A/N: It's decided, my next story is so gonna be Magic Mike themed. Back to this story! I like how this turned out. ^-^ I really do. I hope I'm not rushing it or going too slow. Sometimes after looking back at the chapters I hated writing, I end up feeling hard on myself, but whatevaaaaa. God I'm tired. Anyway:
HOLY SHIT MY FIRST WARNING: So basically, there will be a "scene" in this chapter. It won't be terribly graphic, well it kinda is, but I still should warn you. If you don't like smut/sex/whatever the heck you wanna call it scenes or whatever, don't read it, if you want to, hey, go for it, whatever floats your boat.
Alfred kept having inward battles with himself. He wasn't sure what to do! He had to stay away from Arthur, but at the same time he didn't want to. God, which should he choose?! He just sat there, watching the Brit eat lunch, like a stalker.
Okay, maybe I don't need to avoid him, I mean, that's childish…I should at least stop staring…don't be creepy don't be creepy...oh! He sees you! Say hi stupid!
Alfred gave an anxious laugh, which was barley audible, and waved. All he received was a frown and was waved off. He stopped smiling and just looked at him, wide eyed. What was that? Arthur had seemed so nice and open before, and now here he was, glaring at him. What the hell?
Screw it, if he's going to act like that, avoid the Brit! No need to worry about some one who is being rude…
Alfred frowned and went to go get some peanuts from a vending machine. Sadly, it was close to Arthur, which pissed him off, but he was hungry, so he'd just pretend he wasn't there.
Arthur watched his crush place a wrinkled dollar into the machine and smirked. Alfred bent down to get the snack- God he has a fine ass- and then walked past Arthur, not giving him a second glance. Or a first. Okay, this was working. But Arthur felt guilty, he didn't want to act like this; it was nothing a gentleman would do. But at the same time, he wanted the others off his back, and if it meant going to extremes like this, he would. He would make them leave him alone. He'd always been better off that way, even now.
"What the bleep, what the fucking dip shit?!" Gilbert held his head and gave a frustrated huff.
"You mad?" Antonio asked, smirking.
"Shut up. Why aren't they speaking?! This is so not going according to plan! If we're gonna screw with their love lives, why can't they cooperate?!" Gilbert sighed.
"Maybe this is for the best. I told him to think about it, maybe he did." Ivan shrugged.
"No, no something's up. No one just falls out of love that easily." Gilbert concluded.
"I object!" Lizzy said.
"You don't count!" Gilbert told the girl sitting next to him, laughing.
"Well then, what a waste of time."
"ANYWAY, the best thing we can do for them now, is give them their space…pfff like hell, now who has a plan?" Antonio chimed.
"Why don't we lock the two lovers in a room together and let love take its course?" Francis winked.
"That's a horrible idea, anyone else?" Lizzy asked.
"No, wait, that's perfect!" Gilbert high-fived the Frenchman.
Ivan squinted his eyes and shook his head.
"You two are all kinds of weird."
Days went by like this. Glare, hello, this means that, that means this, we got a good grade, goodbye. These were the only words the two ever seemed to speak to each other, and honestly Alfred wanted to scream. Why was Arthur suddenly such a tool bag?! He used to be so nice, and now he was just a prick of a brit, simple as that. Alfred couldn't bring himself to hate him though…why? Because it seemed like an act. Sometimes he would slip up, and be nice to him, or smile unconsciously in his direction. It was like 95% bitch fit, 5% niceness. What was that all about, why would he act like he hated him?
"Hey, do you think it's okay if I copy your notes?" Alfred asked the messy haired blonde sitting next to him on the bench. It was after school, and why the two were still sitting there was beyond them.
"Of course you may." Arthur passed the notes willingly then remembered his act.
"B-but maybe if you paid attention in class instead of day dreaming like a daft wanker, you'd have them!" He snapped, getting up and walking away.
There it was again! He was nice, and then threw a bitch fit! Alfred was sick of this shit, and we was so not falling for his act. He may have his reasons, but this time he wouldn't get away so easy. Alfred picked up his book bag and walked to follow his…well he wasn't sure what to call him at that point. He wanted to talk to him and find out why he had been acting so strange.
