[Airtalia] Gil grinned as one hand released the yoke to flip three switches to his right. He adjusted his headphones so that they sat
correctly on his head before huffing and taking them off. His co-pilot murmured something about the altitude they were at but it was fine.
They were soaring with ease at 35,000 feet. "I'm taking a break," he told other, flipping the plane into auto-pilot before he made his way
to the door.
[*yoke is plane steering wheel]
[[So knowledgable <3]]
Lovino growled softly, making his rounds. Honestly, the plane had only just taken off, and already he wanted to throttle something. People
did *not* know how to follow the rules, at all. He was thankful that the upper-class sections of the plane were considerably quieter...
traveled through Coach, greeting random passengers and asking them their opinions of the flight so far. Upon seeing the pilot's hat perched
atop his head, they immediately flushed and flirted with him. Instincts told him to invite them into the 'Mile High Club' but, he had his
eye on a particular flight attendant today...
A particular flight attendant that was not in the mood to play Gilbert's games. He groaned inwardly when he saw the shock of silver hair,
topped by the pilot's hat, and he was half-considering turning around when a passenger called him over to ask a question about the food.
felt his ears perk as he heard the annoyed voice of the person he was searching for. Bidding adieu to the ladies, he swerved his way through
the seats and stood beside the other.
Lovino turned after answering the question as politely as possible, and his fake smile was immediately replaced by a frown. He ignored the
German, walking past him and continuing his rounds.
"Hey, is that anyway to treat the pilot of this plane? Things can happen~" He snickered, watching in amusement as heads whipped back in
shock. He told the passengers he was merely kidding before turning back to- Hey, where'd he go?
He'd rather have dealt with pushy passengers on Economy than Gilbert, so once the other wasn't paying attention, he high-tailed it out of
there. One good thing about Economy was the polite younger kids traveling without parents. He didn't mind paying attention to them; in fact,
they were some of the most sensible passengers on the plane a lot of the time. Unfortunately the flight was currently international, and no
sane parent would send a young child out of country on their own.
decided against calling out for the missing brunet aloud. Sure, he could care less about anyone listening in but, he did like his job. He
ducked through the divider between coach and business. Where on earth...? Ah! There he was. He stealthily made his way to the other. "Excuse
me, I need to borrow him for a moment," he charmingly smiled at a distressed foreign couple before stealing the brunet and leading him away.
Lovino yelped softly as the other appeared out of nowhere, excusing him away from the couple and pulling him away. "What the *hell* do you
think you're doing?!" he growled under his breath, forced to acknowledge Gilbert.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Might as well get straight to the point. He led them into the attendants resting area, removing the tray from the
peeved Italian's hands and placed it on the counter.
"I have a *job* to do, Gilbert!" He reached for his tray when the other took it away. "Those passengers don't speak English well! I'm the
only flight attendant that speaks Italian, dammit!"
No, something....something wasn't right. He jerked the other's chin up so that they were face to face. "Why so pissy today Lovi? Really,
it's like someone shit in your coffee this morning."
His cheeks tinted pink when the albino grabbed his chin, looking indignant. "I'm not *pissy*! Honestly, if you would just let me do my job
like I'm supposed to be than this flight would go a hell of a lot quicker!"
pressed his lips tightly, searching the amber eyes before releasing him and stepping to the side, allowing the other to pass. "If you say
so," he mumbled incredulously. There was something definitely wrong, and Gil was *determined* to find out what it was.
Lovino huffed, picking up his tray and leaving the other without another word. *Honestly*! He immediately returned to the poor couple he'd
been forced to abandon, sorting out their problem.
leaned against the class divider, eyes trailing after the hostile Italian. He didn't even harass the other this morning! Unless....someone
else had. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the thought.
Didn't harrass! He was planning on harrassing the Italian! Lovino was surprised that the other let him go so easily, but at least he didn't
have to think about the damn pilot any more, buzzing around on the plane busily and tending to passengers. He headed into First Class with a
tray balancing a few flutes of champagne on it.
growled possessively as he watched the brunet interact with the other passengers. He was about to step forward and *beat the shit* out of
that one guy who wouldn't stop staring at Lovi's ass- wait. He shook his head in a futile attempt to control his thoughts. What the hell is
he doing? He isn't....isn't acting like a jealous boyfriend or anything.
Gilbert "Fuck 'em and Chuck 'em" Beilschmidt, acting like an overprotective boyfriend? Even if Lovino noticed, he would have dismissed it to
being his imagination. The pilot just wanted to get into Lovino's pants; it was probably his goal to sleep with *all* the flight attendants.
The Italian yawned, noticing a lull in his activity as people started to relax.
...Just because he happened to have slept with several of the other attendants didn't mean that he wanted to sleep with them all....Gil slid
into the mini-kitchen and splashed water onto his face, schooling his emotions. What the *hell* was going on? He'd never reacted that
strongly before!
Well, Lovino wouldn't be a cheap lay in Gilbert's conquest. He paused to take a brief rest in the staff room, feet hurting a bit from being
on them for so long. The good thing about overnight flights was that it got incredibly quiet at night, something Lovino was looking forward
to.
[[/Makes shit up >w>]]
didn't recall when he had began to take special notice of the Italian. All he knew was that he was a mere step away from infatuation. Sure,
he had attempted to sleep with the other on multiple accounts. And yes, he did try to molest the other in his sleep, but that was only once!
In any case, he did regard the irritable male higher than his other...conquests.
If by 'once' then Gilbert meant 'at least three times on the same flight,' then yes, only once. One would think that Gilbert would have
better things to occupy his time with than harrassing Lovino, namely his *job*, but apparently not. Ugh, just thinking about it ruffed the
flight attendant's feathers. He dodged an airsick passenger heading for the restroom as he paced the plane.
