Yo, I don't own the original material, APH. I high-key hate this show so goddamn much but, I still spent days on this. Some NSFW, lots of swearing, underage drug use, and my terrible German if you don't vibe with any of that y'know the door is that'a way kids.
A loud blaring sound went through Gilbert's headphones. The country side of northwest America went by the car window. His younger brother Ludwig, the golden child, was reading his copy of The Great Gatsby and marking the text. The car was silent. He had been kicked out of the district for getting caught selling pot. His family didn't really have the financial stability to move to the countryside just so he could go to a different school district so, he was being forcibly moved in with his grandfather. They came into a small town. The only real "chain" store was a singular AMPM and one Mcdonalds. Several teens were jogging together. When they finally stopped it was at an old farmhouse. Gilbert's grandfather was sitting on his porch with his "Prugelstange". It was feared part of the weekends he spent with the man.
"Guten morgen Vati, wie gehts," Gilbert's dad made a point to speak German in front of his father.
"Nicht schlecht, und du mein sohn."
"Sehr gut. Gilbert take your stuff inside and greet your GroBvater." His dad yelled.
"Guten morgen GroBvater. Bitte," Gilbert grabbed his bags and walked inside the house. It smelled like old lady. When he walked into the guest bedroom he noticed his family driving off. Dicks. He opened his bag and started to lay out his clothes, a mountain of black, in the closet. In the bottom of his bag in a tucked away corner was a baggie of edibles, some joints, and two packs of cigarettes. He tucked them into the fake bottom of the drawer he had installed in the nightstand when first started staying the night to test the waters. GroBvati was in the other room already snoring on the couch. Gilbert opened up his phone and started to look on Discord to see if any of his friends had tried to contact him. Nothing was there. He turned his music up and went to scope out the town. The first thing he did was walk to the little AMPM. It had a small guy operating the cashier. He was scowling at the door when Gilbert walked in. He had dark auburn hair and tanned skin.
"I see you, you better not be shoplifting you little shit," the teen had a bit of an italian accent but, that wasn't important bitch was picking fights.
"Hey fucker is that how you say hello in butt-fuck nowhere."
"Just shut up and leave. I don't want shoplifting punks here on my shift."
"Oh yeah, I wasn't gonna but now. You ain't even gonna know what I take you're just gonna know something's missing."
"Really, what you gonna do."
"I'll suck your dicc man don't test me, I'm gay and lonely." The cashier took a step back. His face contorted. Gilbert scoffed, to add a little extra bit of intimidation he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote his number on it saying DTF. No one out does a queer German. Gilbert approached the counter. "Two packs of marlboro." The kid stared down at him questioning if he should card him.
"Twenty bucks." Gilbert handed him a twenty and walked out. He felt a slight buzz in his pocket. An unknown number texted him. 'Are you really gay'. Gilbert texted back yes. There was nothing, no response. When he got back to GroBvati's the man was passed out. Gilbert grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened up his phone. He texted back the kid asking why he was interested.
'I think i'm gay and I wanna be sure.' Gilbert laughed softly.
'So what the hell do you want me to do.'
'I need someone who's actually gay and doesn't know anyone here. I need an outsider.'
'For what I don't date kids who look twelve.'
'I turn eighteen in a week and it wouldn't be a date. Too many people would see.'
'I'm gonna choose to play dumb for a fat minute. I repeat what exactly do you want me to do.'
'I want to try something so, I know for sure. Then we'd never talk again. I just need to know.'
'Then text me when you're free, I want to know exactly what before I agree.'
'I get off my shift in an hour. At 2 pm.'
'Fine, come to 4256 12th street. We can talk.'
"Ok.'
'Bring what you need to try and we can talk if I'm ok with it.'
'Ok.'
Gilbert laughed again much louder. What the fuck did he look like a gay whore. Like damn some rando twink asking to experiment with him. I mean hot headed pretty boy is a major plus but, he was an asshole. Gilbert walked back to the fridge and put the leftover beer away. An hour and possible booty call from some baby gay.
At 1:50 Lovino rang the doorbell. He was wearing a sweatshirt and a sick mask. He had a paper bag in his hands. Gilbert opened the door in his slippers.
"Gilbert Bielschmidt local queer." Lovino laughed a little before hurriedly stepping in.
"Lovino Vargas," he followed Gilbert through the house. It was fairly empty except for a few pictures on the wall. The whole house smelled like an old lady and a little bit of beer. They walked into Gilbert's room and sat on his bed.
"The walls are soundproof since this was a work out room for my Vati when he lived here." Lovino nodded, he handed Gilbert the bag. Inside was a bag of condoms, some cherry lube, and a handwritten coupon to the AMPM for him not to card Gilbert when he was there. "Yeah, I can do this for yah. The card is very much appreciated."
"I just don't wanna owe you, you have something on me I need something on you." Gilbert put his hand on Lovino's thigh. His leg lightly spasmed before relaxing. Gilbert cupped Lovino's back and kissed him it was light before transitioning to be more intense. Lovino felt Gilbert's hand creep towards his inner thigh. He pushed away flustered. "This is too much." Gilbert sat back up.
"For the record you're gay."
"What did you say."
"You're a gayby sweet pea."
"No you just tried to skew my mind and infect me. You dirty dirty f-." Gilbert cut him off with a kiss.
