You trace the outline of your neck, the face in your reflection getting a little pink. Joao has completely marked you; you assume he did it on purpose for Antonio to see. You have absolutely no idea to erase these kinds of things. Now the lower of your neck has a violet neon blotch right in the middle.
You realize you didn't tell Joao that you want this plan to be a secret; you panic until you turn red all over. You thought that Joao wouldn't care if Antonio finds out, knowing his carefree personality. Maybe he even wants Antonio to know. This situation you must absolutely fix, but you decided to talk to him later, hopefully not in a terrible mood.
After taking a shower, you took out your crimson turtleneck shirt and tight pants, putting them on quickly. You make sure the mark is hidden well and unnoticeable, you wear your jacket just in case.
You go outside of the bathroom, Antonio giving a funny look at you.
"Are you cold?" he asks, and smiles curiously.
"Mm…How are you not cold?" you ask, avoiding contact to him.
Antonio just shrugs as he continues to read his book. You wanted to talk to him more and ask if he saw it, but he is too absorbed in his book. You sit down near the edge of his bed, looking at the window near the corner.
"So your brother…Is he always like that?" you start off awkwardly. Antonio looks at you, closes his book and you have completely grabbed his attention.
"No,no. He's not always like that. I mean I know he rarely frowns, but he always just shrugs his problems off like it didn't happen. He sometimes breaks stuff when he's angry and I always have to clean it up after. Why do you ask?" he sighs, resting his chin on his palm.
"Um…I don't know. Just curious I guess." You lie lamely.
Antonio sits up near you, giving you a good ruffle on your hair. He stands up and takes a towel from his closet, placing it on his shoulder. "Well, I guess it's my turn to take a shower now." You nod; your eyes following him until he goes in the bathroom.
You tried to sleep, but your eyes are keeping you wide awake. Joao can't escape through your mind, your body is forcing you to stand up and go to Joao to talk about the situation, but your mind is forcing you otherwise. After a few hours of thinking, you decided to sneak out of Antonio's room once again and visit Joao.
You think of walking there like last time, but Joao's face is fresh in your mind. Nervously, you tap the door twice as quiet as you can.
You jolt as the door opens in front of you. Joao steps in backwards as he let you inside. His mood is kind of different and you sighed in relief. You can't help but notice his room smells a hint of…alcohol?
"No waltzing in like you own the place, little boy?" he asks, closing the door behind you with a soft click.
"Not today, I guess." You say as you fiddle with your hands. Joao is still dressed like he was when we went to the museum. He's wearing a green collar shirt that popped up around his neck, and black tight jeans. He looks so good to you; you are embarrassingly attracted to him and that you wonder if you should be worried. Joao is classically handsome and attractive, and compared to you you can't help but feel all derpy and a scrawny teen you are in a turtleneck and tight pants. You guess Joao didn't see you as that, the curve of his smile is almost fond.
"What's this? You cold?" he asks as he tugs your turtleneck.
"Ah." You start, getting tugged forward near him. Joao is in such an easy mood that it's getting distracting. "Its uh, it's just um." You reach up and pull down your turtleneck, tilting your head back to show Joao what you're hiding. You watch his face for his reaction, but to your surprise, he just snorts and laughs.
"I don't think its very funny." you protest, cheeks pink. He quirks an brow.
"Oh it's funny." he answers, leaning back on his chair.
"But what if Antonio saw? You know he'd freak out and ask all these ridiculous questions! How am i supposed to answer them? I know he'll find out sooner but he absolutely cannot find out that we..."
"That we what?" Joao prompts, crossing his arms over his chest, using his smile again to distract you. Your face is burning bright red right now.
"You know!" you say, refusing to play along. "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Hmm. I knew you'd hide it. Everyone goes through learning to hide it. And besides, I thought you maybe you'd like it."
You turn your eyes and sigh dramatically, refusing to respond.
"Well…we should be more careful. What would I have said—"you trail of as your eyes locked on to something else. Joao picks up something and it grabbed your interest.
"You want some?" he asks as he hands you a bottle of a peculiar looking wine. You raise a brow, and decline his offer almost instantly.
"I'm sorry…I..ah...don't drink."
"Suit yourself." He says as he opens the bottle. He takes out a cup and pours half amount of the wine in to his cup.
You watch him drink as you sit on the edge of his bed. You think this was a bad idea, catching him drink at a time like this.
