Author's Note: Hello, darlings! Welcome to chapter four! This one contains sexual content, swearing, Alfred is a whore, Arthur is a dick, Gilbert is Gilbert, and oh the drama! Yay! I hope you guys enjoy! Reviews are always welcome! Happy belated birthday to my baby, Alfred! USA! USA! Also, sorry for the delay, I got wrapped up in a HP fic ahah, don't know where that urge came from but there it was. But all your lovely reviews make me write faster!
XXShyNightmareXX: Hello again! (: Yes, you would be correct about the entrance of the next character Lukas! Though, he won't be saying much until probably the next chapter! But you have no clue how happy your reviews make me! Ahah! Thank you so much!
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Alfred's head was spinning, he didn't know what time it was, how much alcohol he had consumed, hell he didn't even know who he was making out with at that moment. He thought it had been Arthur but something in the back of his mind told him no, this was not his Arthur. The lips were not as full as the messy blondes, the kisses not as thought out or passionate.
He opened his blue eyes to be met with the dark, almost red eyes of Gilbert, whose tongue was currently in his mouth. He pulled back as fast as he could, wiping a string of saliva away from his chin.
"Damn, Alfie! I would never guess you're a virgin by the way you kiss!" He laughed, patting Alfred on the shoulder before moving about the room. He had just made out with his brother's boyfriend. He was a terrible brother! Matthew would never forgive him!
"Alfie," The voice his body longed for drew him out of his inner turmoil and he turned to face the shorter blonde. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you to finish snogging with fucking Gilbert so I could make you mine!" He whined as he pulled Alfred back towards the futon.
Arthur pulled Alfred on top of him as he leaned back, his mouth tailing kisses down Alfred's neck. He couldn't contain the groan that came out of his throat when he hit the sensitive spot just behind his ear, it probably didn't help that the messy blonde was grinding his hard cock up against his own.
Was everything getting too hot or was it just him? He latched his lips onto Arthur's drawing a seductive mewl out of messy blonde. Arthur's lips were driving him mad, he wanted so much more than the other was probably willing to give. Or so he thought until Arthur pulled back just enough to pull Alfred's shirt over his head.
He bent down to capture Arthur's lips again only to be pulled up and away from the panting teen.
"What the fuck!" He growled turning around to face whoever had pulled him away. Mathias was grinning down at him with half lidded eyes.
"Al," He whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. "I didn't think seeing you all hot and bothered like that would really bother me but I changed my mind." Alfred felt his lips trailing over his cheek until they were over his own.
What the fuck was happening tonight?!
Even though that thought went through his head that didn't stop him from kissing his best friend back, their tongue's battling for dominance as Mathias pushed his back up against the wall, his knee rubbing up against Alfred's already hot and bothered crotch.
Alfred felt his face pulled away from Mathias's needy mouth to be met with another set of lips upon his own and he couldn't help but moan into the demanding mouth of Gilbert. He was furious with his body for giving in to his two best friends when he had an expecting Arthur waiting for him! It wasn't helping his situation any with his cock responding to Mathias's touch so eagerly.
Mathias's tongue swiped across his bottom lip as Gilbert worked down his neck and jaw and if he didn't get out of this soon he was probably going to cum in his pants and how embarrassing would that be, probably more embarrassing then making out with his two best friends, that's for sure.
"Guys," He moaned, and he so did NOT grind back against Mathias's knee. Nope. "I gotta get back to Artie."
The two men shrugged and walked away leaving Alfred shocked. Did they seriously act like nothing just happened?! If he remembered this tomorrow he was going to have to have a talk with them about this! But that was for a later time and he really, really needed to find Arthur right now.
He pushed off the wall, looking around the small apartment for the messy blonde. Seriously, how could he not see him in this one bedroom apartment?! He spun around again to see if Arthur was somehow behind him but was met with yet another blonde. He really needed to dye his hair a different color or something, all these blonde guys were getting out of hand.
This blonde was about the same height as Arthur, though his hair was a lighter color and longer, pinned back away from his face on one side. He pulled Alfred's face down to his, giving him a look of…disinterest?
"Er, hello?" He said, raising a honey blonde eyebrow at him.
"Alfred, I want to do something." The blonde said with utmost seriousness.
"You're Lukas, right? I've only just heard about you ton-" Lukas pressed his lips onto Alfred's cupping the back of his neck to make sure the honey blonde didn't move. Then, without warning Lukas pulled back and put a finger to his lips.
"Hm." Was all he said before walking off and wrapping himself around Mathias's middle.
