Chapter 24

Balancing the three large boxes in his hands, Arthur moved to slam the car door with his hip before walking up the steps to the dorms. Alfred had said he would come out to help emptying the car but he hadn't picked up his phone. Never mind, Arthur wouldn't have a problem finding the place, he just had to follow the loud booming sound that was supposedly music.

Entering the building through huge glass doors that led into an even bigger hall, Arthur started to get the feeling that you either had to be very well off or have an amazing scholarship to go here. Walking up several set of stairs, he thought of Alfred. He had never given it much thought, never thought of asking. Alfred didn't give off the rich kid vibe, so maybe it was a scholarship? Sure, he knew the American had a certain interest for science and math and that he did well on his tests, but was he actually dating a genius?

His trail of thought got cut short when a couple of dressed up people ran past him and down a hall to his right, only to bounce through a door halfway down. Arthur shifted his boxes as he moved after them and almost bumped into a pirate.

"Oh hey Arthur! You managed to find it," Mathias smiled down at him and offered to take two of the boxes.

"Yes, though it wasn't that hard to be honest," Arthur smiled back, glad go get rid of some of the weight on his arms. The Dane laughed and gestured for Arthur to walk through the door first. Loud music and air heavy with heat (and...was that pot he smelled? That sure brought back memories) hit him as soon as they walked into the room.

"Al! Hey Al! Arthur is here!" Mathias shouted into the room as he placed the boxes on a table, Arthur following suit while scanning the room. There were at least thirty people there, some in rather well made costumes, others in...
Does that even count as a costume?, Arthur thought to himself as a young woman walked past him in what was supposedly a mummy costume, the bandages barely covering her. Looking around for Alfred, Arthur spotted a few friendly faces.

Gilbert, dressed in lederhosen and a green hat with a feather, was doing beer pong in the middle of the room with a small crowd cheering him on, his opponent looked like he was losing badly.
From the other side of the room Alfred's cousin was talking to a very well equipped girl with a blonde bob cut. Matthew was wearing hockey gear with the helmet under his arm, the girl in a rather cute scarecrow costume. As Arthur turned his head he caught Feliks winking at him as he skipped past in a very tight looking cat outfit.

"Hey babe," someone suddenly said into his ear, making Arthur jump.

"God damn it, Alfred. Don't sneak up on someone like that," Arthur scolded, a hand clutching over his heart as he turned around "Especially dressed like that. Who are you intending to kill tonight?" The Brit added when he saw the American's costume. Alfred pushed his white hockey mask up, revealing a huge grin. He spread out his arms, waving around a big plastic chainsaw in one hand as he did so and did a twirl. He was sporting a ankle length bright orange overcoat, dirtied and cut frayed at the bottom. Underneath it looked like he was wearing a bottom up white shirt with a brown west over and matching brown trousers - all of it slightly ripped and grimy with dirt and fake blood.

"It is awesome, right?"

"It is definitely Halloween ish. Not bad at all," Arthur said impressed. "But what happened to the batman costume?"

"Well, there can't be a Batman if there ain't no Robin and no one wanted to be my sidekick," Alfred shrugged and started opening the boxes with cupcakes Arthur had brought. "Wow these are awesome, Art! Thank you for doing it again." Arthur just waved him off, just glad he could help out.

"Hey Al, Gilbert says he doesn't want to see you sober," a blonde wavy haired girl in a red frilly dress said as she walked up to them.

" Nice costume, Bella. Red Riding Hood, right?" Alfred asked and took the red plastic cup she gave him.

"Correct," She did a small curtsy before grinning, "and guess what I convinced Lars to wear?"

Both men peered behind her, Arthur having no idea who he was looking for.

"What, is he Grandma'?" Alfred questioned.

"No, silly." Bella laughed. "But I think Antonio talked Lovino into that. Yeah, don't give me that look. I have no idea how he convinced him being anything else than a mafia boss."

"Probably with tomatoes and sex," Alfred snickered. "But what is Lars dressed as?"

"The Big Bad Wolf. Look, he is over there," Bella said and pointed to a tall guy smoking something that Arthur was pretty sure was a blunt.

"But he is just wearing dog ears," the American said with disapproval in his voice but Bella just waved him off.

"Yeah yeah. But it was a real hassle to get him to wear those," she said with an eye roll. "Speaking off lacking in costume, who is your friend?" She asked as she turned her green eyes towards Arthur.

"Oh, shit. How rude of me," Alfred said and smacked his forehead. "Bella, this is my boyfriend Arthur. And I knooow. He didn't wanna do the Batman and Robin outfit with me!"

Arthur pushed the urge to roll his eyes away and smiled politely as he extended his hand.

