Opening Statements: Holy shit you guys broke 100 reviews...wow. Thank you all. So much. I...feel like crying. Thank you. I...will next be updating on Friday. Because I have finals all week. Sorry, I just seriously need time to do shit in school. But it's the last week, so I'll be free then. Yeah! I'll be in tenth grade! So uh, yeah, chapter. *pewf*
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WARNING: Phone sex, masturbation, also super short sorry
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Alfred was bored.
...
That was it. He was just plain old, black and white, nothing to do, so bad he could drool bored. He felt like shooting someone just so he had something to do. At least all the lengthy paperwork would be better than being bored.
Alfred trudged out into his kitchen. It was his day off, and he had stayed in his boxers all day, enjoying the free time. Until he had nothing to do. He had played his video games to death since nine in the morning, he'd talked with Kiku for over an hour, he'd done every fucking thing he could. And now there was nothing else. He didn't know why there was nothing else to do; it was only eight thirty after all.
'Maybe I'll feel better if I eat,' Alfred thought. It would at least keep him busy for a moment. He worked on his instant ramen cup impatiently, absolutely hating his microwave for taking so long to cook it. The American's gaze strayed over to the other counter, and he blushed when he saw the bouquet of sunflowers. He had gotten it this morning.
The tag had said Russia, as he knew it would, and he immediately felt hot under the collar. It'd been a few weeks since he'd seen the Russian, and he was just a bit anxious to see him at the trade meeting he had with him and China the next week. Alfred swallowed heavily and forced himself to look away from the sunflowers, focusing on the microwave.
And now he was hard.
God fucking dammit.
Alfred tried to focus on his food, enjoying the artificial taste and the chemicals, but his erection persisted. It stared up at him from his boxers, taunting him and tempting him to play, with the Russian in mind. It promised him the pleasure he had been denied for over two weeks. Alfred finally relented after he finished his ramen cup.
So, Alfred kicked off his boxers, laid down on his couch and began fisting his erection, mostly just serving to cum and to get it over with. After a few minutes he found his mind wandering to his Russian lover, how his hands would feel rubbing down his body or spreading his legs forcefully and taking him hard. Alfred moaned at the thought, gasping as he squeezed his member.
As Alfred let his fantasies run wild, he found it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to just imagine Ivan's hands all over his body, or his voice muttering thinly veiled insults through his moans, he had to have the real thing. Without really thinking, Alfred reached over onto the table in front of his couch and picked up his cell phone, then pressed speed dial. As the phone began ringing, Alfred wondered if he would actually pick up...
"Da?" After five rings a very tired voice answered the phone. It sounded like he had either just woken up or he was having a hard day. Alfred didn't answer, biting his lip to keep from moaning as he continued to pump himself up and down. "Привет? ...Hello?"
'Shit, what time is it in Moscow?' "I-Ivan..." Alfred breathed, already feeling closer to completion by just hearing the Russian's voice. He gasped quietly, immediately regretting it, knowing the Russian would figure out what he was doing. He chewed on his bottom lip gently, trying to keep the noise in as he stroked himself firmly, hoping to hear more of Ivan's voice.
"Alfred? Is that you? Do you know what time it is? It is almost six in the morning, and on my day off." Alfred gasped upon hearing the Russian's voice that wasn't his usual kiddy tone but a low, manly thrum in his ear. Holding the phone's receiver away so he wasn't panting into it, Alfred let out a low cry as he fisted his member. "Alfred? ...What are you doing?" Alfred didn't reply, he just gave a quiet whine that somehow reached the other line. "Alfred...? Are...you masturbating?"
Cheeks heating up, Alfred managed to stammer out a quiet, indignant 'no' that wasn't convincing in the slightest. He gasped out Ivan's name, pumping his member harder, imagining it was the Russian instead who was doing it. Alfred moaned and fidgeted under the silence from the other line, not knowing if it was good or bad.
"Alfred, what are you doing to yourself right at this moment?"
"N-nothing..." Alfred whispered, thumbing the slit of his erection. He moaned into the phone, whining quietly under the pleasure he was giving himself. "I-I'm not...not doing anythi..."
"Do not lie to me, I know you are touching yourself. Now, tell me what you are doing and maybe I can help, da?" Ivan purred in a sultry voice. Alfred's breath caught in his throat when he heard it. The American kept his hand on his cock, squeezing the base to keep from coming right then and there from that low, sexy voice.
