your length, sucking your whole cock with my mouth and throat, moving my tongue against you as I do it," Emmett detailed. "I want to slowly suck you over the edge, until you explode in my mouth. Then I'll stop. I'll just hold still with your spurting cock deep in my mouth so I can drink your cum."
"I am getting close," Nasir confessed.
"Are you stroking it?" Emmett asked, his voice even more heavily laden with lust.
"I am," Nasir admitted.
"Me too," Emmett agreed.
"We agreed to wait," Nasir pointed out, though he did not pause his hand. It just felt too good to stop.
"I know, but it's been so long," Emmett countered.
"I want to come with you. I want to come in your mouth," Nasir expressed.
"I want that too," Emmett could not bring himself to stop either.
"May I tell you what I would like to do to you?" Nasir asked.
"Yeah," Emmett agreed. He knew this would be good.
"There is a table here on my terrace. I want to bend you over it. Make you lay on it," Nasir began.
"Yeah?" Emmett prompted. He liked were this was going already.
"I would let my hard, dripping cock nestle in your hairy, beautiful crack as I bend over you," Nasir outlined. "So that I may kiss my husband's broad, muscular back. I would kiss across your shoulder blades. I would kiss down your spine."
"Keep going," Emmett urged.
"I will. I would kiss my way down into your moist crack. You would be wet from my own precum that was smeared there and I would lick it from you."
"Yeah," Emmett liked the sound of that.
"I will lick broadly through your crack," Nasir promised. "Before I zero in on your beautiful, perfect, pink hole."
"Oh, Nasi. I love when you lick me there," Emmett expressed.
"Not as much as I love to do it," Nasir countered. "I will lick your hole over and over until you are slick with my spit. I will lean back and admire the incredible view of you spread before me, your beautiful ass, your cock and balls hanging down beneath the table where you cannot touch them, but I will."
"Yeah?" Emmett wondered.
"I will let you feel the scruff of my beard on your hanging balls as I nuzzle into them," Nasir stated.
"Oh, fuck, I love that," Emmett endorsed.
"Then I will lap at them. I will suck each of your big, heavy nuts into my mouth and savor them," Nasir went on. "I will hold them in my hand and run my tongue over them and up to your hole, over and over again."
"Fuck, yeah," Emmett encouraged.
"Then I will turn to that big, thick, German cock," Nasir pledged. "You are very hard."
"I am," Emmett agreed.
"You are dripping," Nasir added.
"Oh, yeah," Emmett could feel the pool of his ooze already forming in his belly button.
"I will go beneath the table, where that big, hard, beautiful cock is throbbing and I will just touch my tongue to the heavy bead of your precum before it falls," Nasir imagined. "Then I will let you feel my tongue as I touch it to the tip of your cock. I want you to ooze directly onto my tongue."
"I will," Emmett was certain.
"Then I will take hold of your cock and balls by the root as I swallow you whole," Nasir promised. "I will take that big, thick, perfect cock down my throat and choke on it."
"Oh, yeah, Babe," Emmett's cock flexed and oozed in his hand as he jacked it.
"I will slowly draw my mouth off of you, inch by thick inch, and then get behind you again," Nasir continued. "I will hold your cock steady in the palm of my hand and run my tongue from the tip of your magnificent penis, up, over your balls, and up to your sweet hole. I will do this over and over again."
"Ugh," Emmett well remembered the last time his husband had done exactly that and how good it felt.
"Then I will plunge my tongue into you," Nasir planned. "I will stick my tongue as far up your ass as I possibly can."
"Fuck me with that tongue, Baby," Emmett encouraged. "You know I love that."
"And I love to do it. I will fuck you with my tongue while my own cock throbs and drips and longs to fill you," Nasir went on.
"I want your cock in me," Emmett was unaware as he stroked himself faster.
"I will give it to you, Habibi. I will stand behind you. We will need no more lube than the precum I have leaked and has coated me to my balls," Nasir described. "I will put my tip at your entrance and press into you."
"Fuck, yeah, get inside me. I want you inside me," Emmett urged.
"I will lay down on your big, strong back and run my hands over your shoulders and arms as I press my every inch into your perfect ass," Nasir pledged.
"Fill me, Nasi," Emmett begged. Words Nasir had heard many times. Words that went straight to Nasir's already throbbing organ. They both well knew how wonderful the other's body felt, how perfectly they fit, each time Emmett had uttered those words.
"I will, il habibi zawji," Nasir promised. "I will push into you until there is no space between us, until I am fully seated within you. It is heaven. Then I will pull back just enough to move inside you. Can you feel me?"
"It is heaven. I love when you make love to me. I love having you inside me," Emmett stated. "I would love to be over your table like that, you thrusting into me. I would squirt off under the table. No one would have to touch me. Your cock inside me is always just right."
