Hey everyone! It's Tsabaku again (who is currently closing the manor for a while)! I'll be absent for the next following week, so, I'm posting two chapters, like, right now. So, I hope you'll like those chapters! See you next time!
Lovino sighed happily while cutting a last strand of hair, proudly admiring his work. Antonio nervously jiggled about in his chair, turning around towards Lovino with a questioning gaze. The latter took off the apron that was protecting his clothes from the fallen hair. They stared at each other for a moment, in silence, not knowing what to say. Lovino became exasperated and clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"Alright, you can go take a look at yourself, you idiot", he spat.
The Spaniard abruptly stood up and ran to the bathroom's mirror, where he looked at himself, for a few minutes, mouth wide open. He stroked his neck, where his ponytail swung once. Now, he could only feel a few strands of hair brush against his nape. Lovino leaned against the doorframe, observing his reaction. He took a glance at his cell phone, it was getting late, and he still hasn't eaten. The sky was now purple; he could see the light filtering through the window in the hallway. He read his messages, none from Feliciano, probably fornicating with Ludwig, or something like that.
"It's super pretty, Lovi~! Thanks a lot~!", exclaimed Antonio, hugging him.
Lovino backed off, hoping he wouldn't do it again. Since it was almost six o'clock, the Spaniard offered Lovino to stay for supper. They cheerfully chatted, despite what happened earlier. After a long time spent in front of the sink doing the dishes, they went to the sofa, sighing from repletion and fatigue. Then, an awkward silence spread out between them, for the first time this day. Since Lovino was getting really uncomfortable, he couldn't help but glance anxiously at his cell phone, checking the time, his inbox empty as usual. He daydreamed for a moment, to be alone with Antonio, what happiness! However, he didn't know what to say, it was so weird. He swallowed and lowered his gaze to his feet, which suddenly became very interesting.
"I think I should go. We have school tomorrow, and I haven't started my homework…" muttered Lovino.
He stood up slowly, not daring to look at the Spaniard's face. He started walking towards the apartment's door.
One step.
The butterflies in his stomach flying about erratically.
Five steps.
He reached for the doorknob with his slim fingers.
Seven steps.
A pair of arms tightened around his waist with strength, stopping him from running away, like he always did.
The Italian froze. This time, it felt more spontaneous, so different from the previous one. It meant everything for Lovino. It was telling him to stay a little bit more. It never came to his mind that Antonio would like for him to stay, since at the beginning of the evening, he refused his help. He hesitated a little bit, and then placed his hands on the Spaniard's arms, not really knowing what to do. Did he have to break apart from the embrace and go home? Or did he have to let the poor rag Antonio had become, cuddle him? He bit down on his lower lip while closing his eyes. He wanted it to happen for so long, to be embraced by Antonio. Before, he was burning with jealousy, just seeing him and Feliciano in each other's arms. He really didn't know what to do. But… was it stupid, trying to find some logic in this? Antonio was single now, he didn't have to worry about his brother. Still, it was selfish.
"Oh, Lovino, you really are an idiot", he told himself, with a defeated tone.
He snuggled between the young man's arms, which were unexpectedly warm with his body heat. He felt the embrace to its fullest, sweet and comforting. He softly closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale of Antonio's scent from his shirt. But his eyes popped open, as a hand stroked his back, under his shirt. The hand moved around, goosebumps rising on Lovino's skin. Was it bad to do this? Was it because he looked a lot like Feliciano that Antonio was doing this? Too many questions, and he was too tired to think about answers. He raised his gaze towards Antonio, the latter gripping his chin, bringing their lips closer.
"Oh well", he thought.
As their lips touched, and the caresses started burning his skin, Lovino surrendered to the pleasure, the one he longed to know. The one he held, and feared for so long.