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Maybe 12 (candles) and 22 (nap) for Vito and Joe from the list you posted? Idk if you’re still doing it but if not I just wanted to say I love your Mafia content :)

I'm still doing this so feel free to request anything else from this list :) And thank you, I really appraciate it <3

This could be considere 18+ tho it's not that explicit or anything ^^"

Joe knew something was wrong when Vito didn't show up at his place after his big date. Pauline, as the whole neighbourhood called her Poppy (nickname she received when the rumours of her preference for inexperienced guys spread across the hood as wildfire), asked Vito out last week and the plans they made were for that evening. Joe even helped to decorate the place Vito was supposed to take her to, to make it at least little bit more memorable then his own first miserable fuck behind some dumpster.

Worried for his friend, he headed to their old hangout spot and found Vito sitting on the barely clean mattress in the corner of the room, playing with one of the candles that almost had no wax left to burn. "Hey." He mumbled and Vito looked up, turning his face to side with loud sigh. "Great. Just what I needed."

"The fuck is with the attitude?" Joe snapped, there he was worried for him and he gives him fucking attitude. Great. Great?!

Vito looked at it and took it, placed between his lips and moved the candle to his face to lit it up. "Ain't worth mentioning." He murmured and put the candle back to it's original spot, playing with the flame again. "Yeah yeah, that why you're sat here so miserable. What? She changed her mind?"

Despite Vito's best effort to hide it, the handprint on his cheek was still visible and it took Joe only couple of seconds to spot. "Somethin' tells me the date didn't go well." His eyebrows raised up and Vito gave him bitter snicker, yeah dates never go great if the guy ends up with handprint on his damn face. "No? What's givin' you that idea?"

"Wanna talk about it?" Joe sat down next to him and offered him cigarette he managed to snatch from his father without him noticing.

His question just lingered in the air between them unaswered for solid minutes, before Vito picked up his courage. "We're friends, right?"

"And what's with this stupid question now? Of course we are, have been since seven." Joe accepted the offered cigarette and had a puff before giving it back to Vito, who was still hesitant with his explanation. "Promise you won't laugh." He ended up saying with serious face, which only made Joe want to laugh already.

"Promise." Bitting his bottom lip, he agreed and Vito kept on tapping his knee with his fingers nervously, finding the right words. "Date's been good. Everything went the right direction, we end up here, candles and shit work- just like you said." The words pour out of his mouth and Joe gives him understanding nod. "Of course it fucking works."

"I don't know Joe. She touched me and.. nothin'."

"What do you mean nothin'?" His eyebrows jumped up and to fill up the awkward silence with something, anything, Vito had another drag out of the cigarette. "I mean absolutely nothin'."

Joe bit his bottom lip again, trying not to break the promise he gave him, but he wanted to laugh so badly. "Then she got all offended, smacked me and ran off. Probably already tellin' everybody. Christ."

So he just told him about his zipper getting stuck when Nora tried to get into his pants, how he managed to his his head against the dumpster's lid when she came down on him, even admitted how fast he finished. The soft chuckle filled him with relief and Vito's head touched his shoulder. "Can I stay like this for a minute?" He asked softly and Joe couldn't say no. "Suit yourself." And before he knew it, Vito was gone and he could only sit there petrified to move in case he'd lose the comforting connection. Maybe he could have a nap too, so he'd forget about the thoughts he was filled with; how happy he was Vito didn't do nothing with Poppy and how he wanted to show him the ropes, just like with everything else. Always.

Alright alright, Joe got his composure back and patted his back with sympathy, trying to cheer him up. "It's alright. It's rarely perfect the first time. I mean, mine wasn't ideal either."

He could tell his words had very little comforting effect on his friend, but still carried on talking. Maybe if he'd embarrass himself there and then, it would make him feel less shit and just as he said before, they were friends for so long, he wouldn't mind to make a complete idiot out of himself to make him feel better.

#mafia2 #Vito x Joe #Vito/Joe #vito scaletta #joe barbaro #naomi's writing

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