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Al had seen something was wrong as soon as he had met up with Arthur outside the gates to the school grounds. He had been smiling but there was something in those eyes that seemed forced and if Al was not mistaken, it looked a lot like the other one had been crying. He didn't dare ask why, but the older one had been gripping his cellphone tightly enough for it to seem weird so he figured something might have happened.

On the way home he had been joking and laughing as usual, well, he didn't laugh much but he smirked and chuckled at what Al said. He tried not to tell his cousin the feelings behind his choice to accept Lauren's apology... Still, Arthur seemed to find it very amusing. Which was a bit annoying.

"But dude" Arthur suddenly said, trying to make his grin go away and look serious instead. "I'm happy that you realized you might be up for it after all, and she'll be so much happier now"

"Yeah..." Al nodded and couldn't help smiling. "I still don't really know what to do, but when she is happy I know she won't be such a pain... and well... I do like her"

"Good, that's what matters after all..."

Al nodded again and let his eyes get drawn to the window, watching the lights fly by without much care in the world. He'd have to think this through eventually, but not now. His mind was still full of the images from earlier, her body in front of him, the softness of her skin... He'd regret this, wouldn't he?

The house was empty when they stepped in through the door and Al found some macaronis and cheese in the fridge that his mother had left. She must have gone out shopping or something. It was kind of a relief, since he was to tired for her and her thousand questions.

"You Americans eat such shitty things" Arthur laughed when seeing the yellow food and then excused himself to go take a quick shower. Al didn't protest, even though he needed a shower even more. He could wait, as long as he knew that sad look in Arthur's eyes would go away soon. Maybe he was just cold or something. He knew that could affect your mood, his mother had said so after he had been out in the rain for hours and then got all mad at her.

While waiting, he started putting the yellow stuff onto plates that would go into the microwave. He appreciated food that you could just quickly warm up without any complications. He didn't start warming it though, just let it sit on the counter so that his cousin could prepare his own when he was done.

After a couple of minutes more however, he was starting to get real cold now from the lingering sweat and Arthur was taking too long. After watching the time he gave up on waiting and made his way up the stairs. He could still hear the shower going and feel the heat from it leaking from underneath the door before he opened it. The entire room was filled with steam and he could just barely make out the frame of the older one underneath the water.

"Hey Arthur" he said and started unbuttoning his pants. He could see the other one stopping abruptly in his movements when he had spoken, as if frightened by the sudden voice. "Sorry I scared you man" he added with a chuckle and threw his pants in the washing bag. "I really need to pee, and I'm fucking cold... you done soon?"

"Y-yeah" came the answer, as if Arthur really had been scared shitless and was now recovering. "I'm done now if you wanna..."

"Yeah, just gotta pee first"

As he did so, there was silence between them that he couldn't really explain, until it hit him that maybe Arthur just wasn't used to his relatives or friends peeing in the same room while he was in the shower. Al knew Americans could be strict about nudity and stuff, but he had had no idea what so ever of this? Surely, his cousin hadn't seemed like the type to get embarassed nor disgusted by stuff like this... Or had he gotten all that wrong in the few days he'd known him? He threw a glance at the dimmed sight of the other and wrinkled his forehead slightly.

"You okay in there?" he asked and flushed before stepping closer, trying to see him better through the misty glass. Arthur was leaning his blond head against the cold wall, his back facing Al, his eyes looked closed when he tried to see them and he didn't seem to be listening at all. "Arthur?"

He wasn't sure what was going on, heck, Arthur could just be taking a break and cooling down some by using the cold wall. But the was something about the way his hands were just barely holding him up against the cold surface that worried him. Al knew that he himself had fainted after taking a too hot or too cold shower, both of them actually, so before he knew it his body had reacted instinctively, pushing the door open and grabbing his cousin around the waist to hold him up. He hardly noticed how the cold water half drenched him or the way his clothes now stuck to his skin. He just gripped the older one tight until he felt him react, relaxing almost as he leaned back into Al's embrace. He was shaking slightly...

Al looked up through the sprinkling water and then shut it off. Cold water didn't leave this kind of mist on the windows... He must have changed it from hot to cold not too long ago. No wonder his body fucking gave in on him.

