“Friday again?” Lovino suggested. He didn't want to come off as desperate, and on Friday he wouldn't have to worry about being late to work the following morning.
“Sure! I can come over, or would you like us to go somewhere else?”
“Here is fine.” Lovino felt he needed the familiarity of his own home to be comfortable with the whole thing. If they went elsewhere, he'd feel less confident, and he absolutely should not. He was the paying customer. He made the rules, even if there was no denying the thrill of arousal when Gilbert pushed him around.
“Great! And I'll bring something to drink this time, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Anyway, what do you do for fun? Do you like movies?”
“What? Uh, not really.”
“Then what? Come on, tell me something about yourself!”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why? I want to get to know you a bit better. We'll have more fun.”
“If you want a list of what kind of shit I'm into, I'd rather submit that in writing.”
There was a brief moment of silence on the other end before Gilbert let out an enthusiastic “Okay!” that made Lovino think his answer must have been weird somehow. But who could blame him? Gilbert was odd and didn't fit most of the stereotypes he had about prostitutes. It was probably since he was just starting out.
Gilbert wanted to talk more, but Lovino lied that he had work to do and ended the call. He tossed his phone on the living room table and fell on his back on the couch. Gilbert would be coming on Friday. Now he had something to look forward to, as pathetic as that sounded.
He wasn't happy with his life in Germany. He missed his family and the little village where he had grown up. He missed the sense of security that came from being surrounded by people who spoke his language and whose gestures and ideas made sense. That he couldn't go back in the near future frustrated him to no end. It made him feel like his own country had betrayed him.
So far, the only thought that had stopped him from going insane had been that he would return as soon as he had earned enough to help pay all of the family's debts. Then he'd farm the land even if it brought him nothing because starving at home was better than eating sauerkraut and sausage. But that was such a distant dream that it didn't always manage to carry him through the day.
In the meantime, there was no shame in looking for a distraction in Gilbert, right? The sex would keep him relaxed and help him get through the week. That was all he wanted.
***
Once again, it was Friday evening, and Gilbert was ringing the doorbell of Lovino's apartment. He had arrived in his van because he didn't have another car, but his attire was entirely different from the previous time. No more old pants with holes in them for him! He'd grabbed his favourite T-shirt and sweater combo and was sure Lovino would love it.
“Hi! I'm here!” he announced when Lovino opened the door.
“So I see.” Lovino's eyes swept from his toes to his head and then back. “You aren't wearing that thing from last time.”
“Of course not. I only wear that when I'm – holy shit, what have you done to this place?”
“What?”
“Everything was spotless when I left last time, and now it's like I was never here! What the hell?”
Lovino's face developed a darker shade of red, and he puffed his cheeks in anger. “Well, it's been a week, dammit!”
“A week shouldn't be enough to do this. And it's such a nice apartment. Can't you at least throw the wrappers and empty envelopes away and not let them get everywhere? It's an easy thing to do, and it helps a lot.” As he spoke, Gilbert began to pick up the trash on the floor. He just couldn't bear the sight.
“I didn't call you here so that you could lecture at me about how I take care of my apartment! If I let a bit of junk pile up, so what? I have a stressful job.”
Gilbert walked into the kitchen to throw his armful of trash into the garbage can, only to discover that it was already full. He let out a frustrated sigh and began to open the cupboards under the sink with his foot, trying to find the roll of plastic bags that had been there the previous time.
“I guess it has its good sides,” he said once he had found what he was looking for. He dropped it to the floor with his toes and kicked it towards Lovino. “Without people like you, I'd be out of work.”
Lovino grunted in response and took a bag from the roll, spreading it open so that Gilbert could dump all the trash into it. “Go ahead and tidy up if it matters that much to you,” he grumbled.
“Can I? But I'm charging for it. I only clean for free at my brother's place.”
“Do whatever you want.”
Gilbert hadn't been planning to start his date with work, but he could come up with plenty of good reasons for it. First, it had turned Lovino into a hot mess the previous time when he couldn't have him right away. Second, money. And third...
“I want to take a shower when I'm done, and you should join me.”
“And why?”
