Hi everyone! Exciting news, as of 6/27 I'm a parent! Since I'm on parental leave from my work, I finally had some time to write a bit again. Please enjoy this fucked up fic!
Pairing Order: RusAme, side FraRus
Rating: M
Prompt: Ivan and Alfred reconnect after many years and cheat to be with each other. Mildly dubious consent!
"You seem distracted," Francis murmured, his voice softly muffled from between Ivan's thighs. His lover's attention quickly returned, the larger man's gaze darting down to his lap to the head of pretty blond hair there. Ivan shuddered as a ghost of a breath tickled his softness, Francis having worked diligently there for a bit now. With a grimace, Ivan pursed his lips and shook his head, managing a cringe of a smile that he hoped didn't look as fake as it felt.
"No, I'm not. Keep going," he requested only half-heartedly, and to his disappointment and relief, Francis sat all the way up and just loomed over him. He was smiling, for some reason, ever patient and ever doting.
"Mon amour, mon petit chou, if your heart isn't invested, this won't feel good for either of us," Francis reminded him gently, his delicate and manicured hand reaching up to cup Ivan's face. With a gentle motion, he turned Ivan's cheek and gave him a kiss there. Ivan pulled back just a bit from his rough stubble, letting his fakeness fall away again.
"I'm… sorry," he managed that much at least, Francis helping him pull his pants back up into place. For some reason Francis was still smiling at him all the same, but Ivan couldn't miss the secret edge of disappointment on his face as well. His boyfriend of five years settled down next to him, the two just sitting up in bed side by side. Francis exhaled softly and lay his head down on Ivan's shoulder, curling up with him like a contented cat.
"We could talk about it, if you'd like."
"Talk about what, exactly?" Ivan swallowed, stiffening with anxiety.
"Whatever it is that's on your mind, of course."
"No, I- I'm just tired. I'll have more energy next time, okay? I promise," Ivan swore despite his words being empty lies, the same lie he's told his loyal love countless times recently. Francis gave him a look, a wary, uncertain look, and nodded, nuzzling a bit closer.
"Alright. Let's sleep then."
[-]
"Vanya!" Alfred's brassy voice hailed him, the boisterous fireball bounding across the bar with bright eyes. Ivan chugged his shot of vodka before turning to him. Really, did he honestly think he was prepared to witness Alfred in all his glory again? Seeing him two weeks ago at a random bookstore after years apart had shocked Ivan straight back to his high school identity crises, all at once completely overwhelmed by the incredible person his crush had grown into.
Chatty, passionate, friendly Alfred instantly recognized him even after more than a decade of being apart, and Ivan forgot how to breathe ever since. A too-quick conversation later and they'd exchanged compliments, re-exchanged phone numbers, set up a date, and Ivan still couldn't quite remember how his short-circuited brain had accomplished all that.
"It's so good to see you, dude! I still can't believe you had another growth spurt after high school! You're built like a tank!" Alfred gushed over him, grabbing Ivan up in a fierce hug and clapping a hand to his back with all the affection he used to show in high school. A breathless, excited laugh got squeezed out of Ivan, and he managed to give Alfred a hug in return.
"Your hair looks nice, short like this. You haven't dyed it, have you?" Ivan asked, and daringly carded his fingers through the soft and gently styled locks. Alfred grinned cheekily up at him, separating so that he could take a seat on the stool next to his long-lost friend and secret admirer.
"Nope! Just got a ton a sun while doing volunteer work. I spent all summer building and repairing houses and doing community service with kids. If you think my hair looks different, you should see my tan lines! I got a wicked farmer's tan and a sock tan from it all," Alfred chattered away, pausing only to order himself a fruity drink off the menu card from the bartender. Ivan's heart skipped.
"If the tan is that bad, you should have just done it shirtless," Ivan's throat went dry, trying not to put too much energy into picturing Alfred without a shirt on, all those crisp tan lines on display. Alfred snorted with amusement, flashing his ID and dazzling smile to the man making his drink.