"I-I'm..." Alfred blushed, embarrassed to tell the Russian what he was doing. "T-touching Florida," he finished, biting his bottom lip nervously. Was this phone sex? He'd never tried it before... Was it any different than normal sex? Not that their sex could actually be considered normal of all things.
Alfred heard the Russian click his tongue, and practically heard him shake his head. He blushed when he heard his next words, "So lewd," the Russian chuckled. Alfred thought he heard the sound of a zipper being undone in the background. "I want you to stop. Right now. I will tell you what to do." Ivan's voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Where are you right now?"
"O-out on my couch. In...th-the living room," Alfred replied breathlessly, his hand falling away from Florida obediently. He squirmed under the silence, wishing he could touch himself. That was just cruel, why couldn't he finish? He was gonna get blueballs for fuck's sake!
"Go to your bed," Ivan ordered, his voice sounding just a bit breathy. Alfred almost made a snarky remark about how if he wasn't allowed to touch himself then Ivan shouldn't either, but instead he just stood up shakily and made his way to his room, collapsing on his big bed.
"O-okay," he breathed, reaching down to relieve some of the ache in his erect cock. Alfred moaned loudly, wrapping his hand around Florida delicately.
"I didn't tell you you could touch yourself, did I?" Ivan growled through the phone. Alfred heard him put his hands over the phone to keep his heavy breathing from reaching through the line.
His foggy mind a little confused by the question, Alfred managed a quiet 'no' under his breath, still pumping his member slowly to prolong the feeling. Alfred rolled over onto his side, eyes fluttering closed as he listened to Ivan's heavy breaths, stifled, but he could hear them. "Oh god..." he muttered, rolling all the way onto his back and bucking into his own touch. "I-Ivan...oh fuck..."
"I told you to stop." Alfred's hands hesitantly fell away from his erection when he heard that. "Now, I want you to get on your back and spread your legs." Alfred did as he was told, spreading his legs to display Florida shamelessly like Ivan was actually there in the room with him. "Place the phone down and put it on speaker phone." The American fumbled with his phone for just a moment before finding the speaker button and placing it on the pillow beside his head. "Is it on?"
"Y-yeah..." Alfred breathed, his hands twitching to reach between his legs and finally get to orgasm. "Ivan..." he whined, unable to keep his hips still as he squirmed and wiggled to gain some sort of friction between his legs. "Please? I-I need...need to-"
"Nyet." Ivan left no room for persuasion. "You will do things when I say." Alfred had half a mind to pull his dildo out from under his pillow and just fuck himself with it. He knew it wouldn't be enough though, it wasn't nearly big enough to get him off anymore like it used to. As if reading his mind, Ivan said, "you are not thinking of cheating and using a toy, are you? Tsk, tsk, I thought you were stronger willed than that, подсолнечник."
Alfred blushed and squeezed his thighs together to try and give Florida some attention. "Ivan!" he whined pathetically, making sure the Russian heard his distress. "Pleeeeeease! You're such a jerk sometimes! I called you 'cause I wanted to get off, not 'cause I wanted you to fucking tease me! You commie bastard!"
Ivan laughed. "Shh, I will let you please yourself soon enough. I want you to suck on two of your fingers. Only two. You may touch Florida while you do it, but you must remember self control." Self control. Psh. Who the hell used any of that these days? Not Alfred F. Jones, that was for fucking sure.
Alfred began sucking on two of his fingers, reaching down with his other hand to grab a hold of Florida. He moaned around his fingers as he began pumping himself, finally relieving some of the ache of his painful erection. He arched into his touch, moaning, his hands speeding up. He barely remembered to get his fingers wet, knowing what Ivan would have him do with them.
"Remember, Alfred," Ivan chuckled in a breathy voice. The American could hear him panting away from the phone in quick, shallow breaths. "Self control. A bit of control in the beginning makes the end result ever so much better."
"Fuck, I don't hear you having self control!" Alfred exclaimed, pulling his fingers from his mouth. He would have smacked Ivan if he wasn't thousands of miles away. "You're such an asshole sometimes, you know that? I can handle some teasing, that's totally cool, but that was just a jerkass thing to do! You're fucking blueballing me here! God, I hate you!"
"I hate you as well, but I don't believe we should be having this particular conversation right now."
"Guhh..." Alfred groaned, his hand falling away from Florida. "Can we just try to set a mood or something...?" Seriously, why couldn't they focus on the sex? "I mean, how the fuck am I going to imagine you fucking me if we're talking about how much we hate each other?" Actually, Alfred could probably do that perfectly.
