Fic: Concrete Heart (Greece/Romano NC-17)
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silverfoxflowerTitle: Concrete Heart
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silverfoxflower
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Angst, Slash, Gauken (schoolboys) AU
Word Count: ~1600
Pairing: Greece/Romano
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage sex (both are high schoolers)
Notes: Written for this prompt onhetalia_kink . Also posted there if you want to read/comment anonymously
Summary: Romanoloves hates the school slut, Greece. He really does. So when Greece borrows money from him, Romano knows exactly what to do to fully humiliate his rival. To his chagrin, Greece complies whole-heartedly. (Actually, it's just a blowjob. Romano's not that creative.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. But if wishes were kisses ...
Romano felt the heels of his shoes scrape the concrete wall.
“Hey!” He hissed, his fists clenching at his sides. “Be more careful, dumbass, this leather costs more than your life!”
Greece’s smiled slowly. “Oh, I wouldn’t know anything about that.”
Romano scowled down at the boy in the rumpled school uniform – tie missing, shirt unbuttoned a third of the way, wavy dark hair falling into his eyes, full lips curved in a lazy grin … Imagining those lips around his cock was starting to make his face flush , so Romano just lifted up one foot and placed it on Greece’s bent thigh. It felt hard under his shoe, even when he viciously ground in his heel, wrinkling Greece’s grey uniform pants and making the other boy wince slightly.
“There,” Romano declared triumphantly, removing his foot after wiping the underside of it on Greece’s knee. There was a cruel excitement sparking under his skin at the thought of the streaks of dirt he left behind – as well as the bruises he very well knew were under the thin cotton.
“Are you finished?” Greece asked, still slow, still pleasant. He reached for Romano’s zipper. “I’m ready to repay my debt, but third period is almost over.”
Sneering, Romano gave a short nod, hiding his nervousness by slipping his hands in his pockets and twisting the fabric between his fingers. It wasn’t like this was his first- … well, it wasn’t as if he was totally a- … a-at least he didn’t care. He told himself this while watching Greece unzip him slowly, his long, graceful fingers reaching inside to pet Romano’s aching hardness. Every touch was like an electric shock, and Romano could hardly stop himself from coming right then. For some reason, the other boy was staring at him, his sea-blue eyes calmer than Romano could bring himself to feel.
He. Hated. Greece.
At least that’s what he told himself (ignoring all the nights where he had used the other boy’s image to furiously stroke himself off, moaning into his pillow). He hated glancing back constantly to see Greece sleeping in the back of the class, hated the way he could talk effortlessly about everything from Plato to the mating habits of cats despite never having cracked open a book in his life, hated his easy smile, his shuttered eyes, his large, graceful hands. But most of all, Romano hated the way Greece had seemingly slept with the entire student body, except him. Because every time he came to school and heard of Greece’s new conquest, another part of him died.
Because before he hated Greece he really, really, maybe, loved him.
Because when Greece had come to him and said, I’m a bit short on funds right now, could you lend me a few hundred?, Romano had been ready to smack him in the face like he did everybody who tried to exploit his family’s connection to The Family, until Greece had leaned closer and added, And I’m sorry I’d be late on the return but … could I possibly interest some other way?” And part of Romano (his heart, mostly, his cock as well) began throbbing like crazy at the thought of it, while the rest of him wanted to scream in disgust and kick Greece in the face.
Greece had his fingers hooked in Romano’s underwear, and broke eye contact in order to slowly slide the material off of the his flushed erection. Romano caught his breath as he watched Greece watching him with those cool eyes. He hated how excited he was, how every catch and ripple of the cotton made him squirm. Greece hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was desperate.
Those goddamn blue eyes. Looking up steadily, questioning.
“Suck.” Romano forced out, the only thing he trusted himself to say without his voice trembling. Smiling softly, Greece dipped his head.
Inches away from the tip of Romano’s leaking cockhead, Greece looked straight into Romano’s eyes and blew on it.
Immediately, Romano had to dig his fingernails into the wall, the pain distracting him from crying out or making some embarrassing moan. They were just behind the school, facing the deserted parking lot and only half-hidden by the sports equipment shed. Anyone could walk by and see the school slut blowing the loner rich kid with anger issues.
