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Passione sits at a bus stop in the biting cold. They're visiting Florence for the winter, as an escape from duties, but the winters they're used to are brisk and mild. Even with multiple warm layers, they all shivered and huddled together. Bruno noticed Abbacchio trembling more than the rest, maybe he was or maybe Bruno paid too much attention to the gorgeous man. Either way, it let to Bruno leaning up to pull back an earmuff and whisper in his ear.
"You cold?" This was a rhetorical question, Bruno just wanted to spark some conversation with the man. Feeling Bruno's warm breath on his ear made him blush profusely, thankful that the cold barely disguised his flush.
"Very. I forgot to put my sweatpants in the dryer last night, so they were still wet when I woke up. I'm only wearing one layer of pants right now and freezing like a bitch." Bruno's eyes lit up and he hid a smirk.
"Want me to sit on ur lap? I could warm you up till the bus comes..." He looked up at Abbacchio, who's face was flushed far beyond what the cold could do. They had been flirting with each other during the whole trip, like getting out of Naples was the catalyst for their feelings. Since the day they'd met they pined hard for each other, getting teased by Passione that they were an old married couple and whatnot. Something must be in the air of Florence. The change of scenery really eased their minds and made them focus on what's important, each other. Passione was basically third, fourth, fifth, and sixth wheeling Bruno and Abbacchio's dates. They didn't call them dates of course, and when confronted alone they both denied their feelings for each other, but they were definitely dates. Sitting at a separate table in restaurants, sharing a bed in a room to "save money", walking shoulder to shoulder on the streets way in front of the rest of the gang. And now, at a bus stop, Bruno asking to sit on Abbacchio's lap. Fugo and Giorno were nose-deep in a book, Narancia on his pocket Gameboy, and Mista flipping through that months issue of Vogue all turned their gaze to the two next to them. Then they all looked at each other and rolled their eyes, going back to their activities. This was by far the boldest thing either Bruno or Abbacchio asked of one another, but not unexpected. Narancia and Giorno bet Mista $50 they would kiss on the trip. The "couple" were in their own world. Abbacchio shifted in his seat before answering Bruno.
"Uh, sure..." He smiled nervously, and smoothed his coat out over his legs. Bruno smiled back and climbed onto his lap. Abbacchio gulped. He was incredibly warm, his legs were instantly warmer than his entire body, he doesn't think a jacket that could work as well as Bruno's ass exists. His heart was pounding and he didn't know what to do with his hands so he just glued them to his side. He probably looks so stupid right now. Bruno maneuvered his body so that his back was against Abbacchio's chest, and he leaned back.
"Leone, you never told me you make an excellent chair."
*You never told me your ass was so soft*, He thought.
"I promise it's the jacket. I'm so bony that my ass hurts if I sit on a hard surface for too long." Bruno turns to look at Abbacchio and they both giggle at the same time. Passione once again looks at each other, Fugo makes a gagging face behind his book.
*Bruno, the Capo, and Abbacchio, who beat up a random citizen giggling??? Like little girls???* Was a mutual thought between all of them. They sat in comfortable silence for ten or so minutes, Abbacchio praying Bruno couldn't feel his heart pounding (he could), until the bus came. Bruno sat up and straightened his coat, then placed a gloved hand on Abbacchio's shoulder.
"Warm now?" He said, as they started walking to the bus.
"Yeah." Both of them stepped onto the bus, Bruno's hand still on Abbacchio's shoulder.