☆ [Hetalia]: Warm Summer's Night
Title: Warm Summer's Night
Author: Jubilee
Characters/Pairings: fanon!Mexico, Spain, Spamex, cameo by Prussia
Rating: M
Genre: Romance + Humor
Warnings/Notes: ...okay this is actually a practice chapter for my main Ameripan fic. You see...I haven't ever written smut before, so...it's my first attempt and therefore is probably crappy quality. Read at your own risk. Hey, I had to start somewhere.
Summary: On a warm summer's night, Antonio and Manuel share a passionate moment under the stars...in a van. Stay classy boys.
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Manuel's expression was plastered with confusion as he sat in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead at the road in front of him. Glancing at Antonio, he asked, "…so where exactly are we going?"
The Spaniard smiled pleasantly as he drove. "Well our date isn't finished yet!"
"It's not? But we did so much shit. I mean first you took me to the beach, then you won me that huge-ass stuffed animal at the pier, then we went to go see a movie, and just a little while ago we finished eating dinner."
"You didn't enjoy our date?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I really liked it but…this is the most eventful date I've ever been on."
"Well that's 'cause this date is special!" Antonio said happily.
Manuel gave a chuckle. "You say that about all our dates though."
"Trust me Manny. This one is going to be very special."
He raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay then. I don't know why you brought your dad's old van though."
Antonio smiled a bit, trying not to let the redness in his face grow. "Ah ha, well it's part of the surprise."
"…okay?"
"Now shush! We're almost there!"
Manuel crossed his arms. "Okay, fine. Whatever." He was composed for a while longer, directing his attention to the figurine of the Hawaiian dancer on the dashboard of the van. He didn't know why Antonio's father had such a tacky piece of shit in the car, but he wasn't one to judge as he had a lizard plush in the back of his own car. It wasn't his fault he had a fondness for cute things. Suddenly he noticed the road seemed different. Looking out the window, he saw that the tires were rolling over sand. "Uh, Antonio, this isn't…this isn't the road…"
The Spaniard only hummed to himself.
"Why the fuck are you driving the car along the beach? Can't we get a ticket for that?"
"Mm, well hopefully we won't be here for hours." He seemed to be searching for something up ahead. "Ah, yeah here it is! Just like I remembered it!" The car continued at a slow and steady pace. Antonio set the vehicle to park and then turned off the car. "Well, we're here!"
Manuel looked out the window. "We're just hidden someplace along the beach at night."
"Yeah I know! But I gotta get your surprise ready! Occupy yourself with something!"
The Mexican teenager stared hard at his boyfriend. "…like what? There isn't anything to do here."
"Mm…well, just take your cell phone with you and walk over there to that rock. There were some tide pools last time I checked!" The Spaniard exited the van.
"Like I said, it's night. I won't be able to see them!" Manuel replied, following suit.
"Oh not to worry ~" Antonio fished through the back seat and found a flashlight. "Here use this. I'll call you when your surprise is ready! Make sure your cell phone is on ~"
Sighing heavily, Manuel took the flashlight and trudged toward the tide pools. He shined the light on the slippery surface of the rocks and distracted himself with observing the sea anemones and miniscule fish minding their own business in the water. He sat down on a leveled rock and looked out into the ocean.
"…well actually, being out here at night is kinda calming," he said to himself. Thinking of Antonio, he smiled contently and gave a happy sigh. After years of denying his feelings towards the Spanish teen, he finally gave in after Antonio confessed. Manuel was sure he'd pick Lovino over him any day (as much as he didn't like to admit it) but nobody would ever be able to fathom how overjoyed he felt when Antonio said those three precious words, "I love you."
As if on cue, Manuel's phone rang. Picking it up, he answered, "Yeah?"
"Manny ~ You can come back now!"
"Alright. I'll be there in a few."
Departing from the tide pools, he made his way over to the van, only to have Antonio stop him a few feet before. "Here put this on," he said, handing him a blindfold.
"…what the fuck is this for?"
"Oh just do it. You'll find out soon!"
Manuel looked unimpressed but nonetheless tied the cloth around his eyes. "Okay now what?"
"Patience mi amor ~ Patience ~"
Antonio led him around the back of the van and opened the large doors. Standing by Manuel's side he said, "Okay you can remove the blindfold now!"
When he did as instructed, his eyes widened just a bit at the scene before him. The spacious back end of the van had the seats folded down and instead was furnished with blankets, pillows, and…were those rose petals? And artificial candles? What of the curtains on the windows?
"Antonio," he began. "Can you please tell me what the ever-loving fuck is this?"
The taller of the two rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah ha, w-well…this is the last surprise of our date. I didn't want to use real candles 'cause they might tip over considering…"
Manuel put two and two together as Antonio trailed off talking to himself. When he came up with the sum of his equation, his heart started to beat faster. He never thought his face could get so red in a matter of seconds.
"A-Antonio…" he tried to say. "Are you seriously… What…what the fuck is…"
"Well…uh, ah ha you see Manny…" He looked at the ground for a moment, and then back up at his boyfriend. "…I want to show you how it really feels."
"…¿que?"
"…when you were a child…what happened to you wasn't…"
"…oh, that."
"But I also understand if you're not ready for it. I mean, obviously you were scarred and-"
"I'll try it."
"Wha?"
