Music in his ears (Part 1)
anonymous
March 15 2009, 20:24:41 UTC
Sorry ; ; I've never written a fic before, but I really wanted to fill this one out. it doesn't have too much smut, but hopefully it's fluffy enough ;_; *Phail
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Re: Music in his ears (Part 2)
anonymous
March 15 2009, 20:30:31 UTC
He snapped out of his thoughts as he realised how close he was to Antonios house. It was just to get up of that damn hill, and his house would be there. He sighed as he passed the last houses on his way and the road began tilting upwards. His hands left his pockets as he began jogging, even if he didn't want to admit it he actually wanted to get there as soon as possible, even if he would never admit it, ever
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Re: Music in his ears (Part 3)
anonymous
March 15 2009, 20:32:40 UTC
Lovino would be so happy to hit his forehead once again if he could, but for some reason he didn't want to alert the Spainiard, whatever that happened he wanted him to continue to play.
The way he moved his hands as he strummed on the strings, how he went from the light and cheerfull tones to the darker in just one instant. Suddenly Lovino felt warm, even if he shouldn't. And it felt like he had rested his head in an oven for a long time.
Oh no. He just wasn't blushing. He just wasn't, he couldn't! In his mind, Lovino argued with himself, but the voice couldn't covince the other. If he went insane or not, he didn't know. But damn how hot the spainiard looked while he sat there and played, and damn how catchy the music was
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Re: Music in his ears (Part 5)
anonymous
March 15 2009, 20:38:32 UTC
Moaning a little as he began feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen he opened his mouth, and before he knew it he felt the taste of tomatoes and a tounge roaming around, investigating his mouth like never before.
After a while he had to take a break and pulled off, a string of saliva still connecting them as he painted heavily, like he had just ran a race for everything he was worth.
"Aaaw~ You look like a tomato!" Pulled out of his trance by the cheery voice, he looked up to see the stupid smile, but even Spain was blushing, just that the stupid grin was big enough to hide it all. Almost.
"Shut up." Lovino was too tired to complain. He felt Antonio pat his head, and Lovino relaxed for a moment and nuzzled his face into the crook of the spainiards neck. It was warm there, and comfy. And the repeated strokes from the spainiards hand over his short hair made him relaxed. Wondering what else those hands could do, he fell asleep.
And the only audience was Antonio and the stars shining in the blue sky.
Re: Music in his ears (Part 5)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 21:18:55 UTC
Not OP but... OMG that's not fail at all! Lovino is sooooooo IC, he's so tsundere, so sweeeeet... and I could almost HEAR Antonio's guitar... nya, very well-written! ^^
Starry night. Spain plays ~Spanish~ classical guitar under a tree and Lovino is secretly impressed and totally finding it hot.
Make a tired anon happy, authornons. ;A;
*offers soul on a plate*
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The way he moved his hands as he strummed on the strings, how he went from the light and cheerfull tones to the darker in just one instant. Suddenly Lovino felt warm, even if he shouldn't. And it felt like he had rested his head in an oven for a long time.
Oh no. He just wasn't blushing. He just wasn't, he couldn't! In his mind, Lovino argued with himself, but the voice couldn't covince the other. If he went insane or not, he didn't know. But damn how hot the spainiard looked while he sat there and played, and damn how catchy the music was ( ... )
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After a while he had to take a break and pulled off, a string of saliva still connecting them as he painted heavily, like he had just ran a race for everything he was worth.
"Aaaw~ You look like a tomato!" Pulled out of his trance by the cheery voice, he looked up to see the stupid smile, but even Spain was blushing, just that the stupid grin was big enough to hide it all. Almost.
"Shut up." Lovino was too tired to complain. He felt Antonio pat his head, and Lovino relaxed for a moment and nuzzled his face into the crook of the spainiards neck. It was warm there, and comfy. And the repeated strokes from the spainiards hand over his short hair made him relaxed. Wondering what else those hands could do, he fell asleep.
And the only audience was Antonio and the stars shining in the blue sky.
* * *Ohgodz it feels like I ( ... )
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