A/N: Hello again! This chapter is mostly going to be seriously rated M RusAme. Strong language, a type of gambling warning, and some sexy times. I don't own Hetalia, still.
Ivan put the candle and roses on the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath. He stowed his recently used key in his back pocket, taking a deep breath before looking at the clock. He had exactly two hours to make dinner and get things ready for Alfred. This was such a spur of the moment thing he hadn't even thought of a reason for all of this. Perhaps it was continuing the celebration from last night? Whatever the reason, he was going to make sure everything was fucking awesome.
Ivan grabbed his laptop from his room, pulling it to the kitchen. He waited for it to boot up before opening Pandora, putting it on the Bon Iver station. He pulled some chicken out of the freezer, then thought as he popped it in the microwave, hitting the defrost button. "Hmm. Chicken Cordon Bleu?" Ivan shrugged and nodded. That was a pretty fancy dinner, and he was pretty sure he had the stuff. He went about grabbing things and setting them down on the counter.
Once the chicken was defrosted, Ivan grabbed a knife from the set next to the sink. He cut the pieces open, leaving a hinge of meat so they could close and open as needed. He put everything in the chicken, closing them and rolling them in the bread crumbs. He washed his hands, grabbed a baking sheet from under the counter, then put the soon to be dinner on it. He slid that into the oven and washed his hands again. He set a timer for forty minutes, then turned to the rest of the kitchen. He pulled the small table from the corner into the center of the room, going to his closet and grabbing a small white bed sheet. Ivan brought it back to the kitchen, laying it over the table; it would work nicely as a table cloth.
Ivan dug around under the sink until he found a decent looking vase, washing it out in the sink before setting it on the counter. He brought the roses over, taking them out of their plastic restraints. He snipped the stems to make them a bit shorter, then put them in the vase, adding water. He smiled, then set those on the table, moving the chairs over to be on either side. He had half an hour left when the chicken came out. He made a salad to go with it, setting both the chicken and newly made salad on the table, two plates in front of either chair. Ivan went to go shower, quickly washing his hair and conditioning it, washing himself up. When he was done, he hopped out and went to his room, prying the closet door open once again.
Ivan pulled out a nicer black button up shirt and a pair of dress-ish jeans. He wasn't going to go full formal on Alfred, he just wanted to look nice. Ivan decided to leave his scarf on his bedside table, getting the feeling he wouldn't be needing it. He did feel oddly bare without it, though. It was only after everything was set that he realized he ought to call Alfred and tell him he was already home. He fished his phone out of his coat pocket on his bed, dialing Alfred who picked up on the first ring. "Hey, Ivan. I was just leaving work." Ivan exhaled, glad he hadn't started going to the floral shop like he normally did. "Oh, alright. Well, Francis let me come home early, so just come straight here. Text me when you're here." There was a smile in Alfred's voice as he responded. "Oh, sure! Talk to you later, Ivan." They said their goodbyes and hung up.
setting them on little dishes on the table. Ivan lit them, the warm light danced about as he lowered the lights. He rather liked having dimmable lights, especially now. He sat down at the table, taking a deep breath, crossing his fingers that everything would go well. His phone vibrated, interrupting his thoughts. He opened it and read the text. "I'm here, see you in a few" Ivan smiled and ran to the door, opening it and closing it behind him, running down the stairs. He took a mere second to compose himself before he opened the door for Alfred.
"Well, hello there. You look really nice, Ivan." Alfred and Ivan smiled at each other before Ivan stepped to the side some, Alfred walking in as the door shut behind him. "Thank you, podsolnukh." Ivan kissed Alfred's forehead before they began to climb the stairs. "So why do you look so fancy, Ivan?" Alfred took his hand, looking at the man beside him. "I'll explain when we get upstairs." They reached the top of the stairs and Ivan opened the door, gesturing for Alfred to enter first. As Alfred walked in, he spotted the whole cliché candle lit dinner and felt his stomach jump around a bit. "Woah!" His smile was huge as he turned to look at Ivan. "Well, there's your explanation, Alfred." Alfred laughed and hugged Ivan, then walked to the table.
