And theeeere's chapter 7! Sorry it took me some more time to wrap this one up, but here they are hugging and cuddling. It's not the last part, but I'm not sure if there'll be 8 or 9 chapters as I'm still writing 8, but I'm quite sure I'll get to 9 in the end. as I said, the updates will be slightly slower now, as I'm taking longer to write physical scenes than conversations or just casual other things. AND THE DRAMA TOO- OH THE DRAMA. yes, I said Drama.

Edit: I've got my inspiration for this part from this lovely picture: http :/i43 .tinypic .com /sl4t35. jpg
though I feel like Lightning should have blond hair. but Francesco is just perfect 3

After finishing dessert Lightning just stayed there, talking with Francesco's mother who loved hearing tales from abroad. Lightning had told her vividly about route 66 and Radiator Springs and was currently telling her everything about California. Francesco just looked at the two, still grumpy about losing and all. Lightning hadn't even mentioned the Gran Prix again, but it annoyed him that HIS mama was chatting with Lightning as if he was a great celebrity. It felt like he failed even more now. And ohh, if Lightning would get too cozy with his mother- he knew Lightning did not have any parents. Well, he was not getting his mama.

"McQueen, how are you 'a planning to 'a go home?" he then asked, wanting to get him out.

Lightning fell silent and looked at him for a few seconds "oh… yeah… I don't have my car…"

"To Santa Ruotina, si? I could 'a bring you, Lightning, no worries" Mrs. Bernoulli said as she shoved her glass of wine away "I can 'a still do that, no 'a worries, tell me when you are 'a ready to go"

Francesco stared at his mother a bit, not believing she was being so kind to the one beating her son. He quickly stood up. "Scusi, I am 'a going to read a book or 'a something. Night McQueen" He said as he walked out of the dining room. Lightning watched him leave with a certain worry, while Mrs. Bernoulli remained quite calm and wanted to pick up their conversation. Lightning however had become quite absent minded again by Francesco. Mrs. Bernoulli noticed it and excused herself for talking too much. "It's not your fault or anything, Mrs. Bernoulli… can you please tell me where Francesco went? I- I want to talk to him" Lightning asked.

Francesco's room turned out pretty easy to find. Just like sneaking up the stairs turned out to be easy, they had a large solid staircase. Upstairs, on Lightning's left, he saw some sort of hallway with one door on the other end. It was some path, with on one side a few small prizes, and on the other side was a wall covered with newspapers. When Lightning slowly walked closer, he saw it was all about Francesco. It were some smaller cups he had won, and all the newspapers featured him. It was just like a smaller, messier version of the Racing museum in Radiator Springs featuring Doc.

The door of the room, supposedly belonging to Francesco, was slightly ajar. He could hear music playing. He first doubted if he could just walk in or if he should knock. He was somehow afraid Francesco wouldn't let him in. He decided to enter the room and just ask if they could talk. His face was still feeling like there was a stupid permanent blush on his and he actually felt a little limp because of the wine, he might not have done this normally…

He saw Francesco looking through a collection of magazines, his back turned to the door. Lightning quickly got distracted by the rest of Francesco's room, which was also filled with prizes, newspapers and more Italian spam. But that wasn't what he came here for, "Francesco, can I come in?"

"Didn't you already 'a come in?" he shortly said without turning around.

Lightning doubted for a few seconds but then walked in. "Nice room you've got, Francesco."

"Of course Francesco has a nice room,"

Francesco just kept on browsing the magazines while he tried to calm down some. Lightning kept standing in the middle of his room, looking at Francesco's back and listening to the music playing. He didn't know what he could do to get Francesco to look up or anything like that, or to make him feel better in general.

He walked to Francesco unsurely how Francesco would react. Lightning sat down behind Francesco and placed his hand on Francesco's head and started to stroke his soft, slightly curly hair in an attempt to conform the other.

Francesco's attention directly turned from the magazines to Lightning's touch, but tried to not let Lightning know. Lightning's touch, it felt odd, really odd. He didn't know why he was so confused. So many thoughts were haunting his head, so many feelings were tugging his body, it felt itchy, twitchy and it hurt, but now he felt warm too. He really picked a bad time to take Lightning home.

It hadn't slipped the younger racer that Francesco had stopped what he was just doing, but he wanted some more reaction; he wanted him to relax more. Lightning's arms wrapped themselves around Francesco's waist and he hugged the other, leaning slightly against Francesco's back. Lightning just thought it felt nice, warm and comfortable, and Francesco's hair smelled nice too so he just crawled as close as he could, stroking Francesco's arms while hugging him. "Don't be sad, okay?" he whispered, glad he wasn't facing Francesco as his own face was burning red.

