Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 05

Xavier nodded, and looked like he was about to ask something more, but stopped before he did. There was a tense set to Aldo's shoulders and the line of his jaw was tighter than it had been. Whatever it was, he really didn't want to talk about it and Xav could understand that very well.

Aldo shook his head, impatient with the slowness of the traffic, and turned off into a quieter side street. They were coming into the city proper now and the roads were all suddenly thronged with cars and bikes and people. Quite a few of them looked more than twice at the Spider, and the two hot guys sitting in it.

After finding what Aldo considered a secure enough spot to park the car they got out and Xavier followed him down a winding concourse of interesting little shops and vendors selling both quality and dubious items side by side. There was nothing quite as good as having a local to guide you to the best places though. Browsing though a seemingly endless array of items and curios was kind of fun for a while but it wasn't something Xav did often. He wasn't a big collector of shiny fluff or things to feather the nest. Hell, at the moment he didn't even have a nest to feather!

They headed up another street lined with a range of high-end clothing boutiques. Everything from designer suits and perfumes to bags, shoes and jewellery. Xavier perked right up. For someone that made a living taking his clothes off, he had an inordinate amount of interest in finery. He zeroed in on the Armani, Versace, and Gucci stores like a homing pigeon returning to roost.

His guide seemed to share his enthusiasm. Thus far into his holiday Xavier had only seen Aldo fully dressed twice, not counting today, but his wardrobe certainly wasn't thrift shop chic. Today it was casual, but still somehow well tailored and eye catching, in light shades and cool linens with expensive looking shoes to match. It set off his Mediterranean colouring to perfection, something that Aldo seemed more than aware of.

Aldo was also fairly well known in Naples, going off the number of people who caught his eye and said hi, asked for photos or an autograph, or called out to him in ribald Italian. Quite a few of them hailed him; "Hey! Danico!" and he smiled at that as if it was an embarrassment, but one that he tolerated nonetheless.

"Danico?" Xav questioned.

"It's a joke," Aldo said casually, looking as though he would gloss over this too, except he could see the question still lingering in Xavier's big blue eyes. He heaved a sigh and tried to explain. "It is like... uhh... you know, Danica Patrick, she is a beautiful girl racing driver in the USA? And you know the magazines, they like, take her picture in bikinis and shorts and lying on cars like in a porn shoot. When I was first driving I was also still modelling a bit and I was on the covers of magazines, posing with cars and stuff... you know. And other drivers, you know they are jealous because I am a good looking guy and I beat them too much!" He laughed huskily, playing with his car keys in a distracted way that told Xavier straight off that he wasn't as self-assured as he often played it. "So they start to call me 'Danico'... making fun, you know. But then they also figure that I win quite a few races so maybe they don't call me that so much now."

His wide, white grin showed the reason why photographers were still so keen to get him on magazine covers though. Xavier shook his head with a rueful little chuckle. "It's fun to tease the pretty boy until he starts beating the pants off of you. Typical."

They moved on to another shop. Xav was looking though the racks and Aldo commented on a few things, noting that Xavier wasn't picking anything out. Xav shrugged. He supposed he was still a little reluctant to actually let anyone spend money on him. Aldo finally picked something up that Xav had admired and put back.

"You want to try it on maybe?"

Xav took the shirt being held out to him, and that seemed to break a barrier. He soon had an armful of items that either Aldo pushed at him or he selected. At the back of the store was a dressing room area, Xav didn't think twice about Aldo following him back. He had a good eye and Xav was just as happy with some of the things he'd picked out as he was his own choices. He even let himself enjoy the indulgent mood as he changed outfits and showed them off for Aldo's critique.

His companion affably manoeuvred him into a sleek, body hugging vest shirt and low cut pants in a dark, shimmering material that showed off a considerable amount of tanned, toned waistline. Aldo's smile said that the outfit had quite an effect.

"Have you ever modelled?" he asked now, sitting back on the bench in the changing cubicles and watching Xav strut his stuff in the clinging garments. "You would be very good, I think."

A funny little look passed over Xavier's features. "Not the kind of modelling that you're gonna find in any magazine that's legal to buy," he admitted.

He saw Aldo's curious expression in the mirror over his shoulder. Xavier licked his lips and gave a little one shouldered shrug. "I was under age, and they knew it. Looked younger than I was then too. It was geared toward...a particular clientele."