A few minutes and 2 bottles of wine later, Joao pokes you with a half empty cup of wine. His eyes are half lidded and he's still smiling, despite of what happened earlier. You wanted to decline, but Joao keeps poking you with it until you take it. You sigh in defeat and take the cup nervously. The cup smelled strong; you wonder if this is different than the one he had earlier. You take a small sip, both of your eyes are completely shut.
"How is it?" Joao asks, leaning his head on his desk.
To your surprise, the wine actually tastes good. You have never tasted anything like it, and the sensation in your mouth begs for more.
"Its…good."
You finished the cup already; you take a bottle on his desk and poured some more. The tingling sensation you feel right now is stunning, you feel your head as light as a pillow.
After finishing your fifth cup, you feel like you're going to pass out. You stay awake because Joao is still observing you intently on his desk. You switch your eyes and looked at the clock at the side of the room. You can't seem to tell what time it is, the clock keeps moving from one side to another. You are definitely drunk, you thought. You have a feeling the bottle he gave you wasn't wine at all.
Joao joins you and made you sit on his lap, gently holding you like a baby. Your head feels so light, you can't even think straight. You let yourself lean on Joao's chest, his arms locking your body like you're his doll. You twitch your head upwards and began to watch his adam's apple bob, mesmerizing you. Without thinking, you lean forward and press a kiss just under his jaw, then let your head fall to his chest again. You feel so warm and sleepy and light headed.
Joao looks surprised, from what you can tell. As soon as the thought strikes you, you sit up until your standing on your knees, keeping the same height as him. You look at his face with a certain desire, and he is looking at you hard as well. you fiddle with his hair and curled it some more.
"Your eyes are green, after all. It was kind of hard to tell, since last time the room was pretty dark. They're darker than Antonio's though, it's pretty." You babble, and your voice seems too loud to you. You hope you're not talking really loud.
Joao doesn't say anything, he just moves in towards you and you close your eyes and tilt your face up expectantly. He puts his hand on your cheek and covers your mouth with his own. You taste the strange flavour of alcohol in his kiss and you breathe in a spicy, rich scent of his cologne. Everything about him is so strange yet demanding, and you revel to that.
Joao slips his hand to your stomach, his bare fingertips teasing over one nipple and making you gasp into his mouth. He uses that opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips to explore, and you feel your face growing hot. It's embarrassing how you get so hard easily; you could almost feel your erection pressing up against the fabric of your pants. He pulls out from the kiss, and you take your time to catch your breath and think for a moment. He lets a finger press in your mouth, and you open as he slips it inside, you close your lips around it instinctively and sucking. Joao leans down on your shoulder and breathes heavily on your ear.
"God…Lovi," he growls. "wanna fuck you so bad."
Your face flames red to hear such filthiness, your heart skip a beat. You let him take off your clothes, exposing your upper body completely. You lean on Joao as he continues to kiss you on your neck intensely; the time ticking on the clock didn't bother you both as much.
After a few hours, you sit up from the bed, not knowing where you are. Your head feels so foggy and aching, you already have forgotten how many cups you've drank last night. You check the time, and it was already 6am. "Fuck!" you cuss in a low voice, gently crawling out from the bed. You modestly put back your shirt on and fixed your hair. You put your attention back to Joao who was sleeping soundly on his bed, unaware of you not being on his side.
Standing there, you wonder what things would be like tomorrow when you won't be staying in the same house anymore. Will you even be able to see him at all? You're not even sure how to let him know you want to.
Quietly, you walk to his desk full of liquor when you found something that gives you an idea. Joao's phone is placed near his pencils and art stuff, you sneak and look over your shoulder and then pick it up. You slid your thumb on the unlock screen and went to his contact list, you type in your number and saving it as "little boy."
You slip out of his room quietly; the hallway is a bit dim as the sun is still rising. You notice a room on the right corner of the hallway is wide open, and you can't help but feel the urge to check if someone's awake already, but you let yourself dash quietly to Antonio's door, wishing that he's not awake.
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A/N: I tried not to make the scene intense and all. Im not even sure if i should end this as spamano or portano, i'll just see what i can write.
EDIT 2: I stated at the first chapter that i would add more pairings in the future chapters. But instead i'll focus on Spamano and Portano more. You guys only came for Portugal and Spain, right? haha
I'll try not to throw in any more pairings in this fic. Since there's going to be a school scene, maybe i'll hint them?
I dont write action and i dont see Portugal and Spain as enemies. They're good bros ok
and also i apologize for any errors.
Once again, expect the next chapter to be a little late. my teacher decided to throw us a lot of homework needed to be done before march break, so...
And lastly, Reviews are loved! don't flame tho because i tend to get sad over small stuffs.