Fluffy chapter is EXTREMELY fluffy (with humourous sex... SPOILER... wait i already said that): I mean, that's what it pretty much is anyway. What the hell ya'll want me to say? Shit! Read da chapter and have a sandwich, biaoch! *huffs*
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*playfully tap the readers in the back with her barefoot* Wuv Youuuuuuuuuuu! 8b
**Another special thanks to this chapter beta reader: Sarah (wuv you toooo)
Axis Powers-Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya(I moved in with Tetsuya Nomura... Hide-chan dumped me D:)
BFFF: Love Will Make it Certain
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Arriving at Arthur's apartment complex, Alfred parked his rental car at the visitor parking lot. He made two trips, getting all the groceries first and his luggage last. He easily settled in, having to look around the Brit's place. It still looked the same when he first left that day. The only thing that was different was those hideous plum color curtains replaced by a soft golden brown one. He grinned.
"I should have known nothing's changed here," he thought out loud.
After being away for so long, Alfred felt right at home.
The American went to the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner. He remembered the Brit helping himself to a second plate when he made breakfast that day at his place, so it was obvious he enjoyed his cooking. Even if he did make burgers and fries, he was sure Arthur would eat it. Alfred had always been good at cooking, long before he worked at the deli downtown. His coworkers there who were all women were heartbroken when he told them he'll be away for a while. They were crying their eyes out, paying no mind to the customers that were waiting for their order or order to be taken. They desperately wanted him to stay, knowing it wouldn't be the same without him. The workers at ICOM hated to see him go also. He had to be sure to pay them all a visit before he went back.
Alfred rummaged through all of the Brit's cabinets, pulling out pots and pans. Arthur had every utensil he needed. It was time for the master at work. He couldn't wait to prepare the surprise for his British love. The happy-go-lucky blond's train of thought broke when his cell phone went off in his back pocket. The ring tone was playing some Beatles song The Long and Winding Road. He pulled it out and immediately answered it.
"Yeah."
There was silence first. Then the person on the other line finally spoke.
"You don't have to sound so serious each time I call, you know," the caller replied annoyingly.
Alfred turned back to the running water, filling the pot halfway. "Psh. How am I supposed to sound?" he asked seriously, carrying the pot to the stove. "Happy? Sad? Both are going head to head, and the suspense is killing the hell out of me."
"Well, for the record it's not sad n-"
"Great. Are we done? Cuz I was since you opened your mouth," Alfred rudely interrupted, reaching for his grocery bag, and pulling out all the items.
The caller sighed. "You know, would it kill you to greet me properly? It's not like I'm Hitler."
"You're absolutely right. You're not Hitler. It's your bastard friend who thinks you're one of God's lil' angel who's the real Hitler. You're more like, uh..." the blond paused as he went over to the stove. "Hm... who's the chick who was standing up for Britney Spears and made an ass of herself on the internet?"
"Alfred-"
"Wait. I got it. You're more like Sarah Palin."
"Alfred, please..."
The American adjusted the knob on the stove before going to the cabinet, getting some cooking oil, seasonings, and other condiments. He grabbed the frying pan and placed it on the heat eye next to the pot.
"So..." he began nicely, "how are you today... Pinoccio?"
The caller on the other end made a disapproving noise. "Alfred-"
"That's it!" the blond cried sarcastically. "Definitely Pinoccio! He totally suits you! You know, he also turns into a jackass in the movie."
"Look, you're being..." the caller raised their voice, but paused. They then talked in a much lower voice. "Alfred, this is... so unfair! I'm trying really hard to make this work."
"Well try harder," the blond said coldly. "It's going to take a long ass time to make up for what you did."
There was a pause. Then finally...
"Alfred... I know what I did was-"
"I'm only going to say this once," the American warned. "Unless this is an emergency call, stop wasting my time."
The caller sighed, giving up. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry... J-just a moment."
Alfred too let out a sigh as he leaned against the counter with his arm wrapped around his torso, holding the phone in his other hand, waiting. A few seconds later, Alfred broke into a warm smile.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked sweetly.
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"Well, I think that about covers everything, Miss Harris... you are most welcome. ...just reach me in this number if you have any more questions... bye then."
Arthur took a huge sigh of relief, after getting off the phone with his last customer of the day. All his tasks were completed, and he was eager to get the hell out of this office and see Alfred.
-buzzzz-
The Brit reached into his drawer and pulled out his cell phone that was going off. He tapped the touch screen, seeing it was a call from Alfred. Smiling, the Brit answered.
"Hey, gorgeous."
Alfred chuckled on the other end. "Hey, yourself. Finished your tasks?"
"I have." Arthur held the phone with his shoulder while gathering his papers and stacking them in a nice pile. "How's dinner coming along?"
"It's going kickass! I think you're gonna like it."
Arthur grinned while putting the papers in a file drawer. "It better not be burgers and fries."
"It's not. Promise! Oh, just promise me one thing."
Arthur rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "Which is...?"
"Call me as soon as you pull up. I wanna show you the surprise."
"More surprises? Are you trying to make me love you more?"
The American snickered. "Is it working?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
-knock knock-
The Brit frowned from that knock, not looking forward to mingling with the cubicle intruder. He turned back to the phone. "Gotta go."
"Okay. Don't forget. Promise me?"
"Right, right. I'll wait outside. Promise."
"Thanks! Love ya, babe!"
Arthur chuckled. "Love you," he replied. He then turned his attention to the visitor. "Come in," he said while gathering his documents in his briefcase. The Brit turned his chair to see who it was. It was Antonio. "Ah, Mister Antonio. What can I do for you?"
Leaving is your only option.
"Well, I'm glad you asked, my friend," the Spanish man answered as he sat on Arthur's desk, making himself comfortable.
Arthur's eye twitched slightly.
Making yourself at home is not an option.
"A few of the coworkers and myself were thinking about eating out at Fiesta's tonight. And if you want, you can bring your pretty lady friend. Everyone's dying to see her."
