Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
A/n1: Well, the kids have been met, secrets have been revealed/discovered and painful pasts have been taken care of, as good as possible (in this fic, at least). Also smexy times. You'll see. *wink wink*
All that's left for me to write about now, is Antonio and Lovino's wedding anniversary party, and after that… well.
After that, it's time to thank you guys for sticking around me for such a long time, I guess.^^
A/n2: On that note LOOK AT THE FUCKING WORDS. LOOK AT THEM.
Oh my god. Some readers pointed out to me that I once said that this fic wouldn't become as huge as Bottoms Up, but guess what – I FUCKING LIIIIIIIED (apparently. I mean, it wasn't planned or anything).
But do not worry, folks: I've seen fics that have over 1.000.000 words (GHUYAAH) so that means I can still scribble down a thing or three, four before it's starting to really get out of hand. Huzzah!
A/n3: I know you must have been growing sick and tired of all my stupid shout-outs to artists that made me fanart. I know that. Yes. I know. I feel you.
BUT I DO NOT CARE FOR I LOVE PEEPS THAT MAKE ME ART~
*flings shout-outs to artdummpage (Seb and Luisa, yay!) and hairykitty (Seb and Luisa, yay!) in your face*
*dashes off cackling manically*
A/n4: The lyrics you see as a quote for this chapter is from the song 'Ren Lenny Ren' (Run Lenny Run – yes, I bet you needed that explanation). It's a Dutch song, so I (poorly) translated the very first verse for you.
It's a song the musicians made for a nephew of one of them – Lenny. His father, so the brother of one of the musicians, died shortly after Lenny was born.
But instead of telling the boy he'll grow up without a dad, the singers tell him that his father is the wind, howling through the streets, moving bikes, tugging on his jacket and caressing his cheeks whenever he's outside.
It always brings me to tears whenever I hear this song – so here you do, have some feels!
~~ And Three Makes Five ~~
Chapter 91:
Look around when you feel you miss me,
I know what my departure has done.
I'll come whenever you want, just think 'my father's the wind',
I'm so weightless now,
I'll always find your face.
Acda & De Munnik
(Ren Lenny Ren)
'Just a few more days, sweetie.'
Antonio smiled at me as I brought him the dirty plates, pans and glasses.
'Just a few more days, and we'll throw the best party in years!~'
We had just eaten supper. He had made a rice dish, arroz a la cubana, which sounded way more awesome than what it actually was: just a simple dish with white rice, a fried egg and tomato sauce. Oh, and some spicy, tangy chicken, since the both of us sucked at being vegetarians and therefore weren't.
In spite of the simple dinner, it had been really tasty. Probably because Antonio and I had been eating junk food for days now, all to make sure everything would be in order for the wedding anniversary. Raquel had become quite pissed at us for that, saying that she was the party planner, she'd take care of it – but, well, I guess Antonio and I just couldn't let her organize all by herself. It would be a special party, after all. We just had to contribute to it.
But now that everything was as good as done, we finally were able to have a normal meal again, and my fucking god, didn't that just taste heavenly. I had almost forgotten how delicious mashed tomatoes were, so I was very grateful Antonio had offered to make this dish – finally something decent in my stomach! About fucking time!
'It tasted good,' I told Antonio after handing over the forks, knives and other used cutlery – and with 'handing over', I meant harshly tossing the stuff in the small basin he used to do the dishes, so that flakes of soap wafted all over the place. Because why the fuck not.
'Lovi!' Antonio complained. 'Aww, and I just finished cleaning the countertop!'
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a towel. 'Just hurry up already, I want… I want to take a bath.'
I thought I was being pretty fucking suggestive here, with my voice and all, especially since I promised him something a little while ago - but sadly enough, Antonio's brain was like a damn sifter right now: letting through all the important shit and keeping hold of the stupid stuff.
'That's still no reason to be so rough with the tableware!' he huffed. 'I mean, I'd like to take a bath as well, but—'
See? Fucking moron.
I sighed, took a washed plate and started drying it. Maybe I should be more straightforward – more you-know-what-I-mean about it.
'So. Um. About that warm, wet, steamy and foamy bath I'm planning to take, huh…'
'Yes?'
…
STILL NOTHING.
OH MY ROSEMARY GODS.
HE REALLY DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO TAKE A HINT.
THE HELL.
Okay – then I should just say it already!
'Care to join me?' I put the plate down on the counter – a clean one – and looked at him hopefully.
