Cross-posted from hetachallenge
Title:The Big Sleepover
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #20: Sleepover
Word Count: 2771
Rating:M for gratuitous nudity and adult situations
Summary:Italy and Germany take their relationship one step further…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me…
Germany turned off the taps in the shower, and grabbing his towel, he stepped out of it. While he was drying off, his little buddy, Italy, was stripping down to his skin. There was barely enough room in the bathroom for one, let alone two, and every time they would accidentally brush up against each other, Italy would smile. After a bit of tight maneuvering, in which they had rubbed up against each other, his little buddy got into the shower, while Germany felt oddly cheated by whole experience.
Leaving his towel behind in the hamper, Germany padded into his bedroom. He walked over to his dresser, intending to get a clean pair of boxers and an undershirt, when he decided against it. Italy was always after him to sleep in his skin like he did, so Germany decided he would too, telling himself he was only doing because the night was so warm and the sheets cool. He crawled into bed, luxuriating in the feel of the cool crisp cotton against his skin. Germany could just hear his little buddy singing over the sound of the water running in the shower. He closed his eyes and much to his horror, the image of his little buddy showering came to mind. Even more horrifying, those thoughts were making him hard as he realized he did not care. All those nights of dreaming about a pretty auburn-haired fräulein, were really dreams about his little buddy.
While Germany lay there, trying to stop thinking about his little buddy so as not to embarrass the two of them when he got out of the shower, the water went off in the bathroom. He felt a moment of panic and that was enough to cool his ardor where Italy was concerned. Sitting up, he swung his legs out of bed and was about to get up and go get dressed when he heard his little buddy enter the room.
“Ve…”
“Italy?” Germany turned around to face him, keeping the sheets firmly over his lap. He quickly averted his eyes, as his little buddy was unabashed in his nakedness, reminding Germany of his own nudity. When Italy crawled into bed with him, Germany sighed softly. It was too late now to get dressed, so he simply lifted the sheets and got back into bed.
Italy snuggled up next to his friend, despite the heat from the warm summer night. Normally Germany slept in his underwear, but tonight for some reason he opted for skin, not that Italy was complaining. He ran his hand lightly over his friend’s broad chest and it was all he could do to keep from throwing a leg across Germany’s hips, and rubbing against him. “Ve…” he sighed softly.
“You alright?” Germany’s voice rumbled deep in his chest.
“Yeah… I was just thinking how nice it is that you’re going to sleep naked like me.” Italy smiled up at him. He was sorely tempted to crawl on top of his friend, the way he did in the morning to wake him up. While he had never slept with a man before, he had had his fair share of pretty girls, but there was something about Germany, that had him wanting to experience it with his friend. He was positive his friend was a good lover, judging by the various types of porn he had in his collection, and Italy found himself growing hard the more he thought about it. Giving into temptation, he simply crawled on top of his friend.
Germany frowned; his little buddy’s behavior was making him uncomfortable on the one hand, and on the other, he wished Italy would rub against him again and again. Italy was close enough to kiss and the thought of kissing him, and kissing him deeply had Germany getting hard. He tentatively wrapped his arms around his little buddy, holding him close. When he let out a soft “ve…” Germany kissed him hungrily and all thoughts, of what he was doing and wanted to do him, promptly left his head as instinct took over.
Italy responded in kind, deepening the kiss and diving back in for more, when they came up for air. He tasted of toothpaste and smelled faintly like the beers they had drank with dinner. Not Italy minded. His friend had his big, strong arms around him and as they kissed, Italy felt Germany’s hand gently caressing his butt. “Ve... Germany…?” he murmured softly against his friend’s lips.
“What?” Germany replied, his voice, low and husky. He had been fantasizing about holding onto his little buddy’s hips and taking him from behind, and he hoped that if and when the time came, he would be able to do it. Painfully inexperienced, the closest he had come to having sex, was jerking off while watching porn.
Italy kissed him and pulled back slightly. “You wanna… you know?” Italy smiled as he waited for an answer, while a delicate blush spilled across his friend’s cheeks.
Germany, his mouth going suddenly dry, swallowed. He nodded in reply.
“I’ll need some lube…” Italy said in the same tone of voice he would use when putting together a shopping list with his friend. He did not like the panic he saw in his friend’s eyes when he asked about the lube and he hoped his light tone would ease whatever fears he had.