Arthur blushed as he turned to his desk, closing his case and shutting down his computer.
"Oh, well... we already have plans actually," he explained.
"Ah, come on. Postpone it and come eat with us. You're not ashamed of her are you? Surely she's not ugly."
"Of course not!" Arthur replied defensively. "He's highly attractive... she is! She is..."
The Brit turned to his briefcase and trailed his eyes side to side, hoping his visitor didn't get suspicious on his little mistake.
Antonio nodded with a smile. He leaned over, patting the Brit on the shoulder. "Well, we are meeting up tonight at nine," he said before standing and walking to the exit. "You and Alfred are more than welcome to stop by."
Arthur nodded back as he closed his briefcase. "Right," he murmured. "Thanks."
...
The Brit paused.
Wait... what?
He sprang from his chair, and reached for the Spanish man. He ignored Antonio's gagging noise as he grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him back in his cubicle. He slammed the confused Hispanic down in the chair and looked at him hard.
"What do you mean 'You and Alfred are more than welcome to stop by'?" he quoted to the scared man.
Antonio swallowed and nodded slowly. "S-si... it's like I said," he said carefully.
Arthur glared at him hard, clenching tighter to Antonio's now wrinkled collar.
The Hispanic chuckled, holding his hands up in defense. "Whoa, easy, amigo," he said. "I didn't say anything to anybody nor anyone said anything to me. I just had a hunch. When I saw you sweating bullets after Alfred blurted out about that 'reuniting' thing, that's when I butted in. I figured you didn't want anyone to know you two were dating and-"
The Brit clenched hard enough to rip Antonio's shirt slightly, hissing, "If you dare say one word to anyone in this office, so help me-"
"Arthur," Antonio said with a grin while trying to carefully peel away from the man's clutches. "You can trust me, man. Hey, I wish you and Alfred all the happiness in the world. You deserve it. I hope you'll announce it to the others one day."
The Brit blinked and released the man.
Wait. What's the point of me hiding in the shadows because of my sexuality? Who bloody cares how the others feel? I am happy.
"I am, Mister Antonio," he said. "I truly am. I'm happy being who I am, and I'm going to fucking prove it. Right now." He grabbed his things, and left his cubicle leaving the baffled Antonio behind. Standing in the middle of the aisle, he watched the other coworkers closing up their station and mingling. Taking a deep breath, the Brit held up his hand.
"Excuse me! Can I have everyone's attention before you leave?"
One by one, each coworker's head popped out from their cubicle turning their attention to the Brit in the middle of the office. Most of the room grew quiet, but there was faint chattering from the back.
Arthur swallowed hard, feeling like a nervous, snotty nose 3rd grader doing show and tell. The Englishman made scenes before in the past, whether it was solo or with another coworker, mostly Alfred. But he knew this action was going to take the cake. There would always be some main attraction that was enough to keep the F.U. team entertained. This action was the only thing to keep them awake at eight in the morning. Arthur wasn't sure how this special treat would turn out. He felt like he was getting ready to come clean and tell them about he had some sort of heroin addiction. More like an Alfred addiction. Fuck, he would get stone off that drug 24/7.
Smoke it. Snort it. Inject it. Drink it. Inhale it. Overdose it.
"Sometime this year, Arthur," the Brit heard the German Ludwig call out, sounding impatient.
"Ah," Arthur Brit's little daydream, made his pants feel slightly snugged. "Shit..."
The Brit cleared his throat, taking his briefcase and casually covered his front area. It was happening? Now?
Shit... I got a fucking boner. A fucking boner!
"Arthur, what's going on?" Sadiq asked.
"Oh, well, um..." Thankful that he was good with multitasking after working at the office for years, Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet while still hiding his excited "Arthur Junior" with his briefcase. He dug his finger into one of the pouches and pulled out a picture of Alfred. He held it up. "Do you see this man in this picture?" he asked, slowly circling around, making sure everyone could see. He could see a few people squinting their eyes to see who the person in the photo was.
"Who is it?" someone from the far back yelled out.
"So glad you asked, Charlie," the Brit replied, walking slowly down the aisle. "In this picture is Alfred F. Jones. Now, I'm sure you all are wondering why the bloody hell I'm carrying a picture of the guy I can't stand?" The Brit turned around, walking backwards, still holding up the picture. "Well, I just so happen to be in love with this man." Arthur paused, letting the crowd take in their reactions. "That's right! This is my mystery lady friend. And the roses at my desk, those are in fact from Alfred. I... Arthur Kirkland love Alfred F. Jones, and he loves me back, and we're both happy. Even though most of you in here are probably not into the gay relationship thing, I certainly hope this doesn't change anything about us. And if it does, well... you can just kiss my arse. That is if you're into that sort of thing."
The Brit stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the button. He turned back to the crowd. "And for those of you who are deeply curious," he contiued as he heard the doors behind him opening. He walked backwards inside. "He made me come ten times."
With that being said, the Brit pressed his destination and looked ahead. The last thing he saw before the doors closed in front of him were countless jaw dropping employees, including Roderich himself who was standing outside his office.
The Brit turned red from the neck up, realizing what he just did twenty seconds ago.
Bloody hell.
The Brit dropped his things and walked backwards until his back hit the wall. He cupped his mouth, stunned with himself. He confessed his feelings for Alfred in front of his team. His boss. Everyone!
"Bloody hell," he muffled behind his hand.
What wacky person like that would just up and confess about his sexuality, and who they had been screwing? Arthur Kirkland would of course, not that hamburger loving git. Considering how he told Alfred about not wanting to let anyone else know about their relationship until he felt ready. The Brit's own parents didn't even know yet, and he was sure they would be the first to know. So much for that. The American's boldness was rubbing off of him, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Whatever. He liked it.
