Agh! Sorry this is two days late, guys. ): I had school stuff, as usual, but I really wanted to make this chapter special, since it's technically the last (I am going to write a short epilogue, but no sexy tiems in that.) I didn't want to rush it, ya know?
But anyway, wow! I can't believe it's almost done. Two years in the making! I don't wanna say too much now, because I'm gonna say all my thank yous in the video, mentioning some reviewers by name who I've seen a lot of. (:
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Anyway, smut ahead, so beware ;)
Lovino sighed into the kiss, his breath quivering slightly as he felt Antonio's warm hand slide from his neck to his shoulder, and then down his arm. Trembling as heat overcame his senses; he dropped his hand and moved closer, and promptly landed his palm on a less damaging, but still pricking piece of glass, and cried out into the other's mouth, pulling away out of instinct. He blushed as he realized what he had done, looking down at the floor, and then shyly back up at Antonio.
Antonio's eyes were wide as realization seemed to sink into them, panic seeping into his features.
"Oh. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, Lovino…that was," he scrambled to get to his feet, slipping slightly in his haste on the shards and holding onto the counter for support. "Entirely, en-entirely inappropriate of me. I don't—I'm sorry."
Lovino felt his heart sink in his chest, struggling to get to his feet as well; he firmly braced one of Antonio's arms in his hand, and stared unwaveringly at the elder. He had gotten this far, and he sure as well wasn't going to just let the man of his dreams get away.
"No…No, Antonio, it really wasn't," he started, his voice remaining resolute although fear wracked his frame. "I wanted it. I…still do. And…I think, if it's not too assuming of me to say it…you want it too."
Antonio's eyes flashed bright with the same emotion Lovino had seen before, but it quickly faded, as the older of the two covered his eyes with his hand, his expression weary as he spoke.
"Lovino, you are a wonderful young man…and…you've got so much going for you, and I understand, I do! I'm kind to you, and you feel a lot of gratitude towards me. But that's it; it's not even a crush. I'd be—I was taking advantage of you, and I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me."
Antonio looked utterly miserable, the bags beneath his eyes—caused by caring so lovingly for Lovino over the past week—were suddenly much too prominent, and Lovino felt a pang of guilt that washed over the frustration of Antonio's complete misunderstanding.
"Antonio, that's not—" he started, but Antonio cut him off again, this time with a small hint of anger directed towards Lovino, for perhaps the first time since he'd stayed there.
"Lovino, stop it! I am…too old for you. And I know, being a teenager, you have…urges. But you may regret just taking them out on me when you feel no romantic connection whatsoever!"
Slap.
Antonio's mouth opened in a wide 'o' after Lovino's palm made contact with his left cheek.
Silence reigned supreme in the short second of shock that followed; Lovino doubted that either of them could've seen that coming. The immediate confusion in Antonio's eyes, however, was what awoke the rage inside of Lovino.
"You couldn't possibly know what I want," Lovino whispered, livid. "I have been through enough shit to know the difference between urges and what it means to want someone with all of your being, Antonio. As you may remember, I've been practically whoring myself out over the past couple years."
Antonio cringed, but continued to listen, his indignation from being slapped setting in as his lips formed into a tight line.
"Don't patronize me. Don't speak to me like you could possibly know what I want. You're the one…who-" Lovino paused, his eyes squeezing shut in absolute rage and anguish as he attempted to calm himself. "The one who was too oblivious to notice that I've been in love with you since fucking middle school!"
Antonio's jaw dropped for the second time, his deep green eyes shining with such a vast mix of emotions that Lovino could barely pick out any of them. Slowly, calculatingly, Antonio's mouth closed, and his eyes fell to the side, and then returned back to Lovino's, looking unsure, unbelieving.
"You…" he began, biting his lip. "So it was…the one you were talking about...Oh…oh my God. This…you mean….this is all my fault!"
Lovino looked down, but did not deny the statement.
"Oh Lovi…" Antonio's head fell, hanging low about his shoulders. "I'm-I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I'm so sorry this-"
"I don't want your pity!" Lovino cut him off, his eyes burning bright with emotion. "That is not what I want."
Antonio chewed on the inside of his cheek, clearly thinking out his response. His cheeks seemed a bit colored.
"U-Um…But, I'm…not interested?"
It was the lamest response Lovino could've gotten.
"Bullshit," he said plainly, finally moving from his defensive position behind the counter and closer to Antonio, although his eyes shone slightly with hesitance. "You…you may not have initiated it, but you sure as hell didn't seem too bothered when I kissed you. You kissed back."
Antonio swallowed and turned his head.
