Check this, I have a over 2k chapter whoohoo. also I hope I didn't rush over the feelings and shit. Busy with 9 right now but I'm dead tired and idk I'm rambeling. HERE THEY FINALLY ARE. BEING ALL HUGGY AND SIDFHNIERF. /Tired. Here's your chapter for this weekend :3 I'm actually sure that 9 will be the last chapter. yes. Sorry. but I'm planning some sequel though :3
Awful, that was just how Francesco felt, simply awful. He didn't know he could even feel this bad. It hurt him so much how it went between him and Lightning. He wanted to punch Lightning having such a bad temper himself, for everything and even more. On the other hand, he didn't want to make it any worse. This might end in some fight if Francesco would hit Lightning again.
It didn't slip Francesco's ears how Lightning seemed to be begging him to get up again. He would gladly get up, but the only thing bothering Francesco was what would happen next. He really never felt like this before and he was afraid. Afraid of losing Lightning in a painful way. He somehow cared so much for the American racer. It wasn't even like they had known each other for a long time. Maybe it was exactly because Lightning became his friend very quickly. It had been so nice. For how long it had lasted. "Francesco does not want 'a to lose his 'a friend"
Lightning could just hit himself. He only made the problem worse, how was he going to cheer Francesco up now? He tugged his shirt a little as he started moaning a bit, he felt tears already stinging in his eyes. How could he ever be so stupid? "Francesco, I'm so sorry, okay, now please get up" he nearly begged, well aware that he was making himself really vulnerable, but he just needed to trust the other now.
Francesco hesitatingly came up, looking at him with a face full of confusion, anger and sadness all at the same time. Lightning gave him a weak smile and hugged him again when Francesco was sitting straight again. Francesco returned the hug, keeping the blond boy as close as he could. He just wanted them to stay together, no matter as what. Friends or more, it didn't matter. "You 'a won't leave me, McQueen?" he asked in a sweet, weak sounding voice.
Lightning also held onto the other tighter, burying his face in Francesco's hair, letting a few tears slip. "No, I won't,"
Neither of them actually knew what they were. Friends, rivals, lovers? At least they were together, that was the most important thing for them both. They didn't talk for maybe even ten minutes, just trying to relax a little and think for themselves what they should do next. All kind of random thoughts crossed their mind. Like 'what was Mrs. Bernoulli doing right now, and what is she thinking?' 'What should I say next?' 'Maybe this is too close right now' 'What is he thinking right now?' 'How am I getting home?' 'Would Lightning want to go home now?' 'Why did I drink all that wine?' 'What shampoo does he use?' 'What was he reading just now?' 'Is that his heart, beating so loudly?' 'This is actually quite comfortable, does he mind?'
The next one to speak was Francesco's mother, who was wondering when she should bring Lightning home. She had come upstairs silently before knocking the door and asking them. Francesco and Lightning quickly parted from their hug and looked at each other, both blushing and then they both smiled slightly, Lightning's smile being the brightest but disappeared the soonest. He had to leave. Lightning faced the ground and kept quiet. "Come 'a in, Mama," Francesco said "Lightning and I were 'a talking about the races," he lied, smiling to his mother, who directly believed him. "Could you 'a leave us alone for 'a let's say, 10 minutes?" He asked, looking sweetly to his mother who agreed with a kind smile back and left.
"Well, I guess I'll be going then" Lightning said sadly, not really wanting to go, certainly not now. But it was probably really late, so he couldn't stay much longer. He again shove a little closer to Francesco to hug him a last time. Last time for today.
Francesco pulled Lightning a little closer, making the hug last even longer. "You don't look like you 'a want to leave yet," he said innocently "Why don't 'a you sleep over with Francesco?" he said stroking his hair with his free hand. "What do 'a you say, McQueen?" he asked him as sweet as he could. It was just what he longed for right now, staying longer with Lightning. He was aware both of them should be more careful and thoughtful with each other, but he wanted this. He wanted this really badly. The two of them, together.
Lightning shoved a bit in Francesco's direction. He didn't know exactly how to put his feelings to words right now. He mainly felt weak after all this. His body was trembling slightly, it felt as if his stomach was in a knot, but at the same time he faintly felt little butterflies tickling his insides. It didn't feel like they were finished yet, they weren't settled down yet, Lightning felt he needed to get comfortable here with Francesco before he would feel better. How could he ever cope with this feeling alone? He didn't want to face his friends now, he wouldn't be able to explain this weird sadness. It was probably for the best if he stayed here. "Can I stay?" he asked quietly
Francesco smiled and softly stroked Lightning's hair. "Naturelmente" he kindly said, enjoying everything as much as he could. They both had to be careful now and they knew that. He was playing with Lightning's jacket with the greatest caution to not accidently touch him wrong again. But he felt that Lightning also wanted to stay close like this. Or maybe he was just okay with it. Or maybe he just didn't want to be away from him. But either of that was fine for Francesco now. As long as he wasn't feeling abused or anything like that. As long as he felt comfortable. That was what Francesco wanted, to make Lightning comfortable and happy. "I will 'a tell mama," Francesco said "you 'a wait here."
