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“Luca, this shirt is too small. I’m gonna rip it.”
“No, you won’t. Think twink thoughts, Scorfano, you’ll fit!”
Alberto laughs, and Luca grins widely, knowing that his boyfriend can’t see him with their backs turned to each-other. “Okay, but if I burst outta your favourite crop-top, hulk-style, you’re not allowed to be mad at me.”
“Oh, I’ll be furious with you,” Luca chirps happily as he tightens one of Alberto’s belts around his waist to keep his jeans up. He bends down onto one knee and starts rolling the cuffs, biting his lip against another giggle. “It means you didn’t think twinkish thoughts.”
“Babe, I’m one-hundred percent Bubblegum right now. I couldn’t get more twinky.” There’s a rustling of fabric behind him, and then the sound of Alberto hopping in place, along with a grunt that makes Luca snort. “Fuckin’... these the biggest pants you got? Really?”
“Really! They’re a boyfriend fit for me.” Alberto makes a disbelieving noise as Luca laces his borrowed sneakers; black chucks, faded and clearly worn to the point of disintegration. “Can’t believe we’re the same shoe size.”
“You know what they say about big feet.”
“Big socks?”
“Got it in one, gorgeous.” Groaning, Luca stands up and straightens his borrowed crop-top; this is definitely new, because Luca remembers the store they bought it from, and the way they were kicked out after getting caught being handsy in one of the changing rooms. At least the sales assistant had been kind enough to let them pay for the clothes. Luca grins as he adjusts the black, faux-leather jacket across his shoulders and pushes the sleeves up to his elbows. Everything’s a little too big, but that shouldn’t matter.
Alberto’s always been a big fan of seeing Luca in his sagging t-shirts with the sleeves hacked off, or his mutilated hoodies or oversized flannels. Luca enjoys wearing them, if only for the borderline ravenous look Alberto will give him when he stretches and shows off a teasing strip of stomach or back. It’s fun, and silly.
Now Luca gets to play, too.
“You ready?”
“Yep. Turn on three?”
“Count us down, handsome.”
“Three, two, one—”
Luca spins on his heel, a hand on his hip and the other hanging loosely at his side, the epitome of casual. He claps eyes on his boyfriend, and bursts out laughing as all attempts at being casual are dropped. He lifts his hands to his mouth and squeals into his palms.
“Alberto! Baby, you’re adorable!” Luca gushes as his gaze wanders over him, heart hammering in his throat. Alberto’s right, everything is a little too small (Luca’s jeans come to a stop at the middle of Alberto’s calves and they’re a perfect fit on him), but it doesn’t matter because—
“Pink! ‘Beto, you’re so pink!” Alberto flashes a shaky peace-sign, the oversized cardigan falling off his shoulders, the cropped t-shirt cutting into the roundness of his biceps, his stomach flat and tanned… Luca opens his mouth to say something else high-pitched and excited but Alberto cuts him off as his face splits into a smile that is far too giddy.
“H-hot,” Alberto stammers as he lifts his hand and bites his finger, his cheeks as pink as the clothes he wears. “You look… so fucking hot.”
“Really? I’ve never been hot before,” Luca preens with a sharp-toothed smile as he returns his hand to his hip and cocks it. Alberto nods frantically, and Luca giggles before skipping to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to Alberto’s door. He plants his feet hip-width apart and stares at himself. He looks…older. More mature than what he’s used to. The black makes him look edgy, like he could be dangerous and cool. Luca pops the collar of his jacket and laughs as he turns to the side to check out his ass. Not as tight as he’d like, but Alberto’s wider at the waist and so the jeans are cinched pretty tight—
A pair of arms circle his middle and tug him backwards into a warm chest. Alberto presses his cheek to Luca’s temple and stares at him through the mirror, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Luca links their fingers together and presses them against his stomach, mouth opening around a soft sound as Alberto dips his mouth to the curve of his ear and rags it gently, his teeth making electricity bounce down Luca’s spine.
“Please wear my clothes more often,” Alberto mumbles into Luca’s ear as he tucks a kiss behind it, his breath warm and hitching. Luca hums thoughtfully as he dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He unlocks it with a deft thumb and angles it before standing a little straighter.
“Take a selfie with me, and we’ll see.” The Alberto in the mirror rolls his eyes but obliges as he flattens his palm to Luca’s skin and tucks his fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Luca’s belly jumps beneath his touch, and he has to swallow a spike of lust as he relaxes back into Alberto’s arms and takes a couple of snaps; Alberto’s gotten good at taking pictures with him, and moves a little before each new one. Satisfied, Luca leans back into Alberto’s body and flicks through the photos; they’re a little dark, but he can adjust the brightness later, and maybe one of them can replace his current background of Alberto playing his guitar, eyes closed and mouth open in a drunken grin. Sighing softly, he returns his gaze to the mirror and smiles at the way Alberto’s drinking him in with his eyes. “Enjoying yourself, ‘Beto?”
“Mhm.” His voice is low, vibrating pleasantly through Luca’s back. “Remind me again why I dressed you when all I want is to get you out of those clothes.”
“Because I look hot, remember?”
