AN: Hi guys! Hope everyone had a good holiday/weekend- I know I did! I was really happy that I could see my girlfriend (we've been apart since August), but it made it so hard to let her go.
A quick correction to the end of last chapters Author's Note: I meant to write "the first chapter of my first AU fanfiction". Sometimes I forget to write words into my sentences ^^; Hope that clears up any confusion as to why I had tons of other stories on my profile. Now, on to the story! (Or, in this chapter, glorious man sex time). This chapter is UKxUS, though, so if you don't dig that, skip this chapter but don't fret! I shall put in USxUK later on.
Arthur was picky about most things, and this was something that drove Alfred crazy. For example: stripping had to commence in the room they would end up naked in. There was no trail of clothes leading to the bedroom. These same clothes (or at the very least, Arthur's) had to be neatly folded and placed aside, not just tossed on the floor. These rules were subject to change if both of them (or just Arthur) were drunk, or otherwise too wrapped up in the moment to care if clothes got wrinkled or dirty. Still, Alfred thought that it took them out of the moment. Love and sex were supposed to be passionate! Reckless! Spontaneous! Folding clothes and carefully placing them aside was such a boring, patient, steady thing to do. But that was Arthur for you, and he loved Arthur more than anything, and so he put up with the his partner's little rituals.
"C'mon," the taller man wheedled, tugging Arthur towards their bed, "I want you."
"So impatient," Arthur chided, although he was smiling. He pushed Alfred down on the bed, his green eyes hungry and devilish, "I suppose that's partially my fault. I give in to you far to easily."
"It's 'cause I'm sexy," Alfred grinned, wiggling his hips enticingly. Arthur scoffed and pressed a demanding kiss to his lips, which Alfred was all too eager to respond to.
"You've been using that line since you were seventeen, don't you think it's time for a new one?" teased Arthur, reaching into the bedside table for lube and a condom, his free hand teasing his lover's body. He smirked as the American writhed and attempted to hold back a moan.
"It's the truth!"
"So it is," purred the Brit, warming the lube on his fingers. He knew Alfred was watching him, already imagining those fingers inside of him. By this point in their relationship, Arthur knew exactly how to make Alfred come- seeing fireworks- by doing nothing more than fingering him. That knowledge was enough for him, unless he was feeling particularly impish, but Arthur liked to keep his lover guessing about whether he actually would or not until the very last possible moment. After all, Alfred loved spontaneity; this was Arthur's way of being spontaneous.
"Let me hear you ask for it," Arthur said softly.
"Please, Arthur!" Alfred groaned, pouting, "I've been waiting ages! C'mon!"
"Very well, then."
Slowly, tantalizingly, Arthur began to prepare his lover- purposely drawing it out. Alfred had yet to learn how to control his eagerness, and Arthur was determined to show him through practice. It wasn't that Alfred's technique was bad, per se- Arthur loved the energy Alfred exuded- just that he needed to understand the different ways to please his lover.
"Hurry up~!" Alfred whined, shifting his hips and grabbing Arthur's wrist, as if to speed the other man's ministrations manually. Arthur grinned and curled his fingers.
Alfred's complaints stopped immediately as he gasped, blue eyes widening slightly. Arthur grinned, fingers rubbing as his smirk widened.
"What was that you were saying, love~?"
"M-more! More, dammnit!" Alfred hissed, rocking against his lover's fingers. Feeling delightfully contrary, Arthur slipped his digits out. The American's eyes narrowed into a glare as he whined at the loss, but his expression brightened when he saw Arthur unwrapping the condom.
"Here, let me," he said, taking the rubber and bottle of lube. Obligingly, Arthur sat back and spread his legs, moaning softly when Alfred rolled the condom on and applied the lube. Alfred might have been clumsy with words, but he was perfectly dexterous with his hands.
"Now who's the one being impatient?" Alfred chuckled as Arthur thrust upwards into his hand.
"Sh-shut up you and get on your back," Arthur snapped, all the heat in his tone taken out by desire, "Or e-else you won't be getting any tonight."
"Aw, is poor Arthur gonna come~?" the American teased even as he obediently laid back, pulling Arthur with him. Arthur growled, and Alfred placed a cheeky kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Refusing to dignify his lover's taunts with a response (although he could certainly think of one! That he was not answering was only a sign of maturity and not at all because he could not think of a retort), Arthur guided himself in. Just for that little comment, Alfred could wait a bit.
"A-Arrrthuurrr..." Alfred moaned loudly, and the green-eyed man clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Keep it down, or I shall have to gag you," he said, wary of the infamous paper-thin walls of apartment buildings, "Be a good lad now, Alfred. Be a good lad, and you will get everything you want and more..."
Slowly, he began to thrust his hips, half-enjoying the way Alfred bit into the back of his hand from crying out, and feeling somewhat more than a little bitter at the restrictions placed on their sex life. He'd have to take Alfred somewhere nice over the next long weekend; somewhere remote, or at least soundproof so he could hear his lover moan and call out his name.
"My beautiful love," Arthur said, picking up his pace and moving Alfred's hand from his mouth to replace it with a kiss. As he used his free hand to stroke Alfred's cock, he nuzzled his partner's neck, longing to leave a bright mark there. It would force him to wear a collared shirt and tie if he wanted to keep it a secret, and he did so love it when Alfred dressed properly (just as it drove Alfred wild when Arthur wore his old t-shirts and jeans).
"Fuck, Arthur! More!" demanded Alfred sharply. Arthur grinned. When Alfred reached this point in his arousal, he would become more and more incapable of forming proper sentences until he came.
Arthur angled himself to strike at his lover's prostate, putting his all into making Alfred feel as much pleasure as possible. He was rewarded by Alfred pulling him in close, fingernails digging into his back and mouth pressed to his collarbone. He couldn't help but think of the stars and stripes that decorated the American flag.
It wasn't long before Alfred came, moaning into Arthur's chest. The British man wasn't far behind him with a series of sort of strangled gasps. After a few moments, Arthur pulled up and disposed of the condom whilst Alfred watched him. In another time, this inspection would have made Arthur self-conscious (still did, a little bit), but Alfred had finally managed to ingrain in him that he was not inspecting faults, but rather studying Arthur's good looks.
Arthur left the bed, kissing Alfred's forehead as he pulled on a robe and went to the bathroom for warm washcloths to clean the pair of them up. He'd have to do laundry and remake the bed tomorrow by himself- one of the drawbacks of having a schedule that did not always match his partner's. Perhaps if he finished quickly enough, he would have some time to relax with a good book and a cup of tea since he had already finished grading papers and making the first exams for his classes.
"Goodnight, Arthur," Alfred murmured as they settled down to sleep. He pulled the smaller man to spoon against him, nuzzling his choppy blonde hair and yawning hugely. "Don't let the bad grammar bite."
"Goodnight, you silly ass," Arthur responded, somehow managing to sound both loving and biting despite his fatigue, "May visions of... of... Arthopods dance in your head."
"Lobsters? I'd rather be dreaming about Arthurs, if you catch my drift."
"...shut up, you."
"Love you too, Artie."
AN: There you have it, a nice little PWP chapter. Thanks to everyone for the great reviews and support- they're really encouraging. I almost didn't try to finish today (school stress had me stomping about and crying like a two year old. ^^' ) but I wanted to get to you as soon as possible because you all are so awesome! I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.