Gil
was
going to tail after Lovi when the intercom went off, asking his to return to the cockpit. Sighing, he sulked his way back to his chair. It
Gil
was
only then did he notice the night sky. He pulled the mic piece over his mouth and said, "Hello passengers, thank you for flying Air German.
We are currently at 35,000 feet and soaring safely. The time now is 9:39 p.m. and we are 4 hours from landing. Please have a nice sleep."
Once he gets the bastard out of his thoughts, he has to hear the other... Lovino rolled his eyes, mentally mimicking everything the albino
said (no, he was *not* being childish...). Four hours. He could handle it...
[[Oh fuck, I forgot you sleep early ;x; /Lonely tune of loneliness]]
(( .... /amused ))
[[;v; /Preens]]
[Tis what I get for having younger siblings ;n;]
[[Aaah. ;3;]]
Sighing, Gil exited the pit once again. This time, however, he didn't go in search for the Italian. If he happened to bump into him, well
then, that's a different story. He made his way back to the mini-kitchen in hopes of raiding the fridge.
Of course, once you weren't looking for something, it would turn up. Lovino was already in the mini-kitchen, nibbling on a tomato happily.
turned the corner- Oh, well there he was. "Lovi," he grinned, opening the fridge and surveying the contents. Hmm, nobody will miss that
cake. He removed the plate and searched for a fork.
*Ugh*. "Dickface," he greeted back with a scowl, taking out his anger on a tomato with a harsh chomp.
[wait, what's gonna happen in the Frovi airtalia rp? ;w;]
[[;v; It takes place in the past. They'll sleep together, and it'll end up with Lovi having to leave that job. Mostly the reason why he
violently refuses Gilbert's every advance. He doesn't want to make that mistake again.]]
[;n; alright then]
"Well aren't you positively civil this evening," he chuckled, taking a bite out of the cake. "And what, if I may ask, made you so moody
today?"
[[S-sorry ;nnn;]]
"I'm not moody," he growled out, glaring at the other. He bit down on his tomato again, juices leaking out.
rolled his eyes at the sloppy eater, leaning down to press his thumb against the other's lip. Retracting his hand, he licked the juice off
of his thumb. "That's not half bad," he absentmindedly noted.
He blinked, and blushed bright red when the other touched him, stuttering. "W-what the h-hell was that?!"
"You had juice on your lip," he shrugged, returning his attention to his plate, idly watching the other stammer.
"That-- that d-doesn't give you the right t-to touch m-me!" He would have thrown his tomato, but he didn't want to waste it on Gilbert.
"Didn't see a napkin around," he pouted innocently, discreetly pushing the napkins behind the coffee maker with his elbow.
Grumbling angrily, he finished off his tomato, scowling at Gilbert. "Whatever. G-get the hell out of here."
snorted, working in his cake. "Don't tell me what to do," he muttered, getting comfortable just to spite the other.
He stood, glaring at the other. "I will if I want to! I don't want you in here!" He was the pilot, anyway, he should be in the front of the
plane!
smirked, stretching his legs so that it blocked Lovi's exit, if he even thought of leaving. "Well, what're you gonna do about it?"
"G-get out!" Lovino looked to be growing increasingly nervous with the other blocking the door, hands curling into fists to hide the fact
that they were shaking a bit.
snickered, not sensing the brunet's trembling fists at first. But when he did, his eyes narrowed, putting his plate down and standing up
straight. "Lovino," he addressed the Italian by his full name for the first time.
He flinched slightly when the other stood and said his name, taking a step back. He didn't respond, breath coming just barely quicker.
scowled at the other's reaction. What the hell had happened to Lovi? "Lovi," he said softly, slowly approaching the brunet.
He continued to back up as Gilbert came closer, until he finally bumped into the counter, eyes wide with fear. He looked around frantically,
resembling a caged animal.
felt his chest constrict before backing away, not being able to bear seeing the other so terrified. "I'll leave," he grunted, shoving his
clenched fists into his pockets. He blamed himself for pushing the other too far although he never did anything to harm the Italian.
He was still frozen in place, pupils dialated and breath coming in heavy gasps. This was too familiar, he couldn't make that mistake again!
felt his self-control slip through this fingers as Lovi made frightened little noises. 'Damn it all,' he cursed internally, reaching over to
pull the rigid form into his arms. "Why are you so scared?" his question was drenched with pleading, wanting the Italian to...just be
anything but terrified.
He went limp in the other's hold, trembling violently and eyes watering up. "I don't w-want to mess up again..." he sobbed softly, virtually
incoherently into the other's shoulder. "I d-didn't-- didn't mean t-to..."
felt each tear shoot through him, holding the other closer. "What happened Lovi?" he asked, rubbing the male's back soothingly.
"N-no..." he whispered weakly, sobbing harder. He might explode if he had to talk about it. It would make it more real, and cement the
legitimacy of his worries over his current feelings.
"I...I can't help you if you won't tell me what's wrong," he sighed. Whatever made Lovi act this way was starting to tear Gil down as well.
"I d-didn't mean to..." he choked out, shaking and clinging to the other. "I-I was stupid..."
racked his mind for ways to help calm the other down. "I'm sure whatever happened wasn't that bad..." He trailed off, not knowing what to
say.
He glanced up at the other, amber eyes swimming with tears. "It was..." he whispered softly. "I-I can't forget it..."
sighed, brushing the tears away. "What....what happened?" This, this was *torture*.
