A/N: I'm changing the status of this story, because I keep coming back to do more... :DDD
Toxic- Glee Cast
Arthur curled his fingers into the hair on the nape of the Alfred's neck, flinging a leg over the thigh of the man in front of him and rocking his hips into his, tossing his head back so he was looking at the ceiling and flicking a tongue out to lick at his lips. His head was buzzing and spinning and all he could feel was the heated skin in front of him, the pulsing heat in the air surrounding their bodies.
Alfred's hands came up to grip at his leg and Arthur shuddered; the simple touch felt amazing on his bare skin. He wrapped his other leg around his waist so he was hanging onto him, his arms circling around his neck. Alfred's expression was feverish, but also slightly amused as he noticed the alcohol on Arthur's breath, probably tasting the rum as he kissed him and tangled his fingers in his hair while prodding with his tongue against the younger's.
"Hmph," Alfred pulled away slightly, and Arthur made a complaining sound, moving his lips to his neck. "Arthur... you're completely wasted..."
"I know..." Arthur purred and nipped at his pulse. "Mmm, Alfred you taste so good... you're addicting..."
"Addicting, huh?" Alfred smiled, his hands on his waist. "How so...?"
"You're intoxicating..." Arthur breathed over his lips, staring into his eyes. "Hmm... don't you know that you're toxic...? Yeah, the taste of your lips... mmm..."
Alfred's eyebrows shot up and he grinned, leaning forward so their mouths were just barely brushing.
"Then go on and taste them."
1000 Ships- Rachel Platten
Arthur Kirkland. Student Council President. Also known as the senior with the big eyebrows. As such (the Student Council President title, not the big eye browed senior), it was his duty to attend school events. This particular one was... interesting. They called it "Coffee House", a place to recite poetry, sing songs, and drink the wretched stuff in the school auditorium. Some of the students had some interesting things to share, and he listened and read and took notes that he would take to the next student council meeting.
They were just setting up for the next student, who was apparently singing a song and playing the piano. The people talking quietly at the tables all went silent as they checked their programs, then suddenly cheered- a reaction that no performer had gotten yet. Arthur sighed and turned a page in his novel as the music started. This gathering was nice, yes, but he could be doing other, more pressing things he had yet to attend to-
"I'd go beyond our fighting borders if you needed that from me.
And I'd march with decorated soldiers to get your pretty eyes to see."
Arthur looked up from his book, scarcely believing it. Was that...?
"Well, I would bring your morning coffee; then I'd wrap you up in me.
I'd kiss your belly and your shoulders; cover blankets on our feet."
It was. Sitting at the piano was none other than Alfred F. Jones. Football quarterback star. Also known as the blonde-haired blue eyed senior that was every teenage girl's heart throb.
And apparently, he could sing.
"So slow down, there's some sort of blessing here,
But you have missed your cue."
And sing well. Alfred was eliciting sighs from every girl present and even Arthur couldn't take his eyes off of him.
"So keep your eyes set on the horizon on the line where blue meets blue.
And I'd bet that silver lining, well;
I know it'd find you soon.
Because I have sailed a thousand ships to you,
But my messages don't seem to make it through."
It was at this point that Alfred looked up and met Arthur's eyes. There was a pause as he played only the piano, and a huge grin lit up his face. Arthur flushed and Alfred said, right into the microphone, "This for someone special, and now he knows I mean every word!"
Jet Lag- Simple Plan ft. Natasha Bedingfield
Alfred sighed and rested his cheek on Arthur's pillow- it still smelled like him and his orange and lemongrass shampoo. He stared at the clock. Midnight. Any moment now...
Ring! Ring~!
Alfred got the phone off the hook in one swift, practiced motion and answered quickly. "I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I mi-"
"Good morning, Alfred," Arthur said, sounding a bit tired. "I miss you too."
"What time is it where you are...?" Alfred rolled onto his back, smooshing his face full of Arthur's pillow, inhaling the scent and pretending he was there.
"About six in the morning," Arthur answered after a pause in which he probably checked the clock. "Five more days and I'll be home."
"That's such a looong time..." Alfred sighed, and then perked up a bit. "I've been keeping your picture in my car. Is that creepy? It's taped to my dashboard."
