The Hateful Heavy Heart | 18+

39 - The First Day Away

Ruggiero

Jace was right. Joining the mile-high club was satisfying, but admittedly a little cramped. I managed to nap for the remaining three hours of the flight and awoke to her shaking my shoulders when it was time to get off.

I didn't know that I'd do it again, but several different versions of it appeared in my dreams. For a while, we were huddled in the small bathroom together. She sat on the toilet lid, sucking my cock as I stood in front of her. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock before running over the slit. Then the scene morphed to replicate our real-life moment.

Her hands on the wall as she rode me. My hands on her waist holding her in place. My cock deep, deep in her wet pussy.

"What were you dreaming about, mister?" Jace asked me as we walked through the tunnel leading inside the airport.

My cheeks warmed. "You, amorino. Always you," I confessed.

"Of course, you were." She gave me an appreciative smile. "Enough dreaming, lover boy. I want to get out of here."

We didn't waste a minute collecting our luggage from baggage claim and heading outside. The sooner we left the airport, the sooner I could get some food in Jace's stomach. My babies needed it. The flight had some refreshments, but it wasn't first class. Nuts, fruit gummies, and canned drinks only did so much for a person.

Jace wrapped her arm around mine as we were greeted by the cool breeze. "Fuck, it's cold out here."

I breathed in the air, scenting a smooth blend of the saltwater of the city's canals and fresh dark roasted coffee beans that warmed me down to my toes. I loved afternoons in Venice. "It's cozy." I leaned down a little and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you hungry?"

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "Of course, we're hungry."

I smiled back at her. "I think I know the perfect spot."

We took a taxi to a family-owned restaurant near our hotel. It wasn't fancy, but it was delicious. Jace ordered a beef filet with roasted rosemary potatoes, and I grilled eel and polenta.

She took a sip of her water before stuffing a potato in her mouth. Watching her eat was more enjoyable than the plate of food in front of me. I dug into my polenta, my eyes never leaving her face.

Jace winked at me and covered her face with her free hand. "You know," she said between bites, "If you take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Is that your way of telling me to stop starting?"

"Yes, Rue. Stop staring and eat your food."

"As you wish, amorino."

Jace

Once we were done eating, we took a taxi to the hotel.

There was only one way to describe the hotel in Dorsoduro and that was fucking luxurious. It was a rustic three-story building, its rear bordered by the Grand Canal. On our way into the hotel, Ruggiero held onto my upper arms, beaming as he told me it also functioned as a stop for the water bus.

We collapsed on the bed shortly after grabbing the room key. After spending almost a full day on a plane, I craved the comfort of soft bedsheets.

"I can't believe you grew up here," I said.

Ruggiero rolled over to face me. "I can," he said, throwing an arm across my back. His hand relaxed on the curve of my waist. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"