The Italian looked away, voice thick with pain and self-loathing. "I... t-threw away my virginity on a one night stand, was stupid enough to
fall i-in love with a flirt, and had t-to leave my job..." he whispered out, tears falling silently.
didn't know what to say. He was stunned speechless, that Lovi would do such a rash thing, it just wasn't like him. Gil was a bit offended
though, crushed that he was shoved into the same category as that...that *bastard* that played his Italian.
The other's silence made him want to curl up somewhere, shame crashing over him in waves. "I don't.... want t-to make the same mistake
a-again..." he breathed. "So if you... if y-you have any compassion, I'd a-appreciate if you'd stop t-trying to sleep with me. I don't want
my f-feelings jerked around again."
....Gil....would never get through to Lovi, would he? Ripping himself away he backed up, body completely rigid. "I'm nothing like him," he
growled, turning his back to the Italian. "But you're never going to believe me, are you?" He sighed hopelessly. God, his veins were
*screaming* at him to turn around but, what good would that do? He'd just be viciously compared to that *scum*.
He collapsed to the ground, curling up as he dissolved into violent sobs, heart aching. He didn't know if he could ever believe Gilbert. He
wanted to, but he didn't have a reason to. He didn't want to blur reality because he was in love again.
couldn't resist the urge to scoop the wailing brunet into his arms, carrying him to the attendants sleeping quarters. "...Get some rest," he
whispered, placing Lovi onto a small bed compartment. His lips hovered over the Italian's forehead before pulling away, not wanting the
other to misinterpret anything. Not like it mattered anyway.
He yelped in soft surprise when he was scooped up, but clung to the other all the way to the quarters. He blinked up at the other with tears
still budding at the corners of his eyes, before pulling the German down onto the bunk with him.
Gil
was
startled, to say the least. He quickly stuck his hands out to break his fall and not land on the smaller, more delicate male. "Lovi," he
sighed miserably. "I need to go."
He looked a bit wounded, flinching. "Oh, so you can slack all day, but now that I want your attention you 'have to go'?" He should've known
not to put faith in the other's words, and the hints that he might have actually cared about Lovino. At least he had a wake-up call before
he trusted the other.
lets out a breath of frustration. "I 'slack off all day' so I can-" he stopped, realizing he was just about to admit that he was making sure
some asshole wouldn't harass *his* Lovi. "Why now? We've worked for the same line for months, why pay attention now?" The brunet wasn't the
only one hurt. God dammit, he's been in love with Lovi since their first flight. And now, to have the other so close, yet so far and to be
ranked with some good for nothing-!
"Now?" He laughed bitterly, looking away as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I've been telling myself I didn't like you since you were first
nice to me. Pathetic or what?" It felt blissfully cathartic to get that off his chest.
"And you just judged me as some sick fuck who does what he wants and didn't stop to think for one second that he was watching out for you
this whole time?" He snarled, not understanding where this anger came from. He pulled himself away from the brunet before he did anything he
Gil
was
going to hate himself over.
He just stared at the other, shock in his eyes. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find something to say. "...So... sleeping with
o-others is how... y-you express your affection for me?" he finally whispered out.
"They were replacements since I never had a shot with you!" He ran his fingers through his hair, pacing the cramped space.
"You... always had a shot for a relationship, but not a quick fuck," he mumbled, staring at his lap. His was distressing to see Gilbert so
strung up about something.
stayed mute, afraid even more of his secrets would spill through fuming lips. Truthfully, he never knew how to approach Lovi. Since flirting
always worked for him, he was hoping it would work on the brunet as well.
It did, however, inadvertantly send the wrong message... He stood on shaky legs, stepping towards the other.
didn't notice Lovi, since his back was turned to the other. 'Great going, now he's gonna hate you and avoid you for the rest of your
career,' he mentally bashed himself.
He made it over to the other, and then, blushing bright, slipped his arms around the German, pulling him into a hug from behind.
nearly jumped as he was embraced. Turning around, he enveloped the other into his hold, burying his face into the soft brown hair.
He buried his tear-stained face into the albino's chest, nuzzling into it. Had the other always smelled so good?
"So where does this leave us now?" He mumbled, fingers rubbing circles on the small of the other male's back.
"Hopefully not s-stuck in unrequited love land any more..." he murmured shyly, blushing. A soft noise of approval escaped the brunette at
the rubbing.
kissed the top of the other's head, pulling away slightly. "I'd love to stay but, I've got a plane to fly," he replied regretfully.
He pulled away completely, moving to sit on a bunk. "...Wanna get something to eat, when we land?"
grinned, nodding. "We're staying in Italy for a couple of days," he notified the brunet. "Plane inspection and all that bullshit. Let's get
dinner."
Italy. *Fuck yes*. Offering the other a small smile, he nodded. "You're paying." It was still Lovino, obviously...
rolled his eyes before pressing his lips to the other's cheek quickly. "Oh course I would be," he mumbled sarcastically, leaving. He swerved
his way through the seats and made it to the cockpit in record time. Getting an earful from his co-pilot, he plops down in his chair and
puts on his headphones, telling traffic control that they were going to land. After getting approval, he announces through the intercom that
they were landing in 10 minutes. Barking orders left and right, he prepped for landing.
The Italian curled up in the bunk, and even though the plane was buzzing with eagerness to land, he still managed to fall asleep. He was
exhausted after all the crying and the night's events, and the warm feeling swelling in his chest comforted him.
Flipping the auto-pilot off, he regained control of the plane and began to slowly descend, watching the altitude meter spin. When they were
at 1,000 feet, the air strip had become visible. Flipping the switch that would let the landing gear down, he eased the plane onto the strip
and pulled the lever that would help them slow down. He pressed the mic for the intercom and let the passengers know that they could begin
calling their families.
Lovino slept blissfully through the landing, curled up on the bunk as the passengers did as they pleased, getting ready to leave the plane.
