Cheese sticks.

"Harder!"

"Haaah…"

"Uugh— fuck!"

Alfred gave his head a semi-tight squeeze, teeth clenching in the process as he felt the nerves in his dick throb dangerously. He was close, oh so very close but he cannot cum just yet, not when Red seemed not to be anywhere close to spilling his, as Alfred liked to call it, sacred juice but really it was just cum. Bittersweet, satisfying, white liquid-y goodness that the American loved so much granted that it came from the man called Red.

"T-there! Bloody fucking— nngh!"

He moaned simultaneously with Red whose eyes rolled back at the very moment his sweet spot was harassed. Saliva dripped down the corner of his swollen lips as they opened and closed in rapid panting.

"You like that huh?" Alfred growled and a malicious grin crawled on his face when Red shouted a high-pitched "FUCKING YES!"

He quickened his pace.

The minutes passed by fast but for Alfred it was as if time slowed down as the wonderful sensations in his groin intensified, the wails and cries coming from the oh so beautiful and smoking hot man by the name Red only amplified the pleasure that did nothing but make him moan and grunt. It was only a couple minutes later when they both came gloriously at the same time, creating a sinful mess out of cum, saliva, and sweat or in Alfred's case, cum, sweat, and lotion.

And it was all Red's fault.

That goddamn fucking son of a bitch who was now lying shamelessly on the stained bed sheet, breathing heavily with his teary, green eyes still in a daze after a seemingly satisfying orgasm. His naked body was being sprayed over by somebody else's cum. Good god only knew how much Alfred wished that cum was his.

It was only after catching his breath and feeling his cock slowly go limp in his hand did Alfred proceed to wipe away some of the white droplets that managed to evade the tissue and fly on his laptop screen where Red's face was currently being zoomed in. Alfred paused and just stared until after the video ended with a 'for more awesome videos, visit .'

Alfred could only shake his head as he lied back on his pillow, eyes casted up the ceiling as the satisfaction of a good orgasm slowly tried to lull him to sleep. But he could not get over the porn he just watched just quite yet. It was one of the best ever from his collection of a hundred plus videos, all of which featuring his only favorite gay porn star of all time— Red Woods.

This guy was perfect as hell and the 25-year-old American just cannot get enough of the way those green eyes burned with lust, complimenting the fiery red hair that was always in a hotly mess. The pale, soft, and tender skin that remained unblemished and smooth despite everything Red had been through especially when he had to go through some BDSM performances. The way Red begged on his knees was hot, seeing him moan helplessly when he was hung, beaten, and gagged was ridiculously even hotter that Alfred actually felt guilty for being turned on by it. The ear, nipple, nose, tongue, lip, and belly button piercings made him sexier and Alfred would die for the chance to kiss each of them (he actually knew exactly how many there are). Do not get him started with the hipbone tattoo of roses, skulls, and thorns.

But it was not only because of Red's appearance that made Alfred like him. There were a ton of gorgeous people in the porn industry as the physical attributes would be what most of the viewers would look into first and foremost before assessing the quality of the porn video. What made Red different from the rest was he was just too good at what he was tasked to do. Nope, it was not just about the talent of multitasking— jerking two cocks at a time with both hands while licking another one— but rather, it was about how convincing everything was.

Cheesy as it might sound and it may not be a word fitting the topic, but Red was just about the one and only porn star that was able to touch Alfred's heart and soul.

Those eyes conveyed so much more than lust. The way Red would look back at the camera made it appear as if he was actually looking back at Alfred in a silent plea, and it made Alfred feel that it was really him who Red was begging to be fucked by, that it was his own dick that the porn star wanted inside his ass. The whimpers, moans, and screams that escaped the red head's (at this point it should be obvious why his stage name was Red) rosy lips sounded so genuine it was as if he was truly enjoying being penetrated by random people in all of his penetrable holes. Because if there was one thing Alfred learned from watching porn ever since he discovered it at the age of 11, that was how more than half of the porn star population was faking it. Or it could also be that all of them were faking it but most of them sucked at it.

All in all, genuine or not, Red was the only one who could reach into Alfred; satisfying not only his lust but as well as every other frustration he carried both emotionally and mentally.