"…I said I'll…I'll try it." He looked at Antonio straight in the eye, regardless of how crimson his face was turning. "I mean…after all, you obviously put a lot of…time into this so uh…" He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah I will…"
The Spaniard couldn't help but turn rosy. "A-Ah okay! Well, ladies first ~" he said as he motioned toward the van.
"Don't push it."
"I'm only teasing you hermoso ~"
"Yeah yeah."
Manuel entered the back of the vehicle quite nervously as Antonio got in after him, shutting the doors behind him. "If you're worried somebody might catch us, there's no need to be. This is one of my favorite secluded spots on this beach, so we should be fine."
The other said nothing as his stomach did flops. Antonio unlaced his shoes and removed his socks, setting them aside. "You might wanna do the same too." Manuel said nothing in reply but imitated the other's actions, setting them off to where they wouldn't be in the way of the activity about to take place.
Trying to steady his breathing, Manuel watched Antonio as he inched his face closer to him. Gently he placed a kiss on his lips. "Te amo Manuel."
With cheeks as pink as a rose, the other replied, "Te amo tambien Antonio."
It was then they embraced, spoiling each other with tender kisses. A good minute or so passed in comfortable silence as they did this, Antonio eventually diverting his kisses down the other's neck. Manuel entwined his fingers into the other's curly hair, trying not to make a sound as the Spaniard slid his hands underneath the fabric of his shirt, ghosting them against the skin of his back. Soon after the shirt was discarded, followed by a mess of the rest of their clothing that now lay tossed to the side as they descended onto the cushioned blankets, Manuel's head resting softly against a pillow.
Antonio did nothing but kiss him at that point. He kissed him as lovingly and as passionately as he knew how, the other returning the affection just as vigorously. After what seemed like an eternity, Antonio sat up and watched his lover gaze back at him. His face was flushed like he had never seen before, the curl on the right side of his head formed into a heart. The Spaniard thought that was the cutest thing he had ever seen from his Manuel, but decided to stay silent so as not to ruin the moment.
His eyes trailed down to the last remaining piece of clothing the shorter teen continued to wear. Manuel knew what was coming, but he tried not to fidget as Antonio gently and slowly began to pull down the waistband from his boxers. Lifting himself up just a tad, the undergarment was slipped off effortlessly and tossed to the side like the rest. Antonio smiled, never having seen the love of his life look so ravishing before.
The Spaniard's focus was now adverted to his own boxers. He slipped them off without hesitation, ignoring the other's scarlet cheeks that became every bit darker. He felt his eyes scanning his physique, memorizing every muscle from his arms to his abdomen. Smirking, Antonio cupped Manuel's face with both of his hands and began to kiss him again. It was gentler than the last, but did not lack in passion whatsoever. He found himself intoxicated by the Mexican as he lay himself next to him, continuing to kiss him lovingly. Antonio pulled the other against his chest, wrapping his arms around his bare waist, the other linking his own arms around his boyfriend's neck. Firmly pressed against each other, the latter slid his left leg underneath the former's right one, causing the Spanish teen to grab onto his boyfriend even tighter.
"Antonio…" Manuel breathed as the kisses were concentrated on his jawline. The Spaniard busied himself with planting pecks all around his boyfriend's neck, his hands sliding down his naked back, running along smoothly against the other's hips. He took a moment to squeeze his ass, earning him a playful slap on his head, but Manuel didn't continue to retaliate as he was too absorbed in tangling his fingers in Antonio's hair, the latter giving a small chuckle in response. His hands roamed down to his thighs, caressing them, trying to imprint the contour into his mind.
"Manuel…," he breathed as his hands continued to run along the back of his boyfriend's thighs. "Como me gustas…" he said as he locked their lips together. Noting the moan that the other made, he took that chance to slip in his tongue and take control of the kiss. Manuel wasn't used to smooching of this manner, but attempting to dominate in the heat of the moment, he fought back with his own, deepening the kiss even further. He let out a gasp when he felt fingers slide over his member, breaking his concentration, giving Antonio the advantage as he switched their positions so Manuel was once again lying on his back.
Their mouths clashed together as the other fought for control, Antonio coming out the victor in the end. Breathing became labored as the Spaniard began to suck on the other's neck, earning a few more gasps from the one beneath him. He tugged on his earlobe with his teeth as Manuel pulled at the curls on his head. This time grabbing him by the sides of his face, he forced them to plunge into each other's mouths again, the battle continuing just as passionately as before.
"Manuel…"
Kisses.
"Antonio…"
Kisses.
"Te amo. Te amo muchisimo, con todo mi corazón."
More kisses.
"Y yo te amo bastante, con toda mi alma."
A long kiss.
"Mi amor, mi vida…"
A sloppy kiss.
"Quiero solamente a ti…"
A ringtone.
Both Antonio and Manuel parted their lips as the former glared off to the side where his pants lay. Stretching out his arm, he pressed the button on the side to cut off the music. Occupying himself with his boyfriend's mouth, the Spaniard continued to kiss him passionately again, his hands roaming his hips, curving down to the back of his thighs once more.
"Why are you so fucking sexy?" Antonio asked Manuel between breaths.
A chuckle escaped his lips. "I could ask you the same question." Wrapping his left arm around his shoulders, his right arm snaked around the back of his head, Manuel entwined his fingers again into Antonio's hair as they continued to kiss, ravaging each other's mouths.
Another ringtone. Antonio pressed the button again.
