The trio didn't go to bed until late. This was the norm for the boys. Sleep was an unknown word to them.
Antonio was out like a light the moment he hit the sheets. He dreamed of tomatoes like usual, awaking only to the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.
He got up, yellow and red boxers clinging to his hips, and wandered downstairs to find Gilbert and Francis sitting at the counter, going at a large plate of bacon and eggs.
"So..." Gilbert started. "Vhat's zhe plan for today?"
"I dunno. Maybe a walk on zhe beach?"
"Sounds Bueno!" Antonio grabbed a piece of bacon and started to eat.
Once the three finished and got dressed, they headed out into the sand, shirts off and bare feet splashing in the waves.
They wandered off the property to the line of beach houses all down the shore. Gilbert almost tripped on a pair sunbathing but got out of the way just in time.
"Ciao!" One of them said enthusiastically. They were both brunettes, one with a curl on the top of his hair and the other with the curl on the bottom who was smaller and had more of a reddish tint to the brown in his locks. The other wore sunglasses and didn't look at the trio at all.
"Feliciano?"
"Gilbert?"
"You know each ozher?"
Gil nodded. "He's mein little bruder's boyfriend." 
"He really called me that?!" Feliciano jumped up, eyes opening in delight.
"Vell...not to mein face. But I read his diary once...he writes some pretty...steamy stuff."
"HE WRITES WHAT ABOUT MIO FRATELLO?!" The other brunette stood, sunglasses falling from his face to reveal pure anger.
"Uh...just zhe usual BDSM. No biggie..."
"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!" The other Italian lifted his fist, ready to strike.
"Lovi..."
"Fratello, I told you that potato bastard was a kink machine. But did you listen? No. You fucking idiota!"
"Hey," Antonio said softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. "Calm down and have a tomato."
He expected to get a smack, but all he got was a curious look as the Italian took the fruit and shoved it in his mouth.
Antonio smiled kindly, noticing the other's soft blush.
"Only bastards carry tomatoes in their pockets." He grumbled.
"But Lovi, you carry tomatoes in your pocket all the-"
"Shut up Fratello! You don't know what you're talking about."
The Bad Touch Trio chuckled amongst themselves.
"Vell, Feliciano, Lovino, ve best be going. See jou guys around. Gilbert put his hands in his pockets and started to stroll away, hands in the pockets of his swim trunks.
Francis smirked at Antonio as they walked.
"What's that look for?"
"Forget my look, mon ami. What about zhe one on your face?"
"Huh?"
"Toni...I've seen zhat look before. Somebody 'as a crush."

Oooo!!!
I won't be posting on Friday because of parent teacher. But I'm going to Writing on Fire again!
Actually I think I'll post on Saturday since I'll be on then. Or maybe Sunday. Some time on the weekend.
Bye babies.