Arthur's body trembled and he let out a snort. Then a snicker. Finally the Brit was in a fit of cackles. He laughed so hard, he slid down the wall and fell on his bottom. Tears were coming down his cheeks from his huge outburst. Arthur never laughed this hard in a long time. And it felt good. It felt so wonderful coming clean to those people. He would let the whole world know if he had to. The Brit felt like a whole different person, weight lifted off his shoulders. Things were starting to go his way. The Brit chuckled once more and looked up at the ceiling.
"Once again, you owe me, git."
Arthur Kirkland had no regrets.
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Miraculously avoiding traffic, Arthur made it safely to his complex. He parked in front of the building before pulling out his phone and calling Alfred.
After the first ring, someone answered.
"Hey!"
"Hey, you," the Brit greeted. "Can I come in now?"
"Not yet! Sit tight. I'll meet you outside."
Arthur grumbled. "Alfred," he whined, but the git already hung up. He sighed and put his phone away. He turned back up front strumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Blimey, I'm starving."
The shorter blond sighed once again, looking out his window, waiting for his lover to come down the stairs. After waiting nearly two minutes, he ended up making some beat on the steering wheel, then changed it up having the song Hetler Sketler in his head. He had his window cracked enough to hear a door slamming, and hurried footsteps. He ceased his strumming and turned to his window. The first thing the Brit saw were those converse shoes happily trotting down the steps, followed by bouncing, dark blond locks with a cow lick strain swaying side to side. Arthur grinned at how silly he looked wearing his apron that appeared rather small on him. His heart then fluttered rapidly when his lover looked up at him with a warm smile and a wave.
Why is it you that drive me crazy, git?
The Brit got out his car to meet his boyfriend halfway to the grassy point.
The taller man slowed his pace and grinned. "Welcome home, dude," he said. "How was the rest of your day?"
Arthur walked up to him, wrapping his arms around the American's neck, forced him down to crush lips together. He moaned softly, melting into Alfred's warmth.
Blimey... it's been so long since I felt these lips. It still feels electrifying as before.
Alfred immediately responded to the kiss, and circled his arms around his waist. He savored the softness of the Brit's lips, tugging it gently with his teeth, and slightly brushing his tongue across it. He pulled Arthur closer as he felt him shiver against him, feeling the Brit's heart throbbing faster against his chest, and quickly slipped his wet muscle inside as soon as he saw his moment. This was heaven. Alfred was hooked on his man close to him. Pure ecstasy. It would be impossible to pry himself off the Brit.
The Brit clenched his boyfriend's shirt, wanting more. He chuckled against Alfred's mouth before rolling his hips against his partner's. The taller man flinched, breaking the kiss halfway with a gasp. Arthur smirked.
This... oh, god. Did he miss this.
The panting American looked down at him with an amused grin. "Good answer," he whispered.
Arthur grinned back, rolling his hips once more. "Feel that, love?" he breathed.
"Ah, yeah. That's for me, right?"
The naughty Englishman snorted a chuckle, trailing kisses on the American's chin down to his neck. He heard a humming noise of a car pulling up, but paid no mind to it as it passed by. He could imagine the stunned and appalled look on the driver's face, with curious children in the back asking questions the parent probably wasn't prepared to answer.
"Maybe," the Brit muffled against Alfred's neck, before taking a bite. He chuckled as he heard the taller blond wincing.
"Your food's gonna get cold. You sure?"
"There's no law here saying we shouldn't have dessert first, now is there?" the Brit teased.
Alfred slipped his hands underneath Arthur's shirt, feeling his lover shiver when his cold hands touched his warm back. "Especially having dessert outside, right?" he asked huskily.
The smaller blond bopped the American in the back of his head for the second time today. "You wish!" he cried before laughing when Alfred's glasses slipped off his nose when he popped him.
The American straighten his glasses. "I wish, huh?" he teased as he tackled Arthur and pinned him to the ground. He began tickling his sides. He watched the Brit laugh out, trying to fight him off, grass stains appearing on his nice work suit in the process. Alfred grinned. "Uncle?"
"Piss off!" the Brit laughed, trying his hardest to shield his ticklish body with his arms.
"Say it!" the taller man humorously demanded.
Arthur cackled, kicking his legs. "I ca...n't breath!"
"Then say it before you pass out."
The shorter blond was going to refuse again but cracked when Alfred reached over to grab his feet. "Alright! Alright! Uncle! Uncle!"
Alfred stopped and leaned in until his nose was touching Arthur's. He felt like a happy kid at a candy store. Being with Arthur like this was far better than life itself.
He was happy that he was talked into coming back...
"There," he said warmly. "That wasn't so hard now was it?"
The panting Brit didn't reply. He stared at him silently with love in his eyes. He reached out a hand, brushing the taller man's bangs gently, and watching it fall back into place. He then trailed his fingers across his face, his jawbone, brushing a thumb across his lips. This gesture felt familiar to the him. He paid no mind when the American was chuckling, wondering what the hell he was doing. Arthur smiled warmly.
Oh, yes. I was doing this before while you were sleeping. You looked so peaceful and sweet. Look what you've did to me, git...
"Hey, Arty?"
The Brit again made no reply until he arched his neck and captured the American's lips.
"Mm," the younger blond chuckled in between their kiss, pinning both Arthur's hands on the grass, and lacing their fingers together over their heads. He didn't think the Brit would be this bold to make out outside his apartment, especially in front of joggers, passing by folk, and the youth. He pulled away slowly, to admire his Englishman, but was pulled down again for another hard kiss. "Mh... heh, hey-mm..." -kiss- "Arty, w-" -kiss- "Mmmm... have mercy." (*)
Arthur finally pulled away to catch his breath. He smiled, looking up at him. "Was that an uncle?" he breathed.
"Heh, for now," the American answered before getting off the Brit and standing. He held out a hand to Arthur who happily took it. Alfred easily pulled him off the ground before embracing him. He looked down at him and smirked. "You're in a affectionate mood this evening. Something good happened while I was away?"
"You could say that," Arthur replied before giving him another peck on the lips. "I announced to everyone at work that we were dating."
The American smirked wider. "Everyone?"
