They left in the dark of night, trying to be as quiet as they could. The horses trotted slowly away from the farm, Alfred riding behind Arthur on his horse, the Americans arms wrapped around the Brit's waist. Arthur smiled slightly to himself, humming a small tune he had heard as a child.
The bandits didn't dare drive their horses any faster until they were far out of sight of the farmhouse, then they sped up, galloping over the low brush that occasionally whipped their feet and ankles.
Eventually they stopped near a nearly abandoned town. There were only a few buildings standing on each side of the road, and a few people, mostly children seemed to be peeking out slightly open windows and doors. Arthur looked around warily, keeping an eye out for any sudden ambushes.
Alfred rested his chin on Arthur's shoulder, tightening his grip for a brief moment. Arthur placed one of his hands over Alfred's for a moment, hoping to provide even just a small bit of assurance. One of the men climbed off his horse, and stepped into the doors of a saloon.
They could hear him yelling something to someone, then he looked back over to Arthur. " They have a room open for you, sir." He called out to thje Brit. " The rest of us'll set up camp a ways dwn." Arthur nodded, carefully guiding his animal to a post, and slipped off it's back. He tied the reins to the wood, then held a hand out for Alfred. " Come on, love~" His voice held a slight purr.
The other men left, and Arthur walked inside, Alfred following behind him. He walked up to the counter in the dimly lit saloon, ignoring the looks he got from it's patrons. "Oi. I need a room." He grumbled, looking up at the crimson eyed man behind the counter. He rolled his eyes and nodded, pulling a key off the wall, and tossing it to the blonde. He never said a word, simply nodded in the direction of the stairs, an almost knowing look on his face.
The moment they made it into the room, Arthur locked the door and brought Alfred into a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and undemanding. The brit took his time, resting his hands on Alfred's hips. He pulled the younger man against him, licking his lips slightly, and hoping the other would allow him in.
He did much more than that. Alfred backed up to the bed, turned Arthur to sit down, then sat on his lip, opening his mouth a bit, but intending to gain dominance over the bandit.
Arthur chuckled when he realized this, and nipped Alfred's lower lip, feeling the shiver that ran down his spine, and leaned back, quickly rolling over and pinning Alfred to the mattress. The blonde squeaked slightly, his face reddening a small bit. "A-Arthur..." He whined, breaking away from the kiss.
The man's green eyes glistened with amusement, slightly clouded over in what Alfred would assume was lust. He smirked, leaning down to nip and suck at Alfred's neck. He knew he was leaving marks, but didn't care at the moment. All he could think about was the American squirming and moaning softly beneath him.
Arthur quickly got rid of their clothing, and soon had Alfred turned onto his back, with two slicked fingers inside him. The American shoved his face into a pillow, making soft gasping noises everytime those fingers moved inside him. He face burned bright red, Arthur could tell, just from the small amount of the other's face he could see.
He added another finger, making sure to completely stretch Alfred, before pulling them all back. The teen whined lowly, causing Arthur to chuckle, and lean down to kiss Alfred's lower back. " Don't worry, dear... You'll have something much better soon~" He purred. Alfred shuddered slightly, then tensed when he felt something... rahter large press against him.
"Shhh... relax... It's much better If you do..." Arthur mumbled, pushing into him.
Alfred whined, hiding his face into the pillow and mumbling something.
"hmm~?"
"J-just... hurry up..."
Arthur grinned, doing just that.
yup. there's your smut fix for this story.
yup.
Thought I'd upload a quick chapter of this before I left for 3 days tomorrow (won't have internet ;3; )
so yeah. there ya go