Chapter 10

Alfred had been beside himself with excitement when Arthur had invited him to come over in the evening. Neither of them had visited the other's home before, and he was curious to see how Arthur lived. He'd imagined how it would be perfectly tidy, loads of books on shelves (in alphabetic order of course) and the kitchen hosting a variation of way too much tea and no coffee at all. Anyway, Alfred was looking forward to a nice cosy evening with his boyfriend; maybe snuggling up under a blanket together while watching the TV.

Well, that was until he received a text from Gil an hour before leaving home. He'd just come out of the shower when his phone had gone off. Squinting at the screen without his glasses on, Alfred was sure he'd read wrong.

NotAsAwesomeAsHeThinks: It is totally awesome that you and Arthur haven't done it yet. Very mature.
[Message received 6:30 PM]

The fuck?
He found his glasses and looked over the text again, once he'd put them on. Nope, unfortunately he had been right the first time he read it.

Ten minutes later he had received a message from Liz.

DizzyMizzLizzy: Please bang him soon so he isn't so grumpy all the time.
[Message received 6:43 PM]

Alright seriously. What the fuck? Why were they both texting something like this to him? Had something happened at the shop after he'd left? It sure sounded like it. But why would Arthur discuss their (non-existing) sex life with them? It didn't seem like something the otherwise very private Brit would do.

Alfred sat down on his bed, and ran a hand through his damp hair. Did Arthur think they moved too slowly? B-but it had only been two weeks?

...

If that was the case, Arthur definitely wasn't as old fashioned as Alfred had though he was. So the reason for Arthur to invite him over tonight was to have sex? The American could feel his heartbeat quicken. Before realising it, his brain imagined the faces and noises Arthur might make if things heated up. His whole body began to tingle and Alfred felt a boner coming on. If he kept these mental images up he would need another shower before going.

Damn it.

He wasn't one to deny that Arthur was the biggest turn-on Alfred had ever experienced. The other just had to look at him in a certain way, or bend over to get something from a bottom shelf to make Alfred go from happy to horny in 0.5 seconds. But he had resisted going further because this wasn't just one of his let's-bang-a-couple-of-times-until-I-get-bored-things. No this was the real deal.

But I really want to hit that, his mind (and lower body) whined.

Yes, he wanted Arthur, but he hadn't thought that this evening would bring such possibilities so soon. Alfred ran a hand through his damp hair. Fuck Gil and Liz for making him nervous about this all of sudden!

And that was how he had ended up standing five minutes outside Arthur's apartment, without touching the doorbell.

Chill Al, you've got this. No pressure. Just read the atmosphere.

Even his mind snickered at that last sentence. Yeah right.

Alfred straightened, cracked his neck and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. He could hear some shuffling from the other side of the door as it was unlocked and opened.

"Hello stranger," Arthur greeted him with a small smile.

Alfred, as the idiot he was, just stood there, with his mouth gaping. Arthur looked...so sexy. It was weird, because his outfit was very simple. But the way those tight jeans clung to him!

Shit.

"Do you intent to stand out there all evening?" Arthur's smile turned crooked and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe.

Alfred's eyes were locked on his boyfriend's lips for a moment. Why did they have to distract him to such an extent that he could hardly focus on what Arthur was saying? He forced his gaze from the Brit's mouth only to wander to the teasing peep the white shirt gave of Arthur's collarbone.

He felt his body react before his mind could catch up and took one long stride towards Arthur. He grabbed the surprised Brit's face and placed a passionate kiss on the other's lips.

Alright Al, let's not read the atmosphere then. You just go ahead and rape the guy's face.

But Alfred shut out the annoying voice in his head, when he felt Arthur kiss back with just as much passion. Somehow Arthur had gotten to close the door, and had Alfred pressed against it with a surprising display of strength. Their bodies were pressed together, fingers roaming through hair, tongues tasting and licking. When Arthur broke away from him Alfred was panting heavily, which turned to low moans, as the Brit began to kiss and suck at his neck. Alfred had one hand on Arthur's shoulder and the other around his waist, leaning his head against the door and giving the other free access to the sensitive skin. The Briton's hands were fisted in Alfred black t-shirt when his mouth found Alfred's again in a wet and deep kiss. Alfred silently thanked the guy upstairs, as he felt he wasn't the only one with a raging hard on. That would have been awkward.

Alfred grabbed Arthur's shoulders and switched them so the smaller man was the one pinned against the door. Alfred grinded his lower body against Arthur's, and a groan escaped them both from the friction. He took Arthur's lower lip between his teeth, gently sucking in it. Christ, the sounds Arthur could make!

