Disclaimer: Not mine!
Peter grumbled under his breath grumpily. As he stomped down the street he cursed his jerk older brother.
He had promised to come pick him up after football practice just that morning but he had ended up stranded on the field waiting for hours before he started walking his way home.
" That stupid jerk Arthur probably forgot because he was too busy being a jerk with his stupid boyfriend again…" Peter grumbled angrily finally stomping onto his freshly mowed lawn. That was most likely the work of Arthur's stupid boyfriend.
"I'm gonna punch that jerk as soon as I see him." The little English boy promised himself as he pulled the door open with more than enough force. It slammed with a loud bang.
"Jerk Arthur! I'm home! You forgot to pick me up you jerk!" Peter whined as he walked down the hall. He assumed that his brother was in the kitchen as he usually was around this time of the day.
As he was passing the door to the living room the flickering of the television caught his attention.
He looked inside, curious, and instantly regretted it.
His jaw dropped and his eyes bugged comically at the sight in front of him. He was never going to sit on the sofa again, or anything else for that matter.
On the sofa sat a very clothed Alfred, who was lounging comfortably. Why was this a problem to our dear little Peter?
His very naked brother was the problem.
A very naked Arthur was sitting in the lap of his boy toy, staring at the television with a bored expression and his legs crossed lazily. On the sofa butt-naked!
The sofa he had once enjoyed playing his games on or just napping on. He would never be able to do that again without this… Image popping into his head for the rest of his life.
Peter hid behind the wall separating him from the 'thing' in the living room, hyperventilating in shock.
He wondered if Raivis would let him stay over for a few days.
Alfred chuckled when he heard the door slam close once more.
"Poor Peter, you probably scarred him for the rest of his life." He laughed, petting his lover's hair thoughtfully.
"One could only hope." Arthur laughed with a devious smirk.
A/N: Why is Arthur running around naked? I don't know. My theories?
1)He lost a bet.
2)He was playing strip poker and Alfred absolutely dominated.
3)He just felt like it.
Hay gurl hay, what chu doin'? I'll tell you what I'm doing, scarring children. I can't remember what made me think of this but don't you dare judge him! I run around naked in my home all the time and I know for a fact that you people do it too! (But don't worry, I'm usually all by myself… Unless I'm sick, then I just don't care and pass out on the couch butt-nekkid!)