Chapter One: Meeting Arthur Kirkland

The first time Alfred F. Jones had met Arthur Kirkland was in the bar, Soho's Joint, in New York.

Alfred had waited for at least five minutes for the damn school bell to ring and soon the weekend would start! But first he had a band performance at Soho's Joint with Kiku and Mathias. Kiku Honda was a transfer student, who had come all the way from Tokyo to enrol at Alfred's school as his father had a huge business venture over in New York. Mathias Køhler was a guy from Denmark who had known Alfred and Kiku since they all had started at the school and been friends since then. Soon, they'd all realised that they all had a big passion for music and they decided three years ago that they should form a band, after practicing in order to bring their skills to the best standard. The school loved them and today, they'd be heading to Soho's Joint to perform their newest and old songs.

Alfred sighed and the bell rang.

"Thank god!" he mumbled.

He grabbed his bag and hurried out to find his band mates. He soon found Kiku at the lockers but Mathias was missing.

"Hey, Kiku, dude!" Alfred shouted as he walked over to him.

Kiku jumped and turned to see the grinning America heading over to him. "Oh, Alfred-san, you scared me to death."

"Sorry, bro. Do you know where Mathias is?"

"He said he was going to meet us at Soho's Joint as his younger brother is helping him to take the drum kit to the bar."

"Awesome, c'mon we'll go and get the guitars from the music room and we'll get the hell out of here."

Kiku nodded, closed his locker and they headed off to the music room. Soon, they caught a bus and headed off to the bar. Where Alfred' fate would soon change...

Alfred and Kiku soon found Mathias as the bar with his drum kit, sipping at a beer. Out of the three of them, Mathias was the oldest and he had turned eighteen a few months ago.

"Hey, Mathias! Ready to rock?"

"You bet, pal. You guys wanna go for drinks after the gig?"

"Sure, bro. I'll just text and let my pop know that I'll be home a little later than expected."

"Sweet, what about you, Kiku?"

"I might. You know what my family is like."

"Yeah, we do." Said Mathias. "They'll let you play in a band but not allowed to go out to get completely smashed. Man I'd love to see your folks at a party."

Kiku scowled at Mathias and pulled off his guitar case. "Are we going to pay or just sit around fighting?" he asked.

"Well, play obviously. That's we're here, isn't it?"

"Sure it is bro." Said Mathias before chugging down the last quarter of his beer.

The bar owner came over to them and called them to the stage. As they took out their instruments, the owner of Soho's Joint walked up to the microphone and said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Soho's Joint is proud to present the International Bandits."

The small audience clapped and cheered and the trio got up the stage. Alfred walked up to the stand of the microphone as the bartender walked away to get back to his costumers.

"Thanks, dude. Okay, we're going to start this off with 'American Idiot by Green Day."

He turned to his band mates, counted and soon music filled the bar as the Bandits played the best to their abilities. When they got to the instrumental part, the bar door opened, letting in a cold draft that didn't last long. He looked over at the door to glare at the intruder. Alfred gasped as he saw the handsome man walk into the room. He turned to watch them and their eyes met. The man was most likely in his early forties with messy short blonde hair and startling green eyes. Above them sat a huge pair of eyebrows – which Alfred thought were quite cute. Bizarre but cute! He had a smirk on his face and he turned to the bar. Alfred stared at the man's ass.

Nice rear bumper, Alfred thought as he examined the man's body. Suddenly, he felt a kick in his shins. Alfred looked round and Kiku nodded to the microphone in front of Alfred, he must have missed his cue.

Damn that cute blonde! Alfred sang out his part and soon the song ended. The audience cheered and applauded. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cute blond smiling at him and clapping along. Alfred soon looked away and spoke into the mic.

"Thanks again, dudes. Right the next song we're gonna sing is 'Golden' by Fall Out Boy. We hope you enjoy."

Throughout the whole of the song, Alfred kept his eyes on the blonde. He felt as though he was singing the song to his man. This stranger, whom he'd never met before! He was like a siren calling out to him.

When the song finished, the audience cheered and soon one of 'Panic At the Disco's' songs began to play. For this one, it was just instrumental as they all preferred the music. Once again, Alfred stared at the enticing stranger. The blonde winked at him and raised his beer to him. Alfred smiled and nodded to the man. The man smiled and continued to listen to the music.

As Kiku strung out the final cord on his guitar, the song finished with another round of applause.

"Thank you all again. We all hope you enjoyed listening to us and to have a good night. God bless ya! We're signing out."

