A Triple Shot of Love: Affogato
Ivan's breath became shallow as he trailed behind Alfred up the stairs, not because of having to walk nearly flights, but because this beautiful man was taking him into his home. "Alright…here we are," the blonde smiled as he took out his key to unlock the door. He rubbed the back of his head with his hand as he smiled, "Sorry for the walk up all these stairs," the American said.
"It's alright," Ivan smiled as he followed Alfred into the dark apartment. Alfred ran his hand across the cold wall searching for the light switch. "Ah…there we go," Alfred smiled as he put his bag down on the table. "Sorry if my place is a little messy. I didn't really get the chance to clean up since I was rushing this morning," the blonde laughed.
Ivan watched the man with his eyes as he moved from one room to the other quickly reorganizing things and talking at the same time so things wouldn't be as awkward. The Russian stood still in the same place he was when he had first entered Alfred's home.
Alfred entered the living room again, "You look so stiff, you can sit down if you'd like. It doesn't look like that storms going to let up anytime soon so just relax," he said with a soft smile.
Ivan only nodded and sat down on the couch against the wall on the other side of the room. "Here," the American said handing him the remote control. "Why don't you see if there's anything good on TV that we can watch while I make us something to drink?" Alfred smiled and continued on to the kitchen.
Ivan let a small, soft sigh escape his lips as he began to relax and let his eyes close for a moment. Before he knew it he had drifted off into a light slumber. He found himself in the same place with Alfred standing near by preparing coffee for the two of them.
All of sudden he heard the same soft sugar coated voice from the blonde enveloping him in warmth. It was coming closer until he felt the American's warm breath touch the side of his cheek; he jumped slightly as his face became flushed with a light pink blush.
"What's wrong Ivan? I made you some coffee and I made sure it's really hot… just like you like it," Ivan's eyes widened a little as he turned to face the man holding the cup. His breath stopped in his chest as he looked at Alfred.
"Well aren't you going to taste it? I even added whipped cream. I like whipped cream because it's so light… and sweet. Perhaps it's the way it melts on the tongue."
The American's once sugar coated voice was replaced with a more seductive one as he moved his finger through the whipped cream and placed his finger in his mouth as he moved closer to the Russian. "Try it…I'm sure you'll like it," the American said as he took the whipped cream can on the table and began to climb on top of the Russian and straddle his legs.
Ivan was taken aback by the blonde's actions but strangely enough wanted to continue on with what they were doing. "Open your mouth…" Alfred said in a soft seductive tone. Ivan complied; parting his pink lips to let the nozzle of the whipped cream can find its way into his mouth. Alfred pushed it down to fill his mouth with the soft cream, "Is it good?" he asked as he pressed his lips against Ivan's in a heat of passion.
Ivan could feel Alfred's tongue pressing against his lips asking for entrance; he opened his mouth slightly to allow it in. Alfred's tongue traced around the grooves of his teeth and began moving back a little farther so that he could deepen the kiss.
Alfred pulled away so that they could both breathe before placing a few more kisses on Ivan's lips. He moved down and began brushing his hand against Ivan's zipper, the blush in his face deepened even more as his pants became tight. "It looks like it hurts. Why don't you let me help you…" the blonde begins to unzip his pants and undo his top button.
He smiles and looks up at the anxious Russian, "Did I do this?" Alfred turned his head with an innocent looking smile as he ran his hands against the out side of Ivan's underwear.
"A-Ah…Alfred…I," Ivan said between heavy pants. Ivan's head began to tilt back and his eyes shut tightly; he swallowed hard and tried to relax when all of a sudden he heard the same voice echo throughout the room.
"Ivan…..Ivan…" the man opened his eyes slowly and focused on the delicate face. "Are you alright? I heard you talking in your sleep. Something about…wait, no…?" the American asked.
"Was it a bad dream?" Alfred asked curiously. Ivan thought back to his dream and immediately blushed, "D-Da…that must have been what it was," he smiled back at the younger man nervously.
"Well here's your coffee," the man placed the cup on the table next to him as he sat down next to the Ivan. "Oh this looks like a good show, do you want to watch it with me?" Alfred glanced over at Ivan waiting for a reply.
The Russian nodded and took another sip of the coffee, "Its sweet…" he thought to himself as he looked into the caramel colored liquid. "Just like…" he let a small smile crease his lips as he brought the cup back up to his mouth again.
He glanced outside of the window next to him, the rain hadn't let up at all and it was starting to get late. He turned back to face the television and the young blonde in front of him. Two hours went by as the rain finally began to slow to a soft pitter patter against the pavement.
"Well It looks like it's slowed down I guess I'll be going now..." he looked over to see Alfred's head against his shoulder; his chest moving rhythmically up and down as small breaths left his body. "Nn..." the blonde groaned lightly as he moved closer to Ivan so that pieces of his hair were brushing against the pale cheek.
Ivan looked down at Alfred and smiled and then noticed that his lips were slightly parted; Ivan sat there hesitant for a moment and kissed him gently on the lips. He slowly moved the American's head and placed it against the pillow and moved his legs so that they were on the couch.
He took the blanket from the other chair in the room placed it over Alfred, turned of the television and lights, "Goodnight, he whispered over Alfred's body as he moved over to the door quietly and shut it behind him.
The living room was silent for a moment until the blonde spoke, "Goodnight…Ivan," he said in an almost inaudible voice as he turned over to face the inside of the couch drifting back into his deep sleep.
The alarm clock transitioned from a soft hum into a blaring screech as Alfred stumbled off of the couch and stood up slightly shifting from side to side searching for his glasses on the wooden table in front of him.
He found them and placed them on his face, stretched and walked down the hallway to his room and turned the clock off. He looked at the digital numbers listed across the clock's face laid out in bright green. "Only 5:30? That's probably the earliest I've ever been up," he softly laughed at his comment.
"Well I guess now I actually have time to eat breakfast, "Alfred said as he walked into the kitchen where he ended up making himself eggs, toast and pancakes. He plopped down onto the couch and turned on the television to watch the news and see the weather forecast for the day.
As Alfred focused on the television the seven day forecast was displayed across the screen, "It'll be a little breezy partly cloudy with a 35% chance of rain today. Make sure to wear a light sweater or wind breaker today folks, especially with those lakefront winds coming in from the east," the weatherman said cheerfully as Alfred glanced at the map behind the man.
"Well that's all I needed to know," Alfred exclaimed as he pointed the remote towards the television to turn it off. Alfred put his dishes in the sink and promptly made his way towards the shower. He let the warm water run over his body as he stared at the ceiling for a moment before he began cleaning himself.
Once he was finished he got dressed and began making his way towards the door when something caught his attention. He had seen something white out of his peripheral vision on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"What's this?" he picked it up, it was a note on a small piece of paper; he read through it, "Alfred, sorry I couldn't say goodnight to you directly, I let myself out. Thank you so much for your kindness. I hope we can talk some more…P.S. I might stop by the café today- Ivan."
Alfred's face blushed after reading the note, he began to think back to last night and how Ivan had…kissed him. Those lips …they were cold at first and began to warm up once they met the blonde's.
Different emotions filled his mind. Anxiety, surprise and dare he say it…a hint of lust? All of it for the Russian man whom he had only just met. Even if the kiss wasn't passionate it was something he had never felt before…and he liked it. He placed the note in his pocket and continued on towards the door with a soft smile gracing his lips.
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