"What the fuck dude...?" he half whispered as he tried to use the wall to help himself sit down with the shaking one still in his arms. "I don't know what the fuck you do in England, but here we think before suddenly showering in that cold water... You listening to me?"

"Yeah..." he answered, but it wasn't more than a whisper. Al sighed and reached for a big towel hanging by the door, pulling it down and drying Arthur's hair off slightly before warping it around them both.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on here?" he asked as he had done so, annoyingly aware of the fact that his wet pants were getting cold and itchy underneath the weight of Arthur's shaking body. "Or is this the way you always shower...? Cause I don't really think that is it." He didn't want to sound mad, but the slight adrenaline of finding himself scared left a slight harsh tone in his voice. He was just worried, that's all... Stupid Englishman.

Arthur just closed his eyes a bit harder and breathed out without looking like he would answer. Al didn't know what to do really but for some reason he felt fucking sorry for this guy through the half anger. Even if there really wasn't anything wrong and he had just half fainted from bad judgement in the shower, he still had almost FAINTED and that was never a fun ride. They sat in silence for a while as Arthur's shaking slowly stopped and Al kept stroking his wet hair with one corner of the towel that was not covering them. Since he didn't get an answer he suspected that his cousin either did not want to talk about it or he hadn't heard him. And since Al wasn't a girl, he didn't feel the need to ask a thousand questions either. Even if he wanted to know of course.

Instead he sighed after a while and shifted slightly underneath the weight, making Arthur twitch almost as if he had fallen asleep. "Look..." Al smiled and bent over so that he could look straight into his cousin's eyes, upside-down. "...we can't stay like this, or we'll get sick or something..."

"You don't get sick from only being cold..." Arthur pointed out, trying to sound cheerful obviously even though he mostly sounded like he already was sick or something.

"But if you're cold you're more recipient to illness, right?" Al half laughed and felt the stone on his chest get a little less heavy as he saw the other one smiling back a little at him. "I'm not totally daft, if you thought so..."

"I never said that..."

"No" Al declared, trying to sound hurt and upset. "But you were thinking it, idiot"

"Wanker..."

Al laughed and took a gentle, but firm grip around his cold relative, pulling him up to his feet in an odd movement and then leaned against the wall himself to be able to hold the other one up right. Arthur tried his best not to be a bother but leaned against him slightly still, his eyes not focusing as fast as they should. Al shook his head and gave him more of his shoulder to lean against.

"Let's get you cuddled up under some blankets and get some food into you so you don't die on me man..." he said and started helping him out of the room, still filled with steam, then taking him down the stairs towards the sofa. "...that would be so fucking annoying since I'd have to call my mom and tell her I killed you or something"

His cousin just chuckled drily and closed his eyes in relief as he was caught by the soft couch. Al had done his best to ignore the fact that the other one was completely naked, since he though that maybe Arthur would faint from embarrassment if he commented on it, now it was kind of impossible though, seeing as his cousin was lying on his back without the towel covering him anymore.

Al couldn't really fail to notice how stunning he truly was, to be a man of course. His skin was even more pale than he had ever seen a girl's and amazingly enough, he was very hairless for being a man... an older man. There wasn't a visible hair on either his chest or torso... he didn't look like a kid through, not at all... he just, didn't have that much... hair? Further down of course he did but...

He coughed and reached for the towel that had fallen to the floor and took a deep breath. Well THAT was unexpected... he thought and then chuckled to himself. His mind really did play tricks on him sometimes. The towel was too wet to use though and he excused himself, went up to his room to get both their blankets and an extra pillow.

It felt weird to know that he had even gotten that thought into his head. It was almost as if it had felt completely natural when it had popped up, he'd even let it bloom for a while, but as soon as the thought had... cooled down in his mind, it had just been plain weird. He really had been pretty sweet to look at in that light though.

"Had I been gay, I would have totally gone for him, no question about it" He chuckled out loud and then kicked his door open gently again, the pillow and blankets towering over him so that he could hardly see where he was going. "...now, I'll just get myself to stop thinking about it so I don't fall down the stairs"

He didn't. Fall down the stairs that was.

When he came into the living room, Arthur had apparently realized just how naked he had been because he had now pulled his knees up to his chest, looking slightly embarrassed as Al dumped the big pile next to him on the sofa.

