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"Stupid Spaniard," Lovino said to himself
Not five minutes ago had Antonio been asking him rather flirty on a date. Of course, he scoffed and pushed off the pervert but for some reason, he got this cramping feeling in his stomach whenever the Spanish man walked away. When he walked away to his equally prevented French and Prussian friends, he felt fine whenever the Spaniard walked off to a clueless girl that would probably brush him off. Whenever the decent-looking man walked up to his 'friends' he always got that feeling. Like a sinking feeling. He was eighteen now he thought stupid thoughts like this would go away as he matured.
Yet he couldn't shake that feeling. A feeling that he was going to be sick maybe. No matter how mature he was in the eyes of the law he felt like a silly little boy around Antonio. But he shoved those feelings away along with his books as he laid down his head to get some shut-eye. Only a few more minutes and the bell would ring. He would be free of this hell hole. He could go into the football field and score some goals. He could watch the tan brunette whip his sweat off with his shirt and no one would question his staring.
Suddenly Lovino's steamy daydream was cut off by an annoying laugh. Francis currently had his hand on the soft bottom of Antonio. Squeezing slightly before being swatted away by the Spaniard. He hated it here. He hated his feelings. And he hated the friends that constantly crowded around Antonio.
Just as Lovino was about to get up and say something himself to defend his uh, well, classmate. The bell finally rang. Lovino grabbed all his textbooks and hurried out of class to his locker. His locker was right next to his brother Feli. He loved his brother he did but he couldn't stand his boyfriend. Who also happened to be the brother of Gilbert.
"Move beef stick," Lovino said as he shoved at the much taller and much buffer man. Ludwig politely moved at Lovino's stern warning.
"Lovino! You always come up with such cute names for my Luddy!" Feli said chipperly
Lovino rolled his eyes before grabbing his football bag that contained all his gear.
"See you later," Lovino replied
"Ve!" Feli exclaimed before he grabbed his lover's hand and skipped off.
Time to kick some ass.
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Lovino whipped his head with a damp rag. He was going to shower but the stupid Frenchman made it into the showers before him and he didn't feel like being harassed today. Even if it meant missing out on peeking at Antonio's tan body. Instead, Lovino sat there on the wooden bench huffing and puffing. When people started filing out of the showers Lovino tried to busy himself with his phone.
Finally, the stupid Frenchman was out of the shower... with his arm slung over Antonio. Lovino cried a little bit inside before deciding to finally head into the shower. There were a few guys left still and he couldn't help but appreciate some of their asses. It was all that cardio. Lovino tried to keep his dirty thought to a minimum to not awaken his private investigator.
Lovino made sure to wash slowly. He appreciated his friends but he also didn't feel like getting beat by a wet towel. Lovino thought he was the last one in the shower when Arthur muttered a bye, sped, and walked off. Thought. Suddenly a very pale, very muscular arm circled his head landing on the wall next to him. How had this fucker managed to trap him?
"Gilbert?" Lovino asked thickly
Gilbert put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around. Lovino's face turned bright red and he had to arch his back to keep their dicks from touching.
"Party at my place 9, you better be there," Gilbert said with a proud grin
"Why should I come?"
"A certain Spaniard will be there," Gilbert said as he tapped the bottom of Lovino's chin before sauntering off.
Stupid German. Now he had to go.
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The party was thumping by the time Lovino arrived. He was an hour late even though the party supposedly started at 9. Lovino made his way inside where he was bombarded by drinks and joints. Lovino had already made his game plan. His house from here was only a five-minute walk so he would get sloshed maybe get some dick then walk home. He was hoping he could find someone he could fuck seeing as he wouldn't be able to go home for a while. Ludwig had decided to ditch his party to shove his tongue down Feli's throat.
"Lovino!"
Oh great, Lovino thought as Gilbert strutted over to him with two shot glasses full of clear liquid.
"I rather not be spiked tonight thanks,"
Gilbert only laughed and took both shots. Gilbert gestured to a foldable table with cups and a million types of alcohol.
"Grab your preference then downstairs, where doing truth or dare! Also if you see Ivan thank him for all the booze. If he isn't fucking Alfred by now!" Gilbert said cheerfully before heading to the kitchen that connected to the basement.
Lovino walked up to the table and grabbed a red solo cup and a bottle of Campari. He was sure no one would notice it was gone. He headed to the kitchen where he had to very tactically avoid many people's 'coupling' as some would say. But he finally made it to the basement which was in a wide circle. Kinda looked like a cult meeting, Lovino thought.