"Silly, that is called hatesex~! And it is what we have ninety percent of the time!" Alfred really wished Ivan would stop using that voice that made him sound like he was castrated. Really, it wasn't that sexy. Now, that deep, manly voice of his that he covered up, that was sexy... "Alfred, are you listening to me?"
"Uh..." Alfred blinked, looking over at his phone. "No," he answered truthfully. Honestly, he had been imagining Ivan's sexy voice. His real one, not the one where he sounded like a six year old boy. "Can we get back to the phone sex? Florida's going soft." Not really, he just wanted Ivan to pay attention to the fact that he was horny and desperate enough to call for phone sex.
Ivan sighed audibly, and his sexy, low voice returned. "I want you to put two fingers into yourself," he ordered. Alfred thought he heard the Russian moan quietly.
Alfred would have retorted with an insult, or to tell Ivan to fuck himself with his own fingers, but he figured that since Ivan was nice enough to not cover up his natural voice he would do as he said. "Asshole," he muttered, not really caring if the insult reached the phone. He reached down with his fingers that were still slick with saliva, though some of it had dried, and pushed the first one inside himself. He groaned at the discomfort, but soon got over it and pushed in the second finger soon after.
"I want you to slowly push them in and out of yourself." Alfred heard the Russian moan into the phone this time. He would have teased him about it, but he was far too busy pleasuring himself to care. "You may play with Florida if you wish."
Beginning to do as Ivan told him to, Alfred awkwardly thrust his fingers inside himself, hoping he could find his sweet spot, fisting his erection as soon as the Russian said he could. He wished Ivan was here and doing this for him; it was so much more pleasurable and fun when the Russian did it instead. God, he hated masturbation sometimes. It just wasn't as fun. "Ahh-ahn!" Alfred gasped upon finding his sweet spot, his hips pushing down on his fingers to get that good feeling again. Fuck, it just wasn't...enough!
"A-Alfred...дерьмо...tell me what you want," Ivan breathed into the phone, Alfred could barely register the words, thick with lust and desire. The American moaned, barely understanding that Ivan had asked him a question.
"I...I want you...I want you to be here." He gasped, arching his back under the pleasure of his sweet spot being pressed against. It was good, but not enough. He needed Ivan to be there, to flip him over and fuck him so hard he screamed his name and passed out from the pleasure, he wanted to be fucked so hard he couldn't move the next morning. "I want you to fuck me so hard," he whined, squeezing his eyes shut. He was suddenly reminded that Texas was still sitting on his nose. He easily took it off and placed his glasses on his pillow beside his phone. "Please, Ivan...I want you here!"
"Oh, мой милый маленький подсолнечник...if I were there..." Ivan groaned, low and husky. Alfred whined upon hearing that sexy voice of his, wishing he used it more than just occasionally when they were having sex. "I would ravish you," Ivan growled into the phone, sending a shiver up Alfred's spine, eliciting a moan from him. "I would make you moan my name until you went hoarse, and make sure you are sore tomorrow..."
Alfred gasped, squirming under the pure lust that dripped off of the Russian's words. He could imagine him there in the room, grabbing him by his hips and forcing himself inside, hard and rough just like Alfred liked it, hooking his legs around his waist and taking no time at all to begin thrusting. "Fuck...yes..."
"You are so vocal..." Ivan wasn't complaining, he loved how Alfred would always tell him how he was feeling, how he would moan and scream for him, crying out his name over and over. "Would you like it if I were there...making you fuck yourself on my cock until you came, over and over?"
"Oh fuck...yes, please!" Alfred moaned, squeezing Florida tightly in his grasp. He could feel the familiar, tight heat of approaching orgasm pooling in his loins. "Ahhn...yeeeeees! Yes, yes, fuuuuuuuck!" He managed to push a third finger inside himself to strike his sweet spot repeatedly, despite how Ivan had told him to do only two before. He wouldn't find out, it would be okay. Especially since it felt so good. "Oh god, ohgodohgodohgoooooood!"
"A-Alfred...мой подсолнечника...say my name..."
"Ivan! Oh fuck, Ivaaaaaan! Ahhn!" Alfred's back bowed up as he fisted Florida, almost screaming. "Ah! I-Ivan...I'm gonna..." Unable to stop himself, he came, pressing his face into his pillow to stifle his scream as orgasm overtook him. He didn't want to disturb his neighbors or anything. His hand was covered in cum, and he wiped it off on his sheets with a groan.
