Later that night Lovino was laying in his room thinking. There was no use denying it any longer. All the confusion he had experienced his entire life was finally answered. He was gay and there was nothing wrong with that. His love (if that's what it was) for Antonio was beautiful. How could love be wrong? He thought back to what his father had always said about it being unnatural and wrong, but how could it be wrong? Roma encouraged Lovino and Feliciano to both go out and pick up girls. All Lovino wanted was one man; one beautiful, sweet, kind man. He felt that his feet were finally on solid ground.

He stood up with a smile feeling so light. He needed to say it out loud to someone other than Feliciano. The thought brought a twisting in his stomach and heat rushing all over his body. Matthew already knew he was struggling…but then again, what if he reacted badly? No, he had to tell him. They were best friends.

He strolled out of his room and found Matthew sitting on the couch watching TV. Lovino plopped down next to him and sighed, glancing sideways at his best friend. Matthew glanced at him for a moment and then back to the TV. Lovino rolled his eyes and sighed louder. Matthew looked at him and waited. After Lovino didn't say anything, he turned back to watching TV. Lovino felt hurt and annoyed. He jumped up, fists balled.

"You suck! You're not even going to ask me what's wrong? You're supposed to be my best fucking friend!"

"Don't be passive aggressive, Lovi," Matt said with a sigh as he turned off the TV. "If you want to talk to me, just tell me." Lovino rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You were watching TV. That's rude to just interrupt." Matt chuckled and turned to face Lovino.

"Okay, so what do you want to talk to me about?" Lovino felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could do this. He could. The rising fear and anxiety building in him was overwhelming.

"Um…," he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, "I…"

"It's okay, Lovino," Matthew smiled at his best friend.

Tears filled Lovino's eyes. What if Matt turned on him? What if he lost his best friend? What if he was kicked out? The thoughts raced the boy's head. He opened his mouth and closed it. He stared at Matthew who was politely smiling and watching him. "I, um, I think…Mattie, I'm gay."

Matthew smiled. "Of course you are." You were getting screwed twice in a span of hours and you sounded like you enjoyed it.

"What?" Lovino stared at Matt squeezing himself tighter still and blinking away tears.

Matthew stood and went over to Lovino. He placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and looked him in the eyes, "You told me that you have never been attracted to a woman before in your life while having the most beautiful girls all around you since I met you. You have been attracted to men. I have never seen you go crazy over anyone besides Antonio though, so I knew you liked him. Plus there was that first time you met Toni that you started asking me about him and then started trying convince me you didn't like him when I wasn't even saying you did before you told me he was gorgeous. If you weren't gay, I don't know anything about the world." Matthew's eyes were kind. He wrapped his arms around Lovino.

"You know if you had just told me, you could have saved me a lot of heartache."

"You mentioned that you were confused and I thought it'd be best to just not comment on anything until you figured it out yourself," Matthew laughed, "Besides it's not my place to tell you what your sexuality is. You're the one who should be telling me."

"Oh," Lovino hugged his friend back before they stepped apart, Matt's hand s back on Lovino's shoulder. "I feel so stupid. You already knew and I never told you." Lovino chewed his lip as he blinked back even more tears.

"Lovi?" Matthew's face was serious causing a wave of panic to spread over the younger man.

"Yes?"

"I'm straight." Lovino shifted slightly.

"Well…yeah. I know that." Lovino didn't understand why Matthew was telling him this. Is Mattie telling me he doesn't want me around?

"But I never told you," Matt smiled. "It's the exact same thing. You see things in your friends, their preference and patterns and such, and you just know. I'm glad that you told me, but I hope you didn't feel like you had to or that it would change anything. You're still my best friend and I still love you to death. Come here." Matthew wrapped his arms around his friend once more.

Lovino wiped the tears from his eyes, blushing and laughing lightly. The two decided to get some ice cream from the freezer. They sat on the couch eating in a comfortable silence. Lovino set his bowl down, still halfway full of cream and rested his face in his hand.

Matthew watched him, waiting. He knew his friend did little things when he wanted to speak, but was too uncomfortable to be the one to start talking. It usually meant that he had something personal to say. Matthew liked to wait and give his friend a moment to try to speak if he wanted to. After five minutes of Lovino shifting, sighing, chewing his lip or thumb, and opening and closing his mouth several times, Matt decided to put his friend out of misery.

"Do you want to talk about something, Lovi?" Lovino looked up and smiled finally going back to eating his ice cream.

"Can I talk to you about what happened with Antonio?" Lovino stared at him.

"I heard it," Matthew smirked and nudged him. "You definitely liked it. Go ahead."