It was reaching the point where Manuel wanted to move beyond the foreplay. With a labored voice, he whispered in the Spaniard's ear, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." All too eager to commence onto the next level, Antonio replied with a devious smirk, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Another ringtone.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" shrieked Manuel. "Just answer the damn phone already!"
Antonio was on the brink of insanity as he snatched his phone and finally answered it. "WHAT?!"
"Oh, Toni! Finally you answered!" came the obnoxious voice of none other than the neighborhood Prussian. "Great timing too, 'cause I was bored as hell in my house. Lud is off on a date or whatever with Feli, Liz had to babysit some person's kids, and who knows what Franny is doing with Artie. So! Since you're my bestest friend in the entire universe and almost as awesome as I am, wanna hang out?"
"I'm. BUSY."
"With what? And why are you panting? You sound like you were running a marathon or some shit."
"Tell Gilberto to hang the fuck up and mind his own damn business!"
"Was that Manny's voice I just heard?"
"Gilbert stop calling me!"
There was a pause on the other line as the albino finally fit the pieces of the puzzle together. Suddenly he broke out into hysterical laughter.
"Oh my shit you're fucking Manny right now aren't you? I can't-! Wait until Franny hears about this!"
"Damn it stop calling my fucking cell phone! I'm hanging up!"
"Aww c'mon Toni, I'm sure you can pull your dick away from your boyfriend long enough to spend some time with m-"
Antonio shut off his cell phone and practically threw it out the window, hadn't it been for the fact that his father would then want an explanation as to how that even happened in the first place, or how Antonio even got a hold of his car.
He looked apologetic when he noticed Manuel was far from pleased at their interruption. "Lost it now."
"Lost what?"
"The mood is gone. Get off me."
"No wait Manny!"
"Who the hell leaves their cell phone on while having sex?! Honestly!"
"I forgot to turn it off!"
"Yeah well now I'm turned off."
Antonio stared at him, and then raised an eyebrow, a mischievous look on his face. "Really, you are?"
"Yeah."
Slowly his lips pecked at Manuel's chest. "How about now?"
"…still nothing," he replied as his face began to heat up again. His eyes widened when Antonio trailed more kisses down his chest, passing his stomach, stopping to smile mischievously at his boyfriend as he stroked his length, satisfied with the gasps escaping his mouth the faster he pumped.
"F-F-Fuck Antonio I c-can't-" he gasped. "S-S-Stop. You're gonna make me c-" He was silenced as the Spaniard locked lips with him again, his body pressed against Manuel's. He smiled, taking pride in succeeding to make his boyfriend hard.
"Manny, I can't wait anymore. Say it."
He paused as he tried to catch his breath.
"Antonio, make love to me."
The Spaniard fished for the lubricant he had hidden amongst the pillows. Retrieving it fairly quickly, he took pleasure in the fact that Manuel nervously but eagerly spread his legs open almost as if to say, "Hurry the fuck up I can't take this anymore". Lifting his hips to rest them on his lap, Antonio began to kiss him enthusiastically again, all the while sliding in the first finger. Moaning into his mouth, Manuel gripped his shoulders as he felt the second digit pushing its way through the tight walls of muscle, massaging and loosening them.
Squirming, the Mexican teen begged, "A-Antonio, please…p-please I-"
Shutting him up again with another barrage of kisses, he lay his boyfriend back down on the covers, lubricating his own half-hard cock, pleasuring himself as he did so. The sounds that escaped his lips only caused Manuel to become even more impatient, but as he was about to comment on the prolonged amorous activity, Antonio grabbed his hips and lifted them up gently onto his lap, stopping only to ask, "Are you ready?"
When Manuel didn't reply with anything but a flustered face, Antonio took that as the okay to start fucking him right then and there. Slowly he pushed into him, earning a loud gasp from the other, gripping the sheets at his sides. Wrapping his legs around the Spaniard, he moved his hands underneath the pillow that cushioned his head as Antonio began thrusting into him.
Shamelessly he moaned underneath him as the tingling sensation coursed through every inch of his body. Unable to contain himself in his state of ecstasy, he began to buck his hips to synchronize with Antonio's thrusts as they continued on feverishly into deeper, harder, faster, a passionate and steady rhythm neither of them wanted to cease. Antonio gazed down at Manuel, watching as he unraveled beneath him with a face contorted between pain and pleasure, love bites scattered all over his neck and chest. His cheeks were hued a pomegranate red, his panting unsteady, the bangs of his hair plastered to his forehead by sweat, half-lidded eyes glazed with lust, the slightest amount of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth, that adorable hair strand curled into the symbol of love.
He was perfect, and he was to be Antonio's forever.
Manuel's breathless pleas were music to his ears. "…ha…harder…mm…An…A-Anto…p-please…oh fuck." He gripped his shoulders, digging his nails into his skin. The Spaniard gave a groan as his grasp on the other's hips grew firmer, rocking zealously into him.
"Yes…yes…y-yes…yes…A…Antonio…Antonio yes!"
Their hips continued to glide together as Antonio whispered sweet Spanish nothings into the other's ear, Manuel unable to comprehend anything he was saying, his mind clouded by sexual gratification instead. Gasping each other's name, Antonio entwined his fingers with Manuel's, hands on the pillow, resting on either side of his head. They continued to kiss with great fervor, lost in an eternity of bliss.
Pounding. Grinding. Moaning. Begging.