Fuming, Lovino took the last few steps forward and grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing the other to look into his face.
"Don't tell me…don't tell me you felt nothing at all."
Despite his hostility, Lovino's voice came out weak and unsure. He was laying the intense feelings he had had for years on the line now.
Antonio sighed, and to Lovino's surprise, the breath came out of his mouth in a broken quiver. Lovino loosened his hold on Antonio's jaw, changing it to a tender embrace of his cheek.
"I…that's what I'm afraid of. Lovino…" Antonio took another deep breath. "Ever since…Ever since the last time I stayed at your house, I've—I've felt an attraction to you. I tried to deny it to myself. I tried so hard to tell myself it was wrong."
Lovino's heart pounded in his chest. Could this be real? Could this actually be real?
"Why?" he demanded of the other, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration. "Why the hell would you tell yourself that? Weren't you always telling me that it's okay to be gay? That I should love whoever I want?"
"Yes!" Antonio hissed, beginning to raise his voice in desperation. "I know what I said! But this isn't a normal situation, Lovino! For God's sake—I was your babysitter! Having feelings for you…it just, it feels so wrong!"
"FOUR FUCKING YEARS AGO!" Lovino shouted, coming nose to nose with Antonio, breathing heavily.
Antonio stood still, obviously shocked at the outburst. Lovino closed his eyes slightly, willing himself to calm down before he continued.
"I am not a child, Antonio. I am seventeen years old, and you are not that much older than me. I understand that it may be strange because you once looked after me as a child, but neither of us are children anymore. Besides, I always had the impression that you thought of me as an equal. Was I wrong?"
"Of course not!" Antonio replied quietly, his eyes swimming with compassion. "I always did."
"Well, good. So give me one reason why we can't be together, Antonio," Lovino said quietly, staring into the other's eyes.
Lovino wasn't sure how long the silence lasted between the two as they simply stood there, Antonio with his back pressed against the counter, Lovino cornering him, with the sunlight streaming in through the windows and illuminating the glittering shards on the ground, and warming their backs.
And finally, Antonio spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as his lips brushed Lovino's.
"I can't."
And before Lovino could exclaim or even smile in triumph, Antonio's lips crashed messily against his, his hands trailing down his sides. Lovino felt his breath stutter, but kissed back fiercely, running a hand through Antonio's thick, dark curls and tugging. Antonio groaned in response, a deep, primal sound that made Lovino feel a bit lightheaded as a wave of heat washed over his body.
Antonio's hands finally reached his hips, and with a light squeeze, he suddenly spun them both around, reversing their position so that Lovino's back was against the counter. Lovino gasped slightly, finding his bearings again and sliding his hands low on Antonio's back, feeling the delicious heat radiating from the Spaniard's skin, even through his shirt.
The kiss was getting increasingly messy, and Antonio's lips trailed hungrily over his jaw, and then up and down his neck in a loving, ferocious pattern.
Lovino's head fell back and he moaned airily, his fingers digging into Antonio's back as he pulled the other's heat closer. Antonio's lips closed over a particularly sensitive spot in this junction between his neck and shoulder, and he cried out lightly as the older of the two sucked a hickey into the skin.
Antonio's hands fell dangerously low on his stomach then, making butterflies—and another familiar feeling—dance around his stomach, and Antonio slid them up toward Lovino's chest, taking the soft cotton up with them.
Antonio stood back to observe Lovino, taking in the slightly flushed cheeks, the stretched out shirt that had fallen off his shoulder, covered in hickeys, and the olive-toned expanse of stomach. Smiling hungrily, he grabbed Lovino's ass, unexpectedly, and hiked the other up so that he was sitting on the counter. Lovino let out an indignant yelp at being manhandled, but was cut off as Antonio returned promptly to ravaging his neck, sliding his hands farther and farther up Lovino's bare chest under his shirt, leaving a searing trail of lust and heat behind.
Lovino moaned, struggling to get his arms around himself and pull his shirt off. He heard Antonio chuckle at his hasty actions and blushed, his brow knitting, but he quickly relaxed as he felt Antonio's hands slide up his naked chest and sides, arching his back into the touch. He squeezed his thighs tightly around Antonio's hips, and slid his hands down to cover his ass, pushing the other closer so that the front of their pants brushed together.
Lovino froze, biting his lip as his neck stiffened in pleasure. It was honestly ridiculous. He had done so much more with other people, but with Antonio he could feel everything; every little touch and kiss sent a spike of heat and wanton desire straight down between his legs.