Another flight, survived.
officially parking the plane at the designated doorway, he sighed and took his headphones off. "Good work everyone," he grinned, shaking
hands with his team before going to get his luggage and his Italian.
*His* Italian? Gilbert was just a little possessive, wasn't he. The Italian cuddled a pillow, mumbling something softly in his sleep.
Although the attendants were the ones to check if everyone had left already, he did a clean sweep anyway. Coach and first class were clear.
He turned, walking into the attendants sleeping quarters- Lovi was still sleeping. Smirking, he stealthily made his way over and tousled the
Italian's hair. His finger brushed by this one stray curl. Cocking an eyebrow, he attempted to put it back in line.
Cheeks tinting bright red, he clung tighter to the pillow, a moan spilling past his lips as the other (unknowingly) fondled the curl. His
legs pressed together, panting, still asleep.
'What the...?' He thought to himself. That was *not* a normal reaction. "Lovi," he murmured, still trying to flatten that curl.
He moaned again, a bit louder, knees drawing to his chest. "N-noo..." His body started to quiver a bit, fingers digging into the pillow.
Okay, now he was getting worried. He stopped fixing the other's hair and shook his shoulder lightly. "Lovi. Wake up Lovi"
His eyes opened slowly, and when his eyes focused on the other he froze, turning at least 10 shades darker red. *Fuck*. "...G-Gil?" Lovino
squeaked out.
"Good morning princess," he chuckled, standing back up. "Everyone's left and the plane needs to be cleaned. Let's go"
He let out a soft sigh of relief, Gil seemingly not acting like he'd noticed anything. The Italian stood up slowly, groggy after being woken
up so abruptly.
"Come on, let's hustle," he ushered the other quickly. He lazily watched Lovi hobbled to get his luggage, blushing and mumbling
incoherently.
He grabbed his stuff, and eyed the other, rubbing at his blush. "W-well?" Goodness, the other rushed him, and didn't even look like he was
ready himself...
chuckled, leading the way out. They exited the plane and walked down the ramp. He grinned politely to the clerk as soon as they stepped onto
the airport carpeting. "Where to go..." he drawled, looking at the rushing men and women.
"I wanna change..." he whined, pulling at his knee-length shorts in an irritated manner. He'd always hated the outfit.
"Need any help with that?" He purred teasingly, walking to the restrooms. "Because I'm sure I can *come* in handy."
His cheeks roared red, shoving at the other weakly. "S-shut-- shut up!" he squeaked out, flailing at the albino's bold (and inappropriate)
statement. "T-that sort of thing is--!"
"Is?" He raised an eyebrow, adjusting the strap of his bag. "I'm just trying to assist you," he shrugged innocently, leaning against the
mens restroom doorway.
"W-whatever! Stay out here!" he growled, going into the bathroom to change. He had *not* imagined that inflection on t-that word...!
held his hands up in surrender, going over the sit down on a bench. He quickly calls his brother to inform the other that he had arrived
safely. They chat for another moment before he hangs up. He riffles through his bag, looking for the hotel key and directions he was given
by the airline. When pilots and flight attendants had to wait for their plane to be fixed, they are given accommodations, courtesy of the
airline.
[idk if that's true >w>]
[[Fff >w> /Makes up everything]]
He stripped off his uniform and threw on a pair of form-fitting jeans, along with a soft t-shirt, and tied a bandana around his neck. "All
done," he huffed at the other when he left the restroom and went over to the other. He was somewhat surprised he'd not barged in anyway...
victoriously finding the key card, he shows it to the properly dressed Italian, explaining to him that they were gonna stay at hotel
Raffaello for the next 3 days. "And, the line's covered us for room service," he grinned, standing up.
"Don't look so thrilled," he huffed, but inside, he was pretty excited. It was interesting to test out all the sorts of hotels.
"This happens all the time," he shrugged, still happy nonetheless. Gil adored traveling, flitting from one country to the next. Anyway, he
gathered his things and went to go hunt down a taxi. Damn, if only he spoke Italian...
Lovino... Something in him wanted to be settled one day, t-to have a f-family... but he'd never admit it, the thought embarrassed him too
much. He'd probably get laughed at. Would any adoption agencies even think him fit to raise a kid? "D-don't just leave me!" he scolded,
dragging his things along after the other. He could have packed a bit lighter, looking back...
saw a taxi in sight. Looking back at the struggling brunet, he caught the other's hand and began to pull him, moving faster. "Come on!
That's the last taxi in sight!"
He yelped, eyes going wide as he was dragged by the other. "H-hey...!" The Italian's voice cut off, cheeks pooling bright red. Gilbert...
Gilbert w-was holding... his hand...
"We can make it!" He swerved and pushed through crowds, finally stumbling onto the taxi. "Hi, we're headed to the Raffaello hotel." He
gasped, watching as the driver took their luggage and placed them in the trunk. The couple entered the backseat, hand never letting go.
In the taxi, he stared at his lap as if it had spontaneously began to grow grass, cheeks burning red. The other was still holding his hand,
and the blatant display of affection made him flustered beyond words.
rolled down the window, exhilarated that he was in Italy. He subconsciously pulled the brunet closer, fulling entwining their fingers.
He went stiff, and then slowly relaxed against the other after a moment, even daring to rest his head on Gilbert's shoulder. Lovino's heart
shouldn't have been beating so fast, but it was racing in his chest, blush even stronger than before.
hummed in content, slightly resting his own head against the other's. They watched as the lights flashed before them, driving at a
ridiculously fast rate. They were at the hotel in no time. The driver stepped out to collect their baggage from the trunk as Gil stole a
quick kiss. He grinned before stepping out, taking the luggage and paying the man. "Well, here we are!"