"I will hold your hips as thrust into you. I will make you mine, even more than you already are," Nasir's hand sped up on himself.
"That's not even possible. I am yours, completely," Emmett swore. "Fuck, Nasi, if we don't stop right now, I'm gonna come."
"There is no stopping. I am on top," Nasir dictated. "I will continue to take your ass, my cock moving inside you. You will feel how hard I am. You will feel my every thrust. You will feel my cock throb inside you. I will fuck you until I make your cock shoot your load all over the tiles. I will fuck you until I lose it inside you!"
"Yeah, Nasi, fuck me! Ugh," Emmett jacked himself faster as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. "Shit!"
"I will fuck you and make love to you," Nasir was on the very brink himself. "Habibi! Ugh!"
"Babe! Ungh!" Emmett's pent up desire for his missing life partner expressed itself in a heavy, thick first bolt of cream that painted his torso and hit him in his chin.
"Emmett!" Nasir called out. He knew the sound of Emmett's voice, the look on Emmett's face, the tremble of Emmett's body as his husband came. He could see it every bit as well as he could hear it and crashed over the edge himself.
A shadow falling over his face might have alerted Nasir to an unwanted intrusion, but Maurizio bent down in time, without even planning to, so that did not happen. Nasir's feet were planted firmly on the terra cotta tiles of the terrace so there was plenty of room between his legs on the chaise. As it was made of teak, there was no give in the chair for Nasir to feel as Maurizio knelt between his legs.
"Yah!" Nasir cried out as he blew out. He halted his hand as he exploded, and just as a mouth closed around the head of his cock. Nasir's eyes flew open in horror as his first pulse of semen blasted into Maurizio's mouth. Nasir was immediately angry at this violation and a part of him wanted to shove Maurizio's head down, to finish unloading down the younger man's throat and choke him with his cock and jizz. Instead Nasir let go of himself and used that hand to push Maurizio back.
"Ugh, Nasi," Emmett moaned as he unloaded all over himself, completely unaware of what was happening to his husband, six thousand miles away.
"Huh," Nasir could only hold his cell and Maurizio's forehead at bay as his body convulsed and his jizz shot into the hair on his chest and abdomen. Maurizio's hands were free and he did not hesitate to take hold of the blasting weapon and give Nasir a slow stroke.
"Ugh," Nasir let go of Maurizio's head and wrapped his hand around Maurizio's hand to stop him. Maurizio lowered his head again and applied his tongue to Nasir's frenulum as he pulsed and spurted again. Nasir's anger grew as it became abundantly clear that Maurizio would not leave him be and shoved him away again. Nasir pulled his robe closed and held it to himself as he finished coming.
"Oh, fuck, Babe," Emmett panted in post orgasmic bliss.
"I know," Nasir agreed.
"I wish I could have swallowed your cum," Emmett expressed.
"Me too. I wish I could have swallowed yours," Nasir got up from the deck chair on slightly unsteady feet and, holding his robe closed, walked into his room.
"I made a fucking mess," Emmett lifted his head to look down on himself. "And I really came a lot. I would have drowned you."
"I love how much you come, especially when you come a lot," Nasir was sincere. He knew with talk like this, his bone was never going to soften and he didn't want to even be in the same room with Maurizio. Nasir walked into the bathroom and closed, and locked the door.
"I'm sorry, Babe. I really wanted to save it for you," Emmett apologized.
"It is too long already. I am very horny too. I wanted to come with you. Over the phone if not in person," Nasir stated.
"When are you coming home?" Emmett asked again.
"When my contractor can take possession and begin. I hope this will not take more than another day or two," Nasir paced in the bathroom, his robe stuck to him. "Then I will fly straight home to you if you cannot come here."
"I can't get anymore time off this year. You know that," Emmett very much regretted it. "If I could, you woulda just came in my mouth, or my ass. Either of the places your cum belongs."
"You do not know how much I wish it," Nasir closed his eyes. Better to plant his seed in the mouth of the man he loved, than someone else's.
"But are you not stopping in London now?" Emmett asked.
"I want only to come home to you," Nasir stated.
"But the guys are expecting you. I miss you too, Babe, so much, but you said you would stop and see Ashok. I think you should," Emmett conveyed. "It would really mean a lot to him. Hell, if that pushes you to Friday, I'll fly to New York again. Meet you halfway, kinda."
"You do not have to do that, Habibi. I will come home to you," Nasir stressed.
"I know, but if we fly toward each other, we can be together that much faster," Emmett reasoned. "If you're pushed out till the end of the week, I mean. I don't mind at all. In fact, I would love to. I'll try to land around the same time so we can ride in together. Make sure to order a limo again. Remember how I went down on you after we dropped Edward and Jasper off at their hotel?"
"I will never forget it," Nasir asserted.
"How about we ride into Manhattan with your cock down my throat the whole way?" Emmett proposed.