He managed to find a spot in the tight nit circle. He was seven bodies away from Antonio. Too close to not make him sweat. But not close enough. Loud laughter pulled Lovino out of his thoughts. He opened his drink and started to pour. The bottle was half empty when it landed on him. He was pretty buzzed at this point so he was up for anything. So he said dare which was a mistake.
"Suck Antonio's cock,"
A mixture of emotions spread through the crowd. Some laughed while others cringed. Lovino's tried to laugh awkwardly and brushed it off.
"Where waiting," someone else said
Lovino decided he had enough. His head swam and if someone asked him to suck Antonions cock one more time he might just have done it. So instead he got up to go upstairs. Some people booed while others whined at the discomfort. Lovino hadn't even realized someone had followed him upstairs until a hand grabbed his arm right as he was about to head to the dance floor.
"Lovino, listen I'm sorry about that," Antonio said
Lovina didn't know if it were the alcohol or his heart talking at this moment.
"Sh fine, if you wanna make it up to me," he extended his hand, "dance?"
Antonio smiled and grabbed his hand gently. Lovino led them to the dance floor. He didn't understand what had come over him (probably the alcohol) but when they reached the dance floor Lovino couldn't help but grind into the Spaniard. It became hot quickly—especially where Antonio's crotch bulged into his ass. Antonio finally snapped when Lovino let out a small moan.
"I want to fuck you," Antonio said as he grabbed the front of Lovino's jeans and gave a generous squeeze to his inflating cock.
"Ah~ Antonio,"
The two proceeded to have a very steamy makeout session. It wasn't what Lovino had in mind when he thought 'First Kiss With Antonio.' He didn't think there would be this much tongue. Or crotch grabbing. Or grinding.
Before he knew it the two were in a closed-off space. Away from searching eyes. A feeling of cold glass registered in Lovino's mind as well as the fact that Antonio was on his naked torso. 'Oh great a bathroom' Lovino thought. But those thoughts were quickly washed away with a warning bell ringing in the back of his head. He couldn't have his first time with Antonio be on the bathroom counter sink.
"H-hold on,"
Antonio breathed a hot breath in Lovinos face but complied with the other man.
"Whats wrong?"
"I just don't... want to go all the way," Lovino said blushing brightly
"Of course, I well didn't think you would want to anyway, I mean, uh,"
"Shut up," Lovino said before grabbing a hand full of Antonio's hair and shoving their mouths together again.
This time when Antonio's hand went to unbutton his pants again littler bells were no longer ringing. He wasn't sure what Antonio had in mind when his hard cock finally sprung out and waved in the cold air. But when a warm tongue nearly enveloped his dick he was sure he was going to like it. The Italian had to grab a hold of something to stop himself from cumming right then. He grabbed the top of the mirror and Antonio's head.
Lovino felt a twinge of pride. Who was sucking whose cock now? The feeling of victory was quickly chased away by the feeling of ecstasy. Antonio wrapped his pink lips around the pink swollen tip of Lovino's cock. He rubbed vigorously at his clothed cock in the other. Antonio sank further on the other man's dick making sure not to choke himself.
Antonio cupped Lovinos cock with his soft tongue. He sucked lightly and Lovinos encouraging moans made him more confident. He lifted off the other man's shaft while sucking hard. Lovino started to scream and moan. There was really no point in a door anymore, anyone who walked by knew what was going on in that bathroom. When Antonio popped off his cock Lovino gave a whine.
He was pleasantly surprised by the warm tongue massaging his balls. By the noises the man on the floor was making Lovino could guess that he was stoking his cock too. Antonio went back on the other man's cock and continued his blow job rituals while stoking his now free cock. Antonio came first all over the bathroom cabinets. Not his house, not his problem.
Seconds later Lovino shot his load into Antonio's mouth. When the sticky texture sprayed the back of his throat Antonio pulled off his cock. Lovino's cum dripped out of his mouth as well as spraying one eye and getting tangled in the other man's brown hair. Antonio whipped his sperm-covered eye and met Lovino in a slowly sleepy kiss.
"Sorry for cumming on your face," Lovino said sheepishly smiling at the other man
"It's ok," Antonio said as he carded his hair thru the other man's sweaty hair, "you own me a blow job though,"