POS **ON HOLD**

Chapter Twelve

"You ever done this in a car before, kid? It ain't easy."

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Ludwig panted harshly against Feliciano's neck, hands gripping at his hips, unable to string together words as his body strained with the shocks of orgasm and his mind went blissfully blank. He fisted the Italian's hair hard and a choked whimper emerged from his parted lips as the sounds trapped in his chest escaped.

Feliciano smirked and let out a small whine as his head was gently yanked back. He watched the German come undone below him, body collapsed against the reclined car seat they'd positioned themselves on. Ludwig looked like a struggling animal, his head hung back as his hand clawed at the seat, body jerking through the aftershocks.

The German gasped with each powerful shock down his spine. He'd never felt such a powerful climax before. The kid had kept him on the edge for so damn long with the slow circling of his hips that when it finally came, his body practically screamed with pleasure.

His chest heaved as his mind began to come back from the far-off dimension he'd been to and he heard the soft tones of a breathy laugh break through the pounding heartbeat in his ears. Feliciano's hands massaged at his bare chest, the pressured strokes registering numbingly as his nerves sparked back to life.

"Shh..." Feliciano hummed as Ludwig's blue eyes opened slowly, pupils still full-blown. "Take your time. Come back to me, baby."

Ludwig let out a soft groan at the pet name and gripped Feliciano's thighs, which framed his hips. The car was a tight space but somehow, they made it work.

"Come back to me."

Ludwig slipped his fingers into his lover's hair again, watching as he jerked himself off. He pulled Feliciano down into a wet kiss and swallowed the whimpers he let out as he edged closer.

"You close?" The German rasped against his mouth, feeling Feliciano nod rapidly.

Ludwig fisted his locks and yanked, other hand gripping his thigh, caressing the inside with slow strokes as Feliciano reached his climax, eyes closed and head strained back by Ludwig's hand in his hair.

"Christ..." the German huffed out. "I told you this car thing wasn't easy and you went and rode me like a champ."

Feliciano held himself up on a shaky arm, laughing softly in response.

"You like a challenge, dont you?"

~

"Feli, hurry up!"

The Italian rushed down the stairs and pocketed his phone, grabbing his keys from the kitchen table

"I'm coming, Dad!"

He waved to his mother in the living room and almost tripped over a pair of shoes at the front door, cursing under his breath. Today he was going out to find a tuxedo to rent for graduation.

Feliciano successfully made it to the car and apologized when his father shook his head. They drove in a comfortable silence with the exception of the radio and the hum of the engine. They soon exited the car and went into the shop.

Feliciano felt a sense of nerves settle and he felt distracted and too focused all the same time. He was leaving soon, to be a few hours away from home was far. Graduation was the finalization.

He felt jittery as he was measured and fitted, now looking at himself in the mirror with the black of the tux jacket snug around his shoulders. His father clapped him on the back and smiled.

"Lookin' sharp, kid."

~

With the buzz of excitement and nerves in the air, graduation came with great anticipation and went with a flash. The ceremony was small and personal with most of the town's graduates there. The church held a reception for the graduates and Feliciano had never felt more anxious in his life.

He tried to find a minute to relax but family from all over was coming to visit and congratulate, his mother's idea. Everyone wanted to get a good look at him before he was off to university.

Just when he thought it was mostly over, he was hired on at the movie theatre for the summer and started working 5 days a week. He liked working there, it was a good job but he wished he could just spend the rest of his summer relaxing.

That night, Feliciano flopped down in his bed after taking off his uniform and sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and lay atop the covers of his bed, groaning when his phone began vibrating next to him.

"Hello?"

"Busy, huh?"

Feliciano opened his eyes and cursed. "I'm sorry, Ludwig. It really has been busy."

"It's alright, kid. You're a workin' man, the texts have kept me satisfied. Until tonight. Needed to hear your voice."

Feliciano felt a pang in his chest and let out a soft sigh. "I'm here."

"I know." Ludwig whispered. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too. It's been a while." Feliciano lay back against his pillows. "I've been thinking about you."

"Hmm." Ludwig chuckled softly. "Even right now?"

"Yeah." The Italian breathed out, the stirrings of arousal tightening his stomach. "Right now."

"Good boy." Ludwig rasped.

Feliciano heard some shuffling on his end and he began to let his free hand slide down his body, fingertips teasing at the band of his boxers.

"What do you want, Feli? What do you need me to do?" Ludwig asked, his voice almost a growl.

Feliciano shuddered and was soon kicking off his boxers. "Talk to me. Tell me what you'd do if you were here."

Ludwig's low chuckle came through the phone again and Feliciano let out a soft breath, touching himself slowly.

"What would you do?" Feliciano moaned softly as he pressed the phone closer to his ear, hoping to God his door was locked.

"If I was there, Feli-"

~

Feliciano sighed and rested his chin on his palm, propped up by his elbow on the counter of the snack vendor at the theatre. Today was a slow day.

He'd wiped down the counters countless times just to have something to do, sold popcorn to maybe only 3 customers and someone came in asking for directions. The Italian checked his phone with a glint of hope but it died down when he saw no new messages. His shift was over in a half hour.

He waited it out and entertained himself by playing a few games on his phone and texting a few different people but getting no replies. Feliciano sighed with relief when his shift replacement came in through the door and he gave her the keys to lock up, wishing her luck.

The Italian walked home in the darkening evening, music in his ears. His phone vibrated in his hand and he smiled, excited, but it was a reminder that he needed to go buy textbooks tomorrow.

With a huff, he hurried his pace and got home, going to bed as soon as he stepped into his room.

Responsibility could wait.

~

To be continued...