At first, he simply chuckled at my suggestion. 'Ah, don't tease me, Lovi!~'
'I'm not teasing.' I hardened my look as I kept staring at him. 'I'm insisting. Since you're a stupid idiot that apparently has forgotten all about my reward for you telling about what was bothering you last week.'
Fucking finally some things started to click in his head, and his expression chanced. The goofiness of earlier suddenly didn't look all that much like goofiness anymore, and his smile got smaller. But smaller in a good way.
'…I can't believe I forgot about that.'
'Neither can I.' I flushed and clumsily fumbled around with a pair of forks. 'I-I mean, sheesh, I know we have been busy the last couple of weeks, but damn, how can you forget something like that?'
'I don't know, really.' Antonio watched me putting away the forks in the drawer for cutlery. 'But I'll make it up to you.'
I shivered at hearing him say something that could come over as very dirty so wonderfully gently. Almost as if he was already busy making me feel… y-you know, things and feelings and all that lovely crap that comes looking around the corner when you're going to have sex. Since you feel feelings, most of the times. Wait, what was I even internally sayi—
'Sweetie?' Antonio touched my shoulder. With a warm, wet hand.
'YES,' I instantly shrieked, understandably – and there the bowl I was holding went, straight to the floor, breaking in two perfectly even pieces as soon as it hit the hard floor.
'N-now look what you did,' I blabbered, while Antonio kept staring at the bowl ('Ohh, two even pieces – that's just magical!~'), 'and I really liked that bowl, too! It was the best plain, ordinary, normal bowl we had, dammit, and now it's gone!'
Antonio looked away from the broken bowl to look at me, my face positively melting already since it just was too hot to handle, even for me. And I didn't know why, I mean, fuck, I did sexy things with Antonio more than enough to know just how fantastic it was, but still – I still – I fucking blushed my fucking face off each and every time things were getting sexual. It was a cross that I had to bear.
Of course, Antonio liked seeing me getting all hot and bothered because of sex or the prospect of sex, and he smiled, trapping me in-between the corner of two connecting countertops. Both of his arms were naked. Bits of foam stuck to them and water dripped off – slowly, ever so slowly.
'You're that horny already, huh?' He leaned forward so that our faces almost touched, and chuckled, biting a part of his lower lip. 'I like that.'
'Am not,' I protested, squeezing my legs together really tightly but not too tightly (too tightly felt too good, after all).
'Yes you are. You want me. You want me so much.'
I got fucking embarrassed for apparently being so disgustingly obvious about it and tried to back off, but there were only cold, hard counter-sides behind me.
'No no, that's alright!' Antonio laughed and wrapped his arms around me, tugging me against him. 'Don't feel weird – it's good to know you want me. Because, you know…'
He pressed against me some... more.
'…I want you as well, Lovino…'
I swallowed and gulped down something heavy and thick as he moved his face to my neck and started kissing and licking it. Now that already was more than enough to make me shudder and feel like offering myself to him like a fucking birthday cake, but he thought it was needed to stimulate me even more by harshly kneading my ass in his hands.
And those hands were still so very warm and wet.
'Want…' I forced myself to repress a moan when he suddenly bit down, '…w-want me to turn over…?'
Just… too much. I couldn't handle too much. I could barely handle 'exactly right', so naturally 'too much' was doomed to be literally way too much for me. He could have me. Hell, I'd turn around and let me have all of me against the fucking counter in a heartbeat if he wanted that – I was more than okay with that, because sex. With him. And that was all I needed right now.
Most of the time, telling Antonio in-between gasps and moans that I'd be more than willing to adjust our plans and have sex right on the place we were was more than enough to make him throw away all of his control right out of the nearest window and pounce on me – but this time, Antonio drew back, after having left behind a nasty hickey in my neck.
'Seductive,' he muttered, looking at me with twinkling eyes, 'very seductive… but I think… we should… really do it in the tub.'
'We can do it in the tub as well,' I blurted out, breathing weirdly. 'I-I mean, we can start here and continue in the tub and end in the fucking backyard for all I care.'
'But I should really do the dishes first.'
I stared at him. 'You'd rather do the dishes. Yes. Yes, doing dishes after all is way hotter and more passionate that doing a very turned on Italian hunk that's got a boner the size of a damn flagpole in his pants. Doing dishes – erotic as fuck.'
'Always funny to hear you contradict your former statements like that.'
'SHUT UP. And… and unbuckle your belt already. Free yourself. You know you want to.'
