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kiramaru7Title:Don’t Touch This
Author:kira
Claim:Germany. Italy
Character(s):Germany, Italy, brief mention of Prussia
Table/Prompt:Romance/#4: touch
Word Count:1005
Rating: M
Summary: Germany is deep in denial…
Author’s Notes: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for reading this over and coming up with a title…
Germany lay in bed, unable to sleep. The pretty fräuleins, in his dirty magazines, just were not satisfying him tonight. Disgusted, he put them away in their box under his bed. He reached for his boxers with the intent of putting them on, and changing his mind, he decided to be like his little buddy Italy and sleep naked. Reaching down for the hem of his black muscle-tee, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing it on the floor next to his boxers. Sighing softly, Germany crawled back into bed and turn out the light.
Sleep continued to elude him, and closing his eyes, his dream fräulein with the short auburn hair danced in his head. She was the naughty grown up version of a half-forgotten memory. Sadly, she was the only thing he could remember about his childhood, his dream girl growing up as he did, and she was a comfort to him on many long lonely nights like tonight. Germany reached down and touched himself, his little sausage springing to life as his fingers ghosted along its length. Moaning softly, he began to pleasure himself.
As he stroked, the tensions and worries of the day began to leave him. He paused, kicking off the covers, not wanting to get the sheets dirty. The cool night air felt good against his skin as the little waves of pleasure ran down his spin to pool deep within his cock. Germany let out a soft, ragged moan. Reaching up, he tweaked his nipple and his heavy sac tightened. He was close to climaxing, the waves of pleasure coming faster. So intent on what he was he doing, he barely paid any attention to the shifting of the bed.
Germany moaned softly when his dream fräulein gently caressed his inner thigh. Her soft little hand ghosted along his skin, moving closer and closer to his cock. She reached down and fondled his heavy sac, her cool fingers bringing a blessed relief to the heat he felt. Settling in next to him, she placed her hand over his and stroked.
Somewhere in a small corner of his lust-filled brain, Germany realized it was not one of his dogs, who thinking he was sick, had jumped on the bed to lie with him, but someone else. Because he refused to entertain the thought of having company in bed, while enjoying a very private moment, it was his dream fräulein who was doing all those wonderfully good things to him. Stroking harder, he finally fell over the edge as his sac tightened and he began to climax. His hot essence spewed onto his hand and his dream fräulein’s as well as his stomach. Germany moaned as she continued urging him to stroke and he reached up with his free hand to gently caress her cheek.
His fingertips touched the softness of her cheek and as he moved them, he felt the odd sensation of roughness, the way his face felt in the morning before he shaved. Germany quickly opened his eyes and much to his horror, there was Italy smiling back at him in the darkness. “ITALY!” he roared, mortified beyond belief. He was also glad that his brother was used to his yelling about Italy’s nocturnal visits as he would have died on the spot if Prussia had poked his head in to see what was wrong.
“Ve… Germany, why are you yelling?”
Germany was very conscience of his nakedness and his little buddy’s when Italy leaned across him to grab the box of tissues from his bedside table. He was taken aback by Italy’s complete lack of embarrassment as he sat back and handed him a few tissues. Taking them, he said, “You startled me…”
“Oh, sorry.” He smiled.
“Yeah…” Germany looked away.
“Grandpa Rome told me, when I was younger, it’s okay to do that and you shouldn’t be ashamed.”
Germany nodded as he sat up and cleaned himself off.
“He said it’s even better if someone touches you there or helps you touch,” Italy said as he handed the wad of tissues to his best friend, who discarded them along with his own. “He used to tell me and Romano stories about when he was younger and how he made love to Ancient Greece and Ancient Egypt.”
“Yeah?” Germany found himself saying, at that point he was willing to deflect the conversation onto anything except what had just happened and listening to Italy related stories about his grandfather’s prowess in bed seemed like a good one. He lay back in bed and got as comfortable as he could while being naked in bed with another man, who just happened to be his little buddy.
“Yup!” his little buddy beamed. “But you know what?”
“What…?”
“Grandpa Rome used to say his best lover was Germania. Isn’t that your grandpa?”
“Yeah…?” Germany was not sure he liked where this was heading any better than their previous abortive conversation about him masturbating.
Italy snuggled up next to his best friend. “He used to say, Germania was his best lover because he was a man and knew all the best ways to pleasure a man. And they used to hang out together a lot too so they knew each other really well. And they would touch each other and as Grandpa Roma would put it, ‘spill their seed together.’ When I was little I used to think they planted all the flowers in the countryside.” He laughed.
Germany found himself chuckling at that too.
Lacing his fingers with Germany’s Italy said softly, “So it’s not wrong to help you that way. You’ve always been there to help me plenty of times… and Germany?”
“Hmmm?”
Italy smiled at the way his best friend’s voice rumbled deeply in his chest. “You feel better now?”
Germany surprisingly did. “Yeah.”
“I’m glad…”
“Good, now go to sleep.” He put his arm around his little buddy, despite being somewhat uncomfortable about sleeping naked with him.
