- 5 -
Clothes back on, still kissing, the trio made its way through the corridor to Alfred's room. Arrived at the
door Alfred got pushed against it while kissing Francis. The door was closed but Alfred accidently pushed
handle down with his elbow and so they all fell into Alfred's room on top of each other. Although tired
they all had enough energy to laugh about their own stupidity. "Seriously?", Alfred roared with laughter,
"Again? You got to be kidding me!" And his European friends laughed along with him.
Exhausted and puffing they all collapsed on Alfred huge king-sized bed. It really was ridiculously large
and had very many pillows stacked on it. 'Probably to build a fort or whatever', Francis thought. He grabbed
one of the smaller ones and smashed it on Arthur's rump. The Brit remained still, lying flat on the huge
mattress. Francis sat up and looked at Arthur who had closed his eyes with a smile, softly breathing.
Francis yawned and looked over to Alfred's, also huge, wall clock. 2:00 AM. Not that late yet. He saw
Alfred rubbing his eyes and reaching for a big bottle of coke. "Want some?", he asked yawning. "I usually
don't drink that stuff,", Francis said, "But since you tried wine, I could give this a try, don't you think so?"
The two smiled at each other and both took a big pull after on another.
Arthur still lay flat on the bed in between the sitting Alfred and France. Was he really sleeping already?
Alfred looked at his British friend and laid a hand on his forehead. It was warm and his spiky, still a bit damp,
hair tickled the back of Alfred's hand. Arthur should be alright, he thought and he saw Francis nod approving.
They decided to just sleep as well and let the day end here. They took Alfred's enormous blanket, each
one edge of it, and tugged Arthur and themselves up together. Alfred couldn't help hugging Arthur under
the blanket and when he fumbled his way over the Brit's body his hand suddenly met another hand. Francis'
hand did not recoil at all, in stead he pushed his finger between Alfred's and so they lay there holding
hands on top of Arthur's body.
After a while of holding and stroking each others hands, Alfred realized that he wasn't tired anymore and
that he couldn't sleep. Before he could say something Francis whispered; "Zut alors! I can't sleep, because
of you coke" He sat up and looked at Alfred furiously. Alfred also sat up and argued; "I never told you to
drink it", he shouted silently to not wake Arthur, "and for you information, I can't sleep either."
"But you are obviously used to this stuff", Francis bickered, "For me it's the first time" The Frenchman kept
arguing and his voice was getting louder. Alfred was worried that Francis would wake up and because he
didn't know what to argue back anyway he quickly pressed a kiss on Francis mouth to make him shut up.
Francis continued mumbling against his own lips for a while but then finally quit. Holding hands under the
warm blanket and kissing above it, they tried using up their energy so they could finally sleep. But they
knew that it would take a long while when they did it so slowly so they speed up a little and began kissing
heavier. Their hands started moving downwards. Slowly, very slowly they slipped into Arthur's pants and
the two kissers started fooling around a bit. Arthur didn't move, but he certainly felt it because he became
more and more hard between the two warm hands.
Alfred and Francis stopped kissing and puffed. "Our little British friend here seems to enjoy it", Francis
whispered grinning. Alfred laughed softly, "Totally", he said and with a wicked half smile and a look down
at Arthur he added panting, "He feels so good in my hand" Francis took hold of Alfred's chin and dragged
his face towards his own. He kissed him passionately and slowly they got down under the sheets.
Francis searched for Alfred's wanting mouth in the darkness because silently they had agreed to search
until they would find one another. Very near Arthur's crotch, his pants were pulled down by then, they had
finally found each other and immediately started kissing again. But there was something between them.
Something soaring that was touching the two men's cheeks while they kissed. They knew very well what it
was and they started twisting and swirling their tongues around it, still kissing each other. Through the
sheets they could hear Arthur pant, but they knew he wouldn't wake up. The two men, more awake then ever,
panted to and couldn't stop licking Arthur and each other's tongues. They simultaneously went up and down
with their tongues and with their free hands they started caressing each other. Alfred shoved his warm hand
under Francis' shirt and stroked his chest and nipples.
Francis went the other direction. He put his hand into Francis' pants and grabbed hold of him. At the same time
he put Arthur into his mouth as deep as possible and the Brit panted heavily. By that time Alfred and Francis
didn't know if Arthur was sleeping or not, but they didn't care. Now they switched positions from kissing
each other, to giving Arthur head by turns, to licking Arthur together from both sides. Francis liberated both
of his hands and used them to roll up Arthur's shirt. He began kissing the Brit's belly and worked his way up
to his nipples. Arthur arched his back and panted heavily when Francis' tongue caressed his nipples and
Alfred deep throated him at the same time. He was awake just halfway and he heard himself breathing heavily,
but he couldn't figure out if it was a dream or not. But then a strange feeling flowed through his body.
A feeling as if he would burst into pieces. Then it changed and it felt like a heavy warm tingle in his lower regions.
He dug his nails deeply into the sheets as he clutched his hands to fists. This nice, warm, intense feeling,
which took over his body, grew stronger and stronger until it reached its peak. A heavy pant, caused by himself,
made Arthur wake with a start and he suddenly sat up without realizing. Then a bulge raised from below
the blanket and Alfred's head stuck out if it. "Yumm!", he said with a smile, he licked the corner of his mouth
and nodded. Leaning on his elbows, Arthur looked at Alfred very surprised and suddenly he noticed Francis still
stuck under his shirt. The Frenchman popped up and grinned at Arthur. "I want to taste to!", Francis called and
dived under the blanket to find a perfectly clean Arthur. He looked at Alfred disappointedly. "You licked it all up,
America, you greedy", he pouted and then quickly French kissed the American to hopefully get some of Arthur's
flavour that was left in Alfred's mouth. Arthur's eyes widened and his cheeks got red. He had seen the two kiss
often today but this time it turned him on more that it had done ever before. When the two stopped Francis saw
that Arthur had stared at them with an open mouth. "You like that, don't you?", he asked, laughed his French
laugh and continued tonguing Alfred. The Brit nodded quickly and got closer to both of his friends. "Let me join",
he breathed and rested on his knuckles to get closer to his friends and let his tongue join the session.
They swirled and twisted their tongues under, over, between and around each other and all three
of them got very turned on.
- end of chapter 5 -
chapter 6 will be the last one!
