Hello world!
This idea kind of came while I was half asleep, and I just couldn't get it out of my head. It is based on The One Semester of Spanish Love Song. If you haven't heard it, you need to go listen now. It's amazing, and this story will make so much more sense.
I'm dedicating this to Moonclaimed and Wolfborg007 for editing, titling, and encouraging me to finally post something on here. If you haven't read their stuff, go, they're both really good.
Oh, and please excuse Lovino OoCness. There really wasn't a way around it.
I don't own anything.
Antonio closed the door with a sigh. It had been a long day at work, filled with meetings and paperwork. He was just glad to be home, where he could be with Lovi. Maybe he'd even let him help him with his Spanish. He was taking lessons, but he told Antonio he wouldn't speak in Spanish to him because "it was so much better than his own, and it would just be plain embarrassing for Antonio- not that he cared or anything, he just didn't want to deal with him crying and shit." But Antonio knew better. Lovino was just worried that he'd-
Was that a guitar?
Suddenly, Lovino appeared in a half-opened button down shirt, eyes full of lust. Before Antonio could say anything, Lovino opened his mouth, and began to sing.
Hola señor, como te llamas?
Me llamo Lovino, me llamo Lovino.
Lovino stepped forward, placing his hands on Antonio's chest, while the latter stared, bewildered by his lover's actions.
Donda esta el bano?
Feliz compleanos.
Que hora es? Que hora es?
La da da da da
Antonio opened his mouth to say something, but Lovino quickly placed a finger over his lips.
Me gusta la biblioteca.
Vivo en la casa rojo.
Yo tendo dos bicicletas.
Muchas gracias y de nada.
Lovino's fingers trailed on Antonio's shoulder as he circled behind him, singing into his ear.
Cuantos anos tienes?
Antonio's brows furrowed in concentration. "Umm..I guess I'm-"
Un momento por favor.
Lovino spun Antonio around to face him, successfully pinning him against a wall. Antonio stared, eyes wide, a veil of crimson lining his face.
It's the One Semester of Spanish, Spanish love song.
Antonio began to breathe heavily as Lovino began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Mi mama es bonita.
Mi gato es muy blanco.
Perdoneme, perdoneme.
La da da da da
Lovino put up his hands and began to lift his fingers in a counting motion.
Uno dos tres y cuatro,
Cino seis siete ocho nueve diez.
He stared at his hands, a puzzled look masking his face.
No remembero how to say eleven.
He snapped his head back up at Antonio.
Antonio Banderas.
Nachos grande y cinnamon twists.
Lovino slammed his hands against the wall, one hand on either side of Antonio's face, bodies flesh against each other.
It's the One Semester of Spanish, Spanish love song.
Lovino looked sexily into Antonio's glazed eyes, lips nearing Antonio's
Au revoir.
Lovino turned away to make back to their room to wait for the inevitable, shooting a longing glance back at Antonio, when his wrist grabbed, spinning him face to face with Antonio.
"Dios mio, Lovi…your Spanish…it really turns me on…" he breathed huskily.
Lovino smirked. "Really?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Si…Lovino…." The Spaniard's voice had a sexy seriousness to it.
"Yes, Antonio?" he whispered.
"You do know that 'au revoir' is French, right?"
"FUCK!"