Costa Smeralda

Something was off, and Bruno couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He sat in a car with Abbacchio, but the others weren’t with him. Bruno tried to figure out his location and looked around in the car seat. Judging from the barrel clay tiles from the church near the beach, he was still in Italy, but where exactly? And why was he wearing fewer clothes? Are these swimming trunks?

“And not a cloud in the sky. I’ll get the things out from the trunk,” Abbacchio said before kissing him.

“Wait!” Bruno caused him to stop, but his mind felt blank. “The things?”

“You know, the umbrella, towels, sunscreen, and food.”

“I could’ve sworn we were supposed to do something.”

“Yeah, relax. Trish told us to come to Sardinia, specifically Cala di Volpe in Costa Smeralda.”

“Oh, where is she?”

“In Naples with the others. Fugo suggested that they stay behind while we vacation. I think Narancia wanted to join us. It’s better if he doesn’t. Hey, can you open the trunk, please?”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He pressed the button on the key to open the trunk. “Here. Let me help you.”

Bruno carried the umbrella and picnic basket, while Abbacchio had the towels and sunscreen. How strange, he thought. Bruno expected many people at the beach, but it seemed like they had the whole area to themselves. Abbacchio placed the towels down and took off his black shirt. Bruno got topless, also.

“Before we lay down, want to take a picture near that church? How about that little pillar thing?” Abbacchio took out a camera.

“Right here?”

“Yeah, but put your arms on the pillar. Okay, now cross them and rest your head there. Perfect! Let’s head back. Trish will love this picture.”

They returned to their spot on the beach.

“Can you help put sunscreen on my back?” Abbacchio asked. “It’s hard to reach.”

Bruno squirted the sunscreen in his hand and rubbed it on his muscular back.

“You’re good with those hands,” he complimented and gave a playful giggle.

“Oh?” Bruno smiled. “Maybe once we’re alone in private, I could stroke something.” He blushed and cleared his throat.

“No one’s here.” Abbacchio placed a finger under Bruno’s chin and brought him closer. “We can do whatever we want.”

The white-haired man slithered his tongue inside him, and they held each other tightly. Saliva dripped from their mouths, and Abbacchio’s hand squeezed Bruno’s ass. After making out for a couple of minutes, they needed to catch their breaths.

Bruno panted. “I helped you. Now you help me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Abbacchio grabbed the sunscreen and applied a generous amount in his hands, rubbing it on Bruno’s arms and legs.

“Aren’t you forgetting the chest and back?”

“Getting there, Bruno.” He kissed his neck. He rubbed the sunscreen on his chest, playing with his nipples.

“Ah, what are you doing?” His face turned red.

Abbacchio rubbed sunscreen on his back and then his stomach, but his hands didn’t stop there. They moved lower, fondling the bulge in Bruno’s trunks. “You know what I’m doing.”

He bit his lips. “What if someone sees us?”

“It’s just us.”

“What will you do if there are people here? Would you keep going?”

“Yeah, and I’ll be sneaky.” Abbacchio’s hands went in his trunks, touching and stroking his hardened cock, which caused the other to bite his lips to contain his moan.

Bruno couldn’t contain it and let it slip. He felt filthy but in a good way. “Good. Don’t stop.” He closed his eyes.

Then they heard a bunch of kids playing soccer, causing Bruno to open his eyes, but Abbacchio didn’t stop.

The black-haired man grabbed his arm. “Stop! Are you insane? There are kids here. We need to stop.”

“I said I’ll be sneaky.”

“No, we have to stop.”

“Didn’t you tell me not to stop?”

“Yes, but this is different.”

He tried to get his hands off his pants but couldn’t. “Abbacchio, what’s with you?”

“I thought this is what you wanted.”

“No! Please, hurry! Those kids might see what we’re doing.”

“If it’s what you want.” He withdrew his hands and then stared at him with puppy eyes.

“Leone…”

“Could you make sure those kids are gone? I just want to spend time with you.” Abbacchio sounded heartbroken.

Something was off. Bruno felt like he had been here before but steeled himself and walked towards the group of kids. He approached the kid with short pink hair, who wasn’t facing him. For some reason, he was shirtless.

“Hey, could you kids run off and play somewhere else?” Bruno asked.

The boy turned around, and he saw his stitched lips. Someone cut the boy’s left wrist.

“What’s going on, Abbacchio?” he yelled and turned around.

Abbacchio wasn’t there.

“Abbacchio!” He turned around to question the kid, but he, too, disappeared.

Gray clouds rolled in, and Bruno kept shouting his name. He then looked at the church and saw somebody lying on the rocks. He got closer and saw Abbacchio with a hole where his heart should be, and a pool of blood surrounded his body. Mortified, Bruno covered his mouth and closed his eyes, hoping it was a bad dream.

-

“Abbacchio!” Bruno shouted and sat in his bed.

“What is it?” Abbacchio slowly rosed in bed.

“I had that dream again,” he replied.

“Come here. Cuddle with me. It’s still dark, and you need your sleep.”

Narancia barged in the door. Mista, Giorno, and Fugo were behind him. “I heard a scream. Are you alright?”

“It’s just another nightmare,” Bruno answered. “I’m sorry. Go back to sleep, everyone.”