"No, I have one of you in my wallet," Arthur laughed, then went quiet. "...I hate the thought of you all alone. Are you okay?"
"I've been trying to stay busy," Alfred admitted, opening his eyes to the pillow in front of his face. "Tryin' not to think too much about you. But everything reminds me of you. You left your toothbrush in the bathroom, for instance, and I almost cried."
"Tell my toothbrush I miss it too- the hotel ones are nasty..." Arthur paused. "I have to go. My roommate is waking up, and if I don't get to the shower first, he takes up all the hot water."
"Alright, babe," Alfred tried not to sound disappointed. "I'll talk to you soon. I love you. And I miss you."
"I love you too, Alfred, and I miss you more than anything."
Click.
Jar of Hearts- Christina Perri
Alfred held Arthur close as the man's small body was racked with sobs. He felt as though his own heart was breaking, and he could only wrap his arms around him and tell him it was going to be okay. He had no idea if it was going to be okay, but what was he supposed to say?
"Oh yeah, your abusive boyfriend was just bailed out of jail and everything's gonna go to hell, but it's fine!"
Oh please. Alfred's arms squeezed him tightly, his hand gently smoothing Arthur's hair as he cried into his shoulder. He refused to let the bastard back into his head, heart, or home. He still remembered the days when Arthur would visit him and he'd have scratches on his arms, or a bruise on his face. It was always the same three excuses: 'My cat got me', 'I fell down the stairs again', or 'I tripped in the kitchen'. Alfred never believed him.
And it went on until the day when Arthur ended up on his doorstep with blood running down his face and dark purple and black bruises on his arms. It was then that Alfred put his foot down and threatened to go over there and sort out his boyfriend himself if he didn't tell him what was going on right now. Arthur had been terrified that Alfred would be hurt and confessed to six months of abuse. Six entire months of physical and verbal assault. Alfred was horrified, and convinced Arthur to call the cops.
The man had been arrested and put in jail, and for a year, Arthur was slowly making a recovery. And Alfred was there for him, for the first three months as a friend, and then more recently, something a bit more.
Yet now he was back, and the fact that such a dangerous man was roaming the streets again terrified Arthur, and Alfred too.
Alfred held his partner close, kissing his hair. No one was going to touch Arthur again.
If I Die Young- The Band Perry
Blonde hair, just as unkempt and messy as it had been two days ago. Dark lashes that brushed pale cheeks lightly cast a slight shadow over his relaxed face. Light pink lips were opened ever so slightly, tinged orange by the light of the morning sun. A cool breeze blew over the lake, rustling the black clothes of the people standing next to the water's edge, and sending a gentle ripple through his own white ones.
Red roses were scattered around his horizontal body, a beautiful contrast with the pale skin and white clothing. The only piece of jewelry on him was a gold band around his finger. The sun rising over the lake cast pink, orange, and lavender rays across the morning sky, staining the white clouds in the pastel colors. A willow tree sighed as the breeze passed through its branches, and a bird could be heard singing.
A young man came up to the bed of roses. He was wearing black like the others, a gaunt expression on his face. He wore an identical golden ring and paused when he came to the other, blue eyes somehow managing to be dull even in the glorious morning light. Bending over him, he let his own lips gently brush the cold, pale pinks ones of the man in the roses.
And then the man gave the coffin a gentle push, and it floated out into the lake, taking the man he loved more than anything with it.
Riot- Three Days Grace
He had enough of this shit.
Alfred stood in front of the steps to the capitol, his hands clenched to his sides. All around him were people just like him. People labeled, people let down, people who had been discriminated against. Three flags were hanging from long metal poles that towered above the crowds of thousands gathered in front of the elaborate marble building- one that was divided by one black half and one white half, one that had a white female symbol on a pink background, and one that had the colors of a rainbow in diagonal lines.
Racism, sexism, and homophobia.
The lower class citizens of the nation were tired of being stepped on. They were tired of jobs being too good for them. They were tired of being treated like they weren't human because of nationality, skin color, gender, or sexuality. It wasn't because they weren't human that they were going to do this.
It was because they were.