Yes, I was fully aware of how stupid and awkward that sounded (free yourself – really?), but to hell with that, people say strange things when they want sex but have to wait on it.
Antonio pouted. 'But I don't want to come down tomorrow morning and see nothing but mess around me! That's really annoying – it takes so much time to clean up, you have no idea.'
I wanted to protest that, but since Antonio was in charge of cleaning, he was actually right about that.
Still, I didn't like it.
I folded my arms and huffed, watching him pick up the broken bowl-pieces. 'When we just started dating, you never gave a crap about that. If I told you I wanted to have you all over me, you'd drop everything, instantly, and be all over me. Regardless of the mess.'
'I'll be done in a minute, I promise!' Antonio said, swiftly turning towards the rest of the dishes to try and show me he really could do the dishes in one single minute. 'Why don't you run the bath in the meantime – oh, and prepare our PJ's, too! And maybe close the windows in the bedroom – the weather's getting better, but I don't want us to catch a cold, now that it's almost our wedding anniversary.'
I made a face that could be considered childish, but it wasn't, dammit.
'Fine. I'll… go and prepare everything, because that's you get the best sex: unoriginal, planned sex, without somebody losing control in the crazy hotness of it all and making a mess of things. '
'I knew you would understand!~' Antonio beamed a happy smile to me over his shoulder. 'Thanks, sweetie. I love you!~'
'…yeah yeah, I love you too,' I sighed, scratching my head. Then I left the kitchen to go to the stairway leading to the next floor.
\0o0/
I actually went and did all of that stupid shit, too.
I closed the windows in the bedroom, I got us freshly-washed pajamas (don't worry, it was nothing too ridiculous, our PJ's were just shirts and sweatpants and maybe a nightgown if Antonio felt like putting on a damn tent and he was the fucking reason Matteo liked dresses wasn't he) and I now was glaring at the hot water, filling the bathtub. It wasn't like I was mad at the water, but, well, I guess I was just annoyed by the way things were going right now.
It bothered me a bit. I had wanted Antonio to respond just as fiery to me as in the beginning, when it was all still pretty new and exciting for the both of us… or when we had decided to switch positions every now and then, whenever I felt like topping him – that was a rather awesome time as well, experimenting around with all those possibilities and feelings and touches…
Hell, it even was pretty fucking great to have sex in the time we had our kids still around, forcing us to be quiet and sneaky and always keep our door locked (only to immediately unlock it right afterwards, because what if one of the kids needed us and the door would be locked and they would get sad because of that?). It made it more exciting and wrong and forbidden and hot damn that was hot.
But now, I guess we were going to the next level of sex.
Domestic sex.
Since we already had done everything else.
First time sex? Done that. Passionate sex? Yup. Sex solely for the sex? Oh yes. Sex that wasn't sex but more like oh-my-god-I-think-I-actually-love-you-lovemaking? Ohh yes. Romantic sex, make-up-sex, hard sex, soft sex, public sex, private sex, long sex, quickies, handjobs, blowjobs, other-kinds-of-jobs – we had done that. But that was not all. Switching? Yeah, eventually. Dressing up? Even that. Being quiet for the kids? Even that.
We. Had. Done. EVERYTHING.
Did that mean that this new level we were entering… did that mean we actually simply didn't know how to keep our sexlife alive and interesting anymore? That we'd just settle with boring sex from now on?
I groaned, got myself undressed – I wasn't going to wait for him, dammit, a minute is a minute and it already had been ten minutes – and slipped into the tub.
FUCKING HOT water, burned my damn ASS, but that was alright, then at least something would be hot this night.
…
Okay, maybe I was too pessimistic. Maybe I looked into this way too much. After all, Antonio still was a very attractive, nice and wonderful man in my eyes, whether he'd have interesting or plain sex with me. I loved him, after all. That was enough.
It was a calming thought that made me feel a bit better, to be honest, and I sank back into the foam, closing my eyes.
I really did love Antonio a lot. I didn't really care if he wanted to carefully prepare a night of lovemaking or not, but I suppose it's good when the one you sleep with wants to do everything in his power to make it a great experience.
Oh.
Ohh, was that… ohh.
I could be such a damn idiot when I thought things over too much.
He wanted to prepare it because he wanted it to be good. For both of us. For and after the sex. Antonio wasn't being boring – he was thinking forward.
Goddammit. I laughed a bit and flicked my own forehead. You're a worrywart, Lovino. God.