“After I'm all sweaty and dusty after making your apartment shine, the least you can do is scrub me clean. It'll be fun.”
Lovino looked at him with a thoughtful frown on his face before shrugging. “Whatever. It's fun to watch you work like a slave. But don't make it like last time. It took too long.”
“Okay, I'll do just the kitchen. But if you make a mess at such a fast rate, you should get me to clean your place at least once a week.”
“Wouldn't that be a little weird?”
“Why?”
“Because we're having sex, that's why! Don't you think it's odd that the same guy both cleans my place and then screws me?”
Gilbert shrugged. “No. That's how it usually goes.”
“But that's when people are a couple, dammit! We aren't!”
“I can multi-task. I can be both your awesome cleaner and your awesome lover.” Gilbert picked up the full garbage bag and stopped to give Lovino a peck on the lips on his way out. “You should be happy. Think of it as a two-in-one deal.”
He kept chuckling to himself all the way down the stairs and outside to the garbage bin. He had this guy wrapped around his little finger! Whatever he asked, the other did. Normally, that would have been boring, but Lovino's angry sputtering was the most fun he had had in ages. He was such a weird but entertaining person.
One thing he didn't need to do in Lovino's kitchen was the dishes. The way the pans, spoons and other utensils were stored in the cupboards was anything but logical in Gilbert's books, but everything was clean. He guessed Lovino had to like cooking if he took such good care of his things.
“There's some beer in my bag. You should put it in the fridge,” he said.
“I don't like beer.”
“Good. More for me.” Something at the back of the cupboard caught Gilbert's attention, and he dug it out. It was ceramic tomato, about the size of his fist, and it had a bright, smiling face. “Wow, what's this?”
“Just some crap my brother gave me for Christmas. I've been meaning to throw it away.”
“I think it's cute. What does it do? It's got a hole, so it's not just for decoration, right?”
“You put eggs inside, and when you tilt it, the whites come out of the mouth.”
Gilbert turned the tomato around in his hands to inspect it closer. “That sounds pretty useful. Why do you want to throw it away?”
“Look at it. It's dumb as fuck.”
“Okay, into the trash it goes.” Gilbert dropped the tomato into the trash can, not missing the way Lovino shifted in discomfort at the action. “By the time I'm done, we should have another full bag of garbage. I'll take it out before I leave, so you won't have to tolerate that thing for much longer in your kitchen.”
“Sure.”
“So, you have a brother? What's he like?”
“Annoying and dumb.”
“Older or younger than you?”
“Younger.”
“Any other siblings?”
Lovino huffed and crossed his arms on his chest. “Why do you keep asking these stupid questions?”
“I just want to know you a bit better. We already had sex, so I figure we should know a few things about each other. Like favourite colour and TV show and so on. I bet you're dying to know about my brother! Look, I've got pictures.” Gilbert took his wallet out of his pocket and showed Lovino the series of photos he kept inside. There was a picture of Ludwig as a baby, another from when he had been ten, and one that showed them together right after Ludwig had got his degree.
Lovino regarded the photos with an unimpressed frown. “Which one of you is adopted?”
“Hey! We look totally alike! The only difference is that I'm hotter.”
“Tch. I guess, but that's not saying much.”
“Come on! I'm hot! Tell me how hot I am!”
“Why should I?”
“I'll give you something nice if you do.” Gilbert threw down the rag he'd been using to scrub the sink and circled behind Lovino to grab his hips. The other's initial reaction was to press his body against his, but then he swatted Gilbert away.
“Don't touch me before you've washed your hands!”
“That can be arranged. Let's take that shower now.”
Gilbert dragged Lovino into the bathroom. He liked having sex in the shower because wet bodies were nice, and he had a thing for cramped spaces where they had no choice but to touch each other all the time.
“This is so ridiculous,” Lovino muttered, but since he wasn't putting up a fight, Gilbert was sure he'd go along with it.
“Have you done this in the shower before? And jerking off by yourself doesn't count.”
“Wh – I don't do that! I don't need to!”
Gilbert laughed and stepped closer to ruffle Lovino's hair. “The shade of your face tells otherwise. I bet you look real cute when you do it. Want to give me a show?”
