A/N Um, so, if you don't want to read the smut, just stop reading when it starts and then scroll down to the bolded area. "-_-

Sexy Tiemz

"Shake the thing your mother gave ya!

Tear your lungs out, scream your heart

Be on your worst behavior."

Ed Sheeran, "Two Blokes and a Double Bass"

Antonio is not waiting in the front hall, which is a real relief because, after that awkward conversation, I don't want to ever look at his face again. Ever.

I get in the elevator and go up, squirming slightly. What if he's waiting in the hall outside my room? What if he understood what I meant when I said that my room was empty? WHAT IF TWO VARGAS BROTHERS GET LAID TONIGHT?!

No. I must keep my cool. From this day on- until the end of the foreseeable future or possibly time itself -I will never, not once, mention sex in a conversation. Evar.

The elevator doors open. There stands Antonio. He hasn't seen me yet, so I take this moment to let my eyes trail up and down his body, which is a lot more attractive than anyone's body has any right to be.

"Sex," I whisper under my breath. "Antonio, hi!" I say quickly afterward, just so that he knows that I didn't say that.

"Hello," he says, sounding confused and preoccupied. He stares at me, up and down, like I just secretly did to him, then says, "I was just going down to look for you."

My heart starts beating forty times faster than normal, and by normal I mean the around-Antono normal, which is just faster in general. "Yeah, well, I got here first... Haha..." I look nervously down at the floor and stuff my hands in my pockets.

"Yes, you got here first..." He keeps staring at me, and I'm about ready to kick him just to get him to stop, but before I can, the elevator doors start closing.

"Ah!" I say, lunging toward the open doors button. Antonio doesn't wait for me, though. He leaps into the elevator. The doors hesitate for a moment, to make sure they don't squish him, and then they continue closing. I watched them as a very tense silence descends on us. Why? Oh, I dunno, maybe because I'm alone in an elevator with Antonio, and after the phone conversation we just had, being anywhere with Antonio would be awkward, even if we weren't alone.

"Um... Sooooo..." I say, hoping he will somehow spin that into a conversation. I turn to look at him, but he's still fucking staring at me. Literally, if he does not stop staring at me I will kick him in the balls.

"Yeah." I conclude. I turn away and stare at the wall. I wonder if my face is as red as I think it is. Probably.

"Lovi..." he says finally. I immediately glance over at him, hoping he will make this less awkward. "About sex..."

Or not. He could simply make it more awkward instead of less awkward. That's a thing too.

"Sex?!" I squeak. "Wh-what about it?"

"Well, I was thinking... Not necessarily about sex-" he reassures. "just about, um... Us and sex-" -oh god please no yes don't do this but do because I won't do it- "-and I was wondering if you would like to do it."

"Pffffff," I say, waving my hand through the air. "Of course not."

He smiles. "Shall I take that as a yes?"

"Pppppppossibly." I say elusively, looking in the exactly opposite direction of his stupid, sexy face.

"Okay, I'll meet you in your room after dinner." And with that, he presses the open doors button and leaves. I manage to stay standing until he's out of sight, but then I fall over. Aaaaaaaaaaagh! I'll be having sex in like an hour! FUCKSHITCOCK. What should I do?

I lie down on the floor, letting the coldness of the metal calm me down, but then I remember that it's all gross and dirty and I'll need to take a shower.

I get off the floor, step quickly through the doors before they try to close again, and run to my room. Shit. This is going to be terrible and wonderful and perfect, I'd bet anything on it.

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Now, I don't want to bore you terribly with dinner, which was an awkward affair where Antonio talked with the teachers and then occasionally glanced at me which made Eliza and Bella suspicious and so they just asked me over and over if we were doing the sex tonight, and obviously I say no but I also stammer, so then they know that we are, and I tell them they can go shove knives down their throat, but they just laugh.

Michelle, I note thankfully, is farther down the table talking with other people. She hasn't really talked to me much since that one time... I guess she's still getting over it? I don't know. It's kind of weird, though.

