When a Threesome Becomes a Twosome
"I'm sorry, I can't come over today. Morgens is in a bit of a bind." Belgium said over the phone.
Spain could vaguely hear the sound of plane engines in the background. "Don't worry, Emma. Family comes first. Have a safe flight. We will see you soon."
Spain hung up the phone and walked out of the kitchen to the back patio overlooking the garden. He leaned his elbows on the stone wall that surrounded the back patio and studied Romano under the late afternoon sun as he tended to their tomatoes.
He allowed himself a few moments to admire the other nation. "Romano!"
Romano looked up and turned to Spain, tomato halfway to his mouth. His usual scowl was on his face as he glared back at him. "What do you want, Tomato-bastard?"
"Belgium called," Spain said as his eyes studied the beautiful man before him. He couldn't help but be transfixed by how Romano's shirt was sticking to his body in the afternoon heat.
"Is Emma okay?" Romano walked over to him, the basket of tomatoes in hand. He leaned the basket against his hip as he looked up at Spain with worried eyes.
"Yes. Netherlands is just having some trouble," He said with a wave of his hand, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
Romano scoffed and rolled his eyes, "That idiot is always having problems." He walked into the house, propping open the backdoor with his foot. "C'mon, Bastard. You can help me with the sauce."
"Of course, mi tomate." Spain followed close behind. He paused, biting his lip as he stared at Romano's ass. "¡Maldita sea, Bélgica!" He muttered to himself with a shake of his head. He really needed that session with both of them. He was barely holding himself together.
o0o
In the end, Spain's breaking point was a shirt. For the past two years, he had been having a beneficial sexual relationship with both Belgium and Romano. He had only agreed to it because he got what he wanted, in a roundabout way. To sleep with Romano.
While Spain would never admit it to his face, for fear that he might actually be shot, he found Romano to be gorgeous, funny and sexy. Of course, it wasn't like that at first. How could it be? But after they had spent a century apart, perhaps seeing each other once a decade or so, Romano had grown into one of the most gorgeous adults Spain had ever laid his eyes on.
What was most infuriating to Spain was that Romano didn't seem to know the true effect he had on him. So Spain makes sure he touches him as much as possible. He finds any excuse he could to hug him, grab him, poke him, make him smile.
No, Romano had no idea what he did to Spain, which made the situation that evening before dinner the breaking point.
Somehow, the tomato sauce that Romano was making exploded over the two of them. After turning off the stove, the two of them scrambled to the laundry room, shoving off their clothes to avoid burns to their skin. Spain was just starting to take off his pants when he looked over at Romano to make sure he was okay. In a hurry to get back to the kitchen to save his sauce, Romano grabbed the first thing he could from the dryer. It happened to be one of Spain's shirts, his favourite one, well worn and soft.
Romano stood there, in his black boxer briefs and Spain's too-big shirt, Romano stood there, like it was no big deal. Spain felt his breath catch in his throat, and he couldn't stop staring. He licked his suddenly dry lips and tried to think of something unpleasant— like England— but it had no effect. Romano was standing there looking good enough to eat, and suddenly the space between them was unacceptable.
"B-bastard, what are you—" Romano began. Whatever he was going to say was swallowed up as Spain captured his lips. He made a surprised sound in the back of his throat and allows him to back him up against the washer.
Spain slid his hand down and palms Romano through his briefs. Romano huffs out a moan, squirming as Spain presses kisses to his jawline. "Tomato-bastard, we don't do this." Romano sputtered, pressing his hands to Spain's chest and pushing back gently.
"We do this all the time," Spain reminded him, nuzzling his nose against Romano's collarbone. "Come on, mi tomate, we both know you are the sexy one between you and Belgium."
Spain held his breath, hoping that Romano would go with it. He relaxed at the dark laugh Romano let out while he sunk his fingers into Spain's hair and pulled him back up for a passion filled kiss. Spain goes willingly, sighing in relief that Romano was going for it. He swore that nothing would feel as fantastic as the feeling of Romano's lips pressed against his own, parted for exploring tongues.
Spain presses his hips against Romano's, and from there, it didn't take long. They're rutting against each other with need, and Romano won't stop making such delicious noises as their clothed cocks slide against each other. Spain does everything he could to keep Romano eliciting those noises from his perfect, kiss bruised mouth.
"Antonio," Romano groans out as he comes. Spain gasps, his human name on Romano's lips too much, and then he comes too.