Alfred jumped off the stage and followed Kiku and Mathias to where the cases of their instruments were left. As Alfred packed up his guitar, he caught sight of the sexy blonde who was sipping his beer and caught sight of the American staring at him. He laughed quietly to himself and beckoned the young boy over. Alfred blushed, looked round and looked at the blonde dude. He pointed at himself as though, questioning the blonde. The blonde sighed, rolling his eyes and nodded as though saying 'yes, you dumb ass!' Alfred beamed and turned to his band mates.

"All right, dudes. I'm off to speak to a fan. Mathias, I'm sorry, buddy. Gonna miss out on having drinks tonight."

"No problem, bro."

"Awesome, see you tomorrow, guys."

"Okay, Alfred-san. See you soon."

"Peace out, Alfie." Mathias said, slinging his drum kit over his shoulder and left with Kiku as Alfred walked over to his new fan.

"Hey, dude."

"Hello." The man said, before taking a sip of his beer.

Whoa! Alfred thought. He's British. Alfred had little kink for foreign accents but with his step-dad being French, that accent was a big turn off, but British accents were the best!

"Cool, so you're British?"

"Of course, I am. Born and bred. I'm Arthur Kirkland."

"Nice to meet ya! Name's Alfred Jones."

"Charmed. So, how long have you sang with the band for?"

"Well, since I started high school. We've always had a big passion for music. So, I and my bestie's decided to be in a band. We've played in here for three years now."

"Interesting. By the way, I loved how you sang 'Golden'. It's one of my favourite songs by Fall Out Boy."

"Oh, thanks, dude."

There was something in Arthur's eyes that Alfred couldn't quite figure out what. But there was a certain fire in his eyes that made Alfred slightly...uncomfortable.

"So," Alfred asked. "How long have you been in America for?"

"About four years, I moved here with my son two years after his mother died. We thought it might be best for us, you know."

"Sure, dude."

There was silence between them. Occasionally, Arthur gulped down his beer as though it was water. Then the Brit broke it with the oddest question that Alfred had been given...by a grown up. "So, are you single?"

"Ah...well, umm...yes. Why d'you wanna know that?"

"Well..." he said, gulping down the last dregs of beer and pushed the glass away. "What do you say to come back to my place? For a nice little chat and who knows..." a smooth hand suddenly began to travel up Alfred's thigh. "I could let you stay the night as it is a Friday."

"Dude, Arthur. Wouldn't be better asking me on a date?"

"Oh, come on, Alfred." Arthur said a hint of a pout in his voice. "We both know you want this. I can see it in your eyes."

"Umm...sure, dude. Whatever you say. C'mon then."

Arthur grinned. He stood up from his seat and tugged the student out from the bar and over to a dark green Rolls Royce. Arthur unlocked the car and clambered in. Alfred jumped in, placing his guitar on the back seat and strapped on his seatbelt as Arthur drove them out of the car park and took them along the road to Arthur's home.

"Nice car ya got here."

"Thank you. I've had this beauty for quite some time. I was a little surprised to see one in America."

"Really? Well, she's quite a beaut! Would it offend you if I got a little jealous?"

"Don't worry, poppet." Arthur said, chuckling. "I'll be paying more attention to you then the car."

Alfred laughed and looked out of the window. "I don't think I've been to this part of New York."

"Really?" Arthur asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second. "It's quite a nice neighbourhood, this part. Especially the road I live on."

"I can tell."

After thirty minutes of driving, Alfred stared in awe at the house in front of him. Arthur cut the engine and smiled at the look on Alfred's face.

"Shall we go in, love?"

The Brit's voice seemed to snap the young American back to his senses. "Er, okay."

Arthur smiled and they both hopped out the car – with Alfred's bags - and entered the house. Alfred looked around the place. The small hall way led into the living room that had a small bar tucked into a far corner of the room, an old fashioned Victorian fireplace faced a dark brown leather couch with golden cushions and the sofa cushion were covered with snow white sheets. A small coffee table sat in front of the sofa. A small bottle containing a ship sat in the middle. A small three tiered light was hung from the ceiling. The floor was wooden and a fake fur lined carpet lay in front of the fire.

Alfred placed his school bag and guitar case by the door.

"Nice place ya got here."

"Thank you. You can sit down if you want to."

"Oh, thanks."

"So?" Arthur said walking over to the bar. "What do you want to drink?"

"I dunno. What ya got?"

