A/N: Chapter 4 babies! This is going a little faster than I thought. Thanks to whomever is reading this.
Lovino steadily watched as Ludwig worked on the engine under the hood of Feliciano's new red Ferrari. Damn that idiot for always buying showy vehicles that he couldn't even drive correctly. If anything, he should just ride the bus. Every time he got a car, it didn't take him long to screw it up. Now the stupid, macho potato bastard had to fix it and his ugliness was distracting. Lovino had to make sure he didn't screw it up even more, so he stared intently at those stupid, nicely toned and sweating biceps that dutifully went to work.
"I think I may have found the problem," Ludwig said, standing back up and glancing over to Lovino.
"Well? What is it?"
"I'm pretty sure car engines don't enjoy human food," he said, lifting up a dark glob of old pasta from beside the engine.
"…Feliciano! Get your dumb ass out here!" Lovino yelled, furiously.
Feliciano knew that angry tone in his brother's voice, so he nervously exited the house and slowly walked towards the driveway. Lovino angrily glared at him as he approached, and he felt like crying already. Whatever was bugging him couldn't be good, so Feliciano stood a few feet away so as to not get pummeled into the ground by a raging Lovino.
"What do you think that is?" Lovino began, pointing to the hideous glob of noodles in Ludwig's hand.
"Old pasta? I don't think you should eat it, we have fresh noodles in the-"
"I'm not going to eat it, idiot! Do you know where the bastard found that shit?" Lovino hissed.
Feliciano nervously shrugged and changed his expression to the sad, childish one he wore whenever he was about to cry. This particular expression almost always made Lovino give in before the airhead would start bawling his eyes out, but this time Lovino overpowered him and continued to glare without yielding. If Feliciano didn't learn now, he would never be able to take care of himself in the near future. So, Lovino did his best to ignore that stupidly adorable face.
"He found it under the hood of your car by the fucking engine! No wonder the stupid thing was acting weird, are you trying to break it? You're lucky he figured out the problem, or else you would have had to pay so much damn money to get this shit looked at by a mechanic. And you know how those bastards can scam people out of their damn money," Lovino continued to lecture, and still ignored the water that began to fill Feliciano's eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how that got in there. Please don't be angry and sell it back to the dealers, I'll take better care of it, I promise!" Feliciano cried.
"You had better, or else I'll really do it next time!"
"Anything else you need?" Ludwig asked, as Lovino finished being a 'parent' and Feliciano wiped his tears.
"Since you're here, wash my car! You might as well be of some use," Lovino said, pointing to his car on the street in front of the driveway.
"Alright," Ludwig sighed, and finished cleaning around the engine of Feliciano's car.
Feliciano brought out a bucket full of soap and water and put it by the other car. He watched as Ludwig used the water hose to wet the exterior. This somehow looked like a lot of fun, and he decided he wanted to join in, too!
"You don't have to do it all alone, I'll help!" Feliciano exclaimed, as he quickly ran into the house to change clothes.
"Well, that would make the process go much faster, I suppose."
"If he breaks anything it's coming out of your wallet, bastard." Lovino lounged back into the lawn chair and watched from afar.
Feliciano quickly reappeared back outside, wearing a long white shirt and very short jeans. Lovino almost spit out his drink at how well his brother filled out such clothing items, that he thought only a girl should wear in this situation. He was about to protest, for fear of seeing Ludwig ferociously pinning his brother down, but the guy simply continued to wash the car with a faint blush on his face.
"Luddy, time for a shower!" Feliciano chimed, using the water hose and spraying towards Ludwig as he looked up from washing the rims.
"Feliciano, we're washing the car, not ourselves!" Ludwig complained, shaking the water from his wet hair.
"But, it's much more fun this way!" he laughed, spraying more water into the air.
