November 18, 2012

According to Plan

Overview: Alfred manages to get Arthur into a Twister game.

Arthur winced as he listened to the ripping of the plastic mat being pulled open. Alfred had spent the last hour begging to play this self-torture excuse of a board game, until Arthur finally relented and the American shot out of his seat to grab the box. Now, he was happily humming to himself as he knelt on the floor, patting the game mat neatly into the carpet as Arthur watched in apprehension.

"O—kay!" Alfred slapped the plastic in triumph, looking up at Arthur in excitement, his eyes gleaming. "Let's play!"

Arthur sighed, and slowly uncrossed his legs. Purposefully avoiding Alfred's eyes, he thought maybe…maybe he could find a way to get out of this.

But he could feel Alfred's eyes locked down on him.

"How did I get myself into this…" Arthur mumbled, more to himself than anything, not noticing the smile that spread across Alfred's lips.

"You know how to play, right?" Alfred reached inside the box to find the wheel, absentmindedly grabbing the instruction manual, examined it, and threw it back inside.

"Supposedly."

Arthur loomed above Alfred, a frown on his face as he stood looking down at the game. He hated how weak he was against Alfred's disappointed eyes. Those glasses did not help. Speaking of which… "Maybe you should take off those glasses before you drop them and step on them." He reached forward, and Alfred was still staring at him with a nauseatingly happy expression.

Once he started pulling them off, Alfred flinched slightly, muttered a "Huh? Oh, yeah…" and chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, yeah, anyways, let's start!"

Arthur sighed, and the game did go as disastrously as he predicted. Actually, it turned out worse.

"Alfred, Alfred, get off me!" Arthur gritted his teeth as his legs trembled, as he tried not to fall.

"Shh, Arthur, I'm concentrating!" Alfred slipped his arm between Arthur's legs, eyeing for the red spot in the middle.

"This is highly uncomfortable, I tell you," Arthur growled. His neck hurt from bending for too long in a position it wasn't supposed to stay in, and his arms ached. This was the most exercise he'd ever had in a month.

"Oh—oh—fuck yeah! I should fucking be on the US Olympics!"

"…You do realize that…"

Alfred waited. "Yeah?"

"Your head is practically in between my legs. And my butt is on your back."

Arthur was completely unprepared to be knocked over and gave a screech of surprise. Alfred shook with laughter, his arms wrapped around his waist as he tried to muffle his chokes by hunching into a ball. Arthur's face heated up and all he could do was glare at the obnoxious man, waiting for him to stop laughing. Arthur saw nothing funny in his comment.

"Sorry, sorry," Alfred chuckled, wiping his eyes. "You said that so matter-of-factly that I just couldn't help it."

Arthur didn't move, his glare starting to make Alfred shift uneasily. Arthur felt satisfaction that he didn't know what to do. "You are insufferable," Arthur said before he leaned forward and grabbed a tuft of Alfred's hair and smacked their lips together, slamming Alfred's back onto the floor. Arthur didn't care since he had Alfred to fall onto.

"Mmph!" Alfred whined in shock and pain at hitting the hard floor. He soon relaxed, and Arthur nipped lightly on Alfred's bottom lip.

"Completely insufferable," Arthur breathed, pulling back.

Alfred grinned, squinting up slightly at Arthur's mock-frustrated face. Alfred knew that look, and he knew Arthur just didn't know how to react. He was getting better, but from time to time Arthur would switch back to his irritated demeanor to replace embarrassment. Alfred reached up and caressed Arthur's cheek, slipping his fingers into the messy locks of hair. He placed some pressure on the back of Arthur's head and said, "Come back, I can't see you clearly." Arthur resisted for a second, before letting Alfred pull him down for another kiss.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

Alfred didn't reply, but pressed their lips together again.

"You're an idiot," Arthur mumbled.

Alfred chuckled. "I still got a kiss from you," he said and pulled Arthur back down.

"How many times are you going to do that?"

"Hmm?"

"—I said, —"

"Yeah?"

"—Let—"

"—me—"

This time, Alfred slipped his tongue inside and Arthur felt his insides knot together, forgetting his protest and losing himself in the sensation. Alfred was warm underneath him, and he reveled in the intimacy.

Once they broke apart, Arthur caught his breath and said, "You suck." It was hard keeping a frown on his face.

Alfred grinned up at him. He whispered, "We could go to the bedroom if you want me to do that."

Arthur stared directly into Alfred's eyes, not believing for the first few seconds what he just heard. Then, he proceeded to slap Alfred on the shoulder as reprimand, only to lean back down to speak into Alfred's ear.

Alfred couldn't scramble to get up fast enough.