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Chapter Six

Chapter Six

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Feliciano didn't know what last week was all about, he didn't know why he acted like a kicked puppy, but now he kept his eyes down at the dinner table because Ludwig was sitting next to him.

His parents had invited him over to dinner and decided not to mention it to him. Wonderful.

No wonder Ludwig thought he was a kid, he acted like one. That was exactly the problem, though. Feliciano didn't want Ludwig to see him as a kid. His parents had already done that throughout his entire life, he didn't need the guy he was attracted to giving him that kind of attention.

The Italian bit his lip as he formulated a plan in his head. If he didn't want Ludwig to see him as a kid anymore, he'd just needed to show him that he was grown up for christ's sake.

He considered his next move.

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Feliciano tried, he definitely tried to get Ludwig to notice him in other ways than just a 17 year-old kid. He gave him deft touches when he got the chance and tried to look as alluring as possible.

The Italian would do anything and everything to be seductive, he felt like such a girl; batting his lashes, pouting playfully.

The German seemed to be taking some interest but it wasn't enough. And Feliciano felt that it certainly wasn't fair.

Thick skull he's got.

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Feliciano just became frustrated, tired of waking up everyday with the intent of acting and looking as mature as he could. He felt old enough, felt like an adult but everyone around him seemed to feel otherwise.

School began once more and he entered his senior year, immediately becoming stressed with all the pressure to finalize the path he wanted to take in life.

He let go of those thoughts as he blew smoke lazily out of his mouth, joint burning slowly in his hand. The pack Nick had snuck him a few months back was starting to be used.

He sighed and leaned his head back, against the bench, their bench. The Italian groaned and brushed the feelings away. Ludwig stuck around, being his damn friendly self and nothing more.

"Feli, what the hell?"

Feliciano thought that this must be some strong-ass pot if he was having auditory hallucinations, a familiar voice.

"Hey!" Ludwig's voice came again, fingers snapping in front of his face.

The Italian opened his eyes with a groan and glared up at the German who was really there. He took another drag and was unpleasantly surprised when it was snatched from his lips.

"Man, what the hell are you doing?" Ludwig asked.

"It's just weed." He snapped back as best he could, the air felt soupy and slow. "Jesus."

"Gateway drug, Feli. Starts you on everything else." Ludwig crushed it out with his foot.

"Hey, that wasn't fuckin' free!" The younger male sat up quickly, he wasn't expecting that.

"Maybe you should spend your money on something better." Ludwig shrugged and sat down beside him, frustration etched into his features. "I told you to avoid that shit."

Feliciano rolled his eyes and his head lolled to the side, temple against the German's shoulder.

"Stop being so dramatic."

Ludwig grunted and put his arm around the buzzed teen, sitting and just being there.

Feliciano took that as a small victory.

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Once again, Mr. Beilschmidt was invited to dinner. His parents seemed to think that he was a good role model for their son but all Feliciano was learning was how much he thought about what was under Ludwig's clothes.

The Italian was in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter as Ludwig passed him the dishes to dry. They'd offered to do this while Paula and John went to get dessert from the bakery.

"Oh my god, you're so slow." Feliciano teased, grinning. "Ah! No, stop!" He laughed as Ludwig splashed water on him.

Feliciano twisted up his towel and snapped it on the German's backside, laughing when he jumped and yelped.

"Don't do that!" Ludwig warned but his smile was amused.

Feliciano snickered under his breath and put some more dishes away, snapping his towel against him a second time when he turned away.

"Oh my god, stop!" Ludwig laughed and covered his ass with his hands.

"You like it." Feliciano smiled, pleased with himself. He did it again and his grin turned into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

Ludwig grabbed the towel and yanked it out of his hands, lunging forward and placing his hands on Feliciano's knees, leaning in to stare him down with a smile.

Feliciano felt his heart race as Ludwig's hands climbed up his thighs, gripping gently. He looked at him suddenly and locked gazes, swallowing hard as he placed his hand on the back of his neck.

"Ludwig," he breathed, trying to pull him in.

The German leaned in and kissed softly at his neck. "This isn't right.."

Feliciano tangled his fingers in Ludwig's blonde hair. "Who cares?" He whispered, closing his eyes as the older male began sucking a mark onto his neck.

"Your parents, Feli.." Ludwig sighed, kissing back up his neck. "I'm supposed to be some sort of mentor."

"That why you've been treatin' me like a kid?" He asked, head tilting back as the German's hands gripped his hips. "Why you haven't taken any of my god damn hints?"

Ludwig pulled back to look at him, tugging him forward, their hips pressed together. "God, you don't even know," He groaned. "what you do to me."

Feliciano wrapped his arms around his neck and rocked his hips, moaning softly. "Wanted to be close to you ever since I met you." He whispered against Ludwig's ear, making him shudder. "Like this."

They ground together desperately, fingers gripping each other tight, keeping their bodies close. Feliciano writhed and whimpered softly, fingers tangled in Ludwig's hair, keeping his head cradled against his neck.

The German grabbed his ass and rutted hard, grunting repeatedly, hot breath puffing against the younger males neck. "If your parents walk in-"

"I'm--" Feliciano's voice choked up and his body tensed, all of the sensations colliding together and exploding in a white-hot wreck.

"Christ," Ludwig cursed, watching Feliciano writhe and flinch through the after shocks. "Holy shit."

Feliciano's cheeks burned hot and he blushed even more, if it was possible, when he watched Ludwig slide his hands into his own jeans, stroking himself off with a few grunts.

The Italian glanced at the crucifix on the wall across from them and realized just how filthy that had been. Grinding in the kitchen.

On the damn counter, for christ's sake.

The only thing that really worried him was the fact that he couldn't bring himself to care.

Oh, and that his parents had just walked in the front door.

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To be continued...