Chapter 6:
In which Arthur get's laid.
Warning: Some thing happen and other are eluded to. Sorry it's not a complete lemon though. XD
As much as Arthur was a bloody coward, there were some things that even his pride could not stop him from having.
One of those was tea.
The other was good sex.
And as it was, Arthur was in dire need of good sex.
He'd gone through the last week without so much as a glimpse of his supposed boyfriend, and the stress of not knowing what the man was up to, who he was with, and whether he could even consider themselves together, along with the shock of seeing Kiku and preventing him along with Alfred from realizing he was living less glamorously than should be expected for someone with his intellect, had built up into something burdensome and wretched, and now all he wanted was to be touched and comforted with a nice long round of passionate sex.
And since he seemed incapable of getting it from home he didn't care if it was with a complete stranger.
At the back of his mind he wondered when this cycle of perpetual randiness had started as he led his latest victim up the stairs, his fingers curled around his hand sweetly even as a torrent of evil intent ran about his mind.
The man, who was blushing a deep red color under his brown hair, had a pleasing face and was rather young; nothing like the usual old goons he had to deal with. He'd coxed quite a bit of information downstairs with a couple of drinks, when the man came in looking nervous, and on edge at the provocative dress of the group of ladies in the bar.
Thankfully he'd decided to wear something casual this week, as Arthur had a thing for innocent faces and he easily took pity on the poor man, inviting him over for a couple of rounds so he would have more subtle company. Not to mention the prospect of seducing someone who was not old, ugly, vulgar, or disgusting. He'd been anxious and jumpy before Arthur had pumped enough alcohol into his system. And now the man was bashfully following behind him, oblivious to the danger he was in.
Arthur gave him a final comforting smile as he yanked the man over the threshold before all but plastering himself to the other, shoving his back to the door and pulling the lad's face down to meet his own. Young people were the best, he'd thought; the uncertainty and clumsiness of, dear god, what-was-his-name's, movements as he struggled to touch Arthur, only brought out that secret monster inside him that enjoyed domination.
He tilted his head back, pushing his mouth further as he guided his hands down the man's arms. Another reason to like strapping young men; they also tended to be well muscled, he smirked.
Then he was pulling his face away, smiling at the confused expression that spilt on the other's face as he pulled him, guiding him around and to the bed where they sunk together, the fellow on his back, Arthur straddling him as he undid the top five buttons of his black button down, and pulling it over his arms and head. He flung it to the side and guided his hands down the other man's shirt, rolling his hips over the wriggling form. The outcoming gasp was almost too much.
"I don't believe I caught your name..." He said, bringing his hands to push up the other man's shirt, his fingers brushing over his thick pecs and tracing the lines of his body.
"Ah-" The man seemed unable to concentrate on speech; maybe Arthur had given him a bit too much alcohol?
"Yes, poppet?"
"Ah- Anderson,"
Ah, yes, that's what it was.
"Anderson…" He would probably forget that name later, but now the lad was squirming under him, trying to push the growing bulge in his pants up against Arthur, and Arthur wondered how he would take the fellow.
He wasn't a virgin, as he'd found out in their chat, but that didn't mean he'd ever been topped before either. His own erection was steadily beginning to reveal itself as he felt his pants becoming tighter. Anderson was squirming still, his open face red from drinks and longing, his hands feeling up Arthur's sides. He really wanted it. And Arthur would be much too happy to oblige.
He decided that, this was one of those rare opportunities to top someone; he may as well take it. He was much too innocent for Arthur not to top him. He untangled himself from over the man's legs, guiding his hands along those thighs covetously. One of Anderson's eyes fluttered open as Arthur's weight disappeared, and Arthur leaned forward to peck him on the lips before pushing away to sit on his knees.
"Roll over." He practically growled, and the fellow's face went an even darker color even as he turned himself on his chest, grabbing the sheets in tight fists.
'He's never done it like this before.' The thought drove Arthur nearly mad, and he leaned forward, pushing the bulge in his jeans against that round bubble of ass, his chest against the man's back as he sent a kiss down his neck.
Arthur ground against him, earning a groan and the lad shuddered as he was helped in getting the shirt over his head before there was a nudge against the back of his legs, guiding his hips higher to the air. Then Arthur's fingers were gliding under him, down his chest to
the belt around Anderson's waist. Then the hands were plunging down his pants and with a startled moan he was burying his red face in the pillow in front of him, shuddering as a soft, slightly chilled hand grabbed his cock, and slowly jerked him off.
Arthur was only teasing him.