Alfred stood there for a moment completely shocked, what the hell had that been about? He shrugged it off and set off to meet Arthur again. He looked in the bathroom and nope, only Mathias and Lukas doing things Alfred would rather not creep in on, the bed was also occupied by Berwald and Tino so where the hell was Arthur?!
He was about to give up on his search until a hand grabbed onto his arm, pulling him into the closet and a warm mouth latched onto his.
Once they pulled apart Alfred was breathing hard, his forehead resting against Arthur's. "I've been looking for you, Artie." He pouted.
"And I've been waiting for you." He grinned, leaning up to leave a light peck on his kiss swollen lips. "But, sadly, this is the only place that we could manage to get any privacy." He chuckled motioning to their current surroundings.
Alfred couldn't handle this any longer; he crashed his lips onto Arthur's, who moaned eagerly into the rough kiss. He wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, pressing their chests together and slamming Alfred's back up against the wall.
He had to lean down so he didn't slam his head against the top shelf in the closet but heck, he could totally ignore that at this moment. He pulled Arthur's shirt over his head so his hands could roam that damn fine chest, his fingers ghosting over the messy blonde's slightly visible abs. Arthur shivered and groaned. He nipped at his bottom lip before slipping his tongue into Alfred's mouth, his tongue teasing his own.
Alfred groaned, grinding against Arthur. This was moving way too slow yet way too fast for him all at once, he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't even notice when Arthur's mouth left his and he knelt down before him and started to undo his belt buckle.
Arthur ran his hands up and down his thighs once his pants were out of his way, only leaving his really awesome Star Trek boxing between Arthur's teasing fingers and his cock. Alfred licked his lips at the sight, Arthur's hungry green eyes racking over his lower body.
Without much warning Arthur pulled down the offending boxers, which Alfred happily kicked off, and wrapped his thin fingers around him, his lips teasing the head as his hand slowly started moving up and down his shaft.
Alfred bit down on his knuckles doing his best to keep from being too loud and it seemed to be working for a bit, his head leaning back on the wall and his other hand threaded through Arthur's hair, which was surprisingly soft it was considering how messy it looked all the time. But once Arthur's mouth was fully around him he couldn't help the helpless moan that escaped him.
"Artie," he moaned, trying his best not to buck his hips into the warmth of Arthur's mouth. "This is fucking amazing." He groaned pulling slightly on the mess of blonde beneath his fingers.
Arthur's tongue circled around the head before making its way down the bottom of his shaft, Alfred's knees felt weak as the familiar coil in his stomach formed. He knew he wasn't far off and with the way Arthur's mouth was moving he wasn't going to stop until it happened.
"Fuck," he hissed, Arthur's hands moved to hold down his hips with enough force to leave bruises. "Art- please," he ran his fingers through the soft blonde hair as lovely as he could as he felt the much welcomed release burst through him.
The closet door burst open, Alfred was half startled wanting to pull up his pants and the other half being extremely embarrassed that he just came down Arthur's throat. Arthur apparently hadn't minded, only whipping his mouth off with the back of his hand and straightening himself up enough to wrap his arms around Alfred.
"I thought you guys might need this." Gilbert laughed as he tossed a small square package and a tiny slim bottle at Alfred, who reached out to catch them and be cool in front of the guy who just gave him head, only to fumble and finally get them just before they got out of reach.
Alfred looked down and blushed, would he really need these tonight?
"Thank you, Gilly. It's much appreciated, really." Arthur grinned, leaning up and biting down on Alfred's collarbone.
"I'll just leave you both to it then." He cackled, sliding the door closed again.
There was a moment of silence after Gilbert left, leaving Alfred feel awkward and Arthur leaving bite marks down his chest. All in all his first blow job had been mind blowing and he didn't feel that drunk anymore, thank god, and if there was still more to come then fucking shit. This was going to end up being one hell of a night.
Arthur stopped his biting enough to look up at Alfred, green eyes filled with mirth and that damn smirk curved on his lips.
"Are you ready for the main course?" He leaned forward kissing down Alfred's trail of curly honey blonde hair. "I'll blow your fucking mind."
"Pretty sure you already did that," Alfred grinned, he slowly wrapping his fingers around Arthur's wrist and pulling him back up. "What else can you give me?" Ghosting his lips over Arthur's he heard the smaller blonde suck in a breath.
Arthur crashed their lips together, his hands weaving themselves through the hair at Alfred's neck as he pulled them down to the floor. Alfred pushed his chest up against Arthur's, holding most of his own body weight on his elbows. He ground his semi hard cock up against Arthur's thigh, hissing when he was met with jeans instead of pale skin.
"Not fair, Artie." He gestured down with his head. "Lose them."
