Note: First smutty chapter, pretty much throughout, yet only oral in this one~ Enjoy!
Finally, Christmas came. Alfred's only real friend was Arthur still and the jocks still hadn't accepted them. Arthur obviously still hadn't made any other friends. His mother had naturally jumped at the chance when her son had requested to have a friend over for Christmas. By that time, she had accepted Alfred as Arthur's boyfriend, which was a relief as they were finally allowed to cuddle up close or give simple, chaste kisses in front of her. The taller boy was like another son for her, whom she loved as dearly as her own.
His brothers, however, were a different story. They would simply ignore the American at all costs and pretended that he didn't exist. Which was rather annoying when they attempted to come out to his family. Until Christmas. As Arthur opened the door and hugged the taller boy, the three brothers exited the main room and went to him with slightly curious expressions. "Hm, American lad," Allistor acknowledged, earning a slight nod in response. A slight smile formed on his face. "You've been with our Arthur for a month and a half now, you've taken him on numerous dates, always had him beck before curfew and are now spending the week with us. We've decided to accept you as long as when you take his virginity and- or- propose, you man up and stay with him and don't break up over something pathetic."
Despite his boyfriend's embarrassed protests, Alfred smiled contently. "Yeah, I know the safe sex and responsibility drill. When he wants it, at a suitable time, all that stuff. And thank you for the acceptance, bros!" Upon hearing the particular 's' word, their mother poked her head around the door and gave the slightest of smirks as she threw a box of condoms to them.
"Not gonna stop you two if you want to!" she called with an unusually cheery tone. This time, both blushed. Before any other embarrassing event could occur, the Brit led the American up to their shared room, where he unpacked the suitcase in his hand before laying on the bed.
"We could if you wanted," Arthur mumbled as he hid his face. Alfred naturally shook his head.
"You're just saying that because they're expecting us to want to be at it constantly, even in the early stages of the relationship. We can go as far as you want, but not actually screwing yet. Plus I don't want you to hurt on Christmas." Their eyes met for a long moment as smiles played on the corners of their lips.
"Maybe just seeing each other without clothes and such?"
The American gave a nod as he slowly unzipped his brown bomber jacket and slipped it off his shoulders, discarding the clothing on the floor next to the bed. Both hands slowly slipped down to the hem of his shirt, which he fiddled with nervously before lifting it up and over his head. Arthur almost choked at the sight. The skin was somewhat tanned, but showed no tan lines whatsoever. His nipples had already hardened from the cool air, and the muscles of his chest were defined, yet not too exaggerated. Just like the muscles on his lower torso; strong but not over worked. Then there was that light brown trail of hair from his navel towards a rather mysterious, exciting place.
With a deep breath, boots and socks were toed off, then the large hands found their way to the silver buckle of his belt. Said belt was removed slowly, then the button was undone and the fly unzipped to show a hint of his boxers. American flag, naturally. The jeans were slipped off his waist and immediately fell to his ankles, where they were discarded. As Alfred tried to build up the courage to remove the final layer, Arthur couldn't help but stare at the strangely large bulge in his boxers. It clearly wasn't erect, but damn... it looked huge compared to his own. Perhaps because the boxers were so tight that it left little to the imagination.
Yet, imagination wasn't needed at all soon after. Thumbs hooked around the inside of the waistband, then quickly yanked down and discarded of the clothing. As his cheeks began to turn red, Alfred laid down to allow his boyfriend to examine as much as he wanted before removing his own. The expression on the Brit's face was a mix of curiosity and shock as his eyes scanned over the sweet body in front of him then, in an attempt to seem more gentlemanly, connected with the American's eyes again. "Beautiful," he whispered, and left a single kiss just above his navel.
Arthur then rocked back to sit as he inched his grey sweater vest up his torso, then over his head, leaving his hair messy once it was gone. Somehow, he managed to maintain eye contact as each of the buttons popped out of its hole and his shirt was slipped off his shoulders. The difference in their bodies was suddenly very obvious. The Brit's skin was perfectly pale all over, a milky white with not even a hint of tan anywhere. His chest and torso weren't too thin, but were still slim and rather feminine with barely visible muscles. His waist tapered in slightly more than most boys, but not as much as girls; somewhere in between. Then there were his nipples. Both rather soft, but one with a piercing through it. Naturally, Arthur knew what his boyfriend was thinking when the ocean eyes hovered over the dusty pink nub. "When I was sixteen, I figured that everyone saw me as someone who was completely sensible, so I decided to get a piercing there to change that image in my own head." A slight smile tickled the American's lips as he nodded and watched the smaller boy's hands again.
