Antonio ran into his room, locking the door behind with shaking hands. He leaned against the door frame and ran his hand through his hair, breathing hard.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn't the only thing that was hard.

Antonio groaned, and walked unsteadily over the moth eaten sofa in his room, making sure that he had definitely turned the key the whole way in, so there wouldn't be any interruptions like the last time he had tried to get himself off.

Only this time... Well, he was doing this over an actual, real person, wasn't he? And to make everything just that much more peachy, it was a guy. Yes, so he had been aware of his very-gay mind set for the past two years, but he'd never actually... Crushed on a real man? Lusted after one?

Whatever these feelings were, Antonio didn't like them very much – although they were definitely going to make this that much sweeter. Slumping down onto the sofa, Antonio sighed deeply and slowly unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to just below his knees. His boxers came next, soft fabric catching on the head of his erection. He hissed at the friction, then wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing slightly as he did so.

That was when he heard footsteps outside his door, then a sharp knock. Panicking, Antonio pulled up his jeans and boxers haphazardly, zipping the fly up and pulling his hoodie down as far as it would stretch to save at least some of his pride. He hopped over to the door, opened it a crack and poked his head through the small gap it created.

"Hey, Antonio? You left your earphones in the changing room, you idiot, so I thought you might want them back." The matter-of-fact voice tinged with that unmistakable Italian accent brought Antonio's blush back full force, and he flustered about before deciding he should probably open the door.

Lovino's eyes were wide and oh-so-prettily glittering with something Antonio found he didn't want to know about. Instead, he just snatched the earphones out of the out-stretched hands and stuffed them in his back pocket. Lovino was still standing there almost expectantly, so Antonio blurted his next words out without any real thought.

"Do you want to come in? I was just... making... coffee."

Lovino smiled, and stepped past Antonio into the little college apartment he had been living in for the past two or three months. The main room itself wasn't a total tip, although it was fairly obviously lived in (Antonio cringed internally at the sight of a dirty t-shirt just thrown casually over the arm rest of the sofa he had been about to... you know on). Antonio headed in a slight daze towards his compact kitchen, where he went through the motions of coffee-making without real thought. Years of hungover morning had taught him to make the bitter drink in the vilest of moods, so a little terror wasn't affecting his ability to do that, but it was making his thoughts swirl into a positive storm of panic.

Oh God, oh God, he's just sitting there, what do I do, what do I say, this is starting to feel like a very bad case of deja vu...!

Trying to quell his shaking hands, Antonio took the two mugs of coffee to the sofa, where he sat a little way away from the figure next to him. Lovino sighed a little into the mug, his fingers squeezing the handle of the mug slightly.

"Smells nice," he muttered. Antonio startled at the low voice, and the noise made Lovino look up at him and speak at a normal pitch, " S'it some sort of posh stuff? Mine smells like chemical crap, while this is..." His eyebrows furrowed a little as he thought of an accurate word, "I don't know... Nice." he finished lamely, with a quick smile at Antonio. Antonio sipped his drink in amusement, still uncomfortable but relaxing a little from the previous awkwardness.

The two carried on talking for the better part of three hours (during which time Antonio's little problem had fixed itself and he could finally just enjoy Lovino's company). Time slipped from late afternoon into evening, a light autumnal twilight hazing the room. At some point Antonio had broken out his stash of beer, and they were on their third or fourth bottles by the time Lovino had loosened up enough to laugh unashamedly and Antonio had stopped caring about the consequences of his words. It was around this time they also started falling into dangerous subjects.

Like girls. And guys.

"Soooooo..." said Lovino with a wicked grin, "What's your type then? I've never seen you with a girl before. Brunette? Blonde? Hey, are you an ass or boobs type of guy~?" Antonio flushed, but the alcohol was making him forget who he was talking to.

"More like ass or cock, Lovi~! I'm about as gay as they come to be honest."

"I totally knew that, since it would easier to miss a massive pink elephant than your obvious attraction to my wonderful ass. I was just waiting for you to take the stick out of your own and tell me that."

"You what?!" Antonio spluttered, practically spewing beer out of his nose in shock. Lovino had steadily crept further up the sofa and closer to Antonio during the last few minutes, and he was now virtually sitting on Antonio's lap.

"Hell yeah, bastard. And oh look; I'm still waiting now." Lovino cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head, staring deep into Antonio's eyes. His hazel pupils glimmered with what even Antonio could tell was blatant lust. Antonio licked his lips, watching those pretty eyes follow the movement purposefully.

"So, I might have a bit of a thing for your ass, Lovino. And... And..." he couldn't continue with that weird lump that had suddenly decided to take up residence in his throat.

"And...?" prompted Lovino slyly.

"And... I might have a slight thing for therestofyoutoo." Antonio finished the last part of the sentence in a rush, closing his eyes tightly at end. He was terrified of what Lovino would do, despite Lovino's clear attraction to him back.

Of all the things he was expecting, a brush of lips against his own was definitely not one of them.

AN - I am SO SORRY this took so long to update and yes I know it was going to be a twoshot or whatever, it's just running away with me. There will actually be smut(ish) at some point but I am too terrified to actually write it.

Yeah... I'm a wimp.

And I will not take so long to update next time, promise.