Germany panicked. His little buddy was very calm about taking control and that alone was enough to upset him, adding sex to the mix was downright frightening. Since he was painfully inexperienced, Germany just assumed Italy would be ploughing his arse and not the other way around. Nervous, he panted as he tried calming himself, but Italy apparently mistook it as ardor, if his smile was any indication.
“You okay?” Italy asked. He was ready to call it off if his friend wanted, figuring they could just jerk off and call it a night.
“Yeah…” Germany forced himself to smile back at him.
“Oh okay…” Italy replied. He playfully kissed his friend’s chin. Looking up at him impishly, he said, “Where did you say the lube was again?” ignoring the fact that his friend had never told him in the first place. He smiled as he waited patiently for an answer. Even though he wanted nothing more than to grind his hips into his friend’s to get a bit of friction happening, he treated this like it was no big deal.
It did the trick and as the panic he felt subsided, Germany was able to think clearly. “It’s in the bedside table,” he said, silently thanking his brother for giving him a tube “just in case.”
Italy leaned over and pulled the drawer open, revealing the lube. He grabbed it and sat up, straddling Germany’s hips. Leaning forward, Italy kissed his friend, before sliding back a bit. He opened the lube, squirting a bit onto his fingertips, rubbing them together to warm it up. He could feel Germany’s eyes on him, watching his every move with the same intensity he used when watching him train. It was a bit unnerving, but he flashed one of his trademark smiles at his friend, and taking Germany’s cock in hand, he spread the lube over the head.
Germany moaned softly. His little buddy’s deft touch was send little jolts of pleasure down his spine, where it pooled deep in his cock. It was only his panic over being inexperienced and doing something that would hurt Italy that kept him from cumming. Just when he had things under control in his head Italy handed him the lube.
“Ve… Germany…?”
“What…?”
“Can you help me?”
Germany nodded. He had seen similar scenes in some of the porn he had watched with Prussia and he took a small measure of comfort in the familiar. When Italy got off him so that he could turn around without kicking him, Germany took the opportunity to sit up. Italy, facing away from him, stretched like a cat and Germany caressed his butt. Spreading Italy’s cheeks, he touched his entrance.
Italy tensed. His friend and soon to be lover’s finger felt dry and he cringed at the thought of his large finger pushing inside him. It never happened, instead, he heard Germany flip open the cap on the lube and squirt some out.
Germany lubed up his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up, before spreading his little buddy’s cheeks with one hand. He gently rubbed the lube around Italy’s tight entrance, before repeating the process. This time he slowly pushed his finger inside as the two of them moaned softly. He pushed it in and out, before adding more lube and another finger. Just touching his little buddy in such an intimate manner, pushed him closer to his release.
Italy felt the same way, despite the initial pain. His big, strong Germany was surprisingly gentle, but he wanted and needed to feel him inside. “Ve… Germany?”
“Yeah…?”
“I’m ready…” Italy breathed. I hope… He turned around, facing him.
“O-okay… what do you want me to do?” Germany said, mentally kicking himself over how stupid he sounded.
“Just lay back and…” Italy smiled as he stroked Germany’s cock, “hold him out. I’m going to try sitting on him and you’ll let me know if I’m hurting you, right?”
“Yeah…” Germany swallowed. “And you too. I want to know if I’m hurting you as well.”
“Okay.”
Holding his cock away from his body, Germany watched as Italy attempted to impale himself on it. He moaned softly when the tip just penetrated past his little buddy’s tight ring of muscle. It felt so good; it was all he could do to keep from cumming, although the look on his little buddy’s face helped. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Italy paused. Germany’s clumsy attempts at prepping him had not really worked. As big as his fingers were and as gently as he had lubed him up, Italy still felt painfully stretched. He took a deep breath and pushed a bit more against his friend’s cock. “No…” he finally said and smiled.
Germany shot him a look that said he didn’t believe him for an instant, despite his little buddy’s terrible attempt at a reassuring smile. “Italy…” he sighed.
“What?”
“Let’s try another position. I think…” Germany felt his cheeks heating up. “I think it’ll work better if you were on all fours.” He sincerely hoped it would. Taking into account all the porn he had seen, and discounting the fact that it was staged and somewhat removed from reality, it had still looked like the guy, whose arse was being ploughed, was enjoying it. And Germany wanted nothing more than his little buddy to experience as much pleasure as possible from the experience.