Spain hides his face in Romano's neck as he catches his breath. "Lovi, that was fantastic," he whispers, leaning up to kiss Romano softly.
Romano blushes, but does not say anything more.
o0o
It had been a few days, and Spain had not seen much of Romano. In fact, the only reason he knew that he was still there was that there was breakfast, lunch and dinner left in the kitchen for him. Romano was avoiding him and something about the realization made Spain's blood run cold.
o0o
He eventually found Romano sitting under the shade of the willow tree in the back garden, a book in his lap. His fingers danced across the words in the book before he looked up with a thoughtful scowl and repeated the action.
He didn't look up when Spain plopped down on the grass beside him, his head landing into Romano's lap.
"Are you okay, mi tomate?" Spain asked, peering out from under Romano's book.
"What do you want, Tomato bastard?" Romano asked, still not looking away from his book.
"You," Spain said coyly.
Romano lifted his book to look down at Spain, eyebrows furrowed together. "You're impossible."
"Just improbable," Spain jokes. Indicating to the book in Romano's hand.
Romano rolled his eyes and went back to his book, ignoring the man in his lap.
Spain sat up and pressed his chin to Romano's shoulder, leaning against the smaller man and reading the words on the page in front of him. After a while he got bored with reading and turned his head, nuzzling Romano's jaw with his nose. "C'mon."
"Bastard, knock it off. I know why you are doing this." Romano rolled his shoulder to get Spain off of him.
Spain frowned in confusion. He couldn't understand where he went wrong.
"Doing what?"
Romano rolled his eyes, "I know what happened the other day. You drank too much, we didn't have our session with Belgium to help ease you, and your friends weren't available, so you went with me."
"¿Qué?" Spain asked, pulling himself up straight to stare into Romano's face. "¿Cómo puedes pensar eso, mi tomate?"
"Fuck off, Spain." Romano snapped, jumping up to his feet. "Once you get what you want, you lose interest. We are close, and now it's awkward because we didn't have Emma as a buffer, so you need to be more of an ass than usual." Romano gestured between them.
"I wouldn't sleep with you if I wasn't interested in you."
Romano scoffed, "Andorra, Mexico, Morocco, France, Prussia, Belguim, Austria— I'm hardly your first choice." he snapped before turning and rushing back into the house, slamming the back door behind him.
Spain sat there completely gobsmacked, before jumping up and following him into the house. "Romano! What is that supposed to mean!?" he hissed angrily.
Romano rounded on him, his hazel eyes staring him down. "Exactly what I said." Romano's scowl was darker than usual, his lips drawn into a thin line, and damn it if Spain didn't still want to kiss him senseless. Maybe that would show Romano how interested Spain was in him.
"You're latching onto me because you're fighting with half of them, and Belgium, France and Prussia are busy!"
Spain could only stare at him in disbelief, because Romano was so wrong. Sure, hundreds of years ago he slept with Mexico, Andorra and Morocco, hell, those were just the one's Romano was aware of. Spain was quite the slut in his younger years. But Austria had been his husband, and he hadn't gotten off with France and Prussia in at least 200 years. Not to mention, they both slept with each other regularly with Belgium there. Then again, Romano always did have a skewed perception of himself. Spain blamed Rome for that.
Spain had apparently taken too long to answer because Romano scoffed and stomped away from him and up the stairs. Spain squeezed his eyes shut as Romano slammed his bedroom door, shaking the very foundation of the house with its force.
o0o
Things remained stilted between Spain and Romano over the following days. Spain kept trying to find ways to show Romano how important he was to him. He left the best tomatoes on his nightstand, only to find them mashed into the sauce later that day and placed back on his own plate. Spain finds himself hurt by the gesture.
He finally calls a meeting with Prussia and France, feeling at his rope's end. He hates how whiney he sounds, but he can't help it.
"Antonio, ve aren't going to take sides," Prussia informs him over his pint of beer.
France took a sip of his wine. "Maybe you should 'ave thought of that before you jumped little Italy's bones, no?"
"Ay, I couldn't help it," Spain complained, taking a deep drink from his own mug. "Are you telling me that if England walked up to you wearing nothing but your shirt and some underwear, that you would have been able to keep your hands to yourself?"
"No, but 'e doesn't care if I keep my 'ands to myself," France responds smugly.
"Gilipollas," Spain muttered darkly, elbowing his friend in the ribs.
"You know how Italy is. Rome really screwed him up," Prussia pointed out. "He is always expecting the vorst. You caught him off guard. Vhile he tries to hide it through cursing and hitting, he's panicking because that's vhat he does."
