Hot tub under the stars

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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

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Lovino had just finished brushing his teeth and was taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of a clean mouth. He smiled to himself, maybe being stuck in Cannes with a bunch of lovey-dovey couples wasn't such a bad thing after all; he was feeling a great deal better than earlier today.

Lovi rolled his eyes when Antonio interrupted his thinking, "Hold on! You can wait a few more seconds."

He quickly pulled a loose shirt over his head to help the lotion stay on his skin, knowing well enough that he'd probably just end up wrestling it off later in his sleep. After turning off the bathroom light, he headed out to see Tony sitting on the bed just as he expected: happily smiling and waiting for him. He felt a bit awkward, but thankfully no where as near as awkward as before.

"See, I'm here now. It didn't kill you to wait a few extra seconds did it?"

Lovi gave a small huff as he sat down on the bed and made himself a little bit comfortable before glancing over at Antonio. He glanced over a few more times before quickly leaning over and giving the boxer-wearing Spaniard a kiss on the temple.

"Thank you for helping me with my lotion... it felt nice. And thanks for all that other stuff you did too."

He knew that it wasn't the kiss Tony was talking about, but it felt right to give him one after today.

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While he waited for Lovino to finish in the bathroom to join him, Antonio wriggled his toes out in front of him, once again with a bright smile on his tanned face. Sure it had been a long day and they'd done a lot of talking, but....Lovi had agreed to a goodnight kiss! That was more than worth looking forward to. The spaniard still had a little pent-up energy from the hot tub, so the possibility of getting a little carried away was there, but he wasn't going to consciously try to break his poor boyfriend's brain...even though Lovi looked so adorable when he blushed like that.

"No, Lovi. It didn't kill me. I'm still alive and okay over here." Antonio chuckled at the bit of sass he received before the Italian joined him on the bed. The kiss caught him a little by surprise. It wasn't a full, on the lips, kiss, but something quick, shy, and completely unexpected. Tony had been caught up with fondly watching Lovino's endearing efforts to shuffle around and get comfortable, so he'd missed his chance at following up on the kiss before Lovi shyly began to speak again.

"You don't have to thank me for any of the things I do for you, cuerido." Antonio calmed his sunny grin somewhat, turning to face Lovino and resting a hand on the Italian's leg, his thumb brushing back and forth along the fabric of his pj's. "But just so we're even...thank you for washing my back. You are very good at back rubs, you know."

He couldn't resist that smile when Lovi looked down with that frown and blush around the cheeks that he just couldn't get enough of. It was now or never. If Antonio was going to get his goodnight kiss without getting smacked, he was going to have to make it count.

"Lovi?" He questioned, breaking the momentary silence. When Lovino looked up at the sound of his name, Antonio took the hand that had been resting on his boyfriend's leg and cupped the Italian's chin, turning it gently so that they were looking at one another again. Then without another word, Antonio leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to Lovino's, savouring the gentle warmth of the lips which tasted of clean, minty toothpaste. It was difficult to tell when he'd started deepening the kiss, but he soon found himself carding his fingers through soft red-brown locks and allowing his tongue to ever so gently run across where their lips met, searching for more.

Antonio wasn't entirely aware of his actions, but at least Lovi didn't seem to mind yet.

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Lovino was glad that Antonio's affections didn't seem to muddle his brain as much this time around. He felt so pleasantly warm, like he was going to float away.

The hand running through his hair was certainly a shock, but Lovi noticed that his dumb curl was being left alone and enjoyed the attention; simply savoring how gentle the Spaniard was being.

I think I'm getting the hang of this being in love thing. Maybe I could start calling Tony my b-o-oh dio

The feel of Antonio's tongue on his lips made Lovino's brain finally just wave the white flag. His breath hitched and his mouth opened slightly to let out a small sound of surprise, only to trail off into a soft moan. Lovi felt his face getting hotter, and he was sure he was blushing all the way up to his ears.

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When Lovino's lips parted just that barest bit, the sound that escaped sent Antonio's mind toppling headlong into oblivion. He could all but taste the way his boyfriend's mind began to melt into the touch of his hand through the soft auburn hair, the mental hang-ups and inhibitions slowly beginning to chip away like crackling paint. Not meaning to break Lovino's brain any further, but too caught up in the moment to restrain himself, Antonio took that breif gasping moan as an opportunity to deepen the kiss just that little bit further.