“God, you really do. What about me? Am I hot?” Luca hums again before turning in Alberto’s arms and looping his own around his neck. He feels his smile turn mischievous as he steps them to the side and with a spin, presses Alberto up against his own bedroom door. Alberto blinks at him as Luca raises himself onto his tip-toes to be able to whisper into his boyfriend’s ear.
“You’re so fucking cute. You look like cotton candy and I wanna eat you up so bad.” Luca presses his mouth to Alberto’s throat and he feels his boyfriend swallow as his hands come up to shakily rest on his hips. His teeth graze Alberto’s skin and he makes a half-aborted noise of pleasure as his hips twitch. Still grinning, Luca grabs the back of Alberto’s thigh and attempts to lift his leg. Alberto chuckles breathlessly and hooks his knee over Luca’s hip, holding his own weight a little to make it easier for Luca to hold him up. He looks like he’s trying to go cocky with his smirk, but it’s far too flustered. “Kiss me,” Luca demands quietly, and Alberto huffs.
“Yes, princess.”
“Nu-uh.” Luca sucks Alberto’s lower lip into his mouth, pulling gently to make his breath catch. “You’re princess today.” Luca pauses for a moment, and then cocks his head as a smirk spreads across his face. “You know what that means, babe?”
“...No?”
“Bubblegum is always a bottom, right?” It takes a second for the wheels to start turning, but the click is almost audible as Alberto’s cheeks flood with colour.
“What? Really?” He sounds so excited, and Luca’s stomach twists itself into a knot. Luca nods, and Alberto grins. “Nice!”
“Mhm.” Alberto’s kiss is so eager as he pulls Luca close, his moan lost in Luca’s mouth as he parts his lips. Alberto’s fingers tighten at his waist, and Luca feels terrible. The feeling only gets worse when Alberto pulls back with a wet sound and presses their foreheads together, eyes shining.
“I’ve been so fucking patient, Luca.”
“Y-you have, babe.” Luca sighs through his nose. Alberto makes a curious noise, and Luca stares at his mouth instead of looking him in the eye. “I’m sorry it’s…taken this long. I know that I’m hard work, but you’ve always been so good to me. I should’ve…I should’ve taken care of you, too.”
“Hey, Luca.” Alberto worms an arm up to Luca’s face, hand soft against his cheek as he tilts his face up. “You’re not hard work. Not to me.”
“It’s okay, Alberto. I know I’m a brat—”
“That’s not the same as being hard work, sunshine. This…this is the easiest relationship I’ve ever been in. Really. You’re a pain in the ass and such a brat, but hard work? Never.” Luca stares up at him with his mouth open before he makes a quiet, strangled noise and surges upwards, tightening his arms around Alberto’s neck as he proceeds to try and kiss the breath out of his lungs.
They stagger across the room, the dance to Alberto’s bed practised and perfected as Luca turns his boyfriend and walks him backwards towards his mattress. He goes down hard, and Luca huffs as he falls on top of him, barely catching himself on his hands and knees and narrowly avoids winding his boyfriend. Alberto’s giggling stupidly as Luca nestles between his legs and pushes his hands into Alberto’s tight curls, his eagerness making him sloppy as he kisses across Alberto’s mouth and chin.
“Don’t— don’t actually fucking eat me, city boy—” Alberto huffs, hands pushing into Luca’s back pockets as he pulls him flush against his body, even now fighting for control. Luca snorts in his face, making Alberto recoil a little.
“Oops! Sorry, ‘Beto.” Luca laughs as he sits back on his heels, grinning at the way Alberto looks; his stomach and ribs exposed, borrowed jeans low on his hips and cardigan bunched behind his back. “Okay, I lied. You’re cute and hot.”
“Thanks, baby. You gonna come here and fuck my brains out or not?” Luca’s dick twitches in his underwear as he goes to shrug out of his jacket. Alberto grabs his hand, halting him. His cheeks are a pretty shade of pink as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “Um. Can you, like. Keep it on? All of it?”
“For you, handsome? Definitely.” Luca’s still grinning like an idiot as he works his own belt from around Alberto’s waist and pops the button of his jeans. “God, I wish I’d bought one of my skirts. At least then you could stay dressed too and I could still pound—”
“Wait wait wait, hold the fuck up.” Alberto makes a ‘T’ shape with his hands, calling for a time out as he stares at Luca like he’s said something insane. “You…You’ve got skirts?”
“Yeah? Pink ones. For parties.” Alberto’s mouth is wide open, and Luca giggles as he reaches out and closes it with a finger to his chin. “I’ve got good legs. I look good.”
“Uh, I fucking bet you do.” Alberto puts his hands together as if in prayer as he closes his eyes, knees bent. “Boy. We’ve been dating for how long and only now do I find out you own fucking skirts?!”
“You didn’t ask?” Alberto splutters as his eyes fly open, and Luca giggles as he slips his hand into his jeans and effectively stops him from talking. “You don’t get to come to Genova as much as I get to come here, so my wardrobe’s pretty limited. But I’ll bring one next time, okay?”
“P-promise?” Luca’s grin is wicked as he eases Alberto’s jeans down and lies on his stomach between his legs.
“Pinky swear, cutie. Now, stop talking and lay back. You get to be Bubblegum today. Let me take care of everything.”