North Meets South, Worlds Collide - 49. Chapter 49

The week did pass and soon I was packing for our trip. I was arranging our clothes when Tony came home. Entering our room, he frowned at what he saw. I only had a few suitcases.

“Are we packing light?” He asked.

I looked at the four suitcases. “Light!?” Then I grinned at my husband. “I suppose this is light for you. We don’t need that many suitcases. We don’t need that many clothes.” I waved at the suitcases. “We can go without any on Ios.”

Tony smiled. “Go nude? You? Out in the open!?” He came up to me, wrapping his arms around me.

“It’s a private beach. No one else there.” I smiled as he kissed me. “Just me and maybe some seagulls.”

Tony kissed me gently again. “So what’s to do for fun there?” His grin told me he knew perfectly.

“I won’t honor that question with an answer,” I growled. “This way, I’ll have no tan lines for sure. If we lay out. It’ll be a little chilly at night.”

“But it will be just you and me.” Tony grinned kissing me again. “That sounds wonderful.”

“And we’re doing nothing about our birthdays until we’re on Ios.” I reminded him.

He nodded frowning as he thought about it. “I’ll be forty.”

I nodded. “And still the most handsome man I’ve ever even heard of.”

Things were a little chaotic our last day. I still had to work and so did Tony. David arrived that afternoon and was staying the two weeks. He’d have to go back to Columbia for class occasionally, but he’d be back that evening and it wasn’t that far away. Alan and Kent had returned having had a pleasant time. And Alan was a little tanner!

Then it was sort of like we were parents leaving the kids home alone for the first time. For me, anyway.

“Our Androids will be on, you can contact us anytime,” I said to Sasha who was smiling with his arm around David. Alik in front of them.

Tony grinned. “Are there cell towers on Ios?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure there are.” But I didn’t really know.

Sasha chuckled as he shook me lightly. “Go, have a good time. Stop being nasedka.”

I frowned. “I’m not being a mother hen!”

David smiled. “Yes, you are Dad. Don’t worry, we’ll have the party mess cleaned up before you get back.” He smirked as he said that.

I knew he was kidding. At least I hoped so.

Alik smiled at me. “Have a good trip, Uncle Mitch. Uncle Tony.” He said in English. Very accented, but in English!

I smiled at the boy in delight. “That was perfect!” I said in Russian hugging Alik. “Though, do I say I’m not the one with the funny accent now? Watch your Daddy and David. They’re tricky.”

Alik grinned. “I will. Are you bringing me anything?” He asked in Russian hopefully.

I smiled. “I think we might.”

The doorbell rang as the driver had gotten there. Opening it, I was surprised. This was no cab driver, this was a chauffeur! I hadn’t called for the taxi, Tony did. I looked at Tony. “A limo?”

Tony grinned. “Not a super stretch, but yes.” He shrugged.

Once in the limo, I smiled at my husband. “Am I a mother hen?”

Tony just rolled his eyes and didn’t answer.

We flew to Atlanta and from there we flew to Rome. Again, we were in first class. After an hour or so, Tony took my hand.

“Membership renewal.” He grinned pulling some pocket lube out. “Only, you first. I make love to you.”

The bathroom for this airline wasn’t as big as British Airways. This was Delta. They had planes going all over the United States and the world! It was nice, but the means to an end. No one knocked or wanted to use the bathroom or even noticed. Tony did make love to me and I got to make love to him. With the same results, as I had to cover his mouth while I was making love to him. We cleaned up and returned to our seats. It was then I saw the older lady on the other side of the aisle frowning at us. Not everyone didn’t know what we were doing, and she did not approve. It was her problem, not ours. She wasn’t a member of the Mile High Club and never would be.

It was a few hours when we started to come down to the da Vinci Airport. Start the mandolin! In a lot of ways, I felt like I was coming home. We’d been here before and now it was an old friend to me. Only this time, we arrived at night. Seeing the Cavaliere at night was still impressive. We entered the hotel which we both knew now. At the front desk, the young woman smiled.

“Welcome to the Cavaliere. Can I check you in?” She greeted in Italian.

“Yes, Anthony Delveccio and Mitchell McKenzie.” Tony smiled.

She typed quickly. “Oh, yes. You’re in our Penthouse Suite.” She read quickly. “The same as before.” She nodded. “Welcome back, but only three days?”

I grinned. “We’re vacationing in the Greek Islands, but we’re returning in a week. And we’ll be back again, don’t worry about that.”