I stopped laughing when I heard sounds of somebody walking up the stairs. My heart's normal rhythm sped up right away and I lowered myself in the flower-scented water some more, because it was going to be pretty cold if he'd enter the bathroom just like that and I didn't want to feel chilly. He could think that I'd be sitting and shivering in the tub because of his hotness and that would be very bad for some stupid reason.
'Lovi? Ah!' The door of the bathroom opened and Antonio appeared in the opening, gracing me with a big grin. 'Well, thank you for waiting for me.'
I puffed my cheeks in dismay and folded my arms on the side of the tub, as soon as he had closed the door behind him again. 'H-hey, it's cold! And I thought you didn't want us to catch a cold. So yeah, of course I didn't wait for you. Besides… be-besides…'
I could hear my voice dying a little when Antonio unceremoniously started to fucking strip, right in front of me, like it was a damn daily activity for him.
'Go on,' Antonio said, giving me a teasing smile when he noticed my way too mesmerized face upon gawking that gorgeous fucking torso of his, with his natural tan, the way it was formed by his muscles and soft skin, the many scars scattered all over it, making him look not only hot as hell but also vulnerable and extremely touchable.
'B-b-besides…' I tried to gently clear my throat but it came out as a loud grunt when Antonio pulled down his pants and shook them off his legs. '…besides… y-you said you'd be done with the dishes within a minute, b-but… b-but…'
God that BUTT.
'Yeeeees?' Antonio hooked his thumbs into his boxers, but fucking paused.
'Take it off already,' I panted. 'Take it off or I'll fucking climb out of bath and attack you and risk a cold – you don't want that happening, do you?'
'Oh no, you're just going to keep on sitting and talking there, until I'm totally naked. That's all. Nothing more. You're only allowed to watch.'
I growled. 'You're a fucking evil maniac.'
'I know.'
I stopped eye-molesting him for a second to gasp in shock, hearing the words I told him echo in the back of my head.
'N-no! No, I didn't mean it like that, you know?'
'Hmm?' Antonio blinked.
'You're not an evil maniac. You're just being mean and playful right now, but… but I really don't think you're evil. 'Cause you're not.' I fidgeted with my fingers and looked up at him. 'I… I don't want to call you things you aren't. So I'll try not to. But… but I may say some mean things about you anyway, as you… probably know…'
As I rattled, I tried not to stop, not even when Antonio finally got rid of that last piece of clothing – what I was trying to say was very important, after all, and he should know that.
'…s-so… if you catch me saying something mean about you… just… just tell me, really. Don't agree with me – defend yourself and make me feel bad about saying horrible things to you, because I should become aware of the things I say, dammit, and that those things can be really hurtful.'
I had been so focused on saying the right words right that I hadn't even really noticed he had joined me in the tub already. He now sat in front of me, smiling at me lovingly as he patiently let me talk.
I swallowed when I felt his feet touching mine. 'That's all I wanted to say. S-sorry for… calling you an evil maniac.'
He laughed a bit. 'Lovi, my love… I don't mind it a single bit if you call me an evil maniac. I know you don't mean it and I actually find it pretty funny when you say those things with such a red face. It's adorable.'
I frowned at him. 'I think it's mean. I don't want to be mean. I want to be kinder – to you, to the kids, to everyone.'
'Sweetie, you're already the kindest person I know.' He blushed and shyly looked at me. 'You don't have to lose your edge, Lovino. It's what makes you you. Don't change who you are if you don't have to, my love.'
'Okay.' I averted my eyes and stared at his knees instead. 'I-if you say so, I-I guess it's right.'
'I say so.'
I smiled weakly. 'Then it's right.'
'Good!' Antonio chuckled. 'Very good. Now. What shall we do?'
I stopped lowering my gaze and gave him a questioning look. 'What do you mean?'
Antonio let out a nervous little laugh, shuffling a bit. 'You're… you're being very cute and you look very handsome. I can't even begin telling you how excited I feel by just sitting in bath with you, really – it has been such a long time. But now, we do have a dilemma.'
'Again: what do you mean?'
'We could wash ourselves. But I also want to make love to you.' Antonio let go of the cute act and exhaled slowly, his green eyes getting a darker shade.
I flushed, but grinned at him nevertheless. '…so?'
'Well, regardless of what we do first, it's going to get messy. Whether we wash ourselves first or have sex first, it's still going to be nasty. I like nasty – you know that I like nasty – but it's kind of gross. You know what I mean?'
It was pretty amazing of Antonio to be able to complain like a little bitch about stupid little things like that while still looking like an extremely turned on wild man, but he could fucking pull it off.