Lovino swatted at the other when he stole a kiss, squeaking out a soft "N-not in public!" at the German. He didn't want to make the driver
uncomfortable, plus it was embarrassing...! Still, he couldn't help but marvel at the tall hotel.
whistled appreciatively, walking up the path and being greeted by the security guard. Entering the establishment, he continued to be awed,
absentmindedly, shifting closer to the reception desk.
He crossed his arms over his chest with a pout as he followed the other in; it was absurd, but he was jealous of the hotel for taking Gil's
attention from the Italian... "Check us in already, d-dammit."
...Wow. That was all he could say. The hotel was *magnificent*. There was a damn *fountain* in the lobby, the ceiling was painted an amazing
cream color, adorned with plump cherubs. He dazedly dug through his pockets for the information he was given, finally stumbling to the desk.
He checked them in and received the room keys. Handing one to the Italian, he let his feet lead him to the elevators, not once taking his
eyes from the breathtaking view.
The hotel was amazing, but Lovino was too busy being shy about the whole thing to appreciate it, even hiding halfway behind Gilbert at the
front desk. The brunette trailed after Gilbert and into the elevator, taking a deep breath and enjoying the privacy.
"This place is amazing," he said a bit breathlessly. It was a secret that Gil loved architecture and usually he'd hide it better but, the
hotel was just phenomenal.
"Y-yeah..." Lovino was more likely to marvel at churches (e-even the German ones, not that he'd admit it). He scooched a bit closer to the
albino, cheeks flushed.
didn't notice Lovino scooting closer, still marveling at the lobby in his mind. The elevator passed floor by floor, nearly reaching the
penthouse; where they were staying.
Lovino let out a soft, defeated sigh when he was ignored, staring at his feet. He shouldn't be jealous over such a thing... but he could
feel the envy welling up in him.
finally became aware of his surroundings, coming back down to reality to see the brunet gazing at his feet. "What's wrong?" They had about
10 more floors to pass.
Lovino glanced up at Gilbert, frowning slightly. "It's nothing..." He shrugged it off, tugging nervously at the kerchief around his neck.
raised his eyebrow, nudging the smaller with his shoulder. "Come on," he urged, shuffling even closer to the other until their arms were
pressed together.
"I'm f-fine!" he squeaked, blushing darker and hesitantly snuggling into the German. Feliciano should start a sitcom from his life. Gay, a
*awkward older brother, check...
smirked softly, leaning down to- DING! The elevator lurched to a stop and opened, allowing the fresh breeze to waft in. Enchanted, he began
to drag his things out, aimlessly searching for their door as he was yet again struck speechless at the architecture.
The Italian jumped at the loud ding, eyes going wide. He frowned and sighed softly when Gilbert went back into his trance, quietly following
behind the other as he looked for their room, stifling his jealousy.
's gaze flickered from the hotel key to the door plates. 593, 594, 595! Here it was! He slid the key through the electronic lock and saw the
light switch to green, allowing him to fling the door open. "....I'm never leaving, it's been decided," he mumbled, taking his shoes off at
the door to walk into the plush carpet.
*onto
Lovino rolled his eyes, pouting. "Even if I did?" he mumbled bitterly, jealousy beginning to take over.
lugged his things over to the amazingly spacious bedroom, bed encased with the softest looking covers in the world. Falling back onto them,
he sighed pleasurably, this felt like *heaven*. "Why would you want to leave? This place is awesome!"
He simply growled his dissent and stomped off into the kitchen angrily, mentally cussing the German out for being a dickhole, among various
other things.
stared quizzically at the fuming male's retreating back. Did....he do something wrong? "Lovi," he whined, reluctantly getting up and
trailing after the brunet.
Talking with Lovino was like playing Minesweep on Hard... "What?!" he snapped back at the whine, not stopping for the likely very confused
male...
sighed, jogging a bit to catch up with the other. "What's wrong Lovi?" He mumbled, nearly close enough to pull the other into him.
He slowed, bristling and hands curled into fists. "Nothing!" Still, he stopped, reasonable enough to at least listen (and not turn down an
oppurtunity to yell at the albino).
"Nothing's ever nothing," he complained, grabbing the brunet's arm and turning the male to look at him directly. "What're you making such a
fuss about?"
[[*A*<333]]
[>w> <33]
His brows furrowed as he was whirled around, scowling at the ground. "I-if you like the hotel so much why don't you just date *it*?" No, he
wasn't being childish...
[[/Showers with love ;w;]]
blinked, blinked, and blinked again. What on earth...? "What the hell are you talking about?" The albino liked to pride himself on not being
a moron but he seriously did *not* understand where Lovi was going with this.
[ /pulls down and rolls in love with~]
"Nevermind," he hissed, whirling around and trying to set off again.
[[;w; -Squeaks, but then joins the rolling-]]
"No, wait-" he pulled the brunet a bit too hard and they both tumbled backward, onto the plush ground. Grunting, he massaged the back of his
head, wincing here and there. "You ok?" He peered up at the Italian.
He yelped loudly when he was tugged down, flushing bright red as he stared down at the German that he was currently on top of. His anger had
dissipated in favor of the sudden, overwhelming embarrassment that washed over him. "I-I-- uhm, y-yes--"
groans silently, shifting and accidentally brushing that damn curl again. Gil traced a finger over the other's cheeks, thinking that Lovi
looked absolutely *delectable* when he was blushing.
"A-ahn--!" His breath hitched and Lovino trembled as the other brushed against the curl, a broken whimper spilling past his lips. He blushed
even darker, unable to look away and eyes lidding halfway as Gilbert traced over his cheeks.
raised a brow; there was that strange reaction again! "What exactly is this?" he mumbled to himself, reaching up to grab at the curl fully.
