Hetalia: Band!AU; Prussia/Romano, Spain/Romano 1799 Words (NSFW)
"So I heard you finally made it in the sack with him the other night," Gilbert said as he draped himself across Lovino's shoulders. They're in the bathroom at the studio. Practice started early this morning so Antonio thought it would be a good idea to give everyone a break a bit early this time. Lovino was only too happy for the chance to escape their manager's eyes and had conveniently used the bathroom as an excuse. He had every intention of spending the full half an hour in here, Gilbert or not.
"Fuck off," he said, wiping a hand across his face and shoving his shoulder firmly back against Gilbert's chest.
Gilbert laughed, taking the blow and leaning in more, arms now wrapped firmly around Lovino's shoulders. "Come on, it's not like it was a secret that you wanted to get in his pants. Hell you've practically been panting like a bitch in heat ever since he showed up."
"I said fuck off, Gilbert," Lovino repeated, glaring at their vocalist through the mirror, trying again to push him off which only prompted Gilbert to grin wider, tightening one arm around Lovino while the other started to slide down his chest with clear intent.
"What, you think I'm deaf or something? You get pretty forgetful when you've got a cock stuck up your ass, Lovino." His fingers brushed the hem of Lovino's pants and Lovino grabbed the hand by the wrist, digging his nails in and twisting to glare at Gilbert straight on.
"You know most guys would catch the fucking hint when that happens," he said, fully aware of just how close their faces were now, but he scowled and pressed on, "If you were good enough I wouldn't forget who the hell you are."
A snicker stole through Gilbert's lips as he shifted, pressing his crotch against Lovino's hip as he leaned in, speaking against Lovino's lips. "I think that's a challenge," he said before pushing their lips together.
Lovino pushed back, for a moment, twisting his tongue against Gilbert's lips just enough to draw his tongue out so he could pull his back and bite down, hard. He tasted Gilbert's blood in his mouth and couldn't help but smirk when the other man pulled away with an angry grimace.
"Asshole!" he spat, the words twisted by his wounded tongue, "I need that for singing!"
"Yeah well maybe you should've thought about that shit before you stuck it down my throat," Lovino retorted easily, twisting his fingers against Gilbert's wrist, pulling it up and away.
"You're really damn cheeky now that you've got Antonio in the bag, huh?" Gilbert snickered, pulling his hand away and rubbing the back of it across his lips. "You gonna come crying to me once you miss my awesome cock?"
"Like I'd ever miss something that sucks so much," Lovino said, pushing against Gilbert's hip with his free hand to which the vocalist only pulled away for a moment before pushing back against him, rolling their hips together.
"You mean something you liked sucking so much," he grinned in Lovino's face, reaching up and fisting his hair in Lovino's hair to tug him into another kiss before someone else's voice echoed off the bathroom walls.
"Oh, here you are. Break's almost over so you should make it quick."
Gilbert turned to look back, giving Lovino a clear view Antonio, standing behind them, with his usual laid back smile on his face. At least it seemed to be the usual before Lovino noticed that there was something different in his eyes. Well, either that or the fact that his hand was on Gilbert's shoulder with a white-knuckled grip, but he was still smiling through it all. Regarding the iron hold on his shoulder once, Gilbert glanced back at Antonio before shaking his head and chuckling to himself, holding his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender.
"Nothing to make quick, I'm done here," he said, giving Lovino one last smirking glance before he turned, twisting himself out of Antonio's grasp and leaving the restroom.
Lovino's gaze followed him out, staring at the empty doorway for a moment before he turned back to Antonio, eyebrows drawing together as his mouth twisted into a surly pout.
"I can handle him myself, you know," he said.
"There's still only a few minutes left before we need to start up again," Antonio said, his smile now shifted back to the same easily pleased expression that Lovino was used to.
"I knew that too," Lovino said, stubbornly jutting his chin up and twisting his head to the side, hoping that Antonio wouldn't notice the flush that had involuntarily spread across his face due to Gilbert's rather insistent actions earlier.
"I guess so," Antonio said, and he almost felt his victory at hand before Antonio's hand closed on his cheek, his face suddenly leaning in toward Lovino's. Startled, Lovino jerked back, turning to face Antonio and subsequently leaning into his hand where he was sure that Antonio could feel the red hot touch of his flushed skin against his palm. Antonio's eyes weren't smiling anymore, but it wasn't the same expression as when he'd entered the room. They were determined, intent, there was something else behind them.