"Roderich was there also. Everyone. I even told them how many times you made me come that night."
Alfred threw his head back and laughed out. "After you forbid me not to?"
"Well, some things change," Arthur said with another quick peck. "I had to be sure they know that we're an item... a hot and steamy item."
Alfred whined, scratching the back of his head. "Shit. I knew I shoulda cooked dinner after dessert."
The Brit chuckled. "We could always do both."
"Are you trying to make me jizz?"
"Of course. But not unless it's on or in me."
The taller man cupped the Brit's mouth shut. "Jesus, Arty!" he cried with a reddened face. "I've created a sex monster." He wasn't used to seeing this side of Arthur, not that it was a bad thing.
The cocky Brit chuckled behind Alfred's hand before taking it and pulling it away. "Sadly, I would like some food first," he said before taking the American's hand and pressing his lips on it. "Dessert will have to wait."
Alfred chuckled and reached into his pocket. "Okay, you win," he said, as he pulled out a piece of red cloth. "Now come here so I can put this blindfold on ya."
Arthur blinked. "W-wait a minute. Don't put that on me while we're going up the stairs. What if I trip and fall?"
"Don't worry," the American assured his lover. "I won't let you fall." He made the Brit turn around and blinded the objecting man with the cloth.
"Git, my apartment better not be a complete wreck," Arthur warned, arms folded.
"It's not. Have faith in me." Alfred tied the cloth in a nice knot, making sure it wasn't too tight on the smaller blond. He turned in front of Arthur, waving a hand in front of his face. "Can you see me?"
"No," the smaller man stated the obvious.
Alfred grinned and flipped the bird at him. "How many fingers am I holding-"
"Alfred, stop flipping me the fuck off and let's eat already."
The American quickly pulled his hand away. "Hey! How did you-"
"Git, food. Now."
"Jeez, man! Okay, okay."
Arthur held out his hand, waiting for his lover to take it. Instead he let out a yelp when he felt himself being lifted off the ground. "The bloody hell?"
Alfred grinned, looking down at the startled man while bridal carrying him. "I said I wasn't going to let you fall," he said. "Just hold tight."
"This is embarrassing, Alfred."
The younger man rolled his eyes, knowing Arthur couldn't see it. "Says the British man who just dry humped me not too long ago," he teased while carrying him to his apartment.
"Bastard," Arthur grumbled as he held on to Alfred tight. The Brit stayed quiet in the dark, listening to Alfred's foot steps in the grass. The ride then got a little bumpier, noticing that Alfred already began climbing the steps to the second floor of his apartment. He wondered if he was too heavy for him. Then again, if the American was able to lift himself up from a stripper pole, then carrying Arthur would be like holding a two day old kitten to Alfred.
The excited young blond made it to Arthur's door and carefully put the blind man down. "We're here!" he cried happily. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his spare key. "Don't take it off yet."
Arthur sighed impatiently. "I won't, love." While listening to his boyfriend tinkering with the lock, the Brit took in a mouth watering aroma that was invading his nostrils. He inhaled deeper, knowing he recognized that familiar smell. The second whiff immediately made his stomach grumbled. He blushed when he heard his git chuckled. He finally heard the door crack opened.
"Here," the taller blond whispered.
The Brit felt a warm hand pressed on the small of his back, making him move. The more he walked the better he could get a smell of the food. Arthur felt another hand on his shoulder, making him stop where he was.
"Stop right here." he heard the American say before the door was closed shut.
Arthur inhaled the food more, stomach rumbling once again. He grinned.
I know that smell.
Arthur was getting excited. "Can I take it off now?"
"Hold on," Alfred replied, going over to the counter and fetching a lighter on the counter. He rushed over to the table, lighting a few candles, and making sure everything was in order. Perfect, he thought. He smiled and walked back over to the Brit.
"Alfred," the smaller man whined, getting restless.
"Okay," the American replied. He stood behind him and placed his hands on his lover's shoulders, squeezing them gently. "Now."
The Brit excitedly untied the blindfold. He opened his green orbs and they flashed by surprise to see his kitchen table with lit candles, filled with his favorite foods. Delicious, tender roast with potatoes and mixed vegetables, Yorkshire pudding, Cornish pasty, eccles cake, and of course topped with Arthur's favorite drink... beer.
"Oh, my," he said breathlessly, approaching the table. "This is... quite a surprise indeed. Ah, you remembered my favorite eccles cake."
Alfred smiled. "I remember you saying it's your one weakness," he replied. "Do you really like it?"
The Brit turned to the American, wrapping his arms around his neck once again. "Is it a retarded idea to sneak out of a boring office meeting wearing tap shoes?"(*) he joked.
The young man blinked with confusion. "Wait. Wha-"
Arthur silenced him with a deep kiss, losing his footing a bit when he stood on his toes. Thankfully his lover managed to wrap him tight to keep him from falling as he returned the kiss. Arthur pulled away and looked up at his grinning git.
"Isn't this Sunday Roast?" he asked. "It's Friday, git."
The American shrugged, lifting a brow humorously. "Does it really matter? You love roast too right?"
"Fucking straight, I do."
"Then let's fucking eat!"
The Englishman chuckled before giving his boyfriend another kiss. Arthur thought he would combust at any moment. After Alfred's return, the Brit felt something that he didn't think he had when he was with him. Arthur felt completed. Whole and anew. This what it was like to sit on top of the world, to actually breath. He was in love, and there was no turning back.
Blast. Did I say dinner first? The bloody fuck was I thinking?
It was the American's turn to pull away, grinning evilly. "Why do I get the feeling you still have 'dessert' on your mind?"
Arthur too made his own evil grin, replying, "Like you're not thinking the same thing. You're actually rubbing against my stomach."
"Well, it's that or I still have that rolling pin tucked away in this apron."
The Brit playfully nudged the taller man's side. "Dammit, stop making me choose, Jones."
"Okay, okay. Roast now. Rump roast later. Your stomach's been growling since you got here, man."
"Alright. Let's eat!"