"Hello Bella, pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine, dear," she beamed as she shook his hand before turning towards Alfred again. "Very cute," she indicated towards Arthur, "but he still needs a costume. You know the rules, Al." She winked at them both before bouncing away. Arthur arched a brow.

"Rules?" He questioned with amusement.

"Yeah," awkwardly Alfred scratched the back of his neck. "No one is allowed in unless they are wearing a costume. I mean, what's the fun in going to a Halloween party if you ain't dressed up for it?"

"I better be on my way then," Arthur chuckled and leaned up to plant a kiss on Alfred's cheek. The American grabbed a hold of his wrist.

"What? Why? I mean, unless you have other plans, why don't you stay? You've baked for my party and everything, you should at least stay and eat some."

"Alfred, if I had to eat every time I baked something, I'd be rolling my way around."

Alfred, still holding on to his wrist and thumb caressing the underside of his wrist, gave him his best puppy eyes, which shouldn't have worked so well when one is dressed up in a scary costume.

"Besides, I don't have a costume and you basically just told me 'no costume no entry,'" the Brit tried to argue but Alfred just lit up in a huge smile.

"The costume won't be a problem," then he turned his head and shouted over the music, "Hey Gil! Artie needs a costume!" To which Gilbert answered with flashing a thumbs up before diving out the door. Arthur sighed. He wasn't getting around this one, was he?

"Alright you, if I'm staying you better get me a beer."

Alfred kissed him quick before saluting him and turned on his heels.

The Brit wasn't sure what kind of thing Gilbert was going to come up with, but Arthur was starting to feel out of place in his work clothes; button down white shirt and black slacks. He hadn't had the time to change out of his work clothes before coming here.

It wasn't long before Alfred came back, pushing a lukewarm can of beer into his hand.

"Thanks," Arthur muttered as he opened it and took a sip just as a loud crash sounded.

"That didn't sound good," Alfred worried his bottom lip, "I better take a look. Be right back." And hurried of to where the sound had come from. He quickly vanished into the crowd of people. Wait. Crowd? Since when had so many people arrived. Standing by himself, Arthur slowly sipped his beer. No need to get drunk, he had to drive home.

"Alrighty! Here we go!" Gilbert's loud voice cut through the room.

Oh God.

"I'm not wearing that!" Arthur spluttered at the pink nurse uniform in Gilbert's hand.

"Don't be a pussy, Art. Come on now, strip." Gilbert gestured at him and Arthur couldn't help hugging himself in a protective manner.

"Bloody hell no," he spat at the Albino who just sighed dramatically.

"Damn. Okay, I have another solution." Gilbert then waved a hair band with attached bunny ears in his other hand. Arthur looked at it suspiciously, but let Gil put them on him nonetheless.

"Okay, I guess I can accept this," he said slowly.

"Not done," Gilbert remarked and pulled a black butterfly out from his back pocket.

"Are you...turning me into a stripper?" Arthur asked, suspicion back in his voice and he narrowed his eyes.

"Stripper sounds so...outrageous," Gilbert faked a British accent, tongue sticking out in concentration as he tied the butterfly around Arthur's neck, popping way too many buttons open in the progress for the Brit's liking. "Let's call it a playboy bunny instead."

"I think that's quite enough," Arthur stated and swatted Gilbert's hands away, buttoning up at least one button again.

"It can never be enough. Actually, it'd be a lot better if you took that shirt off all together," Gil commented with a grin. Before Arthur could retort Mathias appeared.

"Aren't you supposed to be straight?" The Dane questioned Gilbert with a laugh, but the Albino just waved his hands dismissive.

"Who doesn't get slightly turned on by an English accent?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and cackled at the look on Arthur's face.

"I'm too sober for this," The Brit muttered and downed his drink. Fuck it, he could walk home.

The music was so loud that Arthur wasn't sure if it was his heart beat or the thumbing of a bass that thumbed so hard in his chest. Blurry eyed he grinned at Gilbert as the latter spluttered out beer, the substance running down his chin and staining his clothes.

Like a good boyfriend he'd danced with Alfred, conversed with most of the people the American knew, (he especially had a really good chat with a girl named Lily about needle work and embroidery) and did beer bong with Gilbert and his not-so-little little brother, Ludwig.

"I told you" -hiccups- "that you shouldn't have challenged me to this," Arthur slurred and went for a high five with Mathias but missing and would've ended on his face if it hadn't been for the Dane catching him.

"No one more time!" Gilbert shouted and leaned heavily on his brother, "best out of three!"

"Deal! Come at me, twat!" Arthur grinned triumphal, pointing his finger at the Albino.

"I think you two have had quite enough," Ludwig grumbled and tried to make Gilbert stay on his feet, but in the end he had to carry him bridal style out from the party. Mathias held the door for them and nodded farewell, before guiding Arthur away as he was reached for more beer.