"Beer, tea, coffee, Spanish wine, Italian wine, German beer, wine, vodka. If you want French wine, then you can bugger off."

"Well...my step-dad's French. But I don't bother with wine. Prefer beer."

"You poor sod. What was your poor mother thinking marrying a French?"

"I dunno. She married Francis when I was young. My dad left us before I was born. Francis promised to help my mom raise me as though I was his own. But then a few years later, my mom was killed in a car accident."

The America teenager looked up to see the Brit looking at him with a horrified look on his sexy face. "I'm...so sorry to hear that, Alfred. I had no idea."

"It's all right." Alfred said with a shrug. "Anyway, the frog's a complete idiot. What my mom saw in him, I'll never know."

The Englishman chuckled and walked over to the couch and sat – rather closely – next to Alfred, handing him his drink. "So, this may seem...impolite to ask but how old are you?"

"Seventeen, dude. In a few weeks time I'll be eighteen. A legal adult."

"Sounds like you've been waiting for this day?"

"Yup. Cause I might skip my last grade and maybe do a bit of travelling. I might go off to visit good ol' London town."

"You should. It gets very beautiful around the summer."

"Thanks, dude. So...tell me how old you are?"

Arthur choked a little on his tea. "Forty, why?"

"Cool. So, where's your son?"

"Out with a few friends. Bowling alley or a school play or something." Arthur paused before he could take a sip. "Why do you ask?"

Alfred shrugged a small smile on his face. Arthur smirked. He took hold of Alfred's drink and set his and Alfred's down on the coffee table. He smirked as climbed on top of the American and looked at him, his eyes full of hot and hungry lust!

"Open wide, me lovely."

And Arthur crushed his lips on Alfred's. Alfred hesitated as the shock of the older man kissing him, hit him. But soon after a quick recovery, Alfred kissed back, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist, pulling him close.

Alfred felt Arthur's arms wrap around his neck. Arthur's tongue ran across Alfred's lips, begging for entry. Alfred agreed and opened up to the kiss, letting the warm tongue slid in and explored his mouth. Alfred lay back on the sofa so that they were spread eagled out on the couch. Alfred slid his tongue in the Brit's mouth. As Arthur's hands wandered down, Alfred suddenly bolted up. Arthur sat in his lap, his lips a little red and puffy. He looked at Alfred, questioningly.

"Alfie, what's wrong?"

But the younger man said nothing. He suddenly remembered what Francis had told him not long after his mom passed away. He had sat Alfred down and told him that he had to be safe for his own doing.

"Please, don't talk to strangers, mon cher Alfred. If you trust zem zen you'll only end up getting hurt. I only want you to be safe, after what 'appened to your mama. D'accord?"

"Sure, Franny. Whatever you say."

"Merci, mon cher. And don't call me Franny, I'm not an old lady..."

"Alfred, talk to me! What's wrong?"

Alfred suddenly stood up, knocking Arthur to the floor.

"Ow, you wanker! What was that for?"

"I'm sorry; Arthur...but I can't do this. I...I hardly know you."

"Why do you think I called you over? So I could become your sugar daddy? Make me seem like a man-whore. When I saw you on that stage, Alfie, there was something about you that made me crave you. After me and my son moved here, I found out something that I had never told anyone. I found out I was gay, I told my son, Matthew and he was fine, he understood." He sighed and leaned against the couch, his eyes closed. "He is so much like his mum."

He then opened his eyes and glared at Alfred. "But I suppose you can't see that I was maybe looking for a new start."

"Artie...I'm just a kid."

"You said it yourself you couldn't wait to be eighteen." He stood up and walked over to Alfred, placing both hands on the younger man's shoulders. "I don't want to make you feel like a prissy little kid. I want to make you feel like a man." He brushed a strand of loose caramel hair from his eyes. "I want you to understand that I need to start a fresh and that I want you, you blithering idiot."

Alfred stared at the older man and a small smile crept on his face. Arthur smiled and leaned in close to the younger man. He kissed him and dragged him over to the sofa, lips still locked. They lay down on the sofa and soon Alfred's school jumper was pulled off and a few buttons came undone. Alfred laughed a little into Arthur's mouth, making the green eyed man pull away.

"What the bloody hell are sniggering about?"

"Nothing, bro. It's just that if someone told me I'd be kissing an older man than I wouldn't have believed it."

Arthur rolled his eyes and slapped him on the shoulder playfully. "Shut up, you fool and kiss me."

