"Why do I have to go to Antonio's place?" Lovino asked as he watched his twin brother Feliciano pack him an overnight bag.
"I told you," Feliciano said as he zipped the bag shut, "that Ludwig is coming over today." He dumped the bag into Lovino's hands, his tone a mix of cheerful and threatening at the same time— if it was even possible. Lovino didn't bother to argue with Feliciano when the latter was using this tone, but he still felt awkward spending the night at Antonio's place, even though it was just next door.
"Lovino, please, do me this favour!" Feliciano pleaded with his puppy-dog eye technique when Lovino didn't snap back a response like he usually did.
"Alright, alright…" Lovino sighed as he hauled the bag on his shoulders. Feliciano studied him with his amber eyes.
"You used to love running over to Antonio's house, what happened?" Feliciano asked with a quiet voice. Lovino didn't know how his brother managed to go from cheerful to threatening to cute to serious, but it wasn't going to make him talk.
Well, maybe a little bit.
"I don't know if I can keep pushing on like this," Lovino mumbled. Feliciano put a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Oh, Lovi—"
"It's fine." Lovino interrupted curtly as he headed out the front door quickly, not giving his brother a chance to say anything else. He looked at his phone before looking ruefully at the house to his right.
Six years ago, Lovino confessed his feelings to Antonio, the neighbourhood tailor. His romantic feelings, that is. It was inevitable that Antonio treated it like some confused teenage infatuation. Ever since then, Lovino made a point to always confess whenever he saw Antonio. It didn't take long for Antonio to go from feigning ignorance to avoidance tactics, and, eventually, gentle rebuffs. Although there were rebuffs, Lovino still felt that Antonio wasn't that all against it.
If it's not an outright rejection, I guess I still have a chance, Lovino thought as he pressed the doorbell.
When the door finally opened several minutes later, Lovino snapped in annoyance.
"What took you so—" Lovino stopped when he saw a blond man standing in front of him, blocking the doorway and smiling with interest.
"Who do we have here?" The man's British accent caught Lovino's attention, but when Antonio appeared at the doorway shirtless, Lovino wasn't quite sure where to look at anymore. He couldn't help but give Antonio's chest a quick scan before looking at the floor.
"He's just a neighbour," Antonio said quickly. Lovino couldn't help but frown at the remark, his reaction not unnoticed by the stranger.
The man raised an eyebrow in confusion. Suddenly, the man's face lit up and he gave Lovino a coy smile. "I think I know what's going on now."
"Arthur, just go— and you owe me a new shirt!" Antonio said sternly as he pushed Arthur out the door and past Lovino before dragging the latter into the house, shutting the door firmly behind him.
"Sorry about that, Lovino. I'm just going to get a shirt on—"
Lovino grabbed Antonio's wrist and pushed him against the wall. "You should stay like that. It's not bad." He ran a hand along Antonio's collarbone as he looked up into those green eyes. "I haven't seen you shirtless in awhile." Who the hell was that? Lovino thought as he pressed closer to Antonio.
Antonio tousled Lovino's hair with his free hand. The movement was soft and gentle. "You shouldn't mess with adults like this," Antonio sighed as his fingers dropped to the nape of Lovino's neck. Lovino let go of Antonio's wrist and clicked his tongue.
"I'm just going to get another shirt. Do you mind if we take your measurements today?" Antonio asked as he walked into his room.
"I guess so," Lovino said as he dropped his overnight bag on the couch and took off his jacket. After a moment of contemplation, Lovino decided to strip down to just his underwear. Maybe a little seduction would work. He walked to the adjacent room where the full body mirror was and looked at his reflection.
Lovino had been a scrawny kid, but after joining the track and field club he gained some muscle. He frowned in the mirror, wondering if Antonio would find this attractive. According to Feliciano, his body was lean and strong, which made for an excellent sketching model. But what would a tailor think? Lovino stood on his tip-toes. Maybe he could grow a little bit taller.
As Lovino turned around to check his back, he noticed Antonio's reflection. Antonio was standing by the doorway, his expression slightly taken aback. "You didn't have to take everything off," Antonio said as he stepped slowly into the room.
"Almost everything," Lovino corrected as he pulled against the elastic band of his boxers. "Are you going to take my measurements or not?"
"Right, I should get working, shouldn't I? After all, I promised to make you a tailor-made suit." Antonio said with a small smile. "Here, look to the front."
Lovino tried not to react when he felt Antonio's hands on his shoulders, turning him to face the mirror. Antonio's right hand moved down from the shoulder to the shoulder blade, his fingers tracing a line down the spine to the waist.
"Stand straight," Antonio's voice tickled Lovino's ear. This feels good, Lovino thought as he felt Antonio's breath against his neck. Antonio was standing extremely close to him, so close he could feel his body heat radiating from him. Antonio's eyes were fixated on Lovino's reflection, the dark bottle green eyes slowly looking at his entire body from head to toe. Although Lovino was well aware Antonio was looking at him professionally—or was he?— he couldn't help but feel a little turned on.