"Jeez Arthur, aren't you supposed to be the grown-up in this party?" The Dane chuckled as the Brit wined when denied beer.

Al. Where is Alfred? Arthur's booze clouded brain suddenly thought and he looked around, almost stumbling in the process.

"We have to find Alfred," he mumbled.

"Alright, I think you need some air, good sir." Mathias put an arm around his shoulder and steered him into another room and sat him on a chair by a desk before opening up the large window.

"But Alfred..." Arthur started again.

"I'll go get him. Just sit here, ok? And don't jump out the window please."

Arthur just gave Mathias a weird look. Why would he jump out the window?

It didn't take long before Alfred walked into the room and push the door close behind him, cutting off the only light source besides the street lamps outside. Arthur's head had felt heavy and he was lying cheek down on the table. He watched as Alfred hunched down in front of him, pushing hair out of Arthur's eyes with a smile.

"You alright there, Artie?" He chuckled and caressed his cheek. Arthur leaned into the touch and hummed. Alfred's hand was warm and soft.

"You ain't good with booze, are you?"

"I'm better than that damn wurst," Arthur muttered and turned his head more, taking one of Alfred's fingers into his mouth, sucking carefully and letting his tongue flicker across it. He looked up and found Alfred staring at him with dark eyes, the remotely dark room casting his face into shadows. He removed his finger and lifted Arthur's head of the table, cupping it in his big hands. Arthur blinked slowly up at him.

"How are you feeling?" Alfred asked with a low voice, leaning in so his breath ghosted across Arthur's lips. It took Arthur a moment to realise he'd been asked a question; Alfred's lips just had a way with distracting him. He licked his own lips and cleared his throat.

"Sober enough to give my consent."

Alfred smirked at that. "You consent, huh?"

Arthur nodded, eyes not leaving the American's mouth. "And drunk enough to not give a shit if we are heard," he muttered out before crashing their lips against each other. Alfred almost immediately deepened the kiss, licking his way into Arthur's mouth and the Brit groaned into it.

"You've looked so freaking hot all night," Alfred whispered when they came up for air, a hand running down Arthur's neck and stroke his collarbone visible from the neck opening of his dress shirt. Arthur breathed heavily like he'd just run a marathon but pulled Alfred back in again. This was what he had missed all night, Alfred and him being alone. He pushed the orange coat down Alfred's shoulders and tugged at the shirt underneath frantically.

Why the fuck did Alfred have so many layers on when all Arthur wanted was to touch the skin underneath. He sighed frustrated into Alfred's mouth until the American got the hint and shrugged off his jacket and started unbuttoning the vest and shirt underneath.

"Too damn slow," the Brit growled and ripped at the shirt so the rest of the buttons flew off, bouncing to the floor. Alfred was about to protest but Arthur kissed his chest while he fumbling with his boyfriend's belt buckle, effectively shutting him up. Instead Alfred's hands went to unbuttoning his slacks as well, slipping a hand inside. Arthur let out a moan as Alfred worked him fully hard through his briefs, the fabric sliding across his sensitive head.

"God, Alfred." He moved back to the American's mouth again, sucking on his bottom lip. He'd finally gotten Alfred's jeans opened and tugged them down harshly, going for the underwear next, when Alfred caught his hands.

"Let me get you off first," he murmured and placed small kisses on Arthur's lips, way too innocent compared to what'd he'd just suggested. The Brit nodded in acceptance and lifted his ass off the chair just enough for Alfred to pull down his slacks and briefs. When long fingers wrapped around his cock Arthur let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd hold.

Alfred smeared the pre-cum across the head teasingly making Arthur thrust into the hand with impatience.

"I don't have the bloody patience for that," Arthur gritted out through a clenched jaw and Alfred tightened his grip and started to pump him. Arthur's head was dizzy with lust and alcohol and he had trouble keeping the moans from spilling from his lips. He leaned his forehead against Alfred's and the latter nudged his nose with his own, planting small kisses on the corners of his slack mouth.

"Feeling good?" He asked in a low whisper and all Arthur could do was nod.

God yes.

Arthur made the mistake to look down between them, the sight of the muscles in Alfred's underarm straining as he jerked him off hit him hard in the groin. Fuck, he wasn't going to last long.

"Come for me quickly, alright?" Alfred murmured against his cheek, "I won't fuck you till you do."

A few more pumps with a sharp flick of the wrist and Arthur spilled himself into Alfred's hand. Panting he looked up at Alfred and licked lips that had gone dry from panting so much. It was like his orgasm had cleared his head a bit and he didn't feel quite as drunk as before.