"These roses are really gorgeous." Ivan walked to pull Alfred's chair out for him, smiling. "Francis let me have them." Alfred blushed and giggled slightly, sitting down. He grinned up at Ivan who went to go take his own seat. "How was your day?" Ivan folded his hands in his lap, smiling over at Alfred. "Oh, it was really great, and this is really just the icing on the cake. All of my deliveries today were super easy, actually." Ivan nodded and smiled. "Which one was the best?" Alfred laughed. "Either the one to the bakery, or the one to the Victoria's Secret. It's always funny to walk into such an odd place for me, for some reason, so it's always fun to deliver there." Ivan laughed and nodded. "I see. I've never been in that place, but I'll take your word." Alfred grinned. "You're a normal guy, then."
They began to eat the dinner Ivan had made, talking back and forth about their day with Alfred making little sounds of delight every so often. Soon, both of them had finished their dinner, and Ivan stood and cleared their plates. "So, the rest of the evening I didn't really plan, so it's up to you what we do. It's only seven thirty, so we really have quite a few options." Ivan suddenly felt silly for forgetting the rest of the night. "Well, I don't really feel like going out, so let's stay here and watch a movie, or something." Alfred smiled at Ivan, who nodded and smiled. "Sure. Why don't you go ahead and go pick out a movie and I'll finish in here." Alfred nodded and walked to the living room, picking out some romance movie and putting it in the DVD player.
Ivan walked in a few minutes later, the dishes done. He sat on the couch next to a smiling Alfred, wrapping his arm around him. Alfred hit the play button on the remote, then curled into Ivan, eyes on the screen as the movie started. As it turned out, however, the movie was very slow, and hardly what one could call a romance. Alfred nuzzled Ivan's neck, wrapping his arms around him gently as he kissed the crook between Ivan's shoulder and neck, causing Ivan to look away from the screen. He ran his hand down Alfred's back, stopping just above his pants. Alfred smiled at Ivan, kissing his jaw softly. Ivan gently pulled Alfred into his lap, holding him close and peppering kisses around his nose and cheeks before kissing his lips softly, smiling as he pulled back.
"You know, this movie isn't really even a romance." Alfred frowned as he nodded towards the television. "I know." Ivan kissed Alfred's forehead softly. "We can stop watching if you would like." Alfred thought a moment and then nodded. "Do you know how to play poker?" Ivan blinked at Alfred's question. "Ah, it's been a while, but I know how to play. Did you want to play?" Alfred grinned mischievously. "Let's play strip poker!" Ivan blinked and blushed. "S-strip poker?" Alfred nodded. "Yeah, instead of betting an amount of money, you bet your clothing. If you win the hand, the person has to remove what the bet." Ivan laughed blushing. "Ah, s-sure. Let's play strip poker. I'll go grab some cards."
Alfred crawled off Ivan's lap, watching as Ivan walked to his bedroom to get the cards. As he came back, he opened the back of cards, setting them on the couch. He smiled timidly at Alfred, then closed the shades. "Just so that when you get your ass kicked, no one will see." Alfred scoffed, grinning. "Please. You mean when you get your ass kicked, no one sees." They split the cards, each shuffling their half so that it was somewhat fair. They mixed the two together when they were done, then Alfred dealt the cards. "I bet shirt." Alfred glanced up to Ivan, waiting for his bet. "Shirt it is." They went through the hand, Ivan coming out victorious. Alfred huffed, then crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling the fabric up and over his head. Ivan leaned back on the couch, hands behind his head. "Ah, yes. When I get my ass kicked. Sure." They dealt again. "I bet shirt." Alfred rolled his eyes. "I bet glasses." Ivan nodded, coming out victorious once again. Alfred removed his glasses, setting them on his shirt.
"I'm going to pull out of this, I will." Alfred bit his lip, dealing again. "I bet pants." Ivan nodded. "Shirt, again." Finally, Alfred won. Ivan's eyebrows went up, giving off an air of amusement. He undid the buttons one by one, being a bit of a tease. Alfred eyed him, grinning the whole time as Ivan shed his shirt, dropping it next to the couch. "See? Making a comeback here." Ivan rolled his eyes, smiling. "I bet pants." Alfred nodded. "Pants." They went through the hand, and Ivan won for the third time. "This is totally a comeback for you, Alfred. Mmm-hmm." Ivan laughed and Alfred blushed as he stood, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them, tugging them down slowly.
Ivan couldn't help but look over Alfred's body, his toned bronze chest moving slowly with his breathing. Ivan's eyes caught Alfred's, both grinning a bit. "What, like what you see?" Ivan nodded. "Most definitely. And, I think once you've run out of articles of clothing to remove, you'll have to start doing actions." Ivan raised his eyebrows at Alfred suggestively, causing Alfred to blush even more. "A-actions?" Ivan nodded, gesturing for him to sit back down so that they could continue their game.
