From Texas to Colorado

by arthur14357

Alfred F. Jones, at 19 years old, still lives with his divorced mother in Texas. When he meets a cranky Englishman four years his senior, he is forced to reconsider who he really is; being raised in a religious household, sometimes it feels as though nothing can ever be simple. (USUK; rating may go up but probably not)

1. Prologue

"Hold still."

Arthur gently pressed his fingers to Alfred's cheek. His fingers were so soft. When he pulled them back, he let out an airy laugh. An eyelash.

"Make a wish," he said. He was smiling. Arthur wasn't like this as often as he wasn't; Alfred couldn't help but smile back.

"Hmm." Alfred knew he was joking; Arthur didn't believe in wishes of any kind. Alfred thought they were novelty, too, but he would like to think they hold some merit as well. He thought on it, and blew the lash from his finger tips.

"What did you wish for?" he asked, his voice holding hints of laughter.

"To get out of this dump of a town and take you with me," he spoke with confidence, but Alfred did feel kind of trapped.

"Alfred," he said, sickeningly sweet. It made him feel as though he had just given him a gift. "It's not that bad, love."

He sighed. "I dunno, man. I feel like I'm drowning here, some days."

Arthur sighed, too, and pressed his head into Alfred's neck. His hair was soft, too, and it tickled. "I know what you mean, Al."