Francesco didn't know what to do.

He actually didn't know what to do. He had loads of experience, at least more than Lightning had, he had triple experience, but he was dumbfounded at that moment. His blood was pumping through his veins with intense speed and it seemed close to boiling, well, that was the way Francesco experienced it. The heath felt ticklish as it spread across his whole body. Shivers spread across his skin where Lightning stroked him. "Calm down, Francesco" he thought after he cursed some inside his head.

It was stupid to feel this, certainly to a friend, even more so as a rival. And something which might even be worse, he didn't start this. He wasn't even close to being in control of the other, actually, he wasn't even in control of himself. All of this caused him to get even more frustrated than he was before

Lightning had started to nuzzle his hair, smelling it, and softly releasing his warm breath against his skull. "What are you 'a doing, McQueen…" Francesco said as he leaned back to McQueen. He heard McQueen humming a little and Francesco began to suspect it was also the alcohol driving him so close. "You're such a kid, McQueen". Francesco turned around a little, but Lightning kept clinging to his back making it impossible for Francesco to face the other.

"S-Shut up, you are just immature" Lightning said as he nuzzled Francesco's brown hair. Instinctively he placed a small kiss in Francesco's neck. Lightning actually felt really comfortable, having Francesco this close. It all just felt natural at that moment, it was natural to nuzzle him, to kiss him, to stroke him. He felt Francesco shifting some, trying to turn around and feeling slightly uncomfortable by Lightning's small kiss.

Francesco sighed, "So your 'a behavior is mature? Really, what are you 'a trying to do, hug me until I get over 'a it?" Francesco asked in a very sarcastic manner. He attempted to get out of Lightning's grip. He wasn't going to keep sitting there, captivated by the younger American racer. "Did someone drink 'a too much wine?" he asked teasingly, which startled Lightning a little who realized that the alcohol actually did something to him. Francesco grabbed the chance and released himself from Lightning's hold and turned around, grabbing Lightning's hands again in case he'd try to get away. A huge smirk appeared on his face when he saw how red Lightning actually was, and how awkward he tried to look away.

"Look 'a who's a kid here," Francesco said laughingly as he was greatly amused now. He slid his hands to Lightning's upper arms and pulled his whole upper body closer to himself. "Stop messing around." He said before pushing his lips to Lightning's. Lightning was surprised by the kiss and just looked shocked at Francesco. Francesco slowly kissed the other and then parted again. "See, you 'a don't even know what you are 'a doing, Lightning" he said as he touched his own lips, Lightning's felt really nice and soft and it gave Francesco a victorious feeling again, to steal that kiss.

Lightning blinked a few times before trying to hit Francesco in his face, but Francesco still had a good grip on him. "Let fucking go off me, you-" Lightning started to struggle a little harder to break free, getting more aggressive by the second and he ended up kicking Francesco between the legs in order to get free. Francesco moaned loudly as he covered his manhood and fell forward. Lightning quickly jumped up and took a few steps back. He could have known this would happen, he was right to not trust Francesco. He knew he flirted with anyone and was quite easy to go to bed with, and he could have expected that he was just as laid-back with other guys.

But they were friends, weren't they? Lightning sighed, didn't Francesco treasure their friendship? He was aware that Francesco didn't have a lot of real friends. Lightning really wanted to be there for him though, but would this work out? If Francesco didn't think about their friendship the same way as he did, this wouldn't work out.

However, after looking at Francesco a little longer, he realized that it wasn't because of Francesco. Francesco had asked himself what he was doing when he started hugging him. Francesco never started flirting, he did.

It was all Lightning's fault.

Lightning kept staring to the ground for a few seconds, realizing what kind of idiot he actually was. Francesco was still on the ground, he really seemed to be in a lot of pain. Lightning carefully approached him and sat down next to him and tried to pull him back up. "Fr-Francesco… get up" he whispered, sounding pretty desperate. Francesco kept still, still not getting up from the ground. "Please, come on," Lightning continued.

Francesco couldn't really believe what had just happened, he was completely lost. It was Lightning starting it all, trying him, teasing him, everything to make him snap back. He didn't even do something that bad in his own opinion, just a mere kiss. And this is what he got. Lightning's reaction was so fierce, it wasn't just the kick that was hurting him now, he was afraid he lost even more today than just a race.