The American grinned happily, looking like a little child as he pulled away from Arthur. He slipped off the apron, tossed it to the side, and walked over to the small CD player on the counter. He pressed the play button and soft piano music filled the air.
The Brit smiled softly. "It sounds lovely," he said.
The American turned to his lover and nodded. "Yiruma kicks ass," he said. "Glad you agree." He walked over to Arthur and offered a hand. "Sir."
Arthur took it and walked with him to the table. "Why thank you, sir," he said politely.
The American released his hand and pulled out his chair.
The Brit rolled his eyes and shrugged before sitting. "Whatever happened to 'not being so formal'?" he asked. "Besides, I live here."
The younger blond pushed up his chair. He placed one hand on the table and the other on the back of Arthur's seat. He waited for the older man to look up before leaning over, kissing him chastely. He pulled away with a smile.
"Some things change," he said quietly, copying Arthur's reply from earlier. "I had to be sure you know you deserve the pampering. And then some." Alfred then cupped the back of Arthur's neck with his hand and using his thumb to softly brush it in a circular motion.
The smaller blond closed his eyes and shivered as his neck leaned to the side so his lover could get better access to it.
The American happily obliged, leaning in once more, capturing Arthur's neck with his lips and teeth.
"Nh, damn you and your hot mum," the Brit joked breathlessly.
Alfred pulled away, seeing a little mark he left on Arthur before kissing it. "Better dig in before I decide to take you here," he whispered.
"No fair. I can't take on both you and my Eccles cake."
Another joke. Arthur was on a roll today.
Alfred snickered before kissing Arthur's temple and pulling away. "Eat up, smart ass," he teased as he walked to his chair.
The Brit grinned and watched the American be seated before grabbing his fork and attacked his roast on the plate.
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As the Brit had expected, dinner was phenomenal. Each dish was perfect, and Arthur enjoyed each and every bite. Both blonds were full as ticks, but of course, a case of beer wasn't going to slow them down. They weren't far along gone just yet, but they were hammered enough to tell each other crappy jokes, play footsie underneath the table, and toss half eaten eccles cakes at each other. Neither was sure who started the semi-food fight, but neither cared. The war soon continued with the taller blond chasing the smaller one down the hallway to the bedroom. Arthur tripped and fell to the floor which made a loud thud, loud enough for his downstairs neighbors to hear. The Brit's chaser tripped on the Brit's black sock covered feet and fell right on top of him with a second thud. The air was knocked out of the shorter blond from that blow, but he continued to laugh with the larger man. Calling it a truce, both went for each other's hot mouths, not caring whose tongue should be in whose mouth or calling the shots. They were hot and horny, full and wanted to fuck. Both men's groins were tingling... but not just from being in the mood.
"Fuck," the Brit grunted in Alfred's mouth before pulling away. "Let me take a whizz."
"Okay," the American murmured before pulling away and stood. He helped Arthur up.
While the Brit was being helped off the floor, he didn't notice the evil grin on his lover's face. Before he knew it, he was pushed roughly, stumbling backwards, with the bed breaking his fall. He bounced along with the mattress, baffled on what happened. He sat up and watched his tall and tipsy blond turning away with a snicker.
"Dibs!" the American shouted with his annoying laugh. He ran out the bedroom and into the bathroom, shutting the door.
"H-hey!" the Brit cried. "You sneaky bastard."
"Love you!" Alfred's voice muffled behind the door, followed by loud liquid sounds pouring in water.
Arthur frowned and sat up from the bed. He then blushed and smiled softly.
"I love you too," he whispered so the younger blond couldn't hear. He hopped off the bed and paced in his room to wait for his turn. "Hurry up, wanker," he called from across the room.
"Almost done, pumpkin," the American replied with a chuckle.
The Brit grunted and turned back to his bed. He saw one of Alfred's luggage there. Feeling naughty, he decided to rummage through it and find something to humiliate the American and get his pay back. He plopped on his bed and quietly began unzipping the bag all the way. Arthur kept looking across the hallway to see if the coase was clear. He carefully opened the flap and dug through Alfred's things, but he didn't get too far when he came across something that was so astounding to Arthur, he though he felt a tear run down his face.
"Monty..." he began, but was too overwhelm to say it out loud.
"Huh?" Alfred cried. The flushing of the toilet was heard.
The Brit turned to the door, pulling out the item, which appeared to be a DVD box set.
"You love Flying Circus?" he finally asked.
"Psh, duh. Who doesn't?"
Arthur turned back to the luggage pulling out another box set. "Do you have the whole set?"
"Yeah, but I only brought my top favorite ones." The American replied, washing his hands. "I thought we could watch them later."
"But I thought you were into that... that Japanese cartoon and 80's cartoons... and porn."
The American laughed out, but the Brit continued looking through the bag. He then pulled out a DVD that was still in the wrapper.
"The Holy Grail," he murmured.
"That one was fucking hard to find," Alfred said, finally coming out the bathroom, but without wearing his shirt. He walked over to the bed and sat next to the jaw dropping Brit going over his collections. He grinned, placing a hand on Arthur's thigh, brushing it warmly, and placing a kiss on his shoulder before resting his chin on it.
"The 'Spanish Inquisition' skit, 'Spam,' 'Reenactment of Pearl Harbor', 'Ministry of Silly Walks,' the 'World's Funniest Joke,'" Arthur was reading out loud in the back of the DVD case. "These are my favorites. This show was genius."
"I don't care what anyone says," the taller blond said with a grin. "I'd bang John Cleese."
"I fucking would too!" the Brit agreed, his voice shrieked slightly. "He's god!"
Before Arthur realized it... he was falling in love with Alfred even more.
I guess we have a lot more in common than I thought.
He then pulled out another DVD.
"'Where the Wild Things Are.'"
Alfred chuckled wrapping his arms around the Brit's waist. "It's actually my second copy," he said. "The first one was scratched like hell because I played it so many times."