He was hard to keep up with. The school was actually split up into three separate buildings, and Arthur kept weaving perfectly through the halls, swift and graceful to the point where Alfred had thought he'd lost him. Then he heard voices.
"Mrs. Fairy, all I want to do is talk to him and it's not working out! Really, you think? Ahahahaha! Captain Hook, stop it, she's too small, and I've told you that!" Arthur seemingly was having a conversation, but Alfred couldn't see anyone else around and just kind of stood there, an expression on his face that one probably can't describe without laughing.
"Uh-haha- Arthur? Dude, you feelin' okay?" Alfred tried to stifle his laughter.
Arthur whipped around, shocked.
"B-Bloody hell, were spying on me, you git?! How rude! Why the hell would you do that? And yes, wanker, I'm fine!" Arthur yelled.
"I'm rude? You've been acting like a complete ass for the past week, what the fuck man?! I thought we were friends!" Alfred stepped toward him, throwing his hands up in a shrug.
Meanwhile, Gilbert and Francis watched form the stairwell above. They exchanged knowing stares and nodded very serious-like. They then looked to the other side, where Ivan reluctantly took part in their less than thought out plan.
"We go on his signal." Francis dully said, giving a sarcastic long face of determination that made Gilbert go over to the side to suppress laughter.
"That's just how I am, if you have a problem with it, why are you even trying to spend time with me anymore, you have friends!" Arthur snapped.
"Yeah, but I want to be your friend! And you and I were, up until the point where you decided 'Hey, I think today I'll become a bigger bitch than that one girl from Belarus!' I mean seriously man! What is it? What did I do to piss you off so much?!" Alfred pleaded.
"Hey, I was never really your friend; I was just acting like it to humor myself, git!"
"Yeah right, what about your father, and everything else you told me? What about my little massage, did you do that to 'humor' yourself too?" Alfred glared.
"So I told you a few things about myself, big deal! And I was just trying to help you not be so sore, nothing more!" Arthur frowned.
"Well, you didn't have to let me sleep there either!"
"I-…" Arthur stopped. …don't have a come back for that one.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. So, what has tempted you to try to act like you hate me, when you clearly don't?" Alfred asked, crossed his arms and leaning against a wall.
"Nothing tempted me; I've always been like this. So I was nice ONCE. Who cares, I was probably high." Arthur, running out of comebacks, quickly took the short cut everyone else did, cross through the closed cheerleading training area and gymnastics area to reach the first parking lot.
Alfred smirked.
"Oh come on Arthur. I've seen you staring at me, don't lie." Alfred thought maybe if he teased him, the two could turn the whole thing into a joke, and go back to being friends.
Arthur stopped and grinned almost evilly, his back turned to Alfred's.
Meanwhile, Francis and Gilbert weren't sure what to do. They couldn't see the two anymore, but Ivan diffidently wasn't giving the signal yet.
"What the fucks taking so long?" Gilbert asked Ivan, who was still looking down at the part of the stairwell the two other's couldn't see.
"No. I think we should let this go. Looks like they might work it out on their own." Ivan leaned back on the wall, watching. Francis and Gilbert ran around the perimeter of the stairs and plopped themselves on either side of Ivan, wanting to see what he could see.
"Why would you think that?" Arthur turned his head slightly, still not facing Al.
"I've seen you staring at me. Obviously you can't get enough of the hero!" Alfred smugly stared at the back of the Brit's head. This was so working!
Arthur turned around fully, smirking. Now was a better time than any. He began walking towards Alfred, stopping about a foot in front of him.
"Now, what a ridiculous thing to say." He whispered.
"Dude, you're just in denial! You wish you were with this. But no man, cause you're acting like too much of a bitch and I'm just like nuh-uh man, not gonna happen. You're just jelly!" Alfred pointed an accusing finger at him Oh yes; soon enough the Briton would object and they'd end up laughing about it. Too easy!
Arthur walked towards him again and Alfred instinctively backed up until he left his back meet the cool surface of the wall mats. He was probably going to hit him now. Oh great. Arthur stopped in front of his again, their noses mere inches apart.
"You're right Alfred. I have been staring. It's just hard not to sometimes…" Arthur smiled slyly.
"Um, thanks, I think…" Alfred gulped, okay…so this was different, certainly not what he had planned on.