"Calm down heteroni and cheese. Call me when you find your balls." Lovino stormed out of Gilbert's room and out of the house. When he slammed the door Gilbert's GroBvati woke up for a singular second before falling back asleep. Gilbert groaned, you say you wanna try something and turn on poor gay on then puss out. How dare. He looked down at the bag Lovino left. He left his phone, dumb bitch. Gilbert picked up the phone. The lock screen was a pic of Lovino smiling with a group of people who looked vaguely similar. There was no lock on the phone. He swiped and saw a cluster of apps. Some were social media funnily enough his photo album was in the same folder as grinder. He decided to stop snooping after going through the photo album and seeing a thousand stalker pics of some dude playing soccer. Gilbert called the home number. A high energetic voice picked up.
"Fratello, this is a first you're calling us." The girl who picked up had a very sweet voice.
"Ah no, Lovino left his phone at my house and I figured he wanted it back." It was silent on the line for a second.
"Oh, Lovi made a friend," Gilbert heard yelling in the background, "Roma Lovi made a friend. Thank you bello for the message we will tell him." Gilbert smiled. Sounded like a really cute and sweet girl. Ludwig would love to meet her. He stood up and went back into the kitchen to make dinner after taking a long shower. Gilbert was making some strudel, it wasn't the most nutritional thing but, damn was it good. After dinner Gilbert went outside to have a smoke, he was trying to hold back but he still needed to hold off the shakes. It was relaxing, rather soothing.
Gilbert woke up to a stick poking him in the face, his GroBvater had his prugelstange in hand and seemed to be ready to use it.
"Gilbert, es ist Morgan."
"Ja, I know GroBvater i'm getting up."
"Auf Deutsch," GroBvater had long blonde hair and was barely up but, by the time he was awake he was yelling. Gilbert glared at the man. There was a plate of sausages on the table guarded by his GroBvater's rosary. They put their hands on the table while his GroBvater mutter grace. The doorbell rang.
"Buongiorno, Beilschmidt," a large italian man opened the door with Lovino hiding behind him scowling.
"Your young grandson called us saying Lovi left his phone here." GroBvater looked at Gilbert who got up and went to his room to grab the phone. Lovino snatched it out of his hands. "You know since they're such good friends they should hang out today,"
"Roma, I have work today."
"No you don't. I know your shifts." Lovino sighed and reserved to his fate. "Beilschmidt what do you say."
"Sure. I'll be napping." GroBvater fairly quickly cleaned the dishes and collapsed on his chair. Roma left and left Lovino there with one gay German.
"Yesterday was a mistake, it's never happening again." With in ten minutes Lovino's clothes were on the floor and he was tangled with Gilbert on his bed. Gilbert's hand went towards Lovino's thigh before he started to prep him. For Lovino he just sat there occasionally he would kiss Gilbert back, or he would lightly bite him but nothing else. He was gaging his body's reaction, Gilbert grazed his inner thigh again before actually inserting himself into Lovino. Lovino bit his tongue and held onto the bed sheet. This was just a test, it's natural to have a reaction. It was what he had to tell himself. Gilbert came and pulled out. He threw the used condom in the trash before he focused on Lovino. He sat on the floor and put his mouth on Lovino's upper middle thigh making his way up to the thing he was actually after. Lovino clenched his thighs on Gilbert's head. Gilbert pulled away for a second. Lovino finished having most of it end up on Gilbert's face and hair. He grabbed at Lovino's shirt which was tossed on the nightstand to clean up. "Don't use my shirt dick head, It'll stain." Gilbert threw it back on the floor.
"Well it ain't from me so don't even think about using anything of mine."
"Can I just take a shower gaylord."
"Least I'm not a bottom
"Least I don't fuck dudes."
"Least I'm not a fagguette." Gilbert stuck his tongue out at Lovino. Lovino stood up and went to the shower. He limped slightly getting up. "Fuck my ass hurts. Damn."
"Yeah, yeah. Oh you're gonna want to make sure to wash your dick. Chad saliva and so on." Lovino made a face and limped to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror he had light pink hickeys and bite marks littering his chest and thighs. In the shower he followed Gilbert's advice and had a small break down in the shower. Gilbert banged on the door to get out.
"I swear to God either get out or I shower with you."
"No balls, you won't." Gilbert opened the door and started to strip. Lovino tried to run out of the shower but, he slipped and fell on his face. Gilbert tried to lift him up, but at this point he was already in his boxers and Lovino had enough physical contact. So he tried to get up again. He sat up and Fell right back into Gilbert's lap. Gilbert stood him up. He touched Lovino's soapy shoulder and got in the shower. "Gil I was using that. Get the hell out."
"I sucked your dick and got cum on my face no lip." Lovino got back in the shower. They showered avoiding all possible eye contact. Lovino got out first.
"Gilbert where are my clothes."
"In my room."
"But"
"Grobvater is asleep and I've seen you naked no one in the house cares. Hell I'm pretty much done, I'll come with you." Lovino sneaked around the corner to Gilbert's room. Gilbert's GroBvater looked back from the TV to see his grandson and his friend's grandson walking away from the shower naked. He didn't say a thing. Lovino put his pants on.
"I think I know what I needed to know."
"You gay?"
"Yeah, probably."
"Probably? You just got fucked by a dude and judging from your reaction you enjoyed it."
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about."
"Why worry."
"because I like guys and now I know that it means in the eyes of god, I am a sinner."
"Well why love a god if he doesn't love you for you."
"Yeah but, what if I my family never forgives me for it."
"Then get a new family."
"You know, for a random dude that I asked to confirm if I could or more over enjoy gay sex you're pretty chill," Lovino smiled and went back to being angry. He got up and walked out. Little bit of a summer fling before his senior year. Lovino was kinda glad he would never see Gilbert again. At Least now he knew, and he could just finish highschool pretending he didn't know. No reminder that he was this different or out of place. Especially about the fact he got fucked by a guy he just met. Lovino was glad to not have to have any reminder he was gay until he moved out.