Um... Yeah, so this is my first fanfiction, like ever... And I'm not all that confident in it, but please read! My friends enjoyed it and actually were the ones who told me to post it... Um, so yeah ^,^ Hai.

Prologue

He pushed me up against the wall. My face must've turned a thousand shades of red
because Alfred giggled. He kept kissing my neck. I let out a small moan in
pleasure. This was so wrong- but somehow, it was so right. He moved to my lips
and opened his mouth, so I did too. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, licking
mine. I played back and intertwined our tongues. He broke the kiss and started
to kiss downward past my neck. He passed my chest and my stomach and moved even
lower to the front of my pants. I gasped.

"A-Alfred..." He hesitated.

"What?" he said, annoyed at the interruption

"Don't stop~"

...What the hell. What the bloody hell was that noise that just came from my
lips?! It echoed within my head and I lost focus on the task at hand. Until I
noticed Alfred had already unzipped my pants. So eager, he was.

And then I woke up. Damn. It was all a dream? Ugh. That stupid wanker wouldn't
leave my thoughts! Not even in my dreams. I guess... I guess I missed him being
away. We were only friends, but I loved having him around. His bright blue eyes
and golden blonde hair matched perfectly with his tan skin and perfect muscles.
Well, It was 8 in the morning. I figured I'd call him after tea and a scone.
Let's hope I don't burn down the kitchen...Again.

Chapter 1: Alfred POV

I was having another one of those awesome dreams, when the phone rang.

"Shit." I really wasn't a morning person. I reached over and grabbed
my phone out of the charger. It was Arthur.

"Hello?"

"Hey, do you want to come over?"

"Yeah dude! I don't have anything else to do today. At least I don't think
so..."

"Okay!" he hung up. He seemed happy. I was glad. So I hopped out of
bed and stripped into the shower. The hot water ran down my body as I rinsed
the shampoo out of my hair. Then i got out, got dressed, and ate breakfast,
leftover McDonalds. Mmm! I couldn't risk getting poisoned by Artie's food. As
much as I love the dude, he can't cook.
But his lip talent sure makes up for that:

One time, Me, Arthur, Francis, Matthew and Gilbert were at a bar-happily drunk
and loving every minute of it, except for my brother (such a goodie-goodie)- we
decided to play spin the bottle. It was my turn to spin so I took my chances
and spun full speed. Guess who it landed on? Artie (he hates when I call him
that). He grinned and pulled me by my jacket collar and laid one on me. Damn.
And I mean damn was he a good kisser.
I can't stop thinking about it actually.

I finished my breakfast, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the door. I walked
down the street -hands in pockets- to the hotel Arthur was staying at for the
next week for the world conference. He greeted me in the lobby and led me up to
his hotel room to grab something before we hit the town.

"Hold on- I need to grab my wallet"

"Okay, well Imma go piss."

"Okay."

I came out from the bathroom, "Ya ready?"

"Yep!"

"Let's go." We walked around town, just window shopping, and then we
passed a gun store.

"OOOH! I'm soooo going in there!" I took off down the street leaving
Artie in the dust.

"Wait up!"

I examined the store and ended up buying a new AK-47, since I lost my last one.
My room was so messy. But that's how I knew where everything was, well
obviously not everything.

I left the store with Arthur, satisfied. We hit a movie store

on the way back to my place, picking up Paranormal Activity 4, and some chick
flick Artie wanted to see. He made me laugh the way he tried defending his case
on why he liked romantic comedies. He's such a softie.