Antonio circled around to the front, measuring tape in hand. "Let's start with the neck, shall we?" Antonio murmured. He gently wrapped the measuring tape around the natural curve of Lovino's neck. Lovino tried not to blush as Antonio moved his face closer to look at the measurement. As soon as the measuring tape dropped from his neck, Lovino felt like he could breathe again.
Just as Lovino relaxed, he felt Antonio's hand on his shoulders again. Antonio had circled back behind him, putting the measuring tape on Lovino's left shoulder and using his finger to smooth it on the curve of Lovino's shoulder all the way to the right. "You've grown quite a bit," Antonio remarked softly.
"I can't stay a child forever," Lovino replied as he tried to keep his breathing steady. Behind him, Antonio marked down the measurements in a small notebook.
"Relax your arms," Antonio reminded as he circled the measuring tape around Lovino's left bicep. Easy for you to say, Lovino thought as he tried to release the tension in his arms. Antonio measured Lovino's right bicep as well. How many places did Antonio need to measure?
Arms. Wrists. Torso. Chest. Stomach. Waist. Hips. Legs. Crotch. Thigh. Knees. Lovino looked down at Antonio, who was kneeling on the floor taking the final measurements. As much as Lovino was trying not to, he inevitably ended up with an erection during the measuring process. The measurement of his crotch was the main reason, and it didn't help that Antonio kept gliding his fingers over his body.
His face is so close… I want to push his face into my crotch… Lovino thought as he watched Antonio jot in his notebook. The thought of Antonio taking his dick into his mouth and sucking him off was too much. Lovino reached out to brush his fingers against Antonio's hair. The older man looked up, his eyes widening as Lovino gazed down at him. Lovino wasn't sure what expression he himself had, but the expression in Antonio's eyes had changed.
The moment Lovino sensed the change, the tension in the room was palatable. Antonio dropped his notebook and stared back into Lovino's eyes. There was a silent click in the air, and Antonio shifted his knees until he was facing Lovino. Without averting his gaze, Antonio placed his hand on Lovino's ankle and slowly slid it upwards. Lovino shivered as he felt Antonio's hand travel upward to his thigh, and let out a yelp of surprise when he felt both of Antonio's hands cup against his ass and bring him forward.
Antonio pressed his lips against the fabric of Lovino's boxers, kissing the base of his erect dick and slowly moving upwards. Lovino doubled over a little as soon as he felt the warmth of Antonio's breath against him. Even if it was over a layer of fabric, it was turning him on so much. Lovino had long fantasized about doing sexual acts with Antonio and couldn't help feel an electric wave of excitement course within him.
Antonio's lips reached the tip of Lovino's erection. He took the tip into his mouth, fabric and all, and pressed his tongue against it. Lovino whimpered and dug his fingers into Antonio's hair, trying not to forcefully push Antonio's head closer.
"Can you pull it down?" Antonio asked in a slightly husky voice.
Lovino looked down, blushing when he saw an evident wet spot. Whether it was his precum or Antonio's saliva, he wasn't quite sure. He pulled down his boxers with shaking fingers and nudged it aside when it dropped to the floor.
"It's time to make a final measurement," Antonio murmured as he licked his lips. "The size here has definitely changed." As soon as the sentence was finished, Lovino felt Antonio's' tongue slide slowly from the bottom of his quivering erection to the top. The heat from Antonio's breath and the wetness of his tongue made Lovino's legs weak. He wasn't sure if he could keep standing any longer.
The moment Antonio's mouth enveloped the tip, Lovino couldn't help buck his hips a little. He felt delirious in the warmth and wetness of Antonio's mouth. Antonio's tongue swished around the tip and slid up and down.
"Antonio… I can't…" Lovino mumbled. Antonio's mouth left his dick with a wet popping sound. Antonio stood up from the floor and circled behind Lovino, giving him a kiss on the nape of his neck. Lovino felt a thrill of excitement travel up his spine when he saw a reflection of Antonio undoing his pants and pushing it down to his thighs with his underwear, revealing his erection.
"Your dick… it's hard…" Lovino gasped as he felt Antonio's hand press against his hip and pull him closer.
"It's because you're so cute, Lovi," Antonio murmured. "Why don't you touch yourself for me, hm? I want to see your face when you cum."
Lovino blushed as he took his own erection in his hands and began stroking.
"Don't close your eyes," Antonio whispered into his ear. Lovino began to be acutely aware of the tension that was building inside him. The sensation of stroking his dick was already a lot, and now he could feel Antonio's hands caressing his hips and thighs. Lovino looked into the mirror and watched Antonio sink his fingers into his skin and massage the area he was touching. Antonio's eyes were fixated on him, the usual cheerfulness replaced with an intense focus.