Lovino continued to watch, unamused at the scene before him. Ludwig playfully chased Feliciano around the car, as they continued to have a stupid little water fight and laughed the entire time. It looked like a corny scene out of some ridiculously dirty movie. Ludwig's soaked shirt outlined his 'disgusting' abs and chest, and Lovino concluded that he didn't look like as much of a bastard with his hair down. On the other hand, Feliciano looked way too sensual, soaked in those small pair of shorts and that loosely fitting shirt that slid down from one of his shoulders, revealing his bare skin.
He was starting to feel sick to his stomach from watching the two love birds act so childishly, so he was glad when his phone rang.
"What is it, bastard? As if you don't call me enough as it is," he said.
"Hey, Lovi. Come to my place! I'll see you when you get here," Antonio said, about to hang up.
"Wait! Why the hell should I? It's sunset, and we're going to start making dinner once these two idiots stop screwing around like fucking ballerinas," Lovino snarled, angrily glaring towards the hideous couple that finally went back to properly washing his car. About time, too!
"It's an emergency, just come! Please?"
"Your house is so fucking far away! A thirty-minute drive isn't what I need right now," he complained, staring out into the beautiful sunset.
"But, I need you! I promise you won't regret it," Antonio said, continuing to plead.
How could he say no when the idiot was practically begging for his presence? Lovino loved the feeling of being needed.
"This better not be a waste of my damn time." Lovino hung up the phone and sighed.
After warning that bastard, Ludwig, not to do anything to Feliciano while he was out (or else he'd do something unspeakably horrible to him), Lovino hopped into his car once they'd finished drying it off and headed for the road leading out to Antonio's place. This 30 minute waste of the gas in his car had better not be for nothing, or else Antonio would surely meet his doom once Lovino had arrived.
However, when he actually did arrive, he was quite surprised to see two familiar cars already parked outside of the Spanish home. Lovino marched up to the door and furiously knocked, pushing the doorbell as if he was having a spaz attack. Finally, Antonio answered and smiled at him, puling him inside by the arm.
"What did you want, fucker? This had better be good because I left the potato lover and my brother all alone at my house!" he yelled, puffing out his red cheeks in a big fit.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But, this is very good! Follow me," Antonio said, quickly walking into the living room.
Lovino sighed and followed after, if this little 'emergency' was anything less than a couple of dead aliens in the guy's house, then he was going to kill him. When they got to the living room, he was actually surprised to see the faces of his other two good friends. They didn't seem surprised to see him, though.
"Lovi," Gilbert said, smiling and patting the seat next to him on the couch. Lovino shrugged and obeyed, but only because he felt like it, and because that was the only seat left! Not because it was Gilbert who he'd be able to sit next to. Definitely not that reason.
"Now that our cute Italian is here, what'd you call us for, Tonio?" Francis asked, ignoring the evil glare Lovino sent his way.
"Right! So, I was thinking about how we haven't hung out in a while, the four of us as a group. That fact made me feel really sad because I love you guys a lot!" Antonio confessed.
Lovino tried to keep his stomach from barfing, Gilbert tried to hold in the laughter from that embarrassing statement, and Francis smiled in agreement as he thought to himself about the fact that he's irresistible.
"We already know that, and I agree. We really should hang out more," Francis said.
"I've been busy lately. And a lot has been going on between Liz and I, so I guess I'm sorry for not sharing my awesome self with you all," Gilbert said, apologetically bowing his head. Lovino wanted to smack him.
"You don't have to be sorry! I've been a little busy, too. In fact-"
"Just get to the fucking point!" Lovino yelled, cutting Antonio off.
"Oh, right! So, I think it only makes sense that we should just hang out tonight, like right now!" he finished, smiling brightly.
The other three stared at him for a few seconds as they quietly thought to themselves. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea after all.
"You mean like a guys' night?" Gilbert asked.
"Yup, exactly like that!"
"What the hell are we going to do, play hide-and-seek?" Lovino snorted.
"Forget that children's game. With the four of us, we could play an adult game instead. You know?" Francis winked, as he had somehow appeared right in front of Lovino. He playfully inched a couple fingers down the front of Lovino's shirt.