“No.”
“Come on! You could try to get a bit more into this! I can't work with you if you're going to be a total sourpuss.”
“Let me undress you.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me, dumbass! Be still while I take off your clothes.”
That was a bit weird, but to heck with it. Gilbert took a step back and didn't object when Lovino reached to pull his arms out of his sweater. His hands lingered near his throat and travelled down his chest to grab the hem of his T-shirt, but Gilbert couldn't help but squirm before he reached it.
“I said still!”
“I can't help it! I'm ticklish.”
“Then you had better learn some discipline and fast. Now raise your arms.”
Gilbert followed the order, not entirely sure why he was going along with everything that Lovino said. He was pretty flexible in bed, but he didn't usually like to be pushed around by guys who hadn't earned it. And Lovino hadn't – there wasn't much confidence underneath all that griping and commands.
His shirt was thrown into the sink. Lovino didn't go straight for his belt but made his hands roam around Gilbert's bare chest and shoulders. Every touch threatened to break him into a fit of giggles, but he bit the inside of his mouth to stay in control. He was so focused on that that it took him entirely by surprise when Lovino's hands climbed up his back to his neck, then to his hair.
“I'm not a dog,” he said when the other began to stroke his scalp.
“Your hair is like barbed wire. Do you even take care of it?”
“I wash it a few times a week.” Gilbert wanted to lean against Lovino's touch when his hands found his ears, but he kept himself in check. Damn, that felt good.
“That's not taking care of it. Now that we're here, I should wash it with my shampoo and use some conditioner and anti-split ends serum on it. Not that one time is going to do much.”
“More shower sex next time?”
“Maybe if you behave now.”
“Hey, I've been still. You never said anything about talking.”
“I should just gag you.”
“No way! Nobody does that to me. That's my one rule.”
Lovino snorted and began to move his hands downwards again. The skin on Gilbert's head was tingling pleasantly from the stimulation, and he hoped it would be just as good when they skipped to more sensitive areas.
“I should have figured you'd love to listen to your own voice that much.”
“And you love to make a big show of doing nothing. Let's move on!” The hands trailing his skin felt nice, but not nice enough, and Gilbert's impatience was getting the best of him. He grabbed Lovino's wrists and pushed his hands lower, keeping them there until the other started fiddling with his zipper.
Gilbert peeled his trousers off him, which left him standing in his boxers. He'd picked his cute good luck boxers with little birds on them. They earned him a sigh and a roll of his eyes from Lovino, but Gilbert didn't let that put a damper on his spirit, especially when Lovino began to pull the boxers down his thighs until he was able to step out of them.
“Hey, how come you're still totally dressed?” he complained. Not that he minded the fact that his body was the one getting all the attention, but he was slowly beginning to feel a little self-conscious under Lovino's glare, especially since he didn't yet know him well enough to be able to read whether he was displeased with something or whether this was a normal pre-sex expression for him.
“Because I say so, dammit.”
Gilbert searched his brain for a logical explanation. Lovino didn't struck him as one of those super dominant types who liked to order someone around like a slave. In fact, even now he was hardly acting like he was in charge. He wouldn't look him in the eyes, his face was red with embarrassment, and even though he did his best to make his words sound boastful, Gilbert could detect a slight nervous tinge behind them.
Maybe he was acting like this because he was unsure of himself but too ashamed to show it. And the situation they were in now, Gilbert naked and Lovino fully dressed, gave the other at least the illusion of having some power over him.
“And I say it's high time you find that fire from last time. Do you need help getting your clothes off, or can I go ahead?”
“I can do it myself. Just go already.”
Gilbert pushed aside the glass door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom and stepped into the cubicle. It was cramped, just like he had wanted, and the shower head looked like it had a massage function. He had the feeling that this would be awesome.
I am still laughing from the conversation with Antonio about his grandmother. It was beyond hilarious, and I’m such a sucker for silly misunderstandings like that.
I loved the whole scene at Lovino’s house. Gilbert being shocked and appalled at the mess was perfect, and there was something very hot about “he didn't usually like to be pushed around by guys who hadn't earned it.”
