Heya! I somehow managed to finish this so yay xD This is what happens when I listen to Ayo Technology. Thanks Milo.
Warning: It's getting hot in here ;)
Matteo flung yet another crumbled piece of paper into the waste bin next to his desk. The Italian's mood hadn't been the best lately. He missed Argentina. His friends. Luna.
Especially Luna.
He had read that writing down your thoughts would make them disappear. Or that was what he liked to tell himself as to why he was trying to write new song for Luna.
The real reason for this song was that Matteo Balsano was a hormonal teenage boy and four weeks of Italy had really taken its toll on his sanity. Just the thought that another two weeks without his girlfriend were ahead him made Matteo want to drown himself in the next pool. He was tired of seeing her just over Skype, not being able to touch her.
He ran a hand through his still wet hair, sighing. He had to get this out of his system. Matteo stood up and walked up to his guitar, taking it away from its holder and sat down on his bed. Showering didn't help, writing didn't help, this was his last resort!
At first he played a few chords aimlessly, not really knowing what he wanted the song to sound like. After a while he had a perfect melody with a really good beat. Fingers played the strings of the guitar effortlessly, wishing it was Luna.
The images of his raunchy dreams entered his mind, the lyrics getting less innocent with each line:
She's been on my mind all day
Lips as sweet as sugar
Wishing they were against mine
Like they used to be
I'm missing all of her
Her smile, her voice, her little frame
Oh how good she feels against my skin
Matteo was in the middle of thinking of the chorus when a Skype request from Luna caught his attention. He laid the guitar aside and put the laptop on his desk, accepting his girlfriend's call.
"Hi Matt-" Luna eye's widened and her cheeks turned tomato red. "Where's your... Um... Your shirt?" she stuttered, trying to look anywhere but Matteo.
"It's too hot," he shrugged, a grin on his lips, clearly enjoying Luna's flustered reaction. "Don't lie. It's colder in Italy than in Argentina! You're doing this on purpose!" she accused him. "I'm not," he laughed, "I just took a shower earlier and since this is one of the few days where I don't have to go to a boring dinner party with my parents, I decided to not get fully dressed. You should be glad that I'm wearing shorts."
She blushed even more and Matteo wondered how Luna managed look cute and sexy at the same time. Probably his plagued brain's fault.
"You can admire my gorgeous self and I get nothing. It's not fair," he said with a pout. Luna just giggled, "Put a shirt on then!" Matteo chuckled, noticing with glee that Luna's gaze was finally fixed on his torso, "This isn't quite what I had in mind."
"Oh," Luna breathed. A grin spread across her face and her eyes glinted. She took her jeans jacket off, throwing it on her bed. Matteo stiffened. She wouldn't, would she?
He prayed she would.
She gave him another grin and placed her hands behind her back. Matteo held his breath as his eyes never left her while she unclasped her bra. And just when he had thought that this couldn't get any better, she threw the blue fabric over her shoulder. It landed behind her with a soft thud. Matteo was pretty sure that this had been the moment where his brain had stopped functioning and another part of his body had taken over.
She then put her arms on the desk and leaned forward, giving Matteo a very nice view. He licked his lips while they were forming into a wolfish grin. Luna fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Too bad you couldn't help me with that," she smiled innocently, as if what she just had done hadn't been the hottest thing ever. He was too busy with containing his thoughts than answering her. "Wow. Matteo Balsano speechless. I never thought I'd see that," she grinned. "Let's see if I can surpass that," she continued, her fingers playing with the hem of her top. She dragged it up oh so slowly and Matteo was about to pass out, just knowing that she was bare under it gave him shivers.
Right after she had it above her navel, a Skype request from their friend group appeared on Luna's laptop screen, causing her to scoot it down quickly.
Matteo wanted to cry. And commit a few murders.
Luna sprinted to her bed, grabbing her jacket. Matteo ignored his own buzzing request from their friends. "You know, they're all wondering why you're not answering. It would be too awkward to do that now," he tried to make her stay. She turned to him again, a frantic expression on her face. "Matteo, you're still topless!" she squeaked, walking back to her desk swiftly, putting on her jacket. Matteo leaned back in his chair, grinning smugly, enjoying his girlfriend's freely moving breasts.
"I don't worry, I'm not going to accept," he reassured her. There was no way he was going to stand up with that feeling in his pants.
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"Lunita, are you okay? You look a little out of it?" Ámbar questioned. Luna could feel the stares her friends were giving her. Instead of her usual happy self she was a nervous wreck. If they were to find out what she and Matteo had done just minutes earlier... Oh God. And her missing bra didn't make the situation any better.
Luna still couldn't believe what she had almost done. She honestly blamed it on Matteo's v-line. Something like that should be illegal.
"No, everything's fine. It's just a little hot in here," she assured the blonde quickly. However, she made sure to not move her hands a lot. "Well, your jacket doesn't help," Jazmín pointed out. Nina's eyes widened, "Yes! Why are you wearing one? Your face is really red! Luna, do you want to die from a heat stroke?" No, but she would probably due to embarrassment. The Mexican knew her friend meant well. Still, this was not the time for comments like that.
"Why didn't Matteo answer?" Gastón questioned, sad his bro wasn't there. Oh, he was having a really great time right now. She had seen his perverted grin after all. Luna was upset that she had to face their friends like this while he was safe in Italy.
Luna made a decision then. He wouldn't get anything else from her today.
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"This were the worst 20 minutes of my life. Stop laughing." Luna had come back from their friends group chat and had ranted about them to him. It wasn't his fault that it sounded so funny. So when he didn't stop Luna was getting really angry. "Fuck you" she mumbled, but Matteo still caught it. He stopped laughing, lips turning into a smirk, "I think I have to, I mean, after the show you gave me..." Luna's eyes narrowed as Matteo continued talking, "So, how about we pick up where we left off?" He hoped that it hadn't sounded as desperate as it had sounded in his head. His other head didn't care though. Matteo would literally sell his soul to Satan if that meant Luna would finally take that damn top off.
"You're unbelievable," she shouted and ended their chall. Matteo let himself fall back on his bed, groaning. Being a horny teenage boy was bad. Being a horny teenage boy with an angry girlfriend was worse.
He would talk to her when he was able to think with his brain again.
Matteo sighed.
He would have to take another shower first. A very cold one.