"What the fuck? Hell no!" Lovino blushed deeply and quickly swatted Francis' hand away.
"What? There are many videos games that aren't for children because of the gore. Did you think I meant something else? Oh, you pervert!" Francis teased, knowing exactly that he set it up so Lovino would think otherwise.
"Haha, I see what you did there. Good one, Francis!" Gilbert chuckled.
"Screw you guys, I don't have time for this." Lovino stood up from the couch and walked out of the room. Before he could make it to the front door to leave this stupid place, Gilbert grabbed his wrist and swung him back into the room.
"Aw, c'mon Lovi. We're just messing with you! It'll be fun, whatever the hell Toni has planned," he said, smirking and patting Lovino's head.
"Tch. Whatever, I guess I'll stay to see what type of idiocy will be initiated," Lovino blushed.
"Actually, I didn't have anything planned. I just thought we'd talk and maybe watch TV or something," Antonio said.
They all gave him an angry, yet disappointing glare. Had he seriously just invited them all the way out to his house just to sit and do nothing? Yup, that sounded exactly like something he'd do. Before Lovino could flip out again, Francis spoke up first.
"As if we'd do just that. Where's your wine? I heard you had a delectable brand," he said, getting up and looking around the rooms until he came across the cupboard in the dining room. With Antonio's permission, he pulled out one of the heavy bottles and sat it on the table as everyone else joined around.
"I'll get the glasses!" Antonio said, running into the kitchen as Francis carefully opened the beautiful bottle of Spanish red wine.
"Great, look at us! Drinking wine for fun, without any chicks, like a bunch of lonely bastards," Lovino scoffed.
"Hey, at least it's something, right?" Gilbert said, as Antonio handed each of them a glass.
Francis poured each of them a full glass of the beverage.
"It's good, you've never given me this one before," Lovino said, drinking more of the delicious substance.
"Ah, yeah. It's my favorite bottle and it's really expensive. But, this is a perfect time to share it, with my best friends!" he smiled.
They silently drank the wine, engulfed in its irresistible flavor. This wasn't so bad, Lovino thought. He had secretly been wanting to hang out with his three friends as a group for a while now, since they hadn't for a long time. Adult life seemed to be all about doing serious things, like work, then managing time and money. They couldn't lounge around like they used to, and life was starting to get boring as they slowly began to drift apart. In the midst of Lovino's thoughts, he almost didn't register the sudden awkward question Francis asked.
"So, how's everyone's sex life?"
Lovino almost choked on the wine while Gilbert nearly spit his out all over the table. Antonio just blushed and stared, pretty shocked.
"What the hell kind of question is that? It's none of your damn business!" Lovino yelled, blushing deeply at the thought.
"What? We're all best friends and I'm pretty sure I've seen each of you naked at least once. So, I guess it isn't going well for you guys?" Francis smirked. It was obviously going well for him, he might as well refer to himself as the Sex God.
"Hey, I never said it wasn't going well! I was just surprised at the question," Gilbert said, silently sipping a bit of the wine and looking off in another direction.
"What about you, Tonio?" Francis asked, looking towards the silent guy.
"Well.. you know. Average?" Antonio answered. He didn't really know what to say to the question. He didn't have a partner, but he knew so many people it was almost ridiculous. Too bad his oblivious nature stopped him from catching onto the fact that a lot of those people had their eyes on him. He'd even slept with a few people, not at the same time of course. When his dates started fondling all over him, he didn't really even try to stop them.
"I guess I'll settle with that answer. How about you, Gilly? Lizzy succumb to your awesomeness?" Francis chuckled, since he knew all along that the frustrated couple hadn't done it together in months.
"Fuck you, Francis. I can get some any time I want," Gilbert snorted. He began to feel really awkward now. Maybe it was because he actually couldn't get it any time he wanted, and the fact that Lovino was standing right next to him sent shivers down his spine.
"Sure, sure. You can get it any time you wanted… with your hand," Francis continued to tease.
