"Ah...yes...Nnn...Harder~" Kalaallit moaned pleasurably as he dug his nails deep into the silk sheets while lifting his ass further up toward the male pounding deep into him. The man let out a deep chuckle and tightened his grip around Kalaallit's waist, preventing him the freedom to thrust back as he pleased.
"Aah...oh fuck..Nng..." Kalaallit flinched as the man sneaked a hand around his cock and began pumping in time with his now rapid thrusts. Kalaallit curled his toes in pleasure as a low moan erupted from his throat. Kalaallit grit his teeth as the bed creaked under them. He turned around to face his partner, a light blush spread across his cheeks.
"Kiss me." Kalaallit's voice raised just over a whisper while the man halted his movements, looking up at him blankly before a grin slid across his lips. The man moved close to Kalaallit's lips steadily breathing down on his before grabbing his waist and flipping him around. Kalaallit gasped at the sudden maneuver as his back collided with the mattress.
"Fucking tease..." Kalaallit spat as he grabbed the man by his blond locks, forcing a kiss upon his lips. With a chuckle the man returned the kiss, sliding his tongue along Kalaallit's bottom lip. Kalaallit opened his mouth granting the talented tongue entrance as he resumed thrusting directly into his prostate.
"Mmm.." Kalaallit moaned into the kiss as his legs wrapped around the male's waist, his nails digging firmly into his back. The male slid his hands slowly up Kalaallit's torso, sliding his nails gently over his curves before squeezing both of Kalaallit sensitive nipples between his fingers. Kalaallit arched his back and separated from the kiss, a silver string of saliva holding them connected as Kalaallit moaned loudly.
"Ah! G-Gonna Co-" The man pulled Kalaallit back into the kiss by his silver locks before he could finish his sentence, running his tongue along Kalaallit's. Kalaallit flinched at the sudden touch and came onto the man's toned torso, the man thrusted faster against his prostate bringing out Kalaallit's orgasm to the fullest before shooting into him. Kalaallit arched as he felt the man release against his prostate and dug his nails into the man's scalp in retaliation. The man separated from the kiss and licked his lips slowly while pulling out of the twitching male beneath him.
"Fucker...you came inside." Kalaallit growled and shifted onto his stomach, shivering as he felt liquid slid down his inner thigh.
"Aw don't be like that Kal~ Besides, you called me remember?" The man slithered toward Kalaallit placing a gentle kiss on his back, his hand massaging his shoulders. Kalaallit relaxed into the touch and sighed turning around to face the other.
"You get away with this time." Kalaallit slung his arms gently around the man's neck and kissed his cheek.
"But next time..." Kalaallit moved his mouth down to the man's shoulder and bit down harshly, a metallic copper taste filling his mouth as he broke through the skin.
"Don't count on it." And with that Kalaallit stood up from the bed and gathered his clothes, which were spread carelessly across the floor from their earlier actions and headed toward the bathroom.
"Leaving so soon?" Kalaallit ignored the comment and continued into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Kalaallit strode over toward the shower dispelling his clothes on the counter and opening the shower curtain. Turning the water on hot he walked into the stall, hissing at the temper change he began scrubbing soap victoriously along his body before hopping out. Throwing his clothes on with a scowl he exited the bathroom to an empty room. The mess on the bed and the hotel key sitting on the table now the only evidence anyone else had ever been in the hotel room. With a sigh Kalaallit grabbed his red coat from the kitchen stool and left the room behind, leaving his own hotel key on the table.
Kalaallit stepped calmly inside the elevator and pressed the lobby key as the doors began to close. Shuffling through his pocket he removed his phone and attached his headphones, turning up the volume he rubbed his forehead.
[And the headache returns...] Kalaallit moaned as he slowly massaged his forehead while the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a chime. With a sigh he slowly walked out of the elevator and into the deafening hotel lobby, still rubbing his forehead he walked into an obnoxiously loud blond, seemingly the source of the excitement now residing in the room. Picking himself off the ground he dusted off his backside,
"Whoa dude! sorry bout..that..." The blond suddenly went quiet as he looked down at Kalaallit, his cobalt eyes taking in his appearance. The blond's English friend noticed his sudden silence and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Everything alright Alfred?" Alfred remained silent while his interest in Kalaallit grew as he watched him carefully pick himself up and dust himself off. Kalaallit coughed as he cleaned up and looked back towards Alfred, ignoring his obvious interest and smiled.