It really was a pity that Red Woods already retired from the business a year and a half ago. Now Alfred was left with no choice but to repeat the more-than-a-hundred videos he had of Red almost every night. As much as he loved them (probably just as much as he loved his mother), he had to admit that he was getting tired of watching the same hundred-plus videos over and over again.

Sighing, the American sat up and closed his now cum-free laptop before going to the bathroom to take a shower. He went straight to bed and immediately fell asleep afterwards.

Alfred lit another cigarette as soon as he finished the last one. He never really was a smoke person, but after being confronted with so many failures in life, he learned how to puff expertly along the process. And right now, his current excuse was a disastrous potential one-night stand.

To think he actually expected to get laid that night.

"Dude, watcha' doing here?" He received a light pat at the back from his colleague Gilbert Beilschmidt, a.k.a. 'His Awesomeness,' who quickly snatched the cigarette away from his fingers before he could put it in his mouth. Alfred did not even bother complaining and simply lit another one for his self. "And where's that redhead you were grinding with couple'a minutes ago?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He hissed, not really needing to raise his voice as the club's loud music could only be faintly heard from outside. "As for you second question, the fucking redhead was already taken."

"What? Got snatched?" Gilbert teased but the American only huffed, smoke coming out of his nostrils.

"Apparently, I was the one who snatched him." Alfred shook his head. "Asshole's already being fucked by someone else." He turned his face a bit to the light, exposing his bruised cheek. "See that? His shitty excuse of a boyfriend punched me square in the face before running away! "

It was not that big of a bruise but the size was enough for it to be noticeable. Gilbert let out a snort, and before the German broke out to big fits of laughter, Alfred punched the other lightly in the gut— weak enough for not to hurt, but strong enough for Gilbert to step a few paces back.

"Gosh, dude, sucks for you!"

"Oh yeah? And what about you? Thought you're gonna get yourself some chicks and dicks?"

"The night's still young! I ain't rushing." Gilbert snickered, dropping the half-finished cigarette on the floor before stepping on it to extinguish whatever flame was left. "I'm also doing my part as your good friend. I got worried when I saw you rushing out, believe me. Come now, let's go back in!"

Gilbert had not gone as far as a step would take him when he turned back around with disbelief the moment Alfred uttered an unrelenting 'no.'

"Say what?" His brows arched up as Alfred dropped and killed his own cigarette with his feet.

"I'm just gonna go home." Alfred cleared and Gilbert obviously did not like his idea.

"You kidding me?" His German friend marched back to him before swinging an arm over his neck. "But the fun is right there!" Gilbert pointed back at the club adorned with attention-seeking neon lights. "Watcha' gonna do back at home? Have a porn marathon again of your favorite porn star?"

Alfred rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, like a denial of sorts but both men knew that what Gilbert had just said was most likely going to happen indeed.

"The real deal is right over there! Not at home!" His silver-haired friend tried to convince him more but he already made up his mind. Alfred was already tired, and the bruise on his cheek kind of stung. The reason for having acquired one on his Adonis-like face did nothing but made him feel worse. With an exasperated sigh, he unhooked Gilbert's arm off him.

"Thank you, His Awesomeness, for worrying about my well-being but I really just wanna go home and maybe, yeah, watch my favorite porn star get some intense facial." Alfred was already beaming with delight just by trying to picture one of those many scenes but he hid his feelings well with an annoyed look, an expression that Gilbert also currently wore when the German realized that his American friend's decision was an absolute one.

Gilbert looked at him dead in the eye, and Alfred returned it without even blinking. As much as Gilbert hated losing, it was he who gave up first with his hands up in the air as he accepted defeat. Alfred wiggled his brows as if to taunt the other.

"Fine! Do what you like, Mr. Sunshine. Like I fucking care." There was a hint of bitterness in Gilbert's tone but Alfred knew that it was just a passing thing. It was not like the man could really hate Alfred.

"I sure as hell will." He declared before he started walking away while Gilbert remained standing as the distance between them grew. Alfred made sure to slow his pace down a bit, taking his time walking to his car and it was not until he was a good few feet away that he heard Gilbert shouting, trying to call him back with a 'You bring dishonor to us all!' which he actually expected. Laughing, he merely raised his hand and his middle finger stood proudly.