The hands slipped down towards the front of his trousers. Both buttons were undone slowly, then the trousers were slipped off his feminine hips with the fly still up. His boxers, unlike his boyfriend's, were plain and somewhat baggier, which simply aided as they followed his trousers down and were simply discarded. The lack of tan had been maintained down the long, smooth legs, and seemed strangely paler around the general area of his ass. Alfred noted how plump it seemed and how much he wanted to cop a feel, but held himself back with the politest smile that he could muster as he glanced up at Arthur's eyes.
"Well... It's all yours," the smaller boy breathed. He crawled next to the American and laid on his side, patiently awaiting any contact at all. It soon came; his boyfriend's hand slowly ran over the slim waist and down to the ass that he had wanted to touch so badly moments before. His hand gave a gentle squeeze, to which the Brit responded with a soft, innocent noise. He ran one hand down the strong torso as the hands kneaded at his soft rear, then gently stroked over the nearest thigh to where he was. The slightest of shivers was provoked by the touch, and Alfred's tongue was soon toying with the other boy's nipple ring as he found himself getting rather excited by the actions. The hand on his thigh moved up a few inches. It was then that the larger boy snapped.
With no warning whatsoever, Arthur was flipped onto his back with his boyfriend over him, his soft tongue and lips quickly flashing over his nude body in various different places. All over his neck, chest, stomach... then up the insides of his thighs. Despite giving whines of protest from the teasing, he could feel himself getting ridiculously turned on my the sensation of the tongue leaving long, wet trails up towards his hips, and every lick sent shocks there. By the time the lips were kissing over where his leg and groin met, the Brit was hard and desperately trying to urge his boyfriend on to continue.
Ocean eyes met deep green ones for a long moment. "Touch me back if you want, then I'll sort that out for you, darlin'. Promise not to hurt you though." Arthur swallowed thickly and adjusted his position on the bed.
"I want to make you feel good but... could we at least take it to the bathroom? No one walks in that way, and the sounds made by the shower will drown out any noise." His boyfriend nodded, then searched around for towels for both of them. Both wrapped the material around their waist until they reached the bathroom, then the towels were dropped and they clambered into the shower once it was warm enough.
Their lips instantly touched. "Let me suck you," the smaller whispered against the soft lips, earning a quick tug away from the kiss and a confused expression in response.
"Why would you willingly give someone a blow job?" The Brit flinched and hid his face.
"I just want to pleasure you," he mumbled as a blush tickled his cheeks, "and I know you watch porn when you think I've fallen asleep when we're cuddling, during which you obviously palm yourself during those parts." He kneeled slowly, allowing their eyes to meet once more before delicately kissing the tip.
The American pressed up against the wall as the tip of a small tongue gave a curious lick to his length, then the lips latched around the head. His legs almost immediately threatened to give way, his hands searching shakily for the soft blonde locks of his partner. Several gentle sucks and he was clearly turning into a writhing mess. Not once hand he imagined something so sweet and careful to send so many shocks down his spine, nor did he expect it when his partner let out the softest of grunts, before taking more of the length in, inch by inch. Alfred allowed himself to let various noises erupt from the back of his throat, but held back as many as possible in an attempt to hide from his partner the extent of the pleasure that he was receiving. Such simple touches gave complex responses.
Arthur winced as the tip touched a spot at the back of his throat, almost causing his gag reflex to kick in before he swallowed around the length, causing a low moan to be drawn from his boyfriend. He moved back a few inches, his tongue lapping up the prerelease from the tip. The American's fingertips gripped his boyfriend's hair as he let out another fairly loud moan. Another few sucks and he could feel warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach, a heat that he had longed for but never before actually gotten. He chewed his lip nervously as more waves of heat hit his lower stomach, and as he realised what it was, before he could warn his partner, he climaxed hard.
The Brit pulled back quickly and coughed in response to the new sensation, his mouth opening enough to show the substance, but to Alfred's surprise he swallowed it back before looking up for approval. He stood in shock for a long moment, then simply whispered, "You're... amazing." In one motion, he lifted his boyfriend up from the base of the bath, and gently pushed him against the wall, pressing heated kisses against his neck as one hand travelled back to his rear. This was definitely going to be an interesting week.