Extra: Romano and Antonio

"Get off of me, Tony!" Romano pushed Antonio away from him, his excessive force sending the older boy careening towards the grass. Sitting under their usual oak tree in the spacious schoolyard, Romano, Antonio and Francis were simply enjoying the sunlight; Romano attempting to tell his friends about the interesting events in detention. Antonio, sitting back up, pouted innocently at the angry freshmen.

"But Roma…You're so cute…" Francis, who had been listening intently before the interruption, snapped.

"Shut up, Tony. What were you saying, Romano? Something about Gil?" Francis's frantic speech received odd looks from the other boys, Romano continuing hesitantly.

"…Wow, okay dude. Calm down. Anyway, Gil and I were talking in detention and guess what. He's totally with Ivan." Romano smirked at the wide-eyed stares, satisfied by the surprised reactions.

"Wait. By "with", do you mean with with?" A look of annoyance crossed Romano's features at Antonio's inarticulate question.

"I mean that Ivan's gonna be fuckin' that ass in a matter of days, if not sooner. And Gil was terrified." Francis had been silent since the news and whispered in a detached voice.

"Gil…and Ivan?" Another series of concerned looks.

"Yeah, and soon too, from what Gil was saying about him. Said he was being all pushy and shit."

"I gotta go." Tossing his long, curly platinum locks away from his face, Francis hopped up, walking briskly away without a single word of explanation. Sighing in exasperation, Romano leaned his head back against the trunk behind him; enjoying the tint of green shining through his closed lids from the sun-kissed leaves. Despite the relaxing atmosphere, Romano's voice was angry-sounding per usual with his next words

"Jeez, why doesn't he just tell us already?" Antonio slid closer to Romano, winding an arm around the slightly smaller boy's shoulders and leaning back himself.

"I don't think he knows it himself yet."

"Wow, that's a whole new level of dense."

"Love is complicated." Romano opened his eyes a slit, peering out of the corner of his eye at Antonio.

"Slow down. Can Francis's infatuation really be classified as love?"

"Si. He just has a strange way of showing it."

"Yeah, I kinda feel bad for Gil, having to put up with us."

"Some people don't know how to express their feelings, but that's not the case with us. Right, mi gatitio bonito?"

"Don't call me that." Romano said angrily, pushing Antonio away and refuting the Spaniard's earlier statement completely. But instead of backing off like before, Antonio positioned himself around Romano, pinning him against the large tree trunk. With a sly smile he asked.

"So what did you tell Gil of our relationship? He couldn't have been the only one delving out information in the conversation." Romano blinked in surprise at the sudden change of subject, halting in his struggles. Antonio loved the look on his face when caught off guard.

"I told him the first time was gonna hurt like hell." Antonio felt his face fall into a dejected pout.

"Aw, don't go scaring little virgins. Was your first time really that bad?" Romano's answer was loud and irate.

"Yes! You had no idea what you were doing! No preparation, no lube; you just stuck it in. It hurt like HELL! I just hope – for Gil's sake – that Ivan's more informed than you were." Bringing their faces closer together, Antonio whispered mischievously.

"But we learned quickly, no?" Looking down at the grass, Romano muttered.

"Yeah…It doesn't hurt that bad anymo-Whoa! What the hell are you doing?!" Romano jumped as a hand was placed on his crotch; the simple touch making his pants feel rather tight. No reply was given as Antonio began lightly kissing his face; cheek, forehead, eyelids, corner of the mouth and finally a full kiss on eager lips. Hearing the sound of his zipper unfastening, Romano broke the contact, saying in a flustered whisper.

"Antonio, we're in public!" The answer was whispered into his jaw line, followed by a quick pinch of skin in teeth.

"Then you better keep quiet." Romano grasped the fabric of Antonio's long-sleeved shirt, attempting to push it away as the strength leaked out of his trembling body. His hands began moving back and forth as they clung to Antonio's stroking arm.

"Sto…p…P-Please…What if…What if someone sees?"

"It's after school, everyone is leaving. Just relax." Antonio purred, enjoying staring at Romano's strained and panting face.

"No…stop…sto-hah…" Romano's legs shifted apart involuntarily as his fingers dug into Antonio's arm through the shirt.

"T-Tony…"Noticing Romano's rising volume, Antonio swept his eyes around the deserted courtyard to make sure they did not have an audience. A flash of movement caught his eye, but when Antonio focused on the spot the doorway was empty. 'If someone was there, they left.' Antonio shrugged his shoulders and returned his full attention to the sweating body at his fingertips. Just as he turned around Romano came, his muscles clenching as white stained the grass between them. He tried desperately to keep his voice down with limited success. 'His noises are so much sexier when they're muffled.' Antonio smiled as Romano slowly came back to his senses; a scowl on his features.

"Ugh. My body feels filthy…"

"You have a change of clothes at my place. Shall I carry you, Gatito?"

"Hell no. I can stand on my own. And stop calling me that, damn it. What does it even mean?" 'All this time I've been calling him that and he didn't even know…'

"Little Cat." Antonio said with a smile as he helped Romano buckle his pants and get to his feet. Romano gave him a blank, questioning stare.

"…Why?"

"Because your long limbs remind me of a cat…And you mewl like una gata in heat when I touch you." Antonio loved the mortified look that swept over Romano's face.

"Shut up, prick." He muttered as they made their way out of the courtyard, Antonio's hand firmly clasped around his love's.