one-shots

luca and vincent (fluff)

"Luca," Vincent called as he walked into the house. He let his soft blue shirt fall off his shoulders and onto the wood and plush cushion settee in their Italian holiday home. It had been a summer tradition ever since they were married a few years ago.

The home itself was beautiful, with a vintage touch of Italian culture that had been preserved in the old house. The pastels of the interior walls and cabinets dulled slightly with their age, and it was light and airy with most of the doors and windows always being left open due to the summer heat. Everything about it seemed like home, well, a second home at least.

So many memories were made in the holiday home; the pair swimming in the rivers and pools, reading to each other outside, picking their fruit from the orchard, or just laying in the grass. They both remembered every moment spent together here though, even the simplest kisses or smiles exchanged.

"Ciao," Luca said with a gentle smile, stopping for a moment to give Vincent a sweet kiss. He tasted like apricots from their orchard. He seemed to be looking for something, striding around the house as his big brown eyes searched every nook and corner of the house.

"You looking for something?" Vincent questioned, his deep American accent a stark contrast to Luca's Italian one.
"No no, it's okay." Luca insisted as he rummaged around a pile of neatly folded washing. Vincent's eyes lingered on his body that he so loved to touch and kiss; his thin tall frame with his rib cage visible through his pale skin, the way he moved so fluidly. He knew better than to worry - not everyone could be built like Michaelangelo's David, and he preferred it that way.

An hour or two later Vincent was in their kitchen cooking dinner with the window open, listening to the hot evening crickets chirp and the leaves rustling softly. A cool breeze wafted into the kitchen as he cooked and chilled his bare chest, earning a small smile which softened Vincent's sharp features. 

He reached to turn on the old radio. It'd been there ever since they took their first trip to the holiday home, and it's a wonder it still works. His fingers played with the dial for a moment before it made a few distorted sounds and landed on a nice, calm guitar-played tune. He leaned back against the old wooden counter and smiled again, gazing out of the window.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a swift movement and he whipped his head around, his eyes scanning the house. He turned the gas stove off and walked around the house quietly. He tiptoed into their small vintage bedroom, and his heart melted at the sight awaiting him.

Luca was flopped down on the bed in only his colourful trunks, with his head buried in something; Vincent's light blue shirt from today. Vincent crept into the room before tapping Luca's shoulder, making him jump up from the bed and frantically pull off Vincent's shirt from his head. His wide eyes looked startled and his face was burning red hot.

"I-I... I'm sorry, Vinci..." Luca stammered, trying to hand him back his shirt. Vinci was a nickname Luca had adopted for his husband, and he knew Vincent loved the way he said it with his prominent accent. Vincent smiled softly and pressed his shirt back into Luca's arms. He wrapped his strong arms around his body and began to kiss his shoulder.

"You're adorable," Vincent murmured as he kissed Luca's neck gently. His love's head tipped back slightly to allow more access, dropping the shirt to the wooden floor in the process. Vincent pushed him down onto the bed and held him tightly, kissing Luca all the way down from his light curly hair to his soft thighs. Luca's soft eyes never left Vincent's as he assured him sweet little things through kisses.

"You know I don't mind these things." He hummed as he gave a lingering kiss on Luca's blushing cheek.
"I know." Luca agreed, laying his head back fully on the bed. Vincent crawled off him and picked up his shirt, smiling gently as he threw it back at Luca.

"Here." He said as it hit Luca's face, hardly keeping back a smile. "I'll finish up dinner, so be down in 15?" Luca nodded, watching Vincent walk out of the bedroom and back through the house. A lingering pull stayed in Luca's chest, but instead of following his Vinci he curled up on the bed again with his shirt. He buried his face into it and curled his knees up to his chest, taking a deep breath in. It smelled like Vincent and his perfume. He smiled softly to himself as he let his head fall forwards into it and onto the bed.

Luca got up and pulled the shirt off his head after a few minutes of bliss, letting it fall into his lap. He stared out of the window at the bright colours of the orchard outside, lifting his chin to feel the breeze coming in through the window. Vincent and Luca had both immediately agreed that a hot summer evening was better with a cool breeze and guitar when they'd met for the first time on a night like that. His eyes drifted to his own acoustic, sitting in the corner of his room. He hadn't played it in months, and the replayed conversation sparked a motivation in him.

Luca crawled off the bed, leaving the shirt behind as he picked up the guitar. He bit some skin off of his lips as for a while he simply stared at the strings, a subconscious habit of his. Luca positioned it on his lap and sat back down on the creaky bed, his fingers brushing over the strings. He began to play a soft, heartfelt tune that he'd learned many years ago, before he and Vincent had met. It seemed to stick with him forever. Little mistakes were made and he finished the tune with a small sigh and smile, seeming proud of himself. He lay back on the bed again, the guitar falling across his chest with a soft hum from the strings.

Luca hadn't noticed Vincent in the doorway until he chuckled, startling his husband again. He was holding a plate of dinner which he placed on Luca's bedside table.
"You play wonderfully, just like you used to." He said, placing his hands in his trunk pockets.

 Luca nodded with a shy smile, looking back up at him, before jumping up and wrapping his arms around him. He didn't give Vincent time to react before he tilted his head for him, locking their lips together. Time stood still for a moment before Vincent pulled back, his normally sharp and cocky eyes softening with the clear love they shared. 

He ruffled Luca's hair gently before nudging him towards the bedside table, grabbing his guitar by the neck and tucking it back in the corner where it stays. Vincent was always a perfectionist, needing everything to be neat and tidy. That was one thing he and Luca didn't have in common.

"I love you," Luca whispered, refusing to stay away from him. He'd forgotten completely about his dinner and only wanted his Vinci. He held the back of his head as he leaned in to kiss him again.

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