The kiss was chaste; a brush of lips, barely a hint of pressure. A flash of warmth, then it was all over. But to Antonio, it was a complete and utter overturning of his world.

Lovino moved away and stared into hazy green eyes with his own. Unanswered questions flashed through them, worry and panic marring the cocky and self-assured look he had sported so sexily earlier. Seeing Lovino's expression, Antonio came to a decision.

He smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the younger man's again, this time harder. An audible sigh of relief escaped Lovino's mouth and he cracked open his lips, allowing Antonio's tongue to slide through into his mouth. The two swayed back and forth on the sofa, ignoring the holes and patches of stuffing being pushed out of them as they tangled their tongues with growing urgency. Lovino ran his fingers through the knots and tangles of Antonio's hair, the rough locks tugging and pulling around the tips. He pulled harder, deepening the kiss and laying directly behind Antonio, who gripped the side of the sofa with one hand and let his other trail over Lovino's chest.
The need to breathe was beginning to overpower the urge to touch and kiss and move however much Antonio tried not to think about it, and he slid his tongue from between Lovino's lips in reluctance. Inhaling deeply, he managed an uncertain, but extremely pleased, smile. Staring up at him with a dazed expression, Lovino blew out his breath onto those kiss-puffy, cherry-red lips. A flush of the same colour danced its way along Antonio's cheekbones (and oh, what pretty cheekbones they are too, thought Lovino) and he leaned in again, pressing his mouth on Lovino's open one. This time there was no hesitance and the heat that had begun to pool in Lovino's stomach fell even lower, spiralling into a steady beat between his legs. Being on top of Lovino, Antonio noticed his arousal with a flash of panic, then a flood of relief. He allowed himself to relax and decided to try something more... fun with the gorgeous man flushed and warm and soft beneath him. Breaking the kiss for a second time, he moved his hips lower at a snail's pace, biting his lip and peering into Lovino's eyes for any sign of uncomfort or the word 'no'.

The hazel orbs only screamed with desire. Hips grazed with a butterfly's touch and then-

The sound of a fist banging on the door broke them apart.

"Good evening, this is your delivery from Grandpa Rome's Pizzeria? 2 extra large triple meat feasts and 2 two litre cokes..." Antonio rolled his eyes in frustration. He recognised the man's slight accent, but put the thought out of his mind. The more important thing right now was that this delivery fucker had interrupted him and Lovino and he was not happy. With a whispered apology to Lovino, he stumbled off of the sofa, checking his reflection in the backlit window to make sure he didn't look as debauched as he felt. His lips were red and a little puffy but it wasn't too obvious. Drunk however... Yep, thought Antonio, I do look a mess. Probably smell it too. Screw it, I'll live. He reached the door just as the person on the other side made to knock again, obviously impatient and fed up that he wasn't being answered. Antonio ended up opening the door with a bang as the blonde man started forward and they tumbled into each other.

"What the hell do you think you're doing slamming open the fucking door like that, ow-"

"Ouch, Jesus Christ that hurt, get off me-"

Antonio shoved the blonde off him and back into the corridor, where he had a perfect view of the man's face; a face he did in fact recognise. Apparently, the other man recognised him too.

"Francis, what are you doing here-"

"'Tonio, I wasn't expecting to see you in a Uni dorm-"

Both men stopped as they started speaking at the same time again, then burst into laughter. As they did, Antonio looked properly at Francis for the first time in over 3 years. His blonde hair was longer and tied back behind his head in a loose ponytail, while chin was decorated in a light stubble. Blue eyes as expressive as ever took in the sight of Antonio's attire, but before long the happiness gave way to something potentially far more dangerous; curiosity.

"So..." Francis leant against the door-frame with a hand on the top of the bag that Antonio had only just noticed, "Now we've got that part over with, we have business to do. I have your pizzas and want to know why you need 2 extra large pizzas when you appear to be all alone...?"

It was at that moment that Lovino appeared from behind Antonio, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown and arms crossed. Francis raised one of his own perfectly shaped eyebrows at his rumpled clothing, but thankfully for Antonio, refrained from speaking. Instead, he just stared with a friendly, if cool, expression.

The silence lasted well over a minute before Antonio cleared his throat, having pieced together exactly what had just occurred.

"Um, Lovino, this is Francis. He was one of my best friends in school, and he is trying to deliver us pizzas we never ordered." Here, he stopped, gesturing deliberately towards Francis, who grinned sheepishly in understanding and slight embarrassment. "Francis, this is Lovino. He's... um... my... er..." Antonio waved his hands in a vague gesture, trying to find a suitable term for the younger man he'd been snogging for the better part of ten minutes. 'Boyfriend' wasn't right, but just calling Lovino a friend might upset him, and he really wanted to carry on with the whole kissing thing.

Lovino cut in with a sigh. "We're fucking."

An awkward silence took hold of the door way again. Francis licked his bottom lip slowly, then snorted in quiet laughter.

"So let me get this straight. You, and him, are fucking, and I interrupted your... little moment, no? Because I got the wrong address for a pizza delivery. That is one hell of a mistake."

"Yeah, bastard, that's right," Lovino muttered in a low voice, "One hell of a mistake. But it's going to be an even bigger mistake if you don't get THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND CARRY ON WITH YOUR FUCKING JOB!" He was screaming by the end of his little tirade, and even Antonio was taken aback. Ushering a fuming Lovino back inside the flat, he mimed for Francis to wait a moment. The man rolled his eyes, but didn't move; instead, he pulled a mobile out of his pocket and tapped away at the bright screen with one hand.

The sound of footsteps returning made him slip the phone back into his pocket, where it chimed with the sound of an incoming text. Francis made a mental note to check it when he was alone.

Antonio cleared his throat again, blushing far more than before.

"Look, I'm sorry about all this, Fran. We're both more than a little tipsy so... yeah. Why don't we meet up when neither of us are otherwise occupied? Let me put my number into your mobile."

Francis smiled brightly, pulling his phone back out of his pocket and unlocking it with a few swipes. He also removed the message notification from where Antonio could see it.

The two men exchanged numbers and promised to meet up at the next weekend. As Francis turned and left, hand waving over his shoulder in goodbye, Antonio felt a rush of tension leave his body. It had been lovely to see his friend again, yes, but... There was a gorgeous man willing and ready before, and now said gorgeous man was sleeping. Alright, he was sleeping in his bed, but Antonio wasn't some sort of disgusting pervert, was he?

Life was just trying to cockblock him.

AN - SO, I am back! Sorry I have posted in such a long time, but I've just started my exam years and I wanted to at least start the year by handing in homework on time, as well as trying to write a thing for my friend's birthday. But hey, I am here now.