HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! HERE'S YOUR PRESENT ALFRED!

The first thing Arthur noticed when he woke up was the fact that he was damp and sticky all over, the second thing was that he could feel the warmth of another person right behind him as well as a large warm hand on his hip.

The memories of the night before flooded back into Arthur's mind making his face flush and his morning wood press uncomfortably against the mattress.

'He and Alfred... how could he... why didn't he...?' Arthur couldn't even finish his own thoughts as a million thing buzzed trough Arthur's mind, the one most vivid being: when will we be doing it again?

He repeated the events of the late afternoon and evening in his mind, Alfred's wandering hands, he sweet moans, the way his rock hard florida pressed against his... No, now was not the time.

First things first, Arthur didn't want Alfred to wake up to him being a panting needy masturbating mess. He had that much pride left. On top of that, he was dirty, sticky ,and sweaty and it bothered him.

He got out of Alfred's grasp without waking him up and went to take a quick shower. Forcing his his erection to quickly go limp.

He turned the water on and waited for the water to get warm before hoping in and reaching for the shampoo. He washed his hair and went for the liquid soap, scrubbing off all physical evidence of the night before. He turned the water but still felt something warm trickle down his thigh.

He looked down and saw a bit of Alfred's essence was leaking out of his heavily abused hole and he felt blood rush into his bigben for the second time that morning.

'a little couldn't hurt right?' Arthur thought to himself. 'I need to get rid of this now.'

the turned the water back on and turned up the temperature. He snaked his hand in between his legs and pressed one finger against his entrance. He mewled quietly, it felt a little painful, why did Alfred have to rush trough foreplay like that?

"AH" none of that mattered right now. All that mattered at that moment was his throbbing erection and his leaking twitching hole.

He pressed the finger in and used his free hand to stroke his rock hard vital regions.

He felt the cum run over the digit he was fingering himself with and wash away with the hot water that was hitting him.

He found it hard to find his release and tried to push the single digit in deeper, adding a second in a vain attempt to reach his own prostate. He thought of the places where alfred had touched him and the sweet things he'd said.

He finally found his release, moaning out Alfred's name as he tumbled over the edge.

He rinsed himself and turned the water off. He quickly dried himself off, still unable to banish Alfred from his thoughts.

Despite having climaxed just minutes ago Arthur knew London wouldn't calm down until he'd get the sunshine state shoved up where the sun don't shine.

'dear god let him wake up soon!" Arthur thought to himself.

sorry, short chapter.

I'm thinking of letting Artie cosplay as a pirate ^_^

please review to tell me what you think! (your grammar sucks and what took you so long are also legitimate comments. I really want reviews)