I'm With You
Chapter 6
Arthur guessed Amelia was in her room, doing homework or sleeping, he didn't know. But he followed Alfred outside to the truck.
"Where are we going?" Arthur asked.
"You'll see." Alfred smiled and climbed into the truck.
After a moment, Arthur followed.
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Arthur was pretty sure they did not take any trail. He was thrown back and forth and sideways and every other way a person could think of.
Alfred, however, seemed steady as he drove over the bumps. He hardly moved from his seat and seemed to flow with the rocking and bucking of the truck.
They drove for ten minutes. Alfred finally stopped and killed the engine. "Here we are."
"Finally." Arthur rubbed his head as it throbbed.
"I guess I coulda told ya it was bumpy." Alfred laughed and opened his door.
"Oh. Thanks." Arthur grumbled. He exited the truck.
There was nothing around them. Arthur turned to Alfred. "What are we here for?"
"Come on." Alfred climbed into the back of the truck.
Arthur sighed and followed, thinking that all this mysterious crap was getting old.
When his foot landed on the truck, Arthur instead connected with a soft padding instead of metal. He glanced down and saw that blankets and pillows covered the bed of the truck.
"What the hell is this?" Arthur asked.
Alfred laid down and smiled. "Come on."
That was getting old too. Arthur sighed and settled beside Alfred. "Now what?"
"Look up." Alfred said softly.
Arthur sighed, but turned his head towards the sky. The stars stood out in swirls above them. In the city, he could never see this many. He felt his heart pound at the mere vastness of the night sky. His breath left his body. It was beautiful. He felt like he was floating in the sky.
"It's amazing, huh?" Alfred whispered beside him.
"I've never seen so many stars." Arthur answered. He felt a warm presence on his hand. He held his breath as Alfred laced their fingers together.
"I've never shown anyone this." Alfred said.
"What makes me so special?" Arthur turned his head and gazed at Alfred's profile.
"It's only been me and Amy for so long. I don't have time to socialize. But, when you came," Alfred slowly dropped his cheek to his shoulder and smiled at Arthur. "I felt something."
"What about Lovino and Antonio? Angel seemed to like you." He wasn't sure why he was trying to deter Alfred from him. Maybe because he didn't want to be hurt again. Though he did bring this upon himself.
"Well, about Angel. She's a nice girl and Amy loves her." Alfred sighed. "It's just," Arthur could feel the cowboy's hand tremble within his. "I'm not really attracted to her is all."
Arthur was silent. Was Alfred coming out or just saying that he didn't like Angel? He hoped for the former. "Oh." Was all Arthur said.
"Wh-what I mean is- Arthur, I just-" Alfred seemed to fight over his words. "I like you."
"O-oh." Arthur said again. Alfred's voice echoed in his mind. "Oh!"
They sat in silence until Arthur spoke. "You should know something."
Alfred's fingers tightened around Arthur's hand. "Yeah?"
"Besides the drugs and drinking, I used to have a job." Arthur started. He chewed his lip before continuing. "Back in England, there was this man I worked for."
Alfred thankfully stayed silent as Arthur spilled his guts on the next words he spoke. "I was a prostitute, to say it simply."
"To say it simply?" Alfred repeated.
"We lived together in a house. We all had specialties. I was used for a few particularly unsavory kinks. That's where I got these scars." Arthur lifted their joined hands so Alfred could see the lines that crossed his wrists. "I would be left for days, where I ripped and pulled at whatever held me until my wrists bled."
Alfred moved closer to Arthur. Their shoulders touched. "That's awful." He said softly.
Arthur nodded and dropped their hands back at their sides. "Kiku knows about this." He said. "He told me that if I hurt you or Amelia with my past, he would pretty much take me out."
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Kiku is overprotective of us sometimes. He thinks I don't take care of Amy as I should. Don't worry about it too much. He means well. And I'm sure he'll come to like you."
"I suppose so." Arthur said quietly. He still didn't believe that Kiku wouldn't try anything.
Alfred suddenly sat up and Arthur's view of the sky was replaced with Alfred's sweet face.
"What is it?" Arthur asked quietly.
"Would it be okay if I kissed ya?" Alfred whispered.
Arthur felt a smile creep on his face. "I think that would be okay." He said softly.
Alfred let out a breath before his lips covered Arthur's. The sandy blond felt his arms lift off the cushions beneath him and wrap around Alfred's neck, drawing him in closer.
The cowboy sighed against Arthur's mouth and rested his body against the smaller's.
Fingers in Alfred's hair, Arthur tilted his head and stuck his tongue out just enough to taste Alfred. Surprisingly, Alfred opened his mouth and pulled Arthur's tongue against his.
Arthur felt Alfred's breath quicken as they continued to kiss. Arthur nudged Alfred to rest between his legs.
Alfred was beginning to slip his hand into Arthur's shirt when sirens broke them apart.
They both sat up quickly and yanked their hair and clothes back into place.
"Wut are ye two doin' here?" An attractive cop yelled at them, a flashlight in their eyes.
"Sorry, sir." Alfred clamored out of the truck and looked at Arthur.
The Brit calmly jumped from the truck and folded his arms. "You interrupted our date." He said. Alfred noticed a fire burning in his green eyes under the blue lights.
"Dis is private property." The cop said, his hand resting in his taser.
"This is a private occasion that you so rudely interrupted." Arthur countered.
