A/N: And that's a wrap! Sorry it took so long! I had three exams and had to memorize my lines for the show I'm currently in. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!
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After Charlotte had left, Antonio sat in his dorm room for over an hour, almost as if he were in a trance. What was wrong with him? Why was sleeping with Charlotte so unsatisfying? What about her was so unappealing? He couldn't figure any of it out. But the most important factor stood above the rest. Why did he have to close his eyes and imagine Lovino to even be able to keep it up?
Antonio looked to the digital clock on Lovino's night stand and sighed. It was nearly midnight. He was dreading going to bed, because he doubted he would be able to sleep anyway. More likely than not, he would be up all night wondering what went wrong, especially without Lovino there to chat him to sleep.
Oh, Lovino. The Spaniard pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and pulled up the conversation between him and his roommate. He still hadn't replied to Lovino, but it wasn't like he knew how to respond to something like that. What did he mean by it anyway? Was he angry that Antonio had been out on a date? Why would something like that matter to the Italian man anyway?
Just as Antonio was shutting down his computer to head to bed, the door to his dorm room burst open, and there stood a panting Lovino. The poor guy looked exhausted, as if he had been running. He stepped in, the door closing after him, and pointed a shaky finger at his roommate after throwing his bag onto his bunk.
"You," Lovino snarled, still struggling to catch his breath. "What the fuck was up with those messages?!"
Antonio, perplexed, had to stop and process everything going on for a moment. His roommate was supposed to be gone the entire weekend, not just for one night. What was he doing back? Why did he come back in the middle of the night? He lived quite a drive from the city. "What are you talking about?" he finally asked once he found his voice and the words to say.
"You went on a date tonight," the other man gasped. "And let me guess, you fucked her in this room. Not cool, Antonio! Not cool at all!"
To the Spaniard, his roommate's eyes seemed watery. What was wrong? Had something happened? Was everything okay? "Lovi, are you okay? Did something happen?"
Lovino squeezed his eyes shut and pulled at his hair. "You, Antonio!" he shouted. "It's you! You're what happened! I can't fucking believe you!" The tears finally began to stream down his cheeks. "Why would you do something like that?!"
Though he didn't quite understand the breakdown that his roommate was having, Antonio swiveled his desk chair in Lovino's direction to give his full attention. "Lovi, I don't think I understand what you're trying to say. Why don't you try calming down so you can speak clearer?"
"Calm down?!" the other raged. "You want me to calm down?! How can I calm down when you're just so…" His voice trailed off as he moved over to Antonio in two large strides. He cupped his roommate's face in his hands before lowering himself to press his lips against Antonio's. But it didn't end there. How could it?
Lovino seated himself on his roommate's lap as he kissed him. There was no way he was going to even let the other speak until he himself was ready. He pressed kiss after kiss to Antonio's lips until he could feel the other kissing back with just as much fever and passion. The kisses grew deeper and hotter, but neither of them dared to come up for air.
It was Antonio who finally broke off Lovino's kisses, gasping for breath. He felt so alive and stimulated! With just those kisses, he was more aroused than he had been the entire time he was having sex with Charlotte. What made this so different? What did Lovino have that Charlotte didn't?
"Toni," the Italian gasped, resting his head on his roommate's shoulder. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way." His voice was heavy with what appeared to be regret. "You weren't supposed to find out like this. I just…" He sighed. With his face hidden from the other's sight, he knew that he could say the honest truth. "When I found out you were on a date with your ex-girlfriend, I felt so angry and jealous and betrayed. I know you didn't know, but I just…" His voice trailed off again. "You stupid bastard. That was cruel."
The other man slowly processed his roommate's words. So Lovino had feelings for him? He never would have guessed something like that. A stab of guilt pierced his heart. It was no wonder that Lovino was so upset to hear about Charlotte, but it made Antonio realize that he should probably tell his roommate the truth about what happened with her.
"Listen, Lovi," he softly began. "I did jump at the thought of being with Charlotte again, even if only for one night." He closed his green eyes, focusing hard on the words he wanted to use. "And while it was going on, it felt different. I didn't like it as much as I used to. Now, there was definitely consent, but there was no attraction that used to be there." Antonio took a deep breath. "I closed my eyes in the act, and it wasn't Charlotte in my bed with me. It was you, Lovi."
Lovino slowly lifted his head to look at his roommate. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? Was Antonio serious? There was only one way to find out. He once again pressed his lips to the other man's, hands wandering down to his roommate's lap. The large, hard bulge the pressed the fabric to his palm said it all.
Antonio felt Lovino's hand rub against his length, causing him to gasp against his roommate's lips. He felt his heart leap into his throat. His mind fell into a frenzied euphoria as the other man began to rub his cock through the fabric. His breathing began taking the form of gasps. He tilted his head back, resting it on the back of his desk chair as a low, pleasured groan unleashed itself from his throat.
The Italian stood up and stripped off his shirt. "Let's move to a more comfortable place," he said, working on the buckle to his jeans. He stripped down to his boxers and sat on the end of his bed, not even bothering to hide how hard he was as well. He hadn't expected this kind of thing to happen with Antonio, but there was no way he would miss out on it.
His roommate nodded and followed suit on shaky legs. It had been so long since his legs had trembled from desire that the concept had become foreign to him. More than anything, he wanted Lovino to touch him again. Not only that, though. He wanted to touch Lovino, to feel Lovino, to taste Lovino. He wanted all of it. Oh, the things he wanted to do to him.
Once Antonio was seated next to him, Lovino slung his legs over Antonio's closest leg, seating himself onto the other man's lap once more. He stuck his hand through the front hole of the Spaniard's boxers, grasping the other man's length and feeling it pulsate and grow in his hand. It had been so long since he'd actually had sex that just feeling his roommate's cock made him dizzy with lust.
"Toni, I…" his voice trailed off as he knelt on the floor before his roommate. With no other words to be said, he took the other man's length into his mouth and even slightly down his throat. He fumbled for the lubricant that he kept under his bed, and once he had it in his hands, he put some on his fingers to stretch himself as he sucked Antonio off.
"Lovi, I'm so close," Antonio gasped. His eyes widened as Lovino placed a condom and lubricant into his hand. "You want me to…" He hadn't been expecting to actually be allowed to have sex with his roommate. How exciting!
The Italian stood back up and laid back on his bunk, spreading his legs as wide as he could on a twin-sized bed. His head was a foggy, lustful haze, but he didn't dislike it. He was panting as Antonio lubed up his fingers and inserted them. Knowing that he had already stretched himself well, he grew impatient. "I'm already ready," he sighed. "Just fuck me already, Antonio."
Antonio didn't have to be told twice. He quickly rolled the condom onto his member and lubed up before thrusting into his roommate. His heart pounded, but something told him that Lovino was experiencing the same thing. Though he'd never had sex with a man, he knew that nothing else would be able to compare to it, especially sex with Lovino. He loved the noises the other man made. He loved the feel of being inside of him. He never wanted it to end.
As Lovino curled up next to him on the small dorm room bed, sweat sticky upon their bodies, he smiled. "You're better than I ever imagined, Toni," he complimented, tracing enticing patterns onto his lover's bare skin.
The Spaniard smiled with pride. "I'm glad you think so," he stated, confidence in his words. "As a matter of fact, it was the best sex I've ever had."
"Oh yeah?" the other asked, finger pausing for a moment. "What makes you say that?"
Antonio circled his arms around Lovino's waist, pulling him close as he buried his face in his hair. "Because it was you."
"Oh, shut up."