Chapter 2: The Morning After
The morning after you sleep with someone can go one of two ways: either you wake up loving what happened last night or you wake up regretting everything and try to sneak out. For Lovino, he had no feelings of regret when he awoke snuggled into the American's arms. He watched as the blonde slept with a cute grin on his face. Lovino smiled at this and leaned forward to place a kiss at the corner of Alfred's mouth, which Alfred groaned on contact. Lovino continues to kiss all over Alfred's face and going back to Alfred's lips.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Alfred eyes fluttered open as he stretched his arms. His voice sounded hoarse.
"Good morning." The Italian laid his forehead on the American's and took in his scent. He smelled of sex and chocolate, oh how he smelled so sweet.
"We should get up and make breakfast. I need food and you probably need to get home." Alfred got up and put his boxers on and pecked Lovino's lips and went into the kitchen.
Lovino went to sit up, but immediately felt the pain shout throw his entire body. "Ow fuck ow." He whimpered as he tried to get up again, ignoring the pain. He brought this upon himself, they ended up doing it five times last night. Each time more pleasurable than the last. Lovino could remember everywhere Alfred had touched him, kissed him, where he..., Lovino snapped himself back to reality as he limped his way to the end doorway.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" The Italian shouted from the doorway. Alfred turned around with his Captain America apron on. "Yeah go ahead dude."
Lovino nodded and limped to the bathroom door. He grabbed a towel and started the shower as he looked himself in the mirror. He had hickies and love-bites all over his chest and neck. He looked down and saw that he had more on the insides of his thighs. He could feel the stickiness of cum that was all over his chest and lower area. Yet despite his appearance, he did not think of himself a ugly, he found the marks to be beautiful.
Lovino steps into the scalding hot water, the way he liked it, as he pushed his hair back. He could stand more straight since the heat of the water was loosening his muscles. He reached for the shampoo and squirted some into his hand and capped the shampoo shut. He scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, loving the way it felt against his scalp. His mind wandered to how after their 5th time, Alfred just laid back and Lovino laid his head on the American's covered lap as Alfred petted him. Lovino dunked his head into the cascading water to rinse and to get the image out of his head. He reached for the body wash and found that it was 'Old Spice', Lovino chuckled and used it all over his body, to wash away the stickiness of last night. As he enjoyed the warmth of the water against his skin, his mind had one question. 'Why is he getting all happy about meeting Alfred?' They only know each other from last night, and Lovino is acting like they've know each other for years. He shakes his head and turns the water off and stepping out the shower to dry himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he opened the bathroom door and went to the American's closet to borrow some clothes. He found a white button-up dress shirt, and a pair of plain grey briefs just to wear to go into the kitchen.
When he walked into the kitchen, he saw that Alfred was already waiting for him at the table out of his apron. Alfred blushed at the sight of Lovino in his shirt, it made his 'Florida' spring to attention.
"I was about to come in get you." Alfred gestured for Lovino to sit next to him. Lovino did and he looked at the options he had to choose to eat. Pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, yogurt, toast, and a fruit bowl.
"Are we having a feast or something? This could feed a whole army of soldiers." Lovino joked.
"Well I am a soldier, so I want to eat the good stuff now." Alfred said looking at Lovino.
"Oh I-I didn't mean that..."
"It's fine really, I'm just happy that you're here with me." Alfred took Lovino's hand in his and squeezed lightly.
"Now let's eat." Alfred was about to stab his sausage when Lovino stopped him.
"Wait, aren't you going to pray and give thanks for the food?" Lovino head tilted.
"Nah, I mean I never really was the religious type. So I don't do it." Alfred sighed out and lowered his fork. "I'm guessing you're religious and do it at every meal, huh." Alfred asked and placed his fork down to take Lovino's hand again.
"Yes, my grandfather and brother would do it at every meal. My grandfather grew up Catholic and my mother died in childbirth so we were raised by him." Lovino explained. "He used to beat me with a wooden spoon when I would sneak a small sample." He chuckled at the memory.
"Well shall we pray? I honestly don't know how to start this so you do it." Alfred closed his eyes as Lovino closed his.
"Lord, thank you for this meal. We ask that you bless this food to give us strength. Lord, thank you for watching over my family and myself over the years. I want to thank you for bring us together, Alfred and me. Ahem."
Alfred didn't let go of Lovino's hand he just opened his eyes and started back at Lovino. 'He was thankful that we were together?' Alfred's mind raced and wondered why this was.