I once again swallowed some lump in my throat before I answered him.
'Shower.'
'What?'
'We could have sex first, and shower afterwards.'
'Interesting,' Antonio muttered, before calmly taking my hands in his and pulling me closer. 'Okay. Let's do that, then…'
Now, the next part was kind of… awkward and weird, if you ask me. As always,I didn't immediately want to give in, and besides, it felt a bit strange to go and slide on his lap, being naked and all, and everything was slippery, and while having this massive erection that stood out a bit, but…
…of course my resistance was futile once Antonio managed to get me onto his lap anyway. My legs were bent oddly next to his own legs and feeling his just as impatient boner press against mine cheekily was an odd sensation as well, but it was kind of kinky. I wasn't very kinky, but every once in a while… yeah, I liked that kind of thing.
'Y-you know I can't stay in this position for a very long time, right?' I murmured to Antonio, when he splayed his hands out on my back and pressed my bare chest against his, gently forcing our faces and noses to bump into each other. 'M-my legs will get numb if I keep sitting like this. It'll get pretty painful after a while.'
'Silly Lovino.' Antonio smiled and I noticed one of his hands was removed from my back, probably to grab something that stood on the side of the bathtub. 'As if I was going to let this be a painful experience for you – I know better than that.'
I inhaled sharply when his other hand started running down my back, lower and lower, pausing when it was about to caress my butt. I could feel and picture perfectly how his hand was placed down there: his fingers resting at the upper part of my behind, his middle finger already starting to slide in-between my ass cheeks.
I had wrapped my arms around his neck firmly at this point, every damn inch of my body responding to his touches, teasing and the quick kisses he pressed on my face, my hot cheeks, my half-lidded eyelids.
Antonio stared at me, silently, before he finally guided his mouth to mine. He somehow kept our foreheads and noses connected as he did that, and that alone felt so soft, and so sweet, and oh god, I wanted more of it – I wanted so much more of that goodness, it almost scared me how much more I wanted it.
His kisses grew less soft and sweet, though. The more the finger of that hand on my back started to squeeze itself in-between my butt-cheeks, the more excited I became, moving around on his lap, rubbing myself against him desperately, letting out a longing moan when his tongue roughly made my lips part.
Antonio's kiss was hard, demanding and everywhere – I couldn't think of anything else and neither could he, judging on the way he suddenly stopped lowering his hand to hug me and hold me, with both his arms. I responded by holding him just as tightly, laughing breathlessly whenever I could, just because I was endeared, so endeared – dammit – he was so kind and lovely with me, even when he was horny as fuck.
I traced the curves of his body with my fingertips, let them flutter over his back, and chest, and neck, and sides, and back to his back, and Antonio would moan and kiss my saliva-covered, bruised and oh so eager lips again – something that pleased me and made me sink my nails into his hot, wet skin.
The water around us got more restless and splashed against our backs, giving me shivers, since it wasn't nearly as warm as my own current body temperature anymore now. Then there suddenly was this slick, sticky finger, carefully but determinedly slipping into my crack. It made me abruptly end the steamy kiss I was currently exchanging with Antonio, the tangy taste of his mouth lingering in mine as I gasped against his somewhat opened lips.
'What.. what's… what are you… what are you using?'
'W-why?' Antonio asked, something of worry ringing through in his voice. 'Does it hurt?'
I mewled softly when he inserted another testing finger and squeezed his shoulders, pressing my head against his chest.
'N-no… but it's something… ah – it's… it's no real lube, is it…'
'No no, it actually is. It's waterbased and everything.'
'…it is?'
'Yeah, it's called… um…'
I hissed when his fingers slowed down and resisted the urge to nag at him for that.
'What… what is it?'
'I-I don't really want to say. It might ruin your mood if I tell you.'
'…t-that embarrassing?'
'Yeah.' Antonio sped up his movements again, before I could ask more, and I couldn't help it – I bit his fucking shoulder when he pressed a third finger into me and started scissoring me.
It made Antonio grunt, naturally, but I think it made him hornier as well, since he didn't slow down anymore now and my god, my fucking damn god, he kept rubbing and stretching the inside of my hole for what seemed hours – making me pant heavily and snap at him for more, more, just give me more already you wonderful piece of fucking shit, my hands clawing his stupid, mean, sexy back angrily and contently at the very same time.
It felt good – it felt very good, and it was great, and it wasn't enough, and when that – gasped – message finally got through that annoyingly thick skull of his, he swiftly pulled his fingers back, grabbed my waist and lifted my up a bit – only to immediately pull me back down again, the split-second the tip of his erection touched my prepared entrance.