At the same time, I can’t help feeling bad for Gilbert. He’s so happy and excited, and Lovino just thinks of him as his prostitute. They’re both so lovably oblivious!
Oh you awesome Author!Anon, you made my day and week and month with this update! The dialogue between Lovino and Antonio was pure perfect and lovable sillyness and I totally love how everybody is clueless about what's really going on :D But I have to agree with previous anon, I sort of feel sad for Gilbert, how he's going to react when he finds out that Lovino thinks he's a prostitute? ^^'
- "I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often" Gilbert - "Oh my grandma hires him" and Lovino's reaction - Gilbert getting all OMG THE MESS IN HERE WHAT DID YOU DO?! and being a fastidious German in general - Lovino's homesickness, especially the culture clash - being unfamiliar with gestures and body language, hating the food, having problems with the language - How everything just gels perfectly to keep the misunderstanding going. You've got a real knack for that, it's very organic and doesn't feel forced or contrived.
Seconding what above anon said: it's sort of a miracle you can keep the misunderstanding going in a way that feels organic and not contrived at all.
Also, damn, I really felt for Lovino there, poor sweetheart. Moving out from your country can be very difficult, if you're doing it for job reason and not because you want to, and people often don't realize how much added stress the culture clash can be. You prepare yourself for the big differences - language, transportation system, living arrangements... - but it's the tiny ones that really end up messing with you - your favorite kind of coffee is no longer the default, you never know if the person you're flirting with is flirting back or just being polite, you can't find a hairdresser that understands how you want your hair...- and it all piles up and you end up feeling like you can't get a break.
Honestly, I'm kind of wishing I had some Gilbo myself to get me through all that. I would have been laughing my ass off every time he opened his mouth, at least.
“Because we're having sex, that's why! Don't you think it's odd that the same guy both cleans my place and then screws me?”
Gilbert shrugged. “No. That's how it usually goes.”
Like, this made me LOL so hard. Traditional relationships according to Gilbert. He's so fun.
And of course he has other talents, too ;D
I kind of liked that he lets Lovino push him around so easily, even if he fully realizes he's so insecure under his bossiness. It's like he realizes this is what Lovino needs on some level and just goes along with it because deep down he does like him<3
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Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 08:46 am (UTC)(link)“Sure! I can come over, or would you like us to go somewhere else?”
“Here is fine.” Lovino felt he needed the familiarity of his own home to be comfortable with the whole thing. If they went elsewhere, he'd feel less confident, and he absolutely should not. He was the paying customer. He made the rules, even if there was no denying the thrill of arousal when Gilbert pushed him around.
“Great! And I'll bring something to drink this time, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Anyway, what do you do for fun? Do you like movies?”
“What? Uh, not really.”
“Then what? Come on, tell me something about yourself!”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why? I want to get to know you a bit better. We'll have more fun.”
“If you want a list of what kind of shit I'm into, I'd rather submit that in writing.”
There was a brief moment of silence on the other end before Gilbert let out an enthusiastic “Okay!” that made Lovino think his answer must have been weird somehow. But who could blame him? Gilbert was odd and didn't fit most of the stereotypes he had about prostitutes. It was probably since he was just starting out.
Gilbert wanted to talk more, but Lovino lied that he had work to do and ended the call. He tossed his phone on the living room table and fell on his back on the couch. Gilbert would be coming on Friday. Now he had something to look forward to, as pathetic as that sounded.
He wasn't happy with his life in Germany. He missed his family and the little village where he had grown up. He missed the sense of security that came from being surrounded by people who spoke his language and whose gestures and ideas made sense. That he couldn't go back in the near future frustrated him to no end. It made him feel like his own country had betrayed him.
So far, the only thought that had stopped him from going insane had been that he would return as soon as he had earned enough to help pay all of the family's debts. Then he'd farm the land even if it brought him nothing because starving at home was better than eating sauerkraut and sausage. But that was such a distant dream that it didn't always manage to carry him through the day.
In the meantime, there was no shame in looking for a distraction in Gilbert, right? The sex would keep him relaxed and help him get through the week. That was all he wanted.
