I could keep on apologizing for uploading so slowly, but I'm feeling like shit and I'm so easily distracted, so here, an extra long chapter with a great squeel bonus for you guys in the end.
Alright, and still sorry.
Pretty quickly Lightning said he'd actually rather went to bed. Francesco petted him, still keeping the respectful silence. Before Lightning was able to stand up himself, Francesco pulled him even closer and stood up, carrying Lightning. "Francesco, I can walk, put me down-" He said, being cut off quickly.
"Should Francesco throw 'a you over his 'a shoulder?" he asked with an evil grin while he walked out of the room, Lightning hiding his face in Francesco's shoulder, cursing softly at him. "Francesco takes 'a that as a no," slowly they ascended the stairs.
Back in their bedroom, Francesco threw Lightning on the bed roughly. "Francesco has 'a let you go," He said with a teasing grin. Lightning shot him a nasty look, but still was too ashamed to actually do it properly. "Well, get 'a under your sheets and make 'a room for Francesco,"
"All right, but just this night because I didn't have another bed for you yet, tomorrow you'll sleep on another bed, or the couch." Lightning said as he shoved to the whole other end of the bed, trying to get into a nice position again to relax.
Francesco first undressed himself completely, right in Lightning's view, while Lightning just kicked his pants off underneath the sheets as he turned around so he didn't have to look at Francesco anymore. With soft rustling noises Francesco crawled inside Lightning's bed as well, smilingly looking at the back of Lightning's head. "But 'a McQueen, why 'a do you buy a bed for 'a two persons, but keep 'a it for 'a yourself, that's such a shame! How 'a often is 'a miss Sally available? She's always at 'a the Cone, isn't she? Is she 'a even able to give McQueen all the attenzione he 'a needs and 'a deserves?"
Lightning turned around, looking rather irritated. "Francesco, don't imply things about me and Sal you don't know. Besides, don't tell me you sleep in a small one-person bed while you can afford more space?"
His hand quickly reached out to touch Lightning's face again. "It's 'a okay, little virgin-"
"I HAD SEX BEFORE," Lightning furiously yelled without thinking twice. He kicked Francesco underneath the sheets, only causing him to laugh. What on earth would it take to get Francesco more serious? Get even sicker?
"Si, si, virgin sex. Francesco does 'a not believe anything you 'a claim to know about sex, as 'a you're still a little boy, and Francesco knows you 'a have had 'a over 4 years with 'a Miss Sally without 'a much fights. So you have 'a boring relationship. You did not cheat, did 'a you? But what Francesco really 'a wanted to say, is that Francesco's bed is bigger than McQueen's of course, but Francesco let's others sleep in 'a it if they wanted" Francesco told Lightning while he kept stroking his blood-red face.
"Oh, Yeah of course. Sally and I love each other really much, and fuck you, I'm not telling you anything about my sex life." Lightning said as he turned around again, his back turned to Francesco. He felt incredibly embarrassed. Francesco was so horribly blunt and shameless, and Lightning was still unsure why Francesco kept stalking him. Part of him got nervous of his close gestures, but it was no use to deny that he didn't enjoy it somewhat. A combination of both those feelings could be heard in his head, whispering a thrilling conclusion, it whispered 'He loves you Lightning,' it scared him, it made his belly tickle from the inside, it made him confused. It seemed sort of likely, but it also didn't at the same time. Lightning told himself, that if it was anything, Francesco used Lightning, not love him.
Softly, Francesco moved towards Lightning again, to lay against him like a spoon, his upper arm wrapping around him. "What is 'a there to 'a be ashamed of, McQueen? If you just 'a have a loving relationship with-a-out a spectacular sex live? If you can become 'a happy with 'a miss Sally, that's 'a fine, Francesco would dislike 'a being so bound in a rather 'a boring relationship. Sally is a really 'a nice girl, don't 'a get Francesco wrong, but 'a she's already so 'a serious, si, that's it"
It really hurt Lightning to hear him talk negatively about his girlfriend. It had a core of truth however, what Francesco said, making the impact even larger. She was often too busy with the cone to do things with him. The rides they took together became rarer and rarer. She really enjoyed being with Lightning, no matter how silly he might act, but she rarely joined him actually. Lightning never really noticed that. Weakly, he again buried himself deeper inside of Francesco's arms. "I do love her."
