Lovino sat in the lobby of the hospital, waiting to hear news about his Spanish lover. The Italian boy hated hospitals with a burning passion and had ever since his mother had passed away in one. Lovino had a bad history with hospitals. The teen let out a sigh, sliding down further into his chair as he tightly crossed his arms across his chest. A doctor emerged from the emergency room doors, and the Italian boy shot up from his seat, rushing over toward the doctor.
"Is Antonio okay?" he shouted, a pained look evident in his eyes.
The man looked the boy up and down, nodding softly. "Yes, he is. Mr. Carriedo was only slightly wounded, and even though he may be in quite a lot of pain, he will be fine. He should be fully healed in a few days, but he is allowed to leave the hospital whenever he wishes."
Lovino let out a sigh of relief, giving the doctor a 'grazie' before running off in the direction of Antonio's hospital room. The Italian boy burst in the room, rushing over to the Spaniard who lay in the bed. As the door fell shut, Lovino pressed a kiss to Antonio's lips, thankful that his lover hadn't been hurt too bad.
"Lovi," Antonio murmered into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.
The Italian boy pulled back, sitting down on the edge of Antonio's bed as he laced his fingers through the Spaniard's. Lovino glared half-heartedly at the teen beside him, seeking answers in Antonio's eyes. The Spaniard sighed, bringing his free hand up to cup Lovino's cheek. Letting a small smile slip to his face, Lovino covered the large hand with his own.
"Why didn't you tell me someone was after you as well, bastardo?" Lovino whispered, the smile slipping away.
A moment of silence drifted through the room before Antonio answered. "Because, Lovi, I didn't want you to worry."
The Italian boy rolled his eyes and pulled away from Antonio, standing from the bed. A dark chuckle came from the Italian as he covered his face with a hand. Antonio stared at the boy as the chuckled became an outright laugh.
"Idiot! You fucking idiot!" Lovino shouted. Turning to stare at Antonio, the Italian mustered up the most pissed off look he could. "You thought that not telling me would keep me from worrying?! Fucking bastardo! NOT telling me is what got us into this mess!"
Antonio winced as the other boy's voice got louder. "Lo- lo siento, mi único amor{1}! I-I just.. thought..."
"That's your problem, fottuto idiota{2}! You thought!" Lovino let out a small sob as he stepped toward the bed, falling to his knees at the edge of Antonio's bed. "You don't need to think... Just... Just tell me these things!"
Antonio smiled softly, sliding a hand under Lovino's chin to pull his face up. The Spaniard wiped away Lovino's tears with his thumb, leaning over to place a kiss onto the boy's forehead.
"I promise, I'll tell you everything once we get back to the school. Cruzar mi corazón{3}."
"Hurry up, bastard!" Lovino shouted, glaring at the Spaniard behind him.
Antonio chuckled softly. "But I'm injured~, Lovi~!"
The Italian boy shook his head, tugging at Antonio's arm. "I don't give a fuck! It's your own fault, so hurry the hell up!"
Pulling the bigger boy into their room, Lovino sighed, closing and locking their door, and fell onto his bed. Antonio grinned, falling on top of the Italian boy. Lovino opened his mouth to protest before the older boy's lips came crashing onto his own. Pinning Lovino's arms to the bed, Antonio straddled the smaller boy. Lovino gave in, lifting one leg to wrap around Antonio's waist, pulling their crotches closer together.
Antonio felt the heat radiating off the Italian and smirked into the kiss. Pulling away, Antonio placed a soft kiss on Lovino's neck, nipping at it harshly. The Italian boy moaned as he felt Antonio's member harden against his own. The Spaniard teen chuckled, sliding one hand down Lovino's arm, pushing it up the smaller boy's shirt quickly. Lovino gasped as Antonio's fingers took ahold on one of his nipples, twisting it harshly. Antonio chuckled, pulling off the smaller boy's shirt an tossing it onto the ground. The teen sat up, taking his hand from Lovino's chest, and pulled off his own shirt. As he tossed it to the side, Antonio unbuttoned his shorts, causing his crotch to rub against Lovino's.
The Italian moaned, covering his mouth as his face grew red from the friction. Antonio smirked, lifting himself up enough to get off his shorts, revealing that he wore no underwear. The Spanish teen lay back on top of Lovino, sliding his hands down the smaller boy's body. Lovino wrapped his arms around Antonio's neck, pulling the boy into a heated kiss as the Spaniad's hands traveled under the hem of Lovino's pants. Lovino pushed his body closer to Antonio, feeling the heat coming off the older boy's body. Antonio pulled off the Italian's underwear with his pants, flinging them into the pile of the rest of their clothes, leaving the two boys without any clothing on.
The two teens felt each other's body heat as they kissed. Antonio slid his tongue across Lovino's bottom lip, seeking entry to the mouth the Italian possessed. Lovino parted his lips, letting the Spaniard's tongue invade his mouth. Antonio slipped a hand between their bodies, taking ahold of Lovino's member.
The Italian let out a small gasp as Antonio began to pump his member, holding it tightly in his fist. Lovino broke away from the kiss, flipping he and Anotnio over so that he was on top. Antonio stared up at his lover with a surprised look on his face, but his shock quickly faded into a smirk when Lovino slid his body down so that his face was level with Antonio's crotch. The Italian felt his cock twitch as he lowered his mouth onto the Spanish teen's member. Antonio let out a soft moan as Lovino bobbed up and down, sucking hard on the Spaniard's cock.
"Fuck it!" Antonio moaned, pulling Lovino off his member. Antonio lifted the Italian into the air slighty as he sat up.
"What the hell are- ngh~!" Lovino hissed, cutting himself off with a low moan as Antonio shoved his member into Lovino.
The Italian boy fell onto his back as Antonio pushed himself into the boy. Lovino propped his legs on Antonio's shoulders as the Spaniard moved back and forth, filling the Italian with as much of him as possible. The two lay on the bed for a few minutes, Antonio moving back and forth, in and out of, the Italian. Lovino moaned as Antonio finally came inside of him, filling the smaller teen with himself. The Spanish teen pulled out, laying back as he pulled Lovino on top of him.
"So," Antonio whispered, running a hand through Lovino's sweat-matted hair. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
The Italian snorted in amusement. "No, bastard," he hissed, sarcasm filling his voice as the pain already starting to set in on his backside. "It was my first time, and I had the absolute worst time of my life."
Antonio chuckled, knowing the Italian ws being sarcastic and smiled, kissing the Italian softly on the head. "Well, I'm glad I could finally do something to make you happy, mi poco de tomate~."
"I'm going to sleep now, bastard," Lovino muttered softly.
"Okay, Lovi," Antonio whispered with a smile, pecking the Italian boy on he cheek. "And I will explain everything once you wake up in the morning~!"
Lovino rolled his eyes before laying his head on Antonio's chest, avoiding making any contact with the bandage that covered part of the Spaniard's right shoulder. Closing his eyes, Lovino fell into a light sleep with only the sound of Antonio's beating heart and the feel of Antonio's hand running through his hair to assure him that things were perfect for once in his life.
{1}- mi único amor: my one and only love [Spanish]
{2}- fottuto idiota: you fucking idiot [Italian]
{3}- Cruzar mi corazón: cross my heart [Spanish]