Alfred felt a hand enclose around his and looked into the bright green eyes of his partner, Arthur. Arthur smiled encouragingly, and Alfred gave him a small smile back. The two of them were at the front of the huge crowd of protesters, and as the sun broke over the horizon, a cheer went up from the people. The curtains in the windows of the capitol shuddered as the government people, those labeled "perfect" by the laws of the nation, looked out and saw their worst nightmare. All the important people in that building were white, male, and straight. Less important people were white, female, and straight. And that was that. There was no room for anyone else.
A chant began rising from the crowd: "We want freedom! We want freedom! We want freedom!"
The chant only halted amidst screams of terrified people later in the day when the capitol had had enough and began shooting bullets into the disobedient underlings.
Like Whoa- Aly & AJ
It was fast. Too fast.
But it felt good.
Arthur held on tightly, his knuckles white, fingers digging into the soft skin under his hands. Wind blew through his hair like a hurricane, oxygen flowing so rapidly towards him that he couldn't catch his breath. His eyes were watering, the air beating mercilessly into his tear ducts. His stomach flipped over and sank and rose with each dip and drop Alfred took him on.
It was a total rush of adrenaline.
Alfred looked over his shoulder, blue eyes sparkling, and a grin on his face. "You okay?"
"I... I don't know!" Arthur squeezed his eyes shut and held on tighter, tears spilling from under his eyelids. "Don't crash!"
Alfred laughed, the sound tearing away from his throat the moment it left his vocal cords. "As if!"
For a split second Alfred stopped, and Arthur was thrown into his back with a 'oof!" sound. He grabbed onto his shirt and felt the power in the blonde American's thighs as he coiled his muscles, and with a sudden burst of energy, let it all loose in a huge jump that sent them propelling through the air. Arthur might have screamed, but he buried his face in Alfred's neck and wrapped his legs tighter around his waist. They shot into the sky, and Arthur peeked over his shoulder to see the city disappearing below them as the endless expanse of blue and white greeted them.
"Oh...! Oh my...!" Arthur couldn't say much else, and Alfred chuckled. "I... I didn't think you could fly too..."
"I can't," Alfred said smugly.
"What?" Arthur blinked in the sun that suddenly seemed much closer. "But then..."
"What goes up..." Alfred's momentum decreased, and suddenly Arthur could feel them dropping, and his stomach went into his throat. "Must come down!"
Arthur couldn't tell if he was yelling, sobbing, or laughing as they barreled towards the earth.
Probably all at once.
And it felt good.
My First Kiss- 3OH!3 ft. Ke$ha
Alfred was in the car with Arthur when the song came on, and he immediately felt his entire body freeze. It only took a moment for him to register that Arthur had also stopped moving; stopping breathing, really. The tension in the previously relaxed air was tangible.
My first kiss went a little like this:
Smooch~ and twist
Smooch smooch~ and twist
Well, my first kiss went a little like this:
Smooch~ and twist
Smooch smooch~ and twist
Alfred swallowed, willing himself not to look at Arthur, not to let his eyes stray from the road. He couldn't even move his hand to change the radio station. Did he even want to?
I said no more teachers and no more books.
I got a kiss under the bleachers hoping that nobody looked.
Lips like licorice, tongue like candy...
Excuse me miss, but can I get you out your panties?
He couldn't take it. Alfred snuck a look at Arthur and regretted doing so. The Brit's face was completely red, and he knew that the other was thinking exactly what he was.
Their eyes met.
In one motion, Arthur's hand went for his seatbelt while the other went to turn the music up in the same moment that Alfred turned the wheel as fast as he could and forced the car to skid into an empty parking lot behind an old building, away from the main road.
In the back of the car,
on the way to bar.
I got you on my lips. (I got you on my lips.)
At the foot of the stairs,
With my fingers in your hair.
Baby this is it.
Alfred barely managed to unbuckle himself before Arthur was on him, his hand going to the lever that pulled the seat all the way down, his knees straddling him and hips grinding against his. Their lips met fiercely, teeth dragging at tongues, tongues licking and sucking at each other's greedily. Alfred grabbed Arthur's head and pulled him down, mouth opening over his, stealing away his breath. Their fingers twined in each other's hair, and Alfred could feel their hearts beating rapidly.
She won't ever get enough once she gets a little touch!
If I had to my way, you know that I'd make her say;
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh~!
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh~!