"Fuck you too!" Gilbert shouted back in response, knowing the Alfred will not waste time stopping and looking around just to see the German raise a middle finger of his own. Shaking his head, he entered his car, started the engine, and drove away recklessly.

The night became awfully peaceful for Alfred after that and the radio music cannot really compensate for it. If he was going to be honest, it annoyed him. It was really tempting to just go visit another bar or club or maybe he could go find a college party worth crashing, get drunk, find his self another ass to bang that night, but then the pain he felt from the hit on his face was doing an exceptional work on ruining the mood as he continued to drive down the highway. It was a Friday night for god's sake! And for a party person like Alfred, spending a Friday night home alone felt like he was wasting a big deal of his time.

Passing by a 24/7 convenience store that was really hard to miss because of its all too bright lights, he decided he would stop at the next one he would see on the way and just buy his self a few bottle of beers. He may be alone but that will not stop him from drinking though it was just so he could say he still was able to at least drink on a Friday night— an attempt to diminish the frustrating loneliness.

It was only another 0.5 miles when he spotted another store. Without even bothering to switch his signal lights on (as there were no other cars on the road so he deemed it a waste of time), Alfred swiftly turned to his right before flawlessly parking his car right in between the white parking lines because he was not a stupid driver unlike some people.

He winced when he entered the small establishment, silently cursing at he bright lights. The man by the cash register was rubbing his eyes, making it obvious to Alfred that he had just woken the man up from sleep. Although he really would not blame the other as it already was late at night and working during the hours humans were supposed to be sleeping was not an easy thing unless you worked for nightclubs. Seeing nothing else that was worth his attention, he focused back to the task at hand and let his feet drag him through the fridge where the ice-cold six-pack of beer was.

Setting his eyes on his favorite brand, it did not take him long to grab the pack and pay, bills and coins scattering on the counter as he paid the exact amount. Before the cashier could count his money, he was already marching out, not bothering to take his receipt. It would be just another trash in his car after all.

As he drove home, Alfred could already picture what he would most likely do and a small part of him kind of regretted leaving the club. But then the stinging sensation on his cheek reminded him that he was not up for anything fun anymore, and it would be better to spend the night drinking alone. It was not like he was some sorry ass who drunk alone every night. He was a party person, always out, always waking up on someone else's bed because he never really liked bringing random people in his apartment. Cleaning his own sheets just because someone else cummed on them was not the type of responsibility he was set on.

Most likely, he would down all those beers down his throat, the familiar taste slowly lulling him to a drunk state as he browsed through the late night television shows. If he was still awake and got bored, he would jerk off.

The plan sounded pathetic, but Alfred was already used to his lone-nights routine. And instead of thinking how sad his night turned out to be, he focused on thinking what video of Red Woods should he watch before he go to sleep. It was just another night.

"Mmff!" A bead of sweat rolled down on the side of Alfred's forehead as he watched Red moan through the gag. The porn star's ass cheeks were almost red as his fiery hair from all the spanking done to him.

"You like that, slut?" Another man's voice came through his speakers and Alfred found himself mouthing the words. Red nodded shamelessly, the camera zooming in his tear-stained face. His green eyes had darkened with lust and the glimmer in his irises caused by crying made Alfred's breath hitch. When another hit made it to Red's ass, he jerked forward, eyes closing for a second as he hissed through the gag. "Answer me." The unknown man's voice came again and Red responded with a muffled 'yes.'

Alfred swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth.

"Good boy." Went the other man's voice again. Alfred was glad that the camera really never showed him and focused on Red instead.

He had seen this video countless of times, what with the limited choices he had after Red disappeared in the porn industry a year ago. But Alfred still found his breath being taken away every time he watched the scene where Red's hair was pulled back, causing the petite man to arch backwards, his milky neck being vulnerably exposed and Alfred could very well see Red's Adam's apple bob up, moaning as the other man's cock slammed inside him without any given warning. Alfred bit his lower lip, his hand speeding up and down as he jerked himself.

Red's body rocked in a way that drove Alfred's cock crazy. The creaking of the mattress where Red was on as he was fucked thoroughly made Alfred's imagination run wild. He closed his eyes, his bit his lip harder as he threw his head back. He could see how helpless Red was with those delicate hands tied behind his back as he pushed the entirety of his length inside the porn star repeatedly. The moans getting louder, higher in pitch, the choking through the gag, the large intake of breaths Red could only take through his nose.