"Alfred. The. Couch." Arthur panted between kisses and pushed Alfred back a bit, motioning at the furniture behind the American. As Alfred moved backwards he pulled Arthur with him, lips still locked. The back of his legs hit the soft cushion and Alfred had to break off their kiss, as he sat down. Arthur looked down at him through half-lidded and clouded eyes, before kneeling before Alfred, working his jeans open with those long skilful fingers of his. Alfred gulped as he looked up at him and lifted his ass so Arthur could pull the jeans down to his ankles. Then Arthur quickly took off his own, throwing them somewhere behind the couch. Alfred didn't mean to stare, but it was seriously hard not to when his boyfriend stood there, right in front of him, the bulge in his black briefs looking as painfully hard as Alfred's own felt.

Arthur climbed onto his lap, snaking his arms around his neck and began to move so their erections rubbed together. Alfred heard himself let out a shameful moan. His hands grasped Arthur's hips and his mouth the Brit's lips.

They rolled their hips against each other. Only separated by the fabric of their briefs, their movements quickly became desperate to feel more. Arthur was moaning mutedly into their kisses and Alfred's entire body reacted to the sound. Soon their breaths turned ragged and they had to quit kissing to breathe. Alfred tried to pull Arthur even closer, while the other clung desperately to him. Alfred closed his eyes and rested his head on Arthur's shoulder, panting for air. He knew he was nearing his orgasm quicker than usual, but he didn't slow down. Right now he didn't care that he hadn't been able to hold out for very long. Arthur ran his fingers through Alfred's hair and the groans against the blue-eyed blonde's ear told him that the Brit was close too. Alfred shifted his head so it was resting against Arthur's clammy forehead instead and felt himself drown in those forest-green eyes. Trying to focus he said:

"A-Arthur...ah I can't... I-I'm-"

Arthur just nodded before closing his eyes, panting and desperately clutching onto Alfred's t-shirt. Moving faster, the American enjoyed Arthur's face when the other cried out his name as he climaxed, sending Alfred over the edge right after.

When he came down from his high again, he threw his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes and gasping for air as a warm stickiness seeped through their briefs.

"My God... That was-" he panted.

"Incredible," Arthur finished his sentence. He had moved himself from Alfred's lap and was now lying sprawled out on the couch next to him, an arm covering his eyes. They were silent for a bit, still trying to catch their breaths. When Alfred felt the cushions shake a bit, and he opened one eye to look at Arthur.

The man was shaking with silent laughter. Alfred felt a small stab of insecurity.

"What's so funny?" But the only response he got was an increased laughter. Alfred straightened up and poked the Brit in the ribs, making him squeak and clutch his sides.

"Dude!" Alfred whined.

Arthur tried to sit up, whilst wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye.

"Sorry Alfred. It's just...What the hell was that?" he finally said, trying to stifle his giggle-fit. Alfred felt his insecurity grow and he pouted a bit.

"What do ya mean?"

"No, I didn't mean that. That love, was bloody amazing. I was referring to how we just jumped each other. Where the hell did that come from?"

Alfred's frown disappeared when he realized what Arthur was talking about. They sure had jumped each other, and were at it before Alfred had even greeted Arthur. Now it was the American's turn to laugh as he face-palmed himself, making Arthur join in again.

When they finally stopped, Alfred realized the mess they were in. He could feel the cum drying in his briefs, making his skin itch and the fabric stiff.

"Hey Artie, can I borrow your shower? I'm feeling rather...sticky over here," he asked with a grimace.

"Of course, my bedroom is through there, and the bathroom is connected to it by the door on the right."

They looked at each other and snickered again. Alfred hadn't even been shown around.

When Alfred came out of the shower again, he pulled on his jeans without briefs. There was no way he was getting into those again before they had been washed. Still drying his hair, he went into the living area. Arthur was standing by his dining table, looking at the take-away menu. Alfred wrapped his arms around him, chin resting on his shoulder and looked at the flyer.

"Mmh. Chinese, " he hummed while his stomach made a loud rumbling noise. Arthur snickered before handing Alfred the menu.

"Choose whatever you like. It's on me. And could you be a darling and order for both of us, while I take a shower? I'm having B60."

"Sure thing babe," Alfred said and kissed Arthur on the cheek.

Arthur smiled up at him and Alfred felt his heart skip a beat.
He'd do anything to keep this man smiling at him like that.

A/N:

Finally a smutty chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, as much as I did writing it, heh.

Sorry I didn't upload this earlier but my beta forgot about me and me story. *sobs*