Lord knew why two grown, light-and-dark different brothers insisted on sleeping in the same bed together. I’m no genius, but from what I can tell, its pretty hot. I was walking by Italy’s room one night, after an all-out, midnight chocolate binge in Germany’s kitchen, when I heard it.
“Ow! Romano, you’re so harsh! Meanie!”
“Shut up, Veneziano! You’re the one who said you wanted to do it!”
“Not like this! I meant the other way!”
“I’m not comfortably the other way! Deal with it!”
And then I burst in through the door. Light from the hallway flooded the dark room. The two boys looked up, shocked. All I saw were their torsos, which were amazing and bare, thank the good lord for Italians, and everything else was below the covers. Oh, and they were spooning. Which, you know, thanks to the stupid bed sheets, may have actually been forking.
“What are you doing in here?” Romano asked me in a soft tone. He was always so gentle with women.
“Butt sex?! What?! I didn’t say that!” and then I was gone like a bullet.
**To Be Continued…**
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