The unexpectedly fast and sudden intrusion of his cock, penetrating me deeply and ruthlessly, left me speechless and open-mouthed. It happened so fast – I needed to get used to it. Eventually, I hissed a few cursing words through my gritted teeth and clenched Antonio's shoulders.
'F-fuck you… s-so suddenly… t-that… ah… th-that is…'
'I'm sorry – I'm so sorry, sweetie…' Antonio's face was red and flustered, his hands held my butt, fingers tenderly swirling over my skin. 'Take all the time you need, L-Lovi… It's just… I-I couldn't… you're just so…'
'I-I know.' I took a deep breath and relaxed some more. Damn, that stupid water really had grown too fucking cold. 'Just… just let me… for a moment...'
'Anal Love Butter.'
I snapped out of my complex feelings-mood-pain-registration-state right away and gaped at him.
'What?'
Antonio grinned stupidly at me and showed me a pink bottle – a pink bottle that was shaped really… peculiarly.
'What the actual fuck,' I growled, while he hastily put the bottle away again. 'Oh my god. That's… gah, that's just terrible. Anal Love Butter? What kind of person thinks of that crazy shit? Also, what kind of person fucking buys it?'
'The kind of guy that knows that there's bathsex coming up and wants to be prepared.'
'Y-yeah?' I bit my lower lip when Antonio moved his face to my chest and started kissing and licking it, moving his hands to my sides.
'Hm-hm,' he hummed, before giving one of my nipples a lick, and another one, and yet another one, making me whine and forget all about that stupid lubricant's name. At the same time, he started rocking his hips a bit, moving inside of me slowly but surely.
'Ah- I-I… oh… ngh, th-that's…'
Antonio stopped sucking on the dark, nib piece of flesh to look up at me. There was a string of spit, leading from his tongue to my nipple, and fuck if that wasn't the most fucking disgusting and erotic thing I had seen up to now.
'…feeling better?' he asked me in a low voice, replacing his mouth with his fingers as he moved his face closer to my own. 'Do you, my… my love? Does it feel better now?'
He pinched me and kissed the crook of my neck and I breathed so damn rapidly, I even had difficulties nodding.
'What about… what about now?'
He grabbed my hips firmly, harshly, and began to thrust inside of me. Sluggishly – almost lazily, as if he was fucking playing with me. But he wasn't – he was looking for something, and when he all of a sudden hit something amazing and forced me to moan out loud, he knew he had found it.
Antonio smirked, satisfied but relieved as well, and muttered to me to hold on to him tightly as he sped up his pounding. I obeyed and threw my arms around him once more, gasping for air and voicelessly screaming for more as I bounced up and down on his dick that now hit all the right places – all the best spots – all the good things, way too hard and way too fast and way too wonderful.
I looked down his back with clouded, teary eyes, since it felt – oh – I didn't know how it felt. Stars. I could only see fucking stars and hear his aggressive and haunted panting. I could only feel him, and something that could have been water, and my legs – I think I didn't have legs anymore.
And I didn't even care.
Things didn't last long, of course – it was pretty miraculous we managed to postpone our orgasms this long, really, especially since it had been a while since the last time he had given me such a good, hard and throughout fucking.
So when I was unable to repress the burning, wonderful feeling down below from pressing on any longer, I squeezed my eyes shut and heard somebody yelling in a voice that sounded a lot like mine, followed very closely by Antonio's strangled voice and a faint, wet sensation that hadn't got anything to do with the stormy water surrounding us.
God.
God.
That was…
It… that really was…
…
My legs were fucking dead.
/0o0\
'What you did just now is illegal in at least fifty countries and Sealand, Antonio. I hope you realize that.'
'You think?' I stammered, looking down at him as I helped him stand up underneath the shower.
Lovino, all worn-out but having a very big and satisfied smile on his face, nodded, wobbling a bit – and I hastily held on him a bit firmer. Lovi chuckled at that and let me, also allowing me to rub shampoo in his head.
'Definitely. That wasn't normal. That really wasn't normal.'
'Is… that a compliment?'
'Of course it's a compliment, you moron.' Lovino slapped away my hands and wrapped his own around me, nuzzling my chest. 'You're the best, dammit. You made me see stars, for fuck's sake. My legs hate you for temporarily paralyzing them like that, but I don't fucking care – you're just – I love you.'