Arthur smiled looking down at the cover. "This was one of my favorite stories mum read to me when I was a child," he murmured.
Alfred pulled the Brit closer to him. "Mine too," he said, with a soft chuckle. "Mom would always let me say the last part."
The Brit lowered the DVD, looking up at the ceiling, reminiscing.
"'And it was still hot,'" both blonds murmured in unison.
The Brit smiled, placing a hand on Alfred's, feeling him embracing him much closer. It was funny how their moment went from sexual mood to childhood memories and bonding. Arthur didn't mind. He would let no one catch him get emotional but Alfred and Alfred only. This was a sacred bond between them he was willing to share and more to come.
The American placed his cheek against Arthur's back, staring off in thought. "I still have the book," the American said.
"Yes, so do I," the Brit said, nodding.
"I dropped a piece of chicken on one of the pages and the grease bleed through other pages."
"Mine is so old, both the front and back covers are missing."
"Heh, yeah..."
Arthur sighed and placed the DVDs back where he found them. "We can watch them later tonight or early in the morning with breakfast," he requested. "My treat."
The American sighed also before kissing the shorter blond's shoulder again.
Arthur winced and squirmed slightly, feeling his tingly sensation in his groin again. He tried pulling away from Alfred's hold. "Alfred. I have to use the lavatory."
Alfred was silent, holding the Brit for dear life.
Arthur, concerned, turned to his shoulder, squeezing the American's arms gently.
"Love... I'm just going to the bathroom. Are you alright?"
The taller blond loosen his grip on his boyfriend. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'm cool."
The Brit just sat quietly with his lover's arms still wrapped loosely around him. He had to pee badly, but he wanted to see if the young blond would make some kind of reaction. It felt to Arthur that the young man wanted to say something, but it also felt hesitant.
This strange tension. Alfred suddenly going all quiet. This happened before.
Was it something I said?
"Git?" the Brit whispered, squeezing the younger man's arms tighter.
Alfred then chuckled, nudging Arthur.
"Hey, don't piss on me. I have strange fetishes, but that's not one of them."(*)
The Brit stared at him, worriedly. He then played it off by huffing before standing. "Wanker," he muttered.
Alfred smiled, taking Arthur's hand and kissed it. "Hurry back."
The Brit turned back to him, placing a soft kiss on his temple. "I will," he whispered before releasing his lover and rushed to the bathroom. He barely made it.
Alfred grinned, hearing the Brit muffled behind the door a long sigh of relief followed by a whiney, "Oh, blimey! I need to get toilet paper. What if I have to make a boom-boom later?"(*)
The taller blond turned back to his luggage, looking down at the 'Where the Wild Things Are' DVD. He turned away, staring blankly at the floor. "I still can't believe I came back here," he murmured to himself. "Guess I have you to thank, huh..."
-"You should watch it with your friend sometime. I'm sure he'll love it."-
-"...I thought we already discussed this."-
-"What? The story is made for children of all ages. Young and old. There's nothing to be embarrassed ab-"-
-"Don't act clueless. You know what I'm talking about..."-
-"Hm... let me see... what were we discussing abo-Ah, yes! That. Well, dear, there really wasn't much talking, now was there? The only thing that left your lips were, 'I'm staying.' You never particularly said how long."-
-"Jen, I'm not going b-"-
-"Yes... you are. I already have your things packed."-
-"No, I'm not. I'm staying... as in forever."-
-"Ah, so he finally knows this now? Now, he doesn't have to get his hopes up, waiting for you to walk through his door with open arms. Splendid!"-
-"...I-I was gonna call him this week."-
-"Just like you said the week before... and the week before that. And before that! Don't give me that poppycock, Alfred. I've seen how you stare out blankly with hearts in your eyes. It's been four months, and you can't tell me that there hasn't been a single day you haven't been thinking about this Arthur person!"-
-"I don't want to talk abou-"
-"Because I know you miss him. ...well, do you?"-
-"...I do."-
-"Then why don't you go see him?"-
-"Jen... what if..."
-"Come back in a few days. A week. Hell, a mon-."-
-"Three days."-
-"Four. And that's my final offer, Mr. Jones."-
-"...okay. Four days."-
-"Great! Now hand me my laptop so I can order the flight tickets."-
Alfred sighed and took the flap, closing the luggage, and zipping it shut. He placed a hand on top of the closed bag.
Hang on just a little longer.
The American turned to the hallway after hearing the toilet flushing faintly behind the bathroom door. He stood from the bed and took off his glasses, placed them on Arthur's night stand, and quietly walked out the bedroom.
Arthur twist on the hot knob of the faucet before reaching for the antibacterial hand soap. With two pumps he began lathering his hands. The whole time in the bathroom, the short man kept playing back in his head on when Alfred's mood suddenly changed. He stared at himself in the mirror while scrubbing his knuckles.
He got quiet after we talked about that book. That's got to be it. But why? Come to think of it, he doesn't talk about his family that much, other than his brother Matt. I wonder if he had a rough childhood. I fear if I ask him, he'll get upset. I suppose I can talk to him about it when he's in a better mood.
-click-
The Brit jumped slightly, hearing the door crack opened. His heart fluttered, but he relaxed, seeing it was only Alfred stepping inside. He watched the taller blond looking down at the floor, and quietly closing the door behind him. The Brit grew nervous again from the awkward silence.
"Um," Arthur stammered, carefully placing his foamy hands in the hot, running water. "I'm almost finished, love. Do you... have to go again?"
The taller blond spoke not a word, as he walked over to the Brit. He wrapped his arms around his waist from the side and kissed him roughly before Arthur had a chance to ask what was wrong.
The Brit didn't argue and roughly kissed back, placing his wet hands on Alfred's bare shoulders. With the water still running full blast, hot steam formed, fogging the mirror as their make out session. Tongues brushed against each other, teeth clashing, saliva running down one's chin. One's hardness pressed against the other. Arthur forgot what he was thinking about moments ago. His bloodstream went from his head to his crotch.