Aldo's smile faded slightly. He shook his head again, murmuring something under his breath in his own tongue then adding; "Perhaps it is not so strange that you should come to us then."

Xavier didn't comment on that. All this talking today with Aldo had made it suddenly occur to him that in some ways he'd fallen out of the habit of conversation entirely, more than just his usual avoidance of talking about himself. It hadn't been necessary, it hadn't felt necessary, to go though the normal getting-to-know-you phase of a relationship with Rayne. It seemed like the moment Ray bit him, for the first time, in San Francisco, the connection they had was enough to make words almost superfluous.

Thinking of Rayne, he invariably felt a painful tug of longing. That place inside where he usually felt his lover's presence was like a raw wound every time he touched it.

"Xavier?"

He looked up into the mirror again, seeing Aldo, and realised that the Italian had called his name more than once.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and put on a smile that felt more than a little forced. Xav did it anyway. He turned around and shimmied out of the outfit he had on.

"Are you okay?" Aldo asked, rather more solicitously. "Not tired, or anything?"

He pressed a smile into service, clearly aware of what might well be on Xavier's mind.

"Yeah, I'm ok," Xav reassured him. He stood in a very tiny pair of black, micro briefs examining a clingy shirt so deeply green that it was almost black. It would look fantastic with his eyes. He noticed that Aldo's gaze was definitely more fixed on him than the clothing now. A smile, a little more genuine, curled one corner of his mouth. "Why? Are you tired?"

Aldo's dark eyes roamed contemplatively over the almost unbroken line of Xavier's sculpted body. The small, dark undergarment kind of focussed the eye on a pert part of his delicious anatomy and he pushed away from the wall now, reaching out to touch the delicate fabric of the green shirt.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "How could I possibly be tired?"

He was touching the flowing spill of verdant fabric but his eyes were looking anywhere but at the shirt as he spoke. Now the fingers of one hand traced the cloth to its limit and moved steadily beyond the hem and up onto Xavier's lean, tanned forearm, tracing slow circles on his skin.

Xavier watched the caressing hand glide over his skin, a pleasant little prickle of heat spreading there. He looked up and Aldo had leaned close, close enough that he could feel the warmth of him all down his front; close enough that his eyes were automatically drawn to the lush mouth, only inches from his own now. He let his thoughts go to autopilot and leaned into the solid body standing in front of him so enticingly. His hands crept up Aldo's hard packed chest and slid to the back of his neck, drawing him down a little so that he could press his lips with a warm kiss.

Aldo surrendered to the hot surge of pleasure that rushed his system as Xav pulled him into that kiss. Of course, he wanted to make Xavier feel better and take his mind off missing Rayne but a small, selfish part of him also wanted the gorgeous blond boy to give him some pleasure too. It was certainly no hardship for Aldo, who had grown fond of Xavier over the past few weeks.

His hands meandered slowly up and down Xavier's naked back as their lips met and merged a little more intensely. The green shirt fell to the floor, unregarded, as Xavier's hands slid around the back of Aldo's neck. The older man's strong arms encircled Xavier's torso, pulling their bodies together firmly.

Xavier slid his fingers into Aldo's soft dark hair, his tongue doing a slow undulation against the roof of Aldo's mouth as he rubbed against him intimately. He let himself get caught up in the pleasure of the kiss and everything else dropped away. Unconsciously, Xavier slid the tip of his tongue back a bit, looking for a sharply descended dogtooth and only nudging a normal sized one. Almost angrily he pushed back in to tease along Aldo's tongue, his hands sliding down the Italian's strong, broad back and around his waist, to the button of his pants.

Aldo tilted his head so that the contact between their lips was briefly feather-light. He exhaled rapidly, making a small, acquiescent sound in the back of his throat as Xavier's hand touched his stiffening cock through the light summer material of his trousers. Then one hand was in Xavier's hair, tugging the younger man's lips roughly onto his again.

A soft moan rose to Xavier's throat as Aldo's fingers roamed through his hair and that hot tongue stabbed into his mouth. His hand pressed over the thickening bulge in the front of Aldo's trousers, nimble fingers slid the button free and got the zipper down letting the light material cascade down his legs. A little tug pulled his underwear down as well and Xav's hand wrapped gently around the heavy shaft that he'd freed.