"Francesco understands" he whispered, serious again. "But 'a does McQueen already want to 'a sleep?"
After another large sigh Lightning nodded. "Little early, but I guess it wouldn't hurt. I'm not really feeling like staying up anyway…"
"Sleep well then," Francesco said sweetly. Francesco himself was far from tired, but he could easily enjoy himself when Lightning was sleeping. Watching Lightning sleep, and having made up conversations with him could keep him amused for hours. After some more time had passed, and Francesco was certain that Lightning was sleeping already, he suddenly hear Lightning say his name, though he wasn't completely sure of it. Did he himself just made up he heard Lightning call out his name, did Lightning say his name for real but was he asleep, or maybe he was awake? "Si?" he quietly asked, just to be sure.
"Why are you so close?" he asked bluntly. Francesco wasn't really prepared to get such a question attacking him and didn't answer directly. "Are you even awake?"
"Francesco should 'a be the one to be surprised that 'a you are awake" he replied first, still not having gathered an answer to the question Lightning had asked him first.
"It's bothering me, okay, that's it. I- I- I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Or do you really think this is normal to do as… friends?" Lightning asked, really having thought about that certain question for all that time.
Francesco swallowed and Lightning noticed, his heart already sinking. This would be heavy like Lightning expected. "Francesco likes being close to his friends, si" he brought out. "but no, Francesco knows it is not 'a really normal, but you 'a don't mind, do you McQueen? Who on the earth 'a dislikes being close with Francesco?" He said, a little more confident.
"Francesco, I'm serious. What do you want." Lightning groaned, still being scared for the answer. "At least explain me why you especially want me as your friend. Not just because I'm your rival, I won't take that as a explanation, I'm sure one of those motor prototype racers has a greater top speed, and you clearly do not show much interest in them. Well, Carla Verlosa a little, but she's the only female in the world grand prix. So tell me, why on earth do you like me so much, or why do you bother with me so much, whatever you want to call it."
Sighing again, Francesco started petting Lightning. "Does that 'a really keep you awake?" he asked, hoping to escape the question. Lightning nodded steadily. "Well, you are 'a really funny and you can take Francesco's jokes, you are strong, and you are very nice and honest and loyal-"
"Cut to the chase, when did you become so slow?" Lightning asked, trying to get Francesco to the point, he knew Francesco would be able to chat himself out of it if he got the time, so Lightning should give him the least bit of time.
"Francesco isn't-" he started angrily, but then remembered that he should actually cut to the chase. "Fine, fine, Lightning, you are 'a very attractive and likeable and interesting, and Francesco really has 'a taken a liking for you."
A killing silence followed, Lightning wanted him to explain himself even more.
"Fine… " Francesco couldn't help but to grin, he knew he shouldn't, but just couldn't help it. "Francesco thinks he 'a might have fallen in 'a love with McQueen" Before Lightning could react to it in any way, Francesco made sure he held Lightning even tighter, so he couldn't get away from Francesco. "And Francesco just really likes 'a playing with the one he loves," he continued. Why should he stop now with telling Lightning everything? Lightning had frozen in Francesco's arms, the fear and shock numbing his body completely. Francesco hovered even further over Lightning and shamelessly a kissed him on his neck. "Francesco knows your 'a little grand prix does 'a not have a trophy, but I made up 'a something to still make it a little more'a challenging, does McQueen want to know Francesco's challenge?" he said, grinning in Lightning's long awaited neck.