Returning to the suite, I loved the view and I loved being back in Rome. I was looking out the window when I felt Tony grab me. Pulling me back to the bedroom and pushing me down on the bed as he kissed me, hard!

“I know you know it, but…I love you, Mitch.” Tony smiled as his hands came up my sides pulling my shirt from my pants. “For the next two weeks, it’s just you, me and a lot of lovemaking. Repeatedly.”

“Repetativity makes perfection. I can’t imagine it getting better, but we’ll see.” I chuckled as my arms brought him closer. “Well, we need to make sure you’ve drunk a lot of fluids and eat properly. You’ll need the energy.”

Tony smiled. “Bentornait bello, romantic Roma. Tutto quello che faremo per le prossime due settimane e divertirci e fare l’amore.”

I shook my head. Switching languages was not hard now. “It is beautiful in Rome. It is romantic. But only if you’re here. We will do nothing but enjoy and love each other.” I said in English. I felt my shirt being unbuttoned and slipped off. “I do love you, Tony.”

Tony smiled kissing me. “I know you do.”

I sighed. “This is what I’ve always wanted.” I ran my fingers in his hair looking in his adoring eyes.

Tony looked surprised. “Rome?”

“You.” I smiled. “A man that loves me, that I know well and we know each other. A comfortable familiarity. We know what we both want and how to give it to the other. No games.”

Tony grinned and shook his head. “No games.” Then he thought. “I wonder if I can get another Roman Soldier outfit.”

I laughed as I pulled his shirt open inhaling his scent. “Not necessary right now,” I said as my erection hardened from his scent. “Maybe later.” I smiled as my hand went below his pants to his ass. “Right now, I’ve got what I need right here.” Kissing him as hard as he did me. Rolling us over I pulled his shirt off, my nose in his chest hair as I unfastened his pants. Heated and hot sex is great. We did have that. But we also had the slow, passion-filled longing to try to physically join. We no longer just had sex, we made love and we loved each other.

It was at breakfast…well, lunch by the time we woke up. Time was ahead here in Rome. What was morning back in Charleston was midday was here. There was six hours difference.

“Have you an idea what you want to do today?” Tony asked me, sipping his coffee. That precious Italian coffee.

“There are some sites we can see.” I nodded. “Return to some…but really, Tony. I just want to spend time with you. We don’t have to do a thing we haven’t already done. No schedules to keep.” Then I grinned. “And no shopping!”

Tony frowned. “Aw, come on. We’re in Rome, we have got to shop!” He pouted. “It’s a rule!!” He grinned at me.

I nodded grinning back. “I see, and who made up that rule?”

“I did.” Tony leaned over kissing me. “Just now.” He sat back after kissing me again. “Besides, we promised Alik something from our trip. And there’s Sasha and David….”

“Fine!” I stopped him. “We’ll shop. For them.”

“Why waste time and energy?” Tony asked. “We’re here, we might as well shop for clothes for us. We each need at least one outfit.”

I shook my head. “God, you are so gay!”

Tony chuckled. “Yes, I am. And madly in love with you.”

We did shop, sort of. Nothing in mind, but just wandered around town. We tried a new place for a late lunch. Then we had a nice dinner at La Pergola there at the Cavalieri. Tony got to dress for dinner in a nice blue suit. It was very sharp and with his skin color and hair, breathtaking. I had a nice brown…beige…whatever, it was a suit. There is a dress code.

“Since we’re still of Eastern Time. Would you like to explore more of the nightlife in Rome?” I asked, but had an idea about what.

Tony looked at me wiping his mouth on his cloth napkin. “Such as?”

“We’ve been dancing before, but never over here. I’d like to see a night club here.”

Tony’s eyebrows rose. “A night club. You mean a gay club.”

I nodded. “If we’re dancing there, it would have to be.”

Tony chuckled. “And you have one in mind.” He knew I did.

“There’s one nearby, near the Coliseum. Called The Bar.” I shrugged. “It has the best rating on the internet.”

Tony grinned. “I’m game.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “But no picking up strangers to bring home, okay?”

“I didn’t do that with Sasha! He just followed us home.”

“I mean, the last time we were in Rome, those two…whatever…American tourists, we met from California that wanted to have sex with us.” Tony growled. “No twinks. Nobody, but for us.”

I saluted. “Absolutely.”