"ANTONIO!" The Spaniard hit home, Manuel's back arching off the spread of blankets as he reached his climax, cumming all over their stomachs. He gave a shuddery breath as Antonio followed soon after, releasing the warm white liquid inside him. He let his head rest on Manuel's chest, the heartbeat pounding inside his ribcage, scattering soft kisses around the area shortly afterward. He propped himself up with his arms and slowly pulled out of him, eliciting a small noise from the other as a sign that he favored having his rear end occupied.
Exhausted, he kissed his lover softly and gently. "That's," he breathed with a satisfied smile. "what it's supposed to feel like." He flopped down beside him, watching Manuel as he tried to bring himself back from his sexual high. The Mexican teen slowly started regaining his standard composure as he felt Antonio wipe his stomach clean with a towel. Diverting his gaze to his boyfriend, the Spaniard smiled. "I came prepared."
"Really?" Manuel breathed with a grin. "What made you think…you were gonna get lucky?"
"What made you think I wasn't?" he threw back with a smirk. "By your face and the way you practically kept screaming my name, I can tell you very much enjoyed it ~"
"Conceited bastard."
"Yeah, but I'm your conceited bastard," he chuckled, planting another kiss on his boyfriend, Manuel accepting the affection with joy.
The rest of the night was spent that way, lying underneath the sheet comfortably situated in each other's embrace, kissing lovingly and softly, the ocean's waves melodic to their ears under the stars of the warm summer's night.
An hour or so passed since then. Antonio never let go of Manuel, scratching the back of his head as he cuddled against his chest, sound asleep. The older of the two knew that they would have to return home before either one of their parents came back from their own date. A shame really. He very much liked to have the love of his life secured against his body in such a tranquil moment. Quietly and slowly Antonio turned his cell phone back on and saw he did in fact have five missed calls from Gilbert, and one from Francis. Trying not to groan, he deleted them all, then noticed he had a text from the Prussian.
hey how did da assfuqing go ;D
In an attempt to not crush his own phone, Antonio hastily text back
thats none of your beeswax! ):<
He set the phone down and stared at Manuel's face. He looked so serene and so positively adorable as he slept. I don't think you'll ever fathom how much I really love you Manny, Antonio thought to himself. I can't even remember when I started to fall for you. But I'll be the best boyfriend anyone could possibly have so that way you can.
The phone vibrated and Antonio quickly retrieved it to stop the noise, opening the next text message.
wuz he cute
Growing tired of pointless questions from his albino friend, Antonio only responded with three words, setting his phone to silent right after.
buenas noches gil
Casting it off to the side again where his pants still lay, the Spaniard watched as Manuel continued to slumber, a slight tint of pink still adorning his cheeks. He smiled happily, brushing the bangs out of his face, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. "Que lindo eres," he whispered.
"…gracias," he replied sleepily.
Shocked that he heard him, Antonio said, "M-Manny you're still awake?"
"…only when your stupid-ass phone started vibrating," came his groggy response. "Tell Gilberto to…go the fuck to sleep…"
"Ha ha, I did, don't worry."
"Mm. Better not tell anybody about tonight either. Don't want you braggin' or nothing."
"But of course ~"
"They don't need to know our business…" he said as he dug his face under the other's jaw. "…what time is it…"
"Uhm…oh, it's gonna be eleven-thirty."
He gave a sleepy sigh then a groan. "Nn…fuck we gotta be home soon. I don't wanna move from this spot." He paused as his cheeks became rosy again. "I like…I like us like this."
"Me too."
Manuel opened his chocolate-brown eyes and gazed into the jade-green orbs of the Spaniard. "Te amo," he said softly. "Nunca pense que podia amar algiuen bastante como tu."
"Yo tambien. No sabes cuanto te quiero, cuanto te amo, la alegria que tu me trais."
He gave a small chuckle. "…so corny, but I love you for it."
Antonio smiled and gave a soft laugh. "Come here chiquito."
Kissing again, slowly and softly, they blocked out everything else around them. These two lovers intoxicated by each other's presence, comforted by each other's warmth, and blissful of their newfound relationship that had started since long ago, but had only recently been recognized. They had a special kind of connection that nobody would be able to comprehend, except those close to them, and even so, their degree of understanding wasn't near the unfathomable level of love these two shared. He was Antonio's, and Antonio was his. Forever.
And quite frankly, they wouldn't have it any other way.
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A/N: Okay so yeah, my first attempt at slash smut. Hooray. \o/ Hope it wasn't too shitty but yes I know I need practice. When I actually put this in the fic it belongs to, I'm gonna have to change some of the dialogue for a few reasons and maybe even make their buttsecks go a lot slower. Here are the translations for the segments that aren't easily understood universally, because I'm sure we all know what "te amo" and "gracias" means.
Como me gustas = Not sure how to translate this properly but the literal meaning is "How I like you."
Te amo. Te amo muchisimo, con todo mi corazón. = I love you. I love you so much, with all my heart.
Y yo te amo bastante, con toda mi alma. = And I love you tons, with all my soul.
Te amo. Nunca pense que podia amar algiuen bastante como tu. = I love you. I never thought I could love somebody so much like you.
Yo tambien. No sabes cuanto te quiero, cuanto te amo, la alegria que tu me trais. = Me too. You don't know how much I care about you, how much I love you, the happiness you bring me.
chiquito = A term of endearment usually used in the feminine tense, which is "chiquita". Couples say this to each other, the guys to their girls at least. The literal translation is "little one" which I guess works in this situation considering Manuel isn't very tall for a male, or at least he's much shorter than Antonio.
