Desperation

Think what you want- there certainly is the possibility Antonio and Bassanio might have something going other than friendship.

Spontaneous one-hour fanfic that needed to get out of my head after watching Merchant of Venice.

After the court scene. Slightly stretches the timeline of the original...

Please r&r!


Desperation

They arrived at Antonio’s home over an hour later- the crowd and the clerks at the court wouldn’t let them leave earlier, no matter how exhausted they claimed to be.
The door clicked shut and finally the two tired men were alone. Bassanio guided his friend to a low chair and let him sit, kneeling on the ground next to him. Antonio gave a small smile and let himself sink into the chair, his muscles protesting against every movement. He had been unbelievably tense the last hours, the last days and weeks even. Ever since Bassanio and he decided to live a normal life, have a platonic relationship and be good friends and nothing more his body hadn’t seemed to know any other state than tenseness. Bassanio had appeared to take it in stride- now he looked just as worn as the older man.

Bassanio laid his hand on Antonio’s thigh and took his hand with the other. „Antonio...“ he whispered. Antonio cupped his face in his palm and looked at him lovingly with the half-smile the other man loved so much and hadn’t known that he missed until now. Bassanio closed his eyes, a tear slipped down his cheek, over Antonio’s hand. Antonio wiped it away and stroked his cheek with his thumb.
„Oh, Antonio...“ Bassanio said again and launched himself into the other mans arms, holding on to him for dear life, pressing his face into the warm neck that smelled so familiar and yet exiting. He felt Antonio’s strong arms around him, the rising of his friends chest and his warm breath on his neck.
Antonio drew a shuddering breath and drew Bassanio even closer. „Antonio, Antonio...“ Bassanio whispered over and over again. He drew back with some effort and blindly searched for Antonio’s face with his hands, his tears obscuring his view. He found it and stroked his thumb over lips, cheeks and eyes, kissing every spot he touched, then he placed desperate, open-mouthed kissed on his friend’s mouth.
Antonio moaned at that, and arched against him. It was like a storm breaking loose, months of pent-up longing and wanting making them desperate to touch, caress, lick and grind against the other.
Antonio raked his fingers through Bassanio’s hair, fisting his hands in it and pulled his head closer while kissing him with abandon. He almost arched off the chair when Bassanio stroked his crotch, and screamed out his relief. Bassanio sat back and ripped Antonio’s trousers off, freeing his straining erection. He licked his length, he nipped and sucked and made his lover moan and whimper.
He liked to see Antonio, who was normally so restrained, so free, but this time, he didn’t take the time to fully appreciate it, but began to slide his mouth up and down the shaft, at the same time freeing his own penis. He let Antonio’s cock go and came up to kiss him, this time a little bit more slowly and gently. Their cocks rubbed against each other, both men bucking their hips to gain more friction. He paused to lick his fingers and pressed one finger gently into Antonio’s anus. „Tight.“ Bassanio moaned.
Antonio’s breath came in shallow gasps, the unfamiliar feeling sending the tingles of the new up his spine. Bassanio’s breath was hot on his face.
“More,” Antonio said, “want more of you.” Bassanio was so hard it almost hurt, but it was so good to have Antonio this pliant, almost begging him, wanting him. He pushed another finger in, and another, slowly stretching Antonio. When he withdrew them, Antonio moaned in frustration.
Bassanio licked his fingers again and slicked his cock with it. He pressed gently against Antonio’s entrance, not sure if he should proceed. Normally, it was Antonio fucking him, not the other way round, but today he needed to feel surrounded by the other man, he needed the reassurance that he was still there, breathing and alive, he needed to claim him as his own. He needed to be the active one, the one with the power. He had hated the helpless feeling he’d had during Antonio’s trial, and all that frustration needed an outlet now.
Antonio was panting, slightly pressing against Bassanio’s cock, murmuring nonsense. He bent his head back, his mouth slightly opened. He looked down at Bassanio. „God, fuck me, Bassanio. I want you...“ he moaned. Bassanio slowly started to push against Antonio’s snug opening, moving in inch by inch. He cried out as he buried himself in Antonio completely, pausing so he wouldn’t come instantly. He gripped Antonio’s cock in his hand, stroking him firmly. Slowly he began to slide in and out, his eyes never leaving the other man’s, their noses pressed together, their sweat mingling as they moaned and moved against each other.
„Toni...“ Bassanio moaned, „ Toni, love you, love you.“ He repeated over and over again, reaching his climax only seconds after Antonio cried out his, clenching around him, thus sending him over the edge, too.
Bassanio sank down on Antonio, who embraced his lover as they slid to the carpet on the floor together, panting hard. They curled around each other, Antonio drew a blanket over them from the other chair, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms, Antonio’s lips still pressed to Bassanio’s forehead.