"This is fucking stupid! I mean, seriously. I know we're guys, but do we have to talk about this?" Lovino butted in, very irritated as he then glared at Francis. "And you! You're the most stereotypical male I know, you sick fuck."
"Calm down, Lovi! We don't have to talk about this, we'll talk about anything you want," Antonio said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Hold on, Tonio. I haven't had the chance to ask our little emotional friend here. So, Lovi! My sweet, dear Lovino. I know you don't have a partner."
"So, what of it, Frenchie?" Lovino growled.
"So, when's the last time you had sex? Must have been ages ago, right? Like, the ice age!"
Both Lovino and Gilbert's faces brightly lit up from that absurd question. Lovino practically froze while Gilbert nervously fidgeted around, looking up at the ceiling and over towards the walls surrounding them. This was unfolding into a nightmare.
"Shut up, b-bastard! You don't know shit!" Lovino finally yelled, his face a dark shade of red.
"Oh, so I'm wrong? Then shoot, I'd love to hear about it," Francis gasped, raising his eyebrows in interest.
Lovino stuttered for a few seconds and tried his best not to look towards Gilbert. His eyes quivered in their sockets and he almost felt like crying.
"Francis. Seriously, shut the fuck up," Gilbert grumbled through his embarrassment.
"How boring. You guys used to always tell secrets and now you won't even give me a little hint?" Francis sighed, then sat down to find something else for entertainment.
"There aren't any damn secrets to tell!" Lovino yelled, then before he knew it, he was dashing out of the room and locking himself in the downstairs bathroom.
"You pick on him way too much, what did I tell you about that? You take your jokes too far and this is what happens. You know how sensitive he can be," Antonio frowned, as he began to lecture Francis.
"You tell 'em, Toni. I'm going to check on Lovi," Gilbert chuckled uneasily and went in the direction that Lovino had fled to.
Lovino let out a long sigh and stared into the big mirror of this beautiful bathroom. His face was unimaginably red and small tears rested on the corner of his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and gently smacked his cheeks a little. Get yourself together, he thought. There was no reason for him to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. He had felt so flustered from those awkward questions, but even more than usual. Whenever Francis had been so nosy and perverted before, Lovino would ignore him. But, something about the subject really caused him to panic this time. Maybe it was the fact that the last person he did sleep with was -
"Lovi? You in there?" Gilbert asked, suddenly knocking on the door and interrupting Lovino's thoughts.
Lovino's heart instantly began racing even faster than it was already. He nervously gulped before answering.
"I-I'm not here, so go away," he quietly answered, and trying to make his voice sound as clear as possible.
"That's really convincing. Well, I guess I'll just talk to the ghostly voice on the other side of this door," Gilbert shrugged and leaned against the door. "Look, don't listen to the shit that Francis says, alright? You know how he is, so don't worry about it."
"Even if he is a stupid, perverted bastard, that doesn't give him the right to say such things!"
"I'm not saying it does give him the right to act like an ass. But, hey, we all act like that sometimes."
"Yeah, especially you." Lovino silently laughed to himself.
"Yeah, yeah. Especially me… and besides, he doesn't know about our incident, so it's not like he could possibly have known how sensitive the subject would be." Gilbert scratched his head and blushed as he recalled their drunken accident that happened almost a month ago now.
"I guess that's true… too bad it'll never happen again," Lovino mumbled to himself.
"Hm?"
"Nothing." Lovino finally opened the door and revealed his red pouting face.
"Hey, you actually were in there! Where'd the awesome ghost run off to?" Gilbert teased, as he wrapped his arm around Lovino's shoulder.
"Shut up, delusional bastard," Lovino snorted, as he welcomed the warm arm around him and they walked back into the previous room.
Francis looked up as they entered the room again and Antonio finally stopped lecturing him. He smiled apologetically towards Lovino and waved.
"Hey, sorry about that, Lovi. I didn't know you were so asexual and-"
"Whatever, just forget about it. So, when are we going to have some real fun? I didn't come here for nothing."