"Brought any clothes for me?" he asked and Al immediately felt completely stupid. How could he have forgotten? He had been thinking about the guy naked for Christ sake and still he hadn't had the slightest idea about putting him back into his clothes? Well that was a bit fucked up.

"I'll go get your PJ's" he said apologetically and caught a smile from his cousin before he turned to go upstairs again.

... ... ...

Since Al apparently decided to take a long poop or something, Arthur was left on the couch without clothes and with a hard-on he was trying to hide underneath the covers. He felt numb and sore, almost as if he had taken a tumble in that shower. He was pretty sure he hadn't though. There was a soft memory of Al grabbing him before his legs even gave in so he should not even have touched the ground with his head. But it sure felt like it.

This was all a fucking mess. He shouldn't have done that. But at home, the water was never that fucking cold and the change between hot and well, cold, wasn't as dramatic as it had been now. From now on he must come up with another way of satisfying himself in the shower... that was for sure. And if not because of the risk of fainting, then for the extreme possibility that his cousin could walk into the bathroom at any moment it seemed. If it happened again, he knew now that he couldn't turn on the cold water to get his damn cock to grow limb again.

"And he said he just needed to pee?" he mumbled and felt his cheeks flush as if he was having a fever. "Gave me a fucking heart attack" And why had he felt the need to tell him he needed to pee anyway? Now he could't get the image of... well, him with his dick out in the open to leave his already filled brain.

He was glad that the red had (probably) gone away by the time he heard the toilet flush though and by the time he heard steps in the staircase he was already completely covered underneath the blanked, except for his head.

"You took long just to get PJ's" he smiled and reached out for them. Al threw them in his face without a word but stuck his tongue out at him before walking into the kitchen. Arthur didn't even have time to ask him what he was going to do before he could hear the microwave beeping and he swallowed the question.

"You could take the opportunity, now that I am in the kitchen, to get yourself dressed you know" Al called from in there and Arthur realized in a sec that he was right. But his body still felt so damn heavy didn't even know if he could. He started though, with the boxers that his cousin had also brought...

Fuck... he has touched these...

He shook his head and crawled into them. He had been without sex for too long now... he couldn't really stand this "on and off" kind of thing. He needed to get laid or never have sex again. Trying to concentrate on the, kind of delicious, smell of food coming from the kitchen, he tucked his hardened member into his pants with a soft whimper and then pulled the shirt on. At lest this hard-on thing had really gotten his body working again. That was a good thing...

"Here you gooo" Al smiled as he came back into the room with one plate each, filled with yellow gue that smelled good as hell for Arthur's hungry stomach. "I thought we might have some TV-dinner and then some tea before bedtime?" he added and Arthur could feel himself growing warm by the thought of a cup of warming tea.

"I'd like that..." he smiled and took the plate with a thankful nod. He heard the familiar sound of the TV being forced to start and smiled when Al cursed about the remote not working as it should. The mac 'n cheese was so much better than he would have thought by the sight of it, and it only took him a couple of minutes to eat it all up. Al's mother really knew how to cook, at least he had heard that you were good if you could make mac 'n cheese taste this way. Or maybe he was just too hungry and could love anything at the moment?

When their plates were clean and both of them had a large cup of tea each Arthur finally felt his body relax from the tension that it had been building up ever since that shower. He hadn't felt this relaxed since he came to the US really, even though talking to Al had made him feel more at home than he had done back in England... like, ever. If he ignored the fact that being around the younger one made his dick go fucking crazy hard...

His mind was relaxed now, more than ever but he chose to blame that on the tea of course. He needed to relax more, or he'd really go crazy here. He needed to be able to graduate after all, get himself a life so that he could get away from everyone who was trying to tell him how to live the one he had now... Besides, he couldn't live here for ever. He couldn't even jerk off around here and sharing a room with Al might be fun but not if you had a crush on him and his fucking gorgeous sleeping face. He drank his tea slowly and only half watched the show Al seemed to be so passionate about. He didn't even know the name of it or what it was about. By the time the credits rolled across the screen, he was already soundly asleep underneath the covers.

... ... ...

