𝑾𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑭

Chapter 7: What are we?

The morning

Illuso woke up in Melone's bed with the man next to him. Melone laid on his chest that was covered in hickeys. He sighed and just slowly ran his fingers through his lavender hair. Melone still laid asleep as Illuso did that. When Melone woke up he greeted Illuso with a kiss, who eagerly returned it. "Morning, whore." "Morning, slut." They shared a quick laugh and kissed again. "I can make you something to eat, what do you want?" The brunette asked and Melone smirked. "I think you know what I want." He purred and Illuso just grabbed him by his hair and shoved him under the blanket that covered them. "Then eat up, whore." Melone was quite surprised, not expecting him to agree when he wasn't buzzed, but he had no objections. He worked his magic and earned some groans and grunts from Illuso, who had a tight grip on his hair. When Illuso finished he kept Melone there, not letting him move. "Since I know we're going to do this more often..move an inch and I won't fuck your anymore." Melone hummed and happily complied. "I'm thinking of something to make us for breakfast and I don't need your stupid ideas, we can fuck after breakfast." Even if he told him not to move he still had a tight grip in his lavender locks. They stayed like that for about 10 minutes. Finally he yanked him off by his hair and dragged him back over the blanket, giving him a kiss. "I'll make you some eggs, how do you like yours?" Illuso grabbed his boxers and pants and put them on, deciding to go topless, not at all ashamed of the marks on his chest and back. "Sunny side." Melone answered and put on his boxers and pants as well, but he put on his fluffy jacket as well, no shirt. Illuso went to his kitchen and started making eggs for the both of them. Melone sat at the table and watched him cook. "I didn't know you could cook. Do you cook for Gelato and Sorbet?" Illuso shook his head. "Nah Sorbet does most of the cooking, but when they're...'busy' then I cook." Melone nodded as he listened to the brunette. "Gotcha." He wasn't fully paying attention as he stared at his ass. He got up and stood next to him. "I'd advise you don't wear that coat when you- what the hell?!" Illuso yelped as Melone smacked his ass. "You bitch, you're paying for that later." Melone giggled and just hugged his arm. "Hey let go, do you want breakfast or not?" Melone reluctantly let go but wrapped his arms around his waist. "Is this fine, your highness?" Illuso chuckled. "This is just fine."

The two ate their breakfast in relative silence, until Illuso spoke up. "So....what are we?" Melone looked up and tilted his head. "What do you mean?" Illuso sighed. "I mean, like are we just friends with benefits, a serious relationship, or just a one time thing?" Melone stared for a while with a hand under his chin. "That's a good question....what are we...?" The two pondered and Melone spoke again. "What do you want us to be." They finished eating and Illuso cleaned the dishes. "I guess....I'm not really sure what I want us to be.." Melone sighed loudly. "Ughhh just make up your mind already. You're so slowwww!" Even if they weren't even together they already acted like an old married couple. "Fine. How about I visit you ever so often to have fun, let's stay.... friends with benefits for now." Melone rolled his eyes. "That's fine, at least you made a decision." He got up and hugged Illuso from behind as he washed the dishes, feeling up his chest. 'I wanted to be more....why are you so dense? But it's fine I guess, we can just be friends with benefits for now.....I love you, idiot.' Illuso smirked a bit and when he finished washing the dishes he picked him up, bringing them to Melone's room.

Luca's house

"Formaggio get up, it's half past noon." The redhead groaned and stayed in bed. "Go away, I don't want to get up today." Luca sighed, knowing that he was feeling depressed today. He sat on the bed, rubbing slow circles on his shoulder. "You don't have to get up yet, but you should soon, drink some water and get something to eat." He didn't show it but Formaggio always appreciated when Luca took his time with him, letting him go at his own pace when he was feeling down. "Do you want me to stay a bit longer before I go to work." Formaggio nodded and faced towards Luca. He wrapped him up in a hug and murmured praise to him, Formaggio felt safe whenever he was around Luca, he couldn't thank him enough for taking him when he ran away from home. Luca stayed for a bit longer, not minding being a bit late for work, he'd be fine. When he tried getting up Formaggio wouldn't let go. "P-Please don't go yet..." It made him feel terrible for leaving Formaggio like this. He decided to take a day off, the first time he's done that since he got hired. He stayed with Formaggio, even when he got up to get some water. The redhead appreciated small gestures like that and he laid in bed a lot with Luca at his side, helping calm him down when he cried or help him feel better when he felt demotivated. "Luca..." "Yes?" "Can you make some food? Maybe some chicken or lobster? You can call me down when you're done." Luca smiled softly. "Sure." He left Formaggio and went downstairs to the kitchen to cook.

Formaggio grabbed his phone and thought for a bit before deciding to call Risotto, wanting to get the situation sorted out. Risotto picked up after the first ring. "Hello?" "Hi Riz, I wanted to talk to you." "That's fine just be a bit quiet ok?" "Huh why?" "Ghiaccio's asleep." "Ok-wait you're with Ghiaccio? Ok. But anyways I needed to talk about some things. First, what are we? Are we friends, friends with benefits?" "Just friends, we can both agree that night was an accident." "Ok, that's the first issue resolved. Second question....Why did you abandon me? After I dropped out it was like you disappeared off the face of the earth. We lived on the same street for Christ's sake, yet you never said anything to me. Did you really ditch me for everyone else?" The other line was silent. "Am I on fucking mute? Answer me Risotto!" He didn't mean to get mad but he'd been bottling this up for so long. He just wanted to know why Risotto gave up on him. Risotto stayed quiet, he felt guilty as hell. He didn't have a reason for not talking to Formaggio, he just stopped talking to him. He didn't think about the consequences on Formaggio's health at all. 'Why is he so upset? Was I his only friend? Did I screw up? Did I cause him to become so depressed?' Formaggio grit his teeth and before he could yell at him more Risotto started talking. "In truth, I had no reason for not talking to you. I didn't think of the consequences and I just stopped talking about you and to you." Formaggio felt completely betrayed but knowing was better than not knowing. "But, I'd like to change that. I want to talk to you again, like we used to. We may not live on the same street anymore but I'd let you come over like you used to." That made him smile a bit. "That.....sounds nice..."

They chatted for a bit longer before they hung up. Luca called him down for the food. He made lobster and mashed potatoes. "Thank you Luca." He hugged him before sitting down and eating. "Are you alright?" Luca asked softly. "I'm feeling better than earlier, you've been a big help. You didn't have to take a day off just for me but you did, and that made me really happy. I really needed someone today." Luca wiped a tear before smiling. "Aww Luca don't cry for me." Formaggio chuckled and Luca groaned, having heard that joke from him a million times. "Make that joke again and I'll bash your skull in with a shovel." "You're so mean!" The two shared some more laughs and finished eating. Luca put the dishes in the sink, to clean tomorrow. The two watched some movies together and ate popcorn. Formaggio had fell asleep on the couch and Luca brought him to his room. "Goodnight." He closed the door and started cleaning up. He went to his own room and laid on the bed. He had a hard time sleeping, he kept thinking about Formaggio and his health. He hadn't seen him this depressed ever since he ran away from home. 'Should I get in contact with his friends? They might be a bad influence on him...what am I saying, I sound like I'm his parent.' He sighed and just tried going to sleep. When he woke up he got ready for work and decided to let Formaggio sleep in, he made some breakfast for him and left.

//Did anyone ask for soft Luca? No, but I did it anyways. Sorry that this is a little short