It was a warm kiss. And it was oh so nice. The taste of coffee rubbing off from his mouth onto mine, his hot heated breaths on my lips. When he started kissing me back, I had to say, I shuddered. I was shocked he kissed me back. At first I immediately regretting my decision, but once I felt his lips slightly moving against mine I almost exploded. He even pulled me closer to his body. God, god dammit this is incredible. Like nothing else in the world matter but me and him.
When we pulled away, I heard Alfred sigh. It was a relaxed sigh, like after you drink a whole lotta water. We slowly opened our eyes to look at eachother, and this was when reality hit me; I just kissed Alfred. What now? What do I say, what can I say? But an apology already slipped out of my lips before I had time to think.
Alfred said "I'm not gay" as plainly as I said 'sorry'. We had the same facial expression of 'why the hell did I do that'. Our eyes were wide and brows creased upward.
"Oh jesus, i'm not gay, I swear to god," Alfred shook his head and brought his hands up to his hair. He twirled a strand of hair while the other hand just rubbed his cheek. His cheeks turned a bright red, and it was awfully cute how nervous he was. "I'm not gay, i'm not gay, i'm not gay." he wasn't telling me, he was telling himself.
"Why do you keep saying that?" I murmured, raising an eyebrow, "I'm really sorry for kissing you."
"It's just," Alfred's pupils twitched slightly as he talked, and he quickly removed his glasses and brushed them off, giving him something to fidget with, "it's just that felt really good. But i'm not gay."
"I know you're not," I muttered with a sigh. Alfred was obviously really upset right now. Upset in a certain way, more like torn. I was to, jesus, why did I do that? What was I thinking?
Well, at least he liked it.
"Al, did you ever watch those videos in sex ed?" I asked, taking his wrists. Maybe he would feel better If I told him this, maybe I'd feel better too. Alfred nodded and hummed. "Do you remember them talking about gay girls and boys? When people would say its okay to do these things that feel good, we just do it in private."
Alfred bit his lip and nodded, his hands fell back to his sides, but the redness on his face was still there. "I... So, we don't have to be gay for eachother?"
I cringed. Damnit, that's not what I wanted. He doesnt have feelings for me. He likes me as a friend, but not like that. He truly seems disgusted with himself for kissing me... But, I mean, he's basically asking 'is it okay to kiss me'. I need to go with this. "No, we don't have to be."
Alfred smiled and laughed, rubbing his head, "Now I feel kinda better. Sorry about me freaking out."
"It's fine," I smiled somewhat, nodding, "So...?" I looked at him, I was already missing his lips against mine. That was the best feeling, the butterflies, the warmth coming through him, everything about the softness in his lips.
"So," Alfred stared at me, until his eyebrows raised again and the redness in his cheeks swiftly returned. "Oh. Kiss?"
I nodded, and Alfred shifted closer and put his arms around me. I slipped my hands up to his deep pink cheeks, feeling them pulsate under my palms. I sighed before raising my head to kiss him again. I felt myself explode, the warmth from his lips rubbing against mine making me yearn for more. I want him, I almost want him to slip his tongue into my mouth.
I frowned when we separated.
"So, eh," Alfred looked at me, cocking his head, "This is kinda like my alcohol problem." Alfred smiled, and I squinted my eyes and frowned. What did he mean by that, that made no sense. "Like keeping it a secret."
"Oh," I said, well he could have said 'keep it a secret'. "No, Al, this is more important. If Francis finds out, he'll rip your head off and then fire you."
Alfred swallowed, "That's reassuring."
"We should be fine as long as we only do stuff like this when we're alone," I said in a murmur, "Completely alone."
"Like at night," Alfred asked.
"Yeah, nights a good time," I smiled and nodded. Alfred put his hands on my shoulders with a smile.
"Okay. You sure this isn't gay?"
It was very gay. Extremely gay. But I wasn't telling Al that, I wanted him. It wouldn't hurt the either of us if nobody knew.
This was going to be a lot more fun than I thought it was at first.
/**/
We couldn't keep our hands off each other.
