They were in a supplies closet. Lovino's eyes roamed around the place as Antonio kissed his neck; the tongue depressors, the gauze, the syringes. Distantly, he knew that this was probably unsanitary, but Antonio's breath on his skin chased this thought away.
It was Lovino who fumbled at the belt buckle—he wasn't sure whose–and Antonio's hand jumped to assist him. The idiot caused more confusion than help.
"Oh, God damn it, just let me do it," Lovino snapped, voice quiet.
Antonio laughed, the noise filling the soft space. Lovino slapped his back, pulling away slightly.
"Hey, assfuck, someone's going to hear us. No noise," Lovino hissed, battling away Antonio's belt. "Just fucking—stop laughing!"
Antonio bit his lip, slipping his hand down Lovino's pants. Lovino almost wanted to push him away—hookups with people he actually liked were a rare thing—so instead he slid his own hands into the man's pants.
"You first."
Lovino could feel the smile against his neck, but Antonio's hands retreated. Oh, God, what was Lovino even doing? He was a fucking doctor, for Pete's sake. He shouldn't be jerking off the husband of a cancer patient. This was so…
"Lovino—"
"Don't moan!"
But Lovino didn't care at this point. It was intoxicating, this man pressed up against him, voice ragged. Handjobs weren't even that exciting, usually. But maybe it was the magic of the supplies closet, of getting caught.
"When is her chemo over?"
Lovino recoiled, face pulling into a sneer. "What, so you can go crawling back to her? You're a fucking bastard, you know that?" His heart still felt like it was in his throat. "This is so…"
Lovino hooked his hand around Antonio's boxers, pulling him back. Antonio laughed again, and the noise was too light for the dark supplies closet. It was wrong. Another slap to the back, Lovino's lips too busy on Antonio's.
Suddenly, there was light. Lovino shoved Antonio away, retreating further into the closet. Antonio stumbled, pants still around his knees. Should have locked the door, should have—Lovino ran a hand over his face.
"I—oh, I…" Still had a fucking smirk on his face, through all of his apologies.
"Jones, get the fuck out of here!"