Italy got off him. Things felt a bit better, but he was disappointed it hadn’t worked. As he got down on his hands and knees, his friend reached for the lube, making the bed dip. Italy closed his eyes and when Germany lubed him up again, he seemed more sure of himself. His self confidence had Italy relaxing and when his friend tried penetrating him again, things went a bit more smoothly.
Germany moaned softly as he pushed his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Italy felt so tight around him as he tried to move in and out. He was so afraid of hurting his little buddy; he was not able to fully enjoy himself. His body, however, had no such worries and after a few minutes of attempting to get a rhythm going and failing miserably, Germany came. He moaned softly as he did so, and still joined together, he leaned forward, kissing Italy’s back. Germany pulled out of him and sat back on his heels as he reached for a tissue.
“Are you okay, Italy?” he asked as he cleaned his cock off.
“Yeah…”
“Good. I-I was afraid I had hurt you.” Germany gently wiped his little buddy’s butt. Gathering the tissues together, he wadded them up into a ball, tossing them in his wastepaper basket.
Italy sat back on his heels. He was painfully hard and the sense of awkwardness that suddenly descended left him unsure if he should take care of the problem himself or wait to see if Germany would do it for him.
“Ve… Germany?”
“Italy… Do you ummm…” Germany started to say when he noticed his little buddy had not cum. He felt his cheeks heating up as embarrassment threatened to overwhelm him, but he soldiered on, “I can… ummm… if you want…?”
“Can I ummm…?” Italy trailed off. He found Germany’s shyness very endearing and he was touched by what he had hoped the larger country had just offered. “I promise to be just as gentle…”
Germany nodded. He got down on all fours and waited. True to his word, his little buddy gently prepared him, caressing him while he spoke softly in Italian. He took his time, the urgency of the moment having passed, in spite of his own discomfort. It was with a sense of trepidation, that Italy moved to kneel behind him and grabbing Germany’s hip with one hand, he lined up his cock with the other and slowly pushed inside. Italy moaned softly, his friend was even tighter than the girls whose virginity he had taken through the centuries, and as he grabbed onto his friend’s other hip, he had the feeling he was not going to last very long.
Germany moaned softly. It hurt, but the sense of fullness also felt good. It was a different kind of pleasure and he wondered if he and Italy could take turns, giving and receiving. His breathing quickening in time to Italy’s gentle rhythm, he moaned along with him when Italy finally climaxed. Germany felt him pull out and it hurt, but he did care. He and his little buddy had just spent the most intimate moments of his life together. He felt like the heroine in one of his racier romance novels and the idea brought a touch of pink to his cheeks.
Italy, after cleaning himself off, leaned in and kissed Germany. His curiosity satisfied, he found much to his delight; he wanted to do this again, but only with his friend. “Ve… Germany?”
“Yeah?”
“We can do this again, right?” Italy looked shyly at him.
Germany blushed. “Yeah… “
“Good.” Italy got up out of bed. “Should we shower again?”
“I think so and then we should probably get some sleep; it’s getting late.” Germany got up as well.
They walked to the bathroom and this time the jockeying for space was not as awkward. Showering together, they further explored the bodies in a way they could not, and did not, earlier, but it was also tempered by the fact that both felt somewhat sated. After they were finished “washing” each other, they got out and dried off.
Italy crawled into bed. He watched Germany walk over to his dresser, like he always did after a shower. This time, instead of pulling out some clean underwear, he turned around and headed over to the bed. Italy smiled. His best friend and now lover was going to sleep naked with him. It was another one of those things concerning Germany that he wished would happen and he was amazed when it did.
Germany got back into bed. He rolled onto his side, cradling his head on his arm. He reached out to caress his little buddy’s cheek, a shy smile tugging the corners of his mouth briefly upwards in a smile.
Italy reached up to cover his hand with his own as he leaned into his touch. “Ve…” he said softly.
“Sleep well, Italy…”
“You too…” Italy said as he rolled over, facing away from him. “Ve…” he said softly when Germany moved to spoon in behind him and put his arm around him, holding him close.
Germany lay there, listening to his little buddy’s breathing. He could not believe he was actually holding him close and that they were both naked and that he felt more comfortable doing it now than he had before when he had been dressed. As he lay there, Germany found that he liked it, although, he was somewhat upset with himself for not giving into what he now realized was his little buddy’s subtle seduction. He kissed Italy’s shoulder. “Sleep well…”
“You too…”
“Thanks…” Germany said softly. He gave his little buddy a one armed hug, thinking how wonderful it was to be with him as they drifted off to sleep.