"N-*no*--!" He cried out, body pressing against Gilbert's as he took the curl into his grasp, starting to tremble.
Well *this* was intriguing. Tugging again, he wound his free arm around the other's quivering waist, pulling Lovi even closer.
He mewled, squirming as he felt blood start to go south, pitiful whimpers escaping him. "S-stop... ahn..." he whined, completely paralyzed
against the albino as he continued to tug at the wayward curl, and his breath came in shuddering pants.
licked his lips, extremely pleased with these reactions. "Well, what do we have here?" He whispered huskily, feeling something throb against
this thigh.
*his
He grew increasingly embarrassed, cheeks burning and body shaking not only from embarrassment but also due to the arousal flooding through
his veins. "P-p-pervert..." the flight attendant groaned, crying out as his hips pressed down on their own.
grinned, feeling himself begin to stir as he rocked his hips upward. The hand that was fondling the curl traveled down to tilt the other's
head, making their lips brush.
Slowly, he lowered himself until, instead of just brushing, their lips were pressed together. Part of him was irritated at the German for
taking advantage of the curl (Poor Lovino, even if he wasn't horny, Gilbert could still pull him into sex whenever with the curl), but the
majority of him was saying *more, further*, and at such insistence he couldn't refuse.
growled hungrily, molding their lips together and trailing his tongue over the other's lips. Without further ado, he reversed their
positions and ground down onto the frail Italian.
His eyes went wide as he was flipped and then Lovino cried out loudly, the German's hips creating enough friction to make him shake. He just
barely stopped himself from grinding back, lips not parting even though Gilbert had lapped over them in a request for entrance.
rocked his hips forward, thrusting his tongue into the warm cavern as soon as Lovi gasped. His tongue sensually traced along the other's,
wanting him to react.
He cried out, pressing against the other as his tongue jammed into Lovino's mouth. "Ngh, y-yes...."
groaned, pushing the brunet's shirt up so that it pooled beneath the other's arms. He detached himself momentarily to remove both of their
shirts before latching onto the Italian's nipple, suckling and biting.
It was like a switch had been flipped in Lovino, from deny to accept. He mewled and squirmed frivilously, pressing up into Gilbert's mouth
and stuttering out praise.
felt his pulse race, pants getting unbearably tighter as the brunet squirmed *deliciously* beneath him. Gil felt arrogant and in control,
the other male's gasps and moans fueling his pride. *He* was the one to make Lovino tremble like this.
If the other male got off on that, he might just explode by the end of this... "G-Gil...!" he mewled, toes curling and continuing to squirm
slow and exaggerated, half-lidded eyes staring at the German. "M-more," he pleaded, fingers twining in his shirt, "I-I want it..."
growled, eyes narrowing as he thrust his hand into Lovino's pants and catching the other by surprise. He firmly gripped the throbbing
arousal in his hand, giving it a experimental pump.
"F-*fuck*!" He wasn't expecting that, beginning to shake violently as Gilbert gave his erection a pump. He cried out pitifully, member being
tortured by the pants it was trapped in.
removed his hand and quickly got up, lifting the other into his arms. "Better get to bed before we don't make it," he mumbled, briskly
making his way to the bedroom. He laid the Italian down before stripping the other entirely. Licking his lips, Gil slowly crawled his way up
the quivering body, breath ghosting over the smooth tanned skin.
He instantly flushed red, eyes wide as he was completely n-nude in front of Gilbert for the first time... His hands shot down to cup over
his cock, trembling with embarrassment.
"Don't," he purred, gently removing the other's hands to reveal the twitching length. "*Beautiful*," he whispered before giving an
experimental lick.
His breath hitched and a shuddering moan spilled past his lips, staring at Gilbert with ruby-flushed cheeks. "Nn, no...!" he mumbled weakly,
panting.
concentrates on the task at hand, pressing his palms down on the other's thighs as he leans up and take the tip in. He nips tentatively,
trailing his tongue against the slit.
A loud cry shot out of him, Lovino fisting his hands in the bedsheets and squirming violently. He tried his hardest not to buck up into the
German's moutth, toes curling painfully.
purposefully moaned, sending the vibrations up Lovi's cock and caused the Italian to practically vibrate with need. He hollowed out his
cheeks and bent down to take more in.
"*Fuck*--!" He couldn't help but buck up into the albino's mouth with a shrill cry. "A-ah-- I--" Lovino squirmed harder, shaking.
stilled Lovino's hips, pushing them down against the sheets. Courage renewed, he licked up the side and pressed the tip of his tongue
against the throbbing vein underneath the brunet's dripping cock. Gil relaxed his gag reflex and slowly swallowed around the length.
His body spasmed under Gilbert, flushed from head to toe. "S-stop--!" he begged, squirming harder. He would come too early if the other kept
this up...
began to slowly bob his head, teeth grazing the sides every time he went down. He hummed around the cock, hollowing his cheeks once more
before complying with the Italian's wishes and slipping the needy arousal out of his mouth, an obscene string of saliva connecting his lips
and the head.
Shaking, he stared up at Gilbert, breathing raggedly, erection leaking fluid. "B-bastard..." he mumbled out.
broke the string and worked his way up the other's body, leaving possessive red marks in his wake. "What was that?" He ground his clothed
hips against the Italian's/
*.
"A-*ah*!" His hips pressed up against the other's, the cloth creating harsh friction. "G-Gil..." He didn't mind the red marks, enjoying the
thought that Gilbert wanted to *possess* him...