Lightning pouted a little, awkward about being alone in Francesco's room. Francesco smiled reassuring to him before standing up and leaving Lightning behind, alone in his bedroom. When he was in the hallway Lightning heard him starting to sing the song which had just been on the radio. A small smile played on lightning's lips, he would never get over the fact how beautiful Italian was. With his eyes closed, he listened to the Italian music playing on the background as he heard Francesco talk downstairs. It felt so oddly comfortable and nice.
The room was only dimly lit at the moment, there was a larger lamp though which was unlit. The only light came from a desk lamp on his desk and from one beside his bed. Lightning got up and walked over to the desk and looked at the papers lying there out of curiosity. Everything was Italian. It did seem like something personal, as all papers were handwritten. Each of them also seemed to have a different handwriting too. But as he didn't really want to break Francesco's privacy he quickly walked away from the desk and walked over to some bookshelves. As Lightning had expected, all of the literature was Italian. This time however he could understand some things. Like Formula uno. Lightning smiled a bit and took a few books out and looked a bit. In the end, there seemed to be no logic context in Francesco's book collection. There were some old books about racing, some newer ones, he had a collection book from the years 2000 to 2005, though the 2004 version was missing, a biography of a so called 'Mario di Vento', a book containing some training lessons, a picture book of Francesco as a baby, a book about the build of a car, 'Wait a picture album-' Lightning took out the album and walked over to the soft-looking couch next to the bookshelf.
Lightning opened the book and the first thing he saw was a baby boy sitting naked in the bathtub. Lightning couldn't help but to grin broadly, feeling his stomach tickle slightly. This was the best blackmailing material could imagine. He quickly flipped over a few pages, spotting a few pictures where Francesco was slightly older and already had a cute head full of brown curls, making him recognizable for Lightning. But before Francesco could catch him watching his baby pictures he put the album back in place. He didn't want another fight, with Francesco. Besides, he really disgusted anything related to hurting eachother in general.
The music was still filling the emptiness of the room with a some nice Italian melodies while Lightning awkwardly waited for Francesco's return. A part of Lightning felt really bad for letting his friends down and not come home today, after winning his first grand prix race, but another part was too concerned about Francesco and wanted to get things straight with him. He sighed. Pretty soon he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Lightning's heart felt like it was skipping a beat as he got weirdly exited. He watched the door impatiently before Francesco slowly opened it. Francesco clearly hoped to bust Lightning poking his nose in Francesco's stuff, but he was just waiting there.
"Have you 'a waited the whole 'a time?" Francesco asked with some disappointment. "Francesco has 'a also called your 'a friends to 'a tell them you are staying with Francesco tonight," he grinned as he fell down next to Lightning on his couch. "So tell Francesco what you 'a want to 'a do. Do you 'a want to take a shower, or talk to Francesco, or take a drive, oh Francesco doesn't have his car, well we could walk also?"
Lightning shook no as he crawled up to Francesco again, minding himself to not go too far. "I'm tired, can't you just show me my room?" Francesco started laughing. With some wonder, Lightning looked up at him, trying to figure out what was so funny. But Francesco didn't stop. He laughed and laughed, getting quite tired himself. Lightning looked at him with an annoyed look "What the fuck are you laughing at!" he asked impatiently, the tingling feeling in his belly not making his temper any better. Francesco laughed a little harder again and tried to stop, wiping away a small tear. Lightning pinched him softly around his waist until Francesco had mostly stopped and pulled Lightning on his lap.
Lightning raised his eyebrow at Francesco, who was still grinning madly. "You 'a will sleep with 'a Francesco in one bed," Francesco seemingly-calm explained, with the teasing grin still on his lips. Lightning started to blush again and wanted to bring in an argument, but then remembered himself to the fact that Francesco's bed was huge. "Well, little 'a boys shouldn't go to bed late indeed," He said teasingly, making Lightning blush even more. "Should Francesco get you some pajamas or do you sleep naked?"
"I will just sleep in my shirt, thank you" Lightning answered quickly, breathing deeply, hoping to get that damn blush off his face. He stood up and walked over to the bed, again uncomfortable with every movement he made. Not knowing if he could just crawl in the bed, or if Francesco had his own side in the bed, though he doubted if Francesco would mind. Should he just undress here, but where could he put his clothes? He sighed and just did what seemed logical for him. He pulled his racing pants down which he had worn the whole day and he threw them on a chair, followed by his socks and jacket. He would just keep on his shirt, it felt too awkward to go to sleep nearly naked in someone else's bed.
Francesco sneaked up to Lightning and pulled his shirt out as well and walked to his closet to get him another one. "Lightning you 'a aren't going to wear the 'a same shirt all day?" he said with some disappointment in his voice. "That is 'a disgusting!" Francesco threw a Pajama shirt to Lightning who caught it, seeming unaffected by that remark. Lightning saw Francesco peeking at his body and quickly put on the pajama shirt. Francesco snickered a little again as he started to undress himself too.
Lightning was certain to not peek at Francesco getting undressed, but while he told himself not to, he caught himself to be staring at Francesco all the time, not able to look away. Francesco had seen him peek, but didn't mind it. Lightning could look at his body all he wanted. Francesco really enjoyed attention, he loved it when people looked at him. He didn't want to admit it yet, but having Lightning adoring him was the best, like a trophy. Just like it had felt when he kissed him. But they were friends. Just friends for now, so Francesco kept behaving himself. They had to stay together. They just had too. They needed to.