"Yeah, I should've. But somehow I don't think the Christian moms of the youth group I was chaperoning would've liked that," he snickered, folding his hands together and leaning over the bar. He let his chin rest on his laced fingers, tilting a coy and quizzical look at Ivan. "But enough about me. How's life treated you after high school, Vanya?"
"Ah, it's fine," he answered cryptically, avoiding Alfred's gaze as his boring office job life reminded him of his existence. Alfred still had so much youthful energy, so much spunk and fire… He had to come up with something worthy of one-upping Alfred's gorgeously toned and tanned body stories. "I'm dating someone."
"Oh, yeah? That someone have a name?" Alfred's eyes widened behind his glasses, clearly surprised by the news. "Lonely Ivan finally got himself a girlfriend, huh?"
"A… boyfriend, actually. His name is Francis, he works in marketing for a wine company nearby," Ivan explained, a little stunned to find Alfred's jaw on the floor. His blond friend quickly composed himself, a wicked little grin on his face.
"Boyfriend, huh? What a coincidence. I knew there was a reason we were so close in high school. Congrats on leaving the closet, dude," Alfred's warm hand pat his back again. Ivan felt like he was in heaven under that perfect touch. "Wanna see my BF?"
Ivan winced slightly, just as surprised. Alfred pulled up a picture on his phone, but Ivan couldn't really look at the person Alfred had chosen to dedicate his love and affection to. "Ah, he's handsome," Ivan managed the praise, and lucky for them both Alfred's drink arrived a moment later. Ivan requested a refill for himself, needing to douse himself with something cold to shock his system.
This was happening all too fast. First, seeing Alfred again and making plans to hang out. Second, learning that Alfred was also gay, or at minimum felt attraction for other men. Third, any chance Ivan had with Alfred was dashed aside, because they both had boyfriends.
"Yeah, he's great. We're long distance right now while he's finishing his graduate studies, so our relationship is actually pretty open. We both know we love sex and intimacy too much to be exclusive while we're apart," Alfred continued, looking at the photo on his phone with a certain fondness before he pocketed it. Ivan's eyes widened.
"Open?"
Alfred gave him a slightly confused look. "Uh, yeah. For us, it's okay to have sex with people outside of the relationship, just so long as we don't end up crushing on the other person enough to want to break up. It's nice like that! I can still get my needs met and then have my person still love me and be with me. Ya know?"
"B-but you don't sleep with just anyone, do you?" Ivan gulped, the wheels in his brain starting to turn as the door of opportunity cracked open slightly. Alfred blinked, sputtered over a laugh, and took a long swig of his drink.
"No, no of course not. Only when the mood strikes me, and only if I know a person well enough to assume I won't get gutted like a fish after," he snickered, Ivan starting to blush. He dropped his gaze, unable to stop it from lingering on Alfred's lap.
"Well… is the mood striking you now?" Ivan asked, Alfred perking up and giving him a curious expression. Ivan swallowed. "Just, because, well, ah… Francis and I are also open. And it's been so long since I've seen you… Did you know? I used to have a big crush on you in high school. I idolized you very much, and wanted to be just like you. My therapist helped me realize that it wasn't that I wanted to be like you, but actually… that I wanted to be with you."
Maybe he'd had too much to drink. Was he really doing this?
"Uh-"
Oh, no. Alfred didn't like that at all. Now they're just staring at each other. Damn it! How could he have blown his chance this badly?! He'd been feeling sexually frustrated ever since their reunion, and hadn't been able to get off with Francis since. Alfred, sexy, beautiful, stunning Alfred, plagued his thoughts and all his fantasies, and now that he was really here, Ivan couldn't help but rush into things.
"That's… wow. That's a lot to take in. I'm flattered, dude," Alfred's cheeks were starting to turn red, and Ivan was slow to realize that his crush was actually considering it. "You sure you're okay with it? I mean…"
"It's okay, if you don't want to," Ivan mumbled as if he were apologizing for something he wasn't actually sorry for, a spark of hope still burning in his chest. Alfred smiled a little shyly, taking a sip of his drink.
