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Side by side, Aureliano and Spadino watched the funeral pyre burn. Spadì still felt in shock, unable to shed any tears for Lele yet. Glancing over at Aurelià, he saw the other man’s eyes glistening in the firelight, a cascade of grief so near the surface.
So much loss in so short a time, it was a wonder Aureliano was still standing. Stepping close, Spadino placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing to remind Aurelià he was here.
As the last of the embers faded, Aureliano turned to Spadì, “Come back to the hotel?”
When Spadino nodded and squeezed his arm reassuringly, Aureliano reached out, fingers barely touching his cheek before aborting the move. Instead, he walked to his jeep, driving off with Spadino following behind.
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Sitting at the bar of the abandoned hotel, it hit Spadì all at once. Head falling forward to hide in his arms, he sobbed. First Lele, then Teo. The only parts of his life where he didn’t feel like an outsider, a reject, the last choice. And Aureliano was so brittle right now, would he be next?
Hearing muffled by his arms and the howling in his own head, Spadino didn’t hear Aurelià approaching around the bar. The gentle touch to his shoulder had him lashing out.
Aureliano caught his wild swing, dragging him in close. Strings cut, Spadì continued crying into his chest, fingers clenched in Aurelià’s jacket. A few awkward pats landed on his shoulder at first, but in the end, Aureliano settled for just holding Spadino.
As the force of his sobs lessened, Spadì realized the other man was nosing in his hair, following the line to the collar of his shirt, where he inhaled deeply. Spadì pulled back a bit, looking up.
“Aurelià, wha—”
If anything could have completely derailed his mind at that moment, it was Aureliano Adami cupping his face and kissing him.
It only lasted a couple of seconds, all of which Spadì spent trying to get his brain to comprehend and respond.
When Spadino failed to participate in the kiss, Aurelià pulled away, saying sheepishly, “I thought you—”
It was Spadì’s turn to cut him off with a kiss. He dove in, their teeth knocking together with the intensity. Aureliano responded eagerly, lips working against each other, tongues entwining, teeth nipping at lips.
Spadì couldn’t help moaning when Aurelià trapped his lower lip, drawing it out before letting go as he eased back,
They stood there, panting, and staring at each other, hands still resting on skin and clothes.
“Wha—” Spadì’s voice broke, but he tried again, “What was that? I thought you didn’t want…” He let his voice trail off, unsure how to address Aurelià having ignored that one night after Livia died.
Aureliano pulled him in tight, burying his face in Spadì’s shoulder, muffling his words slightly. “I love you Spadì,” he reiterated his words from earlier, though they had a different inflection now. “I can’t let you hurt.”
Spadì wanted to scream that this hurt. To have Aureliano offering himself, uncertain of when it would be taken away again. But the words never formed.
Cursing his own weakness, he just held on to Aureliano, kissing at his neck, tracing the wing to that sensitive spot at the top.
It started subtly, but eventually the movement of Aureliano’s hips against his abdomen became unmistakable, followed by a moan that went right to his own cock. Spadino was going to fall right into this – again – and he couldn’t make himself stop.
Hands shoved at his jacket, pushing it to the floor before pulling at his shirt. Aureliano’s lips found his again as he fumbled with Spadì’s clothes. His hands were hot as they touched Spadì’s sides, a searing reminder of what this was.
Spadino pulled back slightly; enough to whisk his shirt over his head and pull at Aureliano’s. The other man got the message quickly and whisked the layers over his own head.
Panting, Aureliano kissed down Spadino’s neck and shoulder before sinking to his knees to continue down his chest.
It was just as well Spadì was crowded against the bar, otherwise he thought his legs might fail him at the image of Aureliano on his knees. Spadì groaned, hands coming to rest on Aurelià’s head and shoulder.
The soft lips pressed wet kisses down Spadino’s sternum, tongue flicking out to taste at the skin. Spadì’s cock strained in the confines of his pants, eager for more of this fantasy come to life. His hands tightened when Aurelià nipped at the soft skin of his stomach, before tracing the dark hair disappearing into his trousers.
