Mi Amor 💖: I'll be at gate B to pick u up, idiot
Antonio smiled tiredly down at his phone, shooting back a quick response as he shrugged his suit jacket off onto a nearby chair.
Yawning thoughtlessly into the air, the Spaniard loosened his tie, a gift from his husband, and collapsed face first onto the deep plush bed. He took a deep breath, finally relishing in the warm peace of his hotel room. Sangria buzzed warmly through his veins as he rolled onto his back and stared up into the ceiling blankly.
If he wasn't here on business, Spain would think to stay here for a few days for vacation and recharge; spending time amongst his people, his culture, and his country always relieved that dull emptiness that overcame his body after dealing with politics. He would even have booked a one-way ticket for Lorenzo; a much needed break from his own hectic job. But unfortunately, Antonio wanted to go home. To his home that he shared together with his husband in Naples. Its the meetings, events, and paperwork nagging him. Fresh on his mind like a scar and as as maddening as the lack of his lover's touch on his skin. He sighs woefully like a wilted sunflower at the distance between them.
1013 miles.
There was only 1013 miles between Barcelona and Naples.
Only 1013 miles between him and his home, his amber-eyed warmth, and his wine-red love.
Antonio couldn't help it. He missed Lorenzo like he missed the sun. And for everything that the world was worth; he would happily give it all up if he could be with the love of his life sooner than the 6 hour flight he was scheduled to take soon between their two cities. It was far too long to spend without his significant other; his sharp-tongued other half.
Messily kicking his shoes off, the Spaniard snatched his phone off the nightstand in a pitiful attempt to ignore the longing in his chest. He pulled up Instagram and began to mindlessly scroll.
Photos and updates from various countries littered his timeline. He smiles at a selfie from his dear friend Francis, seated at his desk in the Louvre Palace. In another image, his brother João was sprawled out on the beach shirtless in the sun. Spain quickly scrolls away, fearing the health of his eyes if he looked at his stupid brother for too long.
The next image makes him gasp and smile fondly. It was an update from Feliciano in the past hour. Eyes alight at the table, a Lorenzo Vargas in full frame of the image with a glass of red wine. A silk blouse hung loosely off of his form, revealing a little sliver of skin. Hair styled back, the little curl of hair he always tucked behind his ear was tucked away in its usual place. Lorenzo frowned at the camera, an expression not uncommon to find on him normally. He didn't like taking photos. Especially for Instagram. But it seems that Italy had gotten him slightly tipsy, if there was anything to go by the red that dusted his cheeks and nose.
Antonio ran a finger down the image of his lover, giggling to himself at the caption.
Feli.Beilschmidt Dinner date with my 2nd favorite person in the world~ 🍷😂🌈
"Too cute" the Spaniard mused with a little happy sigh. Lorenzo had mentioned on the phone earlier that day of his plans to go out for dinner with his brother and the rest of their siblings. Maybe it was the sangria. Or maybe it was his heart. But Antonio missed his husband. He misses him far more than he should for only being gone for seven days. Closing his phone, he tossed it on the other side of the bed and closed his eyes, wrapping the pillow in his arms a bit tighter. Maybe if he closed his eyes for long enough, the pillow would grow limbs, soft lips, and a curl, becoming that someone he so desperately yearned for.
"...You miss me that much, huh..? "
Antonio blinks confusedly as there is a dip at the foot of the bed. He yawns in spite of it, gasping only when a Lorenzo Vargas straddles his thigh amusedly. Moments pass as Antonio gapes up at him, before the Spaniard makes a small 'huh?'. Lorenzo smiles despite his disapproving head shake.
"...'Renzo?" he gaped.
"Before you ask, I'm not actually here, idiota. "
"Then wha-" Antonio was silenced with a sudden kiss, slow and deep, melted on his tongue. Antonio sighed into the kiss, humming as a freckled hand weaved itself into his curls. He presses up into the body, breaking the kiss in an effort to catch his breath. Lorenzo presses his face into Antonio's neck, pressing sweet kisses onto his jaw.
"...This is a daydream, 'Tonio. "
It was that whisper that broke the Spaniard. He struggled to ease his aching heart, burying his face in the other man's hair with a shudder. "Oh…"
Not-Lorenzo sighs, and pulls away for a moment, looking down at his husband. "You'll get to see me tomorrow. "
"Too long" he stubbornly whispers.
"Antonio… " Lorenzo starts, running his hands in his hair soothingly.
"I want you now, sweetheart…" Antonio admits, pressing his face closer until their foreheads collided. Lorenzo sighs again.