Once again, it was Friday evening, and Gilbert was ringing the doorbell of Lovino's apartment. He had arrived in his van because he didn't have another car, but his attire was entirely different from the previous time. No more old pants with holes in them for him! He'd grabbed his favourite T-shirt and sweater combo and was sure Lovino would love it.
“Hi! I'm here!” he announced when Lovino opened the door.
“So I see.” Lovino's eyes swept from his toes to his head and then back. “You aren't wearing that thing from last time.”
“Of course not. I only wear that when I'm – holy shit, what have you done to this place?”
“What?”
“Everything was spotless when I left last time, and now it's like I was never here! What the hell?”
Lovino's face developed a darker shade of red, and he puffed his cheeks in anger. “Well, it's been a week, dammit!”
“A week shouldn't be enough to do this. And it's such a nice apartment. Can't you at least throw the wrappers and empty envelopes away and not let them get everywhere? It's an easy thing to do, and it helps a lot.” As he spoke, Gilbert began to pick up the trash on the floor. He just couldn't bear the sight.
“I didn't call you here so that you could lecture at me about how I take care of my apartment! If I let a bit of junk pile up, so what? I have a stressful job.”
Gilbert walked into the kitchen to throw his armful of trash into the garbage can, only to discover that it was already full. He let out a frustrated sigh and began to open the cupboards under the sink with his foot, trying to find the roll of plastic bags that had been there the previous time.
“I guess it has its good sides,” he said once he had found what he was looking for. He dropped it to the floor with his toes and kicked it towards Lovino. “Without people like you, I'd be out of work.”
Lovino grunted in response and took a bag from the roll, spreading it open so that Gilbert could dump all the trash into it. “Go ahead and tidy up if it matters that much to you,” he grumbled.
“Can I? But I'm charging for it. I only clean for free at my brother's place.”
“Do whatever you want.”
Gilbert hadn't been planning to start his date with work, but he could come up with plenty of good reasons for it. First, it had turned Lovino into a hot mess the previous time when he couldn't have him right away. Second, money. And third...
“I want to take a shower when I'm done, and you should join me.”
“And why?”
“After I'm all sweaty and dusty after making your apartment shine, the least you can do is scrub me clean. It'll be fun.”
Lovino looked at him with a thoughtful frown on his face before shrugging. “Whatever. It's fun to watch you work like a slave. But don't make it like last time. It took too long.”
“Okay, I'll do just the kitchen. But if you make a mess at such a fast rate, you should get me to clean your place at least once a week.”
“Wouldn't that be a little weird?”
“Why?”
“Because we're having sex, that's why! Don't you think it's odd that the same guy both cleans my place and then screws me?”
Gilbert shrugged. “No. That's how it usually goes.”
“But that's when people are a couple, dammit! We aren't!”
“I can multi-task. I can be both your awesome cleaner and your awesome lover.” Gilbert picked up the full garbage bag and stopped to give Lovino a peck on the lips on his way out. “You should be happy. Think of it as a two-in-one deal.”
He kept chuckling to himself all the way down the stairs and outside to the garbage bin. He had this guy wrapped around his little finger! Whatever he asked, the other did. Normally, that would have been boring, but Lovino's angry sputtering was the most fun he had had in ages. He was such a weird but entertaining person.
One thing he didn't need to do in Lovino's kitchen was the dishes. The way the pans, spoons and other utensils were stored in the cupboards was anything but logical in Gilbert's books, but everything was clean. He guessed Lovino had to like cooking if he took such good care of his things.
“There's some beer in my bag. You should put it in the fridge,” he said.
“I don't like beer.”
“Good. More for me.” Something at the back of the cupboard caught Gilbert's attention, and he dug it out. It was ceramic tomato, about the size of his fist, and it had a bright, smiling face. “Wow, what's this?”
“Just some crap my brother gave me for Christmas. I've been meaning to throw it away.”
“I think it's cute. What does it do? It's got a hole, so it's not just for decoration, right?”
“You put eggs inside, and when you tilt it, the whites come out of the mouth.”