"Sexing time, Arthur," the Englishman's crotch might would have said. "Off with the pants."
The Brit's damp hands automatically went for the American's belt buckle, unfastening them in a swift move. He twisted and tugged on Alfred's pants button until the button finally gave out and popped loose. It was heard hitting the floor, and rolling across the room until it bumped against the tub. The zipper was the next to go, and Arthur in mid-kiss shivered with excitement, knowing what was to come next. His curious and naughty wet hand tugged out his lover's briefs while the other hand invited himself inside until he came across a warm and throbbing friend. He gently grasped it and made it come out in the cool air. Alfred moaned in his mouth as his length pulsed in Arthur's hand.
The eager Englishman broke the kiss halfway. "You alright?" he breathed, slowly moving his arm.
Alfred panted looking down his lover with half closed eyes. He took a hold of the Brit's button down shirt.
The Brit blinked. "N-not again," he panted. "Alfred, I just bought-"
But it was too late. Like a wild bear, the taller blond ripped opened his shirt, and buttons flew. The shorter blond hissed as one of the buttons struck his face. His frowning face later turned alarmed as he was forced to face the half fogged mirror. He still managed to hold on to his lover's stiffness and continued to caress it.
Alfred pressed himself on the Brit from behind, reaching around to unfasten his remaining grass stained slacks. The shorter blond took his free hand and helped his partner slip both pants and underwear pass his hips, landing over his ankles. The taller blond reached over and turned the cold water knob slightly before he damped his hand. Bringing it back behind Arthur he grabbed one of the Brit's cheeks and spread it. He took his wet finger, and without warning, inserted it inside. He felt the small man stiffen and grunt from the process.
"Blimey," the Brit hissed, feeling weak to his knees by just that one finger in him.
Alfred began moving the finger and tried distracting the Brit, by soothing him with butterfly kisses from his exposed shoulder up to his neck. He then nuzzled his neck while looking up at his lover's reflection in the mirror. Arthur's expression was relaxed, filled with pleasure, and concentration, and his panting increased. The American also noticed both his arms were moving: one for Alfred's length, and the other for his own. He slowly inserted a second finger, wanting to see how the Brit would react.
The shorter blond's back arched, letting out a loud moan. He was going to blow at any second if this git didn't stop teasing him. It had been so damn long for Arthur. Spending lonely nights jerking off in the sheets while listening to Alfred whisper dirty things over the phone wasn't enough. He didn't care if it was going to hurt like hell. He wanted to feel Alfred in him again. The Brit opened his eyes, seeing Alfred staring dead at him in the mirror with love, lust, passion, and hunger in his eyes. And it pissed the Englishman off because the git wasn't doing anything about it.
"Alfred," he whimpered, "what the fuck are you waiting for?"
The taller blond pressed his lips on the impatient man's neck before pulling out his fingers. He reached over to wet his hand in the running water once more. He made the Brit move his hand away from his length and took over, lubricating himself. He turned back to their reflection before gently nibbling his lover's ear.
"I'm waiting for you, Arty," the American breathed. "Just say it, and you can have me."
The Brit grunted angrily, pushing his bare ass back against Alfred. "I already have you, wanker. All you bloody gotta do is put it in. Bloody pound me! Make it hurt! Fucking rape me for fuck's sake!"
Arthur's mother would always say to him: "Be careful what you wish for" or "Look before you leap" ...or mostly "Don't shave those, sweetie. They'll only grow back thicker!" Those were three lessons Arthur still neglected to learn to this day.
After hearing those commands, Alfred's body was in control. His blood boiled hotter than lava. It was moments away from erupting, and he knew the exact place where to put it. The younger blond grabbed Arthur's hips and took aim.
"I suggest you hold tight then... and pray you survive this," he murmured.
Maybe this would be the day the Brit would learn one of those lessons...
Ignoring his surroundings, and not giving his partner time to prepare himself, Alfred, in every fiber of his being inserted himself in Arthur hard, sharply, and abruptly. He was too out of it to hear the surprised cry of his lover as he paused to savor his first thrust in four months. The young "pitcher" sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. He remembered his lover's tightness, the welcoming warmth. He remembered the odd wall that would occasionally stop him halfway, and he had to angle himself just right until Arthur fully engulfed him, completely until his two oval glands brushed against the Brit's cheeks. He missed this. Longed for it. It was like he achieved his first victory. Like taking in the first day of Spring air and sun, and the sweet smell of honeysuckles that grew all across the fence. This had to be what heaven felt like.
"...fuck."
Paradise. Sweet paradise.
Arthur let out his first heart wrenching cry in four months, knocking his cologne, electric razor, deodorant, and other items off the counter and onto the floor as he was violently forced toward the mirror. He managed to plant his hands on the wall before his forehead could collide against his alternate imaged self and kept from getting blood lost and stitches. He was automatically remembering his lover's amazing length, the familiar burning, and the sharp pressure that made his eyes roll in the back of his head, filled with a bright light of pain and pleasure all bind into one, and he confusingly loved it so much he was desperate for more. The Brit placed his cheek against the damp mirror, panting hard. It felt like they just finished, but it was far from over. He waited desperately for the next thrust.
"Move, Alfred," he whimpered.
The younger blond thought he would release if he even pulled out just an inch. Waiting a few seconds and hearing his partner moan impatiently, he slowly pulled out halfway and pushed in again harder. He looked up at the Brit when he heard him let out another surprised cry.
"C... come on," the shorter blond begged hoarsely. "Is that the best you've got?"
Alfred silenced him with another hard thrust and repeated again, and again. Soon, the younger blond was giving his partner who was trying to keep up harsh thrust. Seeing Arthur drenched in sweat, crying from the top of his lungs, mouth agape in pleasure, and either begging for more or begging for no more drove Alfred over the edge. He kept going, wanting to see more, wanting to see how Arthur would respond next.
Arthur was on fire, ass and all. He could stand how the thrusting was making his crotch brush uncomfortably against the edge of the counter, but the git's fast pounding was making his stomach turn. He had too much eccles cake.
