Amuse Me

Arthur swallowed hard as he gazed at the man before him, trying his best to keep the heat he felt forming in his cheeks back.

He's gorgeous! Arthur thought as he sailed in every detail of the stranger's body.

To Arthur he was fairly tall, around five ten, his golden blonde hair causing his sky blue eyes to pop out brightly behind his black framed glasses. He had a small tuft of a lock that stuck up from the part of his slightly messy hair, which Arthur found quite cute as he glanced at it. He found his eyes traveling down slowly, not being able to help his eyes from exploring the body before him. He had cut his blue uniform top so that now it was a type of muscle shirt, but the cuts went down low so that the tan sides of his sun kissed skin could be seen plain as day. He wore a pair or tight fitting black jeans that gathered and bunched at his ankles, and was sporting a pair of red converse that he had obviously had for a few years due to the wear and tear of them.

"Arthur, this is Alfred; he's going to be your training you." Mr. Honda spoke, but didn't manage in pulling any of Arthur's attention away from the man presented to him.

Arthur's gaze moved back up to Alfred's face, giving him a light smile. "Yup, that's my name! Alfred Jones, if you want to know the whole thing. "Alfred shrugged as he flashed a toothy white smile down at Arthur, holding his hand out the Englishman sitting before him.

"Arthur Kirkland. Charmed, I'm sure." Arthur returned the smile as he let his hand slip into Alfred's, almost letting a small noise pass his lips as the blonde haired babe tightened his grip, moving their hands up and down quickly in a friendly shake. Arthur let his eyes wonder once more, this time up the length of Alfred's arm, instantly taking note of how toned they were, how the muscles moved under the skin as their hands moved together.

Oh, sweet God, thank you. Arthur bit his bottom lip gently as he let his mind wander to places it only ventured to late at night when he felt lonely. He could just imagine those strong arms wrapping around him, holding his body up firmly against the nearest wall without any chance of release. That light cheery voice becoming husky and dark as it whispered dirty, sensual nothing's deep into his ear, making him shiver and tingly all over from his head to the very tips of his toes. Warm breath brushing against his ear. Those blonde locks becoming tangled in the firm grasp of his fingers, never showing any sign of letting go or loosening their hold for even a brief second. He could almost feel those plump lips pressing desperately and heatedly against his own; that hot tan skin mingling with his in a storm of loud, moaning, sweaty hot passionate-

"Hey, are you okay?" Alfred pulled his hand away from the needy grip of his new trainee, cocking his head to the side as he looked at him. Arthur blinked before letting out a soft 'oh' of embarrassment, nodding. "Yes, I'm fine, I just got lost in my thoughts is all."

Mr. Honda nodded, clearing his throat. "Arthur, what were you saying before Alfred come in? Something about not liking your job position or-" "No!" Arthur moved to grab his shirts and press then to his chest as he interrupted his new boss, standing suddenly. "No complaints! I was just saying that this wasn't what I thought it would be at all... I-it's much better! Yes, it's much more... Um..." Arthur struggled to bring the right words to surface. "Brilliant!"

Mr. Honda furrowed his brow slightly, repeating Arthur. "Brilliant?"

Arthur nodded, happy to have come up with something quickly even if it didn't make as much sense as he wished. "Yes, exactly!" Mr. Honda seemed to be thinking, trying to figure out if this was what Arthur really meant in the first place, but shook his head as he pushed the thought away; knowing he had better things to do. "Anyways, like I said before Alfred will be showing you your way around."Mr. Honda looked to the person he spoke of.

Alfred was smiling widely at Arthur. "You're British aren't you?! Oh, that's so freakin awesome, I love British accents! It's about time we got somewhere here that I can actually understand what they are saying. All of the other ethnic people that work here speak another language and say things I can't understand what the hell it is!"

Arthur blinked up as him yet again, smiling gently, finding the comment slightly amusing. "Is that so?"

Mr. Honda let out a light sigh as he shook his head, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his fingertips. "Be good, okay? I would like to keep Arthur here around; it's very hard to find people like him that will take a job such as this." His tone was soft, hinting at his embarrassment from his employee's statement.

Alfred waved his hand at Mr. Honda dismissively, letting out soft snort. "Come on, you don't have to worry about a thing. I've got this in the bag; this isn't my first rodeo, Kiku." Alfred turned to Arthur, clapping his hands together. "Okay, let's get a move on then, huh? See ya around Kiku! If you need anything you can radio me up." He gave a wave as he turned on his heel and made his way out. "Come on Arthur, we have a lot to do!"