She won't ever get enough once she gets a little touch!
If I had it my way, you know that I'd make her say;
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh~!
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh~!
Somewhere Out There- An American Tale
Arthur pressed his nose against the window, the cool glass feeling odd on his nose. His breath created a cloud on the sill, and his hand came up to press against the glass as well, curling into a small fist. His green eyes reflected the millions of stars in the dark sky, the moon casting a perfect glittering circle over his pupil.
He leaned against the window, his cheek pressed against it now, still looking into the night. He sighed, and the cloud on the glass grew bigger. Absentmindedly, he traced a circle with his finger on it, creating a wet path to follow the pad of it. From downstairs, he could hear his parents yelling at each other, his brothers stomping around and being just as loud, arguing and shouting angrily. Arthur peered into the sky, seeking out the brightest star.
"Hello, Alfred," He whispered. "I really miss you. I wish you were here... I know you're somewhere out there, and I know you've probably forgotten about me, but... I haven't forgotten about you. I hope I'll see you again this summer, and even though it's so far away, it's the only thing getting me through these winter days..."
Arthur sighed again and closed his eyes, an ache in his chest.
He didn't know that across the ocean, a certain American boy was looking out his window at the same star, his glasses perched crookedly on the edge of nose. His hands were pressed against the window of his bedroom, and all he could hear was his twin brother's soft snores. His blue eyes also reflected the moon, but unlike Arthur, he smiled.
"I'll find you again, Arthur!" Alfred promised. "You're somewhere out there, so I'll find you!"
Everytime We Touch- Cascada
Alfred's hair was soft and ran through Arthur's fingers like silk, threading through the slender digits easily. His blonde lashes were thick and twitched now and then as his eyes moved under his eyelids while he slept, his eyebrows arched upwards slightly, like he was a bit surprised at something. Arthur moved his hands to gently trace a finger over Alfred's full lips, touching the tiny dip at the top and running under the smooth curve of his lower lip, his fingernail slipping into the American's ever so slightly open mouth.
Arthur smiled as Alfred murmured incoherently for a moment, his arms tightening around the Brit as he slept and brushed a lock of golden hair from his face. He liked admiring Alfred when he slept, as it was usually the other way around- him waking up to see those perfect blue eyes looking at him adoringly. It was a change, seeing Alfred vulnerable and peaceful as his rested, and Arthur tipped his head to the side to get a different view.
Alfred often was the first to fall asleep after they made love; his careful concentration and determination not to use his full strength and hurt Arthur spent his energy, and there was usually a small, sweet exchange of breathless 'I love you's and sloppy, warm kissing until he passed out. Arthur remembered affectionately a time when Alfred had collapsed on top of him and immediately began to snore into his neck, almost crushing him. It hadn't been very fun at the time, as he could barely breathe, but looking back on the adorable expression on his face and the way he held him... well, it was all forgiven very quickly.
"Mmm..." Alfred sighed in his sleep, nuzzling into Arthur's hand that was stroking his cheek. "... 'thur..."
The blonde gave a small snort and began snoring softly, his breath warm on Arthur's face. Arthur closed his eyes and snuggled into his arms, happy to wrap his arms around Alfred's waist, their bare chests touching, the sheets cool around their warm bodies.
It was a perfect night, with the perfect person.
A/N: I think I wrote a few of my personal favorites in this batch! :)
Read and review! :D
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Toxic- Arthur is drunk... and well. Stuff happens. Sexy stuff. ;3
1000 Ships- It seems that Alfred has a little crush on Arthur and decides to express it... through music!
Jetlag- Arthur's on a business trip and he and Alfred can only talk once or twice a day for now more than five minutes... and they really miss each other. :(
Jar of Hearts- Arthur's ex-boyfriend is out of jail, and Alfred, his new lover, is determined to take care of him.
If I Die Young- Arthur, Queen of Spades, is dead. T.T
Riot- In a "perfect" society, Alfred and Arthur stand up for what's right.
Like Whoa- Alfred has superpowers and takes Arthur for a spin.
My First Kiss- It seems that when they hear this song, sex immediately happens. :DDDD
Somewhere out There- Young Arthur and Alfred think of each other one night.
Everytime we Touch- Arthur takes the time to admire Alfred as he sleeps.