The television's glow filled the dark room, enveloping the couple that cuddled on the couch. Alfred had an arm around Arthur and was watching the late night talk show. This was the latest Arthur had stayed over, and his head had started to bob. Alfred kissed his cheek, startling him back into a short lived moment of a semi-awake state.

"Why don't you stay here?" Alfred asked his yawning boyfriend. "It's late and I don't want you driving if you're tired."

Arthur looked at him, slowly waking up. Despite the dark hue of the room, Alfred could barely make out that Arthur was blushing. "Oh… I… well…"

Alfred chuckled. "I won't push you for anything. You can sleep on the couch if you'd like."

"N-no!" Arthur exclaimed. Alfred looked at him, surprised by his outburst, and Arthur ducked his head at the stare. "I… I'll sleep with you."

"I'll try not to steal the covers," Alfred joked. He reached for the remote on the coffee table to turn off the television when Arthur's hand stopped him.

He was still avoiding eye contact and his blush had spread to his ears. "No… I mean… I'll have sex with you…"

The mind always romanticizes memories. Everything looked so rosy, sweet, and sexy when it was really awkward and uncomfortable and far from pleasurable. Arthur was a squeaker, much to Alfred's surprise. And he would tear up often. That was a bit of a turn off. Alfred was more experienced in pleasing a man, whereas Arthur was not. He had only been with his fiancée. It had been hard enough getting the man on his back and telling him that, yes this is how gay men have sex, but spreading his legs was another. Arthur was almost indignant to be the one on the bottom. Alfred had to soothe him with choice and encouraging words and then a firm hand that stroked his cock until he opened up.

But Alfred didn't tend to think that way often. Instead he'd think of when their eyes connected, how they moved together, and how Arthur's hair clung to his forehead having been matted down by sweat. He thought of Arthur's hard breathing and sound of his heart pounding in is ears. He thought of how lovely Arthur was.

Sometimes he'd remember the ugly question Arthur asked that beautiful night. "Am I… Was that better than…those college boys…?"

Alfred looked at him first in shock, and then in disappointment. "What? Why would you…?" He sighed and then shifted onto his side, facing Arthur and looking him right in the eyes. "Arthur, we never did…"

"But you did something with them," Arthur pressed with a hint of desperate affirmation. Alfred knew he'd lose this.

Arthur might be inexperienced and it was a far cry from Alfred's best time, but there was something else there. Something Alfred clung to. It was there in Arthur's eyes and in his hair and on his nose and shaping the outline of his naked form. And it was there where ever Arthur walked and Alfred watched him, or when their hands touched for a minute.

"All of that, every single time, meant nothing to this. This was special… Because I'm with you…"

The first time Alfred said it was their third time together. Arthur was slowly getting better at having sex, and Alfred found he could handle the high-pitched noises, as long as Arthur would moan his name when he came. Alfred felt that something inside come to the surface and burst out in the form of "I love you."

It was Arthur's reaction he remembers the most. Arthur was shocked, then contemplative, and then embarrassed. Or maybe he was guilty. He didn't reciprocate the same feelings.

"I'm sorry," he started.

"Naw, I know everyone comes to understand it at different times." He brushed aside a stray blond lock of Arthur's hair. "I was just hoping we'd feel it at the same time."

"You do mean something to me," Arthur tried gently. He placed a hand on Alfred's cheek, his eyes searching Alfred's. "You must. I don't open my legs to just anyone."

Alfred started to smile in relief, but then he frowned as he registered just what Arthur had said. "Hey now…"

"No!" Arthur said quickly, flustered by his misunderstood statement. "I! I didn't mean that!"

Alfred never forgot that, though; even when he didn't want to remember. If he were honest with himself he'd know he brought it on himself. He could easily have listened to Arthur's explanation. He could've stopped wondering if Arthur's fiancée made him squeak too.

