Day 13: What does your character's bed look like when they wake up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?
Lovino checked his calendar one day and noticed it was a month past the first time he and Gilbert went to dinner. It was by no means an anniversary, mostly because they weren't in upper secondary school, and also because they weren't dating. The closest they got to romantic was Gilbert's love of grabbing Lovino's hand to drag him to whatever he wanted to do next.
Still, Lovino wanted to do something special. He picked up a ton of Thai food and got in a taxi to Antonio's apartment where Gilbert was still staying (and now paying rent, so the situation looked pretty permanent).
"Lovi!" the Spaniard greeted when he came to the door, halfway through his first knock.
"Antonio," Lovino replied in a much calmer voice. To anyone else, Antonio's smile would be infectious, but to him, it was annoying. He had come to love Antonio like a brother, and in true Lovino fashion, treated both his blood and adopted brothers with contempt. "Gilbert's here, yes?"
Antonio's blinding smile fell by a fraction. Although Lovino wanted to push past him to understand why, he waited for the taller man to explain. If it took him more than five seconds to do that, Lovino would probably just go with the original plan.
"Yes, he's here, but…." Antonio scratched the back of his head, thankfully letting Lovino inside and shutting the door behind them. "I don't think he's feeling well."
"Oh." Lovino looked down at the Thai food in his hands, then looked back up. "As in, ill?"
Brilliant green eyes turned to the door to the spare room at the other end of the hall. "I would say it's drop but he hasn't gone into subspace for anyone, as far as I know. Certainly not for me." He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair and sending his already tousled curls in all directions. Now that Lovino looked at him closely, he seemed stressed.
"How long has he been like this?" Lovino asked. He walked around Antonio to put the food away in their refrigerator, noting the meals already prepared in glass containers that were left untouched.
"This is the third day. Francis already came over…. Gil won't talk to us or his brother. I was actually going to call you myself, if you hadn't shown up today." Antonio had lost all of his smile; in fact, he looked close to tears. "I have to go to work, can you talk to him? I've never seen him this upset."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Lovino said, not unkindly. Antonio shot him a grateful smile, then grabbed his keys from the table by the door and left.
The apartment was silent like it hadn't been since Gilbert moved in. Usually he was blasting his music or playing some video game or both, so even when Antonio wasn't having a party there seemed to be a lot of life in the small space. Today, it seemed stale and sterile-up to Gilbert's militant standards of cleanliness but without even a little human presence.
Lovino steeled his nerves and walked to Gilbert's room. After a moment, he opened it without knocking, peering in on his friend. The lights in the room were off but there was still light coming through the window from streetlights and the setting sun, casting Gilbert in a pale orange light that made his white skin seem more sunkissed.
"Gil?" Lovino sat on the edge of Gilbert's bed, reaching over to pat his shoulder. He didn't move, like he was sleeping, but his eyes were open and staring at the wall behind Lovino. He was curled on his side with all his sheets and blankets pulled up to his chin and Lovino wondered if he really slept like this, or if Antonio had tucked him in before leaving.
They sat in silence for almost a full minute. Lovino shifted at one point to get more comfortable, drawing Gilbert's gaze. "Sorry, Lovi," he rasped, staring at the wall again. "Not good company today. Maybe tomorrow?"
"I'm not your friend just for the good company," Lovino muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'm here for the shitty stuff too. What the fuck is the matter?" He softened his words with a hand on Gilbert's back, rubbing gentle circles through the blankets.
"'M fine." Lovino scoffed and Gilbert couldn't help but smirk a little in reply. "I am."
Lovino exhaled in a short, noncommittal hum, then stood up. Gilbert's pale hand shot out from under the pile of blankets and grabbed his wrist just before he could step away. "Gil-?"
Gilbert's mouth was against Lovino's for barely a second before he responded. Gilbert was kneeling on the bed to be close to Lovino's height, one hand still wrapped around his wrist and the other fisted in his shirt. It was just pressure until Lovino's lips parted in a sigh, and then Gilbert's tongue was in his mouth and he backed away.
They just looked at each other for a moment, Lovino's hands inexplicably resting on Gilbert's hips. "Gil," he said softly, regretfully, and Gilbert immediately closed off.
"Fuck… shit." When Gilbert attempted to pull away completely, Lovino captured his lips again, pressing him back to the bed and leaning over him. Gilbert went soft and pliant and submissive like he never had as Lovino's friend and that flipped something inside of Lovino that told him to take control. His first and only goal was to make Gilbert happy and if kissing him was doing that, it was only a bonus.
Eventually Gilbert pulled back for air and Lovino sat up, knees straddling either side of Gilbert's narrow waist. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he sighed, one hand pressing gently just above Gilbert's collar bone and the other pushing a lock of white hair behind his ear. "What do you want, Gil? I'll give you anything."
A flash of something crossed Gilbert's face and Lovino paused. "Or nothing," he said, lifting his hands and sitting off to the side. Gilbert sat up as well, rubbing his hands over his face. "What do you want?" Lovino asked again.
Gilbert's eyes were red-rimmed and bright when he glanced back up at Lovino. He took Lovino's hand and pulled him forward again, but instead of kissing him, he just buried his face in Lovino's neck and made a little distressed sound. Lovino, still fully clothed, shifted so Gilbert was back under his pile of blankets. He wrapped his arms around the German, resting his cheek on the top of his platinum blond head.
"Sorry," Gilbert was saying quietly. His arms, wrapped around Lovino's chest, tightened as if he couldn't bear Lovino leaving. "I ruined this, didn't I?"
"You didn't ruin anything." 'If anything, I fucked this all up,' Lovino thought, thankful their position didn't let Gilbert see his expression. Eventually Gilbert's breathing evened out in sleep. Lovino continued to lay with him for a long while, debating whether or not to leave and pretend this never happened or wait for Gilbert to wake up. Either way, he felt like he would regret his decision.