After dinner, people head in all different directions. I threaten Eliza and Bella within an inch of their lives, and they tell me they were planning on wandering around anyway, thank god.

I walk to the elevator with shaky legs, tugging anxiously on the hem of my shirt. I allow the elevator to let on a few other straggling students, then wait nervously as it goes up. I'm having second second thoughts. Or possibly third second thoughts, I've lost count.

There's sort of a little of the virginity thing (do I love him? Do I want him as my first time?) but mostly I'm just wondering what he'll say about my scars. After all, one doesn't just jump out a window and not get scars. I've got scars all over my body, and... What will he think? I don't know what I want him to think, but I'm afraid he'll think they're gross or something. I'm not sure.

I rub at my arms nervously as the elevator goes up. There are three other people in it with me, and none of them seem to notice me. At first it makes me sort of sad (after all, I recognize them from classes and stuff) but then I remember that they don't have hot boyfriends who are teachers. HAH! Who's winning now, bitches?

By the time the elevator stops at my floor, everyone else has gotten off. Nervously, I remind myself that that means that no one will h-hear us. Holy shit, are we really going to do this? And... and what sort of stuff will we be doing...? Sweat begins to bead on my brow. What are we going to be doing? Are we... are we...

I swallow, then continue down the hall to my room. I know for a fact that Antonio's still downstairs, so that gives me enough time to decide what I'm going to say to him. Wait... are we even going to talk? Is this going to be like a talking thing, or is it just gonna be a fucking thing?

I run into my room and shut the door, then lean against it. Suddenly I'm filled with the paranoid urge to check the room, for cameras and friends and Antonio, even though there's no way he's up here because I watched him talk with some teachers as I left in the elevator.

Instead of a paranoid search, I do my best to calm myself. What should I do? Should I... get nake- No, that's weird. Like, draw-me-like-one-of-your-French-girls weird. Like, that's one of the weirdest scenes in Titanic, I think we can all admit. Boobs. Gross.

Instead, I decide to sit awkwardly on my bed, and then move to the floor when I realize that the b-b-bed.. B-bed... Um...

And then I roll over the ground until I'm somehow inside my closet. Huh, how did I get here? I don't know, maybe I-

Someone knocks on my door and I only manage not to scream my stuffing my fist in my mouth.

I crawl out of my closet and over to the door, then stand up and crack it open, peering outside. It's... Not Antonio.

"Okay, so you're not leaving tonight, I presume?" asks one of the teachers. I shake my head wildly, willing the heat in my cheeks to go down.

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, good. That's one less student I have to worry about..." She walks off down the hall, muttering incoherently under her breath. I close the door and breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe Antonio won't even come.

Of course, right then is when he knocks on the door. I somehow know it's him, like in a movie when you know so-and-so is going to get the girl.

I slowly open the door once more, and yes, there he stands, smiling at me. I smile a little too, but it's nervous and probably looks dead. I step back from the door and let him inside, then close the door after him. I do my best to act normally as he glances around the room, but once he turns to me, I fail.

"Don't worry," he says softly. "It'll be okay."

I look away. "I-if you say so..."

"Here's what we're going to do," he says, moving toward me and grabbing my hands. "First, we're going to lock the door." I manage a wan smile at that, blushing and growing warm as he leans past me.

"Next," he says calmly, grabbing my hand again and slowly walking backward, pulling me with him. I keep my eyes locked on his face, because his eyes make me feel at ease. "We're going to sit on the bed. After that, I'm going to kiss you."

I blush, and he grins. "And after that, we're both gonna get nakeeeeeeeeeed," He rocks his shoulders from side to side and I can't help but burst out laughing.

"You're fucking stupid," I tell him.

"I know." The backs of his legs bump into the bed and he sits down in one swift motion, bringing me with him. I somehow, for the first time ever in my life, understand what he wants, and so I manage to straddle him without seeming too stupid.

