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It was a normal day in the mafia, or it was what Mista thought when his work was all done. He knew his mafia work was done for the day but not his work was a boyfriend, better say boyfriend’s duties. Mista walked down the huge house they lived in, stopped when he was in front of their bedroom and took a breath, watching the smoke come out of his mouth, it was cold on that Tuesday night.
“Giorno, baby?” He called after knocking the door, he was carrying a bag full of sweets, warm compresses and tampons. “Can I come in?”
Mista didn’t wait for the response and opened the door, entering the room. The first thing he saw was the bed in the middle of the room and it’s owner on top of it curled up, hugging his body. Mista thanked God the heater was on because he could have a heart attack if he saw Giorno in that cold without being covered by a blanket.
“This is hell,” Giorno said when he saw Mista on the door. “You brought it, didn’t you?”
“I hope I got it right.” Guido smiled and approached his boyfriend. “Chocolates, cupcakes and the compresses you asked for.”
“Give it now,” Giovanna asked, extending out one of his arms to the other man. Mista gladly gave him the warm compress and he could see the expression in his boyfriend’s face loose up, relaxing a bit.
“So, hm.” He didn’t know how to talk about it, he has never felt any colic in his entire life. “Are you good there?”
“Better now” was the answer he got. Mista sat down in the bed next to Giorno and put his right hand on Giorno’s hair and gave it a stroke, running his fingers slowly through the blond strands like it was the most precious thing in his life. Well, it wasn’t a lie because Giorno Giovanna was his most precious person. “Hey, Guido, can you do me a favor?”
“All of them,” he said, continuing to play with his hair. Mista didn’t stop playing when decided to give a peck on Giorno’s lips.
“Can we cuddle?” The blond looked in Mista’s black eyes, smiling a little when he saw all the affection towards himself. “You know, more warm, less pain.”
Mista laughed, it wasn’t like his boyfriend to make up a phrase just to ask for cuddles.
“Well, why not?” He answered, making his way in the bed to be Giovanna’s big spoon. They settled better on the bed, now Mista’s arms were embracing Giorno, one of his arms was under Giorno’s neck and the other was over his waist. “Ops, sorry,” Mista said when his hand accidentally touched Giorno’s breasts. “Wrong zone.” He delivered a kiss in his boyfriend’s neck like it was an apology.
“No problem.” Giovanna made himself comfortable in this new position. “You are you and I love you, I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”
They were appreciating each other’s company after a long day at work, gladly that was dark outside and they could be together in their private room.
“When you are thinking about doing your surgery, dear?” Mista asked, interlacing their hands and caressed his boyfriend’s hand with his thumb.
“When this,” he emphasized his colic by putting Mista’s hands over his belly, “hell ends.”
Guido knew that if Giorno could, he would be laughing with him now. It was adorable if he could say.
“Hope it will be soon.” He hugged his boy harded, praying that it wasn’t causing him more pain. “Do you want to take a nap together? It feels like years that we didn’t do it.”
“Yes, but let me remove this binder or it will be the end of me.”
“Oh no, society! A binder will kill my beloved boyfriend, Giorno Giovanna, who also is the mafia boss.” Mista dramatized, letting Giorno go just to let that piece of clothing on the floor. “Now come here, my baby, I will take care of you.”
“Oh, will you?” Giorno asked with an arched eyebrow, like he was doubting his words. “I don’t think so.”
“What an insult!” Mista dramatized again, making Giovanna laugh. “Just like the bad boy you are, Giogio.”
“So now we are on nicknames, Guido?” The blond used his charming voice and knew it was working, because when he laid on the bed again, Mista put himself in his arms like he was the prey and the black haired man was the predator. “Hmm, interesting.”
“Well, you are using my name not my nickname and–” Mista got hitted by Giorno’s hands on his arm, he laughed. “I was joking. You know that I will never let you escape, you heard, right?”
“And who said that I would escape?”
It was like his colic never existed in the first place. Giorno put his hands in Mista’s face and pulled him for a kiss that lasted like forever. They kissed and kissed again and again before making themself comfortable in each other’s arms again, cuddling a little and slept in the safety of each other's arms.