IDEK with this chapter... the ending is weak 'cause I didn't know how to end it, sorry...

So, in this AU Alfred is a little trust fund baby and that's why he can fly all over without that much trouble. His parents aren't entirely supportive of their son's career choice, but they have a deal that says that so long as he is bringing in some money for himself, they will continue giving him his allowance, and a Jones man never goes back on his word. They pay for all his travel and stuff like that, and although they could afford first class, they buy him business passive-aggressively until he decides to get a 'real job', not that he ever plans to, not so long as he can help it.
There is a lot of shipping that goes on between their little youtube groups, on Arthur's end and on Francis'. The most popular one in Arthur's group of gamers being 'FlyingMintHero' (Arthur/Alfred), closely followed by 'MapleFlavouredHero' (Matthew/Alfred), and with 'BruceTheBunny' (Jett/Arthur) coming in at a close third, ignoring, naturally, the dozens of ones that just revolve around them all being in a room together and gang-banging, because that's something the four of them would rather not think about. On Francis' end the whole ordeal involves mostly gang-banging, although Francis refuses to refer to it that way, and upon searching for 'the bad friends trio' porn is probably what you'll find. The 'DasGilbird' crew are all shipped with in another in one way or another, although both Gilbert and Ludwig were horrified to find out that there were fanfictions depicting them together... romantically and... *shudder* sexually. There is little fanfiction of 'The Tomato Gang' and the four of them are incredibly grateful, not that they don't find it flattering, but it is just a little creepy... right?

Enjoy ;)

Arthur moaned into Francis' mouth as he was pushed back onto the sofa, the Frenchman's nimble fingers already having worked their way into Arthur's jeans.

He pulled away, groaning and throwing his head back, "You choose the most inopportune moments to get horny," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut, "They're going to be here any minute."

Francis just smirked, leaning down to kiss down Arthur's neck, and to Francis' delight, he tilted his neck to give him better access, "I don't see you complaining, if you were that worried about them coming you wouldn't be quite so eager now would you?"

Arthur let out a strangled laugh, "You make it hard to say no."

Francis smiled against Arthur's neck, pushing their hips just a little closer together in a way that he knew drove Arthur absolutely mad, "I do no such thing," he replied, "I make it easy to say yes."

He then did something with his hand that had Arthur reaching up to kiss him again, "Jesus Christ Francis," he groaned through their lips, "If we get caught I'm going to kill you."

Francis hummed in a way that said he knew exactly what would happen if they got caught, but he had decided that he didn't much care, "You need to relax, my dear." He chuckled, "How else am I supposed to suitably ravish you?"

Arthur grumbled something inaudible, making Francis chuckle again, but before he could make another lewd comment they were interrupted by a shout of, "We heard the moaning! You better get your pants up pretty damn quick, or else we're coming in any way!"

Arthur pushed Francis off him and onto the floor so fast that Francis barely had time to lament his loss before Arthur was angrily growling something along the lines of "I told you so you idiot!" and trying to make himself presentable.

Francis just sighed and flicked his hair out of his hair, "Could you not have waited five more minutes?" he called, as Alfred entered the room, a smug grin on his face.

"Could you not have decided to have sex five minutes earlier?" Matthew replied as he entered behind him. "You knew we were coming."

"I cannot control when and where the mood strikes me," Francis said, waving a hand at them nonchalantly, "And for all we knew you were going to be another hour."

Matthew raised an eyebrow, shaking his head and heading for the kitchen, "I'm making coffee, that flight was awful."

"Oh god, it was fucking painful, you don't even know." Alfred said, flopping back onto the couch that had not just been defiled by Arthur and Francis, and taking his glasses off so he could rub tiredly at his face.

"What, did you have to ride economy or something?" Arthur asked a little bitterly, making Francis bite his lip to contain a chuckle.

"Hardy har har." Alfred replied, narrowing his eyes at the Brit's slightly smug smile, "No, but we did have to sit next to this business asshole who complained about everything, I swear, I was going to punch him in the face."

"Ahh," Francis sighed wistfully, "The pains of business class."

"Can it Francis." Alfred grumbled.

"Why is your first solution to everything just to punch it in the face?" Arthur asked sceptically.

"It's the 'American Way' I think." Matthew said, returning with two cups of coffee clutched in his hands. He handed one to Alfred who took it graciously and practically inhaled it, making Matthew raise his eyebrow just a little, "Something about exercising their freedom."

Alfred muttered something that sounded distinctly like "Damn right" through his coffee, as both Arthur and Francis scoffed lightly.

Matthew rolled his eyes with a small smile, turning to Arthur and Francis, the latter of which was still sitting on the floor, "Thank you again for letting us stay here," he said, smiling politely, before turning to Francis and saying something in sceptical French.

Francis chuckled lightly, before replying something that made Matthew grimace, shooting back something that sounded irritated and making Francis laugh again.

Alfred glanced dryly at Arthur who had a semi-amused eyebrow raised at the two of them, who seemed to now be in some kind of verbal sparring match that neither Arthur or Alfred were good enough at French to decipher at such a speed. Alfred rolled his eyes irritably, "I swear they do this on purpose," he grumbled.

"I should imagine it's rather refreshing to speak in one's mother tongue every now and again," Arthur replied, shrugging slightly.

"I should imagine it's rather refreshing to speak in one's mother tongue every now and again," Alfred repeated in a poor mockery of Arthur accent, pinching his nose to make it sound nasally and twisting up his face childishly.