"Has he gone to you?" Spain asked accusatory. For years Romano had had a crush on Prussia and the two had even gone out for a good half a century before Spain caught on and forced them to break up. Despite that, he knew that Romano still visited with Prussia often and they remained quite close.
"Of course," Prussia said with a shrug. "Just go tell Italy that you are smitten vith him." Prussia scoffed, "how he doesn't already know I haven't a clue. You aren't subtle about it."
Spain scowled at him. "Púdrete."
"Leute zu ficken, die nicht Romano sind, hat dich überhaupt erst in diesen Schlamassel gebracht." Prussia smirked, downing his drink. "Although, if it doesn't vork out. I vouldn't mind giving a relationship vith him a try again."
Spain punched him, shoving Prussia's head down into the table. "I'll kill you."
"Bring it on."
o0o
"Lovi?" Spain called, kicking off his sandals and shaking out his hair. There had been a downpour that occurred just as he left the bar with Prussia and Spain. He had been soaked within seconds of leaving, not being able to make it to the car.
Lightning flashed and thunder followed close behind. Spain cursed, hurrying through the house. "Romano!"
He paused, his heart sinking at the sound of the backdoor continuously hitting the door jab. "Mierda, por favor no estés afuera."
He hurried out the door, covering his face with his arm as he looked around wildly for Romano. "Romano, are you out here!?"
Spain quickly ran through the garden, dodging a garbage can as it flew towards him. "Romano, where are you!?"
It was slight, but he heard a whimper from under the willow tree just as he passed by it. "Romano!" Spain hurried under the tree, squinting in the dark until he saw the small shaking ball at the base of the trunk.
He fell to his knees, pulling the shivering man into his arms."Shh, I'm here now."
Romano whimpered, pressing his face into Spain's shoulder and grabbing tightly to his wet shirt. Spain quickly gathered him and stood before running back to the house, slamming the door shut behind them firmly. He slid across the tiled floor, almost dropping Romano as he ran them up to his bedroom.
Spain placed Romano on the edge of the bed and ran to his bathroom to grab them both a towel. He kneeled, placing the towel over Romano's head and lightly rubbing it over him, dying his hair and face. "Are you okay, mi tomate?" Spain asked softly, wiping Romano's tears away with the back of his fingers.
Romano glared down at his lap, tangling his fingers together.
"C'mon, let me help you get out of those clothes." Spain said, as his fingers clumsily started pushing up the wet shirt that Romano was wearing.
Romano pushed his hands away and sat up straighter, pulling off the shirt himself and putting it beside him on the bed. Spain reached around him and wrapped the towel around Romano's shoulders, swallowing heavily as he watched Romano's nipples pebble and harden from the cold air a mere half meter from his mouth.
Spain swallowed heavily and stood up. He turned to his closet and took several deep breaths to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. He plucked a couple of shirts and sweatpants from his shelves and went back to Romano, handing him a set. "Let's get you warm."
Romano glared down at the floor, "Grazie."
o0o
The next morning Spain woke up to find himself spooning Romano. He was pressed tightly against him, Romano's breath playing with the hairs on Spain's neck, causing him to shiver. He felt Romano stir, and it made his cock slide against his hip, hot and thick. Spain finds himself salivating at the thought.
Romano shivered, his eyes fluttering open. He blushed deeply when he noticed their position and began to pull away, but Spain grabbed his arm and kept him firmly where he was.
"No," Spain said firmly.
"But—"
"Shh," Spain pressed his hips to Romano's, allowing their cocks to press together.
"Antonio," Romano's eyelashes fluttered as Spain turned his face and kissed him softly.
Romano gently rocks his hips against Spain's and it was the hottest thing Spain had ever felt.
Romano reached down and wrapped his hand around Spain's sock and it was lovely. "Lovino," Spain murmured against his cheek, licking up his jaw to his earlobe. "You feel so good."
Romano panted, nuzzling into Spain's neck as he rubbed against him. He shifted slightly and his cock slipped under Spain's and between his legs, making it feel even better. Spain let out a noise that wasn't completely human and fucked into Romano's hand as Romano fucked himself in the tight space between his thighs.
"Oh," Romano shivered as he came, cum splattering Spain's balls and thighs. His hands stilled on Spain's cock as he came down from his orgasm. Spain whimpered with need, and pressed his hand against Romano's, thrusting into the lightly cupped fingers. After several moments, Romano resumes milking his cock with firm twisting strokes.
