AU: Canon Verse

13. Rimming

"Alfred, we don't have time for this! It'll go away sooner or later, if you just— Just let me be!"

"No way, Arthur, we've got enough time for me to get you off!" America gave England a grin and a thumb up as he dragged the Brit towards God knows where.

The stupid American had been teasing him during the meeting and now he was hard and definitely embarrassed. He had tried to stop the git but all he whispered and gestured to him fell on deaf ears and blind eyes.

Then a break was called and America had practically grabbed his hand and started pulling him.

He was angry with Alfred and with himself too and he wanted to reprimand the other, but before he could do anything the American opened a random door and pushed him inside, America quickly followed, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Really, Alfred, we shouldn't be doing this, we don't have enough time! It's your entire fault too!" Arthur pocked a finger at the other's chest with a frown on his face.

America smiled mischievously, "C'mon, Artie, we have time, you're half way there already!" The Brit glared at him but Alfred seemed unfazed, "Besides, this is the last break before the meeting ends. I'll get you off and when we get home, you get me off!" He spoke beaming rather proudly. Damn the cocky brat!

He shouldn't do this; he shouldn't let America do with him as he pleased, but his problem down there was getting bothersome, America could just let him be alone for a bit and his problem would go away, but no. America insisted on touching him and saying things to him that put his imagination running.

"Now..." America smirked at him and England dreaded to know what was going through the American's mind. Although he looked innocent, the Brit knew better: Alfred was as pervert as himself!

He felt a surge of alarm as he was bent over face down on the nearest surface, which happened to be a desk, "Alfred," He called, confusion laced in his voice as he tried to peek back at said nation, "...what are you going to do...?" He questioned slowly with a hint of irritation, his eyes narrowed as he then felt a hand groping his arse and another sneaking its way between his thighs.

Arthur shivered as he felt the hand between his thighs move around, to palm his cock which was still hard and confined beneath his clothes, "It's gonna be a surprise~!" America spoke much too happily.

"Alfred, if you're thinking about fucking me like this, forget that thought right now! Or I'll throw you out of that bloody window!" He snapped and tried to get up, however, America pinned him down with the hand that had been groping him shamelessly.

"Worry not, I've got another idea!" He stated, England inwardly cringed and rolled his eyes at the confidence the other had as he slumped on the desk.

'"Worry not" my arse!' England was definitely worried now.

America, not bothered with his silence, quickly unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down together with his boxers, the Brit shivered and squealed at the cold air.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing, you wanker?!" Arthur tried to look back, trying to see what the American was doing; however, he could only see blond hair and that bloody bomber jacket.

He didn't receive an answer. But, he sure felt America's hands all over his hips, arse and thighs. He didn't quite understood what America was doing...

There was silence for a moment and England was about ready to start complaining on to why the fuck aren't you doing anything, America?! When he felt the American's hands spreading him and then something wet and warm— Oh, so this was his other idea.

He knew America was rather glutton and more often than not was stuffing his face with one of those outrageous hamburgers or some other deep fried junk food. The git could never stop eating...

But, to have Alfred now literally eating him was another thing entirely.

No one had ever done this to him, this was a new experience and he didn't know what to feel. Oh, he was definitely feeling good apart of feeling a bit disgusted as well. However, the American had a sinfully skilled tongue, which was doing things to him that made him weak in the knees.

If it wasn't for the sturdy desk, which he was gripping onto for dear life, he would have fallen to the ground.

His heart thundered in his chest, his cheeks flushed and he could feel some sweat starting to drip down his forehead, if only he could move his hips, but the American didn't let him. Thus he had to settle for whining and moaning his lover's name, squirming and shivering as those hands fondled him everywhere, anywhere.

This was an addicting feeling; he didn't want it to stop. America's mouth was merciless as he plunged into him over and over, again and again, and Arthur was only absentmindedly trying to not moan too loud.

He really didn't need someone to come barging in to find him bent over a desk with America fucking him with his tongue.

He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out. Alfred's hand started stroking his cock.

His eyes watered and widened as America fondled him and then pressed a thumb on the tip of his length, "Alfred—! I'm—!" He couldn't even finish talking, his back arched and he cried out as he came over the American's hand and desk.

England slumped against the desk panting, he felt exhausted and he hadn't even had real sex. He heard America chuckle behind him as he stepped back from his arse, he didn't even had to look back to know that the git had that one irritating and smug smirk on his face.

"So, what did ya think of my idea?" The American sounded too confident as if Arthur would beg him to do it again, which he was actually thinking of doing... But not here.

He stood up shakily, turned around and leaned against the desk, "Well..." The Brit smirked, his hand moved forward grabbing the tie of the American's suit, which looked too damn good on him, and pulled Alfred to him, "...it wasn't a bad idea, love... Although," He murmured against the American's ear as his eyes narrowed, "Now we're skipping the meeting and going home right now." He hissed and bit Alfred's earlobe.

England felt the American tense, then shiver, and then arms wrapping around his waist, "Let's go then..." The smirking American purred, his hands wandering down to grab the Brit's arse.

As the meeting restarted, no one knew where the two bickering nations had gone to.

I'm not even going to say anything about this one, cuz. Um. No. Haha.