Another little moan lifted from Xavier as his fingers stroked along soft skin. He broke the kiss so he could sink down to his knees, his mouth watering for a taste. The scent of warm flesh and heady male arousal filled his mouth and nose and sent sparks of desire shooting through him. Slowly he kissed and licked his way up Aldo's impressive length, in no particular hurry. His eyes slid closed as his soft mouth caressed over the head of Aldo's magnificent cock and opened to take him inside.

Aldo let his head fall back and his lips parted around a long, shuddering gasp, exhaled all too quickly as Xavier got to work on him. The caress of the blond man's warm, wet lips on his rising sex sent little tremors of desire quivering through him as his swelling prick responded to the stroke of Xav's gentle tongue and the sweet, seductive suction of his mouth. It took every last ounce of control not to groan aloud as the gorgeous American youth began to give him incredible head.

No wonder Wylde looked so fucking pleased with himself of late, Aldo thought fleetingly. But the thought was quickly driven away by slow, wet heat of Xavier's mouth, sinking down on his shaft, taking him deeper.

The thick cock butting up against the back of his throat muffled the small needy little sounds of pleasure Xavier made. One hand gently rolled and fondled the heavy, hairless balls between Aldo's firm, copper thighs while the other caressed and kneaded one taut cheek of his buttocks.

Xavier's mouth watered with copious amounts of hot saliva, slicking Aldo up and making it easier to take him. Xav slid his mouth slowly down further, a little at a time, tilting his head back a bit so he could let his well-endowed friend push past the ring of his throat. His eyes were still closed, long lashes dark against his creamy golden cheeks giving him a blissfully angelic look as his soft lips worked all the way down to Aldo's base.

"Fuck! Ohhh fuck, yeah!" Aldo whispered huskily.

The handsome Italian stroked his fingers through Xavier's hair, tugging on it as he rode the blond boy's mouth. He was looking anywhere but at Xavier's cherubic features as he thrust between the boy's soft lips, enjoying the blissful tightness of his throat around that plump, purple cock head. Years of fucking hot young twinks on camera had taught him control but if he looked at Xav now he would come in the younger man's mouth, and he wanted more than that.

"Ahhhh... caro, that's good!" he exhaled ever so softly. "You are so fuckin' sexy. I wanna fuck your hot little ass hard."

The fierce sparks inside Xav ignited into flames as desire pooled in his middle. He ran a hand down his body to squeeze and rub the erection straining in the confines of his own tiny briefs for a few moments as he continued to nod up and down on Aldo's hard prick. He finally released Aldo with a wet slurp and a panting sigh before he rose to his feet again, sliding the lycra shorts down his narrow hips and shooting Aldo a sultry look as he disrobed completely.

"Oh, you are something else!" Aldo whispered; a huge smile on his face as his hands came to rest on Xavier's slim hips and he turned the blond to face the cubicle wall.

Going down on one knee behind the younger man he spread Xavier's cheeks with his warm, strong hands and touched his lips and tongue into the deep cleft between them. Slowly he drew a long, wet line almost from Xavier's balls to the base of his spine with the tip of his searching tongue. Xavier spread his legs accommodatingly, trying to keep his soft groan of pleasure as quiet as Aldo had kept his little sighs. Being ill these last few day had put a damper on his libido, but it came back now with a rush of heat and lust. With one arm braced against the wall Xav turned his face to muffle the next little sound of excitement that came to his lips. His other hand slid down his torso to stroke and caress lightly along his aching, hard cock as Aldo's long agile tongue did wonderful things to him.

That skilful tongue returned to tease the tight pucker of flesh around his asshole and Aldo blew on the damp skin there, making him twitch and flutter with need. He kissed his way slowly up Xavier's spine as he rose, stroking the head of his sex smoothly back and forth over that tremulous orifice.

Xavier's half lidded eyes watched in the mirror beside them. Aldo's gorgeous body fitted up snugly to his buttocks, the tops of his thighs pressing up along the backs of his own. He had no control over the way his head tilted back on a desperate groan as Aldo slowly pushed the fat head of that long, hard cock past his ring.

"Uuuhhh Aldo...oh fffuh..." Aldo's hand came up over his mouth, not roughly but tight enough to muffle his enthusiastic response.

"Shh..." the Italian stud murmured, softly nuzzling under his ear.