"Do ya mean it." Alfred's southern drawl came out.
"I do, I'm don't regret a single thing we did last night." The Italian leaned forward so that there noses were touching. Alfred couldn't believe this, he didn't regret it either. In fact, he was afraid to let the Italian leave. Scared that this would just be a dream he would wake up from.
Alfred swallowed and kissed the tip of the dancer's nose. "I don't regret anything either." Alfred sat back into his chair and picked his silverware up again. "Alright I'm starving." he exclaimed as he scarfed the food into his mouth. Lovino sat down as well and just grabbed the yogurt and fruit bowl and started to eat it.
The two men had finished their dinner and Alfred was putting the dishes into the sink to rinse them and place them into the dishwasher. Lovino was putting the milk and orange juice back into the fridge as he turned to look at Alfred. He was still at the sink washing the dishes and Lovino couldn't help but stare at his ass. Lovino's legs moved on there own as he came behind Alfred and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Alfred sounded like he was smiling when he was saying it.
"Nothing, I just couldn't help but stare and touch." Lovino kissed between the American's shoulder blades.
Alfred turned the water off and wiped his hands dry and turned too quickly for the Italian to notice as he was lifted into the air to meet warm lips. Lovino closed his eyes to savor the taste of the American's mouth; a mix of maple and bacon. He moaned into Alfred's mouth as the American walked forwards, hitting the kitchen table. The dancer gasped at contact but could of cared less when Alfred was kissing him like this. Alfred lowered Lovino into a chair which gained a moan of disapproval that he thought this moment would be over. Alfred disconnected from the kiss to unbutton his shirt on the olive-skinned man panting. Alfred got the last button loose and he kissed Lovino's neck as he slid the shirt off his shoulders. Lovino moaned at the contact and Alfred's hands roamed over the Italian's body. Lovino threaded his fingers through the American's sandy-blonde hair.
Alfred inched his way down and brought his mouth around a pink nub. Lovino gasped and threw his head back, as Alfred's mouth, tongue and teeth, worked magic on his nipple. Alfred smirked as he heard the dancer's reaction so he used his index finger and thumb to play with his other nub.
"A-Al-Alfred~". Lovino moaned out very loudly.
Alfred stopped playing Lovino's nibbles and started kissing farther down until he met the elastic of the briefs. Alfred looked up for consent to continue and Lovino looked into his eyes with so much lust. "Yes." Lovino purred out.
Alfred put one hand on the briefs and pulled downwards as he lifted the Italian up to let the briefs just fall to the floor. When the fabric fell to the floor, the cool air hit Lovino's throbbing, leaking dick and he murmured in pleasure. Alfred gazed at the organ with excitement and amazement. 'He got this hard so quickly?' He thought to himself. Alfred lowered himself to his knees and brought his mouth closer to the Italian's manhood. He could feel Alfred's breath on his dick and he shivered with excitement. Alfred grinned as he lifted the dick up slightly with his hands, gaining a small moan for his partner. Alfred brought his mouth to the base of the dick and sucked lightly, leaving a love mark there.
"Ah... hm.. Alfred~". Lovino hands pulled on the golden locks and his fingers touched Alfred's cowlick. Alfred grunted and moaned at the Italian's touch as he started to lick his partner's balls. Coated them with enough saliva to Alfred's liking, he licked the length of the penis to the tip, grazing his teeth over it. Lovino thrusted unintentionally forward, making his manhood touch the American's cheek. Alfred then grabbed Lovino's length and squeezed lightly, which gained a yelp from the man.
"I need to teach you patients." Alfred growled into Lovino's ear as he whimpers. Alfred stroked the organ once, slid his thumb over the tip, before letting go, making the Italian moan. The tanned man leaned his face in again and and kissed the tip of the reproducing organ.
"Fuck just do it already." Lovino cursed out and Alfred did just that. He slid his warm mouth over the head of the penis and sucked making the dancers hips wiggle and mind fuzzy. Alfred went farther up, sucking up every inch as he went up. Lovino was a moaning mess, thrusting into the blonde man's mouth but not causing him to gag. Alfred reached to the hilt of the cock stopped for a few moments. He then started to bob his head and hum as he sucked. Lovino was so close, he could feel his orgasm approaching, his stomach tightening.
"Fuck...Jones. I'm going to... you need to stop or I-I'll..." Lovino moaned out but couldn't finish, the pleasure was too overwhelming.
Alfred has not going to pull away, he wanted to taste Lovino more than anything. Lovino's fingers in his hair pulled him forward making the dick hit the back of his throat which caused Alfred to gag slightly.