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #20: Sleepover
Word Count: 2771
Rating:M for gratuitous nudity and adult situations
Summary:Italy and Germany take their relationship one step further…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me…
Germany turned off the taps in the shower, and grabbing his towel, he stepped out of it. While he was drying off, his little buddy, Italy, was stripping down to his skin. There was barely enough room in the bathroom for one, let alone two, and every time they would accidentally brush up against each other, Italy would smile. After a bit of tight maneuvering, in which they had rubbed up against each other, his little buddy got into the shower, while Germany felt oddly cheated by whole experience.
Leaving his towel behind in the hamper, Germany padded into his bedroom. He walked over to his dresser, intending to get a clean pair of boxers and an undershirt, when he decided against it. Italy was always after him to sleep in his skin like he did, so Germany decided he would too, telling himself he was only doing because the night was so warm and the sheets cool. He crawled into bed, luxuriating in the feel of the cool crisp cotton against his skin. Germany could just hear his little buddy singing over the sound of the water running in the shower. He closed his eyes and much to his horror, the image of his little buddy showering came to mind. Even more horrifying, those thoughts were making him hard as he realized he did not care. All those nights of dreaming about a pretty auburn-haired fräulein, were really dreams about his little buddy.
While Germany lay there, trying to stop thinking about his little buddy so as not to embarrass the two of them when he got out of the shower, the water went off in the bathroom. He felt a moment of panic and that was enough to cool his ardor where Italy was concerned. Sitting up, he swung his legs out of bed and was about to get up and go get dressed when he heard his little buddy enter the room.
“Ve…”
“Italy?” Germany turned around to face him, keeping the sheets firmly over his lap. He quickly averted his eyes, as his little buddy was unabashed in his nakedness, reminding Germany of his own nudity. When Italy crawled into bed with him, Germany sighed softly. It was too late now to get dressed, so he simply lifted the sheets and got back into bed.
Italy snuggled up next to his friend, despite the heat from the warm summer night. Normally Germany slept in his underwear, but tonight for some reason he opted for skin, not that Italy was complaining. He ran his hand lightly over his friend’s broad chest and it was all he could do to keep from throwing a leg across Germany’s hips, and rubbing against him. “Ve…” he sighed softly.
“You alright?” Germany’s voice rumbled deep in his chest.
“Yeah… I was just thinking how nice it is that you’re going to sleep naked like me.” Italy smiled up at him. He was sorely tempted to crawl on top of his friend, the way he did in the morning to wake him up. While he had never slept with a man before, he had had his fair share of pretty girls, but there was something about Germany, that had him wanting to experience it with his friend. He was positive his friend was a good lover, judging by the various types of porn he had in his collection, and Italy found himself growing hard the more he thought about it. Giving into temptation, he simply crawled on top of his friend.
Germany frowned; his little buddy’s behavior was making him uncomfortable on the one hand, and on the other, he wished Italy would rub against him again and again. Italy was close enough to kiss and the thought of kissing him, and kissing him deeply had Germany getting hard. He tentatively wrapped his arms around his little buddy, holding him close. When he let out a soft “ve…” Germany kissed him hungrily and all thoughts, of what he was doing and wanted to do him, promptly left his head as instinct took over.
Italy responded in kind, deepening the kiss and diving back in for more, when they came up for air. He tasted of toothpaste and smelled faintly like the beers they had drank with dinner. Not Italy minded. His friend had his big, strong arms around him and as they kissed, Italy felt Germany’s hand gently caressing his butt. “Ve... Germany…?” he murmured softly against his friend’s lips.
“What?” Germany replied, his voice, low and husky. He had been fantasizing about holding onto his little buddy’s hips and taking him from behind, and he hoped that if and when the time came, he would be able to do it. Painfully inexperienced, the closest he had come to having sex, was jerking off while watching porn.
Italy kissed him and pulled back slightly. “You wanna… you know?” Italy smiled as he waited for an answer, while a delicate blush spilled across his friend’s cheeks.
Germany, his mouth going suddenly dry, swallowed. He nodded in reply.
“I’ll need some lube…” Italy said in the same tone of voice he would use when putting together a shopping list with his friend. He did not like the panic he saw in his friend’s eyes when he asked about the lube and he hoped his light tone would ease whatever fears he had.