"Nah, I didn't say that. Sex with you? Honestly… that sounds pretty fun. Let me finish my drink though, and then we can head back to my place?"
Ivan realized with an excited nod that yes, he really was in heaven.
[-]
Alfred's apartment… wasn't exactly what he expected. Unwashed laundry lay about here and there, a few beer cans sat empty on the counter, a large pile of video games piled high on top of a game console on the floor… He sheepishly glanced towards Alfred, his handsome boycrush, who casually shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto the back of a chair. "You can leave your shoes at the door, my room's just a bit further back. Bathroom's on the left if you need it before we start," Alfred grinned, giving him a wink and comfortably strolling to the other end of the apartment. Ivan nodded slowly, stepping out of his shoes and removing his scarf and coat a second later. He found an empty hanger in the coat closet and put away his things, chastising himself internally for being so judgmental about Alfred's living space. Sure, it didn't compare at all to Francis' neat upkeep of their own apartment, but it also wasn't the worst mess he'd ever seen.
He followed after Alfred into the bedroom, seeing him just finishing making up the bed. The room was pretty simple overall, a bookshelf with comics on one side, an open closet door revealing a messy closet floor on the other, and a full size bed in the center with a plain black comforter and a handful of pillows. He finished his sweep of his surroundings just in time to catch Alfred facing him with a wide and excited grin on his face.
"So, hey, are you like a bottom? Or a top?" Alfred asked him directly, catching Ivan a bit off guard. His mouth flapped a bit, not quite sure how to answer a question like that. Alfred's grin stretched a little wider, and suddenly he was approaching, walking closer, closer- "Cuz I'm more of a vers myself, so if you have a preference I can be flexible for you. But, man," Alfred reached up, smoothing his hands across Ivan's chest, touching him as casually as if they'd been dating all these years since high school. "Your ass looks divine in those pants. Mind if I cop a feel?"
"Wh- ah, uhm," Ivan was at a loss for words, staring down at Alfred's excited face. He wanted to touch Ivan that much? And his compliment… for some reason, didn't make Ivan feel as sexy as he thought it would have. Alfred just chuckled at him, snaking his arms around his frame and giving his ass a firm squeeze, groping Ivan with a certain unshakeable excitement.
"Damn, that's nice," Alfred praised, nuzzling his face into Ivan's chest a moment later. "Nice cologne, too. What do you use?"
"It's not mine, I just used Francis'," the explanation came out in a crushed gasp, Ivan's cheeks heating up more and more. He was a bit on the thicker side by any standard, his chest rather plush and soft since he hadn't bothered with a gym in many, many years. Francis always praised his figure, appreciating him as he was and never even mentioning products or diets or suggestions for him to change. Something in his chest clenched as Alfred rubbed his bony cheek up against him, slightly skewing his glasses.
"Sexy, sexy, I like it. Mind if I strip you? I wanna see what's underneath all these layers-" Alfred paused, blinking and fixing his glasses with a gasp. The noise made Ivan flinch, his shoulders rising self-consciously as Alfred's hands brushed up to his shoulders and then his nape. "Your scarf! I don't think I've ever seen you without it before!"
"Oh, really?" Ivan kind of wished he had it back on. When had he stopped being so uncomfortable without it? It was second nature now to take it off before sex, since Francis liked kissing and petting his neck while they were being passionate. Alfred's rough hand pressed to the back of his neck and pulled him down, planting a firm and ferocious kiss on his mouth.
"You look damn fuckable without it," Alfred licked his lips when they separated, grinning ear to ear as he grabbed Ivan's hand next, pulling him over to the bed and away from the safety of the wall. "But yeah, anyway, you gonna strip? Or can I rip those clothes off you?"