"Mmm... How was that, подсолнечник?" Ivan purred, voice breezy and light. He had obviously finished up, and was panting loudly. "That was definitely worth waking up and answering your call. Even if it was rather aggravating at first."
Alfred pouting, still coming off from his orgasm induced high. He picked up his phone and turned off the speaker, holding it to his ear. "Bite me, I forgot about the time zones, okay? It was kinda a spur of the moment thing." It wasn't his fault Ivan was a fucking time traveler.
"Just please keep in mind that I am eight hours ahead of you, and that I do in fact sleep."
"Whatever," Alfred huffed. His breathing was finally returning to normal. "Did you wanna go back to sleep?"
"Hmm, nyet. I usually wake up around seven each morning anyway," Ivan chuckled. Alfred whined when that stupid kiddy tone returned. Ivan ignored it, instead changing the subject. "Did you get the sunflowers I sent you? It was such a pain having them delivered, the florist I spoke with over the phone kept asking if I wanted to send roses instead."
Alfred couldn't help a small smile. "That's what you get for sending such a weird bouquet! Yeah, I got them. Thanks for having the guy send them at ten in the morning, by the way, I was still asleep you dick! Why would you do that?"
"I used my communistic mind powers to predict that you would call for phone sex early in the morning and sent them early as revenge," Ivan chuckled. Alfred liked the joking tone in his voice.
"Ha. I knew it." Alfred grinned cockily into the phone. Silence ensued for a few moments, until he struck up some small talk. He liked it this way. He was content to just spend the rest of the night talking to the Russian until he went to bed.
"Hmm... Подсолнечник, I think we should play a game." The tone in Ivan's voice was a tad playful, it sent a shiver up Alfred's spine. Not in the good way this time.
"Uh...game?"
"Da. A game."
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"Favorite position," Ivan chuckled, his tone rich and deep. He could hear Alfred quietly moan every time he used it instead of his more innocent voice. The game he had requested was like what couples did to find out more about one another, except he had made it clear he wanted to use it in a much dirtier way.
"Doggy," Alfred replied, licking his lips. "You get deeper and it feels good..." He 'Mmm'd and closed his eyes, thinking about when Ivan had last fucked him on all fours. That had been the time they had experimented with roleplaying, on Alfred's request. Shit, now he was hard... Dammit, Florida. He decided to ignore it and go on with their little game of back and forth. "You?"
"I like it when you ride me." Ivan could imagine the American in his lap, riding him hard, up and down, body swallowing his cock all the way up to the hilt. "I get to see all the pretty faces you make for me, and I can hold you close~" It annoyed Alfred how the Russian stretched out the word to make a second syllable, but he didn't say anything. "You want to ask next, da?"
Alfred shrugged despite how Ivan couldn't see him. He thought for a moment. "Oh, I got one. Not counting me, who's the best you've ever had?"
"Hmm, what makes you think you're the best I've ever had?" Ivan giggled, almost maniacally. When he could practically hear Alfred's pout he rolled his eyes and corrected himself, "I am just teasing you, подсолнечник, you are the best I've had." It was the truth, too. "And to answer your question... Hmm, I suppose Lithuania. He is my favorite after all. Though I spared him of penetration most of the time, since he and his brothers always seem to find pleasuring me an act of punishment. What about you? You must return the answer, you know!"
Rolling his eyes, Alfred blushed. "M-Mattie, I guess. I never really thought about it. Sex is sex." And some sex was super hot and kinky. "Yeah, definitely Mattie. His dick's not as big as yours, but before you he was the biggest, sooo..." Alfred cleared his throat nervously, blushing a little harder.
"Yes, I am well aware that you think...ah, what was the saying? The bigger the better? Da, that is it. I know that that is how you think when it comes to sex." Ivan laughed. "It is getting late in New York, da? Shouldn't you be going to bed?" He had already had breakfast as it was, and it was already nearing eleven in Alfred's time zone. They'd been on the phone for a while.
"Meh, I'm cool." Alfred shrugged, despite how he yawned into the phone. "It's your turn, right?"
"Ah, yes. This is one that I have been wondering for a while. When you were a colony, did England ever use corporal punishment on you?" Ivan asked curiously. He had always wondered in the England who was so great and powerful back then had ever actually punished Alfred as a colony, because it definitely didn't look like it.