"Yes?" he purred, pressing kisses up the other's neck and nibbled his ear. On hand trailed up the tug at the curl while his other hand began
to work his pants off.
"Ngh-- stop--!" He spasmed as his curl was tugged, hips shoving up harshly and swollen cock leaking.
pulled away abruptly, kneeling at the brunet's feet. His pants were partially down, hanging loosely at his thighs. "As you wish."
Shaking, he blinked down at the other, a broken whimper spilling from him and bottom lips jutting out. "G-Gil...."
chuckled, shifting so that his knees were on either side of the Italian's hips. "Yes Lovi?" He mumbled, breath ghosting over the tanned
neck.
"I'm r-really turned on r-right now.... s-so if you're not interested in continuing s-soon.... t-then I'm going to go into the b-bathroom
and fuck myself..." he panted out, shaking hard and gripping onto the other's shoulders.
clicked his tongue in thought. Should he just get on with it, or enjoy a show before doing so anyway? Hmm, decisions, decisions. "Both
options sound *very* tempting," he nipped at the neck presented to him, leaving more marks.
Lovino groaned softly when the other nipped at his neck, half-delirious. Fuck, he hadn't ever been this horny before, desperate enough to
beg for release in any form.
Without any warning, he turned the brunet beneath him around, so that Lovi's ass would be presented. Grinding against the puckered entrance,
he groaned, hands holding the Italian's hips in place.
Mewling, his rear bucked up as the other grinded against it, shuddering and leaking precum onto the mattress. "Y-yes--!" Lovino moaned out,
fingers gripping the comforter hard.
pressed two fingers at the other's lips, roughly shoving his own pants and boxers off. He hissed as the cold air blew against his freed
cock.
Lovino took the fingers into his mouth and sucked at them hungrily, making the whole process much more lewd than it had to be, moaning and
taking pleasure in imagining he was sucking the albino off.
groaned, shallowly thrusting against the quivering entrance in revenge. As soon as he deemed the fingers wet enough, he pulled them back and
pressed the tip of his finger at the opening teasingly.
[[/Thought you were asleep for sure ;;v;;]]
A soft mewl escaped the Italian, ring of muscles tightening when he felt the slick finger prodding at his orifice. His pulse was racing,
nervous and excited and shy. Gilbert was probably much more experienced...
Without any notice, he slid the finger into the shuddering brunet. He felt himself swell with anticipation, Lovi was just so *tight*. He
allowed the Italian to adjust to the finger before a second one made its way in.
Almost before he could register it, two fingers were pushing into him, tight heat clamping down around the digits as Lovino whimpered. "Mhn,
G-Gil..." he whined out, trembling as his ass pushed up.
felt his eyes darken, sneer crawling onto his lips as he roughly thrusted the fingers, stretching and looking for that little bundle of
nerves.
He cried out at the harsh thrusts, and suddenly the fingers crashed into that spot. The reaction was immediate; he shrieked at the top of
his lungs, hips slamming backwards, the Italian completely engulfed in pleasure.
felt his cock twitch, enthralled by the other's lewd reactions. He continued to fondle and abuse the nerves before pulling out abruptly. He
teasingly pressed himself at the entrance, grinding lightly.
He continued to scream and writhe as the other tortured his prostate until he suddenly pulled the digits from Lovino's ass. "Gilbert..." he
cried out, stretched orifice begging to be filled once more.
shushed the other, one hand guiding his throbbing arousal to the entrance , other hand reaching up to grip that curl. As soon as he tugged
on the strand, he thrusted in, completely engulfed. He panted harshly as the delicious heat welcomed him in.
Lovino cried out loudly when the German thrusted in in one go, the tug on his curl making him shudder and leak. His breath was ragged at
best, eyes wide as Gilbert's cock stretched him wide.
released his grip on the curl, both hands massaging the shuddering hips. "Can...Can I move?" he mumbled, pressing comforting kisses up the
other's spine.
"Gently..." he whispered out, whimpering as he tightened reflexively around the other. He'd never been in this position, lust-darkened eyes
fixed on the plush comforter.
forces himself to nod, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, arms shaking with self-control. Unfortunately, that control was slipping
out of his fingers with every gasp and mewl that filled the room.
He trembled as he adjusted to the other, panting and squirming a bit. "G-Gilbert...!" he moaned erotically, hips slowly pressing back.
growled, giving a sharp and quick thrust before controlling himself again using more effect than before. "I can't...hold back if you keep
doing that," he warned.
He cried out loudly as the other thrusted in quick, inner muscles spasming. "I-I'm sorry.... be careful..." he whispered, but with a warning
like that, Lovino couldn't help but want to make the other break. He moaned loudly, cheeks flushing guiltily for what he was going to put
the albino through; he couldn't help it though.
breathed through his nose heavily, slowly and gently rocking his hips as his fingers pressed into the tantalizing skin. He absentmindedly
noted that there would be bruises there later.
He moaned his lover's name lewdly, and purposefully tightened as he pressed back, a bit more agressive than before. "Y-yes..."
clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth, straining to maintain a steady and slow pace. Goddammit, he didn't know he had this much control!
A shudder of perverse pleasure went down his spine, glancing back at the other with flushed cheeks and dark eyes as his hips thrusted back,
lightly.
felt his sanity being stripped down to the bone, the cord of his self control on the edge of being snapped. "*Lovi*," he grunted, searching
for the brunet's prostate.
"Gil," he panted back, almost teasingly as he could hear the strain in the pilot's voice. And the Italian screeched abruptly as Gilbert hit
his sweet spot, inner muscles clamping down.