"Pants." Ivan felt pretty good about this. He was good at poker, though he never played it. "Boxers." Alfred still had a light blush on his face from a few seconds ago. Ivan put his cards down, causing Alfred to smile. "Pants off, dearie." He tossed his cards down over Ivan's the full house staring up at Ivan. Laughing and blushing a bit, Ivan stood up and took his pants off as Alfred had. "It appears we're even, da?" Alfred nodded, standing back up to look at Ivan as he wrapped his arms around his neck. "Very muchly so. This should get interesting very quickly." The two laughed. "I'll admit, you're pretty damn hot without most of your clothes, Ivan." Alfred placed gentle open mouthed kisses along Ivan's neck, sending shivers down Ivan's spine. "I have to say the same about you." Ivan ran his fingers down Alfred's chest, an arm wrapping around his waist. Alfred smiled. "Then we should be damn hot together, hmm?" Alfred could feel himself getting worked up, a desire for friction slowly making itself known.
Alfred may not have known it, but Ivan was feeling the same thing. "We need to get this game done." Ivan nodded in response, removing his hands from Alfred's body and taking a seat back on his couch. "How about this. Whoever wins this round has to say a truth instead of stripping." Alfred looked to Ivan to see if he liked the idea; he already had an idea of what he'd say. He tilted his head from side to side, then nodded a bit. "Sure, that sounds like a deal." Alfred grinned. "Alright, truth on both sides." Ivan nodded in approval. As it happened, Ivan won again. Alfred looked to Ivan, pretending to think of what to say for a moment. Finally, he spoke. "Ivan, you're a total turn on."
Ivan blushed immediately, blinking and grinning. "Is that so?" Ivan leaned over their cards, kissing Alfred gently, a hand starting at his chest and moving down to feel his erection which was straining through his boxers. Ivan chuckled, slipping his hand into Alfred's boxers, gently grasping his cock and giving it a few teasingly slow strokes, kissing his neck. Alfred gasped and moaned Ivan's name softly, head tilting off to the side a bit. Ivan smiled, moving to kiss Alfred's lips firmly, his hand continuing its motion at a slow pace. Alfred closed his eyes, a hand moving to grab the hair at the back of Ivan's head, pulling him closer. Alfred's mind could only focus on the delicious friction he was receiving. Ivan laughed softly into Alfred's mouth, kissing and licking his way down Alfred's neck to the spot where his shoulder met his neck.
Ivan began to suck on the skin there, making Alfred whimper and his hips thrust up a bit into Ivan's hand. That would leave a nice hickey. Hearing Alfred whimper made Ivan's hand move faster, getting more moans from Alfred. He looked up at the man he was pleasing, smiling at the absolutely sexy expression on his face. Alfred opened his eyes, looking to Ivan and blushing. "S-so good…" Ivan's hand kept stroking Alfred, bringing him closer and closer. After a few moments, Alfred couldn't take it anymore. With a muffled moan Alfred came into Ivan's hand, panting softly. Ivan smiled, licking Alfred's cum off his fingers before kissing Alfred's forehead.
"A-ah. Thank you." Alfred smiled gratefully at Ivan who nodded. "It's really late, though, and we both have work tomorrow. We should really be getting to bed, podsolnukh." Alfred nodded once he'd caught his breath. "But what about you?" Ivan shook his head. "Next time. Let's go to bed." With that, Ivan picked Alfred up and carried him to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. "Good night, Alfred." Ivan laid down on his side of the bed, pulling the blankets up. "G'night Ivan." And with that, they both fell asleep, their game of poker forgotten.
-ooo-
"Francis, that was the last one! We sold all of them!" Ivan ran into the back room, his grin giant. "The last iron flower?" Ivan nodded. "Wow, that's great! It looks like things are looking up. I'll order a new delivery tonight, then. We should be able to get more by tomorrow." Ivan nodded, still grinning. "You know what this means, mon cher. Only come on Tuesday through Friday, alright?" Ivan laughed. "What if I want to come in more?" Francis laughed. "I'll have to pay you more, then!" Ivan shook his head, smiling like an idiot. "Alright. Thanks Francis." Ivan adjusted his scarf and sent Alfred a text.
"New work hours, here I come."
Translations:
Podsolnukh—Sunflower
Da—Yes
Mon cher—My dear