Greece, still looking upwards, finally slid Romano’s cock into his mouth. Hissing, the Italian could not help bucking his lips into the sharp, pleasurable, heat that blossomed between his legs. Greece slid his hands up and pinned Romano’s hips to the wall firmly.
Indignant, Romano wanted to say something, but the lazy drag of Greece’s tongue across his sensitive slit had the Italian growling low in his throat and managing little else sensible.
Greece kept watching Romano’s bright, stubborn eyes as the boy struggled with his voice, finally settling on stuffing two fingers into his mouth and biting down firmly. Saliva dripped from his lips as he trembled, a high blush on his face. Humming, Greece swirled his tongue around and around Romano’s burning cockhead gathering the precome that beaded on the tip, savoring the thick taste of it, the smell of musk. He started bobbing his head, covering Romano’s hard cock in saliva from base to tip, feeling it drip down his chin, mixed with the slippery precome.
Romano was slowly being driven crazy by the way Greece just held him in his mouth, gently, fondly. The scalding heat came and went, came and went, leaving Romano wetter, hotter, more desperate than he could ever imagine. His thighs were trembling painfully as he watched Greece watch him, wondering bitterly if the other was silently laughing at him for his overreaction.
Then slowly, steadily, Greece began to suck. With little grace and even less self-consciousness, his throat fluttering, fat, red lips smashed against Romano’s pelvis, saliva smeared all over his chin.
Romano moaned through his fingers before he could help himself. The pulsing suction all along his oversensitized cock … growing painful as it went on … Greece’s fucking irresistible eyes again, drawing him back every time he wanted to look away. Damn him Romano squeaked as he felt Greece’s slow thumb begin rubbing circles on the underside of his balls, dragging his fingernail just so to make Romano feel hot and cold all over.
Greece felt himself hardening steadily as he held Romano’s dark brown eyes. Stubbornly, the boy wouldn’t look away, even though his face was a picture of vulnerability. The expressions Romano had made made kneeling in the dirt worthwhile, sucking his cock to its base and feeling it tease the back of Greece’s throat almost painfully.
Romano knew why he didn’t let himself make a sound, even though the feeling of Greece’s throat swallowing around and around him was so, so fucking good he could drown himself in it. Romano slid his saliva-soaked fingers from his mouth and just pressed the back of one hand to his lips, fighting a losing battle, he knew. Because if he didn’t bite off every word as it tried to tumble out of his mouth, he might have said such embarrassing things … like Greece’s name, moaned low and wanting …
Even something horrifying, like I love you.
Because it was already bad enough that Greece was still looking at him, and Romano must be imagining the sweetness in those eyes because it wasn’t like they were lovers or anything – far from it. He hated Greece.
Romano felt his entire body tighten as Greece gave one last, hard suck, that seemed to send heat curling to the bottom of his stomach almost painfully, and he was coming, hips bucking fruitlessly against Greece’s hands, cock milked dry by Greece’s throat and tongue, choking in mouthfuls of chilled air because he couldn’t seem to get enough-
“Greece … o-oh, fuck!” He might have said some nonsense words as he tore his gaze away from Greece and slid down, slowly, until he sat with his back against the wall. His entire body was trembling, limp. And fuck, he was crying, wasn’t he? Like the virgin he was, scalding tears that soaked through his blazer and made the knees of his uniform pants damp.
Greece just stood, looking down at Romano’s hunched, sobbing form, completely perplexed. His throat was aching and his mouth tasted like come because he had taken Romano in deeper than he had ever tried before. He kneeled, wondering if he should disturb the other boy’s crying.
“Hey…”
“Fuck off!”
Greece sat back on his haunches and looked up at the clouds. He wished this strange heaviness in his heart would lift because it made every beat painful. This boy, Romano, had stayed on his mind for so long even though not much else did. And it hurt to love someone who so clearly hated him. Although he had never, in his estimation, done anything against the other.
“Romano …” He tried again, and this time, Romano’s response was a muffled protest and a flailing arm as Greece sat down next to him.
Romano scrubbed his eyes furiously with the heel of his hand, knowing that he looked like a fucking awful mess and feeling stupid, to boot. He lifted his head and peeked at Greece, who was looking at the sky in that lonesome, wistful way he did. A lock of dark hair had fallen over his eyes.
