drunken confessions (p ;; cheyenne)

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    "'Ey, you're awake! Morning, Romano!" Roni grinned, standing up and switching off the tv. "Feel any better? Are you hungry?"

    [justify][size=8]Lovino says nothing direct, just cursing under his breath as he stumbles into the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of water and chugs it down, and then he goes into the living room and collapses onto the couch beside the Spaniard.

    "Roma...?" Antonio looked slightly downcast for a moment, watching his friend. Sure, the Spaniard wasn't good at "reading the mood," he but he could tell Lovino was truly mad at him, not in one of his moods. What had he done? "What's the matter, Lovi?"

    [justify][size=8]"What do you think? I have a fucking hangover. I feel like shit," the Italian snaps, curling up on the edge of the couch as he struggles to stay awake. He was starting to regret having so many drinks the day before.

    "You should've stayed in bed. I muted the tv so that if you called for me, I would hear you. And I left you that cloth." Toni rubbed Lovi's back in smooth, comforting strokes, hoping to calm him. "Do you want me to bring you back up there?"

    [justify][size=8]"Nah, I'm fine," he mumbles, yawning and standing up. He goes up the stairs, but it's obvious he needs help, considering he keeps tripping over his own feet.

    Antonio grinned, standing up following Lovi. "You're so independent~" the Spaniard chirped as they reached the top. Toni wrapped his arms around Lovino from behind, making sure to target his sensitive spots and nip a few places on his neck. "Let's get you to bed, Roma~"

    [justify][size=8]The Italian jumps and whimpers in pleasure. "Y-You jerk," he mumbles as they make their way to his bedroom. He lays down and looks up at Toni weakly, due to having such a bad hangover.

    Without hesitation, Antonio crawled in beside Lovino, wrapping his arms around the Italian. After another small kiss on Lovi's neck, he rested his head on the others' shoulder. "I'm sure you'll feel better later."

    [justify][size=8]Lovino doesn't disagree. He nods and stretches, soon passing out against his friend.


    Later that evening, Lovino wakes and opens his eyes slowly, looking around at the darkening room. Did he really sleep that long? Ah well, he felt better anyway. He suddenly remembers that Antonio had been with him, and he looks to his side to see if his friend is still there.

    [justify][size=8]Lovino shakes his head and lays back down, cuddling close to his friend. "No. I-a just woke up."

    [justify][size=8]"Okay. Thank you." Lovino curls up in Antonio's arms and sighs, relaxing as he closes his eyes. He wasn't tired, he just wanted to bond with his friend.

    Antonio's gentle embrace on Lovino tightened as he shifted around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position for both of them. Once he did, he kissed the top of Lovi's head and stared out an open window, the faint sound of music floating in. "Are you comfortable, Roma?"

    [justify][size=8]Lovino nods and sighs contently. "Yes, Grazi," he mumbles. Antonio's shifting had made him even more comfortable, making him eligible to completely relax