A/N 1: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? EXTRA CHAPTER? LOL. This is actually a bonus chappie on what happened to Lovino and Mr. Carriedo after Arthur left in chapter three. Enjoy, mein lieblings. (:
PAIRINGS: SPAMANO.Not USUK.
Lovino's limbs shook just like every other day he was about to enter Spanish class. The twelfth grader took a deep breath and ignored the heat spreading across his face. This was the one class that he could forget about his younger brother and biased grandfather. He could forget the cruel, horrible world that always picked favorites. In here, he was the favorite. Mr. Carriedo always treated Lovino with respect, despite the cooing of how "cute" he apparently was. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the Italian absolutely loved the way Mr. Carriedo taught. The words rolled off his tongue in the most sensual way, and when he turned around to write on the blackboard, even that was erotic. The way his slacks hugged his Spanish ass in just the right way had Lovino squirming in his seat uncomfortably day after day.
Spanish wasn't exactly Lovino's forte, but when he was offered the choice of Spanish IV versus an elective that he didn't care for anyway, he didn't hesitate to pick the Spanish class. He couldn't remember life before the nonchalant, tan, sexy man strode into the room during freshman year. Almost immediately, Lovino was taken by the devilish smile and messy mop of hair. He wanted to run his fingers through it so badly –to smooth it down of course, since the idiot didn't know what a comb was.
He sighed and rested his head in his hand. Mr. Carriedo only spoke in Spanish so slowly, and the Italian continuously found himself dozing while being serenaded by the Spanish accent. He never actually fell asleep in class, since the man was so damn captivating, and he didn't want to miss one second of his presence.
Despite all these gay thoughts, Lovino just blubbered like a moron when Mr. Carriedo spoke to him. The Spanish man used to dote on him and poke his cheeks or pull on flyaway hairs despite Lovino's incoherent protests. He didn't want people to think he was a homo after all. But that all ended when Mr. Carriedo swept him up in a giant hug when he found out he was taking more Spanish classes. Lovino had been surprised in the least, and when the large arms embraced him and the heady scent of cologne and sweat filled his nostrils, his body had reacted. His manhood was pressed tight up against the leg of his Spanish teacher, and Lovino had let out a gasp. His cheeks flamed, and sweat gathered at the nape of his neck. The moment seemed to last forever as Mr. Carriedo's eyes slowly widened as realization hit him.
After that little incident, they had a silent mutual agreement to forget whatever that was. Lovino even debated on taking a study hall instead, but as soon as he saw the ass on the first day of school, the notion was swept away.
"Lovi," Mr. Carriedo called out, making sure to drawl out end of his name. His head snapped up, and he was dragged out of his reverie.
He mumbled out, "What?" while his eyes averted, and his cheeks flared with pink. He brought a hand up to fiddle with his hair as he was scrutinized.
"Mind staying after class? You still have a study hall next period, right? I'll e-mail your next teacher." He smiled brightly, not even paying attention to how corporeal his voice sounded while saying Lovino's name. He didn't wait for a response and dismissed the class early.
Lovino dropped his hands to his lap to hide how excited he was just to be alone with the Spaniard. God, he needed to get laid. The late night fantasizing just wasn't cutting it anymore.
"So, Lovi," Mr. Carriedo said sternly after hitting the Enter button to send the e-mail. "I've noticed your grades slipping a bit. You have been doing poorly on test and quizzes, and you don't really pay attention in class. Are you sure you want to continue taking Spanish IV?" he said, voice dripping concern and that heavenly accent.
Lovino didn't hear a word he said. He was too captivated by the sculpted lips forming accentuated words that hit right where it felt best. He squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable with how god damned tight his pants were. He stood up and walked to the door, making sure to shake his hips tauntingly. He began to shut the door when he was interrupted. "Lovi, what are you doing?"
The Italian turned back around to face Mr. Carriedo, door forgotten. His face was hot, as was the rest of his body. Lovino was sick of just watching him every day. He felt a desperate need to touch the man like never before. Mr. Carriedo stood up and chuckled nervously at the look Lovino was giving him. He rubbed the back of his head nervously.
Lovi had no idea how much his roseate face and swinging hips turned Antonio on. The cute, dazed look he always had in class was adorable, but the look he was getting now was something else altogether. He was a minor however, and a student at that. Hands off! Antonio could get into some serious- wait. Lovi's hands were on his chest. What was going on? His heart rate elevated and he looked around the room for any means of escape before he could succumb to his most secret covet.
"Aheheheheheh," he tittered. "Ehhh, Lovi?" he drawled. Lovi was so very close, and Antonio took a few steps back.
"Do you remember the first words you taught me?" Lovi suddenly asked. His voice was husky and his eyes glazed over. He advanced on Antonio again, and the Spaniard suddenly felt a pain on the back of his legs. He grunted and looked down to see that he had reversed straight into his desk. "You taught me besame," Lovino whispered into his ear. His face lingered to take in the scent of strawberry scented shampoo and to lick Antonio's earlobe.
A shiver went through Mr. Carriedo, and he gripped Lovi's arms. His mind was irresolute, but he managed to stutter out, "Lovi, I-I don't think this is such a good ide-."