"Fuck!" Alfred's half-lidded eyes stared at the screen as he came just in time when the man fucking Red spilled his own cum on Red's back. He could only wish it was his like many times before.

After the satisfying orgasm, Alfred proceeded to wipe himself clean after closing his laptop before going to bed, his feet hitting the empty bottles of beer in the process.

"Look, Toris, I need those sales reports by three in the afternoon or else boss is gonna kill me and we can kiss both our sorry asses goodbye to this company." Alfred rested his hand over the material of Toris' office cubicle that was just a few steps from his own.

"I'm trying my best, Alfred, believe me." The sound of frantic typing tried to act as proof of Toris' best performance. Alfred pushed his glasses up at the bridge of his nose, opening his mouth to tell the other man that the 'best' he was currently showing was not enough. Although Alfred really could not define what kind of 'best' he was looking for at the moment. Deciding against further talking and pressuring the other, he closed his mouth and simply sighed.

"Okay, you need a boost. I'll go buy some coffee. Any requests?"

"Red bull." Toris replied without looking at him and Alfred only hummed in response before turning around to leave.

"You've got two hours."

He was not usually kind enough to buy other people stuff, but he supposed that with the way Toris looked, the man needed the adrenaline to finish his report on time. He understood that Toris had just finished some other tiring paperwork just maybe a minute before he appeared and demanded for the reports.

Alfred was not the kindest person on earth, but he was understanding enough to buy Toris some energy drink.

Walking out of the office, out the elevator, and out the very building that cradled his devil of a boss was a huge relief to him. He looked up the towering establishment and frowned, thinking about how miserable it was that he had to stress over some paper works on an already scornful Monday. At the very least, he expected a light workload since it was only the start of the week. On lunch breaks he would catch up with the latest office gossip, find out who the hot new employee was if there was any, who would get fired next, who slept with who, who cheated on who, whose wife was at the lobby demanding to see her husband's other woman.

His mind had been wandering elsewhere and he was only paying half of his attention in accomplishing the task at hand. He grabbed three cans of energy drink, completely forgetting the specific brand that Toris requested although he was pretty sure that his work mate would not even notice it. Tossing the coins and bills on the counter without much thought and leaving the scattered all over much to the cashier's dismay, Alfred headed out, thinking that he needed some caffeine.

It took him a while to find a decent coffee shop other than Starbucks. It was a bit far from his workplace but he was yet to realize that he would need to take a bus just to return to his building. How in the world did he stumble upon the place, he had no idea and he thanked his daydreams for that.

Alfred ordered the first thing he spotted on the menu, gave his name when asked, before walking away from the counter to take a seat by the window. He had a fascination for windows, yes, and he believed that main and important characters always sat by the window. It was something he had observed from watching too many movies during his free time, occasions when he did not feel like stroking his dick. Protagonists always sat by the window pane, a lost look in his eyes as they followed people from the outside that were interesting enough to gain a few seconds from his time. Speaking of time…

He glanced at his watch. Only fifteen minutes had passed since he left Toris alone to deal with his reports. It was not like Alfred was being an ass. Reminder that he volunteered to buy the man energy drinks. But the thing was, despite Alfred being a huge procrastinator, he actually got to finish his work on time and unbelievably so, he had a clean record when it came to submissions and he rewarded his self with free times such as these, and maybe a little partying when night came.

Remembering the hit he took a couple of nights before, his brushed his fingers against his already healed cheeks (thank god) and cursed under his breath. He still could not quite forget it and how it became the talk of the office the following day.

"Say goodbye to Mr. Baby face everybody!" Gilbert announced with his usual loudness, the man's good vibes still intact even after getting reprimanded for his tardiness by his younger brother Ludwig, who was their big boss at the same time, Alfred, knowing that Gilbert got laid the night before much to his dismay, threatened the man that if he did not shut his fucking mouth he would shove Ivan's dick in there. It was effective.

That was four days ago. Gilbert easily got off the hook. And to think that he miserably spent that night watching his favorite porn star get fucked by someone who was not him while Gil got an awesome threesome. It paid to be the big boss' brother, he thought.

