Essential Maintenance
anonymous
March 27 2009, 00:30:23 UTC
Romano had only been in the garage trying to clean his Vespa.
He’d gotten as far as polishing the headlights before Spain had come in from a morning of meetings and demanded a kiss. Of course, the kiss had escalated, and now…
“Oh Lovi…oh…”
Romano was bent over, resting his forearms on the seat of his Vespa as Spain stood in between him and the handlebars, taking far too long to prepare himself.
“Come on, you damn bastard! Hurry up!”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lovi…” Spain gasped back. Romano blushed.
“D-Don’t imagine you could hurt me, idiot!” He spat.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
Spain pushed into him slowly. Romano sighed and lowered his head, closing his eyes as Spain started to pull back out again. “Is this okay?”
“Hurry up!” Romano barked back.
“Do you like it when I go fast?”
“I…” Romano frowned, taking a deep breath as Spain pushed back into him in one smooth movement. “Just hurry up and fuck me!”
“Okay, Lovi.”
Romano arched his back as Spain started to thrust in and out of him faster, picking up the pace with every forward jerk of his hips. He tried not to make a spectacle of himself by being noisy, but he was unable to stop the odd moan from escaping his lips as Spain’s gentle, steadying grip on his hips tightened. One particularly hard thrust had Romano crying out, eyes opening wide for a brief second. “Antonio! Jesus!” He gasped.
“Love you, Lovi!” Spain’s voice was hoarse. The sound and the sentiment combined made Romano shudder, rocking his hips backwards desperately.
“Come on! Harder!” He ordered. Spain groaned, obeying, slamming his hips forwards, dragging Romano back to meet him, peppering the air with panting and soft cries. “Harder!”
Romano was almost crying with lust, arching and jerking to invite Spain deeper into his body. His sweat was starting to smear onto the leather of the Vespa’s seat, leaving it slippery. It was getting hard to stay steady, but Romano was determined to keep hold, digging his nails into the leather as he felt himself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
It hit him like a train, sweeping through his whole body and leaving him limp, scrabbling at the seat to stay upright as the blackness behind his eyes was chased with stars. He vaguely heard Spain calling his name over and over, opening his eyes when he felt his body still, Spain’s hands falling away from his waist.
“Oh, Lovi…” A tender hand brushed his back as he straightened up and turned. Spain’s arms closed around him. He let his own arms trail around Spain’s waist, leaning against him.
They kissed gently, softly. Spain stroked Romano’s back. Romano pressed himself closer. For a few minutes they stood in the garage, the cold air drying the sweat onto their skin. And then Romano pulled away. He cleared his throat, blushed, and then spoke: “I’m going to have to clean come off my Vespa now,” He said. “Damn bastard, getting it dirty.”
He’d gotten as far as polishing the headlights before Spain had come in from a morning of meetings and demanded a kiss. Of course, the kiss had escalated, and now…
“Oh Lovi…oh…”
Romano was bent over, resting his forearms on the seat of his Vespa as Spain stood in between him and the handlebars, taking far too long to prepare himself.
“Come on, you damn bastard! Hurry up!”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lovi…” Spain gasped back. Romano blushed.
“D-Don’t imagine you could hurt me, idiot!” He spat.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
Spain pushed into him slowly. Romano sighed and lowered his head, closing his eyes as Spain started to pull back out again. “Is this okay?”
“Hurry up!” Romano barked back.
“Do you like it when I go fast?”
“I…” Romano frowned, taking a deep breath as Spain pushed back into him in one smooth movement. “Just hurry up and fuck me!”
“Okay, Lovi.”
Romano arched his back as Spain started to thrust in and out of him faster, picking up the pace with every forward jerk of his hips. He tried not to make a spectacle of himself by being noisy, but he was unable to stop the odd moan from escaping his lips as Spain’s gentle, steadying grip on his hips tightened. One particularly hard thrust had Romano crying out, eyes opening wide for a brief second. “Antonio! Jesus!” He gasped.
“Love you, Lovi!” Spain’s voice was hoarse. The sound and the sentiment combined made Romano shudder, rocking his hips backwards desperately.
“Come on! Harder!” He ordered. Spain groaned, obeying, slamming his hips forwards, dragging Romano back to meet him, peppering the air with panting and soft cries. “Harder!”
Romano was almost crying with lust, arching and jerking to invite Spain deeper into his body. His sweat was starting to smear onto the leather of the Vespa’s seat, leaving it slippery. It was getting hard to stay steady, but Romano was determined to keep hold, digging his nails into the leather as he felt himself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
It hit him like a train, sweeping through his whole body and leaving him limp, scrabbling at the seat to stay upright as the blackness behind his eyes was chased with stars. He vaguely heard Spain calling his name over and over, opening his eyes when he felt his body still, Spain’s hands falling away from his waist.
“Oh, Lovi…” A tender hand brushed his back as he straightened up and turned. Spain’s arms closed around him. He let his own arms trail around Spain’s waist, leaning against him.
They kissed gently, softly. Spain stroked Romano’s back. Romano pressed himself closer. For a few minutes they stood in the garage, the cold air drying the sweat onto their skin. And then Romano pulled away. He cleared his throat, blushed, and then spoke: “I’m going to have to clean come off my Vespa now,” He said. “Damn bastard, getting it dirty.”
Spain smiled. “Love you too, Lovi.”
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H-HOT.
And the ending made me go 'aww~'
Now excuse me while I go find a box of tissues for this here nosebleed...
Much love to you, authornon for filling this! And filling it so well, might I add!
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