The hands then moved, after a few moments of pleasuring strokes to grab the sides of his pants and underwear and yank them down, lifting his knees to take them off completely. Then the hand was back to his dick as Arthur reached over to a drawer and grabbed as tube and condom from his stash, his hand still moving up and down the other's shaft. He almost laughed as Anderson whined, groaning at the loss of contact before he poured a fair amount of lubricant on his hands with a squirt. The lad tried to glance back at him but then Arthur was back, and a gasp tore out of his mouth as the hand came back, this time slick and wet with cold lube. The hand pumping his front almost distracted him from the sensation at his rear. Almost.
The cold tips of Arthur fingers prodded him, and he clenched his teeth as one started to push inside him. Then it was two. It was agonising.
"Calm down," Arthur's voice was near his ear.
The fingers were still going, pumping into him constantly, pushing the walls of his hole and stretching him out. It was just as the sensation was turned into pleasure and he was groaning out loud that the motion stopped, there was a flutter of sound as Arthur's own pants came off, the crinkling of a wrapper being opened, he looked back to see Arthur frowning in concentration, his big brows scrunched together cutely, another squirt and then he was back. He hovered over his back, teasing the fellow by guiding his dick along between his thighs, before he brought it back to prod at the small hole at his rear. Arthur's eyes roamed over the back of the shivering body, and he revered in fantasies of what they could do in the next two hours.
'Ah, the young ones are the best.' He thought as he prepared to enter.
With a sigh Arthur rolled over, the sheets wrapping around his legs as he brought a pillow over to the middle of the bed, he rested his chin in his arms while he waited for the lad to finish his shower. With a glance at the clock on the stand he realized it was already two in the morning. He smirked. Where had the time gone?
His and the other man's clothes were still flung around the room, but Arthur really didn't feel like getting up. He felt so refreshed and all his worries were safely in the back of his mind.
He needed to get laid like this more often.
There was a screech as the faucet turned off, and he glanced up at the still blushing lad as he emerged from the bathroom, still naked and damp. He'd paused when he saw Arthur spread out on the bed, and his face went and even darker shade of red before he gave a startled mumble, Arthur couldn't make out what he said, and started to retrieve his clothing from around the room, doing his best to cover himself up.
It reminded Arthur of a child who just got caught doing something naughty, and he tried to keep a straight face as until the man left with a mumbled 'goodbye' and hurried out the door.
He shrugged. Nice sex, but the man could have more presence. He'd probably forget him later.
Now he could sleep.
"I see you're in a better mood, eh Anglais?"
Arthur paused to glare at Francis as the frenchman, out of nowhere, leaned into a stool next to him spreading his elbows over the table and taking up most of the room on the bar. Where'd he come from?
"Go away, frog." Arthur said taking a shot before pushing his glass forward.
It was later, or technically earlier, in the morning and Arthur had found himself at the bar of the Wild Wings restaurant a block away from the Pele's. It was a different atmosphere than at work; it was louder and crowded and the other guests were rowdily yelling towards the tele at a football game. He only liked the place since it meant being away from home or work when he couldn't be anywhere else.
He took another shot and turned to face the rest of the restaurant where groups were eating and chatting delightedly.
"It makes you a bit jealous, non?"
"Hmm?"
Hesitantly he glanced at the other's face. Francis was also eyeing the people around them with a sort of smile that was uncharacteristically sad for the usually cheerful Frenchman.
"You know, that they can lives their lives so carefreely."
'Heeeh, so even you have struggled!' Arthur thought victoriously, but as he looked back at the other people there was an undeniable dampness in mood.
"Herm. Only you can manage to ruin things when I'm finally feeling good." he glared accusingly at Francis who only laughed, waving a hand flippantly.
"Ahon, we both know it's not hard to 'kill your buzz', as they say. Face it if it weren't for moi you would be looking out at that crowd all by yourself, feeling lonely and misréable, since you have no friends."
"You take that back! I do to have friends!"
"Oh?" With a languid movement Francis rested his chin against his arm and crossed a leg to face Arthur, " I am dying to hear about them!"
Arthur wilted a little in his seat as he racked his brain for a name that was not from high school or the bar. After all he never saw his high school mates; Kiku had been the exception and he guilty thought that claiming him as a friend after years of dropping off the earth might be disrespectful. He glared back definitely, deciding to cover up the embarrassment.
"Sod off! What's it to you what friends I do or don't have?"
With a shrug Francis turned back again.
"I suppose nothing.
There was silence except for the group of men as they all growled in unison at the game. Arthur winced.
"What in the hell do they see in those silly games of theirs?"
"Isn't it terrible? At least be that emotional over football, not that American garbage."
For a moment the their glances met in surprise, and Francis smiled.
"Finally something we agree on, no?"
