Carry You
It's a usual sunny day in Madrid. Among the people walking up and down the street are two men. One is a local brunette while the other is a visiting friend. a blond Londoner.
"Why is it always hot here"? the blond, Arthur, complains
"If you don't like it then why do you keep coming here?" the brunette, Antonio asks
"You know very well why I keep coming to this scorcher of a country"
Antonio chuckles making Arthur pout. The two keep walking down the cobble stone side walk. That is until the tip of Arthurs shoe catches on one of the stones. He lets out a yelp and he topples forward to the ground. Thankfully his gloves protected his hands and his pants his legs but his knees hit the space between stones causing pain to shoot up and down his legs and knees to throb painfully. Antonio is at his side in an instant.
"And I thought I was the clumsy one" he says with a dry laugh
"H-Hurts" Arthur groans
"Can you stand?"
Arthur shoots him a glare meaning no. Antonio purses his lips as he watches Arthur move only to hiss in pain. he grins when he gets and idea and in one swift motion he sweeps Arthur into his arms and stands.
"W-What are you d-doing?" Arthur stutters, blushing furiously
Antonio winks at him, still smiling.
"Don't worry, I'll carry you back"
Arthur grumbles as Antonio resumes walking.