AU: High School

2. Kissing Naked

The sun hitting him in the face made his eyes twitch and his eyebrows furrow in annoyance, his head was pounding, making him groan. Something heavy was around his waist. He opened his green eyes and blinked trying to adjust to the light.

Fuck the hungover, though.

This definitely wasn't what he expected when he woke up in the morning. Maybe he was hallucinating! Or dreaming! Yes, that must be it. There was just no way that he, Arthur Kirkland, would wake up naked, with Alfred F. Jones, cuddling on his bed. It was his bed, right? He looked around the room... No... Those posters weren't his, neither the messy desk nor wardrobe with the door open. Most definitely he didn't bloody own an American flag.

Oh, God, what the fuck had happened last night?! Everything was just a blur.

He fucking hoped this was a dream, maybe it was just a really, really realist dream. He tried to sit up, but bad idea, bad idea! Why did his lower back and ass hurt so fucking much?! This certainly wasn't a dream. He wanted to scream, but instead just screamed internally, because the situation just hit him like a ton of books.

He slept with Alfred.

He bloody slept with Alfred F.(ucking) Jones.

How the fuck did he manage that when he was so drunk last night?

He couldn't almost talk with Alfred when he was sober, but then he got drunk and they fucked?! What the hell?!

True, that he kind of liked the American boy, however he never intended to act on his feelings. The blue-eyed man was beyond his reach. He was just Arthur, Student Council President, not too popular but not a forever alone either. Nothing extraordinary like Alfred, who was popular, smart, handsome and great with sports, damn him, could the git get any more perfect?

Damn it all. He would never drink again, it made him do things he didn't want to.

Lies. He wanted to. Hell yes, he had wanted this and more with Alfred, but not when he wasn't in control of his own actions!

"Bollocks." It was out of his mouth before he could stop it and it was louder than he had wanted to because the arm around his waist tightened and the body next to him shifted. Arthur tensed and tried to tell himself to calm the fuck down. But what if Alfred got mad?

"Ugh... God fuckin' damnit..." Alfred's voice sounded raw and hoarse with sleep, his eyes blinked, blue eyes as bright as the sky itself that then turned to him... And blue met green. Alfred blinked again with furrowed eyebrows, like he was trying to remember something, which he must have then remembered because his eyes widened and he blushed.

"Um... Good morning?" Arthur asked cautiously, voice constricted and very low, Alfred didn't respond and for a moment Arthur got worried but then Alfred smiled and nodded happily. At least, he didn't look mad.

"So, do you remember anything from last night?" Alfred asked curiously, his voice still a little rough and Arthur paused staring at him.

It wasn't the question he was waiting for, or words for that matter. Heck, Arthur himself didn't know what he had been waiting for. He shook his head in answer and noticed how Alfred's smile disappeared and a pout formed.

"Damn, this must be weird for you then, right?" Alfred chuckled slightly nervous and Arthur nodded, not knowing what to say, "Arthur, aren't you gonna talk?" The Brit shook his head again, his cheeks flushing. Alfred frowned. "Okay..."

Of course he didn't want to talk, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what exactly happened last night. He just felt really awkward being in bed with someone he liked but probably didn't like him back.

The American watched as various emotions ran through the Brit's face, "Arthur..." Alfred started still frowning and Arthur wished he could just disappear from there, "Do you like me?"

If Arthur was drinking something now, it would have been spat on the American's face, as it was his eyes widened, his eyebrows rose up and his whole face got red like a tomato. He sputtered trying to come up with something to say, his mouth opened and closed but nothing came out.

Alfred laughed at Arthur's reaction, though, that was not the answer he had wanted. With his left hand he grabbed the Brit's cheeks and squeezed them making Arthur look like a fish, "Yes or no, Arthur?" He gazed directly at those two emerald gems that were Arthur's eyes.

The Brit gulped and then nodded shyly. Alfred grinned and let go of his cheeks, which were blazing red.

"Good, I like you too." Shock and surprise were written all over Arthur's face making Alfred chuckle, "Now, how about you give me some good morning kisses even with morning breath and all?" He requested and Arthur glared at him.