"You wanna go downtown, boy?" The cop came closer to Arthur, the flashlight paling his slowly tanning cheeks.
"Depends. Are you a stripper downtown?" Arthur smirked. He knew he shouldn't be fucking with this cop, but he was so pissed right now! He was just getting to the good part with Alfred.
The cop glared and quickly slapped a handcuff on Arthur's right wrist and linked him to Alfred's left. "In the car." He snapped at them.
Once he had them in the back seat, the cop lit a cigarette and began typing things into his computer.
Arthur leaned over the seat. "Can I have one?" He asked.
The cop shoved Arthur back into the seat beside Alfred and slammed the window closed between them.
"The judge is gonna kill me." Alfred groaned.
"Don't worry." Arthur mumbled. He tried to ignore how close he had to sit to Alfred. Especially in front of the cop. "It was all my idea"
"Arthur-"
"Alfred Fredrick Jones." The cop spoke up.
"Yeah?" Alfred was visibly nervous. Arthur thought holding his hand would help, or make it worse.
"What are ye doin' clear out 'ere on Miss Jenkins' land?"
"She said I could come out here." Alfred explained quickly. "She must notta recognized my truck in the dark."
The cop sighed and threw a glare at Arthur. "And him?"
"Ta much to drink." Alfred said quickly. "I hadn't had one drop though, sir. And I'm drivin'"
"Alright. Just stay out of trouble." The cop let them out of the car.
Arthur batted his eyes and puckered his lips at the man before Alfred grabbed his hand and hauled him away.
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"Well, that was rude." Arthur said as they drove away.
Alfred ran his hand down his face and glanced at Arthur. The guy was crazy! Who did that to a police officer?
"Now what?" Arthur asked, his voice timid. Alfred was surprised to hear such a tone from him.
"I guess we go back to the house." Alfred replied.
"And do what?" Arthur asked. He had his hands in tight fists in his lap.
"Well, Amy is still probably sleepin'." Alfred said.
Arthur nodded. He was crazy. How could he be doing this with his warden of all people? But the way Alfred held him made Arthur feel different than when other men touched him. However, the thought of Kiku lurked in the back of Arthur's mind, so he wasn't sure if he should go through with Alfred.
"We could," Alfred coughed into his fist. "We could continue. Or watch a movie?" Arthur noticed how shy he was being.
Arthur took a breath and smiled. "I think a movie will be nice."
"Alright." They arrived at the house a minute later.
They excited silently and moved inside. Their shoulders bumped as they walked.
"I'm going to change." Arthur said softly.
"Wait." Alfred said. He grabbed Arthur's arm.
"Yes?"
"We're not really going to watch a movie, right?" Alfred asked.
Arthur hid his smile behind his shaggy hair. "No."
"Oh." Alfred's hand traveled up Arthur's lithe arm and cupped his jaw.
Lifting his head, Arthur felt his heart hammer in his chest. Alfred bent the short three inches in height between them an kissed Arthur. The shorter blond responded enthusiastically.
Alfred took a few steps back to lean against the wall and Arthur followed. He kissed the cowboy in front of him deeply and hotly. Alfred in turn touched Arthur's chest and back. Not possessive like what Arthur was used too, but shy, timid and unfamiliar. It made Arthur's chest hurt.
Arthur slipped his finger into a little tear at Alfred's shirt collar ripped and tugged a little before Alfred got the idea and took his shirt off. Arthur pressed his hands against Alfred's chest and ran his fingers over his shoulders and down his arms.
"Arthur..." Alfred breathed in the little space between their faces.
"Shh." Arthur kissed Alfred again. He kept it slow and easy and let Alfred take charge.
The cowboy wrapped his arms tightly around Arthur's waist. He dipped the shorter back a little. Arthur then felt Alfred's warm hand creep under his shirt.
Alfred slipped his tongue into Arthur's mouth easily. The shorter gripped Alfred's hair and pressed their hips together. It was hard to ignore the bulge coming from Alfred. It was also hard to ignore how good it felt to be rubbed against Alfred.
Arthur felt Alfred begin to push him backwards. Trusting him, Arthur let the cowboy lead him backwards. The back of Arthur's knees hit the back of the couch and the sandy blond fell back. Their lips separated momentarily. Alfred tugged Arthur's shirt off and quickly leaned over the smaller man.
Alfred kissed Arthur again and ran his hands down the smaller's chest. "You're tiny." He said against Arthur's mouth.
"Shut up and kiss me." Arthur said. He fisted a hand in Alfred's hair and lifted his hips to connect with Alfred's.
The cowboy groaned and sucked Arthur's bottom lip. He began to fiddle with Arthur's belt.
"Al? Whatcha doin'?" A small voice came from somewhere above their heads.
Alfred all but leaped off Arthur. He panted slightly. "Nothing Amy. Why are you up?"
"I heard something outside my window." Amelia said.
"Alright. I'll go look outside. Arthur-"
The Brit sat up and slipped his shirt on. "I'll go to bed." He didn't dare look at Alfred. He didn't want the man to see his flushed cheeks.
"Okay. Come on, Amy." Alfred walked past Arthur, his hand rested on his shoulder for a brief second, and picked up his shirt.
Arthur went to his room. He heard Amy behind him say, "Why are your shirts off?"
The sandy blond closed his door, leaned against it and sighed.
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