At first, Alfred and I just kissed each other at night. He would hold me in his lap and we would kiss, sometimes for a few minutes and sometimes for almost a half an hour, depended on our mood. I longed for night all day, every time I saw his face I just wanted to slam my face into his. He was so warm and gentle, but yet it had a sexual smoothness to the way he kissed me. The way his lips were always wet before we kissed, the way we rubbed our lips together sometimes. It was so nice, the way it was dark and Alfred's sky blue eyes somewhat stood out from the darkness. We did not dare stick our tongues anywhere for the first week. But after a while, I found myself licking Alfred's lips until he let me in. It didn't take long for us to start getting used to French kissing, Alfred seemed almost as excited as I did for it. Sometimes he'd try to steal a few kisses when we cuddled on the couch together. This time, the snuggles had meaning. He slept with me almost every night, and our snuggling at night while we fell asleep soon turned more sexual in a sense. Spooning was just the start, but it soon turned into laying ontop of Alfred and licking and kissing up and down his neck until his lips found mine again. We never removed clothes or felt each other up, but we kissed a lot. First I could hold a short conversation with him until he got too excited, but now I couldn't even close the door before he kissed me on the nose or ear. Then we started touching around the third week. We were spooning, and out of nowhere Alfred asked if it was okay to touch me, and he started stroking my cock. It felt nice, really nice, even between our clothes.
I started to think maybe I had a chance. A small chance to maybe start dating him. Alfred might lose interest in girls and go to me, date me. Alfred didn't seem to interested in leaving me, he was actually really excited and was constantly trying too make out with me. But, even when Alfred and I were just being friendly, I was never bored. We would talk and talk, and he would look at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and we would laugh and steal a short kiss on the cheek every now and then. The real beauty was in the kissing alone though, when he looked up at me when our wet tongues slid together, my mind went crazy.
It was after the third week when we started grinding. I really forget how it happened, I think it started with me touching him or something. It was actually quite fun, I was the boss in this situation. Al would ask me what's gay and what isn't, and if I didn't feel like him touching me somewhere, I'd tell him it is gay.
Alfred was already excited as the moon climbed in the sky. He would start to get touchy-feely with me as night approached, laying ontop of me or holding my body too his chest. If we were on the couch at least. But that was the situation, I was on the couch and here is 190-pound Alfred laying ontop of 120-pound me. "Damnit, Al, you're crushing me."
"Oh, sorry," Alfred muttered, sitting up but picking my body up in the process. It's awfully cute how clingy he's been. "Is it almost time?" Alfred frowned and I laughed.
"Jeez, you're excitable," I said, hitting his cheek softly. I kissed him on the cheek afterward, since nobody was really around.
"Can we just go in my room? It's soundproof and all."
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. We had been doing it in my room for the past three or so weeks, but Alfred's room was soundproof so he could work on songs without disturbing anyone. Huh, I should have thought of that.
"Yeah, lets do that," I said with a small, faint smile. Alfred laughed and we followed each other into his room. My hearts starting to race already, dammit, we're too young too hold anything for too long. Just the littlest touch gets us way too excited.
Before I had time to lock the door, Alfred had already pinned my body too the door under his weight and his tongue was lapping over mine. I kissed him back for a few moments, grinding my tongue against his, but one he pulled away I scolded him.
"Let me lock the door, will you?" I hissed, turning to lock the door. Alfred wrapped his arms around my stomach for a few moments until I shooed him away. "I know you're excited, I am too, but damn learn to control yourself!"
"Sorry," Alfred said simply, walking to his bed to lay down. I sat on his lap and already felt a bump starting to form in his sweatpants.
"Dammit, Al," I murmured, laying down ontop of him. Alfred shrugged. Whenever I felt him start to get an erection, I always got insanely happy it was crazy. He loves me too, to a certain point. He enjoys this time with me, which is a great thought.
Since Al was already hard, he was not going to take any of my normal 'lets kiss first' crap. My the time I had correctly adjusted myself our tongues were fighting over dominance of one another, and my member jerked over his. Alfred let out a short moan and pushed me closer to his body, and I shuttered in equivalence to the noise he was making. Since I was filled with anger when All was 'doing things' with Jen, I never really appreciated how hot the noises that he made were. Holy shit, this boy has some lungs, let me tell you. Alfred likes to be dominant as well, so I usually go along with it, but before long he's shaking and moaning with excitement and pleasure, so he really can't take the dominant standpoint for very long.
We've gotten better at this over time, before since my bed is meant for one person we'd usually fall off or hit our heads on the headboard. Usually it was Alfred hitting his head though, since he's taller. But when he fell off, we both fell off.
"Blimey," I murmured, pushing my head onto his shoulder. He had a firm one-handed grip on one of my shoulders, while the other hand pushed on my lower back.
