A/N: Hello!
This is a late birthday present for my good friend. I decided to write her a Spamano, so, do enjoy!
Force of Habit
He didn't like it, God forbid. At least, that was what he would claim. Yes, he had been living with Antonio for two years, yes, they shared a room, yes, they shared a bed. But no, they were not lovers. Lovino refused to accept that he was in love with the Spainard, and Antonio was perfectly fine with that.
It was absolute habit, now, to say 'no' if they were asked if they were lovers. Yes, perhaps there had been a few incidents when things had gotten a little out of control, which would usually end with damp bedsheets and the sound of heavy breathing, along with awkward glances and words the morning afterwards.
Yet there was a very fine line now, between friend and lover. Little things like touches and common curtesies had become gentler, sweeter, more sincere. Some days, Antonio would risk stealing a kiss, and Lovino wouldn't make more than a tiny protest.
Perhaps now, they were much more than friends, as the incidents in bed became more and more frequent, and mornings after much less awkward.
Perhaps it wasn't childish affection anymore.
Perhaps it was love.
But both Antonio and Lovino continued to deny it.
After all, it was a force of habit.