The hand whose fingers gently carded through Lovino's hair guided the Italian's head closer and to the side a little, allowing for a better angle as their tongues tentatively met in the middle, testing and tasting as if it were the very first time. A long, satisfied sigh escaped the spaniard as he continued to kiss his boyfriend, savouring each touch of their skin and each little sound of surprise and pleasure that was made. He was supposed to be behaving and being the good, patient boyfriend, but that taste...those sounds...everything that was his Lovino...he just couldn't help himself.

Their lips tangled together and Antonio's gentle, nimble hands found their way to the hem of Lovino's shirt, ghosting over the skin of his smooth waist to grip and knead at his lower back. It was at the breif tensing of the body in his grasp that Antonio suddenly realized what was happening. His green eyes opened wide and he released the kiss, sitting back in his prior spot with a look on his face like a child who knew he was about to be scolded for something he'd done wrong. He wiped the small bit of lingering saliva from his lip before managing to mumble out a quiet, red-faced apology.

The kiss had definitely had an effect on Antonio and the boxer-clad spaniard grabbed one of the pillows from next to him and placed it on his lap where he then let his hands hang. "I...ummmm...yeah...lo siento, Lovi."

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Lovino had only barely been aware of Antonio's advance, he had been completely entranced by the kiss. The second he felt Tony break away he flopped over and clutched a pillow to his face, trying to desperately hide a blush that he was sure would make him glow in the dark.

After realizing that he was gasping for air, he relaxed his hold on the pillow so that he could actually breathe. His body felt like a molten puddle, his brain could think of nothing but all the details of that kiss... and that sigh that Antonio made. It just sent his entire self back into reliving it, feeling so wonderfully and strangely loved. He slowly felt himself coming back to almost normal thoughts, only to become aware of something more distressing.

...oh merda.

Still with the pillow over his face, Lovino quickly flopped onto his stomach. He glanced over to Antonio, who seemed to be dealing with a similar problem. Lovi didn't trust his brain or his mouth to say anything coherent yet, so he simply scooted sideways over to Tony, so at least their bodies were touching in some way. He knew that this small action would at least get across that he wasn't mad. Maybe a tiny bit miffed, but it was more at his brain. And he was defiantly embarrassed, but that wasn't abnormal any more.

They had shared kisses before, but they didn't feel like this one at all; this was the first time he could honestly say (though not out loud) that he was beginning to really enjoy them.

If I wasn't so embarrassed, I'd flick his nose for filling my brain all this crap to deal with. My... my boyfriend is really hopelessly in love with me, isn't he?

So he lay there, quietly, right next to the guy he finally just let himself call his boyfriend, right beside that love-sick goofball that always did his best for him.

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Those few heartbeats that passed by with nothing but shuffling and tense sighs were wreaking havoc with Antonio's nerves. He'd been staring up at the ceiling, replaying that kiss in his mind when he felt the flustered form of his boyfriend curl in close to his side. Reflexively, Antonio's hand settled on Lovino's tensed back, rubbing soothing up and down motions as he tended to do whenever they were sitting together not doing particularly much at all. It was simply a natural action for him now. Tony simply remained like that for a few more moments, allowing Lovino time to figure out how to breathe again even though his own mind still wasn't fully recovered yet.

He hasn't cursed yet, or hit me either...and he hasn't walked away. Hopefully this is a good sign...

Finally, he could stand the silence no longer. With and exasperated sigh, Antonio let himself fall back onto the bed, taking the pillow from his lap and stuffing it underneath his head. Hell, Lovi HAD TO know what was under that pillow by now, so what was the point of hiding it? Luckily the yellow boxers he was wearing were brand new, so the gap in the front was buttoned securely enough to not let anything peek out. "If it makes you feel any better, cuerido, that even surprised me." Antonio wasn't sure exactly what he should have said to make everything ease up and make sense, but that was what being in a serious relationship was like, right?

Poke, poke. "Are you okay, Lovi?" Antonio poked at the top of his boyfriend's rumpled-haired head. "If you want me to sleep on the floor after that, I'm okay. I seriously didn't try to trick you into that when I asked for a goodnight kiss. En serio."