"Oh, I know! Shit, why didn't I think of this earlier? We should go clubbing!" Gilbert suggested, excitedly flailing his arms around like an idiot.
"You mean like, club hopping?" Antonio asked.
"No, we'll just go to one. And that club just so happens to be the one Francis is the manager of!"
Francis quickly shook his head in disapproval. "I'm off work tonight, it'd be a waste of my time to show up when I'm supposed to be at home making love to multiple candidates."
"No one cares, we're going to the club! C'mon, you have no choice and this is your punishment for making Lovi upset. Besides, your club is like the most awesome one in town, man!" Gilbert said, grabbing the guy's car keys.
"Well, I thank you for that compliment. But, I'm driving my car," Francis grinned, snatching the keys away as the other three supposed they should follow along.
They drove off of the property and back into the main city. Francis had to tell them to shut their mouths a few times so he wouldn't wreck, since they continued to excitedly yell. Lovino almost couldn't believe how much fun he was having, and all he was doing was riding in car, sitting in the backseat next to Gilbert. Antonio turned on the radio and they couldn't help but dance goofily in their seats and sing along to the fast paced music. It was great to have fun together just like they were used to doing.
They cruised down the illuminated nighttime street of the busy city. It seemed that many people had the same plan as they had, because so many cars were out and about, it was as if everyone was going to a big party. Francis, being his usual self, honked the car horn at a couple of 'delicious' women walking along the sidewalk. Too bad traffic was moving along fine, or else he would have stopped in the middle of the street and quickly given out his phone number. Or as he liked to call it, his 'sexy hotline'.
"Francis, stop honking at Antonio's mom and sister!" Gilbert teased. Everyone in the car started laughing hysterically as Antonio sat there, confused.
"What? That's not my mom. And, I don't have a sister," he said, looking to the backseat and feeling clueless.
"Never mind, damn. You don't get it," Gilbert sighed and crossed his arms. Damn that Spaniard for being so oblivious, he just missed the most awesome joke of the century, Gilbert thought to himself.
When they finally arrived at the club, they got in quickly and of free access, since Francis was the manager, of course. It was already loud as hell as they made their way down into the main room, filled with people from corner to corner. Gilbert was right, this club probably was the most popular one in the big city. And ever since Francis had become manager, the place was even more livelier and filled with people who were just as bad as him or even worse. Well, perverts befriend other perverts, Lovino concluded.
"I fucking love this place!" Gilbert exclaimed, dragging Lovino to the bar with him. Even though he was excitedly yelling the entire time, Lovino could hardly hear a word he was saying since his ears were filled with the sound of the rave music in the background.
Francis immediately went to mingle with a few wild looking women on the dance floor, he disappeared soon after that. Lovino looked around to see Antonio offering to buy drinks for a few beautiful women sitting at the bar as well. Whatever charm he had hidden up his sleeve was obviously working to some extent. Lovino would have done the same with his 'badass charisma' and ability to make any woman fall head over heels for him, but he decided to keep to himself since he wasn't in the mood.
"Lovi, drink up!" Gilbert said, as he handed a random alcoholic beverage to Lovino.
"Why don't you go dance or something?" Lovino asked, as he gulped down the drink in only a second.
"Nah, not right now. I just want to have a couple free drinks, courtesy of Francis. Then there's also the fact that my awesome dancing might attract all the females, and I'd get raped right there on the dance floor," Gilbert bragged, his conceited nature and insane imagination wandering all over the place.
"Not that I'd mind it, but Liz definitely would," he chuckled.
"Yeah, whatever," Lovino said, rolling his eyes and gargling down another shot.
"And, I need to stay here with you to make sure you don't do anything stupid. With your depression and shitty attitude, you might end up naked and in the back of some dude's minivan, lying there tied up in the trunk. Can't let that happen."
"I'm not depressed, fucker! I'm as happy as can be," Lovino snarled, demanding another drink from the bartender, and this time it was much stronger.