Germany panicked. His little buddy was very calm about taking control and that alone was enough to upset him, adding sex to the mix was downright frightening. Since he was painfully inexperienced, Germany just assumed Italy would be ploughing his arse and not the other way around. Nervous, he panted as he tried calming himself, but Italy apparently mistook it as ardor, if his smile was any indication.
“You okay?” Italy asked. He was ready to call it off if his friend wanted, figuring they could just jerk off and call it a night.
“Yeah…” Germany forced himself to smile back at him.
“Oh okay…” Italy replied. He playfully kissed his friend’s chin. Looking up at him impishly, he said, “Where did you say the lube was again?” ignoring the fact that his friend had never told him in the first place. He smiled as he waited patiently for an answer. Even though he wanted nothing more than to grind his hips into his friend’s to get a bit of friction happening, he treated this like it was no big deal.
It did the trick and as the panic he felt subsided, Germany was able to think clearly. “It’s in the bedside table,” he said, silently thanking his brother for giving him a tube “just in case.”
Italy leaned over and pulled the drawer open, revealing the lube. He grabbed it and sat up, straddling Germany’s hips. Leaning forward, Italy kissed his friend, before sliding back a bit. He opened the lube, squirting a bit onto his fingertips, rubbing them together to warm it up. He could feel Germany’s eyes on him, watching his every move with the same intensity he used when watching him train. It was a bit unnerving, but he flashed one of his trademark smiles at his friend, and taking Germany’s cock in hand, he spread the lube over the head.
Germany moaned softly. His little buddy’s deft touch was send little jolts of pleasure down his spine, where it pooled deep in his cock. It was only his panic over being inexperienced and doing something that would hurt Italy that kept him from cumming. Just when he had things under control in his head Italy handed him the lube.
“Ve… Germany…?”
“What…?”
“Can you help me?”
Germany nodded. He had seen similar scenes in some of the porn he had watched with Prussia and he took a small measure of comfort in the familiar. When Italy got off him so that he could turn around without kicking him, Germany took the opportunity to sit up. Italy, facing away from him, stretched like a cat and Germany caressed his butt. Spreading Italy’s cheeks, he touched his entrance.
Italy tensed. His friend and soon to be lover’s finger felt dry and he cringed at the thought of his large finger pushing inside him. It never happened, instead, he heard Germany flip open the cap on the lube and squirt some out.
Germany lubed up his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up, before spreading his little buddy’s cheeks with one hand. He gently rubbed the lube around Italy’s tight entrance, before repeating the process. This time he slowly pushed his finger inside as the two of them moaned softly. He pushed it in and out, before adding more lube and another finger. Just touching his little buddy in such an intimate manner, pushed him closer to his release.
Italy felt the same way, despite the initial pain. His big, strong Germany was surprisingly gentle, but he wanted and needed to feel him inside. “Ve… Germany?”
“Yeah…?”
“I’m ready…” Italy breathed. I hope… He turned around, facing him.
“O-okay… what do you want me to do?” Germany said, mentally kicking himself over how stupid he sounded.
“Just lay back and…” Italy smiled as he stroked Germany’s cock, “hold him out. I’m going to try sitting on him and you’ll let me know if I’m hurting you, right?”
“Yeah…” Germany swallowed. “And you too. I want to know if I’m hurting you as well.”
“Okay.”
Holding his cock away from his body, Germany watched as Italy attempted to impale himself on it. He moaned softly when the tip just penetrated past his little buddy’s tight ring of muscle. It felt so good; it was all he could do to keep from cumming, although the look on his little buddy’s face helped. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Italy paused. Germany’s clumsy attempts at prepping him had not really worked. As big as his fingers were and as gently as he had lubed him up, Italy still felt painfully stretched. He took a deep breath and pushed a bit more against his friend’s cock. “No…” he finally said and smiled.
Germany shot him a look that said he didn’t believe him for an instant, despite his little buddy’s terrible attempt at a reassuring smile. “Italy…” he sighed.
“What?”
“Let’s try another position. I think…” Germany felt his cheeks heating up. “I think it’ll work better if you were on all fours.” He sincerely hoped it would. Taking into account all the porn he had seen, and discounting the fact that it was staged and somewhat removed from reality, it had still looked like the guy, whose arse was being ploughed, was enjoying it. And Germany wanted nothing more than his little buddy to experience as much pleasure as possible from the experience.
