Just a quick one-shot I wrote for a friend

Arthur Kirkland hated business trips. Long flights gave him headaches, he had to make do without ironing his suits, and the jet lag was atrocious. But by far the worst part was travelling with Arthur Jones, his business associate. The man was loud, crude and overly fond of fast food. The complete opposite of Kirkland, the Brit loathed all times he had to be alone with him. This, unfortunately, was one of those times.

Arthur and Jones were on a trip from the American publishing company they worked at, visiting another company in Britain in hopes to persuade the company to invest in their's. So here was poor Arthur, stuck with the obnoxious American for two weeks.

After having to endure a plane ride with Jones' voicing his loud opinions on everything from politics to the best brand of juice, and Jones' greasy burger stinking up their taxi, he was about ready to burst. Alfred just has to ruin a trip to his homeland, a place he missed all too much.

Arriving at the hotel, Arthur quickly escaped to the shower, in the hopes of scrubbing off all of the filth from the plane. It took him a full forty minutes before he finally emerged the shower, after using up eight of the free shampoo samples. Towling dry his hair, he slipped into a pair of boxers and dress slacks. As he reached around for his shirt, he realized that he couldn't find it.

"Blast! Where is it?"

After letting out some more curses, he finally located his shirt behind the toilet. As he about to put it on, he felt a dull pain as the bathroom door slammed into his abdomen.

"Alfred, what the hell are you doing on here?"

Arthur stood up, rubbing his stomach. He was furious. Not only had the bloody American struck him, he had intruded on his personal space.

"Sorry, Arthur, it's just that men don't normally take an hour and a half to shower."

"Well, unlike you, with your unhygienic habits, I believe it is important to maintain a healthy lifestyle, which includes keeping up hygienic habits."

"Sorry if I'm not classy enough! To make it up to you, let me see where the door hit you, or am I too dirty to touch your precious body?"

Arthur began to protest, but Alfred interrupted him.

"What, afraid my nasty habits might rub off on you?"

"N-no?"

"Then let me see you."

Hesitantly, Arthur walked over to where Alfred stood, and allowed him to carefully poke the left side of his abdomen. Turning away, he resolutely stared at the bathroom's pink and blue tiles. He felt awkward, and slightly excited, but he didn't know why.

"Arthur look at me." Alfred's voice was strange, softer than its usual bellow.

The Brit, wondering why he was talking like that, obeyed. Alfred looked at him, a strange expression in his eyes. Then the American suddenly leaned forward and kissed the Brit on the lips.

It took Arthur by surprise, but after a few moments he decided he liked the sensation, and leaned into it. Wrapping his arms around the other man's neck, he thought: I think I could learn to like business trips.