"I'll do it," Ivan gently pulled his hand away, distracting himself with his shirt buttons. His heart was hammering loudly, and he realized after a moment of fumbling that his hands were shaking quite a bit. Was he really that excited? Alfred's smile stayed in place, and he made a little show of yanking his shirt off and happily kicking aside his pants. He hadn't fibbed even a little bit, his skin was a variety of different tanned shades, with just his groin and upper thighs revealing a pale tone. For some reason Ivan had thought it would be more appealing, but Alfred was still Alfred, so he wasn't necessarily unpleasant to look at, just… more of a surprise than Ivan had anticipated.
"Wow, just- you really know how to turn a guy on, Vanya," Alfred praised him eagerly, Ivan blinking as he shrugged out of his shirt. How was he even supposed to react to that, with Alfred already touching himself and giving him a look so desperately hungry? Alfred's hands found his waist, those fingers dipping under the cloth as he reached up to steal another passionate kiss. "Who knew you'd grow up into such a beauty?"
"Alfred," Ivan mustered all his strength to breathe the word, letting his eyes slip closed as he let those hands slip all the way down the back of his pants to settle on the curve of his ass. Alfred pressed close again, his breath warm and panting against his chest as he kept squeezing and teasing. He leaned up on tiptoe one more time, catching the lobe of Ivan's ear between his teeth.
"Bend over the bed," he whispered the command, stepping aside to give space for Ivan to obey. In one fluid motion Ivan found himself face-down in Alfred's sheets, and for a distracted moment he wondered when Alfred had washed them last. But the thought wasn't distracting enough for him to miss the feeling of his pants pooling around his ankles, his underwear stretched around his thighs. Clenching his hands in the blanket, he sheepishly glanced back at Alfred, listening to the click and smear of a bottle of lube spreading its contents over Alfred's hand. So fast! How was it even possible to move so fast? When did Alfred have time to get lube? He felt like his head was spinning, his stomach churning under him.
The first finger had him wincing, his face pinched with discomfort as he could just barely feel it squirm and prod around. But the second-
"Wait," he gasped out the plea, Alfred needing a moment to pause what he was doing. Ivan struggled for breath, his knees feeling weak as he leaned heavily into the bed for support. Those two fingers curled one more time inside him, Ivan fisting the sheets a bit tighter. "I- ah, let's switch," he managed to request. He wasn't exactly ready for when Alfred curled and rubbed his fingers again, brushing up against his sweet spot.
"Aw, ya' sure?" Alfred whined, relishing his fleeting last moments inside of his long lost friend. Ivan yelped softly, screwing his eyes shut tight and silently begging not to be screwed himself. But Alfred withdrew his hand, even if it took a moment. "Okay, I guess. It'll take me a minute to get prepped, though."
"It's fine," Ivan reassured him, pulling his pants back up most of the way, just enough to keep his cock out. His surprisingly limp cock out. He stared down at himself, a bit taken aback by his lackluster reaction as Alfred sprawled out on the bed.
"Hey," Alfred called his attention, Ivan whipping his head up to look at him. Were they going to postpone this? Alfred smiled widely, still looking like he'd won a most fabulous prize. "It'd be super sexy if you touched yourself to me while I finger my ass," he purred out the depraved request, Ivan blushing. It… would be a little sexy to do that… right? Alfred put his pre-lubed hand to good use, moaning with excitement as he took two fingers readily, a third easily-
Ivan remembered the request and snapped to work, catching his length in his hand and obediently stroking it. His gaze took a moment to have enough courage to wander up and fixate on Alfred, mesmerized by the way his hole stretched so easily to accommodate his hand. He was surprisingly bare down there- did he wax? Maybe shave? When was the last time Ivan had done that? Francis' hair always grew in dark and thick, and they'd mutually given up on trying to get rid of their patches.
"Nnngh, fuck, I can't wait to have you in me, Vanya," Alfred groaned pleasurably, letting his head tip back as he spread his legs open in a wide invitation for him. Ivan blushed, a shy smile on his face now.