It was October and it got cool in Rome. While not cold, we wore jackets and jeans out for clubbing. It was a weekend night now and Rome was gearing up to party! As we got to the street, it was easy to see where The Bar was. The building was nice, old made new again, but above the marque was lit with the rainbow colors of the gay flag. And the music was pumping bass rhythm even at a distance. Male couples were going inside. There were a few girls there, or guys dressed as girls, but mostly all guys. And as always there was a middle aged guy that greeted us.

“Hello, welcome to The Bar!” He greeted in Italian. “I’ve never seen you guys before, are you new here?”

“We’re just passing through,” Tony said with a smile. “My husband here saw you guys on the internet and wanted to go dancing. And here we are!”

The man grinned wider. “Husband? That’s very nice! We’ve got plenty to dance to here.” And of course, there is always a cover charge. And he was right. Once inside the music was blaring! But that’s what you wanted, right? The place had a dance floor and guys were dancing their asses off! It was a party inside. Laughing, drinking and yes, there were many kissing. And if I looked hard enough, I might have seen more. For the most part, the guys here were young, in their twenties or early thirties. Some older, but mostly they were here to meet up and dance! No matter what country or language, there is a universal language; music and the love to dance. Tony and I had been to a few clubs and we could dance. So when he grabbed me, spun me around and danced me out to the dance floor we were just a couple of guys enjoying being together and danced! Time was unimportant and we danced until either of us had gotten winded. Tony might be turning forty, but his feet didn’t know that. He was in good shape as he exercised religiously. So did I. To me there would never be anyone else.

The atmosphere was great and the guys were all friendly. Some wanted to be very friendly. Tony had to go to the bathroom and I didn’t, so I went and waited at the bar. Languages were being spoken loudly, Italian, English and others scattered around.

“Dove e il tuo ragazzo?” I heard next to me. I turned to see a guy in his late twenties, not a bad looking guy. Dark hair, that was a plus for me. Asking me where my boyfriend was. From his accent, I knew he was American.

“My husband had to relieve himself,” I answered in English with a smile.

The guy’s eyes grew. “You’re American?” He smiled. “So am I.”

I nodded. “I heard that. Tony and I have been married for four years.”

“Wow!” The man grinned. “That’s impressive. I was going to ask if I could buy you a drink, but I guess that’s one out, huh?”

I smiled back. “Yeah, it’s out, but thanks.”

He shook his head. “He’s a lucky man.”

“So am I.” I shook his hand. “But happy hunting.”

Tony was just coming back when the guy walked off. “I thought only women had lines to the bathroom.” He looked at the guy who was now approaching another guy. “Who was that?”

I grinned at him then pulled him into a kiss. “Just a man that wanted company.”

Tony frowned looking at the guy again. “I walk off and it’s open season for you?”

My eyebrows rose. “What, you think I’d be interested?” I raised my finger. “Don’t start. You’re the only man for me and you know that. The only person for me. I think you’d be flattered. A nice looking guy wants to get close to me, but I only allow you to do that. Now, let’s dance some more.” I pulled him back on the dance floor.

The sun was starting to shine on the horizon when we headed back to the hotel. We walked through the streets of Rome. Again, I could almost hear the mandolin.

“I had a good time tonight,” Tony said taking my hand as we walked.

“And there are going to be more nights like this one,” I promised.

Then I grinned when I told Tony we were going shopping. For clothes! His face was so…well, his face would split if he smiled any bigger. It was as if telling a child we were going to Disneyworld! You know by now that I hated shopping, but it made him happy. I’d deal with it.

We ended up at the Spanish Steps, or near there. There were names of stores we went in I had no idea who they were. Except for Armani, him I knew. I think we covered half of Rome! And like a kid a Disneyworld, Tony was all over the place. He wanted for me to be included, so he brought shirts and pants, one right after the other to me to see if I’d try them on. I hated that even more! But I did anyway. I think he went overboard as the boxes were threatening to be more than we brought to Rome. The beauty was we didn’t have to pack a thing. He only chose a few things to take with us and had the rest shipped!

That evening we went to our rooftop terrace and soaked in the Jacuzzi. Tony sighed as he seemingly melted in the bubbling hot water.

“I was sore this morning,” Tony confessed, but a happy smile on his face. “I’ll be sore again from all that walking today.” Then he brightened. “But it was worth it.”

Coming close to him, his arm went around me without his even thinking about it. “It was.” I agreed. “But not for what you and I got, but it made you so happy.”

“As long you’re happy with me. We’re good!” Tony said kissing me gently.