“Aurè, you don’t have to…” Spadì’s half-hearted protest trailed off as Aureliano unfastened his pants, mouth ghosting over the erection straining against his briefs. There was no way he was going to stop this happening, even if Aurelià looked more determined than aroused or delighted.
Spadì moaned as the warm mouth traced his cock, lower lip dragging along the fabric in a tease he was certain wasn’t intentional. He flexed his hands, desperately trying not to grab too hard and startle Aurelià back to his senses.
Then those strong hands were brushing along his skin as they pulled his underwear down. He gasped at the first exploratory lick. Aureliano clung to his hips, anchoring them both in place mentally and physically.
Which really was necessary because Spadì went weak at the knees as Aurelià’s mouth closed over his cock.
Aureliano then promptly sputtered, drawing back.
Spadì’s hands caught his jaw. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, you don’t need to—”
But Aurelià seemed determined to destroy his mind, diving back in, sucking on the portion of Spadì’s cock that he could reach.
Keening, Spadino grabbed at Aureliano’s hair, fingers gripping as well as he could in the short strands.
“Fuck, Aurè, Aurè.”
He accidentally tugged at the short hair. Spadì was about to let go and apologize when he realized his leg was pressed to Aureliano’s groin and the other man was grinding against him.
Spadì gave another small tug, gently and intentionally, and was rewarded with Aureliano moaning around his cock.
The heady feeling of power over someone’s pleasure had him gasping. He pulled again at Aurelià’s hair, stroking the side of his face as well. The noise that came out of Aurelià combined with his rutting had Spadì on the edge faster than anything else in a long time.
Unable to stop the unconscious movement of his hip, Spadì tried to keep it shallow, so he didn’t overwhelm Aureliano.
Unfortunately, it was still too much for someone inexperienced at sucking cock. Aureliano pulled back, coughing awkwardly. The always startlingly blue eyes were wet as he looked up.
“Spadì…” His voice trailed off, uncertainty in the tone.
Already with a fist around his cock, Spadino stroked himself while carding fingers through Aureliano’s hair.
“Fuck, that was amazing, you did so good.”
Whining, Aureliano tucked his face into Spadino’s hip, his hand cupping himself. Spadì didn’t know what he was more desperate for: to come himself or to watch more of Aureliano’s needy reactions to being praised. It reminded him of their last encounter.
“That’s it amò, you are doing so well.”
Another shudder ran through Aurelian’s body at the pet name, his hand now stroking himself in his pants. A twitch of Spadì’s fingers in his hair had Aurelià keening, arm moving fast. Spadino matched him. Letting his mouth run wild.
“Aurè, fuck, amò, you are amazing like this. Doing so well. Come on, I want to see you come amò. Let me fucking see it.” He was right on the edge himself, drawn so tight he was sure to explode at any moment.
Aureliano moaned and Spadino’s hand contracted in his hair. “Spadì—”
And that was all it took. The muffled sound of Aureliano whining his name had him locked up and coming. Spadino tried to block himself from splattering all over Aureliano but was only partially successful.
Fortunately, the other man was so lost in his own orgasm he didn’t seem to notice,
Spadì combed his fingers through Aureliano’s hair as he came down, murmuring soft encouragement. The heat of Aurelian’s open-mouthed pants burned against his hip before rapidly chilling. They stayed like that for a long moment until the clutch of Aureliano’s fingers on Spadì’s thighs drew him down.
He sank to the floor, clinging to Aureliano, desperate for that comforting connection. When he sniffed back tears, he felt Aurelià collapse into his neck, shoulders shaking with silent sobs where Spadino’s arms circled them.
Spadì let himself fall likewise into the comfort, head resting on Aureliano’s shoulder.
Pants still around his thighs, he cried for Teo and Lele, for Romolo and Livia, and all the others lost in this stupid campaign. But even as he cried, he knew that would keep going, keep doing anything to make sure Aureliano stayed by his side.