Lovino spent the next hour talking to Matthew about his time with Antonio. "And yeah, so it felt good when he was actually in, but the whole process was so fucking awkward and I was so embarrassed. Antonio is so…so good at it and I'm just like where do I put my hands?" Lovino sighed.

"Antonio told us this morning that it was a perfect night. Don't worry about it. Antonio is just really experienced. He knew you were a virgin, so it's not like he was expecting you to know what you were doing," Matthew offered a comforting smile.

Lovino chewed on his lip. He wished he could remember losing his virginity. If it was as perfect as Antonio promised it was, he needed desperately to know the details. He must have looked like there was something wrong because Matthew pulled him out of his thoughts questioning what was bothering him.

"Um…I…" Lovino didn't know if he could tell Matt. He was so ashamed that his first time was a result of a drunken night. Lovino glanced at his friend and swallowed hard. "I don't remember last night at all."

"What?" Matthew's eyes were huge and he leaned forward.

"I got really drunk," Lovino stared down at his hands. "And this morning was terrible."

"Antonio took advantage of you?" Matthew's eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with uncharacteristic anger.

"No, no, nothing like that. He didn't know I was drunk. Hell, I didn't even know I was drunk. I didn't even think I drank that much, but when I woke up…" Lovino glanced up and shrugged. "What can you do?"

The two friends stayed up talking and watching movies until Lovino fell asleep on the couch.

Lovino was woken the next morning in bed by someone poking him and giggling. He swatted at the person and his face only to be poked in the side. He turned back to face who ever had rudely interrupted his rest to find Antonio kneeling by the bed with a smile on his face. Lovino narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he hissed.

"Lovi, that's not polite!" Antonio frowned.

"I don't fucking care. You waking me up is fucking rude if you ask me," Lovino snapped. "How the hell did you even get in? I'm trying to sleep."

Antonio kissed the man softly and giggled. "Alfie let me in. Get up! We have plans."

"My plan is to sleep. Get out."

"Lovinito sure is a grumpy gill this morning," Antonio sang playfully.

"How do you wake up? Annoyingly cheerful?"

Lovino sat up and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the clock and groaned at the sickening green numbers telling him it was eight in the morning on his only day he was able to sleep in. He laid back down and covered himself with the blankets mumbling to Antonio that he was going back to bed. He suddenly found himself smothered by the Spaniard, who insisted on kissing him yet another time.

"Okay, Lovi. You want to stay in bed longer. Let's have some fun."

"Antonio…" Lovino groaned. "I'm tired."

"Then get up! I want to take you to breakfast! I know a place."

Antonio pulled the blanket off to be met with Lovino clinging to it. Lovino insisted on sleeping and Antonio insisted on breakfast. Lovino was getting tired of keeping up the fight. If the bastard wanted the blanket, fine. He'd let him have it. He didn't need a blanket. He let go suddenly before curling up and hugging his blanket. Antonio stumbled and fell on his butt from the sudden loss of tension. Lovino howled with laughter.

"Lovino Vargas! That was not nice!" Antonio scolded.

"I told you to let me sleep. Did you break your hip, old man?"

"I told you, I am not old!" Antonio snapped throwing the blanket to the side and scrambling to his feet. "You'll pay for that."

"What are you going to do? Take my air blanket?" Lovino retorted with a smirk.

"No."

Antonio jumped on Lovino, straddling his waist as he tickled him. Lovino tried to push his hands away, but was unable to get him to stop. He laughed and laughed until he could barely breathe and his sides and stomach ached.

"T-Toni, I c-c-can't breathe!" Lovino laughed.

"Are you going to get up and go to breakfast with me?"

"Yes! Just s-s-stop!"

"Okay!" Antonio cooed and stopped. He kissed Lovino's neck, suckling as he allowed the man to catch his breath, his hands running up and down his sides.

Lovino laid there for a moment, enjoying the feel of Antonio so close to him. It was electrifying. He wrapped his arms around Antonio and buried his face in his neck breathing him in. Antonio looked down at him. They stared at each other for a moment before Lovino sat up to kiss him. It was perfect. He wasn't awkward this time. He ran his fingers through the older man's dark curls as Antonio's hands continued running over his body. He could feel Antonio getting hard against him.

"Okay, let's go to breakfast," Lovino sang as he pushed Antonio back and jumped off the bed.

"What?" Antonio gasped. "Lovi, you started a little problem."

"Hm, sucks. I told you to let me sleep. Maybe next time you'll leave me alone," Lovino smirked.

"Lovi…"

"What?"

"You're evil," Antonio breathed.

"Grade A bitch. Don't forget it. Now get up."

Antonio grabbed Lovino and pinned him down. Lovino bit his lip as he tried to hold back a smile. He closed his eyes as Antonio nibbled the sensitive skin on his neck before giggling as it began to tickle. Antonio kissed him before pulling off the man's shirt. Lovino smiled and let it happen. He loved the newness of the sensations.

