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Two men had gotten off a bus, stepping onto their last station. This weekend, Pororotchio and Luciano were going to relax and take a break from the battlefield for once and spend time together. They had their moments where they bonded over their experiences fighting others, but they needed a different kind of adventure, away from the countless “deaths” they experienced. It felt like a peaceful release, one that didn’t last a few hours and spent lying lonely in his room.
Poro had been wearing a floral shirt and jorts fit for a fun vacation on the European shores, while Luciano was wearing one of his leather coats and some black pants. Poro had taken care of a lot of the planning when it came to the trip but Luci had wanted to take his time away from the battlefield to plan what places he wanted to go to, he wanted to see the sights he barely gets to enjoy; bustling with life inside. The hotel was only a few minutes down from the train station, so they could afford to walk. Luciano stayed silent for the entire walk, since he already had some of his words taken out of him during the long trip over to the hotel which was reaching its end soon, as the hotel was in sight. The two had entered the hotel with their suitcases in hand and they talked to the receptionist to get the keys to their room.
Luciano had opened the door to see the small room they had booked. There was something that struck Luciano as a bit peculiar. There was only one bed in the room, and there were barely any other amenities there. His expression had darkened as he looked inside the room. He paced over and sat down on the bed and took his coat off to reveal a black polo shirt, matching his pants and then lied down on said bed.
“Oho, you want to get down already, Luci?” Poro said, poking at his buttons.
Luciano’s head tilted to the left, as he groaned into the pillows. “I was hot in that, Pororotchio. We’ll be stuck here for the rest of the night anyways, so I might as well get myself comfortable.”
“Well, that’s one layer off already!”
“God, did you plan for this to happen?”
“Vacations are a time to perform the dance of beauty in the beds we are supplied with.”
Luciano perks up a bit. “I do like to dance from time to time…”
“Splendid!” Pororotchio starts to take off more of his shirt, untying the buttons to reveal his bare chest. Luciano’s face caved into his pillow even more, as his roommate started to sit down on his side of the bed. He slowly lies down and starts to intertwine his legs with Luciano’s.
“Ah…” Luciano starts to twitch a little bit, but doesn’t refuse the cuddling they had begun. “Don’t get into me.” He utters with a slight quiver in his voice as he jolts a bit more in his spot, reaching his hand out to his partner. “I don’t want to commit sexual acts.”
Poro’s face goes from a prideful grin to a softer, neutral smile, caressing the other side of the old man’s body. This wasn’t the dance he wanted, but slow dancing never hurt him before. Soon, the two were lying comfortably, not much to separate their platonic love from each other. Their consciousness started to fade as they connected their hand with Luciano, feeling soft next to that old man.
A distorted piano's melody started to play in the distance, and a few seconds later, Luciano’s body started to move to the end table. Both of their bodies had been jolted by the sudden movements they had to endure, they both opened their eyes.
“Hello." "I’m resting with Pororotchio and almost fell asleep." "Ok, I’ll put you on speaker.” Luciano looked over to Poro, moving his phone to be in between them. “Thirteen’s calling.”
“Oi, Poro. Wazzup?”
“Hey, Sacchin! Luci and I were just in bed together.”
“Wow, you two had to got to the action right away.”
Luciano starts to speak up. “We didn’t have sex, Thirteen.”
“Ah, you gotta get down with him one day, man.”
“How many times do I have to say that I don’t want to have sex anymore, Thirteen?”
“I thought we were going to fool around in bed as well, but alas, my soul didn’t want to unleash it’s true beauty tonight.”
Thirteen chuckles from his end. “You fuck all the time in your club, right?”
“Only sometimes!” Poro starts to blush as he says that. “My work has its limits, you know.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t bang at all. Yolo, my man.”
“Of course, Sacchin. I love getting down and dirty like this.”
“I thought that I was going to be the one to talk to Thirteen tonight, but those two hit it off too well.” Luciano mutters to himself.
“I just don’t like sex anymore, Thirteen. My wife was my everything, and now that she’s gone, I can’t enjoy her favorite things the same way.”
“Hah, it comes back to your wife, doesn’t it?”
“I didn’t have a lot of sex anyways.”
Poro had been keenly listening on the conversation; “Ah, I didn’t remember that you didn’t like sex anymore, our relationship has only been our ranged combat techniques!”
“I guess you can say that…”
“You both loved watching those movies that would come on the TV that was in the break room, remember?”
“Ah, that fine piece of cinema, the classic story of the… uh...”
“Millionaire stock-broker turned corporate criminal?”
“Yeah that one.”
“What simple friends, liking the same movies. Your taste sucks by the way”
“Life ends up like that… Wait a moment, what did you say?”
“Well, it was great to check in on you two, have a good trip. Tell me and the boys about it when you get home.”
“I will make sure, Thirteen.”
“Seeya, Luci, Poro.” Thirteen had hung up the phone like he usually does, leaving the men to their own devices. They were still in bed together and they barely got their things unpacked and settled. Luciano got up and did some work on said luggage, but Poro sat there, still thinking about how one of the most magical moments of their trip may have just happened, with their two bodies, a coat, and some leftover desires.