Giving a curt nod to Mr. Honda as he followed Alfred out of the office, Arthur beamed silently to himself. He was almost giddy with his current situation. Things really seemed to have taken a sudden turn for the better with this little introduction.

Arthur was more on the proper side of life, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit promiscuous. He wasn't as flirty as he had been a year or two ago, though he knew when he found someone attractive and he wanted them; it had been a while since he had hooked up with someone anyways. He had just met Alfred and already he couldn't imagine thinking of a time when that perfect figure wasn't exactly replicated in his mind. Arthur was also figured that being his he was, he could get this young man to fall for him in a matter of days, so he wouldn't have to put in much effort now. He would learn how to do his job properly, and then take a shot at the dashing American.

"Don't let us forget to you changed into your shirt, no one will know that you work here now if you don't wear the uniform!" Alfred looked back to Arthur as he opened the front door leading out of the building; giving a quick greeting to the secretary who gave a short happy reply in return.

Arthur nodded, waiting for Alfred outside of the building, trying his best to keep his mind strictly on learning how to do his job. "Is there a bathroom anywhere that I could change into it?" Alfred gave Arthur a confused look as he joined him, scrunching up his nose at the question. "The bathroom? Why don't you just switch 'em out here? No one will care, since we had a water park now people can have their shirts off in the park. Besides, we have things to do! First we should probably... Let me see just think here for a sec..." He scratched the back if his head as he thought in which way he should go about things.

Arthur gazed down at the shirts in his hands. "Ah, I suppose you're right about that." He chose the green one on the top, setting the rest carefully in the tips of his shoes so as to not get them dirty by touching the ground. With the green garment in hand, he gripped the hem if the shirt he currently had on and pulled it over his head, tucking his uniform under his arm as he processed to fold the one he had just removed. Good thing I decided to wear a wife beater today, that would've been a bit awkward if I hadn't. He smiled gently to himself as he set the old shirt atop of the ones resting on his feet, pulling the one in hand on.

Alfred shoved his hands in his pocket, letting out a light sound of happiness. "Ah! It looks good on you, that's great!" Arthur looked up, giving him a light smile as he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, happy to receive such a compliment. "Why wouldn't it?" He asked with a slight chuckle in his tone, unconsciously trying to come off as cute. "Well," Alfred began to speak as he walked, Arthur following close to him. "We just changed the logo of the park, so we had to get everyone a new uniform top. We went to a shirt maker, but they fucked them up and the shirts didn't fit anyone. Kiku was pretty upset, but we got it all figured out. So it's no biggy." He shrugged, that smile still painted sweetly on his lips. Arthur wondered if he ever didn't smile, he hadn't seen him not do so yet.

"Why do you call him that?" Arthur asked, curious. Alfred laughed loudly, moving a hand from his pocket to push his glasses back onto his face. "You mean Kiku? That's his name, duh! I just don't like saying Mr. this, Mr. That. It's just not the way I roll. Some people just call him by his name too, but not when they are around him. I don't think it's that of a big deal. It must not be, since I'm still working here, huh?" He moved a hand to tap Arthur in the shoulder gently with his fist.

Arthur rubbed the place that had been touched, the skin feeling white hot to him due to the contact. "I suppose you're right." Arthur hadn't bothered with even asking Mr. Honda what his first name was, it seemed rude, and for some reason the name 'Kiku' didn't seem to suit the man. Arthur decided that when around Kiku he would say Mr. Honda, just in case. He didn't want to lose the only job that he had managed to get after looking around for such a long time.

He was startled once again that day when Alfred clapped his hand together loudly. "Oh, of course! First thing we should do is get you clocked in! Don't want you to work without getting paid, do we? We can get a locker set up for you too, so you don't have to carry those things all over the park for the day."

Arthur wasn't sure how to reply to most if the things Alfred said to him, but he also didn't want to make an idiot of himself when they had just met, so he gave a simple nod.

Alfred lead him back up to the front of the park and to a small brick building with a green metal roof wand a blue door that read 'Employees Only'. He pushed it open for Arthur who made his way in to be greeted with a room filled with red lockers, all filled with an array of odds and ends that belonged to the employees of the park. There was a pair of benches side by side in the center of the room, but besides that the only other thing was another door leading to a different room. Alfred motioned his hand for Arthur to follow him as he made his way to said door.

