Hot tub under the stars

[tomatesespanol]

The sun was lowering in the sky and the stars were beginning to slowly blink into life like a blanket of tiny jewels from where the two young men stood on the balcony of the beautiful french chateau. The spring air was still warm and slightly sweet as Antonio took in the sights with a deep, satisfied sigh. It had been quite the eventful and exciting day so far; flying from Barcelona to Cannes to head to the chalet to meet up with old friends, make new ones, see the proof that Gilbert really WAS head over heels in love, and then there was the bombshell that Francis and his Ingles had gotten MARRIED. Antonio was also proud of his Lovi. His amore had made a lot of progress so far by actually socializing with the other house guests beyond just cursing at Gilbert in Italian for their typical family squabbles. A doofy grin still lingered over the Spaniard's face as well as he shed his clothing and climbed into the hot tub. During their little siesta in their room earlier, Lovino had come closer than he had so far in their entire relationship to finally accepting and coming to terms with his feelings that he had always tried to combat. It felt good to know that he could make his Lovi feel good. All of the other sappy couples had slowly begun retreating to their rooms for the evening after a great meal and a considerable amount of carousing, and now it was just Antonio and Lovino out on the deck.

"Are you coming in, Lovi?" Antonio settled down in the bubbling water and extended a tanned hand to his boyfriend who stood there looking out over the balcony. "The water is nice once you sit down."

Maybe if the spaniard was lucky, he would get a kiss tonight, but he still counted himself one of the most privileged men on earth to be spending such a beautiful evening with somebody like Lovino. Damn did he ever have it bad...