Once that's over with, he smiles sweetly at me. Everything seems deafeningly silent, making my heartbeat stand out even more. I stare at his eyes, noting the little flecks of black or dark brown, and gold, and noticing the way the corners of his eyes crinkle up at the edges, and noticing the few freckles he has on his nose, and the way his stupid, ugly, beautiful hair falls into his face.

And then he really does kiss me, just like he said he would. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, and they're soft and warm and I halfway close my eyes, and he halfway closes his, and I can see the way his eyelids slightly lower and how his eyelashes slightly cover his eyes and then I close my eyes all the way as he opens his mouth. I open mine too, and suddenly it's all tongues and heat and he falls back onto the bed and I go with him because now it's like we're attached at the lips, and I barely have the time to wonder when the clothes are going to come off before he does something with his tongue that makes my head spin.

After that, I sort of just follow his lead. When he tugs at the hem of my t-shirt, I blush and lift my arms into the air like a little kid, and he grins at me again and pulls it gently off and then kisses at my neck, which should not be allowed on any level of being because it feels so fucking good.

I thread my fingers through his hair, then shiver as his mouth moves up from my neck to my jawline. I try to do it stealthily, like a ninja, but I tilt my head slightly to the side so that he can do the sucking-kissing thing better. I bite my lip to keep from making some sort of weird noise as he moves his mouth back to my own mouth

After an undefinable amount of time doing this, I snake my hands down from his hair and tug shyly on the hem of his shirt, brushing the skin right above his jeans with my pinky so that it seems like an accident when really it's not.

He removes his mouth from mine and lifts his shirt off, giving me a lot of time to watch as his muscles work smoothly beneath his tanned skin. He's too fit to be a teacher, I decide. He notices me looking raises his eyebrows, and I blush in embarrassment, then set my hands on his shoulders because I know they're cold. He jumps at the chill, then smiles as I lean down and press my mouth softly to his.

We continue to kiss with both of our shirts off, which is a wonderful thing because, with his skin against mine, I can feel how warm he is, and it's a beautiful feeling.

Suddenly, he flips us over. It's so fast I don't have time to feel surprise or uncomfortable or anything like that, and besides, after it happens I'm much to preoccupied with the fact that he's unbuttoning my jeans. I sort of feel like I should be worried at this point, but I'm not.

I reach up and twine my fingers with his hair. His eyes meet mine, and they're darker than usual, making a shudder course through my body. I lean up and kiss him, hard this time, and he reciprocates.

I hear the sound of the zipper on my jeans being pulled undone, and suddenly I realize how quiet it is in the room. I find myself laughing while kissing him, which is stupid and embarrassing and makes him start laughing too, until we're not even trying to do the sex thing anymore and we're just giggling quietly for some unknown reason.

After a couple of moments of this, I remember that his body is heavy against mine, and suddenly I'm warm all over. Hot, in fact. So hot that I want our clothes off.

I slither my hands down from his hair to his jeans, then begin fumbling with the button. He meets my eyes and I smirk slightly as my fumbling fingers undo his pants.

Once they're undone, though, I have no idea what I should do, which is when he takes charge again. He begins sucking and kissing at my neck, then down my chest to my nipples. I didn't realize it would feel so good for them to be touched, and I squirm slightly underneath him. He immediately stops, looking at me worriedly, and it takes me a moment to realize why.

"No, k-keep going," I stammer breathlessly. He nods, then leans down again and purses his lips around the little nub of flesh. One of his hands comes up to rub at the other one, and I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing normal. I hook my fingers through his belt loops and drag him closer to me, mostly just to have something to do with my hands.

He moves down from my nipples to my stomach, which he places feather-light kisses upon all the way down. Suddenly I realize where he's heading: My... um...

My heart starts beating faster and I feel that something else is growing hotter and more excited. I squirm a little in embarrassment, and start getting even more embarrassed when he grabs my jeans and slips them down my legs, throwing them onto the floor. I wish I would have thought to wear cooler underwear then just white briefs, but then I remember that I don't have any cooler underwear.