Arthur came over drunk one night. He pushed Alfred into the front door's frame and began to hump him, sucking on his neck and making hot groans in his ear. Alfred gasped at his lover's sudden aggression. He tried to pry him off knowing Arthur was too private for such a scene to be noticed, but when that didn't work he just hoisted Arthur into his arms and closed the door. Arthur wrapped his legs around Alfred, making it difficult to maneuver to the bedroom.

Alfred lay atop Arthur, making quick work of their clothes until they were both stark naked. That moment coupled with Arthur's needy advances made Alfred super sensitive. Every touch to Arthur's body sparked something inside him that craved for more. He licked and nipped at Arthur's pert nipples, caressing his taut body, writhing in lusty impatience.

"Arthur," Alfred panted harshly. He gripped at his protruding hip bones. "Arthur…wow…"

"Shush up and snog me," Arthur growled in a feral snarl, biting at Alfred's lower lip.

"Ew, what?" Arthur grabbed his face.

"Kiss me hard."

Rather than have this memory be saturated in romance, it was overheated in hot sex. Arthur was dangerous when drunk and horny; and Alfred drank it all in. Gone were the mice noises Arthur would make, replaced now by deep guttural moans and heated pants. His nails and teeth marked Alfred, claiming him. Alfred returned the sentiment.

Normally Arthur fretted about hickeys and love bites being seen. Instead he purred, "Do it so I can show it off and say someone wonderful did it to me."

Arthur always was on his back and he hated being in control during sex as it made him nervous if he was doing it right, but not that night. He climbed atop Alfred, straddling his hips, and gripping the man's erect penis. He told Alfred to sit back and enjoy the "show". Oh, did he ever.

Reaching behind himself, Arthur began to stick his fingers up into him. Alfred watched with wide eyes and mouth agape, swallowing what little saliva he had. Arthur's neck snapped back as he let out a cry of Alfred's name and precum began to slip out of his hot cock.

He had to stop Arthur, so Alfred sat up and shoved Arthur backwards. Then he flipped him onto his stomach, gripping his butt and pulling it upwards towards his face. Arthur looked over his shoulder, confused, until he saw Alfred part his butt cheeks. Alfred dipped his head down and flicked his tongue into Arthur's slightly prepared hole. Arthur clenched himself at the sensation, but soon squirmed and called for Alfred in hoarse moans. Alfred lapped at his hole, giving it a natural lubrication.

Thinking back, Alfred had long teased with the idea of being kinky with his boyfriend, but Arthur's innocent ways made him nervous. He might scare Arthur from his bed. However, seeing him thrash about as he did that night certainly proved him wrong. And they could never go back to what it was before.

Alfred pulled his tongue out of Arthur's ass, sliding his hard penis inside instead. Arthur still had his butt up in the air and his head was pressed into the bed. Alfred, on his knees and holding Arthur up by his hips, thrust into him mercilessly. Arthur screamed, Alfred fondled his balls, and the night exploded into colors. They were hot and heavy and finally it was sexy.

Even now, Alfred can remember how Arthur smelled, when he pushed the pillows to the ground, and when he raised himself higher in a silent plea for more. He reached back and spread his cheeks more, calling for more, and it was just never enough. Alfred bent over him and whispered into his ear the same mantra over and over again. Arthur returned it with a sloppy kiss.

And when Arthur came, Alfred temporarily blacked out as a white haze overcame him. He felt Arthur shudder beneath him, collapsing to the bed, and Alfred followed suit. He took Arthur's still hard cock into his mouth and finished him off. In the back of his mind he was proud that he had tasted Arthur on two sides of his body that night.

The best part came when daybreak arrived. Arthur touched Alfred gently on the cheek with bright eyes. His voice was soft; as if nothing had changed.

"I love you."

At noon Alfred made love to Arthur, explaining that this was not sex; it was different. And it was one thing neither of their pasts could hold over them.

Hoshiko2's cents: So. Yeah. Sex! I hope you're all following this story! Haha!