AmeriPan M-rated oneshot

So... this is awkward.

Yo, I'm back kinda. I was digging up some old files and came across this and after revamping some of it I decided to finally fulfil my promise all the way from last summer and post it. Um, I really don't have any excuses. I'm real sorry guys. Anyways, here's what you've probably given up waiting for.

Warning: This contains mature content of the sexual variety, mainly male on male sexual interaction. If you underage or uncomftable or at all put off by that please do not read any further. You have been warned and I will not take responsibility if you choose to read on.

Hot Water

If Alfred had thought of one thing that Kiku would never do, taking a bath with him would be it.

But here they were, at a hot spring or onsen. Which wasn't unusual to him as he knew of them but what he didn't know was that they bathed naked. The strict and structured Japanese nation found this a normal practice. And was even okay with going with him.

When Alfred had heard about it on his trips over to Japan, he just had to ask to go. Kiku had been a little surprised at first but accepted his request. Saying he was happy Alfred was taking an interest in his culture. He had arranged everything for them, which Alfred was grateful for. He'd honestly have no idea how to go about it.

And that was how they found themselves standing in the doorway of their shared room, Kiku was thanking their hostess profusely while Alfred took a look around. He knew he was being kind of rude not thanking the stubby women but she was far too overbearing and nosy for her own good. Since arriving she had hounded them with questions and made assumptions. She had only gotten worse when she started showing them to their room.

The only reason they were sharing a room was because they had no other rooms left. And to be honest they didn't mind, they were good friends. But her nosy chit-chat was getting on his nerves.

She had a scrunched up face, but a nice set of brown eyes. Her stout body was stuffed into a floral print yukata, the colours vibrant pinks and golds. Alfred almost felt sorry for the fabric.

In the room the futons were already placed on the floor and waiting. One with a floral pattern, the other with stripes.

The walls were traditional wooden screens, hard wood floor too. The whole room had a heavy musk which was overpowering. The room overall was simple, only with the bare necessities. The bathroom was small but packed several bottles of free toiletries. No shower or bath but Alfred supposed it defeated the purpose of coming if you could just bathe in your room.

'Do you want to go straight to the hot spring or get some sleep Alfred-san?' Kiku's voice rung out in the rather empty room. Almost making the American jump.

'Oh uh yea lets go to the hot spring.'

They made their way down, clad only in towels. No one else was there, the water looked steamy and inviting. Rocks surrounded the pool and some bottles and sponges had been left out at the side. But only one thought was present in Alfred whirring mind.

They were utterly alone.

'We arrived quite late so most people must be off to bed. We have the spring to ourselves.' Japan said. Looking up at the nervous American.

Kiku walked over calmly and took of his towel before setting himself into the water near the edge. Letting a sigh escape him, as the soothing water eased his sore muscles. He looked up at the sound of splashing.

Alfred was making him was over to him, wading through the water. He sat himself down next to him, squirming a bit.

'This must seem strange to an American.'

'No no no. I mean… well yea. You are so comfortable doing this, it's weird. You're usually so… reserved.'

Japan chuckled. He busied himself with getting clean, no use drawing the experience out if Alfred was uncomfortable. And the heat was seemingly getting to the American, his cheeks were flushed already. Kiku picked some fruit scented shampoo and started lathering his hair. He peeked at Alfred who was staring at him intently before looking away. He too grabbed some shampoo and started washing his hair. Avoiding eye contact.

America blushed at being caught. He had been admiring Japan's form, watching the muscles in his arms and back contract and work. He caught onto the dip of his waist, the tiny trail of hair that lead to…

He couldn't deny the rising warmth in his stomach, he could feel himself get semi hard. He inwardly cursed. He gulped and tried focusing on washing his hair.

Just as he was finishing rinsing his hair, Kiku was already washing his body with soap. Back turned to him.

Alfred watched hungrily. He took in the water droplets that ran down Kiku's skin. The studs that eluded the better pieces of flesh, how they slipped off his skin tantalisingly slowly. The soft sighs as Kiku's muscles relaxed. The dip of his delicate neck. The arch of his back. How the liquid washed down it. Showing Kiku's subtle behind, the roundness of his calves.

Alfred's mouth was dry, but somehow he was able to force words out.

'Do you want help with your back?'

Kiku looked back at him and nodded.

'Yes please, thank you America-san. It is seen as a sign of friendship in my country.'

'Well, we are friends. Happy to help.' He squeezed out.