He looks up at me and grins when he sees my flushed face, making me want to grab him and kick him in the face. Before I can, though, he quickly slips a hand into my underwear, gently rubbing my... um...

I clap my hands over my mouth to stop from making some weird noise. Holyshitfuckthatfeelssogood.

He chuckles slightly, then pulls off his jeans and underwear. I try not to stare. Let's just say that, compared to me, I guess... he's big. I suddenly feel nervous again. Are we gonna do the thing? The thing where he sticks his thing... into... my, um... Different thing?

"Don't worry," he says suddenly, like he's read my mind. "We're not doing that yet."

I nod, trying not to seem too relieved. I don't know why I even bother, it's totally obvious that I've never done anything like this before. (Ever.)

"Nope, for now, we're going to do this." He presses up against me and I gasp despite myself. This feels wonderful. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

He rubs up against me, and I squeeze my hands around my mouth even harder. Oh god oh fuck oh shit. I almost want to tell him to stop, but I want him to keep going forever at the same time.

He reaches up and pulls my hands away from my face (not without a bit of effort), then leans down and kisses me. I reach my now free arms around his neck and pull him down toward me, pressing my knuckles into the back of his neck. He rubs against me again and I gasp into his mouth, but he ignores it. He's doing the thing again, the thing with his tongue that makes my head spin around and makes me wonder if I'm actually just dreaming this.

My... erection... Is hot now, too hot. There's a warmth roiling in the pit of my stomach that lets me know that the end is nigh. Shit shit shit. I bet he's going to last longer than me, isn't he? Fuck that!

But... What should I do? If I want him to come... hmm... I chuckle against his mouth, causing his eyes to open and stare at me with surprise. I pull my mouth away from his and reach up to nibble at his ear. I hope I don't do it too hard.

After that, I whisper some things in his ear that I will not repeat here, that I will never, ever repeat ever. The reaction I get from them, though, is priceless. He stares down at me, and his face turns bright, and then he puts a lot more effort into what he's doing. Heh heh...

A few minutes later, thanks to my epic skills (and probably because I keep... um... m-moaning and... stuff) we both come. Kind of all over. His body stills above mine and he buries his head in my neck. I bite my lip and try not to make any noise at all, though I end up moaning a bit anyway. Stupid, fucking... shit.

Once it's over, he rolls off of me, and we stare up at the ceiling for a minute. I feel like I should say something, but I'm tired all of a sudden. I just want to curl up under the blankets.

After an amount of time that I'm not certain of, he gets up and does something in the bathroom. When he comes back, he's holding a rag. I watch drowsily as he wipes me off. I then allow him to lift me under the covers. He throws the rag into the corner of the room, then joins me under the blankets, moving behind me and wrapping his arms around me and burying his nose in my hair, which is damp with sweat. I lean into him, then close my eyes and almost immediately fall asleep.

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**Bolded area**

When I wake up again, Antonio's gone. At first I'm kinda mad and nervous and stuff, but then I remember that duh, he's a teacher. He has to be in his own room when he wakes up, otherwise he'll get in trouble... And could even get fired. Terrible. Just terrible.

So basically, that just means that in the morning, instead of being mad at Antonio for being gone, I'm mad at society and shit because technically what Antonio and I are doing is illeeeeeeegal. Yup.

I get up and pull some clothes out of my suitcase. For some reason, I feel different than I did yesterday morning. Not quite like I aged, but sort of like I... just got some weight off my chest. I think about that for a moment. Why do I feel like that...? And then I realize: Antonio didn't say anything about my scars. He kissed all up and down my body and touched me in places no one's touched me before (sh-shut up!) and... he didn't say a thing about them. I smile to myself at this. Antonio's so stupid and perfect and I hate him in all the wrong ways.

I take a shower, dress, then walk downstairs for breakfast. Just as I'm about to get into the elevator, I stop. In all the movies, whenever the main character has sex everyone is like, "Omg someone got laid." WHAT IF PEOPLE CAN TELL?! I run back to my room and examine myself in the mirror. I poke my cheek. I scowl. Nope. I still look the same.

