Vanilla and Chocolate (BruAbba Oneshots)

Walk

Bruno bumped into a passing woman and rushed to apollogise as he walked pass. Abbacchio noticed, but didn't say anything. The streets of Naples were busy at this time of day.
It was about 1PM. People were having lunch, seeing sights. Going about their day.

But Bruno and Leone? They were just going for a walk. They had no reason to be, no purpose, but that was a good thing. They had no restriction, no stress. Just them, the coast and the pavement in front of them.

Abbacchio's hand intertwined with Bruno's as they strode around, seeing the same places they'd seen over and over. Everytime they walked together on a sunny afternoon, it was totally relaxing.

It was a completely irrelevant question, yet Bruno asked it anyway, "Where to, Leone?"

Abbacchio always thought of Bruno as the leader. He was always the one with the ideas and the initiative.

"Wherever," Leone's answer was short and brief but he said it with warmth.

They had not a care of where or why. This was an excercise of pleasure, not purpose. And because Leone's legs were getting restless.
"Your legs are driving me mad," He had told him.

"That sexy?" Leone had replied.

"No. My eyes are being rather distracted. You- see!" He pointed. "Fucking- look. I think we're both a little pent up. Walk?"
   They had agreed.

Their converstions seemed stilted and brief, but that was only because they both knew that few words were needed. They understood each other without discussion or prompt.
   It was testement to the resilience and the power of their relationship. That they knew each other so well.

Bruno rested his head against Leone's shoulder, leaning into him with both his arms now wrapped around Leone's as they walked. It was a little uncomfortable, and they had to slow down, but neither minded too much.
   People walked down the street past them. One child almost looked a little confused that two men were in a couple.
   They both merely smiled at the people they saw, even Abbacchio. Which meant he was either trying to please Bruno by being polite or he was in an uncharacteristically good mood.

They came to a set of steps which led down from the street to the beach.
   Bruno untangled from Leone but kept onto his hand.

"Are you alright, Leone?" They stopped and faced eachother.
   There was a pause.

"Of course," Leone said gruffly, and Bucciarati knew he meant it. They closed their eyes and Abbacchio took off his sunglasses as they both leaned in for a kiss. It was lovely, on the beach, in the warmth, sharing a blissful moment. It didn't last too long but the impression was there.
   Leone nodded and Bruno blushed.
They started walking along the beach, sand getting into their shoes.
   Occaisionally, Leone would stoop to pick up a stone that he would then proceed to lob into the sea with a satisfying plop then splash.

He had a strong throw arm, which made Bruno somewhat jealous. Bruno thought Leone to be more attractive than him, but that was probably just bias. Leone didn't have much of an opinion, he just thought Bruno was pretty cute.

Bruno threw a pretty cute smile to him as he walked away to pick up a stone.

"Looks like a skull, see?"

"Add it to the collection," Leone told him. They had a pile of interesting stones and pebbles they found on coasts. They had things of interesting colours, shaped like hearts, conch shells, all sorts. They took it as a token of good times.

They went on scouring for pebbles, most of which they cast into the sea.

"Bet I can throw further than you," It was almost a declaration. Leone brandished a small smoothstone in his hand as he stepped in line with Bruno.

"Not much of a contest," Bruno replied, "No Stands?"

"Of course no Stands,"

They took aim, before both mightily hurling their chosen stones. Bruno went underarm and tried to skim the water whereas Leone brute forced it with an overarm. Bruno's might have gone further but the skim wasn't perfect.

"Skimming doesn't count anyway," Leone said, dusting himself off, even with the lack of any dust to be dusted off.

"You're just making up rules at that point," there was a little supressed laugh behind Bruno's voice.

They carried on walking across the beach, under the blazing sun. They saw children and parents also tossing stones, just as they had. They both smiled at the same time.

Finding another set of steps, they reconvened with the street as a seagull ducked and swooped low near them. They cawed and cooed, their noises melding with the crash of waves and the bustle of people.
   They walked for another ten minutes, this time instead going further away from the coast through the streets.
   Gaggles of teens went by, suspicious men stared at them suspiciously and a woman over the other side of the street walked out of a store.

It was the normal neighbourhood.

They'd only been out for an hour but Bruno, wearing flip flops, noticed that his feet began to tire and his legs weary. He felt a little stiff, and he'd love to go home and enjoy an ice cream on the balcony while Leone organised the wardrobe (like he'd promised).

"I think we should head back."

"Sure thing, Bruno."

Leone nodded as they turned a street corner and started heading back home. It wasn't long before they were at their apartment door, but still Bruno felt oddly tired. Leone unlocked the door and they walked in.
Bruno cast off his flip flops and sighed, smiling and ruffling his black hair. His cheeks were rosy and hale, his skin glowed.
   Abbacchio's skin was still pale but he has a smile on his face as well.

Bruno stole over to the freezer in the kitchen and got out a tub of ice cream, which he proceeded to place on the table, waiting for it to melt.

It was a good walk, a great start to the day. They were both rejuvenated and invigorated. Motivated.

Bruno just felt lucky. How lucky was he to get a man like Leone?

Very lucky.