Hey guys!

So there is another story :)

There will be about 8 chapters. The story is already finishied and in the care of my beta at the moment!

It´s -of course- Spamano because they are just adorable~

I think the "friends with benefits" cliche fits very well to them, no?

I hope you had all a happy christmas and have big plans for an amazing new year!

And of cousre I hope you guys will enjoy this story, I had a great time writing it!

A big THANK YOU to Tsundere35160 for being beta reader to my story and helping me with the language fails :) I already learned a lot - and still need to learn a lot more- and you made me enjoy and laugh about my own story again!

1

"You want a beer as well?"

"Fuck yeah."

I chuckled and gave the second bottle I already brought (just in case) over to the couch to Lovino. I sat down on the couch, next to my grumpy flatmate. We clacked the bottles against each other, drank in silence and stared at the TV, not even paying attention to it. It was not as comfortable as it sounded, since we both were very angry and frustrated. Finally I sighed and took another gulp of my beer.

I started a conversation, "Your frown seems deeper than usual... Shitty day?"

He looked really pissed off. Every other sane human being would get the hell out of this room, scared to death. Good thing I was a little bit different.

His frown deepened more, but then a small bitter and false grin tucked the corners of his lips. I smiled too, but I didn't feel like smiling as well.

He finally said, "I suppose yours was as shitty as mine?" Huh…so he was able to read my mood just as well as I could read his. Nobody else would have known that my smile was fake.

I held up my bottle for a silent cheer, but let my head fall down, defeated. I didn't try to smile anymore.

"I got dumped… again…" I confessed.

He lifted his bottle at me and saluted again.

"Jackpot!" He said, his eyes glittered mischievously, "… but me too." He added after a few moments.

He noticed my concerned look and blushed lightly.

"What was it this time, Bastard? Were you accused of being to clingy and wimpy? … Or did your partner cheat again?" He questioned.

Darn… Lovino knew too much about me.

"A little bit of everything I think?" I murmured and chuckled helplessly. The Italian just snorted, sounding almost amused.

"Why do you always choose people that don't get how you think? Even I understand that you just need a good argument and a kick in your ass sometimes."

I had to laugh. That was kind of true.

Now it was my turn to show how well I knew him.

"And isn't it the same for you? Let's see… Did one try to change you into the nice, little, adorable guy you look like, instead of accepting you the way you are? And then they get scared when they see your intense side?" I guessed.

"Fuck. You know too much about me… now I have to kill you" He muttered and let down the empty bottle.

That was exactly what I meant!

I got off the couch to get some more alcohol and came back with a whole arm full of beer. We needed to kill off some unnecessary brain cells here!

We spent the following hours sitting –or half laying- on the couch and getting drunk as hell! We had a great time with complaining about how pointless love and relationships were. It was all about harmony and shit, but did nobody see that a calm relationship was a dead one?

"I wouldn't say that I don't believe in fucking, love or relationships, but what is this shit!? This isn´t love, this is a torture… and you don't even get sex… you just get that –I´m disappointed- look" Lovino cursed passionately and hugged his empty beer bottle.

"Ah… I miss de sex…" I mumbled dreamily, my eyes already half closed. And it was true, so true! I felt so stressed and frustrated and there was no way to release… sure jerking off or doing sports… or getting drunk would make it a little bit better, but we all know what we really need.

My flat mate nodded eagerly.

"God, you're so right! I…I really need a good fuck!"

Feeling steadied in my opinion I continued, fumbling with my bottle and use it to point in the air. The alcohol let me stumble over my words, but I believed that drunk people always tell the truth!

"Si! I mean come on! How can one be dominant or romantic, when they don´t even want to respond to you or saying they have a headache or some other silly excuse… It would be so much easier if you could have sex without the whole relationship thing. Just two people who need to clear their minds."

"You're a dumbass and an airhead but you have a point there." The Italian said, but I was too drunk to be stunned about the fact he agreed with me.

"Dios." I rubbed my eyes.

There was silence for a few moments. I was already wondering if Lovino has fallen asleep.

"So…so you wantto have sexas badly as me..?" I heard a very low voice saying, the words slurred with alcohol.

"Si. I don't even have a word for it" For some reason I whispered as well. I felt I should lower my voice so as not to disturb the atmosphere. Hah! And people thought I couldn't read the atmosphere. I mean, I have no idea where this is going, but I think I was playing along quite well!

He was silent again. I opened my eyes to look at him. He chewed at his bottom lip as if he was holding back instead of saying something… what could it be? Finally he sighed and laid his head back.

"Well… that sucks…" He muttered.

And then there was an idea that popped up in my mind. Suddenly, I felt like he was giving me hints. If anyone asks, I blamed the alcohol for it!

I sat up quickly and snapped my fingers like I just had solved a really difficult problem.

"Let's have sex..." I said quietly and looked to him, as if it was the only logic option.

His eyes snapped open as well and he glared at me, his features flustered.