Author: Jubilee
Characters/Pairings: fanon!Mexico, Spain, Spamex, cameo by Prussia
Rating: M
Genre: Romance + Humor
Warnings/Notes: ...okay this is actually a practice chapter for my main Ameripan fic. You see...I haven't ever written smut before, so...it's my first attempt and therefore is probably crappy quality. Read at your own risk. Hey, I had to start somewhere.
Summary: On a warm summer's night, Antonio and Manuel share a passionate moment under the stars...in a van. Stay classy boys.
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Manuel's expression was plastered with confusion as he sat in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead at the road in front of him. Glancing at Antonio, he asked, "…so where exactly are we going?"
The Spaniard smiled pleasantly as he drove. "Well our date isn't finished yet!"
"It's not? But we did so much shit. I mean first you took me to the beach, then you won me that huge-ass stuffed animal at the pier, then we went to go see a movie, and just a little while ago we finished eating dinner."
"You didn't enjoy our date?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I really liked it but…this is the most eventful date I've ever been on."
"Well that's 'cause this date is special!" Antonio said happily.
Manuel gave a chuckle. "You say that about all our dates though."
"Trust me Manny. This one is going to be very special."
He raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay then. I don't know why you brought your dad's old van though."
Antonio smiled a bit, trying not to let the redness in his face grow. "Ah ha, well it's part of the surprise."
"…okay?"
"Now shush! We're almost there!"
Manuel crossed his arms. "Okay, fine. Whatever." He was composed for a while longer, directing his attention to the figurine of the Hawaiian dancer on the dashboard of the van. He didn't know why Antonio's father had such a tacky piece of shit in the car, but he wasn't one to judge as he had a lizard plush in the back of his own car. It wasn't his fault he had a fondness for cute things. Suddenly he noticed the road seemed different. Looking out the window, he saw that the tires were rolling over sand. "Uh, Antonio, this isn't…this isn't the road…"
The Spaniard only hummed to himself.
"Why the fuck are you driving the car along the beach? Can't we get a ticket for that?"
"Mm, well hopefully we won't be here for hours." He seemed to be searching for something up ahead. "Ah, yeah here it is! Just like I remembered it!" The car continued at a slow and steady pace. Antonio set the vehicle to park and then turned off the car. "Well, we're here!"
Manuel looked out the window. "We're just hidden someplace along the beach at night."
"Yeah I know! But I gotta get your surprise ready! Occupy yourself with something!"
The Mexican teenager stared hard at his boyfriend. "…like what? There isn't anything to do here."
"Mm…well, just take your cell phone with you and walk over there to that rock. There were some tide pools last time I checked!" The Spaniard exited the van.
"Like I said, it's night. I won't be able to see them!" Manuel replied, following suit.
"Oh not to worry ~" Antonio fished through the back seat and found a flashlight. "Here use this. I'll call you when your surprise is ready! Make sure your cell phone is on ~"
Sighing heavily, Manuel took the flashlight and trudged toward the tide pools. He shined the light on the slippery surface of the rocks and distracted himself with observing the sea anemones and miniscule fish minding their own business in the water. He sat down on a leveled rock and looked out into the ocean.
"…well actually, being out here at night is kinda calming," he said to himself. Thinking of Antonio, he smiled contently and gave a happy sigh. After years of denying his feelings towards the Spanish teen, he finally gave in after Antonio confessed. Manuel was sure he'd pick Lovino over him any day (as much as he didn't like to admit it) but nobody would ever be able to fathom how overjoyed he felt when Antonio said those three precious words, "I love you."
As if on cue, Manuel's phone rang. Picking it up, he answered, "Yeah?"
"Manny ~ You can come back now!"
"Alright. I'll be there in a few."
Departing from the tide pools, he made his way over to the van, only to have Antonio stop him a few feet before. "Here put this on," he said, handing him a blindfold.
"…what the fuck is this for?"
"Oh just do it. You'll find out soon!"
Manuel looked unimpressed but nonetheless tied the cloth around his eyes. "Okay now what?"
"Patience mi amor ~ Patience ~"
Antonio led him around the back of the van and opened the large doors. Standing by Manuel's side he said, "Okay you can remove the blindfold now!"
When he did as instructed, his eyes widened just a bit at the scene before him. The spacious back end of the van had the seats folded down and instead was furnished with blankets, pillows, and…were those rose petals? And artificial candles? What of the curtains on the windows?
"Antonio," he began. "Can you please tell me what the ever-loving fuck is this?"
The taller of the two rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah ha, w-well…this is the last surprise of our date. I didn't want to use real candles 'cause they might tip over considering…"
Manuel put two and two together as Antonio trailed off talking to himself. When he came up with the sum of his equation, his heart started to beat faster. He never thought his face could get so red in a matter of seconds.
"A-Antonio…" he tried to say. "Are you seriously… What…what the fuck is…"
"Well…uh, ah ha you see Manny…" He looked at the ground for a moment, and then back up at his boyfriend. "…I want to show you how it really feels."
"…¿que?"
"…when you were a child…what happened to you wasn't…"
"…oh, that."
"But I also understand if you're not ready for it. I mean, obviously you were scarred and-"
"I'll try it."
"Wha?"
"…I said I'll…I'll try it." He looked at Antonio straight in the eye, regardless of how crimson his face was turning. "I mean…after all, you obviously put a lot of…time into this so uh…" He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah I will…"
The Spaniard couldn't help but turn rosy. "A-Ah okay! Well, ladies first ~" he said as he motioned toward the van.