Arthur looked away quickly. Oh jeeze, now he was agreeing the the frog!
"Yeah, but don't go telling everybody. If anybody asks me I will most certainly deny it!"
"Oui, I would never want to be accused of having the same tacky interests as you."
"You take that back, frog!"
As the girl working the bar looked up at the two bickering men, she smiled, "You must be such good friends." she said passing the two their drinks in the midst of their argument and earning two stunned and outraged glares.
"We most certainly do not!"
"How could you, moi belle, think I would be friends with a guy like him?!"
"Just look at his stupid beard!"
"Just take a look at his eyebrows!"
The girl just giggled one more time and moved over to serve more people down the bar, leaving the two men to glare at each other grumpily.
"We are not friends."
"Oui! Who'd want to be friends with you. Aside from Alfred." Francis muttered. "Oh!" He dropped the frown that'd been playing on his face as he grinned, striking that damned chin resting on hand pose as he smirked at the Brit knowingly.
"Speaking of mon ami américain, I heard about your little date~."
Arthur choked on the shot he'd been taking and quickly slapped the Frenchman's hands away as he tried to pat his back from coughing.
"What in the bloody hell are you going on about?"
"I was simply referring to your little meet up at the store the other day." France gave him a grin that Arthur would gladly punch off his face if he didn't want to get kicked out the bar.
"You, are barking."
"Oh? Am I? How?"
"Because, it's not like that, you git!"
"Hmm, if you're sure."
Honestly. From where in the world did he get such an idea? Arthur and Alfred on a date? Weren't the two a couple already?
Oh!
Arthur glanced at the frenchman who was looking towards the men watching American football on the big screens with thinly veiled disgust. Maybe Francis was just making sure he wasn't trying to put any moves on the American. Well, he probably had nothing to worry about.
"I'm sure Alfred doesn't see me as anything more than a friend. If you could even call it that."
Francis looked surprised, his eyes wide as if this was the first time ever seeing the Brit before him. He moved his arm, putting a first against his temple as he stared in disbelief.
"I never thought I'd see the day,"
Arthur thought he was about to thank him for his confidence before the man's next words dashed that thought.
"When I'd meet a man even denser than Alfred Jones."
A burning hatred shot in Arthur's chest.
"What?! Take that back you wanker! At least my nose isn't the biggest thing on my head!"
"My nose is fabulous!"
The girl at the bar glanced over at the bickering twosome once more and smile.
They really got along so well!
When Arthur got home, around 6 in the morning, he was faintly surprised as he opened his door and the most elusive species on the planet: Charlie, the boyfriend who he wasn't even sure if he was a boyfriend.
The two stared at each other for a moment, Arthur's hand still clutching the doorknob, before the Brit very calmly closed the door, took a breath, and promptly walked past the dark haired man to go and change.
Arthur would be damned if he made the first move.
"H-hey babe!" Charlie said, his voice nervous outside the closed door of the bedroom. "I-It's good seeing you!"
Arthur paused in pulling over his shirt to roll his eyes as his boyfriend, and he used the word very loosely, continued.
"You know, I've really missed you this week… and I uh, I mean, I haven't been trying to ignore you, it's just I've been sorta busy you know?"
Busy? Arthur grabbed the door open, giving Charlie the angriest glaring of his life.
"Busy you say? Doing what? Because last time I checked I'm the only one with a job around here."
Charlie winced as Arthur strode past him rolling up his sleeves and stopping at their small kitchen to start the warm water for the pile of dishes he'd been neglecting.
There was silence between them as Arthur scrubbed away, his buzzed mood starting to feel like a distant memory. Charlie was behind him, leaning against the wall, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to avoid looking at Arthur's back.
Over the clinking of glasses being stacked in the basket to air dry, Arthur realized that he was slouching, that he was tired and disheartened and the afterglow from the glorious sex and the buzz of alcohol were already wearing off, and now he just felt miserable. It wasn't fair.
He silently rubbed at his eye that was wettening up annoyingly. It just wasn't fair.
He was miserable. He should just leave!
But just as the tears started to flow and almost as if his mind had been read, he felt a pair of hand surround his own and startled he met the brown eyed gaze of the man who caused him so much trouble! He held his hand pleadingly, like a child.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"You should be." His voice sounded hoarse much to his annoyance.
"I am!"
"Sure you are."
"I'm going to change."
"..."
"I'm going to get help."
Then Arthur's arm was being squeezed in a sort of hug to only his limb.
"So please don't leave me?"
He sighed.
"Don't give me a reason to, and I won't."
He turned back to start washing again, and even as Charlie kept on a tirade of promises on how he was going to do better and be a different person, Arthur didn't even have the energy to hope anymore.