"You will suffocate," Nasir pointed out.
"Okay, yeah. How about I suck on you super slow? I don't want you to come in the limo. I want us to be naked in our bed together when we come," Emmett counter offered. "I want to suck your cock the whole ride in from JFK."
"Habibi, you want to torture me?" Nasir asked. "The most exquisite torture, yes, but torture just the same. My balls will turn purple if my cock is in your mouth for such a length of time and you will not let me come."
"Don't worry, my sexy husband, I'll drain your balls but good before the night is over," Emmett pledged.
"As I wish to drain yours," Nasir expressed. "Promise you will drown me."
"I'll save it from here till I see you," Emmett promised. "And if you don't fuck it out of me, I'll fill your throat with it."
"Allah, how I want that," Nasir looked heavenward.
"Okay, I should get cleaned up. It's starting to run," Emmett advised.
"I wish I were there to lick it from your body," Nasir licked his lips at the prospect. "Of course, if I were there, I would have taken it from the source."
"Mmm," Emmett closed his eyes and indulged in that thought again for a moment.
"Ana b'hebbak, il habibi," Nasir spoke in Arabic.
"Ana b'hebbak, il zawji," Emmett returned in same.
"Should I give you a call tomorrow in the morning, or you wanna call me when you head to bed?" Emmett asked.
"I will call you when I am preparing to head out for dinner again," Nasir promised.
"Okay, Babe," Emmett was agreeable.
"Know that my arms long to hold you while you sleep," Nasir stated.
"Me too, Babe. I love you so much," Emmett expressed.
"I love you, my Emmett," Nasir returned.
"Night," Emmett spoke last and ended the call.
Nasir lowered his cell and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had, however inadvertently and however briefly, just squirted off in another man's mouth. Nasir was horrified. He would never do that to Emmett! Or rather, he would never want to do that to Emmett. He had not asked for this or desired it in any way. Quite the contrary, Nasir was angry and mortified over it. He set the phone on the counter and braced himself on his hands as he hung his head. How could this have happened? How could he have let himself fall into this position? He should have left the kid where he fell on the sand! Nasir shook his head. He couldn't leave a drunk person in such a vulnerable position like that. He didn't know where the kid's aunt lived and Maurizio had been far too drunk to show him. Perhaps he should have gotten a phone number for the aunt from Maurizio and insisted that someone come and get him. Perhaps he should have gotten Maurizio his own room. He most certainly would not have been surprised by unwanted lips on his cock that way. Nasir thought he and Maurizio had come to an understanding. He thought they could be friends and that Maurizio would just sleep it off. Now all he wanted to do was punch Maurizio in the face! Nasir ripped open the bathroom door and charged out into the room.
Maurizio had come into the room, but only as far as the loveseat, and his naked body was now draped half across it. He slowly masturbated and smiled when he saw Nasir.
"Will you put your mouth?" Maurizio asked as he held up his hard cock. He didn't know the words to convey that he wanted to be sucked in English.
"No I will not!" Nasir barked. Maurizio nearly jumped in shock. He did not expect such a display of anger and immediately went from offering his cock to Nasir, to covering himself with both hands.
"I explained this to you last night, Maurizio! I thought we understood each other. I will not have sex with you!" Nasir all but shouted.
"But," Maurizio freed one hand to gesture to the bed. "We did not..."
"No!" Nasir did shout. "You were so drunk you could not stand up! I brought you back here so you could sleep it off. I slept out in that chair!" he gestured angrily. "I wanted to have a private moment on the phone with my husband this morning. I thought that you were asleep. I very much do not appreciate your intrusion!"
"Oh, Signoré!" Maurizio slid off the loveseat and fell to his knees. He clasped his hands together, no longer attempting to cover himself. No hint of his previous tumescence remained. "Perdonami, per favoré!" Maurizio begged. "Please forgive," he summoned the wit to translate.
Nasir stood his ground and glowered at the naked young man for a long moment.
"I woke in your bed," Maurizio gestured. "I think my wish come true, but, I no remember. I am so sorry, Signoré!"
"You do not have to call me Signoré," Nasir softened his tone. He considered what conclusion Maurizio might have drawn if he did not remember whether they had shared the bed, and sex, or not. Nasir shifted his weight from one foot to the other and the robe that was sticking to him as his spunk dried, pulled at the hair on his abdomen. He slowly peeled his robe open. Nasir hardly cared if Maurizio saw him now. "I am going to take a shower," he announced. "Order breakfast from room service," Nasir directed and headed back to the bathroom.