Wherever he ended up sleeping that night, there was no doubt that he was going to savour that kiss for as long as he could. Since he first started expressing his interest in the normally cranky and confused Italian, Antonio had learned to take what victories he could. Big or small. He only hoped that this particular victory didn't land him back in the "single" zone.

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Lovino gave a miffed groan when his back rubs suddenly stopped, only to be replaced with a few soft pokes. He propped his chin on his pillow so he could look in Antonio's direction.

"I know you didn't mean for it to get so, um, intense. And, I'm fine... all kinds of embarrassment and a fuzzy brain won't kill me. I- I do trust you, you know."

At the mention of Tony settling down on the floor, Lovi felt a small pang of guilt mixed with appreciation. He wasn't anywhere close to being that mad at him, but here the goof was offering to avoid him for the rest of the evening if that's what he wanted.

If he's not doing stuff to my brain or my body he's making me feel strange in other ways...

A small edge of irritation crept into his voice; he hated feeling guilty, "And, and don't you fucking dare sleep on the floor unless you either are going to camp with me down there or you want me to drag your culo back up on the bed. I'm not mad at you. I'm just stubborn and cranky and not good with words or actions or any of this amore related junk yet! I know how to cuddle... so you can at least let me do that."

As if to prove his point, he scooted closer to the Spaniard and cuddled the nearest tanned arm, making sure his bottom front half was still down on the mattress. Lovino felt the irritation and bravado quickly leave him as he looked up at Tony's face, with a rather pleading look.

"I want to sleep well, like how I- well, we did earlier. So can you stay up here, per favore?"

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Antonio felt that doofy, sunny grin finally return to his face when Lovi cursed at him and emphatically insisted that he keep his tanned culo on the bed. Lovino did indeed know how to cuddle, and Tony always looked forward to those quiet moments when it was just the two of them and he felt those sleepy arms slide around his middle and hug tightly, almost as if the Italian were secretly afraid of letting go for fear of waking up alone. It felt good. Antonio loved how Lovi cuddled, and he gave back as much as he received as often as he could.

"Alright, Lovi." Antonio said with a smile as his tension quickly receded. His shorts were still a bit snug, but Lovi seemed to be in the same situation, so he decided not to worry about it at all. If it became a problem then they could either find a way to relieve the tension or simply allow it to subside on its own. "Of course I'll stay up here on the bed with you, cuerido. It would probably be more comfortable if we shifted a little bit though."

Gathering Lovino's body in his arms, Antonio shifted their bodies so that they were laying properly on the bed instead of cross-ways like they were. Once they were settled, he tugged the blanket out from under them and brought it up to their shoulders, covering both of them in soft warmth. Antonio lay on his back, his boyfriend snuggled in close to his side, and a stupidly pleased look on his face. He could feel the warm breath on his bare chest and it tickled a little bit, honestly. "There. Is that better? I know how you hate getting cold. That's probably why you always end up with all of the blankets at night. Mi ladrón mantita."

Antonio chuckled at that one, loving the way his boyfriend's leg draped over his underneath the covers. "I know I will be alright, but what about you, cuerido? Think you'll be able to fall asleep?"

((mi ladrón mantita= my blanket thief))

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Lovino was really glad that things felt a little more relaxed now. Pleased with the warmth from being wrapped up in a blanket, he tried to make himself a bit more comfortable by laying his head on Antonio's upper arm and closing his eyes. Lovi couldn't help a small smile at the smile he could hear in Tony's voice. He let him self relax fully.

"I'll be fine. And it's not my fault I can't wake up if I feel even slightly cold! I guess if you keep close though I won't steal as much; a-as long as my boyfriend keeps me plenty warm I shouldn't hog them."

There, I said it. Now to shut my brain up so I can sleep...

"Goodnight. And try not to snore."

He shifted slightly, only to realize how nice his cheek felt on Tony's shoulder, and also now pleasant he smelt. Lovi gave a soft huff, trying to distract himself with thoughts about what kind of food would be served for breakfast.

