sorry its been so long
Feliciano sighed to himself as he lay back on Ludwig's bed. Although things had gotten slightly better at home he still didn't feel comfortable there anymore. Ludwig's had become a second home to him, he stayed there as often and as long as he could. Gilbert was like a brother to him now, after their blow out at the dinner Gilbert hadn't talked to Liz much, and he'd been more supportive than Feliciano had ever imagined he would be.
He rubbed his brow, waiting for Ludwig to come back in with their drinks, he'd been gone quite a while, but Feliciano had just assumed he'd gotten caught up in conversation with his brother.
He smiled when the door opened, looking up at the older man, his eyes darting between Ludwig's face and the drinks, before slowly drifting to a bag that he was holding under the crook of his arm.
"What's that?" he asked, sitting up and shifting to the edge of the bed.
Ludwig put the drinks down on the bedside table, glancing at the package and holding it in his hands, "Oh uh," he bit his lip, "Something I ordered after, uh, the dinner at your house."
Feliciano smiled softly, he didn't want to assume the package was for him, but why else would Ludwig be so specific with the time he ordered it? "Really? What is it?"
Ludwig opened the plastic, biting his lip and blushing a little as he pulled out a black shirt with red wording on it 'I 3 my boyfriend'.
"I thought I could wear it the next time I go over to your house, rub it in Elizabeth's face a little."
Feliciano smiled, his face turning hot, immediately a small lump forming in his throat, "Ludwig," he said softly, "That's so nice. I love it." He let out a small chuckle, getting to his feet and walking up to him, pulling him into a hug.
"Why are you getting so emotional," Ludwig asked with a soft smile, rubbing Feliciano's back, "It's just a shirt."
Feliciano pulled away, "I don't' know …It's like you're trying to defend me, it's so sweet…"
"Well I am," Ludwig said, pulling off his shirt and putting on the new one, "Uh, defending you I mean…"
"You are sweet too," Feliciano assured him as he watched the German boy begin to stretch, checking the shirt's fit. Feliciano felt himself blush, "It looks really good on you."
Ludwig looked down at himself, nodding in agreement, "Thankyou." He looked back at him, his small smile fading at the choked up look on Feliciano's face, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Feliciano pressed, "I'm just happy."
Feliciano jolted slightly as Ludwig pulled him close, planting a kiss on the side of his mouth. He felt himself melt; Ludwig had never initiated a kiss. Feliciano moved to kiss back, his mouth opening slightly as he wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck, moaning softly against his lips.
They broke apart after a moment, their faces red, both panting softly.
Ludwig let out a soft breath, smiling at the smaller man.
"Feliciano," he said softly, "I know it's soon..." he bit his lip, "I care about you, a lot. I've not cared about anyone how I care about you."
Feliciano smiled weakly, "I know, I feel the same Ludwig, I love you, I love you so much."
His smile drooped slightly as the wording Ludwig had used sunk in. "You don't have to say it. I know it's hard for you."
Ludwig shook his head, "It's true though, I," he swallowed hard, glancing away for a moment, "I love you Feliciano."
"Don't say it if you don't mean it," Feliciano said firmly.
"I do mean it," Ludwig pressed, "And I know you need to hear it, it's not fair for me to hold myself back when not admitting it is hurting you."
Feliciano looked up at him for a moment, the smile returning to his face, he leaned in to kiss him again, holding him tight, knowing Ludwig really had meant it.
"I love you Feliciano," Ludwig mumbled as they kissed, a warmth filling him as he repeated the words, "I don't want to hide it anymore."
I would say 'no short reviews' but this a short chapter and I dont want to be hypocritical hahahah...