Gilbert turned the tomato around in his hands to inspect it closer. “That sounds pretty useful. Why do you want to throw it away?”
“Look at it. It's dumb as fuck.”
“Okay, into the trash it goes.” Gilbert dropped the tomato into the trash can, not missing the way Lovino shifted in discomfort at the action. “By the time I'm done, we should have another full bag of garbage. I'll take it out before I leave, so you won't have to tolerate that thing for much longer in your kitchen.”
“Sure.”
“So, you have a brother? What's he like?”
“Annoying and dumb.”
“Older or younger than you?”
“Younger.”
“Any other siblings?”
Lovino huffed and crossed his arms on his chest. “Why do you keep asking these stupid questions?”
“I just want to know you a bit better. We already had sex, so I figure we should know a few things about each other. Like favourite colour and TV show and so on. I bet you're dying to know about my brother! Look, I've got pictures.” Gilbert took his wallet out of his pocket and showed Lovino the series of photos he kept inside. There was a picture of Ludwig as a baby, another from when he had been ten, and one that showed them together right after Ludwig had got his degree.
Lovino regarded the photos with an unimpressed frown. “Which one of you is adopted?”
“Hey! We look totally alike! The only difference is that I'm hotter.”
“Tch. I guess, but that's not saying much.”
“Come on! I'm hot! Tell me how hot I am!”
“Why should I?”
“I'll give you something nice if you do.” Gilbert threw down the rag he'd been using to scrub the sink and circled behind Lovino to grab his hips. The other's initial reaction was to press his body against his, but then he swatted Gilbert away.
“Don't touch me before you've washed your hands!”
“That can be arranged. Let's take that shower now.”
Gilbert dragged Lovino into the bathroom. He liked having sex in the shower because wet bodies were nice, and he had a thing for cramped spaces where they had no choice but to touch each other all the time.
“This is so ridiculous,” Lovino muttered, but since he wasn't putting up a fight, Gilbert was sure he'd go along with it.
“Have you done this in the shower before? And jerking off by yourself doesn't count.”
“Wh – I don't do that! I don't need to!”
Gilbert laughed and stepped closer to ruffle Lovino's hair. “The shade of your face tells otherwise. I bet you look real cute when you do it. Want to give me a show?”
“No.”
“Come on! You could try to get a bit more into this! I can't work with you if you're going to be a total sourpuss.”
“Let me undress you.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me, dumbass! Be still while I take off your clothes.”
That was a bit weird, but to heck with it. Gilbert took a step back and didn't object when Lovino reached to pull his arms out of his sweater. His hands lingered near his throat and travelled down his chest to grab the hem of his T-shirt, but Gilbert couldn't help but squirm before he reached it.
“I said still!”
“I can't help it! I'm ticklish.”
“Then you had better learn some discipline and fast. Now raise your arms.”
Gilbert followed the order, not entirely sure why he was going along with everything that Lovino said. He was pretty flexible in bed, but he didn't usually like to be pushed around by guys who hadn't earned it. And Lovino hadn't – there wasn't much confidence underneath all that griping and commands.
His shirt was thrown into the sink. Lovino didn't go straight for his belt but made his hands roam around Gilbert's bare chest and shoulders. Every touch threatened to break him into a fit of giggles, but he bit the inside of his mouth to stay in control. He was so focused on that that it took him entirely by surprise when Lovino's hands climbed up his back to his neck, then to his hair.
“I'm not a dog,” he said when the other began to stroke his scalp.
“Your hair is like barbed wire. Do you even take care of it?”
“I wash it a few times a week.” Gilbert wanted to lean against Lovino's touch when his hands found his ears, but he kept himself in check. Damn, that felt good.
“That's not taking care of it. Now that we're here, I should wash it with my shampoo and use some conditioner and anti-split ends serum on it. Not that one time is going to do much.”
“More shower sex next time?”
“Maybe if you behave now.”
“Hey, I've been still. You never said anything about talking.”
“I should just gag you.”
“No way! Nobody does that to me. That's my one rule.”
Lovino snorted and began to move his hands downwards again. The skin on Gilbert's head was tingling pleasantly from the stimulation, and he hoped it would be just as good when they skipped to more sensitive areas.