A few moments later, Lovino came full force into Alfred's mouth, screaming the American's name as he went limp. Alfred swallowed the cum and licked up the rest that remained on his dick. His mouth came off of Lovino's dick with a 'pop' sound and looked up at the dancer and kissed him.
"I love you, Lovino Vargas." Alfred said standing up and giving the Italian dancer a hug.
"I love you, Alfred Jones." Lovino complied and squeezed tight into the hug. He never felt love like this before. The one person who did make him feel like this, died of brain cancer 10 years ago. After Antonio's death, he promised he would never feel love like that again and took the job at 'Rugueux' because the pay was good and he loved to dance. So why is he breaking the vow he made so many years ago? Why is he sleeping with this man and feeling the things that he is feeling.
Alfred pulled away from the hug. "I should get you home, it's getting late and you probably have work tonight." Alfred said as he pulled the briefs back up on the dancers curvy waist. Lovino almost forgot about work, the only thing on his mind was Alfred. Lovino bent down, cringing at the pain in his lower back and picked the shirt off of the ground.
"Alright. But I'll probably have to call for the whole week off. After the many times we did it, I don't think I can work. Plus these hickies of yours are going to be hard to cover up." Lovino pointed out.
After the two got dressed, completely, Alfred led Lovino to the parking garage that the apartments had. Alfred walked to the army drafting building yesterday because it was a nice day out and it wasn't far from his home.
"So which one is your's?" Lovino asked. Looking at all the different cars that were there.
"Mines over here." Alfred walked past a red mini van and stopped. 'What the fuck, there is no way in hell I'm riding that'. Lovino said in his head as Alfred walked and turned the key in the ignition of a Harley motorcycle with an American flag paint job.
"I'm not getting on that thing, bastard!" Lovino practically yelled. He was scared to get on the machine.
"Dude, I promise you'll be safe. Old Bessy here is the best motorcycle around." Alfred said walking over to Lovino with a helmet. He placed it on the Italian's head and tied it, when it was securely on his head, Alfred leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Lovino blushed and looked down in embarrassment.
"Come on." Alfred took Lovino's hand in his and walked the two of them to the running machine. Alfred threw his left leg over the bike and sat as he held his hand out for Lovino to take a hold of. Lovino did, and threw his leg over as well, and settling behind the American. He wrapped his arms around Alfred's torso and gripped tight. Lovino told Alfred where he lived and Alfred kicked the stand up and backed the bike out and drove to the exit of the parking garage.
The ride was short lived as Alfred pulled up to the curve of the where Lovino's house was. Lovino had his eyes closed the whole time and buried his head into Alfred's back the whole ride. Alfred shut the machine off and kicked the stand out.
"We're here, doll. You can open your eyes now." Alfred said placing his hands over Lovino's. Lovino opened his eyes and looked over to his house.
"So we are." A sad croak came from the back of Lovino's voice. He had enjoyed every moment he had with Alfred, and remembering what he said at breakfast, that he was a soldier, Lovino could probably never see him again.
"Hey Lovi, can I have your phone number? So I can text you. It's just I really enjoyed myself and I want to see you again." Alfred was getting off of his bike, reaching his hand out to the dancer's to help him off the bike.
"Do you even have to ask that?" Lovino joked. Alfred grabbed his phone from his back pocket, unlocked it, and handed the device to the Italian. He pushed his number in and then took a selfie of himself as the contact photo.
"There." Lovino placed the phone back into the American's hands.
"Thanks~." Alfred smiled wide. Lovino couldn't stop staring at that smile, or any smile that the idiot American gave him. Without a word between them, Lovino leaned forward and kissed the American full on his lips, wrapping his arms around the others neck. Alfred hummed into the kiss as he pulled Lovino closer to him, with his hands on his lower back. The kiss didn't last long, as there lips left each others, the smaller Italian just looked into those eyes.
"I'll miss you, Alfred." Lovino whispered.
"I'll write to you. I'll call and text you every chance I can." Alfred vowed.
"You better." Lovino kissed Alfred's check and let go. He started to walk to his house as he looked back at the American still standing there looking at him.
'Goodbye Alfred'. Lovino muttered to himself before he opened his door and closed it shut.
Alfred waited until Lovino was inside, then turned to get on his bike again. It was a weird night and morning for him, but the American could feel something bubbling in his stomach. 'Could this be love?' He asked himself before starting the engine and rode back to his empty apartment.