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Level Two: Admitting Weakness
"You're a model!?"
Alfred looked up at him, slipping his jeans on in one slick move. "Yeah. A Fit Model."
"A FIT MODEL!?"
Alfred pressed a fist up to his mouth, trying his best to not laugh at the bewildered British man sitting naked on his bed. "Yeah? Why's it so surprising?"
Arthur gaped his mouth. He feels like a fool, he looks like a fool; why hadn't he noticed it? That lean waste, toned muscles, the sexiest shoulder blades, and that bloody sexy six pack he's walking around, half naked on. His jawline as sharp as a lion's bite. His eyelashes longer than light years, perfectly high cheekbones, and shady, exotic eyes. And everything about him was symmetrical, which was very hard to come by.
Arthur was astonished. But he could barely believe it. And he just woke up in white sheets of a canopy bed that had a bloody Jacuzzi in the corner and the best one night stand he'll ever get in his entire life.
"I can't believe it…"
"You better dig! Or else I'm throwing you out if you're not really who I think you are."
"Who do you think I am?"
"The new model from Elle, right? You were picked from the streets of Paris and tried out at a photo shoot. Which became a huge success 'cause the other big hit companies got their asses kicked when Elle published their new magazine."
"...And how do you know this?"
"Ha ha. Ditz, I'm a model from Vogue."
Arthur's mouth managed to widen. "Vogue?"
Alfred smiled, showing his shining, white pearls. "Yeah."
"VOGUE!?"
"Yes! Believe it! Oh, and just because I'm usually seen with a lot ta heaters in my modeling, it don't mean I've actually busted someone."
Arthur looked at the wooden floors of the moving cruise ship. He was getting seasick and, for goodness sake, Arthur loves sea travel! "I can't. This is crazy! I can't believe this from a kid like you! For all I know, you might as well be lying to impress your stupid arse!"
Alfred shrugged. "Well, honey. For all you know, this 'stupid arse' is pretty damn big." And he went all the way to actually grabbing his butt and winking at Arthur. Arthur shook his head and scoffed. "Fine, Mr. Jones. Mind me asking a few questions then?"
"Shoot!" And he lay beside him on the bed with his slender, shaved legs crossed and his grin filled with excitement to brag.
"Alright, how tall are you?"
"Six feet and an inch."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"How much do you weigh?"
Alfred grinned. "Since I lost two pounds last night... 160 pounds."
Arthur squinted his emerald eyes straight into Alfred. Then the Brit smirked. "Clothing measurements?"
Alfred smirked back. "Waist, thirty inches, Shirt size: neck fifteen, sleeve thirty two. Jacket size for forty one." And Arthur's mouth couldn't widen anymore so his eyes grew instead. "Bloody..."
"Now, Artie, tell me if any average liar would know those things."
Arthur looked down on his hands and he felt ashamed. "Sorry, Mr. Jones. I didn't mean to take you for a liar. I'm just surprised a fellow model would be sleeping with an amateur like me."
Arthur heard him sigh and he looked up to see Alfred weaving his fingers through his golden hair. "Don't forget this, Artie; Even I used to be an amateur."
Then he took his muscled arms and crouched closer to Arthur. "And it's Alfred." Then their lips met; in and out, soft and sweet. Arthur even felt Alfred's eyelashes, caressing his cheeks. And when Arthur noticed that they had parted, Alfred was already outside of his walk-in closet and slipping a black leather jacket over his white button-up shirt. Then when he noticed Arthur, he smiled.
"Stop staring at me and get dressed... Or else my control will snap and I'll be fucking you again."
Arthur blushed and looked away. "You know? I wouldn't mind that."
Alfred laughed, his nose creases scrunching perfectly. "Maybe next time," Then he threw a baby blue long sleeve, button-up to Arthur and a pair of black Armani pants, "Get dressed first."
"Aw, man! I'm starvin'!"
"I, as well."
Arthur traced the edges of the stainless steel buffet and carefully read each delicacy. Behind him, Alfred had already gotten a plate and was already filling it.
"Alfred!"
"Hm?" He answered, a calamari ring suck between his lips.
"You didn't even ask the chef what the calories and the cooking methods were for those!"
"Don't have to. I'm eating all of this!" Alfred practically said, his mouth almost drooling at the half a mile long buffet of gourmet food.
Arthur shook his head in disbelief. "You don't just do that! For a Fit model, I thought you'd know every basic need of dieting!"
"...Mmm. Yeah. No." Alfred made his point of shutting Arthur up by going ahead of him in another one of his smooth, single motions. Arthur smelled his seductive cologne as he passed which Arthur had to bite his lip at. He turns back to the four star menu in front of him, grabbed a stylish plate, and asked the chef what his cooking methods were.
Just as he'd filled his plate with salad -no sauce or extra additives- he felt a nudge to his right, where the beginning of the line came from. It was Lovino.
He didn't say anything; he was just doing his eyebrow thing that no one he really knows, means. Except Arthur.
"He's no one. Now shut up and move along," Arthur whispered through beared teeth. Lovino made a minuscule gesture of actually approaching Alfred and Arthur sliced his finger passed his neck, solely headed to the Italian male. Lovino shrugged, grabbed a plate of his own and scurried back to where the chef was to ask his normal series of questions as a fellow model. That Arthur needs to seriously keep an eye on.