The bell rang for third period, but neither of them moved.
Author:
silverfoxflower Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Angst, Slash, Gauken (schoolboys) AU
Word Count: ~1600
Pairing: Greece/Romano
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage sex (both are high schoolers)
Notes: Written for this prompt on
hetalia_kink . Also posted there if you want to read/comment anonymously Summary: Romano
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. But if wishes were kisses ...
Romano felt the heels of his shoes scrape the concrete wall.
“Hey!” He hissed, his fists clenching at his sides. “Be more careful, dumbass, this leather costs more than your life!”
Greece’s smiled slowly. “Oh, I wouldn’t know anything about that.”
Romano scowled down at the boy in the rumpled school uniform – tie missing, shirt unbuttoned a third of the way, wavy dark hair falling into his eyes, full lips curved in a lazy grin … Imagining those lips around his cock was starting to make his face flush , so Romano just lifted up one foot and placed it on Greece’s bent thigh. It felt hard under his shoe, even when he viciously ground in his heel, wrinkling Greece’s grey uniform pants and making the other boy wince slightly.
“There,” Romano declared triumphantly, removing his foot after wiping the underside of it on Greece’s knee. There was a cruel excitement sparking under his skin at the thought of the streaks of dirt he left behind – as well as the bruises he very well knew were under the thin cotton.
“Are you finished?” Greece asked, still slow, still pleasant. He reached for Romano’s zipper. “I’m ready to repay my debt, but third period is almost over.”
Sneering, Romano gave a short nod, hiding his nervousness by slipping his hands in his pockets and twisting the fabric between his fingers. It wasn’t like this was his first- … well, it wasn’t as if he was totally a- … a-at least he didn’t care. He told himself this while watching Greece unzip him slowly, his long, graceful fingers reaching inside to pet Romano’s aching hardness. Every touch was like an electric shock, and Romano could hardly stop himself from coming right then. For some reason, the other boy was staring at him, his sea-blue eyes calmer than Romano could bring himself to feel.
He. Hated. Greece.
At least that’s what he told himself (ignoring all the nights where he had used the other boy’s image to furiously stroke himself off, moaning into his pillow). He hated glancing back constantly to see Greece sleeping in the back of the class, hated the way he could talk effortlessly about everything from Plato to the mating habits of cats despite never having cracked open a book in his life, hated his easy smile, his shuttered eyes, his large, graceful hands. But most of all, Romano hated the way Greece had seemingly slept with the entire student body, except him. Because every time he came to school and heard of Greece’s new conquest, another part of him died.
Because before he hated Greece he really, really, maybe, loved him.
Because when Greece had come to him and said, I’m a bit short on funds right now, could you lend me a few hundred?, Romano had been ready to smack him in the face like he did everybody who tried to exploit his family’s connection to The Family, until Greece had leaned closer and added, And I’m sorry I’d be late on the return but … could I possibly interest some other way?” And part of Romano (his heart, mostly, his cock as well) began throbbing like crazy at the thought of it, while the rest of him wanted to scream in disgust and kick Greece in the face.
Greece had his fingers hooked in Romano’s underwear, and broke eye contact in order to slowly slide the material off of the his flushed erection. Romano caught his breath as he watched Greece watching him with those cool eyes. He hated how excited he was, how every catch and ripple of the cotton made him squirm. Greece hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was desperate.
Those goddamn blue eyes. Looking up steadily, questioning.
“Suck.” Romano forced out, the only thing he trusted himself to say without his voice trembling. Smiling softly, Greece dipped his head.
Inches away from the tip of Romano’s leaking cockhead, Greece looked straight into Romano’s eyes and blew on it.
Immediately, Romano had to dig his fingernails into the wall, the pain distracting him from crying out or making some embarrassing moan. They were just behind the school, facing the deserted parking lot and only half-hidden by the sports equipment shed. Anyone could walk by and see the school slut blowing the loner rich kid with anger issues.
Greece, still looking upwards, finally slid Romano’s cock into his mouth. Hissing, the Italian could not help bucking his lips into the sharp, pleasurable, heat that blossomed between his legs. Greece slid his hands up and pinned Romano’s hips to the wall firmly.