"Espresso for Alfred?" A heavily accented voice disturbed the streams of his flashback and snapped his full attention back to reality. The suddenness of someone addressing him surprised him, and it did not help that the voice was so unique and distinct it was as if he had heard it before. When he looked up, the waiter who served and left him his coffee, had already turned and walked away. He watched until the man disappeared before the door decorated with a colorful 'staff only' sign.

Shrugging, he returned his attention back outside and started daydreaming again.

It was about five minutes with him sipping his surprisingly delicious coffee when he heard that crisp voice again.

"Vanilla Latte for Katy?"

He tore his eyes off from the scenery of the busy sidewalk outside and settled on watching the foreign waiter deliver orders for a girl who sat a few tables from where he was. To his slight disappointment, the man had his back against Alfred, but that did not make him safe from Alfred's observant blue eyes.

The man had a sandy blond shade of hair, a bit messy but not intolerable. Alfred had to say he rather liked the look of messy hair. It was crazy sexy given the right face. He let his eyes wander down the man's ass, because no shit he was totally checking him out, and he was glad that it was not a disappointment. Maybe it was those tight black jeans that shaped them deliciously, clinging down to those sexy long legs. And Alfred had the black apron to thank for as the strings tied at the back hugged the waiter's waist and exposed his curves. Alfred's lips curled up against the rim of his cup.

Now he could only hope that the man's face was as beautiful as his body. Alfred was not in the mood for disappointments. He tried to listen to their conversation and caught a few faint words coated with, to his delight, he confirmed, a British accent. This man, Alfred thought, was completing his checklist, and from the way the girl batter her eyelashes at the waiter, he was getting confident that the waiter had looks.

But then, Alfred had to know if the blond was gay. Not that he planned on pursuing him or anything. It would be nice to know that he had a potential catch.

Alfred's detective play was cut short when his phone rang. He clicked his tongue and saw Toris' name on the screen. He swiped it open and brought it to his phone.

"Yo?"

"I'm almost done but I really do need that booster right now."

Crap. He had forgotten about that. He glanced at his purchase under the table, checking if it was still there.

"I'm on my way." He mumbled and got a quick 'thanks' before Toris hung up just in time for him to look up when the blond waiter he was spying on turned around.

Alfred almost dropped his phone.

He was caught off guard. It was a big surprise to see such a pretty fucking face. It was beyond handsome, beyond a face that Alfred expected, beyond the kind of pretty that Alfred often would spot in a club. It was a pretty fucking face and Alfred had to bring the cup to his lips to avoid getting caught staring as the blond slowly strode toward his direction.

The waiter had a small piece of paper in his fingers and he judgingly stared at it (thus the slow walking pace) with ridiculously beautiful eyes that made Alfred almost choke on his drink.

They were an alluring green that carried a hypnotic gaze even if the man was simply staring at the piece of paper. They were almost the same as… Alfred remembered the accent, and as the man came nearer to his table, Alfred spotted thick eyebrows underneath the waiter's bangs.

Blond hair aside, the waiter was an exact replica of Red Woods.

Lost in his thoughts and bewilderment, the waiter had quickly passed by his table before he even realized it. Almost spitting his coffee out, he swiftly turned and craned his neck in an eager manner as he tried to suck in the sight of the waiter long before the man disappeared through the door for the second time. When he was no longer in sight, Alfred twisted his body and leaned back his chair with an audible sigh.

His phone came ringing again and prevented him from further diving through his star-struck-influenced assumptions.

"I'm done, and I'm drained. Hurry up and check these quickly." Came Toris' tired voice. Reluctantly, Alfred stood up and drank huge gulps from his cup before leaving the table with a couple of dollars as tips.

It was already two-twenty-five in the afternoon and he had half an hour more before the deadline. "On my way." He answered and hurried outside, familiarizing himself with the street before riding the bus.

The rest of the day flowed in a tight and hectic schedule, but nothing could take Alfred's mind away from the blond waiter at the coffee shop. Not after seeing all those similarities that were too good to be true.

When he got back home, he quickly opened his laptop and browsed through his video collection. He closed his eyes, touched his painfully hard length, and for the first time since he became a fan, he jerked off imagining Red Woods with blond hair.

Alfred found his ass warming the same chair he sat on in the coffee shop the next day.

This is my first time in writing an M Rated fic. Please tell me what you think. :)

Thanks for reading!