"Merida, Lovino," Spain groaned as he released into Romano's hand. It was wonderful, and made his head swim. Romano continued to stroke him through the aftershocks, and Spain couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as the last bit of cum dribbled out.
They lie there until their sweat starts to cool, making it almost chilly in the early morning temperature. Romano sat up and pulled down the shirt he was wearing. He looked up from under his bangs, scowling at Spain's grin. "What are you grinning at, Bastard?"
"Nothing," Spain said, the grin on his face growing bigger. "Just enjoying the view."
Romano scoffed and reached down to grab a pillow and slap Spain in the face with it. "Shut up, Idiot."
Spain's grinned widened before it fell, "Romano."
"What?"
"Don't disappear on me again, okay?" he whispered suddenly, reaching out to take Romano's hands in his. "Despite what you may think, you aren't someone I slept with because I was bored. You mean much more to me than that. You mean much more to me than anyone else. I'm sorry it took me two years to tell you that."
"Two years, when we started that thing with Emma?"
Spain sighed heavily, running his tanned fingers through his thick curly hair. "It was the only way I could try and get close to you. I had tried to talk Gilbert into it first, since you had a relationship with him prior, thinking that you'd be more comfortable if he was involved, but he called me an idiot."
"You are an idiot," Romano said darkly. "You are telling me this entire thing with sleeping with me and Emma was because you wanted to sleep with… me, this entire time?"
"I didn't think you'd want to just sleep with me, so I asked Emma to join. I know you liked her."
"I was six when I had a crush on her!" Romano growled, throwing up his hands. "I only agreed to the arrangement because that was the only way I figured I'd have a shot with you!"
Spain laughed, "Well, it looks like we've both been idiots!"
Romano rolled his eyes and grabbed Spain by the shoulders. He dragged him forward into a bruising kiss. Spain was breathless when they pulled away. They fumbled with each other's clothes as they tumble down onto Spain's bed.
It was a blur of lips and tongues and fingers after that. Spain felt like he wouldn't ever catch his breath again because Romano kept stealing it from his lungs with kisses so good, they made his toes curl.
It wasn't until he was inside Romano that time felt like it stopped. He couldn't stop staring at where their bodies connected. It was so surreal to him. He couldn't remember a time, in all of the millennia that he lived, when he felt happier or more complete.
"Antonio," Romano whined, writhing beneath him. "Spostati per favore."
"Si, mi tomate," Spain murmured in his ear. He pressed a kiss to Romano's temple as he canted his hips. He hid his face in Romano's neck, because if he looked at him, it would end way too soon.
"Oh, cazzo." Romano nuzzled his face into the pillow as he wrapped his legs around Spain's waist and tangled his fingers through his hair. "Dio Antonio, dammi di più."
Spain groaned at the request and fucked Romano faster and harder. It felt so good as he wrapped his hand around Romano's cock and began to stroke it. Romano began to make those noises again, the ones that went from his ears straight to his cock.
He suckled a mark onto Romano's neck and got lost in the sounds of ecstasy that grew in sound and pitch. Romano tugged at his hair and pressed their lips together in an attempt to silence himself.
Spain could feel when Romano cums, his body clenching around Spain's cock. Spain groaned as his own orgasm was forced from him. He called out Romano's name as he came inside him, shivering and holding the male behind him tightly against his body.
When it's over, he allows himself to drop onto Romano heavily, eliciting an 'oof' from him. Romano shifted to move most of Spain's weight off of him, before he closed his eyes and allowed his hand to rub up and down Spain's back.
Spain smiled at the affection and nuzzled his face into Romano's shoulder. Romano looked obscene, lips red and swollen from kisses. There was a mark starting to bloom on Romano's collarbone, one that would definitely annoy him when he saw it, but Spain couldn't help but admire his handiwork. At that moment, he couldn't imagine his life getting any better than it already was, but Romano always found a way to prove him wrong.
Hello All!
This was a requested fic by someone who wished to remain anonymous. The prompt was 'I would like to be left anonymous for this. Would involve Spain and Romano normally having threesomes with Belgium but she is busy so they improvise and have some fun WITHOUT her. Could have Spain tell Romano "you're the sexy one between you and Belgium"'
This wasn't EXACTLY what was requested, as both my fingers and mind seem to follow their own path, but I tried my best.
Hope you all liked it!
All the best,
Chandlure