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"Alright. I promise I will try not to snore, cuerido. But if you want to talk in your sleep like you do sometimes, I am okay with that. It is muy lindo." Antonio kissed his boyfriend's head and chuckled with a warm smile even though he felt like getting out of bed and dancing around the room like an excited goof. It took him two years of constant rejection to even get Lovino to accept him at all and after yet another year Antonio had to mentally shake himself because he was pretty sure he just heard something that he didn't expect but had been hoping for.

Did I just hear him say that? Lovi finally called me his boyfriend!

Shifting himself into a more comfortable sleeping position, Antonio gathered Lovino up in his arms, giving him an increasingly drowsy, but contented, hug. He was perfectly alright with Lovi stealing the covers this time because he had gotten to hear that one thing that he'd been waiting to hear for so long. There were more than a few night where Antonio had turned up at Francis' door, scraggly, drunk beyond measure, and utterly despondent from the notion that he might never get to be that eventually Lovino would get tired of his attempts and finally just reject him alltogether. Not so much anymore. The sunny, seemingly carefree spaniard never asked for much. He just wanted to know that Lovi felt the same way about him.

"Gracias, mi amor." He whispered in his own language softly into Lovino's ear before letting their heads rest together. Their soft brown and auburn hair falling together between them. As he slowly began drifting off to sleep, Antonio left one last kiss against his boyfriend's cheek before his breath mellowed out, landing softly against the warm skin where he'd placed the kiss. "Te amo..."

The fact that his shorts were still a little awkward and uncomfortable didn't bother him at all as he fell asleep. He had his Lovi and that was all that mattered. He fell asleep happy as a clam before the scene of their goodnight kiss began slowly seeping into his dreams...

He wondered whether or not Lovi would remember it too...

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Lovino stayed awake for a little while, thinking to himself as he looked over Antonio's sleeping face. He felt himself drifting off too, pleasantly warm and relaxed.

Goofball... even smiles in his sleep...

For the most part Lovi's dreams tonight were rather boring and with nothing of much notice, so most of the night he spent getting a good rest. However things took a very different turn when Antonio suddenly appeared out of nowhere a giant purple tomato suit, smiling like always. Tony pranced up to him, saying something he couldn't quite make out, and started to hug and kiss him like they had been apart for a very long time.

But before Lovi could comment on the strange colored fruit outfit, he found the earlier scene of the goodnight kiss playing out again. He thought about waking up, but his curiosity and the sensations he was feeling made him reconsider.

He felt Tony's hand sneak up the back of his shirt and gave a moan as he shuddered and leaned back onto the bed. Before he knew it his shirt was gone and his boyfriend's hand had snaked down his pants and past his the elastic of his boxers. Lovi heard a gasp and realized he was responsible; Antonio was too busy with his ministrations and whispering various sweet nothing's into Lovi's ear. His mouth was dry as he tried to suck in as much air to help his poor brain, and the heat that seemed to be all over him. Suddenly there was another hand playing with his blasted curl, and he gave a massive shudder as he fell headlong off the edge.

Lovino gasped as he practically jumped off his pillow as he woke up, completely forgetting that Antonio was right next to him. He tried to get out of the tanned arms but found it rather difficult.

Just a dream... that... bastard, he... oh merrrda.....

He tried again in ernest to escape, he needed a change of pants and underpants before Tony woke up.

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With how deep and peaceful a sleeper Antonio tended to be, he barely even registered Lovino's shuddering movements at first. All of the breathy gasps and barely hidden groans melded in with his own steady breath, allowing him to sleep right through his boyfriend's unexpected nocturnal "moment".

However, when Lovino jolted awake, attempting to pry himself out of his arms, Tony blinked his groggy eyes a few times, letting them settle closed again as he gathered his antsy boyfriend into another sleepy hug. "Mmmmm...¿qué te pasa, cuerido?" He mumbled in Spanish, nuzzling Lovi's neck, a smile on his face even during sleep.

He had no idea of the predicament that his boyfriend was in, nor did he realize how those soft groans that he hadn't quite noticed before affected him. All the spaniard knew was that sleeping was comfortable and his Lovi had finally admitted to liking him enough to call him his boyfriend. Antonio snuggled up closer to Lovino, his sleeping form curling up flush with the awkwardly trapped Italian. It was fairly close to morning by this stage, but he'd gotten so used to the way his body behaved in the early hours that he didn't even register that it might make the current situation a little awkward.