"Not until you tell me what happened last night."

"Finally, I thought you had gone mute or something, it wouldn't surprise me with how much you screamed last night, but still..." If his blush had gone down it was up all over again, "Anyway, we were at a party at Gilbert's house, you got drunk... you kept on dancin' and the room got hot, you drove me wild so I drove you crazy... I was already a bit tipsy at the time so... the next thing I remember we were already here and then we had awesome sex! But, I think I gave you some hangover pills before we started the sex part, because you were totally wasted and if it wasn't for that, you do be puking all over the place now." Alfred explained grinning all the while and Arthur had the sudden urge to punch him, "Now, do I get my kisses?"

"No. And did you just quote KISS to me?"

"Yes, they're awesome, you like them too? Now, pretty please?"

"Yes. And no."

"Awesome! C'mon, pretty please with cherries on top?" Alfred put his best puppy look that would for sure make the Brit cave in.

Arthur rolled his eyes; nonetheless he moved a bit and gave a light peck on the other's lips. Looked like his morning wasn't going that bad after all...

Alfred pouted, "What the hell, Arthur, I asked for a kiss! Like, a real kiss!" He whined and Arthur sighed somewhat relieved, "What's with the sigh?"

"I don't know... I just— I didn't expect to have this kind of morning, I thought you would have been mad that we had sex; we never did talk before, how the bloody hell do you even like me? I think I'm still in some sort of shock. I'm just really confused. I didn't even think you were gay."

"Arthur... I'm sorry. Although, I don't regret last night nor the upcoming of it, I mean, now you're mine~" He hugged the smaller man close to him, "We didn't talk much before and this was kind of a really fast move, but, I've liked you since we talked the first time, after that I always kept my eyes on you. What's there not to like about you? Well, except your cookin— Ow!"

"How do you even know what my cooking tastes like?!"

"Francis."

"Bloody French bastard." He grumbled annoyed, of course the frog would have something to do with it.

"Either way, I love you from your grumpy and sarcastic attitude to your caterpillar eyebrow— Ow! Stop hitting me!" He whined.

"I'll stop when you stop being a bloody twa—" Lips upon his shut him up.

Alfred's hands moved down his waist making him gasp; the American's tongue quickly entered the Brit's mouth to explore once again, as it had last night, though, now both of them were sober, if not a bit hungover. Alfred moved on top of Arthur, the British teen moaned as Alfred caressed his thighs; his own hands ran through Alfred's hair messing it more than it already was.

The duo separated to breathe but stood close, mere seconds passed before they were kissing again, again and again. Though they didn't did more than kissing.

"Alfred," Arthur moaned as Alfred kissed and sucked on his neck, definitely leaving a mark which Arthur will surely scold him for once he regained a more stable mind.

They made out for what seemed like hours until Alfred and Arthur's stomach's growled in hunger. They separated and laughed breathless.

"We should probably clean up and eat something, huh?"

"Yes..."

Alfred stood up from the bed and searched for some boxers and a t-shirt. After dressing the boxers he tossed the t-shirt to Arthur who was now trying to sit up on the bed, but wincing at almost every move.

"Bloody hell, Alfred, how many times did we do it?" He glared at the American who smirked at the question.

"I think it was three or four times, I don't remember very well..." He chuckled and Arthur paled, "I'm gonna make some breakfast, you can go take a shower."

"You even have a t-shirt of KISS, I never saw you with it." Arthur eyed the t-shirt that Alfred threw at him.

"Well, I don't usually wear it outside..." The American shrugged and started walking to the door, but before he could get out, Arthur called him, "What is it?"

The Brit blushed and looked down embarrassed, "C-Could you take me to the bathroom...? I don't think I can walk very well..."

Alfred laughed and Arthur proceeded to throw the heaviest thing close to him at the American which happened to be an alarm clock.

KISS - An American Heavy Metal/Hard Rock band created in 1970.

The lyrics in the text were adjusted and are from the song "Rock An' Roll All Night" :3

Also sorry, but I never got an hungover so I don't know what people feel like, from what I've read, they just feel really shitty and with headaches and probably puke? XD