"No no, it was completely my fault! Sorry!" Kalaallit spoke quickly and straightened out his jacket, slipping his arms through the sleeves and briskly headed toward the lobby entrance. Alfred turned around and watched him go with a blank expression before blinking and darting after him, leaving his friend to bask in his confusion before scowling and following after him.
With a sneeze Kalaallit opened his car door and flopped down in the front seat while turning the ignition. Shutting the door he turned the heat on full blast and buckled his seat belt.
"God, I must be getting sick or something." Kalaallit wined as he adjusted the heat towards his cheeks while pulling out of the hotel parking lot into a busy street. Stopping at a red light he adjusted his mirror only to stop and stare at the driver behind him.
[Isn't that the guy from the lobby?] Kalaallit thought as he overlooked the driver. He was a decently tall man with striking cobalt eyes that seemed to be staring...straight at him. With a blush he quickly forced his attention back to the road.
Kalaallit soon arrived back at his apartment complex and sped walked toward his building. Walking up two flights of stairs he reached his door and unlocked it. It was a decently sized place, big enough for about two people. Kalaallit sighed and shut the door behind him, kicking his shoes off he walked toward the bathroom. opening the medicine cabinet he took out a bottle of NyQuil and chugged down two pills. Kalaallit placed the bottle back on the shelf and shut the cabinet, stopping and observing himself in the mirror. Kalaallit pale scarlet eyes were now blood shot and puffy, his pale skin now flushed pink in fever. Kalaallit huffed and rubbed the sweat forming on his forehead, his bangs detaching from the skin to glide with his shaky fingers.
"I look like shit..." Kalaallit said to himself as he left the bathroom and dawdled toward his bedroom, stripping his jacket he threw it on a nearby kitchen chair. Taking off the rest of his clothes he threw on an over-sized T-shirt, reluctant to put them in the hamper a few feet from his bed he left them in a small pile on the carpet and flopped down on the bed. Stretching out his limbs before he shivered and burrowed into his comforter, yawning he fell into a deep sleep.
"How can you be so sure it's really him?" Arthur asked as he followed Alfred up the apartment stairs.
"Well, I don't know man. I just get this feeling, you know?" Alfred spoke as he sped-walked through the corridor, stopping as he reached Kalaallit's door.
"No, I don't."
"Well...I just do! Dude, you'll totally recognize him when you see him! Or even hear him! I mean seriously! I totally freaked out when I saw him and was all like..." Arthur sighed as Alfred rambled on about his encounter with the so called 'Greenland', who had now been missing for 67 years ever since he vanished in 1944, under America's protection. Arthur scowled as he watched a combination of hope and determination flash through America's eyes as he vigorously picked the lock to the apartment door. Arthur remembered all to well the day Greenland went missing, America had scouts all over his country searching for him. He even went as far as to ask his brother and himself to keep an eye out for him.
"GOT IT!" Alfred yelled a little to loud for Arthur's likeness and slammed his fist down on Alfred's skull.
"Oww! What was that for?" Alfred yelled as he rubbed his throbbing scalp.
"Not that you've noticed, but we're at an apartment complex out in full view picking a lock. Someone could easily look outside and mistake us for thieves. The last thing we need are the police asking questions about this whole mess." Arthur crossed his hands and waited for America to fully stand himself up from his knees.
"Right..." Alfred took a deep breathe as he placed a hesitant hand on the knob and turned. Walking slowly into the apartment he looked around, observing his surroundings. Walking out of the hall way he and Arthur made their way into the living room. Alfred walked through the room, admiring the photos of Kalaallit and other people making various poses. Unconsciously placing his hand on the glass frame over Kalaallit cheek, a warm smile invading his face. Arthur placed a reassuring hand on Alfred's shoulder as he let his hand fall from the frame back down to his side.
"Let's go." Arthur spoke in a reassuring tone as he removed his hand with a squeeze and walked out of the living room toward a set of doors. Alfred sighed and followed loosely behind Arthur, Arthur gestured a hand towards one of the doors before speaking.
"Have the honors?"
Woot! So I'm chilling at the hospital and this wonderful story idea just popped into my head. I'm honestly not supposed to be up...period...but who cares I HAD to write this. So I'm going to start out this lovely series because I'm awesome :D, I'm still working out the plot details so updates may be a little...irregularly.
Also, here's a little cheat key for names.
America: Alfred F. Jones
England: Arthur Kirkland
Greenland: Kalaallit Nunaat Nickname: Kal
I feel kinda stupid putting this at the bottom though...