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Though it wasn't said anywhere like the Spanish that had been whispered in his ear by Antonio in his dream, Lovino still felt himself get goosebumps and shudder as he heard the drowsy question. The nuzzling on his neck didn't help him keep calm either.

"N-nothing's wrong! I just need t-"

Then he felt something poking him; Tony's something. Lovi went totally still, knowing that if he accidentally hit it or touched it in any way, it would more than likely wake up his drowsy boyfriend or lead to something else.

Diodiodio, this can't be happening. Why can't this be the dream? A dream that I can wake up from a bit embarrassed and confused but in dry pants...

Lovi carefully tried to squirm out, hoping that Tony's grip would loosen. He needed to escape and clean himself up before Tony noticed.

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Antonio could probably have continued sleeping right through until the afternoon were it not for the stirring of the warm body in his arms reminding him that he had a bladder that needed relief. It wasn't incredibly urgent, but with how drowsy he was and how distracted he could get cuddling with Lovi in the mornings, he knew he would have to start moving his culo now.

"Mmmmm...Buenos días, guapo." Antonio spoke with a voice still soft and low from sleep, placing a kiss to Lovino's jawline, up by his ear. A smile drew at the corners of his mouth when he noticed that, as with every morning, the blankets were all bundled and hoarded over on his boyfriend's side of the bed. He gave one last lazy hug before letting go and raising himself off the bed to get up. He stopped, however, as he hovered over top of Lovino, unable to resist the look on his face and that practically edible red flush to his cheeks.

"So..." Antonio looked down at Lovino with half-lidded eyes through his soft brown "bed hair". His shorts were crooked and the light coming in through the gap in the curtain fell across the tanned skin of his back. He seemed to not even register how frantically nervous and tense Lovino seemed to be. Small distractions like this were the reason why Antonio had begun the slow process of getting up for the bathroom so soon before he really needed to go. "Did my Lovi sleep well? If you had any dreams about me, I hope they were good."

Oh that beautiful spanish goof had NO IDEA...

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Lovino made the tiniest of noises as he was complimented again and kissed up by his ear. He swallowed thickly, trying desperately to wait for an opening get up and scuttle to the bathroom. But before he could move, Antonio was hovering above him, making himself shrink back into the mattress to hope to keep some room between them.

This isn't fair, it can't be fair! He has to know, he's just... how can he do this to me and not even know?

The way Tony was looking down at him made his cheeks burn. He felt that he he was trapped by the gaze, and he couldn't look him in the eyes without more strange feelings fluttering about. Lovi floundered in his feelings for a moment until he was asked how he slept, and he tried vainly to keep himself from thinking about the dream. He was positive the pillow he had his head on was going to burst into flames at any moment.

"S-si. I slept fine..." He managed to squirm uncomfortably, feeling a desperate need for a freezing shower to calm every last bit of himself down. Lovino tried to give the mussed-haired Spaniard a pleading look, there was no way he was going to say any of what was going through his head out loud. His head was starting to feel rather muddled again, and he wanted to reach up and beat some sense into it.

Dammit, dammit, stop thinking about that... you're going to make it worse!

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Antonio could tell Lovino was getting more than a little flustered. He could see the near panic in those dark eyes and the way his body tensed up underneath him. Lovi was usually so groggy and slow to get moving in the mornings, but this time he seemed ten degrees of edgy and tense. A part of Antonio wanted to keep prodding to see what it was, but the softer, more considerate side of him knew that the priceless expression on his face wasn't worth the days of sleeping on the couch that would most likely follow.

"That's good, mi amor." Antonio smiled a sleepy smile and settled in nose to nose with his boyfriend, placing short featherlike kisses to his lips. "You are muy lindo when you sleep, you know. I got up in the night to get a drink and by the time I came back you were curled up in my spot. Too good." With one last breif kiss, Tony pushed himself up off of the bed, reaching up in a long, slow morning stretch, tired muscles shifting under tanned skin and yellow boxers clearly tented from the early morning lazy press of bodies. It happened every morning like clockwork and so never really seemed to bother him anymore.

"Oh merda..." the spaniard mumbled, adjusting the waistband of his yellow tomato boxers. "Don't you just hate it when your clothes get all twisted around?"