"I can't help just sitting in this class anymore, with your damned back turned to me," Lovi continued to whisper, effectively cutting Antonio off. The Spaniard averted his eyes, so as not to be seduced by the hazel depths of Lovino's. "Stop looking away, dammit. I-I want a besame. I need one." He began to say Mr. Carriedo but corrected himself, "Antonio, kiss me."
Antonio made the mistake of looking into the lusty eyes of his student. They pleaded for pleasure, love, and release. He gave in with a small groan and finally made the descent to the novice of love-making. Their lips crashed together in a fervor of pent up lust and yearning. Lovi's inexperienced hands gripped Antonio's shoulders as he leaned on his tiptoes to diminish any possible space left between them. Mr. Carriedo pulled Lovi in a tight embrace, so as to leave none of the boy in the eyes of the world.
Despite being as excited as both of them were, they took things slowly. Antonio's large hands stroked up and down the spine of Lovino's back while he moved to lick and kiss down his jaw and neck. Lovi tipped his head back to let out a gasp and give Mr. Carriedo more room to work with. Lovi's entire body felt on fire and hypersensitive. His legs began to shake, and if not for the Spaniard, he would have crashed to the floor. He breathily told the teacher to move and just take him already –in more eloquent terms of course!
Antonio chuckled and slowly licked his way back up to Lovino's pink face. He took in all the beauty of the tanned Italian skin, dark brown pin-straight hair, and the one stray curl that always seemed to defy gravity. He huffed out and pulled Lovi up from sitting on the desk. Their hands intertwined, and Antonio led them out the door to a more sequestered place –Gilbert's "office." They practically ran down the halls with Lovino trailing behind out of breath.
Antonio stopped just outside a door that clearly read "Custodial Closet." He looked back to Lovi with his eyebrows raised and bottom lip pouting out, as if to say, "Is this place okay?" Lovino squeezed his hand as hard as he could, and a soft growl escaped his lips. He was getting very impatient, so the closet would have to do. Beaming brightly, Antonio knocked on the door and received no answer. The door was thrown open and the men were thrust into the darkened, cluttered room. Lovino attacked his neck with sloppy kisses from behind while Antonio looked for a reasonable surface to physically love the boy. The cluttered desk that resembled his own claimed his attention. Antonio gripped Lovino's hips and roughly sat him on the desk while shoving away empty soda cans, cigarette packs, and dirty magazines.
Their lips collided together again and clothes were gauchely discarded as the need became too great. Lovino's bare chest heaved as the Spaniard's hands wandered. He let out a groan when the warmth of the other body was removed. Antonio was frantically searching the drawers and came back successful with a jar of Vaseline and a small packet. He opened the makeshift lubrication and climbed back on the shivering body of his student.
Lovino, having made extensive research on the subject of homosexuals in the seclusion of his room late at night knew the next step wouldn't feel good at first, even before Mr. Carriedo warned him. Despite this, he parted his thighs shakily. He shut his eyes as tight as they would go, and Antonio disappeared from view. Lovino felt a probing and tried to relax his entire body. He let out a small whimper when the large fingers began moving and Antonio's hot mouth encased the head of his cock.
He bit his lips and tongue to stop from embarrassing himself with more moaning. Antonio moved with such ease and made the experience all the more worthwhile. He inserted the third and final finger slowly and waited for the boy to adjust. Silent tears escaped the corners of Lovi's eyes. Antonio rolled on the condom and quickly slicked up his shaft. He stopped and moved to plant a soft kiss to the Italian's forehead.
"Lovi, Lovi," he murmured. "Please don't cry. The pain will be over soon."
He sniffed and retorted, "I'm not crying, you bastard. I'm not as much of a sissy as my brother claims." Lovino looked away as his face became ever brighter. Antonio brushed a clean finger to his lover's red cheek and smiled mischievously.
"You'll be screaming in ecstasy by the time I'm done with you. Which means you are a sissy," he laughed. Lovino's rejoinder was lost as Antonio aligned their hips and slowly began pushing into the tightness. Lovino slapped a hand to his mouth to muffle a groan. He couldn't lie; it didn't feel good at all. All the forums and porno lied to him. It hurt, and he just wanted it to end. He gripped for anything around him as tears fell shamelessly. Antonio placed tender kisses to his face and stroked his body to soothe the pain. He was trying new angles, desperate to stop Lovino's discomfort.
Finally, Lovino let out a loud moan and the tears ceased. His eyes widened, and as Antonio thrust into the same spot Lovino threw his head back. A shrill cry echoed around the room as the smaller was thrown into a shower of bliss. Antonio paused to hook Lovino's legs over his shoulders. The momentum of their hips increased, and the world around them slipped away. They were consumed in each other and the pleasure it brought.
Lovino was first to release. His substance melded together with the sweat on their bodies. Antonio rode out his orgasm longer, and he let out a strong moan as he did. They lay together as the world fell back into place. This time it felt right and wonderful, and nothing could separate them. A comfortable silence embraced them before they had to face the reality of their situation.
A/N 2: */sigh\ Yeah. I'm embarrassed. Reviews are lovely, aren't they?
A/N 3: Make sure to check out the cover art that the wonderful Ophiiie did for this chapter on deviantart.