...That's it. Pulling back so that he nearly slipped out, he slammed back in, one hand going up to yank at the curl. Fuck gentle, they'd try
that next time.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, trembling violently as the other slammed in. "A-*aahn*!" He squirmed and writhed on the bed as his curl
Lovino
was
tugged harshly, precum dripping from his very swollen erection.
basked in the onslaught of moans which only encouraged him to thrust harder and faster. He only froze momentarily to turn the Italian,
selfishly wanting to see the results of his handiwork.
The results were worth it. The usually proud, surly flight attendant was reduced to a blushing, writhing, begging and moaning mess, addicted
to the other's thick cock. "*Gil*!"
Oh, definitely worth it. He continued his harsh pace, grinding against the pleasure gland torturously. He bent his head down and suckled on
a hardened nipple, not once relenting on the pressure he put on the brunet's prostate.
He screamed and writhed, chest pushing up into the other's mouth. He felt like he might explode from the torture, crying out and pressing
against his lover.
felt his hair stick his forehead as he gripped Lovi's needy cock, swiftly pumping it so that the other would come first.
"Sh-- shit--!" Warmth pooled in his stomach and he squirmed frantically, trying to resist the urge to orgasm. "Ngh-- *no*!"
leant forward, twirling the curl as he murmured into Lovi's ear. "*Come for me*," he growled, capturing the brunet into a breathless kiss.
He screamed into the kiss, body spasming as he pressed against the other, coming immediately. When the other said that sort of thing, he
definitely couldn't resist...
felt Lovi's muscles contract around his already rigid cock. Thrusting one last time, he grunted, coming into the lax body. Pulling out
lazily, he panted and fell down beside the spent Italian.
He breathed raggedly, and, almost as if on autopilot, curled up next to Gilbert. "Nn..." His body was quivering from his orgasm, endorphins
flooding through him.
yawned, blindly searching for a blanket to pull on their nude bodies. "Welcome to Italy," he chuckled, bringing Lovi in closer and kissing
his forehead.
"Pervert..." he mumbled, burying his face into his boyfriend's chest. Still, he rather didn't mind it if it ended in this... not that he'd
ever admit that.
hummed in agreement, burying his face into his lover's hair. "And you haven't even seen the half of it," he mumbled.
"You're t-trying to tell me you're more than twice as perverted as what I've already seen?" He didn't even know if that was possible.
snickered, choosing not to reply as he nuzzled the brunet hair.
His cheeks puffed rolling his eyes. "Doubt it..." But he relaxed under the nuzzles, blushing as come leaked from him.
'If only you knew,' he cackled evilly in his mind, unaware of what was happening to the other. "So, any place you wanna go in the morning?"
"Let's go to a gelato shop," he mumbled, ignoring the fact that gelato was hardly a good idea for breakfast.
snorted, agreeing nonetheless. "Oh, I have a question," he pulled back to looked at the attendant properly.
His brows arched curiously, wondering what question the other could possibly want to ask. "What is it...?" he mumbled, sounding a bit grumpy
because he was no longer being cuddled.
"What made you so grouchy when we just got in?" He watched as his lover's cheeks flushed, still extremely curious as to why the other was so
cold when they walked into the room.
He blushed more, averting his gaze. "'S nothing...." Lovino mumbled, feeling a bit foolish for his earlier emotions.
"Tell me," he whined, fingers trailing up to tickle Lovi's sides. "Tell me!"
"Nhh-- n-no!" he squeaked, squirming and wriggling under the tickles, trying to stifle giggles.
laughed, throwing one leg over the other's squirming legs and pulled the other closer. "Come on," Lovi's back was to him as he entwined
their legs and tickled harder.
"Gah-- stop!" he squealed, desperate giggles bubbling out of him as he squirmed harder, trying to free himself.
"Never!" He tickled harder, nearly getting knocked out by his lover's flailing limbs. He managed to duck them as he planted butterfly kisses
down the brunet's neck.
He made a soft choking noise, more giggles and strangled laughs bubbling out of him. "N-nooo!"
"Come on~" He whined again, never relenting as he bit softly into the smooth neck. "Please?"
He whimpered and let out a soft moan when the other bit down. "I-if you s-*stop*!"
chuckled, finally allowing the Italian to breathe. "So, what happened earlier?" Instead, he cuddled his lover, wrapping his arms around the
other's waist.
He blushed, glad he was facing away so he couldn't see his face. "Guess I was just... jealous...." he mumbled, almost too quiet to be heard.
...Huh? "What was that? I couldn't hear you clearly," he leaned in closer, burying his face into the back of other's neck.
He stiffened up, swallowing and shaking with nervousness. "...I was... jealous..."
stopped and pulled his head back. "...Jealous?" He thought back, looking at the time they got off the plane and to here. What..."What
exactly were you jealous of?"
Lovino buried his face in his hands, cheeks burning with shame. "The... the h-hotel," he whispered.
managed to stifle his laughter, only sighing loudly. "Oh Lovi, you're so cute," he mumbled, turning the brunet over and kissing him lovingly
.
He flushed even darker, pushing lightly at the albino's chest. "I-I'm... 'm n-not--" He was cut off by the other's lips, responding after a
long moment.
rolled his eyes, kissing his cheek. "Sure, whatever. Just get some rest, we'll be busy all day tomorrow." He yawned, pulling the covers
tightly over their entwined bodies.
Busy? His ass was already sore... "Jerk," he huffed, but Lovino couldn't refuse sleep, cuddling up and getting comfy.
[owo Time skip? /love how it's airtalia verse and we're on the ground XD]
[[8'3 They can't do all their dating in the air... and sure ;w;<33]]
[ouo Continue here or new plurk?]
[[Mmm... this one's getting kinda long...]]
[New plurk it is~ I start or you? >w>]
[[It's my turn, so I suppose I've gotta -w-]]