Xavier pulled in a breath through his nose and stood with thighs and belly quivering, biting down on his lips he wriggled backward for a little bit more. Gently Aldo pressed a finger between his lips as he began to rock himself smoothly against Xavier's undulating body. If sinking into the warmth of his mouth had been delicious it was nothing compared to the heat of his sexy little sun-tanned ass. Aldo kissed his neck softly over and over now as he pressed himself deeper.

"Mmmmm.... so sweet," he breathed into Xavier's ear as he began to buck harder, loving the erotic suction of his mate's lips on his finger mirroring the tight channel that drew on his throbbing cock, and the dangerously public setting for their intimate tryst.

"mmm..." Xav hummed, a little whine of longing in his throat. He closed his eyes and for a disorientating moment he remembered being pressed up against cool tiles with Rayne riding him just like this and how sweet and good it had been when he sank into him and... He opened his eyes again, banishing the memory as he looked in the mirror at the sexy Italian behind him, at the way he flexed his hips and surged deeper until Xavier's eyes were nearly rolling up in his head. He stroked his own cock a little faster and harder as Aldo's pelvis pushed into his cheeks as he bottomed out inside Xav.

As the memory of cool tiles under his hands slid away a sudden rush of confusing images replaced it, visions and emotions that Xavier knew did not belong to him. He felt the Mediterranean heat, even under the chilled breath of the shop's air-con, and the roughness of a stone wall under his hands. The same mixture of panic and excitement rose in him at being fucked in public, with the fear of being caught and the exhilaration of being with a handsome and well hung lover. Only this was not his memory; the sun was hot beyond the shadowy Mediterranean courtyard where Aldo fucked the living breath out of him. He could hear the faint rumble of traffic beyond the vine-covered wall and the desperate beating of his heart.

Aldo gripped his lean hips and rode him harder now, pushing up into him as if his life depended on merging completely with Xavier's nude body. He pressed his lips to Xav's neck, kissing and half-biting him as he thrust; overpowered by the secrecy and urgency of the experience.

"I am so close!" he panted urgently in Xavier's ear. "Tell me that you are ready, caro. I wanna come with you."

The dislocated feeling of being two places at once had Xavier's head spinning for a moment. And then all he felt was Aldo's hands on his body, the way he filled him over and over; the tightly coiled feeling behind his cock and deep in his balls that suddenly rose up threatening to unman him. Aldo's hand was still pressed over his mouth and it was a good thing or the whole store would have heard his wild, hungry cries as he shuddered and sprayed his frantic climax against the rough stones of another man's memory.

Aldo slithered around him, wrapping him in the heated embrace of arms and legs, muffling his own growl of joyous release in the curve of Xavier's sweat-slick neck and shoulder. The pull of Xavier's clenching muscles milked and stroked his aching cock and his hips bucked almost involuntarily as he pulled Xav against him, enjoying full body contact with the beautiful, sexy young man in his arms. He moaned long and low as he burst into Xavier like a vibrant fountain, spurting again and again, uncontrollably, within him.

Xavier leaned against the wall, legs splayed, catching his breath. The brief cool touch he thought he felt in his head was as elusive as water slipping though his fingers, and left him feeling empty and aching, just as he had been before it was gone. A swell of emotion came up inside him and he quickly shoved it back down. Rayne had left him, he needed to get over it. And why was he standing there thinking about the lover that didn't want him when Aldo had been so sweetly attentive? There must be something wrong with his fucking head.

Aldo still nuzzled along his neck, his hands stroking his sides tenderly as he slowly withdrew from him. Xavier turned in his arms and kissed him tender-sweet then buried his face against his chest and held him tight. Aldo did not need to know the reason, for him it was pleasure enough that Xavier was curled around him so lovingly. He had not come out intending to take things this far and so quickly, but if Xavier needed that kind of intimacy then he was more than happy to provide it.

"That was fantastic," he whispered into Xav's sweat damp, golden curls. "You are so beautiful, caro. So sexy!"

Xavier just clung to him for a few moments more. He felt a little dizzy now and was thinking that maybe today had been a bit too ambitious after all, since he'd only just managed to amble out of bed that morning. Aldo seemed to sense this, or maybe he just noticed how pale Xavier's face was. He solved the problem neatly by helping Xav to get dressed, then told the clerk they'd take everything, whether Xav had tried it on yet or not.