"Where are your condoms?" Ivan asked, glancing around. The lube sat pleasantly on the bedside table, but he didn't see any of those telltale packets. His crush grumbled up a huffy noise, dragging a calf along Ivan's leg.
"Don't worry about it, you can just rawdog me," Alfred encouraged him, swiping a tongue across his lips as he coyly tilted his head. Ivan gasped in shock. Did that mean there weren't any nearby? Was he- was he not going to use one if he had topped?
"N-nyet," Ivan shook his head slowly. "I'll use a condom," he explained and took a moment to search around for some. His temporary lover sighed with lament, resting his weight on his elbows so he could help.
"There's some in the drawer over there, there's a box in the back," Alfred directed him, Ivan thankfully fetching one of the little wrappers. He pulled one over his length, needing to pump and stroke himself again to stay all the way up and lubricate at the same time. He returned to his standing position, Alfred's legs hugging around him and drawing him in nice and close. "C'mon, quit teasing and fuck me already!"
"Alfred," Ivan blushed but lined himself up, his heart hammering wildly. Alfred wrapped his arms up and around his shoulders and neck, pulling him down to lay on top. His mouth was right next to Ivan's ear again, his breath hot and unbearable.
Alfred's long, drawn out moan echoed in Ivan's head when he sank all the way down to the hilt inside of his throbbing warmth. Those arms and legs tightened around his frame, Alfred clinging to him for support now that Ivan speared him so deeply. "Oh, fuck, yes… Vanya."
Ivan's nickname dripped like sweet honey from Alfred's lips, his expression nothing but blissful and adoring when Ivan experimentally started to move. Never had he heard his nickname been purred with such sexual possessiveness, loaded with emotion and desire- Francis always addressed him gently, lovingly, with respect for his space. But Alfred?
Alfred craved him, and showed it in the way he dug his nails into Ivan's shoulders and neck, the way he grit his teeth and smiled at the same time, the way he took Ivan's earlobe between his teeth again. Ivan withheld as many of his whimpers and groans as he could, holding his breath as he stared down at his old crush. Were they really doing this?
They were really doing this. The bed creaked under the force of Ivan's hips drilling roughly into Alfred, each slap of skin accompanied by an overjoyed yelp from him. Had sex always been this- loud? Ivan's ear hurt.
"I want your cum in me, Vanya. I'll let you throw me up against a wall any time you want, I want to be your fucktoy bitch," Alfred mewled deliriously, except it was harder and harder for Ivan to process just what was happening. What on earth was Alfred talking about? It was like he'd forgotten all of his English lessons and was drowning in a pool of confusion. His body was on fire, gripped and possessed with such ferocity he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get out.
"Alfred-" he panted again, startled from his scrambled thoughts by another kiss full of teeth and tongue. Alfred grabbed him tighter, tighter, cheeks flushed and eyes partially rolled back.
"Fuck-!" Alfred yelped on a particular thrust, a warmth splashing up against Ivan's stomach when Alfred finally released him to arch back on the mattress. Ivan watched the erotic display with wide, barely focused eyes, slowly pulling himself out and rubbing his own orgasm off into the condom. He stared blankly at the tip of it swelling, then let his gaze wander up over Alfred's heaving, breathless body. "Oh… fuck, that was incredible… thanks, daddy."
Ivan blushed and couldn't look at the flirty wink Alfred gave him, the wheat blonde sitting up and catching him by the cheek. They kissed once more, Alfred exhaling a thoroughly pleasured sigh into Ivan's mouth. Ivan accepted it, letting his eyes flutter closed so he could finish processing what had happened.
"So… I think I have a sleeping shirt that could fit you, and don't worry, I'll wash the sheets before we fall asleep," what was Alfred saying now? Ivan didn't understand. "We can watch a movie or something until then! Though honestly, I'll be up for round two if you give me a bit. Have you had dinner? I can order us a pizza."
Dinner.
