Love at a Glance

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Author's Notes:

Welcome to my Sweethearts Week 2013 anthology! I'm going to kill myself again getting all these prompts done in time, I know, but I'll be damned if I'm going to miss this year's event. Therefore, it's likely that all of the entries will be fairly short (around 1,000 words or so). But I hope you'll enjoy them regardless!

Oh, and because I never really got around to writing sequels/continuations for the entries you guys voted on from last year's Sweethearts Week (oops), they'll be making their debut as a part of this year's collection. A little something to look forward to. :)

Warnings: lots and lots of smut because having smut in every entry is one of my personal goals, the (not so) occasional cliche

Now, without further ado . . .


[Day 1: "Always Beside You"]

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Prom Night


Two in the morning, and Arthur was so nervous that he could almost feel the sweat pooling in his palms.

The hotel where he'd made a reservation (the one where most of the prom-goers had made reservations, actually) was just across the street. But for some reason or another, Alfred had insisted they meet up first in Arthur's car outside the fancy prom-designated restaurant instead of at the hotel. Which could have spelled disaster in so many ways, if he'd stopped to think about it, but Arthur had been too smitten by the fact that Alfred had actually asked him to prom to pay much attention to details.

All right, so Alfred hadn't really asked. It was more like, "So you can take my sister Emily and I'll take your sister Alice so people won't figure out about us and then we can chill together after prom once Emily and Alice go home with their friends." That part, Arthur understood. Yes, he and Alfred had been in a clandestine relationship since sophomore year, but since they were both constantly in the limelight—what with Alfred being football captain and Arthur being student council president—they'd kept what they had very low-profile. Only their sisters and a couple of their shared friends knew, because it was no secret that despite all the GSA events their school held, there was still a fair amount of homophobia present amongst the student population, especially among the athletic teams. Because their school was a democracy, one wrong move could have meant a dismissal from office for Arthur and removal of captain status for Alfred.

But it was prom, and no one would be watching them closely for "queer behavior." They had the remainder of the night to themselves.

Still, Arthur came close to jumping out of his skin when he heard the telltale rap on the passenger-side window. Alfred grinned at him through the glass, so ridiculously handsome in his black tux that Arthur could feel his own heartbeat rise in his throat.

The first thing Alfred did when he got in the car was kiss Arthur. And it was the kiss of all kisses: hard, hot, charged with electricity, a kiss that said I want you right now and I'm not gonna take "no" for an answer. Before he knew it, Arthur found himself pressed back-first against the driver's window, his hands clutching Alfred's jacket, Alfred half-straddling his thigh and in the middle of tugging Arthur's legs even farther apart.

"Wait . . . what about the hotel?" Arthur asked, hearing the shiver in his own voice.

Alfred grinned at him charmingly, devilishly. "It can wait, babe."

"But the room—"

"It'll still be there in twenty minutes or so."

"What exactly are you—" Alfred kissed the question from his lips, and when they surfaced again, Arthur was panting for air, his body sprawled rather awkwardly across the driver's seat. Alfred had managed to unsnap his cummerbund while he was distracted and was taking the opportunity to begin plucking open his jacket and dress shirt.

He pressed his lips to Arthur's skin for every inch he uncovered. "Diamond buttons. Classy."

"N-not real diamond . . ." Arthur's breath hitched when Alfred's tongue met his navel. "Oh, God, Alfred. Are we really going to have sex in my car when we have a perfectly good reservation at the hotel just across the street?"

"Nope. I'm just gonna blow you. The actual sex'll happen at the hotel, I promise."

Well, damn if Arthur didn't stop breathing altogether when he heard that. Alfred had reached his trousers by then, and was teasing the zipper down with one hand while the other settled on fondling Arthur's nipple. He rolled it gently, and Arthur arched, grabbing Alfred's warm wrist and holding on tightly. So many sensations on his body at once . . . it was dizzying, in the most delicious, scandalous way. They hadn't spent a lot of time together in private as a couple, but it was enough to make Arthur ache at the memory of Alfred's mouth, of his firm cock, of lips swollen and tender and semen wet between his fingers and thighs.

He couldn't help the moan that escaped when Alfred closed his mouth on him, and even though he should have gotten used to Alfred's sun-dazzling attention over the course of twenty-four months, he still felt heat rush into his face when Alfred glanced up at him, amused.

"Don't look at me . . . like that . . ."

"Why not? You're so sexy," Alfred murmured around the tip of his cock. He gave Arthur's foreskin a soft tug downwards to lick at the slit, and Arthur moaned again before quickly cramming his knuckles in his mouth to stifle the sound. Definitely wasn't the first time he'd received a blowjob from Alfred in his car, but the dark cast of the sky outside and the entire after-party atmosphere had his senses on high. He couldn't see anything except outlines, couldn't hear anything except his and Alfred's uneven breathing, couldn't feel anything but Alfred's hot tongue on his cock and his large hand on his chest, but every sensation was larger than life, sweeter than honey—

Arthur hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes until they sprang open at the feel of Alfred's fingers trailing down his body. All too soon, Alfred released him to pull his pants farther down, and then two fingers were inside him, curling against his prostate.

"Alfred, I—I thought—ah, yes, oh God—" Arthur couldn't even get a proper sentence out. "I thought you said—"

Alfred nuzzled the inside of his thigh. "Just hang on a sec, okay, sweetheart?"

Arthur wanted to reassert that while car sex was nice, it wasn't quite what he had in mind for that particular night . . . but it seemed that Alfred was one step ahead. Alfred made no move to take off all of his clothes; instead, he went down on Arthur again as his fingers continued to swirl inside him. It was a combination that they hadn't tried before, and it wound Arthur up so tight that he thought he'd snap if he didn't reach his climax soon—which he did, nearly before the thought had time to register.

With a swallow, Alfred took him in even deeper, then slid him out of his mouth after a moment with a satisfied sigh. He crawled up over the gear shift so that he was level with Arthur and draped himself over him unabashedly. "We can go to the hotel now."

"Mmm. Can't keep you waiting, can we?" Arthur slipped a hand down Alfred's body, but Alfred caught it with his own before it could reach its destination and gave his bitten knuckles a butterfly kiss.

"Do you want me to drive?"

"Yes, please, if you don't mind."

Alfred puckered his mouth up in Arthur's direction, and Arthur chuckled before indulging him, giddy with the thought that the rest of the night was theirs, and that they were, without a doubt, going to make the most of it.