Alfred smirked and pulled the Brit in for a kiss. As Alfred stripped off Arthur's shirt and was about to get extremely lucky, there was a noise from the hallway and a small voice called out. Arthur groaned. He pulled away and sat up.

"In here, Mattie!" He then turned to Alfred, who was scowling. "Don't be mad, please. Be nice to my son."

Alfred mumbled angrily, cheated out that he wasn't going to be getting anywhere with his sexy Brit. The living room door opened and Matthew Williams stepped in the room. Alfred let out a gasp as Arthur smiled at his son. "How was your day, son?"

"Okay. By the way, Katushya sends back that album...you gave her." And at that moment, Matthew saw Alfred.

"Well, I hope she enjoyed it." Arthur said, taking hold of the CD. "Oh, by the way, this is Alfred Jones. Alfred, this is my son, Matthew."

"Yeah, I know, dad. We're in the same class at school." Matthew said, not taking his eyes off Alfred which were filled with disbelief. There was a slight edge in his voice.

Arthur looked between them and back again. "Oh. Right...Want a drink, Mattie?"

"No thanks, dad. I've had one."

"Okay then. I'll go into the kitchen and get started on something to eat. Alfie, do you want to stay for some lunch?"

"Yeah, okay. If that's fine with you, Mattie? I'll just call my dad and tell him that I'm stopping over at one of my band mates' house."

"Of course." Arthur winked at him, left the living room and headed into the kitchen. As soon as the door closed, Mattie turned on Alfred.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Why the hell are you here?"

"Whoa, calm down, dude. Your dad invited me here."

It wasn't every day that Alfred saw Matthew snapping at anyone. Matthew was one of the few that blended in with the crowd and was never remembered. But if he was remembered, he would often be called someone else, whilst he mumbled quietly 'I'm Matthew.' But today was a different day!

"My god, you're so full of it." he snarled. "My dad could be put away for having sex with you."

"Matt, I'm seventeen. I'm of age and soon I'll be eighteen. Unlike you."

"I'm seventeen too, moron. We are in the same class, p-p-plus I'm older than you."

Alfred scoffed. "Whatever, dude. And like I said it was your dad that invited me here."

"Let me guess. You fucked on the couch?"

"No way, dude. We kissed over there, but who knows...tonight we might." He said, with a wink.

"You're disgusting, you know that."

"Oh, c'mon, Mattie. Could you not see the sexual tension between me and your dad?"

"Fuck you, Alfred! Dad!" he yelled. "I'm going back out. I'll have lunch at Soho's Joint."

"You sure, Mattie?" Arthur asked, coming back into the room with an apron on that said 'Kiss the Cook'.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll see you soon. Goodbye, Alfred."

"See you Monday, Matt."

Matthew growled and stormed out of the door. Arthur watched his son go and turned sadly to Alfred. "Sorry about my son. He's not usually like that."

"It's all right. More food for us."

Arthur chuckled that sexy laugh again, making Alfred slightly weak at the knees. "Ah, well, you know what they say."

"Who say?" Alfred asked nervously as Arthur came close.

"They say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach." The Brit purred, trailing his fingers up and down Alfred's stomach, making him groan.

Alfred grinned. "I like that saying." He said, with a chuckle as Arthur leaned in close to give him a kiss. When they drew back, Alfred sniggered and smiled, fingering Arthur's apron.

"And I also like the saying 'kiss the cook'."

Arthur laughed.

"By the way, man. How is your cooking?"

"Would you like to come on through and see for yourself?"

"All right." Alfred said, smiling.

A/N:

Hello! Welcome to my newest fanfiction, Don't Talk to Strangers. For those who don't know, this is an extension on my songfic of chapter 7. When I finished writing it, I felt kinda lost not writing it again and I had so many ideas for that chapter going round in my head. So, I thought, why not and decided to make it a bigger story. So, I hope you enjoyed.

Just to confirm this story is to help fill in the large hole that my completed story of 'Bad Touch Trio: A Lovegame' has left. Now, to sum up also, there is going to be a few things added here and there and also a few changes to the story. If you noticed something different in the story that was in the songfic chapter it's because it was a mistake or I'm just making it perfect. Hehehe

I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Chapter two will be brought up soon, have no fear. If you haven't read my songfic version of this, check out my profile and the story will be there ready and waiting for you to read. Next up will be more of Matthew and the fabulous entrance of Francis Bonnefoy. Honhonhonhon~!

Reviews are love :)

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Translations:

Mon cher – my dear

D'accord – okay

Merci – thank you