Chapter TWELVE: Preparation of a Presentation

Alfred looked closely at his boyfriend, who was currently studying a book on Italy and its culture. He looked hot today, it was Saturday and Arthur (against popular belief) liked to have a day to just relax in comfy clothes. The executive who was usually so formal was wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs and Alfred's own shirt, which was large on his slighter frame. Not the most fashion forward or attractive look- maybe it was just the fact that Arthur was wearing something of Alfred's. It made him feel all sorts of possessive thoughts and it made Alfred want him. Bad. But he held back, for now.

"What are ya reading?"

"A book." Arthur was… Arthur, as usual.

"Um… I can see that. About Italy?"

"Yes. I find that country fascinating. Such a culture. The people are friendly and Italian food- well, you know."

That was certainly a lot of enthusiasm. From Arthur, at least. Alfred had become a master of Arthur-speak by now, and his best translation was, "I want to go there so bad. I want to take pictures of us eating pasta like Lady and the Tramp. It will be something out of those cheesy romance novels I like so much!"

But that was a rough translation.

"Yeah, I know. What do you think it will be like? I heard it's a romantic place."

"Well of course it's romantic. More romantic than Paris, that disgusting city. Rome itself is wonderful- full of history and modern culture. I've wanted to go for so long."

Arthur had this glowy look about him, like Rome was one of his biggest dreams. He told Alfred how he had almost gone once, and ended up never having the time to visit. Ever since then, he's wanted to go very badly. Alfred was a bit touched- Arthur almost never shared really personal things with him, even if he did love him.

"Well, Arthur, I'm glad that you're gonna see Italy. I'm glad I'm gonna see it with you." He paused for a second. "Roomie."

Arthur laughed and pulled Alfred into his arms. "We can't make a lot of noise in that hotel room, you got it? If I have to gag you, I will." The corners of his mouth tweaked up in a little perverted smile.

Alfred pulled back from the embrace. "Gag me? Me? You're the one who's always screaming."

"I do not scream!"

"You so do."

"Prove it."

"Okay."

He just sat still, staring at Arthur with a feverish intensity.

"Well do something!"

Alfred pounced. The duo fell back onto the bed with a thud that left Alfred on top of his lover, kissing him hard on the mouth. Arthur moaned as he felt strong hands under his oversized shirt, feeling heated skin.

Alfred just had to break away. "You're making noise already, sugar," he grunted as he ground their hips together.

Arthur didn't need to open his eyes to see the smirk on his face. "I will not scream."

Alfred laughed. Low and dark, it was one of the hottest things Arthur had ever heard.

"You don't really have a choice, Arthur. I'm going to make you scream."

After that, Arthur's mind stopped working properly. There were flashes of color as he saw the clothes removed and felt skin touching skin and the sweet, sweet friction. There were also flashes of white, absolute pleasure where he could see nothing at all.

Before he knew it, his cock was being practically swallowed by Alfred's greedy mouth. Arthur felt it hit the back of his lover's throat and he almost lost it there, but he tried to hold on. He wanted Alfred to fuck him; just as much as he was sure Alfred wanted to fuck him, judging from the look in his eyes.

With the will of the gods, he managed to push Alfred's warm mouth away and let out the pleading "Fuck me" that his lover was dying to hear.

After a quick second where Alfred left him for the night-table drawer, he returned with lube and a condom, waving them around like the fucking Olympic torch.

"Quit messing around and fuck me, or I'll push you down and fuck you myself!"

Alfred chuckled. "Let's save that for Italy. I've always wanted you to fuck me- I've never been on the bottom before~." He bit at Arthur's earlobe and then his neck.

Never been on the bottom. Oh god. Arthur got lost in thoughts of Alfred's tight ass until he heard the click.

Alfred uncapped the lube. Finally.

He felt the finger circle around his hole and push in. Alfred apparently didn't want to waste any time, because he added the second right away and as soon as Arthur started pushing back, a third.

Arthur just sort of wished that Alfred would get to it already, but at the same time, he wanted to be stretched. His lover was, admittedly, very large in the cock department and neither Arthur nor Alfred wanted to see him hurt.

By the time Alfred's fingers brushed his prostate, Arthur knew he was ready for more.

Alfred quickly put on the condom and slicked up his cock, hard and neglected, and gave Arthur a hard kiss. Then he pushed in. Arthur threw his head back and gave out a groan. He could feel every inch enter him slowly, and though he tried not to admit it, it hurt.

When Alfred was fully inside him, he stopped to allow Arthur to gain his composure. Arthur relaxed rather quickly, and nodded at his lover to continue.

Alfred was like a whirlwind- he went fast and hard and you could never catch your breath, no matter what you did to try. It was intense to be the recipient of his love, to meet his stormy gaze and feel the power of his muscles. As he leaned forward to kiss Arthur, Alfred changed the angle of his thrusting and hit his prostate every time. It was then that Arthur realized his throat was raw.

Alfred started fucking him deeper than he ever had before.

"Do you hear that Arthur? You're- fuck- you're screaming. My name mostly. You really like it, hah, don't you? Can you feel it? Can you feel my cock? Fuck, how can you be this tight?"

Alfred's dirty talk was said right into his ear. He loved his voice, down an octave and rough with lust. Arthur couldn't respond, too far gone to even try. He could only manage out a weak "A-Alfred… I'm gonna…"

"Me too."

Arthur came first, his lover's deep thrusts pushing him over the edge. Everything went white for him and he felt nothing but ecstasy. Alfred gave a couple more deep thrusts before he came hard. He slowly pulled out of Arthur, who gave a wince, and disposed of the now tied-off condom. Back on the bed, Alfred flopped next to Arthur. They lay there panting and exhausted.

"Wow." Alfred said. There were really no other words.

"Yes. Wow." Arthur rolled over into Alfred's side, and made himself comfortable when he felt his lover's arms around him.

"What do you say to a little nap, babe?" Alfred asked, with a dopey smile on his face.

"Hmm, it depends. Can we have sex when we wake up?" Arthur was just teasing. Sort of.

"You horny old man!"

Arthur was almost offended. "I am not old."

"I know. Old men aren't that flexible." Alfred pulled the covers up over the two of them.

"Exactly, my love."

"Good, now let's get some rest. When we wake up, we gotta pack. I love you."

As Arthur closed his eyes, he thanked every deity he could think of for bestowing Alfred F. Jones upon him. And then he drifted off into sweet sleep.

END of CHAPTER TWELVE