"Don't push it."
"I'm only teasing you hermoso ~"
"Yeah yeah."
Manuel entered the back of the vehicle quite nervously as Antonio got in after him, shutting the doors behind him. "If you're worried somebody might catch us, there's no need to be. This is one of my favorite secluded spots on this beach, so we should be fine."
The other said nothing as his stomach did flops. Antonio unlaced his shoes and removed his socks, setting them aside. "You might wanna do the same too." Manuel said nothing in reply but imitated the other's actions, setting them off to where they wouldn't be in the way of the activity about to take place.
Trying to steady his breathing, Manuel watched Antonio as he inched his face closer to him. Gently he placed a kiss on his lips. "Te amo Manuel."
With cheeks as pink as a rose, the other replied, "Te amo tambien Antonio."
It was then they embraced, spoiling each other with tender kisses. A good minute or so passed in comfortable silence as they did this, Antonio eventually diverting his kisses down the other's neck. Manuel entwined his fingers into the other's curly hair, trying not to make a sound as the Spaniard slid his hands underneath the fabric of his shirt, ghosting them against the skin of his back. Soon after the shirt was discarded, followed by a mess of the rest of their clothing that now lay tossed to the side as they descended onto the cushioned blankets, Manuel's head resting softly against a pillow.
Antonio did nothing but kiss him at that point. He kissed him as lovingly and as passionately as he knew how, the other returning the affection just as vigorously. After what seemed like an eternity, Antonio sat up and watched his lover gaze back at him. His face was flushed like he had never seen before, the curl on the right side of his head formed into a heart. The Spaniard thought that was the cutest thing he had ever seen from his Manuel, but decided to stay silent so as not to ruin the moment.
His eyes trailed down to the last remaining piece of clothing the shorter teen continued to wear. Manuel knew what was coming, but he tried not to fidget as Antonio gently and slowly began to pull down the waistband from his boxers. Lifting himself up just a tad, the undergarment was slipped off effortlessly and tossed to the side like the rest. Antonio smiled, never having seen the love of his life look so ravishing before.
The Spaniard's focus was now adverted to his own boxers. He slipped them off without hesitation, ignoring the other's scarlet cheeks that became every bit darker. He felt his eyes scanning his physique, memorizing every muscle from his arms to his abdomen. Smirking, Antonio cupped Manuel's face with both of his hands and began to kiss him again. It was gentler than the last, but did not lack in passion whatsoever. He found himself intoxicated by the Mexican as he lay himself next to him, continuing to kiss him lovingly. Antonio pulled the other against his chest, wrapping his arms around his bare waist, the other linking his own arms around his boyfriend's neck. Firmly pressed against each other, the latter slid his left leg underneath the former's right one, causing the Spanish teen to grab onto his boyfriend even tighter.
"Antonio…" Manuel breathed as the kisses were concentrated on his jawline. The Spaniard busied himself with planting pecks all around his boyfriend's neck, his hands sliding down his naked back, running along smoothly against the other's hips. He took a moment to squeeze his ass, earning him a playful slap on his head, but Manuel didn't continue to retaliate as he was too absorbed in tangling his fingers in Antonio's hair, the latter giving a small chuckle in response. His hands roamed down to his thighs, caressing them, trying to imprint the contour into his mind.
"Manuel…," he breathed as his hands continued to run along the back of his boyfriend's thighs. "Como me gustas…" he said as he locked their lips together. Noting the moan that the other made, he took that chance to slip in his tongue and take control of the kiss. Manuel wasn't used to smooching of this manner, but attempting to dominate in the heat of the moment, he fought back with his own, deepening the kiss even further. He let out a gasp when he felt fingers slide over his member, breaking his concentration, giving Antonio the advantage as he switched their positions so Manuel was once again lying on his back.
Their mouths clashed together as the other fought for control, Antonio coming out the victor in the end. Breathing became labored as the Spaniard began to suck on the other's neck, earning a few more gasps from the one beneath him. He tugged on his earlobe with his teeth as Manuel pulled at the curls on his head. This time grabbing him by the sides of his face, he forced them to plunge into each other's mouths again, the battle continuing just as passionately as before.
"Manuel…"
Kisses.
"Antonio…"
Kisses.
"Te amo. Te amo muchisimo, con todo mi corazón."
More kisses.
"Y yo te amo bastante, con toda mi alma."
A long kiss.
"Mi amor, mi vida…"
A sloppy kiss.
"Quiero solamente a ti…"
A ringtone.
Both Antonio and Manuel parted their lips as the former glared off to the side where his pants lay. Stretching out his arm, he pressed the button on the side to cut off the music. Occupying himself with his boyfriend's mouth, the Spaniard continued to kiss him passionately again, his hands roaming his hips, curving down to the back of his thighs once more.
"Why are you so fucking sexy?" Antonio asked Manuel between breaths.
A chuckle escaped his lips. "I could ask you the same question." Wrapping his left arm around his shoulders, his right arm snaked around the back of his head, Manuel entwined his fingers again into Antonio's hair as they continued to kiss, ravaging each other's mouths.
Another ringtone. Antonio pressed the button again.
It was reaching the point where Manuel wanted to move beyond the foreplay. With a labored voice, he whispered in the Spaniard's ear, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." All too eager to commence onto the next level, Antonio replied with a devious smirk, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Another ringtone.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" shrieked Manuel. "Just answer the damn phone already!"