"What the hell--" Lovino sputtered, words suddenly failing him.
"You've got some blood on you," Antonio explained, in the same tone of voice he'd use to remark on the weather or something equally stupid and asinine before his tongue was brushing against the corner of Lovino's lips and pushing in.
Lovino's mouth was hanging too far open from his half-formed protests to stop him, even if he wanted to, so he was left staring, wide-eyed, at Antonio's eyelashes against his cheeks, at his closed eyes and the serene and really-fucking-close look of his face as his tongue swiped against the roof of Lovino's mouth, his fingers brushed across Lovino's cheek and into his hair, and his hand rested on Lovino's hip, tugging at his belt loops and pulling him forward. By the time Lovino even had half a mind to think, his eyes had slipped closed and he could hear the needy little half-whining sound he was somehow making only as it reverberated against Antonio's lips and tongue and mouth. He had one hand braced against the sink, holding himself up from Gilbert's less-than-desired attentions and by now his fingers must have been white enough to match the porcelain with the way his knees were all but giving out from under him. Every twist of Antonio's tongue, every movement of his lips was searing hot against his own, spiking straight down his body and feeding a quickly building pressure in groin. It was fucking pathetic, getting this turned on by just a kiss, but goddamnit if he didn't want it. And goddamnit if his mind wasn't taking the subtle motions of Antonio's mouth and reminding him of how good they would feel in other places. He probably would've done himself in right there and died from the embarrassment if Antonio hadn't chosen that moment to pull away, apparently satisfied. Not to let himself get off without too much shame Lovino's hand unconsciously reached out and fisted in the fabric of Antonio's shirt so he was left with eyes half-open, lips kiss swollen, face nearly red from his flush as Antonio regarded the hand on his shirt with a curious expression.
"Ah, Lovino. We do have to be back at practice soon," he said with a chiding smile, lightly running his fingers through Lovino's bangs.
"I fucking know that," Lovino muttered, scowling but not bothering to stop himself from leaning against Antonio's hand. "So just make it quick."
"Make it quick?" Antonio asked with a slight tilt of his head, his hand shifting to brush his knuckles down the side of Lovino's face and against his cheek. "Make what quick?"
It took everything Lovino had to keep himself from pitching his head forward and hitting his forehead against Antonio's shoulder in frustration. Instead he just let out an exasperated groan and turned to properly glare Antonio straight in the eye, "Fucking do me."
Antonio blinked once, mildly confused, before a wide grin spread across his face and he laughed, the cheerful sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Lovino was pretty sure that had he been facing the mirror he would've been able to confirm that his face was as red as a tomato by now.
"We really don't have enough time for that," Antonio chided him between laughs, "Plus we don't even have the right supplies!"
Lovino opened his mouth to protest again before Antonio pushed his jaw shut again, pressing his thumb against Lovino's lips, effectively silencing him, "But we do probably have enough time to take care of you."
There was hardly a moment for Lovino to ask what he had in mind before Antonio's hand at his hip slid forward and undid the button of his pants with a few swift movements. His fingers were replaced by his lips against Lovino's in a kiss that could almost be called chaste if it weren't for the fact that he was tugging the zipper of Lovino's pants down, pulling the pants with it so they rested low on Lovino's hips, easily revealing the shape of his hard cock against his boxers.
"You must really like me if only kissing has gotten you like this," Antonio said with a smile against Lovino's lips as he drew his palm along the hard length of Lovino's cock before he drew it from his boxers. "Don't tell me that you were like this the last time we kissed too."
"So what if I was," Lovino growled in reply through clenched teeth, both hands now gripping the edge of the sink as he tried to hold back the moans pressing at the back of his throat.
"Well if you were you should have said something," Antonio chided him, leaning down now, kneeling before Lovino and glancing up at him, his words hot against the head of Lovino's cock. "Though I suppose you were much too drunk for us to do anything," he mused, and that was the last he said before he gave Lovino a broad smile and turned to wrap those smiling lips around his cock.