Nasir closed the bathroom door, but did not lock it this time. He put on the water in the shower and shed the robe, letting it fall to the floor. Nasir shoved the soiled thing into a corner with his foot before he stepped into the hot shower. He leaned against the tiles for a long moment as the water cascaded over his head and back. His anger with Maurizio over what happened ran away with the water down the drain. It was easy to see how the inexperienced and hungover kid could make assumptions, however inaccurate. Nasir washed his hair and body thoroughly with the sweet scented shower gel the hotel provided and shut off the water. He pulled a towel from the rack and dried first his hair, then the rest of him. Nasir wrapped the towel around his waist and emerged from the bathroom.
Maurizio stood from where he sat on the loveseat. He had put his jeans back on. They were zipped, but not buttoned.
"Maurizio, come over here," Nasir bid. The younger man did as he was told and walked to stand in front of Nasir.
"I am not angry with you," Nasir put a hand on Maurizio's bare shoulder. "This was a misunderstanding. Nothing more. Friends?"
"Si, grazie, Nasir," Maurizio was flooded with relief and was even more so as Nasir pulled him into a hug.
"If you would like to take a shower, the bathroom is yours. There is an extra towel on the rack," Nasir patted Maurizio on the back and let him go.
"Grazie, Nasir," Maurizio repeated. He headed for the bathroom, but paused just briefly as Nasir pulled his towel from his waist and dropped it. He watched Nasir pick up the shorts he had worn so briefly yesterday and bend to step into them. Maurizio quickly slipped into the bathroom before Nasir noticed.
Maurizio felt much better after a shower and, like Nasir, wore only his towel out of the bathroom. Nasir, also again in the polo shirt he had worn so briefly the previous day, sat at the table out on the terrace. Maurizio walked out in his towel to discover that room service had come while he showered.
"Ah, caffè," Maurizio stepped up to the table and poured himself a cup.
"It is good coffee and it will do you good," Nasir advised.
"Si," Maurizio agreed. He put cream and sugar and downed half of it before he sat down.
"What are we doing today?" Nasir asked.
"Would you like to see another beach?" Maurizio asked.
"Something we can do with our clothes on," Nasir amended with a smirk.
"Oh," Maurizio shook his head. "You would like to go to another town? I can drive you to Praiano. Is short way down the coast. Or if you do not mind leave the coast, Sorrento is just over the mountain."
"Sorrento," Nasir could not help but smile at his memories of the Sorrento Hotel in Seattle where he and Emmett shared their wedding night. "I would like to see Sorrento."
"I must put on clothes?" Maurizio munched a lemon cookie.
"Go!" Nasir pushed at Maurizio's shoulder.
"I no have other clothes than what I wear last night," Maurizio apologized.
"People will think you are my boy toy dressed like that," Nasir considered. "People think that anyway. Finish your coffee and we will go."
Maurizio smiled and nodded. If boy toy meant what he thought it did, at least he could live vicariously today through the eyes of everyone they met. Nasir packed another bottle of water with the one Maurizio had already downed the most of while the younger man traded his towel for his white jeans. He did button them this time and put on his shirt though he did not button that at all.
The car was in the car park up the street from the church and this time Nasir sat in front with his driver. They quickly made their way out of town heading west along the coastal road. Maurizio pointed out where their private beach from yesterday was, though it could not be seen from the road. Shortly beyond they left the coastal road for another than serpentined it's way up the mountain and down the other side.
Sorrento was a refreshing change from the Amalfi coast. Here the city was horizontal rather than vertical. Maurizio drove them into the very heart of the city where he negotiated parking just off the Piazza Torquato Tasso. It was a beautiful, old, distinctly Italian town and of one thing, Nasir could be absolutely certain. He had never seen so many scooters in his life. They vastly outnumbered the cars and zipped constantly in every direction.
Nasir made Maurizio button his shirt as they walked around the town. Until they found a shop where Nasir bought them both new shirts and shorts. They shared a pizza and a bottle of wine at the Bar Ercolano overlooking the piazza before heading for the waterfront. They walked through the Grand Hotel Excelsior Vittoria which overlooked the sea and Nasir discovered that Sorrento did not in fact have any beaches, not in the old city anyway. Sorrento met the sea at a bit of a cliff. There was dockage for cruise ships, the ferry terminal and a yacht basin. Nasir was happy to see it all and understood where the hotel in Seattle got it's unique flavor.
That night, back in Positano and after they were both showered and changed again, Maurizio drove Nasir up to the top of the mountain above Montepertuso. They were seated outdoors, at the rail of Fattoria La Tagliata. It was just dusk and the view, as Maurizio had promised, was simply amazing. The menu was only in Italian and only one of the staff spoke any English. With Maurizio, Nasir was fine and when it was revealed that there was grilled veal steak on the menu, Nasir did not hesitate. He could actually no longer remember the last time he had meat. Nasir had always loved seafood and everything he had ever been served in Positano was excellent, but not until he found veal on the menu did he realize that enough was enough. His veal steak was fork tender and melted in his mouth, and he could not wait to tell Emmett all about it.