Locked Away (GerIta)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

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Ludwig's eyes fluttered closed of their own accord as those soft, pink lips he'd dreamed of collided with his. He took the gun from Feliciano's hand and tossed it to the ground before backing him up into a sturdy tree trunk.

The German snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him close, their bodies pressed together as they kissed. His other hand slid into Feliciano's hair, fisting lightly. They pulled back panting, faces flushed red and lips parted as they caught their breath.

"Why would you do that?" Ludwig asked softly. "Now I'll never be able to keep my distance from you."

"Maybe I don't want you to keep your distance." The Italian replied. "What if I  want you closer?"

Ludwig moaned and slammed their lips back together, tilting his head to deepen it before pushing past the barrier of his lips and dominating his mouth with his tongue.

How close do you want me?

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It didn't matter how much time they were given, nothing was enough. Their kisses were so heated and deep that they were so close to just ripping each other's clothes off.

At one point, Feliciano's belt was being undone, Ludwig's shirt was halfway unbuttoned and their hands were everywhere, feeling, groping, whatever made the other moan.

Ludwig had realized, during those heated moments, how willing he was to fuck the living daylights out of Feliciano; who he'd known for only about two months.

He had to restrain himself from just getting underneath those layers of clothes and getting as close as physically possible with the Italian. The German really would've done it if it weren't for the emotions that suddenly overwhelmed him.

At that moment, his lust filled eyes shot up to Feliciano's and they softened, his hand reached up and gently caressed his cheek, his lips were pressed to his in a slow, passionate, loving kiss.

Then he knew. He knew he could never be so reckless with him and just do what he pleased with his body. Ludwig knew if he completely dominated him, the boy would be scared. Feliciano would be heartbroken. So he buried his face in the crook of his neck and kissed the soft skin multiple times.

"We can't do this." He whispered. He felt the Italian tense. "Not because I don't want to because God, I want to. But because I care about you. I know you want slow, passionate love-making, sweet nothing's whispered in your ear, you want someone to hold you and sing you to sleep."

Feliciano bit his lip and couldn't help the small nod that escaped his control.

"You're the only person whose made me want the same thing." The soldier whispered. "I want to make love to you, I want to hold you and sing to you and make you laugh. But love takes time, love takes patience. So Feliciano, let's take our time, let's be patient. Let's let this relationship take it's natural course and I promise you, we will get to the heat and passion one day. I promise."

Feliciano wrapped an arm around his neck and hugged him close. He squeezed his eyes shut and slid his fingers into his hair.

They were silent for a while; breathing softly, feather-light kisses to necks, jaws, lips, hands holding tightly and arms around each other. It was such a nice silence.

Peaceful and so, so welcome.

Feliciano was so choked up he couldn't say anything. He felt like there was so much to say but it didn't need to be said. It was like they already knew and they just needed to be like this; close.

Ludwig focused on the warm breath on his neck, the way Feliciano's shoulders rose and fell slightly with each breath, the feeling of those parted lips against his collarbone, those nimble fingers so gentle as they ran through his hair. He just focused on Feliciano. Everything and nothing. All of him and none of him. It just seemed to fit.

They both knew if they were caught together, trouble was bound to come their way. They knew family would be hurt and sad. But betrayal would be the worst because they also knew that no one would get in the way of their love.

That's the power of love; if it's strong, one powerful blow won't break it. You know it's weak if some suspicion or one argument destroys it completely. That's why you build it up strong and then nothing, not even dynamite, can get past those walls you've surrounded yourself and your lover with.

Inside those walls its just the two of you and nothing matters except each other. It's only you two and the rest of the world is blocked out. That's what Feliciano felt when Ludwig touched him; even if their hands merely brushed while they were walking. It made his heart flutter nonetheless, his cheeks heat up, his fingers twitch, his eyes drift away.

It made those walls invincible.

The wonderful silence was finally broken. And what felt like hours of silence was actually only a minute of silence.

"You promise?" Feliciano asked quietly.

"I promise." Ludwig whispered into his ear. "Gut?"

"Bene."

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Translations

Gut? - Okay?
Bene. - Okay.

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Author's Note: See what I did there?^^^ ;)

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To be continued...