"You going to fuck me now?" He laughed breathlessly, asking like it was a challenge. Alfred nodded and got up from the floor and Arthur couldn't help but wonder how his legs hadn't cramped.

"Lie on you back on the table," Alfred instructed and he helped Arthur up on it with the hand that wasn't stained. The Brit sucked his teeth. A table wasn't the most comfortable surface but right now he didn't care. Especially with Alfred standing in front of him, upper body stripped from all clothes, his jeans pushed just passed his ass with a dick strained against his briefs. When the American pressed forward Arthur willingly opened his legs.

"Kinky," Arthur purred as he realised they were going to fuck with the window wide open and an unlocked door. His mouth went slack when Alfred inserted the first finger, using Arthur's own cum as lube. Hovering over him, Alfred leaned down and caught his lips in a slow and entangling kiss and Arthur hummed into it, wiggling his hips to indicate he was ready for another finger.

"I'm not going to break," Arthur panted when Alfred continued the slow pace, gently scissoring his fingers inside him. He could barely feel any discomfort.

"I know," Alfred chuckled and licked Arthur's collarbone, "I just want to make sure, because I think the booze is numbing your body. I don't want you to feel too sore tomorrow."

"Firstly," Arthur began , jaw clenched when he felt a third digit being inserted, "that's never been an issue before. Secondly, ng-!" He arched his back slightly, moaning hoarsely. "Secondly, I-fuck."

Arthur gave up. He wasn't even sure what kind of point he tried to make secondly and he really didn't care right now. Moaning lowly, he moved his hips, trying to make Alfred's fingers reach his prostate. The result was unsatisfying.

"Please just fuck me already."

Alfred didn't need to be told twice and Arthur realised he'd must have had a hard time holding back as the American made a quick work of pushing his briefs down, running the hand still cum stained over his cock a couple of times. Grapping onto Arthur's hips he pulled him closer to the edge and kissed him hard, sliding all the way in as Arthur got momentarily distracted my teeth grazing his lower lip.

"Shit, Alfred," he moaned and wrapped his legs around Alfred's waist. He never got tired of the stretch or the way Alfred filled him.

"Yeah," Alfred agreed, his breath hot on Arthur's cheek and he set a decent pace, thrusts making his hips roll against Arthur's thighs. Moans bouncing off the walls made Arthur remember the open window and he clamped a hand over his mouth. Alfred looked up at that, eyebrows furrowed in dismay.

"Don't do that. I want to hear ya," he panted and straightened up. He took Arthur's wrist into his hand and held it against the table next to the Brits head, his other hand still firmly on Arthur's hip.

"B-but the window is open," Arthur tried to argue, though he was sure he didn't sound very convincing.

"I don't care. Let them hear ya," and to punctuate his statement Alfred sped up, hips snapping forward with force and Arthur arched his back as his prostate got hit with every thrust. Even if he'd wanted to he couldn't keep the increasing moans from leaving his lips. Though getting shagged on a wooden table, which seemed rather unstable by the minute, wasn't the most comfortable thing, it got overridden by the lust flowing through Arthur's body; setting every nerve on fire and making his head loll back, mouth agape.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfu-" Arthur vaguely realised he was chanting. As he reached for his own dick Alfred snacked that wrist as well, holding both of them over his head in one hand. The other he snaked under Arthur's lower back, supporting the Brits back as he arched even further.

"I'm not- please A-Alfred, nngh!" His second orgasm unravelled almost out of the blue and white heat exploded through his body. Alfred continued to roll his hips for a moment after, staggering slightly when his own orgasm finally hit. Panting hard, Arthur could feel the sweat roll down his temples towards his ears. Alfred led go of his wrists and gently slipped out of him. Arthur grimaced at the squelchy sound and the sticky mess running out of him. He cautiously sat up, afraid he'd gotten splinters in his arse.

"You okay?" Alfred carefully asked as he started getting dressed again. Arthur looked up at him, the blurriness in his vision a mixture of still being drunk and now tired.

"Yes," he nodded then added, "I just got shagged on a table in a college dorm." He couldn't help but laugh. "That hasn't happened since I was nineteen or twenty."

"This wasn't your first time then," Alfred grinned and Arthur snorted.

"Please. I did have a sex life before you got into the picture."

"But was it just as good?" the American wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No," Arthur admitted with a smirk and looked around for something to wipe himself off with. Alfred walked over to him, hands cupping Arthur's face and he kissed him deeply.

"Good," the American whispered against his lips.

A/N:
I can't begin to explain how sorry I am that I've left you hanging for such a long time. I'll totally understand if most of you have left or have no interest in this story any more. Still, here is the newest chapter and I'll continue writing this story until it's done.

Again I'm so sorry. Hope you'll enjoy. :)