"What the fuck… did you say?!"

"Let's have sex!" I repeated enthusiastically, as he didn't share my excitement I began to explain myself.

"I mean… look, its jussst logic! We both got dumped and have had enough of those stupid things called relationships. We both agree, that we totaaaally need sex. I knew we've both dated men and woman already… we're best friends, and flat mates so it'll be just sex, and no feelings will come in the way! It's a win-win situation!"

He looked at me in horror for a few more moments and after a while I began to worry if my idea was as great as I thought it was, or if it was just the alcohol speaking through me. Then he leaned in with a skeptical but not angry look.

"Ah lo siento… maybe it was a bad idea…" I said quietly.

"Ok, let's do this"

I was already starting an apologetic ramble and was gesturing with my arms but after he said that I froze in a really awkward position.

"…ah?"

He snorted again, "Normally you're an airhead, but you are right about that, so I agree with you… don't look at me like that. I can´t believe I'm saying this… not having sex for so long is evil shit…" He said, and I could see that the tips of his ears had turned a light shade of pink.

I had to laugh, because it was adorable and I felt flattered by his hidden compliment.

"See what sis no sex thing has done to usss! We have to help each other, as se best friends we are!" I slurred heavily.

Then there was a short silence, but we were both too drunk to feel awkward. I think we had a silent agreement of some sort that there would be no unnecessary foreplay or kissing and stuff.

So I decided to just lean forward but I failed and pushed Lovino -not so gently- against the couch. His glare told me he was not amused. I stayed like that, bent over him but I smiled apologetically. As I adjusted myself on top of him, he stopped me.

"Whoa…whoa… wait!" He slurred out, "I want to top!"

I gave him a blank look.

"No…I do" I said.

"NO. I do." He responded.

"No… I do." I said again and tried to continue what I had initiated. He began to struggle against me and tried to get on top. We rolled around on the couch a little bit.

I had to grab the leather of the couch and I shook my head.

"Woah… the room is spinning." I informed Lovino and looked up at the ceiling. He made a similar irritated look and finally sighed, "Fuck… I think we're too drunk for real sex…"

I chewed on my bottom lip, while laying down beside Lovino and waited until the room stopped spinning. Then I looked to my flat mate's disappointed face.

"And… what if we try somesing else…you know… to see if it works? And if it's not embara…embara…embarrassing, we can worry about se real thing." I suggested with a helpless expression.

"So… no choosing position here…?" Lovino asked.

"Uhm… si…?"I said and ran my fingers through my hair and tried to adjust myself in a more comfortable position, it was a small couch after all. As soon as I moved, Lovino turned to face me. I could feel something hard brushing my leg. It took just about a half second to get me focused. New record for me!

And just the thought of the nice and smutty things that could happen now, were enough to send a shiver down my spine and get me aroused as well. I could already feel that nice tickling sensation in my stomach that was both arousal and anticipation.

My hips began to slowly move by themselves to make the thrilling feeling last longer or make it more intense. I could feel that it was the same for Lovino.

Dios… just feeling something hot and hard grinding against your own crotch –that wasn't your own hand- it just felt so good, I realized. I hadn´t done this for too long.

Suddenly hands reached around my waist and pressed our hips together eagerly. I could hear a low moan escape from my flat mate's lips. Did his voice always sound so sexy?

We kept doing that for a few moments, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. Now.

I hesitated for a moment. I opened my eyes, only to see two golden glowing embers just in front of me. He still looked quite upset.

"Would you…. Fucking please hurry the fuck up? Or do I have to do everything by myself?" He growled lowly. I could hear he wasn't angry, just frustrated. And drunk, just like me.

I couldn´t help myself and chuckled over his reaction. Without another word I began to unbuckle his belt. His grip around my waist got firmer and I could feel his hands were traveling lower to my butt while he started to move his hips again. I pulled his belt out of the loops with a small whipping sound and let it fall to the floor. Then I opened his jeans. I didn't wear a belt myself because I always changed into some jogging pants after arriving at home, so Lovino was able to get my pants down just with a small movement of his hands.

For some reason I didn't dare to look down at our surely-tall and proudly standing erections, because it was still a little bit awkward. Instead I looked at Lovino's face.

I watched him close his eyes and revel in the pleasure he was recieving. That was probably a good idea so I closed my eyes a little too, but keeping them half open to watch Lovino.

I reached down to touch the tip of his cock. I could hear a slight whimper as response and I could feel that he had pressed our hips together harder so our cocks were pressed against each other more.

Another wave of pleasure went through my body and I automatically reached my hand around both of our cocks to press them together even more. Lovino seemed to like that and I began to move my hands.

Normally I wasn't able to reach my climax in a short time when I was drunk. It was really difficult to focus and do the right moves. But this time was different. We both didn't last very long, almost screaming while hitting our orgasm. Maybe it was because we both just needed it so badly or we just matched in this kind of activity.

And let me say. It was the best orgasm I had in a long time!