"Who was that?"
Arthur jumped out of his skin and somehow flung his plate (filled with only salad and morning sausages) into the nearby gourmet meatloaf. "You bloody git! Now look at what you've done!"
"Oops." Alfred slid behind Arthur twisted his arm around to grab a slice of the meatloaf, and just before leaving, seductively licking Arthur behind his ear. He doesn't quite know how long but Arthur did just stand there, barely breathing.
Once he recovered his plate and apologized for the mess Alfred left behind, he made his way to the dining area. Since this was the Business class, there were barely any other people and Arthur didn't even notice Lovino anywhere. Alfred, of coarse, chose a table near two young ladies with way too much jewelry on. As Arthur calmly approached, Alfred saluted at him and patted the seat to his left. Arthur nodded at the ladies to be polite, sat, and observed.
One woman was a bleached blonde lass, like Arthur. She had a sculpted face and simple, nude make-up on and wore a yellow striped summer dress that ended just to her knees. She had a sweet laugh and a radiant smile. The other woman was a brunette in a loose bun. She had ruby lips and her eyes were bombarded with mascara. She wore sailor shorts and a white long sleeve with a red ribbon. Arthur glanced at Alfred and found he was hitting on the dark-haired girl much more than the young blonde. Arthur breathed in, involuntarily smelling the brunette's cheap perfume.
Arthur shook and looked away (totally not jealous) as Alfred's hand caressed the woman's thigh under the table cloth. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Alfred, do you mind introducing me?" And Arthur pretended to not notice his sigh of relief when Alfred's hand retreated.
Alfred took a second to glare at Arthur which the Brit dismissed as a trick of the light but Alfred smiled and looked at the ladies. "Girls, ladies, this is Arthur. My partner in crime." He gestured to Arthur then gestured to the ladies, "Artie, this is Tura," he gestured at the brunette, "and this is Edie," he pointed to the bleached blonde lass.
By the time breakfast finished, it was basically midday. Arthur quickly dabbed the napkin on his face, got up, nodded at the ladies, and left.
He entered his own room and closed the door behind him. He unbuttoned his shirt and remembered it was Alfred's so he opened the door again and headed a few halls down. People (ladies) were eyeing him. Each and every one. Arthur knew he didn' have a shirt on but he was too sleepy to even care. As he entered Aflred's hall, he could already tell someone was getting knocked up; sounds and all. So, he didn't waste a second to knock on that door as loud and as irrational as he can.
The 'sounds' stopped and the door opened with a clumsy clatter. "Ey, nosebleed! Get some jets and cut out!" Alfred yelled at Arthur, his eyes only half closed, shirtless, and the fly of his jeans opened.
"It's me, you arse," Arthur stated, annoyed, tired, and trying his best to keep his eyes at Alfred's face.
Alfred blinked a few times then opened one eye fully. "Oh, it's you, Artie. What do ya want?... 'N why are ya half naked?" Behind him, Arthur could see dark hair splayed over his sheets even if the room's lights were turned off.
"This is yours," Arthur held up the blue shirt and looked away. Alfred took a moment to stare at it but he shook his head, "No, Artie. That's yours now. I don't like that shirt anyway."
"But, it's Klein-"
"I know. Just leave, Arthur!"
Arthur paused for a second hoping the hurt he was feeling wouldn't transform itself into watering eyes. Alfred opened both his eyelids and sighed. He grabbed Arthur by the loop of his pants and pulls him into a deep, drunk kiss. With unimaginable loads of tongue action which left Arthur breathless.
Before he even figured it was done, Alfred had slipped back into the room and closed the door at his face.
Arthur turned around, still erratically breathing and pressed his forehead against the nearby wall. "What... the bloody hell..."
"What's wrong, Arthur? Alfred getting you down?"
Arthur slowly turned his head to face a woman with a cup of scotch in her palm and a gloomy face. "Aha. Rejection hurts, doesn't it? Don't let it get to you."
Arthur didn't answer but he did notice the small trickles of mascara running down Edie's face. She smiled at him, he smiled back, trudging down the end of the hall to sit beside her. "What do you see in him, Edie? You're a beautiful, strong woman. Why Alfred?"
Edie chuckled and grinned. "The same reason you want him."
"Oh? What's that?"
"He's perfect." Arthur widened his greens and almost gasped. It was one of those "Oh my god, you're right!" moments, one of those mind-blowing moments. Edie was right. He was perfect. "Why do you need someone perfect in your life, Arthur?"
"It's... quite complicated."
"Then simplify it. But, do tell."
Arthur smiled at that. She was just as cocky and cheeky as Alfred was. "Well... he's the only one so far, that can save my career right now. I need him."
"Oh?"
"Yes... just because he is absolutely perfect."
Author's Notes:
Here's some greaser language to get straight:
Dig-Understand
Ditz-Idiot
Heaters-Guns
Busted-Hurt/Injured
Alright. Chapter Two!
Alright. Thanks for putting up with the wait, guys, (you have no choice mwahahaha)Anyways, i bid you happy reading.