"Oh thanks indeed. Alfred, I'm a man who does what he wants, and gets what he wants, and do you know what that means?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"You go to starbucks a lot?"
"N-no, coffee's intolerable. No, it means I will do a lot of things, some good some bad, to get what I want. And do you know what I want right now?" Arthur looked Alfred up and down.
"Personal space?" Alfred hoped that one was a yes…
"Nope. I'll give you a hint…" With this, Alfred felt Arthur run a finger up his chest before gripping to his tie. He looked at him, wide eyed, almost trying to force himself to melt into the wall. Arthur's expression reminded Alfred of someone about to devour something they craved so much. This wasn't good….
Francis and Gilbert leaned over the stairwell, trying to watch.
"You get him, you damn brit!" Gilbert loudly whispered.
"Oh, oui, the system does work…get him with your Big Ben, you got this!" Francis smirked before whisper-cheering with Gilbert.
"Arthur, please!" Alfred smiled nervously as Arthur stayed still for a moment.
Alfred then felt himself jerked forward by his tie and his lips crashed into Arthur's. At first Alfred's eyes widened at the feel. No, this wasn't right…But then Arthur kept him there, and Alfred slowly closed his eyes, returning the kiss. Arthur became even more eager and slowly ran his tongue across the bottom of Alfred's lip. Alfred willingly let him in, there was a war for dominance, but Alfred lost very quickly. Arthur stroked Alfred's tongue with his own, exploring his mouth. Alfred went to move his hands to Arthur's face to hold him there, but he felt Arthur grab both his wrists and hold them over his head with one hand, the other holding him around his waist. He pulled away.
"What are you doing?" He looked upward where Arthur held his hands.
"Stopping you from objecting to this." Alfred almost asked what he was talking about until he saw Arthur's other hand reach for his out of place cowlick.
"H-How did you know about that?" Alfred asked before Arthur touched it.
"Francis tells me things Matthew tells him." Arthur purred, gripping on to the small hair.
"Matthew you're such a little- Ahhhhh!" Alfred moaned halfway through his sentence as Arthur stroked the hair. God, he hated how much of a problem the damn thing always had been for him. Oh, but it felt so good, how could he complain?
With this Arthur let go of his hands and began kissing him again. Alfred wrapped his arms around him and both slid down the wall to the matted floors below. Arthur straddled the man underneath him as began unbuttoning his top, making sure his mouth and hands touched every visible piece of tan skin. He came up and nipped at the American's neck, relishing in the gasps he earned from him. Alfred clawed at Arthur's back as the light blonde kissed and licked his way down his chest, stomach, and naval, stopping short and looking up.
"Do it!" Alfred loudly begged as Arthur repeated that one more time. Alfred couldn't wait anymore as he gripped a clump of the Englishman's hair.
By now, Arthur had removed his own shirt. He slowly began massaging Alfred's inner thighs in a circular motion, roving higher and higher up. He gained more confidence each time the man beneath him refused to be quiet in his state. This was bliss, and pleasure, and pure ecstasy…
Slowly, Arthur unzipped Alfred's jeans, smirking at the noticeable buldge in his pants. And the batman underwear, seriously? He needs to grow up. But right now, he was anything but a kid.
Both bodies were hot and steamed and Arthur savored the flushed look of pure lust on Alfred's face as he begged for Arthur, hand's gripping the soft floor as Arthur began his work.
"Don't worry love; I'll make your first time blissful…" This was the last thing Alfred heard before he stopped listening, and focused on the stars he saw 2 seconds later.
And it didn't take long for Francis and Gilbert, who had moved to the door right outside the gym, to hear a screamed:
"Arthur Kirkland!"
A/N: Hmmm, so they got sexy in the gym. Anyway, I hope I didn't disappoint! I've been working on writing scenes like that, this is this first I've used in a story before, so I hope I did well. I got the Nantucket idea from a few other authors I had seen using that, so yeah. I don't think the rating needs to be changed, but if you think so, plz tell me, last thing I need is to get in trouble or something. Either way, yay! I will see you guy's next chapter! Plz review guys, I know there's more than 3 or 4 of you reading this story! Thx sirs, love ya's!