"...Corporal...punishment?" Figures he wouldn't know what that would mean.
"It means I want to know if he used to spank you when you were younger," Ivan sighed, frowning. Really, how could Alfred not know what that meant? Or perhaps England really hadn't punished his colony properly when he was younger.
"Oh, uh..." Alfred took a moment to think. "Well, Iggy only spanked me when I was reeeeally bad, and he only did it like, twice, through my entire colonial phase. So...uh...yes? But not really."
Ivan grinned. "Ah, da, that would explain it."
"Explain what?"
"Explain why you like being spanked so much now."
"Wh-what! What the hell is that supposed to mean!" Alfred's cheeks heated up, face going red.
"It is nothing to be ashamed of, Alfred," Ivan giggled. "It is simple enough to explain, and many people are like you in that respect. It is like how children who do not breast feed for long enough have an oral fixation." The former of course wasn't true, but teasing the American was just so fun.
Alfred wouldn't admit it, but he had that, too. It was why he always chewed on his pencils and pens, why he constantly had food in his mouth or nearby. And why he was so good at giving head. But he wouldn't admit it. Never. He decided to change the subject, "How the hell are you gonna return the answer to that question? I mean, you weren't really ever a colony, and you grew up with your sisters, right? I seriously doubt that Ukraine would actually spank you."
"Ah, nyet, my big sister was too much of a crybaby to truly punish me or Natalia," Ivan replied. He swallowed heavily at his next words, "But...Mongolian Empire did use corporal punishment on me whenever I tried to revolt or rebel." He had eventually learned that dealing with the former empire's sexual abuse was easier than the physical abuse.
"Oh...uh..." Alfred could feel the nervous air around this topic, and tried to tread lightly. "What...did he do?"
"Much of the time he used birch branches to punish me, or rape."
"Oh. Was that some Mongol punishment or something?" Alfred didn't even know how one would use branches as a way to punish someone.
"Nyet, it was more Russian. He used it as ironically as he could. I know it wasn't his weapon of choice." Ivan shuddered, remembering the pain from the birch branches. Mongolian Empire had often beat him until his backside was red and bleeding. "Can we change the topic?"
"Yeah." Alfred was more than willing. "So, um...see you at the trade meeting with China next week?"
"That sounds good. Would you like to come home with me afterwards? I would enjoy your company, and you would not have to wake me up in the middle of the night for sexual release. Unless you wanted to, of course, but I would hope I wear you out enough during the day," Ivan chuckled, sounding much more at ease now that the topic had been changed. "It would be nice to have you back in Russia again~"
"No way!" Alfred huffed. "I've been going there for everything! I want you to come back with me this time! We might have to kinda be quiet though, 'cause my neighbors already think I'm a pervert from all the times I've had Japan over. Man he can scream when he wants to."
"Ah, but that would be the fun of you coming here! Here you can scream as loud as you want and there will be no complaints because I have no neighbors! And remember that speaking of others you've slept with will get you punished~" Ivan giggled, a dangerous undertone to his words.
Alfred huffed and scowled. "C'moooon! I've gone to Russia all the other times! The only time we've done it over here was during the meeting. And that doesn't count."
Ivan sighed, seeing he wouldn't win this argument because Alfred would just keep on trying to convince him. "Shall we compromise? We shall switch back and forth. I will come home with you after the trade meeting next week and the next time you will come home with me, da?" At least that way he could make sure he wasn't being carted off to America half the time he was supposed to be working.
"Hmmm..." Alfred thought about it for a moment before agreeing. "Alright, fine. But I'm bringing you home after the trade meeting." He couldn't help but giggle at how it sounded like he was bringing Ivan home like a puppy. "Oh, and if we're staying at my place, I get to pick what we do, okay?"
"But isn't it more polite to let the guest choose?"
"No way! When we stay at your house we can do all the kinky shit you like, and I want a say!" Alfred whined. Even if he had to throw a fit, he would get what he wanted, because Ivan had way too much control in their relationship, and he wanted some.
"Fine. I will see you soon, мой подсолнечника. I have things to do today," Ivan replied, making a groaning sound as he stretched. His back popped pleasantly.
"See ya." Alfred hung up. He couldn't wait for the meeting.
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Translations:
Привет - hello
подсолнечник - sunflower
дерьмо - shit
мой милый маленький подсолнечник - my cute little sunflower
мой подсолнечника - my sunflower
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