I shuddered, feeling Alfred grow harder underneath my body. He was sweating which got me hot, and the smell of cologne was starting to make me feel slightly sick, but the reassuring taste of chocolate from his mouth made my mind calm somewhat. Alfred would groan and shudder against my lips and take quick, shallow breaths, and my heart raced to the sound. I smiled softly as I took his lower lip in my teeth, rolling my hips over his as I got a satisfying gasp from him in return. We really didn't kiss too much during this, it was more of out of control licking each others faces. It was just as unsteady as my jerking across his body, but Alfred seemed to enjoy it. He also enjoyed tugging and pulling at my hair until it was completely messed up, which irritated me so afterward.
Alfred let out a loud, quick yell, and then I realised he was about to come. I felt my body go limp as he quickly pushed me off of his body, slamming me underneath him before standing on his knees and itching right above his erection.
"Holy shit," Alfred muttered, his face now a shade of bright red. I giggled quietly.
"Very sophisticated, Al," I laughed rolling to one side of his bed.
"Eh, shut it," Al hissed, taking his hand out of his pants. Alfred let out a heavy sigh before collapsing face-first next to me, and the bed creaked slightly. "You're good at this," his voice was muffled by the pillow.
I laughed, "Thanks."
"Okay, can we sleep?" I moved his head so he would face me. Alfred nodded and quickly snuggled up next to me and put one arm lazily across my chest.
"Night, Artie," Alfred said quietly, closing his eyes. He never acts like this, he must be really tired tonight. His chest is still rising and falling quickly, he's still out of breath.
Just as I was about to wish him goodnight, a loud bang coming from outside scared the hell out of the both of us. Alfred jumped up and I just twitched, my eyes widening.
Silence.
I felt my heart race to some extent quicken, I looked at Alfred, and he looked at me, "Al, get the baseball bat."
We took off to where the sound came from. I had a flashlight, and Alfred did in fact get a baseball bat. He had one in his room, apparently he used to play baseball. I thought he'd be more of a soccer (American football) person.
"Should we get your brother?" Alfred asked me as we crept through the living room. He seemed more scared about this than I did, and he was the huge, baseball wielding, extremely strong Alfred. His eyes were squinted as if he were focused on something, and every time the floor creaked he would jump.
"No, it's fine," I shook my head, "I'm pretty sure it's nothing. Anyways, Francis has been a wreck."
"Oh, okay," Alfred said quietly, but slowly dipped behind me. I rolled my eyes, someone this big is really cowering like this?
As we reached the kitchen, I shone my light on a cat. Alfred shrieked and hid behind me, and I scolded him immediately. "Oh my god, it's just a cat!"
The grey creature meowed and trotted out of the beam of light coming from my flashlight and Alfred's fingers curled around my shoulders, "Well, how'd it get in, then?"
"Don't freak out, probably just an open window," I said with an angry murmur before pushing Alfred off my body. I kneeled down and clicked my tongue, trying to get the cats attention. The sleek creature crawled into the light of my flashlight and meowed. "Poor thing must be hungry."
"Artie, it might be all germy," Alfred said as I picked up the cat. I ignored him and the cat meowed again.
"He doesn't seem to have a collar, he might be a stray," I muttered, feeling around for a lightswitch, "Poor kitty, do you want some tuna?" I eventually found the light switch, the light blinding Alfred and I for a few moments.
"Arthur, don't feed it!" Alfred whined, following me as I opened the cupboard.
"You don't like animals, do you?" I said with a chuckle, shuffling through the counters with one hand and holding the cat in my other arm. The cat wasnt very panicked, he must be used to being around people. He seemed very calm. Aw, this cat is too cute! Maybe Francis will let me keep him.
"I love animals! He just might carry diseases or something," Alfred said simply. I found a small can of tuna and looked back at Alfred.
"Get me a can opener," I said, Alfred nodding and going to get it. I gave the cat a small pat on the head and sat it on the counter as Alfred returned to me and gave me a can-opener. I thanked him, opened a small can of tuna halfway, picked up the cat and we both walked to the front door. Alfred opened it for me, which is quite a shocker, since I usually need to ask him for things. Not because he's selfish, he doesn't pick up on things like that well, but we all know that. I set the can on my doorstep as well as the cat, patting the small creature on the head and walking back inside with Alfred. I had gone outside so quickly I hadn't recognised the temperature change, but Alfred sure did.
"Arthur, now i'm cold!" Alfred nudged his shoulder into my neck as he whined, which multiplied the annoying by a thousand.
"What do you want me to do?" I hissed as we walked back to his room.