"W-wait, stop..." the Brit begged feeling, queasy, "t-too fast... I'll..."
Then the bright light of pain and pleasure emerged.
"I'll... fucking wring your blooming neck if you stop, git..."
Alfred's mom once told him: "There's always light at the end of the tunnel."
The American was minutes away from climaxing. He circled his arms around the Brit and took a hold of him, making sure he wouldn't go out alone.
A whine escaped Arthur's lips and he grabbed his boyfriend's fast pace hand. "H-hold on," he pleaded.
Alfred smiled, kissing the back of the Brit's damp hair. "Sorry," he whispered. "I'm gonna blow..."
"B-but I'm still... nh! Not yet... god... please, Alfred!"
Alfred turned to the mirror and reached out, wiping away the fog to see his lover's face. He whispered soothing words in his ear as he increased his speed both inside Arthur and his fist.
"Come on," the American panted. "Let me see."
Arthur squirmed, jolted, feeling the sensation rushed from his stomach to his groin. It was too soon, but he couldn't hold it any longer. He was going to explode. Feeling Alfred brushing himself against his spot one more time and feeling that familiar hot liquid in him did the damage as he fell back on the taller blond, ached his pelvis as far as he could, shouted a cuss word, and released hard on the running faucet.
The dominating man paused long enough to see the Englishman's climaxed face in the mirror before he grunted and came once more. The two males were quiet except for their panting along with the running water. Alfred tiredly leaned on the trembling Brit, letting out a satisfied chuckle.
"Worth the wait," he breathed.
Arthur's hands slid off the wall, landing on the wet counter. He didn't care if the wetness was from him or the water. He was too spent and relieved to care right now. He missed feeling like this. Having sex after a long day was the Brit's new calling and a good stress reliever. He didn't know how he was going to survive when the git flight leaves in a few days.
"Mh," the Brit finally answered. "I guess this is why dessert comes last." Arthur trembled some more, feeling his legs giving out on him as he shifted, and having the heavy man on top of him wasn't helping any.
The taller blond felt the Englishman slipping and he held him up. The Brit turned his body around to circle his arms around the git's shoulders and rest his head on his chest. Alfred smiled warmly before kissing the top of his head.
"Hey, you hungry?" he asked.
The Brit opened one eye and lifted a bushy brow. "You've got to be kidding me," he murmured.
Alfred grinned. "Nope. I actually bought some 'Sock it to me' cake at the store, and I'm dying to tear into it."
Arthur looked up at his now starved boyfriend. "You've already tore into me, and now you want more food?"
"Yep!"
The Brit pressed his forehead into Alfred's chest, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're unbelievable, wanker."
"I know, I know! I'm awesome! Wouldn't you believe I got the last one? I'm a true hero!"(*)
Arthur looked back up at him. He plucked him directly in the forehead. "You're a true nitwit is what you are," he teased. "But I love you just the same."
Alfred smiled as he leaned forward. "And I love cake," he teased back before giving his frowning Brit a deep kiss. He pulled away and laughed out, feeling Arthur pinching his ass hard. "Ah! Okay! I love you too! I love you too!"
"That's what I thought you bloody said."
I was feeling a little nervous about posting this chapter. Why? I dunno. I'm not really sure how strict these fanfic guys are about the M ratings of sex content, but it's not like me and other writers haven't posted them before. I'm sure there are fics out there that are WAY more graphic than mine. Guess we'll find out in the later reviews and "death threats"... I might post the future super juicy-ness in My Journal account thing just in case. Though I need to remember my password. Haha!
My beta gurl Sarah pointed out about the argument between Alfred and the mysterious caller being out of the blue and, well, a tad bit confusing. She suggested that I should let the audience know a little more about the relationship between the two. Well... the thing is, I didn't wanna get too far into detail on who this person is yet and why Alfred seem to can't stand them. I tried adding a little more stuff to it, but it's probably still making ya'll go WTFITS.
~*sings* Star struck~
1. "Mh... heh, hey-mm..." -kiss- "Arty, w-" -kiss- "Mmmm... have mercy." (*) (okay, if I'm like the only person who's familiar with the show Full House, then I must be really old. "Have mercy" was actually a catchphrase from one of the main protagonist named Jessie in the show, a handsome biker boy, a lead guitarist and lead singer of a rock band, and who was also obsessed with his hair lol. Whenever he kisses his girlfriend Rebecca, he would always blurt out "have mercy." xD
2. The Brit turned to the American, wrapping his arms around his neck once again. "Is it a retarded idea to sneak out of a boring office meeting wearing tap shoes?"(*) he joked. (This was actually a question asked by that GEICO announcer(but he said "bad idea" not "retarded" cuz only Arthur would say that lol), but I think it's only played on the radio. I've never seen it aired on tv. Funny ass commercial though.)
3. "Hey, don't piss on me. I have strange fetishes, but that's not one of them."(*) (come on... this gotta sound familiar to you all. 'Piss on me'? Duh, winning!)
4. "Oh, blimey! I need to get toilet paper. What if I have to make a boom-boom later?"(*) (I'll give a shout out to the lucky person in the next chapter if they can guess where I got the term "BOOM-BOOM")
...damn these are a lot of stars... okay, I think this is the last one:
5. I know, I know! I'm awesome! Wouldn't you believe I got the last one? I'm a true hero!"(*) (lol hey! He was bound to say it sooner or later. He is America after all!)
P.S. sorry it too so long to post this. I kept getting that "Type 2 Fanfic Error" thing on my dad's computer. But later today, I found out ALL the fanfic authors were having the same 'Type 2' problem. So if you guys ever get to read this chapter and message then that means the problem is "fixed". For the other authors who are a little stumped on how to upload/edit your stories because of that stupid 'Type 2 Error', hit me up and I'll tell you a secret, ONLY if you promise to spread the word to the others! ;p
(Thanks, Cherie)
Stay tuned and be safe!
-Hoggy