Antonio was on the brink of insanity as he snatched his phone and finally answered it. "WHAT?!"
"Oh, Toni! Finally you answered!" came the obnoxious voice of none other than the neighborhood Prussian. "Great timing too, 'cause I was bored as hell in my house. Lud is off on a date or whatever with Feli, Liz had to babysit some person's kids, and who knows what Franny is doing with Artie. So! Since you're my bestest friend in the entire universe and almost as awesome as I am, wanna hang out?"
"I'm. BUSY."
"With what? And why are you panting? You sound like you were running a marathon or some shit."
"Tell Gilberto to hang the fuck up and mind his own damn business!"
"Was that Manny's voice I just heard?"
"Gilbert stop calling me!"
There was a pause on the other line as the albino finally fit the pieces of the puzzle together. Suddenly he broke out into hysterical laughter.
"Oh my shit you're fucking Manny right now aren't you? I can't-! Wait until Franny hears about this!"
"Damn it stop calling my fucking cell phone! I'm hanging up!"
"Aww c'mon Toni, I'm sure you can pull your dick away from your boyfriend long enough to spend some time with m-"
Antonio shut off his cell phone and practically threw it out the window, hadn't it been for the fact that his father would then want an explanation as to how that even happened in the first place, or how Antonio even got a hold of his car.
He looked apologetic when he noticed Manuel was far from pleased at their interruption. "Lost it now."
"Lost what?"
"The mood is gone. Get off me."
"No wait Manny!"
"Who the hell leaves their cell phone on while having sex?! Honestly!"
"I forgot to turn it off!"
"Yeah well now I'm turned off."
Antonio stared at him, and then raised an eyebrow, a mischievous look on his face. "Really, you are?"
"Yeah."
Slowly his lips pecked at Manuel's chest. "How about now?"
"…still nothing," he replied as his face began to heat up again. His eyes widened when Antonio trailed more kisses down his chest, passing his stomach, stopping to smile mischievously at his boyfriend as he stroked his length, satisfied with the gasps escaping his mouth the faster he pumped.
"F-F-Fuck Antonio I c-can't-" he gasped. "S-S-Stop. You're gonna make me c-" He was silenced as the Spaniard locked lips with him again, his body pressed against Manuel's. He smiled, taking pride in succeeding to make his boyfriend hard.
"Manny, I can't wait anymore. Say it."
He paused as he tried to catch his breath.
"Antonio, make love to me."
The Spaniard fished for the lubricant he had hidden amongst the pillows. Retrieving it fairly quickly, he took pleasure in the fact that Manuel nervously but eagerly spread his legs open almost as if to say, "Hurry the fuck up I can't take this anymore". Lifting his hips to rest them on his lap, Antonio began to kiss him enthusiastically again, all the while sliding in the first finger. Moaning into his mouth, Manuel gripped his shoulders as he felt the second digit pushing its way through the tight walls of muscle, massaging and loosening them.
Squirming, the Mexican teen begged, "A-Antonio, please…p-please I-"
Shutting him up again with another barrage of kisses, he lay his boyfriend back down on the covers, lubricating his own half-hard cock, pleasuring himself as he did so. The sounds that escaped his lips only caused Manuel to become even more impatient, but as he was about to comment on the prolonged amorous activity, Antonio grabbed his hips and lifted them up gently onto his lap, stopping only to ask, "Are you ready?"
When Manuel didn't reply with anything but a flustered face, Antonio took that as the okay to start fucking him right then and there. Slowly he pushed into him, earning a loud gasp from the other, gripping the sheets at his sides. Wrapping his legs around the Spaniard, he moved his hands underneath the pillow that cushioned his head as Antonio began thrusting into him.
Shamelessly he moaned underneath him as the tingling sensation coursed through every inch of his body. Unable to contain himself in his state of ecstasy, he began to buck his hips to synchronize with Antonio's thrusts as they continued on feverishly into deeper, harder, faster, a passionate and steady rhythm neither of them wanted to cease. Antonio gazed down at Manuel, watching as he unraveled beneath him with a face contorted between pain and pleasure, love bites scattered all over his neck and chest. His cheeks were hued a pomegranate red, his panting unsteady, the bangs of his hair plastered to his forehead by sweat, half-lidded eyes glazed with lust, the slightest amount of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth, that adorable hair strand curled into the symbol of love.
He was perfect, and he was to be Antonio's forever.
Manuel's breathless pleas were music to his ears. "…ha…harder…mm…An…A-Anto…p-please…oh fuck." He gripped his shoulders, digging his nails into his skin. The Spaniard gave a groan as his grasp on the other's hips grew firmer, rocking zealously into him.
"Yes…yes…y-yes…yes…A…Antonio…Antonio yes!"
Their hips continued to glide together as Antonio whispered sweet Spanish nothings into the other's ear, Manuel unable to comprehend anything he was saying, his mind clouded by sexual gratification instead. Gasping each other's name, Antonio entwined his fingers with Manuel's, hands on the pillow, resting on either side of his head. They continued to kiss with great fervor, lost in an eternity of bliss.
Pounding. Grinding. Moaning. Begging.