Ivan gasped softly, standing up straight once he finished knotting off his condom. Francis usually cooked for the both of them, and insisted on making dinner time a special time for the two of them to talk and reconnect after a day apart. He had to go home.
"I have to go home," Ivan explained, gathering up his clothes and not looking to see Alfred's pout. He ignored the whine that followed, dropping the condom off into the closest trash bin. He wished he could fit his entire self into that bin.
"Aw, seriously? Can't you stay even a little longer?" Alfred pleaded, standing up so he could follow Ivan around the room, his legs visibly wobbling a bit. Ivan just shook his head, which stopped Alfred in his tracks. "Oh… okay. Well, just text me when you want to hang out again. I really want to do this again with you."
"Sure, I'll text," Ivan promised, freezing up when Alfred caught him by the arm again. He turned to look, getting one more kiss on the lips. Alfred pulled back, smiling kindly at him, his expression all soft and loving.
"Okay. I'll see you next time then. Thanks for the amazing fuck."
"You're—" Ivan thought of a hundred different ways to end that sentence, but settled instead on, "welcome. Good night, Alfred."
"Night, Vanya," Alfred wished him well on the porch step, Ivan fixing his coat and his scarf. He walked out into the early night, the street lamps starting to come on. He pulled his phone from his pocket, deleting the text Alfred had sent him without bothering to read it. He went to speed dial when he found a city bench to sit on, blearily wiping his eyes as he listened to the line ring.
"Allo?"
"Francis," Ivan's voice choked on a sob, instantly cracking from overwhelming sadness. His boyfriend gasped on the other side of the line, and Ivan could hear him lurch up from wherever he was sitting. "Could you come p-pick me up?" Ivan requested tearfully, needing to rub his eyes again as his chest seized.
"Of course, of course— where are you now? What happened? Are you hurt?" Francis checked all the bases, Ivan mumbling his general location to him.
"I'm… fine. Francis, I'm so sorry- I made a terrible, terrible mistake— you'll never forgive me," Ivan sobbed harder, Francis going quiet on the line, just listening to Ivan break down. Eventually he sighed, but even that sounded patient and soft.
"I had a suspicion about this. It's okay, mom petit, I'll come and pick you up and we can talk about it. Oh, don't cry, my love," Francis cooed to him, doting and loving and so far out of Ivan's league. "Everyone makes mistakes. I'm just glad you told me. Stay on the line with me until I get there, I don't want you going anywhere else."
"Yes, I-I will, Francis, I swear," Ivan sniffled, his heart beating double time as they kept each other occupied with small talk.
[-]
"Ugh, fuck," Alfred moaned over himself, cumming for the second time, now that Ivan had left. He panted hard, cheeks flushed and body trembling as the mental image of Ivan still hovered over him. He rolled over on his bed, face down in those dirty sheets they'd fucked on. "Vanya— I can't believe I finally got to sleep with him!"
He laughed ecstatically, pulling up his phone again and gazing lovingly at the photo he'd snapped of his ages-old crush. Ivan really had grown into a stupidly handsome man, with a sharp jaw and nose, soft voice, great hair— and an amazing dick. Alfred pecked a kiss to the screen with a schoolgirl giggle, hugging it close to his chest. But then-
His phone rang in his hand, his good mood only partially soured when his dumbass boyfriend called. "Hey," Alfred answered simply, his boyfriend barely exchanging a greeting in return before going on and on about whatever he was talking about. Alfred listened for only a minute and then cut him off, a big smile on his face. "I'm breaking up with you."
"And-what? What did you say?"
"I said, I'm breaking up with you. We're done. I've got my eye on someone new. I'll ship you your shit, so don't come home to the States again, okay? Bye!" Alfred made a kissy sound and hung up, blocking the number before he'd have to deal with him any longer. He flipped back to Ivan's photo, sighing dreamily as he looked him over again. "Love you, Vanya. I'm gonna be the best boyfriend you've ever had, promise."
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