God, I'd had such a fucking bad day. A stupid world meeting where no one did anything but argue and make sexual comments. Then my fucking plane got delayed. Worst of all I had to waste my time waiting with my pain-in-the-arse brother. All he does is whine and talk about that potato bastard. Speaking of which, a hand tapped me slowly on the shoulder.
"What now?" I turned around to see, instead of auburn hair, a hard muscular chest. I craned my head and frowned. I wasn't in the mood.
"Look, would you rather get on a plane to my place and I'll drive you over." no way in fucking hell was I going to that bastard's country. It's bad enough that Feli goes there.
"No, I don't want to go your place you potato bastard!" luckily as I said that the plane was starting to board. I grabbed my bag and Feli before storming onto the plane. Feli kept trying to pull away from me but I held tight. It took about another bloody forty-five minutes before we even took off. Stupid Americans.
After the however many hour flight from America, we finally made it to Rome. I was even more irritable. A certain Spanish bastard kept ignoring me. That never helps. It's not like I like him or anything, it's just he's always talking to me. I went up to the front door to find it unlocked. I frowned again. We definitely locked up last time and the only other people who have keys to our house are Antonio and the potato bastard. It had to be one of them. I left feli stood by the door, before going in and listening. I walked around the house, not finding anything. Then when I went into the lounge and found Antonio lying on the sofa asleep. Bastard. He scared the shit out of me. I scowled and went up to the sofa and tipped him off. He squealed and flopped ungracefully on the floor. I snorted.
"Ve-Fratello! What's going on?" a worried Feli came running into room before stopping short at the sight.
"Antonio! Ve! How are you..." the two carried on talking leaving me to sort all the shit around the house. To top it off, the potato bastard came to the door, asking for Feli. A few hours later Feli had left for the bastard's house, for god knows what reason. Therefore leaving me alone with Antonio.
"So…what do you want to do?" he gave me his 'innocent' face. I rolled my eyes, I knew what this meant. I tried to keep the blush off my face but it wasn't going to leave.
"n-no bastard. Go home already" I crossed my arms and walked across the room from him. I didn't hear him as he slid across and wrapped his arms around my middle. I jumped about 10ft into the air. I definitely wasn't expecting that. I wrestled to try and get out of his grip. It was no use. I kept trying until I felt a soft pair of lips on my neck. My body went lax. I couldn't think.
I turned to face Antonio before properly kissing him. His touch, clever, wicked. I opened my mouth to him. Our tongues fought for dominance. I gave up after a while. He felt me so thoroughly I felt naked. Fortunately we were fully clothes. We pulled up for air before going straight back. I'd never been kissed like this before. This bastard was fucking good. I groaned as my knees weakened from sheer lust. The floor was stolen from my feet as I was carried to my bedroom. I didn't care what happened next, as long as it happened with Antonio. I love that bastard.