"Now that's just immature." Arthur frowned.

"Now that's just immature." Alfred repeated again, his lips twitching in a smirk.

"Alfred!"

"Alfred!"

"Alfred!" came the moan from the other side of Arthur's recording room door, "Alfred, yes harder!" Laughter erupted from inside, followed by the choked out "Arthur moaned, as Alfred- Jesus Christ I can't read this anymore!"

Francis rolled his eyes, this was one of Alfred's more ridiculous video ideas, but he did have to admit that sitting on the other side of the door with Matthew at his side and a bowl of popcorn between them, listening to the two of them struggle through the most erotic fanfiction that the former could drag up from the darkest depths of the internet for them to read was rather funny.

"No, no, keep going," Alfred laughed, and even from the other side of the door, Francis could hear his cringe as he said, "I wanna hear more about me pounding you into the mattress!"

"Where did Francis and Matthew find this?"

"Dude, you obviously haven't seen Matt's internet history."

"I heard that! My porn is none of your concern!" Matthew called, smirking at Francis, and making him chuckle as he popped another piece of the popcorn in his mouth, he didn't much care for it, but it was convenient to shove some in his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Forget it," Arthur said, "let's just start another one."

"Sure thing. How 'bout this one, it's called, 'Kissing me softly'..."

Francis could feel Arthurs grimace from where he sat, and smiled to himself as Arthur began to read, "Arthur was sat in his recording room, setting up his equipment in preparation for the video he was due to record later with his favourite American- oh, this is starting off well..."

"Shut up, just keep reading."

"He had been waiting months for him to visit again, and this time, with Arthur's boyfriend out of the way, they would have the apartment to themselves for a while- Eugh, this is going to be one of the ones where I cheat on Francis but feel no remorse, isn't it. It's good that the fans think I'm a massive dickhead." Arthur sighed, but continued, "And he couldn't wait to finally feel those soft... Freedom-laced lips- 'Freedom-laced lips' What on earth are 'freedom-laced lips'?"

Alfred snorted, "Dude, I don't know, but apparently I have them."

"Freedom-laced lips against his own once more- My god, I sound like a teenage girl - All of a sudden he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind and an equally strong American drawl whisper,"

"'Hey there baby, did you miss me?'"

"Oh for the love of- 'Of course I missed you,' Arthur replied, spinning in his chair so that he could kiss his beloved American hero, 'My fantasies can only satisfy me for so long'- God, why?"

The pair outside the door laughed along with Alfred, as the latter choked out the next line, "'Well, you don't need to fantasise anymore, because I'm here to help you out now.'"

"He leant forward to capture the smaller Brits lips in a passionate embrace- Not once have I ever captured anyone's lips in a passionate embrace, what does that even mean?"

"It's like-" There were some slurping noises from the other side of the door.

"Alfred, stop being so crude."

"We're reading a story about us having sex."

"This was your idea."

"Just keep reading."

"Arthur moaned, tugging on Alfred's shirt to bring them closer together as he whispered huskily, 'I want you,' smashing their lips back together- Hello, broken teeth- and groaning, 'inside me'- okay, not only is that ridiculous, why am I always on the bottom in all of these? Do I give off that kind of vibe or something?"

"Maybe it's 'cause you actually do it with dudes?"

"And that means I've always got to get it up the arse?"

"I guess so. I mean, can you actually imagine me getting it up the ass?"

"I've never deigned to think about it, quite honestly. Should I keep reading?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"It's your line anyway."

"Oh, ahem- 'Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow'- I hate to say it, because you're the critical one here, but isn't this a secret relationship?"

"It's implied to be, but we've seemingly forgotten about it, anyway- Arthur dragged Alfred from the room and toward the true setting for their debauchery-" a heavy sigh, "- the place where he and his supposed beloved had lain together only the night before- I can't read this anymore."

"Yeah, this is getting dark, I mean you don't even seem to care..."

"PSA to any fanfic writers watching, don't do this," Arthur said, a grimace in his voice, "Write about my having sex with whomsoever you choose, but please don't make me seem as if I would throw away my fiancé without a second thought."

Francis smiled softly from the other side of the door as Arthur continued, "I don't give a shit who you think I should be with, I've chosen Francis for myself, and if you could at least respect that enough not to make my fiancé seem like the heartless beast that's keeping me from my 'true love' or whatever, that would be great."

He sighed heavily, "That's enough of this for today, I think, I'll let you sign off, I'm going to kiss my fiancé..."

Arthur's fingers traced lazy patterns down Francis' back they kissed languidly, in bed, but fully clothed and in no rush to remove them. Their legs were tangled together underneath the sheets, Francis' feet rubbing gently up and down Arthur's calf as his fingers caressed his cheeks and neck.

He let out a content sigh against Francis' lips, making the Frenchman in question smile a little and nip at Arthur's in return.

Arthur chuckled a little, "Play nice." He said softly, not breaking their kiss.

Francis hummed in response, "I am," -kiss- "I don't want to ruin this," -kiss- "I love it when you," -kiss- "Kiss me like this," -kiss- "I feel so special."

Arthur smiled gently against the always soft lips of his partner, content to leave their conversation there.

Neither of them spoke again until Francis felt Arthur fall asleep against him and kissed his forehead with a whispered, "Bonne nuit, mon petit lapin." Before settling down to sleep himself.