"This is the lounge that we can hang in, but no one ever really uses it, it's just a lot more fun to be outside and stuff." He flicked the light on, illuminating the lounge. There were three tables in the room which were surrounded by a set of five blue chairs each; a seemingly comfortable couch sat on either side of the room, there was a shelf that had an array of things on it ranging from board games to books, and against the back wall there were three vending machines, two of them holding foods while the one in the middle held beverages.

"Okay, so now we just have to get you clocked in. Kiku told me earlier that he had a card made up for you, let's see..." Alfred made his way over to the left side of the room, where a small digital device sat mounted on the wall. Next to it was a long black shelf that was full of small slots, each holding a stiff white card with a name printed on it. Alfred ran his finger down the side of it, reading each name on every card until he arrived at the one he was searching for. "Here we go! Your card!" He pulled it from his slot and showed it to Arthur. "You only need this to clock in and out, and it stays here in its slot when you're not here. It's pretty simple- I'll show you!"

Alfred pulled his own card from its slot and gestured to the wall console. "Okay, this is what we call the clock. All you need to do, is press this button here..." He pressed his finger to a small green button that read ' Sign in' on the left side of the machine. The screen turned on, and displayed the words 'SCAN CARD'. " So, now all you have to do is press the back of it, that's the part that doesn't have your name on it, and put it right against this little silver nub here..." He did so, and the counsel let out a small stream of beeps before the words ' ALREADY CLOCKED IN' appeared.

"So this is showing up because I'm clocked in already. I do the same exact thing when I want to clock out, except I press the 'clock out' button instead." He repeated the same process, except he presses the button that read 'Sign out'. The counsel beeped again before spitting a small slip of paper out of its top. Alfred proceeded to grab it and show it to Arthur, who moved close in order to listen. "You get this every time you clock out, but it just has the date, your name, when you clocked in for that day and when you clocked out. It also tells you how many hours you've worked that day, and how many you've worked for the week. Got me?"

Arthur nodded as Alfred pointed to everything he described. It was simple enough, similar to other systems he had used to clock in, but more convenient.

"Now you give it a try!" Alfred smiled as he handed Arthur's card to him before clocking back in, shoving the small slip of paper into his back pocket. Arthur proceeded to do as Alfred showed him, putting his card back into his slot once he was done. "Seems simple enough. Do I get my locker now, then?"

Alfred nodded, showing Arthur out of the lounge and into the room filled with lockers. "You can just pick any one out; we don't really have a sign in sheet or whatever. People just figure out what belongs to who. Mine's right here!" He patted his hand against the locker that belongs to him. Arthur tried to examine the contents of the locker to no avail, seeing that it was riddled with all sorts of nonsense, which were mostly dirty clothes.

"I think I'll just take this one." Arthur opened the locker just above Alfred's, putting the neatly folded clothes inside. "And no one will take my things, will they...?" He looked to Alfred with a hint of concern on his face. Alfred just shook his head with a chuckle. "No, it's just work shirts! Everyone has some. No one will bother with that stuff. But you need to get a lock for when you want to put your phone and other shit in there." He reassured Arthur, turning towards the door on his heel.

"Time to show you around!"

Arthur kept close to Alfred as the blonde carried on showing him not just around the gaming section of the park, but the whole grounds. At first, Arthur figured he was only going to show him the area that he was going to be working in, which he did. He showed him every game, every part of it, even how some of them were slightly rigged so that it would be harder for people to win prizes. Alfred thought it was all very clever; Arthur didn't agree with it at all, complaining and insisting that everything should be fair even after Alfred told him to shut up about it and had moved to a completely different part of the park. Before he knew it, Arthur was being shown every part of each ride in the park ranging from a large roller coaster- which made his stomach upset from seeing just how high it went, to a child's ride that consisted of small carts that looked like lady bugs going over small hills. Alfred had asked Arthur if he had wanted to take a spin on the ride, and he had simply passed it off as him trying to be cute, letting out a small laugh as he turned to continue in their tour. Once he found that Alfred hadn't followed him, he turned around to see the blonde yank sitting in one if the carts, his legs sticking out awkwardly. Arthur struggled not laugh aloud, turning his hand away and covering his mouth as Alfred threw an arm in the air and treated the ride as if it were a rodeo.