“I should have figured you'd love to listen to your own voice that much.”
“And you love to make a big show of doing nothing. Let's move on!” The hands trailing his skin felt nice, but not nice enough, and Gilbert's impatience was getting the best of him. He grabbed Lovino's wrists and pushed his hands lower, keeping them there until the other started fiddling with his zipper.
Gilbert peeled his trousers off him, which left him standing in his boxers. He'd picked his cute good luck boxers with little birds on them. They earned him a sigh and a roll of his eyes from Lovino, but Gilbert didn't let that put a damper on his spirit, especially when Lovino began to pull the boxers down his thighs until he was able to step out of them.
“Hey, how come you're still totally dressed?” he complained. Not that he minded the fact that his body was the one getting all the attention, but he was slowly beginning to feel a little self-conscious under Lovino's glare, especially since he didn't yet know him well enough to be able to read whether he was displeased with something or whether this was a normal pre-sex expression for him.
“Because I say so, dammit.”
Gilbert searched his brain for a logical explanation. Lovino didn't struck him as one of those super dominant types who liked to order someone around like a slave. In fact, even now he was hardly acting like he was in charge. He wouldn't look him in the eyes, his face was red with embarrassment, and even though he did his best to make his words sound boastful, Gilbert could detect a slight nervous tinge behind them.
Maybe he was acting like this because he was unsure of himself but too ashamed to show it. And the situation they were in now, Gilbert naked and Lovino fully dressed, gave the other at least the illusion of having some power over him.
“And I say it's high time you find that fire from last time. Do you need help getting your clothes off, or can I go ahead?”
“I can do it myself. Just go already.”
Gilbert pushed aside the glass door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom and stepped into the cubicle. It was cramped, just like he had wanted, and the shower head looked like it had a massage function. He had the feeling that this would be awesome.
Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)I loved the whole scene at Lovino’s house. Gilbert being shocked and appalled at the mess was perfect, and there was something very hot about “he didn't usually like to be pushed around by guys who hadn't earned it.”
At the same time, I can’t help feeling bad for Gilbert. He’s so happy and excited, and Lovino just thinks of him as his prostitute. They’re both so lovably oblivious!
Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)But I have to agree with previous anon, I sort of feel sad for Gilbert, how he's going to react when he finds out that Lovino thinks he's a prostitute? ^^'
Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)- "I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often" Gilbert
- "Oh my grandma hires him" and Lovino's reaction
- Gilbert getting all OMG THE MESS IN HERE WHAT DID YOU DO?! and being a fastidious German in general
- Lovino's homesickness, especially the culture clash - being unfamiliar with gestures and body language, hating the food, having problems with the language
- How everything just gels perfectly to keep the misunderstanding going. You've got a real knack for that, it's very organic and doesn't feel forced or contrived.
Looking forward to reading more :)
Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-25 11:06 am (UTC)(link)Also, damn, I really felt for Lovino there, poor sweetheart. Moving out from your country can be very difficult, if you're doing it for job reason and not because you want to, and people often don't realize how much added stress the culture clash can be. You prepare yourself for the big differences - language, transportation system, living arrangements... - but it's the tiny ones that really end up messing with you - your favorite kind of coffee is no longer the default, you never know if the person you're flirting with is flirting back or just being polite, you can't find a hairdresser that understands how you want your hair...- and it all piles up and you end up feeling like you can't get a break.
Honestly, I'm kind of wishing I had some Gilbo myself to get me through all that. I would have been laughing my ass off every time he opened his mouth, at least.
“Because we're having sex, that's why! Don't you think it's odd that the same guy both cleans my place and then screws me?”
Gilbert shrugged. “No. That's how it usually goes.”
Like, this made me LOL so hard. Traditional relationships according to Gilbert. He's so fun.
And of course he has other talents, too ;D
I kind of liked that he lets Lovino push him around so easily, even if he fully realizes he's so insecure under his bossiness. It's like he realizes this is what Lovino needs on some level and just goes along with it because deep down he does like him<3
Re: A Clean Sweep 3b/5
(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)