Unlike Lightning expected, he was not as shocked or scared but rather just simply numb. He really wasn't scared, but it did make him feel terrible. There were just so many things going on with him right now. The worst were probably the butterfly-like feelings tickling his stomach, as he certainly didn't want to feel those things. But he did. He did all the time, no matter how hard he had tried to suppress these feelings, he did feel flattered, flattered and loved like a high school girl.
Knowing Lightning wouldn't be able to produce an answer to that question any time soon, Francesco continued, "Francesco will 'a take McQueen as his prize, si, I will 'a take you. At first that 'a would mean to tell you that I love you and to get close to you, but Francesco already did that, so Francesco will want 'a more when he wins now" Francesco said as he went down Lightning's collarbone with a trace of loving kisses. "Francesco will 'a take your body completely if 'a he wins for one night, and Francesco will 'a win" Francesco raised himself a little again to look up to Lightning's face. His face was completely flustered in a red blush, his mouth was a little open as if he was asleep, but his eyes were forcefully closed in a painful grimace. "Amore mio" Francesco whispered, laying the fingertip of his thumb underneath Lightning's chin.
"How dare you, for Chrysler's sake…" Lightning whispered, a small tear he had tried to choke back slipping his eye. What on earth was he even feeling? Why did he ever allow things to get this far? His heart was pumping fast, he could feel Francesco's eyes dig into him, he could feel how much Francesco was enjoying the situation, he could feel how badly he was losing this fight with himself. He was overpowered, more overpowered then he had ever felt.
"You 'a were the one who asked"
"Sally" Lightning whispered, trying to get his mind back to its original state, a state without Francesco everywhere, a state where he and Sally just led their daily safe lives in Radiator springs. Where his agenda was just planned one week ahead with goals, no appointments, just goals, points he wanted to improve. Here and there they had dates, shattered throughout their daily lives. He did plan a little in front of Competitions, but his life was mostly free and without any problems. Yes, he loved it that way, just going his own road.
Francesco just needed one thing now, no matter how much he tried to spare Lightning this time, he pressed his lips against Lightning's pink, wet lips. More than anything he needed to feel those soft lips now. He had been aching for it so long now, he needed it. Lightning moaned in a mixture of unwanted pleasure and pity. Francesco started kissing him slowly, careful, registering everything. Both boys were bursting with enjoyment and sensation, both were great kissers and were enchanting the other more than they ever wanted. Drifting into it completely, Lightning opened his mouth and tried to lick Francesco's delicious soft lips. Francesco quickly followed Lightning, letting his tongue slide over the other's lips as well. Francesco's tongue slipped even further back into Lightning's mouth, who directly started to play with the other's soft tongue. Francesco's mouth nearly devoured Lightning, wanting more and more, wanting his wet lips, to feel more of that tongue, to feel Lightning's burst of emotions.
Lightning keenly rubbed underneath Francesco's tongue, always having enjoyed the feel of the lowest part of other people's mouths. The rhythms and movements were all irregular, circling around each other sometimes, tucking in deeper, retreating to lure the other, a few bites, some licking of each other's lips while they breathe heavily trough their noses. Lightning had clawed his hands to Francesco's bare back, scratching him as he pulled him down more. Lightning wondered whenever it had happened that he became this aroused and excited, deciding to just blame Francesco's sexy alluring nature.
Neither of them had any idea for how long their kiss had lasted, but after some time Francesco raised himself, much to Lightning's dislike. However, before Lightning started protesting he reminded himself he just got sucked too far in this whole situation, and that all of this was Francesco's fault. He quickly dropped his arms back to his sides and turned around in shame. It was great, but wrong, wrong as hell.
Francesco was more than just fine. His evening was already good, maybe even his week. Like he had imagined it to be, Lightning would also rather quickly get turned on, making the kiss long, interesting and just simply great. The bursting emotions which Lightning clearly let out. The moans of joy. The moans of pity. The force in Lightning's reactions. The taste itself. He wasn't sure just which thing made this kiss so outstanding, it might just be everything. With a smile on his face, he embraced Lightning and laid down behind him as both of them slowly drifted off to sleep without saying any other word.