"Bloody idiot!" Arthur managed to cough out as Alfred joined him again snickering at himself softly. He then showed him to the water themed area. He explained to Arthur that they wouldn't ever have to worry about this part of the park, since they mostly hired people to specially work there, so the time they spent there was short and mostly consisted of Alfred explaining which rides were his favorite. "We can get free entry to any of the rides when we aren't busy, or if we just want to come when we aren't working. We also get fifty percent off all the food here, which is pretty fucking great because it's cheap anyway! Sure, it's not the best, but it's whatever, you know? It tastes great!" Arthur let out a huff at this, not being very fond of fatty foods.

Alfred replied to this by getting him a basket of fish and chips from one if the stands, which took his mind off the matter.

After Arthur had eaten his fill, Alfred showed him the last of the park which was mainly a large storage warehouse that held all sorts of different supplies for the rides, games, Water Park, as well as cleaning supplies. Alfred lead him to the gaming area, and opened a door to show Arthur a room filled from top to bottom with all sorts if stuffed animals and prizes, ranging from plastic dinosaurs to acoustic guitars.

Arthur made his way over to a particularly large stuffed shark, looking down at it in awe. "Do people actually win things like these? Out of all the games you've showed me I can't imagine what you could do to warrant someone winning something of this size! I mean, you'd have to be barmy to give something like this away!"

As he turned back to Alfred, he found the young man giving him an odd look as if he'd just spoke Chinese. "Why are you looking at me that way? Oh, you probably don't know what that means, I'm guessing?" He was replied to with a shake of his head. "I'm really bad with the whole British slang thing; I have no idea what the hell you just said."

Arthur chuckled under his breath, looking back to the stuffed animal. "It means mad, or crazy. As in you would have to be absolutely crazy to do it." He leaned down and patted the head of the shark. "Give it away, I mean..."

"Ooh, that makes sense, now that I hear it like that!" Alfred moved close to him, plopping down onto the animal, and leaned back against the ones that lied behind it. "Sometimes we come here to take a nap if we have some down time, since it's so warm and cozy in here and stuff... Ya know?"

Arthur raised a brow at Alfred. "And Mr. Honda doesn't mind that all his employees nap on the clock?" He scoffed. "I find that hard to believe."

"No, no! It's not like we all do it all the time! It's only a few of us, and plus Kiku doesn't know about it anyhow!" He threw his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, relaxing into the plush softness of the toys with a sigh.

"I see. It looks comfortable enough, I suppose." Arthur sat down carefully next to Alfred, letting himself sink down into the toys, allowing his body to relax. "Oh, this is excellent..." A light hum passed his lips as he spoke, letting his hands settle into his lap. His fellow employee replied with a light 'Mmhm' before the two settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the stillness of the toy filled room.

Despite how calm and quiet the moment was Arthur could swear that Alfred could hear the sound of his heart pounding loudly in his chest. Even though the room was virtually silent, all Arthur could seem to concentrate on was the relaxed breathing of the handsome body resting next to him. The moment was very intimate for him, and he sat there wondering if it was the same for Alfred. He could feel his body heating up as he became more and more nervous as the silence dragged on, and decided to speak before he couldn't take the situation anymore.

"So-"

Alfred cut him off quickly, "Oh, yeah! Whenever you come around here, make sure that you give the door a knock or two before you come into the toy room, just in case."

Arthur furrowed his brow, turning his head to look to Alfred. "Just in case? Just in case of what?"

" Well, you know. You wouldn't want to walk in on people fucking or whatever, so I thought I'd give you a heads up." Alfred shrugged once more as if this was the most normal thing in the world for one person to share with another.

Arthur's eyes widened. "People have sex in here!? In this room with all these bloody stuffed animals?" He could hardly hold back the dismay in his voice. "Haha, well, yeah! It's perfect, they make a pretty good bed, if I do say so myself!" Alfred smiled as Arthur let out a scoff. "And may I ask how you know something like that?"

Alfred turned to give Arthur an odd look, snickering. "I've had sex in here, duh! How else would I know that besides firsthand experience?" He closed his eyes once more. "I mean, yeah, it's kind of weird having the thing's eyes looking at you the whole time, but if the girl you're with is hot enough, you don't even really notice..." He said with a devilish smirk.

Arthur nodded, slightly dumbfounded. "Yes, I suppose if the partner you're with is good enough you should-" His voice suddenly caught in his throat as he processed the word that had just come from Alfred's mouth. He felt his heart drop to his stomach and his blood ran cold as his throat became tight and constricted. Everything seemed to slow down and he could hear the loud pounding of his heart in his ears as he continued to process what he had just heard.

The next words he spoke slipped passed his lips before he even had a chance to stop them.

"Wait a tick... Y-You're not gay..?"