I breathe a sigh of relief and go back to the elevator, riding it down the main floor. I head to the kitchen to get breakfast, which is the most important meal of the day. Don't skip breakfast. Even if you're not hungry, eat a little bit of something. It gets your metabolism started. I know. I'm so feckin' smart.

I grab a banana, then go hide in the corner of the room so that I can watch everyone and no one can sneak up on me and, most importantly, I am not in the way.

I watch as Eliza and Bella enter the room, Michelle trailing behind them with another girl I can't quite place, though I'm sure I've seen her before. I feel a pang as Michelle laughs at something the girl says. I'm not jealous, exactly, I just want to be friends like that again.

And then I spot Antonio, and all thoughts of Michelle flee my head (which was the problem in the first place). He doesn't look any different than normal either, except that I would swear on a fucking Bible that the sun seems brighter around him than everyone else. His hair is all stupid and messy because he didn't comb it after getting up, and I want nothing more than to run my fingers through it to smooth it back down. Stupid piece of shit.

I look away from him, feeling my cheeks heat up. Fuck him. (Don't I want to, though.) I blush even harder at the direction my thoughts are going. Shiiiiit.

I look toward the breakfast table. Bella catches my eye, then winks. Instantly, I know that she knows exactly what I did last night. I glare at her, then draw my finger across my neck, which will hopefully signify to her that Nonno has Mafia connections. Oooooh yes... I DID just bring that up.

I finish my banana and throw the peel into the garbage. I do my best to avoid bumping into Antonio, since I won't be able to look at him normally until maybe three years pass, and head outside. I grab my phone and text Feli that he'd better get his fucking ass back here or he'll die, then I lean against the brick wall and stare up at the sky.

I sigh gently as I watch the fluffy white clouds drift slowly across the deep blue canvas of the sky. I wish I was a good enough painter to paint something as beautiful as the sky. I can just imagine someone- God, I guess, or just someone -grabbing a paintbrush and dipping it into a swirling blue puddle of paint. He would then drag it across emptiness, and from there, the sky would spring. It's such a stupid idea that I laugh slightly at myself. Meh, I guess it's that writing thing. It's just something that makes you have outlandish ideas.

"Hello," says a voice from next to me. Instantly I recognize the easily identifiable voice of Antonio. I turn and look at him, then turn away again. Blush blush blush. Ugh. I'm almost sick of it.

"Hi," I say quietly.

He grabs my hand suddenly and looks pleadingly into my eyes. "Please let's not have this be awkward?" he says.

I blink in surprise, then lean up to kiss him lightly. "Okay." I say.

I try to mean it, but I'm still fairly certain that things between us will always be awkward, if only because I am a part of us.

(','(','(','('.')';')';')';')

This being our second to the last day here, we go on a tour of all the museums here, of which there are a lot, of course, because this is Italy.

It's pretty boring, and Feliciano and Ludwig are acting all cutesy and couple-y- more so then usual -but I'm not sure if they've had the sex. For all I know, they laid in bed all night and did girl stuff, like talking and whispering and bonding. Grooooooooss. Feli would totally do it, though.

(I would too, with Antonio.)

We traverse around the city, mostly on foot or by boat and so, by the end of the day, we've seen all the things we were required to see on our trip here.

Know what that means? We get tomorrow... free.

A/N HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

So... *shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot* Was it good?

Btw, there will be more smut in later chapters. And also... YAY! It's rated M now! *dances*

I also hit 50,000 words (without A/Ns) and so THAT'S EPIC! X3

Fuck, there was something I had to- OH SHIT. YEAH. OH. THE REASON I WAS CRYING WHEN I READ THE ENDING WAS BECAUSE IT WAS STUPIDLY CUTE. NOT BECAUSE IT WAS SAD. Sorry, I forgot to mention that before... DX