He looked back up at Antonio as he felt warm fingers brush his face—and found himself blushing; Antonio's pupils were dilated with lust, and a very thin sheen of sweat shone on his forehead. Still, his eyes seemed to ask permission, which Lovino found hilarious, seeing as he couldn't think of anything more he wanted at the moment than to be ravaged by this gorgeous man.
Lovino smiled in affirmation, trailing his index finger up Antonio's spine. He wore a satisfied smirk when he felt the other tremble underneath his touch.
That smirk was quickly wiped off, however, as he felt Antonio's palm flatten against the front of his jeans, applying pressure to his quickly growing erection.
Moaning unabashedly, he jerked his hips up into the hand, throwing his head back without any reservations, tossing it side to side as Antonio began to rub at the bulge.
"Oh-Oh God, Antonio. F-fuck," Lovino whined, dragging his blunt fingernails down Antonio's back.
Frustrated, he began to pull at the other's shirt, trying desperately to rip it off even as he was assaulted by pleasure in his lower half. Antonio laughed a bit breathlessly, pulling back briefly to pull the shirt over his head. Lovino missed the loss of heat, but was certainly glad to have Antonio shirtless. Very glad, indeed, in fact. Lovino couldn't help but gawk at the nicely defined and tanned abs of the other, feeling his pants become tighter just at the sight.
Considering things for a moment, he hopped off the counter, grabbing Antonio by the back of the neck and forcing him down into a long, wet kiss. He felt Antonio's groans vibrating through his throat and moaned in response, hitching a thigh up around one of Antonio's hips.
"Bed," he managed to choke out, grabbing at Antonio's wrist and pulling him towards the small bedroom.
The two stumbled through the apartment, stopping at random moments to kiss against a wall or rut into eachother in the doorframe. When they finally reached the bedroom a flurry of limbs and clothing ensued, until the two were pressed flushed against eachother on the mattress, Lovino straddling Antonio as the other stroked his hands up and down his sides.
Seeking vengeance, Lovino kissed down his neck and chest, muttering sweet nothings when his mouth wasn't occupied.
"Want you…so long…so long…love you…" he muttered between kisses, stopping only when he felt Antonio's gentle hand on his hair, to which he looked up.
Antonio's eyes were smoldering with emotion, his cheeks flushed and a small smile adorning his lips.
"Lovino…te amo también."
Lovino flushed, recalling his dream from so many years ago, and attacked Antonio's lips again, rolling his hips painfully slowly against Antonio's. Both of them moaned at the contact of their naked lengths, and Antonio growled, flipping them over in one smooth moment and ravaging Lovino's already abused neck.
Pulling back, he ran his hands down Lovino's chest, his eyes raking over the expanse of his body.
"You're beautiful, Lovi. Estás tan hermoso," he whispered, rubbing his thumb over Lovino's jutting hipbone and making the younger man shudder and arch his back.
Antonio arced his body over Lovino's, finally taking them both in his hand and pumping slowly.
Lovino choked on air, his body nearly going into convulsions at the feeling of Antonio's searing length in a line against his, and his warm, large fingers around them both.
Attempting not to cry out, he bit the inside of his cheek until it bled, his breath coming out in short gasps. That was, until he suddenly felt Antonio's hot breath on his neck, and then on his ear.
"It's okay. You don't have to be quiet," he began, giving them both a tight squeeze. "You can scream."
Lovino moaned deep in his throat, bucking hips upward and wrapping both of his legs tightly around Antonio's.
Antonio moaned as well, his hand moving faster as he ground his hips down on Lovino's. Lovino could feel the heat coiling in his stomach and dug his nails into Antonio's back.
"Oh…Oh Antonio…so close…f-fuck…" he mumbled, feeling light-headed.
"Mierda…Díos…"
With one final tug Lovino saw stars, feeling his hips jerk erratically as he came. He wasn't even bothered by the warm stickiness that coated both of their stomachs as he rode out the most powerful orgasm he had ever had.
After a few moments Antonio collapsed on top of him, their sweaty stomachs molding together perfectly with every curve of hip, rib and stomach. Finally Antonio rolled off of him, pulling him into his arms.
Lovino stared at the other's chest for at least 5 minutes afterward, both of them remaining silent as their breathing calmed. Finally, shyly, Lovino looked up into bright green eyes, that to his surprise, were already staring at him.
Blushing crimson, he couldn't help the slow, goofy smile that spread across his face.
Antonio wore a matching one, and ruffled Lovino's hair in response.
Laughing, Lovino swatted the hand away.
"God, you bastard. Why did it have to be you?" he asked playfully, tracing a finger over Antonio's collarbone. "I love you."
oOoOo
And when Lovino awoke a few hours later from his siesta, with strong, tanned arms still wrapped around him, he knew there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.
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