"Yeah, you've just been wearing that scowl on your face the entire time we've been here. And now you're drinking until you pass out? That means you're the happiest guy in the world," Gilbert sarcastically remarked, taking another drink himself.
"It's just that, being here reminds me of how much I hate crowds and loud ass music," he said, turning around to stare at the glob of people on the dance floor, pretty much grinding up against one another.
"You need to socialize! There are plenty of nice targets here. See? Francis is practically dry humping those chicks over there, and even Antonio has a group of ladies around him. And me-"
"And you?" Lovino couldn't wait to hear what ridiculous thing he had to say about himself.
"Well, I'm taken. But, I can see everyone here is just too intimated because, well, I'm just that awesome," he laughed obnoxiously.
"You wish. I'm the one that everyone's intimidated by, and I simply choose not to associate myself with these wild bastards. I am a proud, civilized Italian and we show much more class than this debauchery," Lovino scoffed, gulping down yet another shot of the very strong liquor.
"You seriously just need to loosen up a bit, I can show you how," Gilbert smirked, gently massaging Lovino's tense shoulders.
"What the hell do you mean?" Lovino blushed, as Gilbert leaned in closer. He could slightly feel the warmness of Gilbert's breath tingling against his ear and sending shivers down his spine.
"I mean, I'll hook you up and you'll be having an awesome experience in no time," he whispered, then laughed and walked up to a nearby group of women.
Lovino couldn't hear what he was saying with them, but he could tell by the way Gilbert continued to point back at him. The idiot was trying to convince the women to go over there and talk to him as if he was some lonely, desperate puppy. Lovino's frown deepened and he turned his head back to the bar, not caring if they'd actually come over or not. In fact, he couldn't even remember what happened after that because he quickly chugged down more drinks than he could ever handle.
"That stupid bastard, trying to hook me up with some stranger… can't you see that the one I want is you?"
After many more drinks and almost passing out, Lovino found a random seat in the place and plopped down into it. He didn't know how long they'd been there and he really didn't care. It might have only been a couple hours, but soon he realized that Antonio and Gilbert were helping him walk back and outside to the car, then shoving him into the backseat. He whined and complained about how he had wanted to stay and learn to become a DJ. Basically, he was drunker than an Irish man on St. Patrick's Day.
"If he pukes in my car, you're going to pay for the cleaning, Gilbert," Francis warned, as he quickly made his way to Lovino's house to avoid that horrible scenario.
"What? How the hell would it be my fault?"
"You let him get dead drunk. It wouldn't be a surprise if he gets alcohol poisoning," Antonio frowned, shaking his head.
"He's not a damn baby and I'm not his guardian. Before I knew it, he was already like this. If anything, I was doing him a favor by hanging out with him since you guys ditched and went straight for the pussy," Gilbert grumbled. And well, that was the end of that argument since he'd clearly won.
Francis sighed with relief when they arrived in front of Lovino's house without any vile accidents. Gilbert helped him out of the car and practically had to drag him to the front door.
"Hurry up, Gil. We need to get back to Tonio's and then you can pick up your car. I guess Lovi can get his tomorrow, somehow. Well, later today since it's way past midnight," Francis called out.
"I've got this. I'll be out really soon, just need to tuck the drunken princess into bed," Gilbert chuckled. "Lovi, where's your key? Looks like Feli isn't home."
"They're in.. my damn pocket, idiot," Lovino mumbled. He felt as if the world was spinning out of control.
"Got it!" Gilbert quickly unlocked the door and dragged Lovino inside. Escorting him up the stairs was a little challenge, since Lovino continued to wobble, but they eventually made it to the bedroom. He plopped Lovino down onto the bed and began to help him undress.
"Damn, you sure know how to party hard, Lovi. I have to admit, that's pretty awesome of you," Gilbert laughed, as he untied Lovino's shoes and pulled them off, tossing them to the side.
"Damn straight, I invented partying," Lovino chuckled exhaustedly.
