Note: Waaah, sorry everyone! Had GCSEs and GCEs for the past few weeks so it's been hard to update on this story! I know I updated on another one but the plot for that one came easily so I could write it quickly in biology ~ This is mainly just a filler and stuff... Mainly..l but hopefully it won't be too bad because it'll just be gently easing you all into the next chapter! Well... Sort of, but even so, enjoy!
Easter came rather quickly. They were soon over in Alfred's home land, making their way through a large, stuffy airport at stupid o'clock. Arthur had to drag himself through the airport, lugging his suitcase behind him. It took around half an hour to get to the other end where the American's twin and mother were waiting. They were around ten meters away from them when his brother bolted towards him and jumped onto his waist, almost knocking him over.
"Alfie Alfie!" he yelled happily as he clung to his brother tightly. He was visibly sobbing as he gripped onto the pale hair. Alfred grinned as he stroked the petite male's back gently.
"Hey, Matt, shhhhh..." Arthur watched as the two held each other and smiled at the soft expression on his boyfriend's face, especially as their mother walked over and joined the hug. He felt his stomach turn to caramel. His boyfriend was usually happy, but this was a different sort. The sort where he had missed his dearest brother so much at it hurt and had been waiting impatiently to see his mother too.
It took a while for them to calm enough to start walking again, and even then Alfred's hands were both occupied; one by Arthur's hand and intertwined fingers, and the other by Mattie's gripping on for dear life as if he was due to disappear at any point. "So, is this the Arthur that you're dating?" his mother asked quietly. Her youngest son beamed widely and looked towards his boyfriend, who responded to the gesture by giving an affectionate smile. The hand gently squeezed his. "Yeah, he's amazing even if he's a bit quiet. Though, I kinda like quiet men, and he's definitely the one for me."
The Brit's eyes met with the American woman's, and he desperately tried to hide his urge to shy at it. She simply laughed, much like his boyfriend tended to do. The car journey at followed was rather similar. Alfred and his family chatted loudly and Arthur just sat and listened to the voices of them all. Although, Mattie didn't say much either. Apparently he rarely did, so it didn't surprise him whatsoever that his boyfriend's twin couldn't get a word in edge ways. Until, of course, the conversation turned to relationships.
Luckily the journey was short and the argument over Mattie's albino partner was stopped as soon as they got there. The house was large and seemed to be cared for a lot. Two stories like many houses, a huge garage and balls scattered all over the front garden. Arthur was almost immediately scooped up, and was carried up towards the American boy's room. Said room was decorated just as Arthur expected. Pin ups scattered across the walls, dirty magazines mixed within study books, random post-its in random places. A typical American room. Much different to his own clean, neat room and much different to Mattie's hockey themed room, but even so it was rather pleasant to be in.
Unsurprisingly, however, he didn't have much time to get used to the room before his boyfriend's clothed crotch was rubbed up against his ass. Their own little signal that one of them was turned on. Arthur couldn't really blame him though. They had gotten into the habit of making love four to five times a week, wherever they could find a room, but this week had consisted purely of homework, packing and travelling. The soft lips kissed up the side of his neck slowly, paying particular attention to a patch of skin just below his ear. Arthur rolled his head to the opposite side to give more access, and was quickly rewarded by hands unzipping his jacket.
Said jacket was allowed to slip off his shoulders. The next layer to be discarded was his tank top, which was simply tugged up over his head. Alfred chuckled at the shiver that the Brit gave and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him onto his lap. Their eyes met for a long moment, before hands began to explore the bare torso and gently toyed with his nipples. Arthur let out a soft groan as fingertips pinched and rubbed and flicked the dusty pink nubs. The toying continued for a few minutes until the Brit was clearly aroused, then lips gently latched over one. Arthur let out a pleasured groan, his hands finding their way to his boyfriend's hair rather quickly.
With that, he was flipped onto his back and the hands were occupied by tugging off the loose-fitting jeans on his hips. Lips and tongue continued torturing the sensitive nubs as Alfred urged his boyfriend to shimmy his hips a little to assist the removal of the layers. Soon he was simply left in his boxers and the American desperately tugged at his own clothing layers in an attempt to get to the same stage and waste as little time as possible. His lips slowly detached from his boyfriend's chest and their eyes met again, both sets dripping with lust by the time they did so.
"Well, we haven't got any lube or anything unpacked, so between your thighs?" Arthur blushed a little and peeled his own boxers off as Alfred located the nearest hand cream, finished undressing and lubricated himself with it. It took a while for a suitable position to be found but eventually they got there and prepared for the contact. The American took in a deep breath before quickly thrusting himself between the soft thighs, just below his boyfriend's own length. The pace was unusual but consistent, and they both found themselves rather enjoying it, neither bothering to hold back any pleasured noise. Arthur squeezed his thighs tightly together as he did so, ensuring that both got the much needed friction.
Alfred gripped the fragile frame of the bed hard as he tried to keep the pace as quick as possible. It was like a stab in the dark; his thrusts were wild and likely in all different angles but he was determined not to slow at all. His hips began to get tired, but his hands gripped onto the bed harder. His knuckles were quickly growing white. As his thrusts continued, the bed seemed to shake more and more, almost as if the planks of wood from under the mattress were giving way. Even so, he continued to slam his hips against Arthur's until they both reached their climax. He pulled back, forgetting about his grip on the frame, and detached it cleanly from base of the bed. As he rocked back with it in his hands, the bed groaned. A loud snapping sound followed.
Both sat in complete silence for a few minutes, just listening and watching each other. Neither were too scared about the bed, just what could possibly follow. And naturally it did, although not half as bad as they expected it to be. Alfred's mother audibly rushed up their stairs before either could locate their boxers and flung the door open to see the two nude teenagers, her own holding part of the bed in one hand. She stared at the two, mainly from shock. "The... uh... bed broke, mom," the taller boy mumbled as he passed the wooden bar over to her and gave the sweetest of smiles. She continued staring at where it had been.
"I think you two should perhaps calm it down a little, okay?"
Arthur gave the politest of smiles and nodded once, but Alfred quickly realised that that wasn't what she had meant. Her true meaning was nothing to do with the bar, the heavy arousals or the type of contact they made. She was instead pointing out that they had limited time left together before they moved to university and were unable to see each other for a minimum of three years. Being withdrawn from contact, going from once a day to none at all would most likely cause them to do something stupid. His heart sank at the thought of it. They had been together for five months and would have to give each other up so easily that it was difficult to tell whether or not they should've gotten together in the first place.