Careful [2/3]
anonymous
February 25 2011, 03:20:13 UTC
Not the best, he insisted weakly to himself.
It had become a habit, waiting up for a time when he knew Spain would have fallen asleep before slipping into his room, curling up next to him and sleeping soundly. It was better, in a way; he stopped feeling so strange every time Spain smiled at him when he did something clumsy (which was often), or at least, he could cope with that. His chest still ached and he was still mad at himself for being so powerless to stop feelings he didn't want to deal with, but it had been better than usual.
Until he had hesitated, once, brushing their noses together, and Spain's eyes were suddenly fixed on him.
Romano would testify later that it had been a very manly yelp, or at least it would have been, had he had the co-ordination to sit up and throw himself out of Spain's grip like any normal person. Instead he jerked just a second too late and Spain had caught his wrists and tugged him back down before he could do anything about it (dammit, he had forgotten about Spain's stupid fast reflexes). He had somehow managed to end up straddling Spain's waist and that was really not helping.
“W-what the hell, asshole, let go!” Romano snapped, feeling his face burn with embarrassment as he stopped pulling so hard. Spain blinked a few more times, focusing slowly, before a small smile curved his mouth and Romano had to turn and stare at the window. “The fuck are you smiling for?!”
Spain just laughed. “What're you doing?”
“What does it look like I'm fucking doing?!”
“Was it something like this?” and Spain leant up, releasing one of Romano's wrists to hold himself and gently pressing his lips to Romano's. It lasted only a few seconds as most, but they were so close and it felt - felt bizarre, a happy blank, his heart thundering rapidly in his chest despite his muscles failing to reach any sort of conclusion on movement, and he gaped stupidly at Spain as soon as he stopped, lips still tantalisingly close to his.
“So...” Spain said lowly, his breath tickling Romano's tingling skin. “Like that?”
Romano paused and stared over to the side before speaking. “No, you dipshit,” he replied. “Like this.”
And it hadn't been what he had been planning to do at all, pulling his other wrist free and pushing Spain down and kissing him instead of launching himself out of the room in embarrassment, but Spain responded so gently, letting Romano lead and holding his hips, sliding over his skin and brushing his spine and he couldn't help it. Couldn't quite help sliding his tongue into Spain's mouth and being surprised at himself, a bold tease as he tested and loosened up and wouldn't really mind if he had been here for hours, enticing soft sounds from Spain and almost himself, until an abrupt stop and - silence. Shit.
“Heh, Roma,” Spain said at last, smiling like he always did, and Romano relaxed. “kissing Boss like that! That's not very professional of you.”
“Stop saying that, you haven't been boss of shit for decades, never mind me,” he huffed, poking Spain hard in the forehead. “And what the hell, what am I meant to be 'professional' about? Stop being stupid. Or don't. Since your life would cease to have meaning.”
Not immediately answering this tirade of rather poor insults, Spain sat up (Romano slipped down onto his lap with a flinch of surprise), touching their foreheads together and looking at Romano through his eyelashes. His cheeks were flushed, too. “... Did you want to?”
“No, I just like jamming my tongue into other people's mouths because I think it's a fucking hilarious way to pass the damn time.”
“Ah!” Spain laughed, his face lighting up in a way that made Romano's lips twitch for some reason. “So you were planning on getting me in my sleep? Sneaky.”
It had become a habit, waiting up for a time when he knew Spain would have fallen asleep before slipping into his room, curling up next to him and sleeping soundly. It was better, in a way; he stopped feeling so strange every time Spain smiled at him when he did something clumsy (which was often), or at least, he could cope with that. His chest still ached and he was still mad at himself for being so powerless to stop feelings he didn't want to deal with, but it had been better than usual.
Until he had hesitated, once, brushing their noses together, and Spain's eyes were suddenly fixed on him.
Romano would testify later that it had been a very manly yelp, or at least it would have been, had he had the co-ordination to sit up and throw himself out of Spain's grip like any normal person. Instead he jerked just a second too late and Spain had caught his wrists and tugged him back down before he could do anything about it (dammit, he had forgotten about Spain's stupid fast reflexes). He had somehow managed to end up straddling Spain's waist and that was really not helping.
“W-what the hell, asshole, let go!” Romano snapped, feeling his face burn with embarrassment as he stopped pulling so hard. Spain blinked a few more times, focusing slowly, before a small smile curved his mouth and Romano had to turn and stare at the window. “The fuck are you smiling for?!”
Spain just laughed. “What're you doing?”
“What does it look like I'm fucking doing?!”
“Was it something like this?” and Spain leant up, releasing one of Romano's wrists to hold himself and gently pressing his lips to Romano's. It lasted only a few seconds as most, but they were so close and it felt - felt bizarre, a happy blank, his heart thundering rapidly in his chest despite his muscles failing to reach any sort of conclusion on movement, and he gaped stupidly at Spain as soon as he stopped, lips still tantalisingly close to his.
“So...” Spain said lowly, his breath tickling Romano's tingling skin. “Like that?”
Romano paused and stared over to the side before speaking. “No, you dipshit,” he replied. “Like this.”
And it hadn't been what he had been planning to do at all, pulling his other wrist free and pushing Spain down and kissing him instead of launching himself out of the room in embarrassment, but Spain responded so gently, letting Romano lead and holding his hips, sliding over his skin and brushing his spine and he couldn't help it. Couldn't quite help sliding his tongue into Spain's mouth and being surprised at himself, a bold tease as he tested and loosened up and wouldn't really mind if he had been here for hours, enticing soft sounds from Spain and almost himself, until an abrupt stop and - silence. Shit.
“Heh, Roma,” Spain said at last, smiling like he always did, and Romano relaxed. “kissing Boss like that! That's not very professional of you.”
“Stop saying that, you haven't been boss of shit for decades, never mind me,” he huffed, poking Spain hard in the forehead. “And what the hell, what am I meant to be 'professional' about? Stop being stupid. Or don't. Since your life would cease to have meaning.”
Not immediately answering this tirade of rather poor insults, Spain sat up (Romano slipped down onto his lap with a flinch of surprise), touching their foreheads together and looking at Romano through his eyelashes. His cheeks were flushed, too. “... Did you want to?”
“No, I just like jamming my tongue into other people's mouths because I think it's a fucking hilarious way to pass the damn time.”
“Ah!” Spain laughed, his face lighting up in a way that made Romano's lips twitch for some reason. “So you were planning on getting me in my sleep? Sneaky.”
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