Indignant, Romano wanted to say something, but the lazy drag of Greece’s tongue across his sensitive slit had the Italian growling low in his throat and managing little else sensible.
Greece kept watching Romano’s bright, stubborn eyes as the boy struggled with his voice, finally settling on stuffing two fingers into his mouth and biting down firmly. Saliva dripped from his lips as he trembled, a high blush on his face. Humming, Greece swirled his tongue around and around Romano’s burning cockhead gathering the precome that beaded on the tip, savoring the thick taste of it, the smell of musk. He started bobbing his head, covering Romano’s hard cock in saliva from base to tip, feeling it drip down his chin, mixed with the slippery precome.
Romano was slowly being driven crazy by the way Greece just held him in his mouth, gently, fondly. The scalding heat came and went, came and went, leaving Romano wetter, hotter, more desperate than he could ever imagine. His thighs were trembling painfully as he watched Greece watch him, wondering bitterly if the other was silently laughing at him for his overreaction.
Then slowly, steadily, Greece began to suck. With little grace and even less self-consciousness, his throat fluttering, fat, red lips smashed against Romano’s pelvis, saliva smeared all over his chin.
Romano moaned through his fingers before he could help himself. The pulsing suction all along his oversensitized cock … growing painful as it went on … Greece’s fucking irresistible eyes again, drawing him back every time he wanted to look away. Damn him Romano squeaked as he felt Greece’s slow thumb begin rubbing circles on the underside of his balls, dragging his fingernail just so to make Romano feel hot and cold all over.
Greece felt himself hardening steadily as he held Romano’s dark brown eyes. Stubbornly, the boy wouldn’t look away, even though his face was a picture of vulnerability. The expressions Romano had made made kneeling in the dirt worthwhile, sucking his cock to its base and feeling it tease the back of Greece’s throat almost painfully.
Romano knew why he didn’t let himself make a sound, even though the feeling of Greece’s throat swallowing around and around him was so, so fucking good he could drown himself in it. Romano slid his saliva-soaked fingers from his mouth and just pressed the back of one hand to his lips, fighting a losing battle, he knew. Because if he didn’t bite off every word as it tried to tumble out of his mouth, he might have said such embarrassing things … like Greece’s name, moaned low and wanting …
Even something horrifying, like I love you.
Because it was already bad enough that Greece was still looking at him, and Romano must be imagining the sweetness in those eyes because it wasn’t like they were lovers or anything – far from it. He hated Greece.
Romano felt his entire body tighten as Greece gave one last, hard suck, that seemed to send heat curling to the bottom of his stomach almost painfully, and he was coming, hips bucking fruitlessly against Greece’s hands, cock milked dry by Greece’s throat and tongue, choking in mouthfuls of chilled air because he couldn’t seem to get enough-
“Greece … o-oh, fuck!” He might have said some nonsense words as he tore his gaze away from Greece and slid down, slowly, until he sat with his back against the wall. His entire body was trembling, limp. And fuck, he was crying, wasn’t he? Like the virgin he was, scalding tears that soaked through his blazer and made the knees of his uniform pants damp.
Greece just stood, looking down at Romano’s hunched, sobbing form, completely perplexed. His throat was aching and his mouth tasted like come because he had taken Romano in deeper than he had ever tried before. He kneeled, wondering if he should disturb the other boy’s crying.
“Hey…”
“Fuck off!”
Greece sat back on his haunches and looked up at the clouds. He wished this strange heaviness in his heart would lift because it made every beat painful. This boy, Romano, had stayed on his mind for so long even though not much else did. And it hurt to love someone who so clearly hated him. Although he had never, in his estimation, done anything against the other.
“Romano …” He tried again, and this time, Romano’s response was a muffled protest and a flailing arm as Greece sat down next to him.
Romano scrubbed his eyes furiously with the heel of his hand, knowing that he looked like a fucking awful mess and feeling stupid, to boot. He lifted his head and peeked at Greece, who was looking at the sky in that lonesome, wistful way he did. A lock of dark hair had fallen over his eyes.
The bell rang for third period, but neither of them moved.