“Good night, Germany. Sleep well…”
“You too… g‘night…”
Author:kira
Claim:Germany. Italy
Character(s):Germany, Italy, brief mention of Prussia
Table/Prompt:Romance/#4: touch
Word Count:1005
Rating: M
Summary: Germany is deep in denial…
Author’s Notes: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for reading this over and coming up with a title…
Germany lay in bed, unable to sleep. The pretty fräuleins, in his dirty magazines, just were not satisfying him tonight. Disgusted, he put them away in their box under his bed. He reached for his boxers with the intent of putting them on, and changing his mind, he decided to be like his little buddy Italy and sleep naked. Reaching down for the hem of his black muscle-tee, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing it on the floor next to his boxers. Sighing softly, Germany crawled back into bed and turn out the light.
Sleep continued to elude him, and closing his eyes, his dream fräulein with the short auburn hair danced in his head. She was the naughty grown up version of a half-forgotten memory. Sadly, she was the only thing he could remember about his childhood, his dream girl growing up as he did, and she was a comfort to him on many long lonely nights like tonight. Germany reached down and touched himself, his little sausage springing to life as his fingers ghosted along its length. Moaning softly, he began to pleasure himself.
As he stroked, the tensions and worries of the day began to leave him. He paused, kicking off the covers, not wanting to get the sheets dirty. The cool night air felt good against his skin as the little waves of pleasure ran down his spin to pool deep within his cock. Germany let out a soft, ragged moan. Reaching up, he tweaked his nipple and his heavy sac tightened. He was close to climaxing, the waves of pleasure coming faster. So intent on what he was he doing, he barely paid any attention to the shifting of the bed.
Germany moaned softly when his dream fräulein gently caressed his inner thigh. Her soft little hand ghosted along his skin, moving closer and closer to his cock. She reached down and fondled his heavy sac, her cool fingers bringing a blessed relief to the heat he felt. Settling in next to him, she placed her hand over his and stroked.
Somewhere in a small corner of his lust-filled brain, Germany realized it was not one of his dogs, who thinking he was sick, had jumped on the bed to lie with him, but someone else. Because he refused to entertain the thought of having company in bed, while enjoying a very private moment, it was his dream fräulein who was doing all those wonderfully good things to him. Stroking harder, he finally fell over the edge as his sac tightened and he began to climax. His hot essence spewed onto his hand and his dream fräulein’s as well as his stomach. Germany moaned as she continued urging him to stroke and he reached up with his free hand to gently caress her cheek.
His fingertips touched the softness of her cheek and as he moved them, he felt the odd sensation of roughness, the way his face felt in the morning before he shaved. Germany quickly opened his eyes and much to his horror, there was Italy smiling back at him in the darkness. “ITALY!” he roared, mortified beyond belief. He was also glad that his brother was used to his yelling about Italy’s nocturnal visits as he would have died on the spot if Prussia had poked his head in to see what was wrong.
“Ve… Germany, why are you yelling?”
Germany was very conscience of his nakedness and his little buddy’s when Italy leaned across him to grab the box of tissues from his bedside table. He was taken aback by Italy’s complete lack of embarrassment as he sat back and handed him a few tissues. Taking them, he said, “You startled me…”
“Oh, sorry.” He smiled.
“Yeah…” Germany looked away.
“Grandpa Rome told me, when I was younger, it’s okay to do that and you shouldn’t be ashamed.”
Germany nodded as he sat up and cleaned himself off.
“He said it’s even better if someone touches you there or helps you touch,” Italy said as he handed the wad of tissues to his best friend, who discarded them along with his own. “He used to tell me and Romano stories about when he was younger and how he made love to Ancient Greece and Ancient Egypt.”
“Yeah?” Germany found himself saying, at that point he was willing to deflect the conversation onto anything except what had just happened and listening to Italy related stories about his grandfather’s prowess in bed seemed like a good one. He lay back in bed and got as comfortable as he could while being naked in bed with another man, who just happened to be his little buddy.
“Yup!” his little buddy beamed. “But you know what?”
“What…?”
“Grandpa Rome used to say his best lover was Germania. Isn’t that your grandpa?”
“Yeah…?” Germany was not sure he liked where this was heading any better than their previous abortive conversation about him masturbating.
Italy snuggled up next to his best friend. “He used to say, Germania was his best lover because he was a man and knew all the best ways to pleasure a man. And they used to hang out together a lot too so they knew each other really well. And they would touch each other and as Grandpa Roma would put it, ‘spill their seed together.’ When I was little I used to think they planted all the flowers in the countryside.” He laughed.
Germany found himself chuckling at that too.
Lacing his fingers with Germany’s Italy said softly, “So it’s not wrong to help you that way. You’ve always been there to help me plenty of times… and Germany?”
“Hmmm?”
Italy smiled at the way his best friend’s voice rumbled deeply in his chest. “You feel better now?”
Germany surprisingly did. “Yeah.”
“I’m glad…”
“Good, now go to sleep.” He put his arm around his little buddy, despite being somewhat uncomfortable about sleeping naked with him.
“Good night, Germany. Sleep well…”
“You too… g‘night…”
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