Lovino's head jerked down, chin thumping hard against his chest at the first contact of the firm, wet heat from Antonio's tongue against his cock. He heard the strained whimper that escaped his lips echo off the bathroom walls while Antonio's lips slid lower down the length of his cock. His tongue was twisting and pressing against the edge of Lovino's head, lips firm as they both pressed slowly down until Lovino was fully buried inside his mouth.
"Fuck off," he said, wiping a hand across his face and shoving his shoulder firmly back against Gilbert's chest.
Gilbert laughed, taking the blow and leaning in more, arms now wrapped firmly around Lovino's shoulders. "Come on, it's not like it was a secret that you wanted to get in his pants. Hell you've practically been panting like a bitch in heat ever since he showed up."
"I said fuck off, Gilbert," Lovino repeated, glaring at their vocalist through the mirror, trying again to push him off which only prompted Gilbert to grin wider, tightening one arm around Lovino while the other started to slide down his chest with clear intent.
"What, you think I'm deaf or something? You get pretty forgetful when you've got a cock stuck up your ass, Lovino." His fingers brushed the hem of Lovino's pants and Lovino grabbed the hand by the wrist, digging his nails in and twisting to glare at Gilbert straight on.
"You know most guys would catch the fucking hint when that happens," he said, fully aware of just how close their faces were now, but he scowled and pressed on, "If you were good enough I wouldn't forget who the hell you are."
A snicker stole through Gilbert's lips as he shifted, pressing his crotch against Lovino's hip as he leaned in, speaking against Lovino's lips. "I think that's a challenge," he said before pushing their lips together.
Lovino pushed back, for a moment, twisting his tongue against Gilbert's lips just enough to draw his tongue out so he could pull his back and bite down, hard. He tasted Gilbert's blood in his mouth and couldn't help but smirk when the other man pulled away with an angry grimace.
"Asshole!" he spat, the words twisted by his wounded tongue, "I need that for singing!"
"Yeah well maybe you should've thought about that shit before you stuck it down my throat," Lovino retorted easily, twisting his fingers against Gilbert's wrist, pulling it up and away.
"You're really damn cheeky now that you've got Antonio in the bag, huh?" Gilbert snickered, pulling his hand away and rubbing the back of it across his lips. "You gonna come crying to me once you miss my awesome cock?"
"Like I'd ever miss something that sucks so much," Lovino said, pushing against Gilbert's hip with his free hand to which the vocalist only pulled away for a moment before pushing back against him, rolling their hips together.
"You mean something you liked sucking so much," he grinned in Lovino's face, reaching up and fisting his hair in Lovino's hair to tug him into another kiss before someone else's voice echoed off the bathroom walls.
"Oh, here you are. Break's almost over so you should make it quick."
Gilbert turned to look back, giving Lovino a clear view Antonio, standing behind them, with his usual laid back smile on his face. At least it seemed to be the usual before Lovino noticed that there was something different in his eyes. Well, either that or the fact that his hand was on Gilbert's shoulder with a white-knuckled grip, but he was still smiling through it all. Regarding the iron hold on his shoulder once, Gilbert glanced back at Antonio before shaking his head and chuckling to himself, holding his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender.
"Nothing to make quick, I'm done here," he said, giving Lovino one last smirking glance before he turned, twisting himself out of Antonio's grasp and leaving the restroom.
Lovino's gaze followed him out, staring at the empty doorway for a moment before he turned back to Antonio, eyebrows drawing together as his mouth twisted into a surly pout.
"I can handle him myself, you know," he said.
"There's still only a few minutes left before we need to start up again," Antonio said, his smile now shifted back to the same easily pleased expression that Lovino was used to.
"I knew that too," Lovino said, stubbornly jutting his chin up and twisting his head to the side, hoping that Antonio wouldn't notice the flush that had involuntarily spread across his face due to Gilbert's rather insistent actions earlier.
"I guess so," Antonio said, and he almost felt his victory at hand before Antonio's hand closed on his cheek, his face suddenly leaning in toward Lovino's. Startled, Lovino jerked back, turning to face Antonio and subsequently leaning into his hand where he was sure that Antonio could feel the red hot touch of his flushed skin against his palm. Antonio's eyes weren't smiling anymore, but it wasn't the same expression as when he'd entered the room. They were determined, intent, there was something else behind them.
"What the hell--" Lovino sputtered, words suddenly failing him.
