POS **ON HOLD**

Chapter Eight

Romano gave Feliciano a big hug, smiling as his little brother returned it. It felt like forver since they'd seen each other, even though they spoke often.

"Missed you, Romano." Feliciano smiled and they sat in the living room.

They spent time catching up and sharing about things they'd been up to as of late. Feliciano stayed relatively quiet but Romano already knew what he'd been up to.

The two brothers ended up watching a movie together while their parents went up to bed. Feliciano held a bowl of chips on his lap and absently scrolled through photos in his phone.

"Dude, Mom and Dad must be blind." Romano laughed. "You come back blushing like a little schoolgirl."

"Shut up." Feliciano muttered, punching his brother's arm gently.

"Oh come on, what happened out there?" Romano smirked. "Did he hold your hand?" He mocked in a sing song tone.

Feliciano narrowed his eyes at him. "Don't be an idiot. I'm not twelve."

"Fine, you get your dick sucked?" He asked casually.

Feliciano flushed red and practically tossed the bowl of chips onto the table. "Why'd you say that so loud? Jesus Christ, you haven't lived at home in too long. They're gonna hear you!"

"Yeaah," He grinned, crossing his arms loosely. "You definitely got your dick sucked."

Feliciano opened his mouth to retaliate but just slumped back into the couch and huffed irritably.

"Oh jeez don't be an ass. I've roomed with a football jock for a year, I know a blowjob face when I see one." Romano sighed and leaned back.

Feliciano was quiet for a while, he bit his lip and sat up. "I don't know how to do it."

"Huh?" Romano paused the movie.

"I don't know how to..." Feliciano blushed and looked away, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I just kinda agreed to, y'know, reciprocating, the next time we were together. But I don't, I've never... Ugh. And he's definitely experienced it before."

"Sorry Feli, but I'm not exactly experienced in the area of giving head." Romano said sarcastically. "Ah, just go for it. You'll be fine."

The younger Italian sat back with a sigh. He chewed the inside of his lip while he thought about what his brother was saying.

Even though Romano wasn't very helpful all the time, he was Feliciano's best friend. He'd missed his utter dismissal for private conversations, his loud voice.

Feliciano fell asleep soon after, feet kicked across his brothers lap. He was too tired to care.

~

Christmas Eve at around 11 the text came through and surprised him. Feliciano got up and put on a sweater, the air outside his comforter was cold.

I'll meet you at your house. 11:30.

Feliciano read the text over again, he wondered if he should calm down. He was worried, what did this mean? He paced in front of the door, footsteps quiet in the sleeping house.

Another text.

Outside.

Feliciano opened the door to Ludwig and he frowned worriedly. "Is everything okay?" He whispered.

The German offered a small smile and nodded. "Just needed to see you. Wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas."

Feliciano smiled back and took his hand. "Merry Christmas, Ludwig." He leaned in and kissed his cheek.