Italy got off him. Things felt a bit better, but he was disappointed it hadn’t worked. As he got down on his hands and knees, his friend reached for the lube, making the bed dip. Italy closed his eyes and when Germany lubed him up again, he seemed more sure of himself. His self confidence had Italy relaxing and when his friend tried penetrating him again, things went a bit more smoothly.
Germany moaned softly as he pushed his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Italy felt so tight around him as he tried to move in and out. He was so afraid of hurting his little buddy; he was not able to fully enjoy himself. His body, however, had no such worries and after a few minutes of attempting to get a rhythm going and failing miserably, Germany came. He moaned softly as he did so, and still joined together, he leaned forward, kissing Italy’s back. Germany pulled out of him and sat back on his heels as he reached for a tissue.
“Are you okay, Italy?” he asked as he cleaned his cock off.
“Yeah…”
“Good. I-I was afraid I had hurt you.” Germany gently wiped his little buddy’s butt. Gathering the tissues together, he wadded them up into a ball, tossing them in his wastepaper basket.
Italy sat back on his heels. He was painfully hard and the sense of awkwardness that suddenly descended left him unsure if he should take care of the problem himself or wait to see if Germany would do it for him.
“Ve… Germany?”
“Italy… Do you ummm…” Germany started to say when he noticed his little buddy had not cum. He felt his cheeks heating up as embarrassment threatened to overwhelm him, but he soldiered on, “I can… ummm… if you want…?”
“Can I ummm…?” Italy trailed off. He found Germany’s shyness very endearing and he was touched by what he had hoped the larger country had just offered. “I promise to be just as gentle…”
Germany nodded. He got down on all fours and waited. True to his word, his little buddy gently prepared him, caressing him while he spoke softly in Italian. He took his time, the urgency of the moment having passed, in spite of his own discomfort. It was with a sense of trepidation, that Italy moved to kneel behind him and grabbing Germany’s hip with one hand, he lined up his cock with the other and slowly pushed inside. Italy moaned softly, his friend was even tighter than the girls whose virginity he had taken through the centuries, and as he grabbed onto his friend’s other hip, he had the feeling he was not going to last very long.
Germany moaned softly. It hurt, but the sense of fullness also felt good. It was a different kind of pleasure and he wondered if he and Italy could take turns, giving and receiving. His breathing quickening in time to Italy’s gentle rhythm, he moaned along with him when Italy finally climaxed. Germany felt him pull out and it hurt, but he did care. He and his little buddy had just spent the most intimate moments of his life together. He felt like the heroine in one of his racier romance novels and the idea brought a touch of pink to his cheeks.
Italy, after cleaning himself off, leaned in and kissed Germany. His curiosity satisfied, he found much to his delight; he wanted to do this again, but only with his friend. “Ve… Germany?”
“Yeah?”
“We can do this again, right?” Italy looked shyly at him.
Germany blushed. “Yeah… “
“Good.” Italy got up out of bed. “Should we shower again?”
“I think so and then we should probably get some sleep; it’s getting late.” Germany got up as well.
They walked to the bathroom and this time the jockeying for space was not as awkward. Showering together, they further explored the bodies in a way they could not, and did not, earlier, but it was also tempered by the fact that both felt somewhat sated. After they were finished “washing” each other, they got out and dried off.
Italy crawled into bed. He watched Germany walk over to his dresser, like he always did after a shower. This time, instead of pulling out some clean underwear, he turned around and headed over to the bed. Italy smiled. His best friend and now lover was going to sleep naked with him. It was another one of those things concerning Germany that he wished would happen and he was amazed when it did.
Germany got back into bed. He rolled onto his side, cradling his head on his arm. He reached out to caress his little buddy’s cheek, a shy smile tugging the corners of his mouth briefly upwards in a smile.
Italy reached up to cover his hand with his own as he leaned into his touch. “Ve…” he said softly.
“Sleep well, Italy…”
“You too…” Italy said as he rolled over, facing away from him. “Ve…” he said softly when Germany moved to spoon in behind him and put his arm around him, holding him close.
Germany lay there, listening to his little buddy’s breathing. He could not believe he was actually holding him close and that they were both naked and that he felt more comfortable doing it now than he had before when he had been dressed. As he lay there, Germany found that he liked it, although, he was somewhat upset with himself for not giving into what he now realized was his little buddy’s subtle seduction. He kissed Italy’s shoulder. “Sleep well…”
“You too…”
“Thanks…” Germany said softly. He gave his little buddy a one armed hug, thinking how wonderful it was to be with him as they drifted off to sleep.