I felt my face got red, hugging Lovino back and telling him I loved him, too, and that I was more than willing to carry him around for as long as he needed to be, if that's what his body wanted.
'Because you were amazing, Lovino…' I brushed some of his soapy hair away from his ear so he could decently listen to me. '…you were everything I wished for, just as you always are, and always have been, my… my love…'
'Oh shut up,' Lovino huffed – but kept holding me very tightly for at least 30 more seconds, before he distanced himself from me again and stuttered I should continue washing his hair now.
I smiled and did just that.
\0o0/
After we had made some rough lo—I mean, had bathed and showered, we had gone back downstairs to watch some movies (because it was way too early in the evening to go to bed already) and gave Alejo a call, because today, we had called Luisa in the morning, Matteo in the afternoon, and Alejo… well, right now, no shit.
'So how are you doing?' I asked him, while Antonio next to me burst out laughing because of something stupid a character in the movie we were watching said. 'Maybe this is a very lame question, and if so, you should tell me right away, but… are you feeling a bit less depressed already?'
I instantly regretted my question. GOD – it really WAS a very lame thing to ask, not to mention uncomfortable.
Alejo – understandably – didn't reply right away. I imagined he was having this deadish, cynical look on his face as he heard my question echo through his head.
'Dad, please – I'm not depressed,' he finally said, after a sigh, 'but I am a bit worried, yeah.'
'About what?' I asked, instantly concerned about my son and his well-being and, shit, maybe I should get off my abused ass already and head over to Allie and be there for him and all that stuff instead of watching some stupid comedy that wasn't comedic at all (except for Antonio, but he always laughs at everything after sex).
'Well.' I could hear Alejo clear his throat. 'The thing is, I'm too popular.'
'What do you mean? And why the hell's that a problem?' I frowned.
Alejo huffed. 'It's a huge problem! Everybody wants me and if this keeps up, I don't know who to take to your wedding anniversary – because I don't want to disappoint anybody – and I'll have to go alone.'
I grinned, amused. 'Okay Allie – first of all, be happy you are a good-looking arrogant prick that's adored by all sexes, because that always comes in handy. And second, kid: you don't have to bring along somebody if you don't know who or don't want to. It's no fucking shame to be single – hell, why should you even care?'
'But Teo and Lulu will bring their boyfriends.'
'Raquel isn't—'
'I know, but I like trash-talking Matteo for dating a lanky, short-haired girl. It almost makes him gay.'
'No it doesn't, and don't you fucking dare to tell them that – you know they're both vulnerable as fuck, they'll cry, dammit.' I snorted. 'Don't get jealous at your brother. You're better than that.'
'Sorry. You're right.' Alejo sighed again. 'I just don't know what to do. Going by myself will make me feel weird, going with somebody else will make me feel guilty about all the others that couldn't get a piece of the Allie-nator…'
Allie-nator. He just called himself the Allie-nator.
…
Well.
'So there really is just one option left, I think,' Alejo continued.
'And that is?'
'Stay home and observe my refrigerator.'
'That's fucking sad.'
'The truth can be sad sometimes.'
'Well your dad and I won't let you!' I raised my voiced a bit and Antonio stopped watching the movie to look my way in curiosity. 'It's our wedding anniversary, dammit, and we want all of our kids to be there, with or without somebody to bring along. You're our son, Allie. Our oldest son. We are very proud of everything you have overcome and become over the years – and seriously, whether you're single or not doesn't matter.'
While Alejo was quiet for a moment to think about what I had said, Antonio praised me with an impressed thumbs-up.
…
Now wait a goddamn minute, Alejo was his son, too! He should tell him some words of encouragement as well!
So I frowned at him and reached out the phone. Antonio stared at it for a while, dumbfounded, but then he got the message, gave me a nod and took the phone. At the same time, he gestured at me to turn a bit and spread my legs (…the fucking fuck?).
'Hi Allie, it's Papa Toni now!~' he cheerfully started, and turned his back towards me, crawling backwards until he sat in-between my legs, his head resting on my chest. Ohh, now I got the 'open your legs' -part.
I hissed a bit through my teeth and lips, since my ass was burning like hell, but I adjusted my position on my pillow and once I sat comfortably enough, I decided to… w-well… play with Antonio's almost-dry hair for a while. Since it was right in front of my face anyway and shit.
'Yeah… hm-hm… no, I get that much… sure,' Antonio said, his free hand lying next to him on the couch – and maybe I should put mine on it. I always wanted to do that kind of stuff, I don't know. His hand also seemed lonely and I think I was also more than able to run just one hand through his hair.