"ANTONIO!" The Spaniard hit home, Manuel's back arching off the spread of blankets as he reached his climax, cumming all over their stomachs. He gave a shuddery breath as Antonio followed soon after, releasing the warm white liquid inside him. He let his head rest on Manuel's chest, the heartbeat pounding inside his ribcage, scattering soft kisses around the area shortly afterward. He propped himself up with his arms and slowly pulled out of him, eliciting a small noise from the other as a sign that he favored having his rear end occupied.
Exhausted, he kissed his lover softly and gently. "That's," he breathed with a satisfied smile. "what it's supposed to feel like." He flopped down beside him, watching Manuel as he tried to bring himself back from his sexual high. The Mexican teen slowly started regaining his standard composure as he felt Antonio wipe his stomach clean with a towel. Diverting his gaze to his boyfriend, the Spaniard smiled. "I came prepared."
"Really?" Manuel breathed with a grin. "What made you think…you were gonna get lucky?"
"What made you think I wasn't?" he threw back with a smirk. "By your face and the way you practically kept screaming my name, I can tell you very much enjoyed it ~"
"Conceited bastard."
"Yeah, but I'm your conceited bastard," he chuckled, planting another kiss on his boyfriend, Manuel accepting the affection with joy.
The rest of the night was spent that way, lying underneath the sheet comfortably situated in each other's embrace, kissing lovingly and softly, the ocean's waves melodic to their ears under the stars of the warm summer's night.
An hour or so passed since then. Antonio never let go of Manuel, scratching the back of his head as he cuddled against his chest, sound asleep. The older of the two knew that they would have to return home before either one of their parents came back from their own date. A shame really. He very much liked to have the love of his life secured against his body in such a tranquil moment. Quietly and slowly Antonio turned his cell phone back on and saw he did in fact have five missed calls from Gilbert, and one from Francis. Trying not to groan, he deleted them all, then noticed he had a text from the Prussian.
hey how did da assfuqing go ;D
In an attempt to not crush his own phone, Antonio hastily text back
thats none of your beeswax! ):<
He set the phone down and stared at Manuel's face. He looked so serene and so positively adorable as he slept. I don't think you'll ever fathom how much I really love you Manny, Antonio thought to himself. I can't even remember when I started to fall for you. But I'll be the best boyfriend anyone could possibly have so that way you can.
The phone vibrated and Antonio quickly retrieved it to stop the noise, opening the next text message.
wuz he cute
Growing tired of pointless questions from his albino friend, Antonio only responded with three words, setting his phone to silent right after.
buenas noches gil
Casting it off to the side again where his pants still lay, the Spaniard watched as Manuel continued to slumber, a slight tint of pink still adorning his cheeks. He smiled happily, brushing the bangs out of his face, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. "Que lindo eres," he whispered.
"…gracias," he replied sleepily.
Shocked that he heard him, Antonio said, "M-Manny you're still awake?"
"…only when your stupid-ass phone started vibrating," came his groggy response. "Tell Gilberto to…go the fuck to sleep…"
"Ha ha, I did, don't worry."
"Mm. Better not tell anybody about tonight either. Don't want you braggin' or nothing."
"But of course ~"
"They don't need to know our business…" he said as he dug his face under the other's jaw. "…what time is it…"
"Uhm…oh, it's gonna be eleven-thirty."
He gave a sleepy sigh then a groan. "Nn…fuck we gotta be home soon. I don't wanna move from this spot." He paused as his cheeks became rosy again. "I like…I like us like this."
"Me too."
Manuel opened his chocolate-brown eyes and gazed into the jade-green orbs of the Spaniard. "Te amo," he said softly. "Nunca pense que podia amar algiuen bastante como tu."
"Yo tambien. No sabes cuanto te quiero, cuanto te amo, la alegria que tu me trais."
He gave a small chuckle. "…so corny, but I love you for it."
Antonio smiled and gave a soft laugh. "Come here chiquito."
Kissing again, slowly and softly, they blocked out everything else around them. These two lovers intoxicated by each other's presence, comforted by each other's warmth, and blissful of their newfound relationship that had started since long ago, but had only recently been recognized. They had a special kind of connection that nobody would be able to comprehend, except those close to them, and even so, their degree of understanding wasn't near the unfathomable level of love these two shared. He was Antonio's, and Antonio was his. Forever.
And quite frankly, they wouldn't have it any other way.
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A/N: Okay so yeah, my first attempt at slash smut. Hooray. \o/ Hope it wasn't too shitty but yes I know I need practice. When I actually put this in the fic it belongs to, I'm gonna have to change some of the dialogue for a few reasons and maybe even make their buttsecks go a lot slower. Here are the translations for the segments that aren't easily understood universally, because I'm sure we all know what "te amo" and "gracias" means.
Como me gustas = Not sure how to translate this properly but the literal meaning is "How I like you."
Te amo. Te amo muchisimo, con todo mi corazón. = I love you. I love you so much, with all my heart.
Y yo te amo bastante, con toda mi alma. = And I love you tons, with all my soul.
Te amo. Nunca pense que podia amar algiuen bastante como tu. = I love you. I never thought I could love somebody so much like you.
Yo tambien. No sabes cuanto te quiero, cuanto te amo, la alegria que tu me trais. = Me too. You don't know how much I care about you, how much I love you, the happiness you bring me.
chiquito = A term of endearment usually used in the feminine tense, which is "chiquita". Couples say this to each other, the guys to their girls at least. The literal translation is "little one" which I guess works in this situation considering Manuel isn't very tall for a male, or at least he's much shorter than Antonio.