They finished and showered before going on their way to the restaurant Antonio insisted on taking Lovino to. It was fancy. Soft music was being played by an orchestra. The lights were dimmed and candles were set on the tables. He took Antonio's arm.

"This place is so fancy!" he hissed, staring around the place.

"This is where I work. I'm off today and I figured I'll try my chefling's cooking."

They were escorted to a table by a man dressed in the same button down and black slacks that Matthew wore to work. Antonio declined menus, ordering something that sounded French before glancing at Lovino with a smile.

"To drink?"

"Um, water is okay," Lovino muttered, tugging at his clothing. He was dressed far too casual for such a place.

"Nonsense! Do you like wine?"

"Uh…"

"We'll have Segura Viudas Cava Brut," Antonio smiled.

The waiter disappeared and Lovino stared after him. He hadn't heard of that before. He was in such awe over this place. He ran his eyes over Antonio trying to see if there was anyway he could have missed they were going somewhere like this. Antonio was wearing jeans and a button down with a pea coat. No, he wasn't dressed for this place.

"So how do you like this place?" Antonio asked with a smile.

"It's nice. I've never been somewhere like this before," Lovino breathed. He met Antonio's eyes. "If I had known, I would have put on my church clothes."

Antonio laughed and shook his head. "Church, Lovino, is for Wednesday and Sundays. It has no place on a Saturday."

"I'm just saying this place isn't really the type of place you wear faded jeans with holes and a tee shirt with a hoodie to," Lovino looked around wondering if people were staring at him.

"You're with me. I kind of co-own this place."

Lovino's eyes widened and he bit his nail. This was more than he had ever dreamed. He'd grown up unable to even fathom this amount of luxury. A candy bar was like hitting the jackpot.

"I didn't tell you! I have a catering business out of this place. Stick with me and you'll never have to dress up to walk into a five star restaurant."

The waiter arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He opened it and poured them each a cup. Lovino was confused. Drinking at ten in the morning was not something you should do unless you had a drinking problem

"Uh, can I just have a caramel latte?" Lovino asked warily as Antonio sipped his wine.

"Right away, sir. A friend of Mr. Fernandez is a friend of mine." The waiter zipped into the kitchen.

"Lovino try it! It's Spanish wine. This particular one is a breakfast wine that goes well with eggs."

Lovino took a sip and sighed. It was good wine, but it was ten in the morning. He didn't know what Antonio had ordered him and honestly he didn't trust himself to drink ever again. He hated how he had let his guard down for a few hours and ruined his whole plan.

The waiter returned moments later. His coffee arrived with their meal. Lovino was shocked to see that it was a simple omelette with waffles. Antonio had ordered it in French for some reason unbeknownst to him. It was a nice breakfast. He'd never tasted anything like it. He listened to Antonio go on about his life and his goals. He felt connected, closer to this man somehow. He knew by the end of the morning that he wanted more of this. Antonio had promised him. For the first time, Lovino didn't do extra studying. He laid in bed and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Antonio dragged himself into his apartment. He was feeling so strange lately. He'd had so much energy the past few days, but after dropping Lovino off he felt drained. He wanted to curl up in bed and never wake up. He tossed his keys on the counter and glared at Francis who was humming as he typed on his computer.

"What?" he was asked, the Frenchman looking confused. "Did your date not go as planned?"

"You're a dirty liar," Antonio told him, crossing his arms.

"Quoi? What did I lie about, mon ami?" Francis asked, closing his laptop.

"You said that wine made things romantic."

"Oui! It does! It is the best drink there is." Francis' blue eyes sparkled as he pushed his hair back.

"Lovino didn't seem to like it. He had one sipe and got coffee instead."

"Wait," Francis straightened up. "Didn't you take him to breakfast?"

"Si.'

"OH MY GOD, TONI, HE PROBABLY THINKS YOU HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM!" Francis screeched in horror. "No respectable person drinks for breakfast!"

"You didn't tell me that!" Antonio snapped.

"I didn't think I had to!" Francis retorted with wide eyes.

Emma and Gilbert were in the living room and dying with laughter at Antoni's grave mistake. He wanted to crawl under a rock. He was worthless and good for nothing. Why did he ever think he stood a chance? He should just curl up in a ball and die.

"Isn't he a minor? Why are you giving him alcohol again after what happened last time? Don't you think you're taking this a bit far?" Gilbert asked when he finally caught his breath from laughing so hard.

"Yeah, he's twenty."

"And you're serving him alcohol in your place of work."

"So? I practically own it. I can do what I want." With that Antonio went to his room, thankful for a place to lay his head and forget about the world.

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