So I swallowed and stared at his free hand, before gently putting my hand down on top of it. I heard Antonio let out a soft laugh, a laugh that was solely meant for me, and he turned his hand, grasping mine tenderly.
'Well, it's sounds to me that you want to ask that Italian girl out…'
Right after Antonio had said that, he quickly steered the phone away from his ear because Allie started to yell and nag so very loudly and shrilly, it could actually hurt his eardrums. Antonio lowered himself more in my embrace, he so could look up to my face, and grinned at me.
'I think Allie likes her.'
'Likes who?' I frowned.
'Dr. Tosca's kid.'
'That Venetia-girl?'
'Yup.'
'Why do you think so?'
Antonio pointed to the phone – and yes, I could still hear Allie yelling and being angry.
'He denies it.'
'Well, he can mean what he says, you know.'
'Lovino, he literally said "just because that pretty chick made me feel better when I needed it the most and pops up in my head whenever I feel horny doesn't mean I fucking like her!".'
'Oh,' I said. 'ohhhhh. Damn.'
'He likes her.'
'He fucking likes her.'
'Or he just likes having sex with her.'
'That's also a form of liking.'
'Maybe. He won't admit it, though. Doesn't that remind you of somebody?'
'Shut the hell up or I'll fucking yank your hair.'
Antonio giggled and when we heard Allie had stopped raging, he talked further.
'Oh, so you're interested in a guy as well, hmm? That one guy? I don't know about him... No no, you are allowed to bring a man, sure, but... Hm-hm… yeah… Allie, kiddo, if you're only thinking about one-night-stands, just… come alone, okay? Maybe you'll meet somebody during the party – lots of people your age will be there after all, and you're a very handsome young man: they'll be all over you! Yes, definitely! Absolutely!'
I rolled my eyes, but smiled nevertheless. Then I retrieved both of my hands, now folding them around Antonio. Alejo liked getting attention of other people, regardless of gender. I guess Antonio said the exact right thing to him by pointing out that somebody like him coming to our anniversary alone will make him seem like a very desirable man.
'No, you're very welcome, Allie! Yes! Yes, I'll tell Papa Lovi you said thank-you. Will we see you at the party upcoming Saturday? Great!~ Well! Bye Allie! Have a nice evening, kiddo!~'
He hang up and looked up at me again, his green eyes bright and beautiful.
'Allie says thank you for hearing him out. Oh, and for helping him out.'
'So?' I wanted to know. 'What's he going to do now?'
'He'll come alone.' Antonio paused to yawn and stretch himself, as far as my arms allowed him to do that. 'He'll come by himself… and I had to promise him you and I won't try to get involved with… well, whoever he's planning to court. But I feel that he shouldn't be coming back into the dating-scene already. He might still be vulnerable… and Desiree will come to the party as well. Talk about confronting.'
'He's a grown man, Antonio.' It stung a bit when I said it and it left a bitter taste in my mouth – but that's the way it was. 'He decides. It's his life. We shouldn't bother trying to guide him to the "right" person – that's somebody only his heart will know.'
'Ohh, his heart, hmm?~' Antonio chuckled and closed his eyes for a moment. 'You're romantic, sweetie.'
'I-I'm not, dammit.'
I huffed and stared at his face for a few seconds, before leaning over and pressing a shy kiss on his lips. Antonio's eyes opened right away. I glared at them accusingly.
'I'm… I'm just in love and that's all your fault.'
'You're still in love with me?' Antonio's eyes got a bit misty. 'You are, Lovi?'
'S-shut up.' I blushed when he put a hand on my cheek and caressed it. 'I'm not going to tell you crap you already know.'
Antonio laughed and nodded. 'You're right. And you know what else – you're tired. We should go to bed. Is that okay?'
I blushed harder and looked away from him.
'…you know I can't fucking walk.'
Antonio smiled and sat up, scooting closer with his arms spread open wide.
'And you know you don't have to, my love of my life.'
'Shit.' I laughed as I let him collect me in his arms. 'That's corny. You're a corny asshole, you know that?'
'Yup,' Antonio said, his voice all upbeat and happy as he got up from the couch with a soft grunt, and left the room with me.
I felt ridiculously overjoyed, being carried by Antonio like this, in his careful, protective arms. I cuddled against his chest and felt his head pressing against mine and it was all nice and good and… well…
It still warmed me up.
It had been twenty years – and it still warmed me up.
Everything that he was.