Chapter 31: One last time

Third POV

Downstairs, the quiet inside the car was thick and suffocating. Marco and Fabio sat side by side in the dark interior of Fabio’s car, parked along the quiet curb away from Orso’s apartment building. The street outside was silent, but inside the vehicle, the tension between them felt like a physical weight pressing down on their chests.

Fabio kept his hands resting on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale in the faint moonlight filtering through the windshield. He didn’t turn to look at Marco right away. Instead, he kept his dark eyes fixed straight ahead, watching the empty pavement.

"When will you return?" Fabio asked quietly, his voice low and raspy in the small space.

Marco turned his head sideways to look at him. He tried to pull his lips up into his usual effortless, arrogant smile, but the expression felt forced and heavy on his face. The lightness that usually came so easily to him was entirely gone.

"I don’t know," Marco answered softly, his tone completely flat. "Maybe never."

Silence settled between them after the words left his mouth. Marco stayed turned in his seat, his eyes taking in every detail of Fabio’s side profile- the clean line of his jaw, the hard set of his mouth, the shadows dancing across his face. Fabio didn’t move. He continued staring out the side window into the dark street, his breathing low but tight.

For a long moment, neither of them said another word.

Marco broke the quiet first, letting out a small, quiet breath. "Maybe I might come back just to settle what you owe me."

Fabio slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting Marco’s. The force behind Marco’s smile was still obvious, but he raised an eyelid and offered Fabio a slow, deliberate wink anyway, trying to hold onto the familiar banter between them.

Fabio looked at him for a second, shaking his head slightly at Marco’s refusal to drop the act. "Tell me about it when if we ever meet again," Fabio said smoothly.

Marco let out a short chuckle, the sound brief and airy. He reached over with his right hand, pulling the door lever, and opened the passenger door at his side. A burst of cool night air rushed inside the warm car, but Marco didn’t step out right away. He lingered on the edge of the leather seat, holding the door open just a crack.

Before putting a foot outside, he glanced back over his shoulder at Fabio. "If we ever meet again... is the deal still on?"

Fabio leaned back against his seat, lazily staring back at Marco through narrowed eyes. "Maybe," Fabio murmured, his tone slow and deliberate. "If you haven’t found your better half by then."

Marco chuckled again, but the sound died quickly in his throat. Silence descended on them once more, deeper and far more tense than before.

Neither of them looked away. They gazed at each other unblinking, their eyes locked in an intense, wordless stare. There was no need for words anymore; every unspoken thought, every hidden frustration, and every drop of unquenchable desire passed between them in the dark.

Then, as if telepathically communicating, the invisible string pulling them together snapped.

Neither man said a word as they lunged across the center console toward each other, crashing together in one deep, desperate kiss.

Marco’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around the side of Fabio’s neck, squeezing tightly to hold him in place. Fabio gripped the back of Marco’s head, his fingers tangling roughly into Marco’s hair, pulling him closer, deeper, until there was zero space left between their lips.

It wasn’t a gentle goodbye. It was rough, fast, and completely unhinged. The wet, dirty sound of their tongues clashing and fighting for control filled the quiet interior of the car, dizzying and loud. Their hands moved frantically across each other’s bodies, grabbing at shoulders, chests, and waists with a desperate intensity, touching as if the world were ending right then and there. And maybe, for the two of them, their world really was ending tonight.

They stayed locked together like that for three whole minutes, entirely unable to break apart or let go. Every breath felt shared, every kiss dirtier and more frantic than the last.

Finally, Marco pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his forehead resting against Fabio’s. His breath came in hard, ragged gasps, his lips wet and swollen.

"If we continue this..." Marco murmured against Fabio’s mouth, his voice trembling slightly. "...I might go completely mad."

Fabio was panting just as hard, his dark eyes wide and wild, fixed straight on Marco’s mouth. "I already feel fucking insane," Fabio rasped out.

Before Marco could even respond, Fabio grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged him straight back into another bruised kiss.

The sudden friction sent a wave of electric heat straight down Marco’s spine. He didn’t pull away. Instead, Marco pulled the car door close, slid his body to lean back so that his head was a little distance away from Fabio’s dick.

Fabio’s hands immediately found Marco’s hair again, guiding him down as he unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants down in one quick, impatient motion. Fabio’s cock sprang free, already fully hard, throbbing and slick at the tip.

Marco didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his hand around the base of Fabio’s shaft.

"I’ll be quick," Marci whispered as he leaned forward to wrap his lips firmly around the thick head.

Fabio let out a deep groan while biting his lip, his hands tightening violently in Marco’s hair. "Fuck, Marco..."

Marco took him deeper, taking the thick cock all the way to the back of his throat without slowing down. He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing out as he set a fast rhythm, moving his head up and down while his hand worked the base in fast strokes. He made sure to use his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive tip before swallowing him whole again.

The sound of Marco’s mouth sucking over him was filthy, filling the cramped car along with Fabio’s heavy, uncontrolled panting.

Fabio threw his head back against the leather headrest, his jaw clenched so tight it looked ready to snap. His hips twitched upward off the seat, trying to drive himself deeper into Marco’s mouth, unable to hold back the filthy curses slipping from his lips.

"That’s it... fuck, suck it just like that," Fabio growled out, his knuckles turning white where he held onto Marco’s hair. "You crazy bastard..."

Marco looked up through his lashes, his eyes locked on Fabio’s strained face even as his mouth worked over him faster, dirtier, taking every single inch. He sucked harder, intentionally tightening his grip and his throat around him, determined to drive Fabio completely over the edge before he stepped out of this car.

Fabio’s breathing hitched sharply, his body locking up as a harsh shudder ran through his entire frame. "Marco- fuck, I’m going to—"

Marco didn’t back off. He took him even deeper, swallowing down the sudden, heavy spurts of hot come as Fabio came hard right down his throat.

Fabio let out a low, guttural roar, his fingers digging into Marco’s scalp as his body shook with the force of his climax.

Marco sucked him completely clean, taking every last drop before slowly sliding his mouth off the wet length. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, letting out a breath, and looked up at Fabio.

Fabio slumped back against the seat, his eyes half-closed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Marco sat up, adjusted his clothes, and met Fabio’s dark gaze one last time. Without another word passing between them, he pushed the car door open and stepped out into the night.