"You've got some blood on you," Antonio explained, in the same tone of voice he'd use to remark on the weather or something equally stupid and asinine before his tongue was brushing against the corner of Lovino's lips and pushing in.
Lovino's mouth was hanging too far open from his half-formed protests to stop him, even if he wanted to, so he was left staring, wide-eyed, at Antonio's eyelashes against his cheeks, at his closed eyes and the serene and really-fucking-close look of his face as his tongue swiped against the roof of Lovino's mouth, his fingers brushed across Lovino's cheek and into his hair, and his hand rested on Lovino's hip, tugging at his belt loops and pulling him forward. By the time Lovino even had half a mind to think, his eyes had slipped closed and he could hear the needy little half-whining sound he was somehow making only as it reverberated against Antonio's lips and tongue and mouth. He had one hand braced against the sink, holding himself up from Gilbert's less-than-desired attentions and by now his fingers must have been white enough to match the porcelain with the way his knees were all but giving out from under him. Every twist of Antonio's tongue, every movement of his lips was searing hot against his own, spiking straight down his body and feeding a quickly building pressure in groin. It was fucking pathetic, getting this turned on by just a kiss, but goddamnit if he didn't want it. And goddamnit if his mind wasn't taking the subtle motions of Antonio's mouth and reminding him of how good they would feel in other places. He probably would've done himself in right there and died from the embarrassment if Antonio hadn't chosen that moment to pull away, apparently satisfied. Not to let himself get off without too much shame Lovino's hand unconsciously reached out and fisted in the fabric of Antonio's shirt so he was left with eyes half-open, lips kiss swollen, face nearly red from his flush as Antonio regarded the hand on his shirt with a curious expression.
"Ah, Lovino. We do have to be back at practice soon," he said with a chiding smile, lightly running his fingers through Lovino's bangs.
"I fucking know that," Lovino muttered, scowling but not bothering to stop himself from leaning against Antonio's hand. "So just make it quick."
"Make it quick?" Antonio asked with a slight tilt of his head, his hand shifting to brush his knuckles down the side of Lovino's face and against his cheek. "Make what quick?"
It took everything Lovino had to keep himself from pitching his head forward and hitting his forehead against Antonio's shoulder in frustration. Instead he just let out an exasperated groan and turned to properly glare Antonio straight in the eye, "Fucking do me."
Antonio blinked once, mildly confused, before a wide grin spread across his face and he laughed, the cheerful sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Lovino was pretty sure that had he been facing the mirror he would've been able to confirm that his face was as red as a tomato by now.
"We really don't have enough time for that," Antonio chided him between laughs, "Plus we don't even have the right supplies!"
Lovino opened his mouth to protest again before Antonio pushed his jaw shut again, pressing his thumb against Lovino's lips, effectively silencing him, "But we do probably have enough time to take care of you."
There was hardly a moment for Lovino to ask what he had in mind before Antonio's hand at his hip slid forward and undid the button of his pants with a few swift movements. His fingers were replaced by his lips against Lovino's in a kiss that could almost be called chaste if it weren't for the fact that he was tugging the zipper of Lovino's pants down, pulling the pants with it so they rested low on Lovino's hips, easily revealing the shape of his hard cock against his boxers.
"You must really like me if only kissing has gotten you like this," Antonio said with a smile against Lovino's lips as he drew his palm along the hard length of Lovino's cock before he drew it from his boxers. "Don't tell me that you were like this the last time we kissed too."
"So what if I was," Lovino growled in reply through clenched teeth, both hands now gripping the edge of the sink as he tried to hold back the moans pressing at the back of his throat.
"Well if you were you should have said something," Antonio chided him, leaning down now, kneeling before Lovino and glancing up at him, his words hot against the head of Lovino's cock. "Though I suppose you were much too drunk for us to do anything," he mused, and that was the last he said before he gave Lovino a broad smile and turned to wrap those smiling lips around his cock.
Lovino's head jerked down, chin thumping hard against his chest at the first contact of the firm, wet heat from Antonio's tongue against his cock. He heard the strained whimper that escaped his lips echo off the bathroom walls while Antonio's lips slid lower down the length of his cock. His tongue was twisting and pressing against the edge of Lovino's head, lips firm as they both pressed slowly down until Lovino was fully buried inside his mouth.