Arthur only smirked, not bothering with a response as he shed his pants and boxers. "Anything for you, babe." He kissed the corner of Alfred mouth softly. "Know what to do next?"
"I'm a virgin, not stupid." Arthur laughed lightly as he played with the hair at the nap of his neck. Alfred fumbled behind him for the bottle of lube and popped open the lid and plopping a good amount in his hand and warming it up before coating his fingers in it.
He moved in between Arthur's legs and got comfortable there before moving and circling the tip of his slick finger over the tight ring of muscles. "Ready?" He kissed Arthur's temple lightly as the messy blonde nodded.
"Get on with it then. I can't stay hard forever." Alfred laughed as he slowly pushed the first finger into Arthur. He wiggled underneath Alfred, trying to accommodate the feeling as Alfred slowly started thrusting his finger deeper into him. Alfred kept a steady tempo with his fingers, slowly adding a second and third as he went, grateful for Arthur's moans to lead him forward and know that he wasn't actually hurting him, further encouraging him when he started thrusting back against his fingers.
"Alfred, please, fucking put it in already!" Arthur moaned, rolling his hips against Alfred's fingers again.
Alfred could only manage a nod as he pulled his fingers out and pulled back enough to rip open the condom package and slid it oven himself and coated himself in a good amount of lube, not wanting to hurt Arthur even with all the preparation.
He kissed all over Arthur's face as he positioned himself at Arthur's entrance. As he pushed in Arthur let him get all the way to the hilt before Alfred had to stop himself. He hissed, going rigid over Arthur's panting body.
"You okay, Al?" He asked quietly, his slim fingers running up and down the slope of Alfred's back.
"Yeah," He nodded, kissing Arthur quickly on the lips. "You're just really fucking tight. Give me a minute before I bust a nut just going in you."
Arthur laughed, waiting probably half a minute before rolling his hips, making Alfred moan loudly. "Alfie," He sang. "Fuck me, please."
"As you wish, Artie." He grinned pulling back slowly before pushing in again.
He set a fast pace, Arthur scratching up his back where he was just slowly touching moaning loudly as Alfred slammed into him. He knew he wasn't going to last long, but fuck, had he dreamed about this for the past few days. He pulled Arthur closer by his hips, shifting his body so he was reaching deeper into Arthur with each thrust. He wrapped his arms fully around Arthur's waist, keeping him close, his back arched up off the floor.
Arthur came with a, really fucking sexy, moan, up on their chests. Alfred still ramming into him as Arthur continued to moan under him, kissing up his jaw, ignoring his obviously really sweaty hair.
Alfred came again with a grunt into Arthur, his body jolting before he finally became limp, falling on top of Arthur breathing heavily.
After a moment he pulled back enough to look at his face, pushing the damp hair off of Arthur's forehead before placing a kiss. Arthur scrunched up his nose and stuck his tongue out at him.
"Get off you big oaf." Arthur laughed. "You're going to squish me."
"Fuck off! I'm not that fat!" He pouted. Arthur kissed him quickly before pushing him away.
"I never said you were fat."
Alfred pulled out of him as softly as he could then discarded of the condom, tying the end and tossing it into the trash bin right outside the closet. He laid back down next to Arthur, kissing his cheek.
"Can we just stay in here for the rest of the night?" he asked, barely a whisper in Arthur's ear.
"Not a chance in hell." Arthur laughed. "I will not have my back in pain because of you tomorrow. I'll have enough pain as it is elsewhere." He shifted so he was leaning back on his elbows.
"Well let's go steal the chair before Gilbert gets around to it then." Alfred shrugged as he slipped back into his pants. He jumped up, nearly missing hitting his head on the shelf. "Come on then."
"Alright, alright." Arthur grabbed hold of Alfred hand so he could pull him to his feet. Alfred obliged, pulling him up and holding him close. "Let go, you git! Hold me all you want once we get to the blasted chair." Alfred picked him up, holding him bridal style and headed for the living room, much to Arthur's displeasure and cursing.
The rest of the apartment was fast asleep, not giving two shits that Alfred just had sex. Shit, he just had sex, with fucking Arthur Kirkland of all people, the very same Arthur Kirkland who had a fucking girlfriend. He placed Arthur on the chair, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around them both.
Boy, was he fucked. He curled up on the chair around Arthur, who was comfortably sleeping half on his chest, breathing evenly as he slept. Alfred traced along the bridge of his nose lightly, watching him swat away his hand in the early morning light.
He guessed he could figure all the rest of his thoughts out when he woke up, he didn't need his half drunk, half post sex brain making any decisions for him. That would just lead to trouble that he didn't need or want.
He kissed the top of his head lightly, breathing in deeply before letting himself slip into much needed sleep.