𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎

𝟐𝟏.𝟎𝟎

                                                       The costa rican's eyes softened and he slowly walked over to his lover.

Now that Elijah was asleep, the two men looked at each other, not knowing what to do. If they moved to get dressed then they would wake Elijah. But if they stayed then Elijah would feel something he wouldn't wanna feel.

Alejandro was the first to get up. Slowly and cautiously he slipped out of the bed. He walked to the opposite side of the bed and eased towards Mattia who was making grabby hands at his lover.

The costa rican picked the italian up, almost dropping him. "Holy shit, princess, you're heavy." Alejandro whispered. Mattia glared at the costa rican and crossed his arms. "Awh, i'm just playing." He said softly.

He set Mattia on the floor and dressed himself first. After he was done he grabbed the younger's clothes that were scattered all over the room. He walked back over to the italian and dressed him.

"Can you feel your legs, princess?" The costa rican said quietly. The italian shook his head and Alejandro smiled. "Well I guess I did one thing right, then." He picked Mattia up and walked up the steps.

He set the italian on the couch and yawned. "What do you want for lunch, princess?" The costa rican asked as he walked into the kitchen. Mattia shrugged and grabbed the remote, turning on the tv.

"I could just order pizza?" Alejandro asked, walking back out to the living room and pulling his phone from his pocket. Mattia was staring intensely at the tv, not even listening to Alejandro.

"Damn. I need to get me a man who stares at me as hard as you stare at that tv." The costa rican said, getting onto the pizza hut website and ordering food. The italian just mumbled and nodded his head, still focused on the tv.

Alejandro shook his head and finished the order. "Pizza should be here in thirty minutes, princess." Still no reply. "Mattia Polibio, look at me when i'm speaking to you." The costa rican said sternly. Still, nothing.

Alejandro didn't want to, but Mattia had earned it. The italian was shaken from his focus on the tv when a hand harshly met his face. He whined and rubbed at his face. "What the fuck was that for?" He half shouted, turning to the costa rican.

"Princess, you wouldn't listen to me. You're too damn focused on that tv." Alejandro said as he sighed. The italian huffed and crossed his arms, turning back to the tv.

The costa rican was getting impatient, now. "You've made a mistake, disobeying me, princess." And with that Alejandro got up and walked away. Mattia flinched at the words but tried to act as if it didn't affect him. He had to pretend that anything Alejandro did didn't scare him.

About thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. Alejandro rushed into the room, opening the front door. Pizza and money was exchanged. The costa rican thanked the person and shut the door, locking it. He set the pizza on the table and went downstairs.

He came back upstairs with a drowsy Elijah. He picked the small boy up and set him in his booster seat at the table. The smell of pizza made Mattia hungry. "Baby, could you please come pick me up and bring me to the table? Or get me a piece of pizza?" The italian asked.

Alejandro shook his head. "Nope, you wanted to disobey me so therefore you can do things on your own." He said sternly. "But my legs hurt and I really need to go to the bathroom!" The italian retorted. Each word was becoming more and more whinier, iritaing the costa rican.

"I said do it yourself god damnit!" Alejandro snapped, making the complaining Mattia go silent. Mattia laid back against the couch and watched his show, no longer making any noises.

The costa rican's eyes softened and he slowly walked over to his lover. "Princess, i'm sorry for yelling. Let's get you to the bathroom." He carefully picked the italian up and walked upstairs into the bathroom. "Let me know when you're done." He said softly and shut the door.

After a few moments there were small taps at the door. Alejandro opened the door and chuckled. Mattia was on his belly, laying on the ground. "You're so helpless, little one."

He picked the italian back up and kissed his cheek. He smiled when he felt legs wrap around his waist and two arms wrap around his neck.