Seducing a Gay Guy in Italy

The late sun spilled through the balcony doors, painting the hotel room in a warm, golden haze. The air smelled faintly of salt from the sea beyond, mixed with the faint sweetness of Chiara’s wine. Livia lay sprawled diagonally across the bed in a loose tank top and panties, one leg dangling lazily over the side. Her hair fanned messily across the pillow, catching the light. At the foot of the bed, Chiara sat cross-legged, her t-shirt bunched slightly at the hips as she swirled the wine in her glass, the liquid glinting ruby in the sun. Marco lounged in the armchair, bare legs stretched out, shorts riding low on his hips, a lazy grin on his face.

“I still can’t believe you two dragged me up that hill,” Marco said. “I’m convinced my calves are filing for divorce.”

“Oh, please.” Livia rolled onto her side with a small huff. “You barely broke a sweat. Chiara was the one complaining about the heat the whole way up.”

“I was not complaining,” Chiara said, lifting her chin. “I was… commenting. Loudly.”

“Pretty sure the German tourists behind us thought you were dying,” Marco said.

Chiara laughed into her glass, the sound light and unbothered. “Well, maybe I was. You try climbing that many steps in this humidity.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Livia said, stretching her arms above her head in a slow, catlike arc. “Besides, the view was worth it.”

Marco raised an eyebrow. “The view? Or the gelato stand conveniently placed at the top?”

“Exactly,” Chiara said, pointing at him with her glass. “That lemon gelato was divine. I’d do it all over again for that.”

“And for the shirtless vendor,” Livia added with a smirk. “Don’t forget him.”

Chiara’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, you noticed too?”

“Please,” Livia said. “If you didn’t notice those abs, you need glasses.”

“He had a hot ass, but I was distracted by his terrible tattoo,” Marco said. “I think it was supposed to be a lion, but it looked like a wet cat.”

“You’re impossible,” Chiara told him, shaking her head.

“And you still tipped him more than either of us,” Livia said, tossing a pillow across the room.

Marco caught it easily and hugged it to his chest. “Hey, it’s vacation. Generosity is a virtue.”

“Translation,” Chiara said, grinning, “you wanted him to think you were rich.”

“Absolutely not.” Marco paused, then sighed. “Okay, maybe a little. Also, I might go back and see if he wants a tourist cock.”

Livia laughed. “You’re shameless.”

“Says the woman who flirted with that gondolier yesterday just to get a free ride,” Marco said.

Chiara turned to her friend, wide-eyed. “Wait, is that what happened? I thought he just liked your accent.”

Livia pressed her lips together in an exaggerated innocent expression. “Maybe both.”

“Unbelievable,” Marco said, shaking his head but smiling all the same.

A soft lull settled over the room. The sound of faint street music drifted in from below.

“Honestly, today was perfect,” Chiara said at last, leaning back on her hands. “The food, the sun, the hike… it feels like we’ve been gone for weeks instead of just a few days.”

“Yeah,” Livia agreed quietly. “It’s been good. Just… easy, you know?”

“That’s what happens when you vacation with people you actually like,” Marco said.

Chiara grinned. “Aww, look at you being sentimental.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said. “It’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Your secret’s safe,” Livia said, her sly smile curling. “For now.”

The ceiling fan gave a slow, uneven turn, then stopped altogether.

Chiara let out an irritated huff. “Great. That’s the third time. And it’s after nine now. They said the maintenance guy would be gone if it stopped again.”

“It’ll be fine,” Livia said. “They’re putting in a new one tomorrow. And we’ve got the floor fan they lent us.” She leaned over the side of the bed and switched it on.

Chiara shrugged. Then, with a sudden motion, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto her suitcase. She was left in nothing but her cheeky panties. Stretching lazily, she arched her back. Livia’s eyes widened as she caught sight of her friend’s bare breasts.

“Did you forget there’s a guy in the room?” Livia asked.

Chiara rolled her eyes. “Did you forget he’s gay? Boobs aren’t going to do anything for him. Plus, it’s going to get hot in here.”

“She’s right,” Marco said, raising his glass in salute.