"Stop… looking… at… me…" Lovino couldn't help but shut his eyes. He could feel the tipping point. It was coming soon. Just a little bit more— suddenly there was a sharp feeling on his shoulder, which was quickly subsided by the feeling of Antonio's tongue and lips. Lovino's body spasmed with pleasure as he came. The sudden shock of being bitten on the shoulder pushed him over the edge. He felt Antonio's hand at the tip of his erection, catching the cum. When Lovino opened his eyes, he was embarrassed to see he got some cum on the mirror. That embarrassment was quickly overridden by another wave of excitement as he felt Antonio spread his cum between his legs.
"Squeeze tight," Antonio said as he bent Lovino forward and wedged his dick between Lovino's thighs.
Lovino pushed himself against the mirror and braced his feet on the floor. He felt Antonio's hands grab onto his hips before Antonio began to thrust slowly. Lovino's toes curled as he felt Antonio slide in and out. As the thrusts became more erratic, Lovino raised his eyes to look at Antonio's reflection. Antonio's face was slightly flushed and his bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead.
Ah, it's coming, Lovino watched Antonio's brows furrowed slightly and felt his fingers dig dip into his skin. Sure enough, Antonio's body shuddered and Lovino heard the sound of his cum hit the mirror. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing.
"I finally… went ahead and did it huh…" Antonio bowed his head onto Lovino's back. "After all the times I've been telling myself not to…"
Lovino bumped his hip backward against Antonio, causing him to stagger. "You made me wait for so long. I could tell you were interested in me," He turned around and glared at Antonio. "I have a feeling we've been dancing around this for at least two years now."
Antonio shook his head. "Adults have a lot of things to think about… like cleaning up," he gestured to the mirror and back to Lovino's crotch, making Lovino blush.
"I guess a shower wouldn't hurt."
Once Lovino was nice and clean he rolled onto Antonio's bed. "Does this mean you'll start dating me?" He asked as Antonio climbed on the bed.
"To tell you the truth, I still have reservations about that," Antonio replied as he leaned against the headboard.
"You already rubbed one out between my thighs, and you still have reservations? Come on," Lovino said flatly as he poked Antonio's thigh.
"You're just starting to really become an adult. You'll meet new people, do new things, and maybe you'll find an old man like me—"
Lovino shot up from his position and kissed Antonio on the mouth. "Don't you think all that 'I'm too old, you'll find someone the same age and better than me' kind of thing a little bit too cliché?" Lovino said as he straddled Antonio.
"You have no idea how I felt when you confessed to me with an expression like you're going to cry," Antonio complained. "Imagine a thirteen-year-old come up to you and saying that jacked off to you during the night." He raised a hand and pinched Lovino's cheek. "In the beginning, I thought you were really confused, but then day after day you kept confessing to me."
Lovino rested his chin on Antonio's shoulder, inhaling the soapy scent from his body. "I couldn't see myself with anyone but you," he whispered. "I was so close to giving up, but I started noticing your gaze."
"Since you confessed every time you saw me, at one point I realized 'he really does have feelings for me'... and it was after that point I started to become more aware of you in a romantic sense. I guess I couldn't hide it well enough," Antonio said as he rolled Lovino off of him and shifted his position to wrap his arms around him. "It was becoming harder and harder to tell myself I should be indifferent."
"Well, I'm not going to let you go," Lovino said as he snuggled into Antonio's chest, his voice getting drowsy. "Even… if you still have reservations, I'm just going to keep confessing to you." He felt his consciousness begin to drift away as Antonio stroked his hair.
Sleepovers are fun, Lovino mused to himself. Maybe we can go a step further the next time I come over…maybe...just maybe...I should try to top him...
Antonio could hear his phone buzzing, but he wasn't interested in picking it up. After the incessant buzzing, Antonio carefully climbed off the bed to see who it was.
"What do you want, Arthur?" Antonio whispered into his phone as he stole a glance at Lovino, who had shifted his body position so he was lying face down. Antonio smiled.
"I'm just calling to see how things went with you and your little Italian cat." Arthur's voice droned from the other end of the phone.
"We're together now." Antonio murmured.
"Really? That's nice to hear. Now, tell me again…do I whip the egg whites until they have stiff peaks?"
"You called just for this, didn't you?" Antonio groaned. "I shouldn't have picked up the phone."
"I have to make a damned cake, alright? It's his birthday after all."
"Right, how's your boy-toy?" Antonio said with a little smirk.
"Alfred is not my boy-toy!" Arthur hissed, and there was a brief sound electric whirring before it died down.
"Arthur, are you using a mixer? Be sure you hold the mixing bowl properly alright? So the contents won't spill all over the place like this morning."
There was an annoyed huff on the other end of the phone. "I'm not as stupid as you think—bloody hell!"
Antonio smirked as he heard the sound of a metal bowl clanging onto the floor and the unmistakable sound of Arthur's curses.
Although Antonio had been slow to pursue his feelings, it looks like Arthur was intending to hold back a little bit longer. Looks like he has his work cut out for him, Antonio thought as he brushed his fingers against Lovino's hair. "Good night Lovi, sweet dreams."