Kiku had started talking again, something about how the tradition came about. But Alfred was hardly listening to Kiku, he already had his hands lathered in soap and was rubbing his back soothingly. Slowly feeling the skin, the softness of the flesh. America almost moaned. He was knelt in the water behind Japan, who was also kneeling. Japan hummed a thank you to him and leaned back just a little.

Alfred was now fully hard and was having an extremely difficult time not rutting against the others ass.

The sweet tang of the shampoo Kiku had used danced in the air, stuck into his skin and incited Alfred. He wanted nothing else but to feel Kiku's skin with his mouth, to let his tongue explore the softness.

Head dizzy with scandalous imaginings, day dreams of flushed flesh and wistful wicked moans Alfred hardly noticed his wandering hands. He allowed himself to tease and discover the skin below the territory of safe friendship, the curve of skin above Kiku's ass. Kiku tensed, breathing hastening. He had questions, but his mind was wandering too much to ask for answers. Alfred… in that way….with him?

America was kneading his flesh, the soap long since gone, the skin drying without moisture. He slowly let his hands roam over Kiku's sides, up and down. Following his natural outline, applying a little pressure when he thought of what lay in front of him, almost within reach. Kiku was blushing, trying to stay quiet but wanting Alfred to continue. His hands were all over him, daring him to give into him, to yield to that almost heart-breaking feeling of pleasure. He could feel the curiosity in the way his fingers probed and kneaded his flesh. Could feel his excitement against his back and hear is erratic breathing. Japan ached to reach around and see his need on his face. Kiss his lips, claim and revenge the sensitive flesh of his throat. He longed to be thrown into the abyss of gratification and carnality. To sink into indulgence.

Instead he kept quiet still, allowing Alfred to take his time, to set pace.

Sweet torture.

He shuddered when Alfred let his hand run around to caress his chest, ghosting over his nipples.

Kiku's reaction was instantaneous.

Breath catching in his mouth, lips parted as he let a low moan go. Muscles going taut, body ready to give into the others. Eyes glazed over and mind in delicious delirium. Thoughts were disconnected as his mind gave into his body's cravings, its needs. Blood was rushing to an organ as it swelled to show his physical incarnation of his desires.

'A-alfr-red- s-san…' he manged in broken syllables before Alfred ran his hands against his nipples again.

Alfred was in an almost trance-like state of mind. Everything that had been-that mattered-was Kiku. He was caught up in his skin, his voice, the arch of his back, the dip of his hips, the sensation of his breathing, the long line of his neck, his already marked lips.

Caught up Kiku's everything.

As he palmed and caressed his chest, tweaking the nipples briefly, he shifted. The water rippled with the movement, sloshing against their flushed, impassioned bodies. The sounds of water broke the album of moans playing on repeat. Alfred reached for Kiku's chin, turning his face to his own.

Kiku's mouth was red, parted to give way to quaking breaths. His skin red from his actions, eyes clouded but reflective. They held the lust and need that Alfred felt in his bones. The aching desire that seeped into him like smooth honey, filling him with the need for another's skin. Implanting him an unsuitable itch, an animalistic need.

Kiku couldn't look away, he knew that he should want to push Alfred away from him. To run. But he couldn't bring himself to leave. The sight in front of him too lewd, too beautiful to miss. Alfred was flushed, his eyes shimmering and burning with a fierce lust. His glasses were askew but that only added to the sense that he had lost control. Lips bitten and red, face holding his need. It was equally captivating and lecherous.

The now impatient Americans eyes searched Kiku's, before ducking down to connect their mouths.

Alfred kissed him with an urgency, rough and needy. He pulled and pushed at his lips, tugging at his bottom lip lightly before biting it, extracting Kiku's gasp. Kiku was breathing too fast, gasping and loving every touch, kiss, bite or lick he got. The water and cool night air suddenly too hot. He moaned into Alfred's mouth when he bit down a little harder than expected, feeling him smirk against his lips.

They parted for a brief, stuck moment to catch their ragged breaths. Alfred rested his forehead against Kiku's, slowly cracking his eyes open to stare down at him not unlike a predator. The look was heavy with questions, lust and sex. And something in Kiku wanted to reach out and explore all of it, the delicious thoughts that look brought to him were both embarrassing and enticing.

psst...

Requests are open again...

(Also I know this isn't an accurate portrayal of a Japanese hot spring but I bent the rules for smutty reasons)