"Maybe," Alfred cooed mischievously. I knew exactly what he was talking about, he wanted me to rub him. This has been the fourth night in a row i've done it to him, I think it's about time he does it to me again! I'm the one who started this whole thing anyways.
"Why don't you have Jen do that," I jokingly said, elbowing his said. Alfred grimaced.
"I'm dumping her on thanksgiving," Alfred said, "Or around there. The holidays will get her mind off it."
"You're so mean," I laughed. Alfred hummed in response.
I did end up stroking him for ten minutes and then I started complaining on my back aching so he massaged my back. Alfred's pretty good at back rubs actually, his fingers are skilled with the piano, so it makes sense. We cuddled up together afterward and fell asleep.
I'm really not sure what has been going on in my mind. I've been happy lately, even though i'm not with Alfred technically, i'm happy. I'm his number one priority right now, i'm the one he's closest to, and he's showing it. We share the pleasure we get from it, and I really haven't been yearning for something more.
That brings up the question, am I really in love with Alfred? He's showing me affection, but not dating, 'I-love-you' affection. But, I don't mind it. Maybe i'm just attracted to him, I just want to be his number one though, not in love with him.
Or, maybe i'm just afraid to get my heart broken and i'm holding back every thought on it.
/**/
The ugly sound of what sounded like a dying whale outside of Alfred's window distracted me from kissing. I pulled away from Alfred's lips, looking back towards his window, but Alfred forcefully pulled me back. I continued to kiss him, licking over his lip until the sound was heard again.
"Okay, what the hell?" I hissed, pulling away from Alfred's lips once again. Our lips clicked together as I pulled away, and I could hear Alfred moan in frustration quietly below the howl of whatever was outside.
"Arthur, Arthur lets kiss," Alfred moaned from behind me. I ignored him and got up, walking to the window and pushing back the curtains.
The cat from two nights ago sat on the windowsill.
"Alfred, its the cat," I said quietly, unlocking the top of the window. Just as I was about to open it to let the small animal in, Alfred started to whine again.
"No, Arthur, don't let it in, it's dirty," Alfred whined, letting out a guttural moan.
"Belt up, Al," I laughed before pushing up the window. The cat meowed, its green eyes flashing. "I think he likes us. Or, I think he likes me."
"I think he likes your tuna!" Alfred said loudly as I scooped the cat up into my arms. I turned to see Alfred laying on his back on the floor, hands up dramatically. He soon dropped his hands to his side after finishing his sentence. I dropped the cat on his stomach as Alfred flinched. "Not cool."
I giggled and laid down next to him. "I think we should keep him."
"Get the cat off my stomach."
'Okay, okay," I giggled, taking the grey cat off of Alfred. I hugged the creature close to me and it immediately snuggled up to me. "I think we should name him."
"Lets call him Alfred junior," Alfred said with an eye roll. I ignored him.
"How about London," I chirped, then looked at the cat, "Do you like that name, mister kitty?"
"Dude!" Alfred moaned, "You're embarrassing me just hearing you talk like that!" I laughed and flicked Alfred's cheek.
"Okay, London it is!" I said happily, hugging the cat. It meowed and started to purr, "Now if mister meany Alfred picks on you just tell me and i'll whoop his ass." I started to laugh while Alfred moaned. London crawled out from my arms and crawled onto Alfred's neck.
"Oh, god he's choking me!" Alfred yelled jokingly. I quietly laughed.
"See Al, he likes you!"
Authors Note_
FUCKING SHORT CHAPTER YAY
I guess the heart tear is that they arent daiting ha ha
It was going to be longer but screw it.
OH MY GOD A CAT HOLY SHIT ITS A CAATTTTTTT Yup, Arthur has made a cat friend. they keep him in secret hohoho! I was thinking of naming him Iggy but screw it, his name is London. He'll actually play a somewhat important role in the story, despite being a cat. Follow your dreams London, impact the storyline even though you're an animal!
New cover to, decided to do something and draw. But, I drew it, and I actually worked hard on the grass. I usually make crappy grass. Heres the full picture if anyone is interested art/Autographs-cover-412765038
Oh yeah, I found this on tumblr a few days ago watch?v=AHCvDtHgvZM&list=FLibOx0F2gxNeS3RP3x0ZgZw and it litarly reminded me of Autographs straight away so i'm just gonna link it . It's sick
TILL NEXT CHAPTER
Which wont be a while
GOODBYE MY FRIENDS *takes off in sparkles*