"Yeah, you sure did."
Gilbert smiled to himself and moved up to unbutton Lovino's jeans. This was the chance of a life time, and it was probably never going to happen again, so he had to savor this moment as best he could. It obviously shouldn't have mattered to him, that he was finally able to undress Lovino again and this time be sober while doing it; but it did matter, a lot. Shameful it was, but also very satisfying. With that thought in mind, he continued.
He slowly unzipped them, and then positioned the tip of his fingers inside the lining of the pants at Lovino's waist. The usual smirk appeared on his face as he inched the jeans further down and along Lovino's thighs. He paused for a second when his fingers brushed against the soft skin, causing Lovino to giggle from the coldness. He realized that Lovino would probably break his neck if he ever remembered this moment, so he quickly pulled off the pants completely, then laid them on a nearby chair.
"Heeeey, Gilbert. Can we hang out tomorrow?" Lovino asked, as Gilbert began to undo the buttons on his shirt.
"Why, do you want to?"
"Of course I want to, silly. I always want to hang out with you, whenever and wherever," Lovino laughed, then randomly frowned again.
Lovino was surprisingly honest when he was drunk. He was honest and a little weird, but still very cute. He should get drunk more often, Gilbert thought. Then, maybe he'd be able to squeeze a few secrets out of him and hope that Lovino wouldn't remember it the next day.
"Sure, we can hang out. Well, we can try to hang out. I just might be busy all day tomorrow, I'm not sure yet," Gilbert said, as he helped Lovino sit up so that he could completely pull the rest of the shirt off.
"Nooo, you have to hang out with me, bastard! Or else! You suck, I hate you," Lovino whined, weakly kicking his feet into the air.
"I don't have to do anything, because I'm awesome. And, you don't mean that. You love me, don't ya?" Gilbert teased, poking Lovino in the forehead and causing him to tip back over onto the bed.
"I do."
Gilbert's eyes widened as a deep blush filled his face. Lovino must have drank way more than he imagined, if he actually just agreed to that. Man, I really hope he doesn't kick my ass the next time he sees me, Gilbert thought.
"W-Well, good luck with that killer hangover you're gonna wake up with," Gilbert chuckled, as he was about to walk out.
"Wait," Lovino said, grabbing his arm and forcefully pulling him down onto the bed. "Sleep here."
"I can't, Francis is waiting outside and I need to get home," he said, blushing as Lovino fondled his head.
"But, I want you," Lovino whispered.
Gilbert blinked a couple times and felt as if his nose was going to start bleeding any second now. Lovino was really making this hard for him, as if being in his presence wasn't enough. Now the drunkard had to go and say something like that. Gilbert was very weak when it came to temptation. He sighed and smirked, shaking his head.
"Damn, Lovi. You're seriously drunk as fuck," he said, letting his hand gently slide down Lovino's upper body. "That makes you so vulnerable."
Lovino only stared back into those deep red eyes; well he tried to. His world was still spinning from the excessive amount of alcohol he had taken in. Gilbert chuckled and gave him a flick to the forehead.
"You're lucky I'm not Francis. I would never take advantage of anyone, especially not you. Goodnight."
Lovino sadly watched as Gilbert quickly rose from the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs and exiting through the front door.
"Stupid, idiot, albino, German, potato-loving bastard. Damn it," Lovino cursed. "Get back here and fuck me!"
Lovino groaned as a wave of pain crashed into his stomach. All of a sudden, the horrible taste in the back of his throat grew worse and he knew what was coming next. He hurriedly darted into the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time to vomit up his mistakes, regrets, and humiliation.
The many hours later in which he awoken meant the beginning of hell. He wished he could have died from all the alcohol instead of suffering the pain of this massive hangover that was the size of a damn whale. Worst part was, he couldn't even remember most of the night before. But, he concluded that maybe he didn't want to.
A/N: Oh yeah that's sorta like my headcanon for Lovino. When he gets drunk, he's really honest. Maybe a little too honest... :D