He sighs again. "I can't help you with that" he admits. " But maybe this'll help… " A hand slips into Antonio's boxers and the Spaniard's breath hitches as a familiar coil of pleasure rests in his abdomen. He recognized the hand as his own, yet it didn't feel as if he was the one in control of it.
"Desperate bastard…" Lorenzo murmurs to himself. "Didn't think you could wait for another day, asshole. "
Antonio drags him down into another kiss, smiling against his pout. "Can't help it. Miss you."
His daydreamed husband rolled his eyes yet Antonio could catch the rose that dusted his nose and cheeks. Their lips lock again, this time fueled by a little more than innocent touches. Sangria clouded his thoughts as Lorenzo made quick work of his button-up, pausing every so often to bless kisses onto whatever silver of skin he uncovered.
"Stupid pretty bastard… " the Italian grumbled again, breathless.
Antonio laughs, embarrassed by the compliment. "I think you're prettier, my love."
"Shut the fuck up. " the mirage blushed behind a poorly hidden smile. With wandering hands and a skilled mouth, Lorenzo kissed hickies into his torso, each of them followed by a little insult; his lover's ways of giving blessings. Antonio groaned under his touch, as the tightness in his pants began to drive him crazy. Lorenzo could be a brat, just as much as he was sugary sweet. If this was a dream, Antonio wanted to have him in the worst way, no matter how naughty or desperate they both became. And as if he could read his mind, the mirage smirked up at him.
"So you don't want this? " Deft fingers slipped underneath his waistband again and took ahold of his member, pumping it slowly. Tightly.
Antonio groaned lowly, that familiar shade of pleasure rolling in his gut.
"I would rather you put that dirty mouth of yours to good use." Antonio breathed shakily, peering down at his naughty lover.
"Make me. " Not-Lorenzo challenged his stare, rutting himself against his thigh for good measure. They both shudder but the Spaniard collected himself before his lover, who moaned softly at the friction between his bulge and Antonio's thigh. Antonio couldn't help himself, grabbing a handful of auburn hair and steadying his Italian's attention back on him. "Behave, kitten. Don't make me punish you."
The Italian flushed crimson and quieted. Obedience always shuts his bratty lover up.
The Italian continues down, his naughty lips betraying him as he mouthed absentmindedly on his hips. Lust clouded his eyes as he continued to roll his own hips against the other man; the friction hot and heavy against his gut. "Feels so good… " he murmured.
Antonio twitched in response, but maintained his position with a shaky breath. "Do I need to teach you how to pleasure me again?" he taunted. Antonio always taunted him in moments like this.
The Italian couldn't help but to shudder and deliver a heated glare, despite his eager fingers freeing the Spaniard's cock from his trousers. Lorenzo licked his lips expectantly, looking up at his lover. Emerald met Amber, and Lorenzo scowled again, burying his face against the Spaniard's hip in poorly concealed embarrassment. "You don't need to be watching me, jackass. "
Antonio blinked down at him and his red ears, before throwing his head back and laughing. He couldn't handle this amount of softness. At this rate, he has a higher chance of going into cardiac arrest before he cums.
Lorenzo frowned at this, unhesitatingly taking the head into his mouth down to the hilt. Antonio groaned softly, hands shaky as he pumped himself greedily. Lorenzo bobbed with rosy-cheeked passion, pausing for a moment to press kisses along the backside of his cock.
"I'll make you cum any day before I make you die. Don't even think of dying and leaving me here alone, bastardo. " he murmured softly.
Antonio lifted his thigh, watching as the man atop of him become slack-mouthed and greedy, the friction of his clothed bulge hot and heavy trapped against Antonio's thigh. "You're thinking about the wrong things, my love."
"Shut up. " Lorenzo huffed, taking him again in his mouth again in an effort to quiet his stupid lover.
As you would expect, Antonio never lasted long whenever the thought and touch of his husband was involved. Especially not with the desperation of his lover rutting erratically against his leg. He choked down his moans behind a mouthful of dick. Antonio shuddered, feeling his orgasm threaten to overtake him. With a little warning, he threw his head back and spilled into his lover's mouth, thighs trembling under the heady moans of his husband as he made a desperate mess of his own slacks. Lorenzo swallowed greedily, opening his now empty mouth and peering up at Antonio behind thick eyelashes. He crawled back up his lover, settling on his hips and pressing a tired kiss to his lips. " You're an idiot, Antonio Carriedo-Vargas. "
Antonio beamed tiredly. "I know."
And like smoke, his illusion vanished into thin air. Antonio wasted no time, absentmindedly reaching for his phone. Lorenzo never responded to his first message so the man was probably asleep. The Spaniard typed a quick message to his husband before abandoning his phone on the nightstand along with his worries. He wrapped himself in his blanket, exhaling in the silent room and drifted off to sleep.