Al had left his sleeping friend in the living room when his mother came back home, telling her to be quiet so that she wouldn't wake him before walking up to his own room and rolling into bed himself. He was totally beat after everything that had happened that day. Just the thought about Lauren in a good mood, Arthur in a bad mood... or maybe sad mood? Arthur in a fainting mood and then naked Arthur? It had given him a real headache and as soon as he shut the lights of and let his head fall against the pillow, he was asleep.

... ... ...

"You know... you're extremely hot when you sleep..."

He felt like that voice penetrated the darkness and hit him like a frying pan straight in the face. He didn't want to open his eyes so he took the pillow and buried his face in it, as if trying to strangle himself with it. What was the time anyway? And who...?

He could feel someone half sitting on his bedside, fingers gently pulling at the covers as if wanting him uncovered. They were cold and rough against his now exposed chest. Not hard, just rough in the texture so this could most definitely not be Lauren. But fuck it felt good being touched by those hands. They seemed to know real well what they should be doing because within seconds he was already aching for more than just those fingertips against his torso.

"Fuck..." he hissed underneath the pillow and felt his legs tensing at the end of the bed, the weight next to him shifting and the hands moving down his bare chest. "...nnh... yes..." He heard himself moan and the voice chuckled next to his ear. So fucking close that he could almost feel those full lips touching his earlobe with the most gentle warmth he could ever have felt. He wanted so much more than that. "Fucking teas..." he breathed out and half died when cold fingers suddenly wrapped themselves around his hard cock, sending pleasures through his entire body.

It had never fucking felt this good being touched like that. Coming was the part that felt good... not getting touched with fingertips, cold fingertips... fucking talented fingertips!

Who are you? Was the question he wanted to ask, but he couldn't get himself to do so. Because he already knew... There was no one else here that it could be, other than Arthur... his cousin Arthur. But he didn't care. This felt too damn good to give up, just because of the fact that he was kind of being molested in his sleep by his own cousin, who was a man. If it wasn't some burglar who had decided he wanted to... oh fuck.

Changing the subject... what was that beeping noise? It was driving him crazy! The way it was messing with his pleasure and just made him feel tired and heavy. He didn't want the warmth to go away and those fingers where ever so lovely. But.. Oh no... he knew this feeling all to fucking well.

"Ngghhh" he moaned and buried his face deeper under the pillow, wanting to die now for real and wait... Where was that weight that just now had felt ever so nice against him.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and peeked out from underneath the pillows. There was sunshine pouring in through the curtains, which he of course had forgotten to close before falling asleep they day after. It was the alarm clock that was ringing. The one that he had made sure he'd never use again... apparently his mother must have found it where he had hidden it and made sure to set it so that she wouldn't have to wake him up herself.

He sat up slowly and looked around the room. The madras on the floor had not been used, it was both empty of human and blanket. He must have been dreaming that weird... sexy thing because frankly, Arthur would not have done that. He knew he could have real vivid sex-dreams, he should just be happy that it hadn't gotten much further. That would have been really awkward after all.

He slowly lifted his blanket and looked underneath, sighing with slight frustration at the morning glory. He quickly got up from bed, which he usually did not do, and hurried into the bathroom not to run into anyone on the way. He then spent the next twenty minutes in the shower, which he needed since he had not taken one really after working out and having sex yesterday.

He sighed and leaned back against the cold wall, eyes closed. The warm water was almost painful against his erection and even though he tried using every trick he knew, it didn't seem to be working at all, none of it. No matter what he did he just couldn't get the thought of those cold, rough fingers out of his head. The feel of them against the head of his cock, how they had known exactly how to please him... He closed his eyes harder and let go with his hand, just barely touching the slit with his thumb while turning the water slowly to cold. It wasn't really the same, at all. But his fingertip had the same rough texture and as his body grew colder from the water, moans slipped out of him, even though he really shouldn't...

The weird thing was that doing it like this made him come within a minute and when we was done, he was all shaky. He laughed a little to himself as he got out of the shower, mostly in embarrassment since he never really thought about any kind of fantasies while doing... that. He hadn't really had any fantasies either, since Lauren practically let him do anything he wanted. Most guys might be jealous or something... But if you have it all, you tend to grow jealous of everyone else, who still have something to look forward to. Kind of. Not that this was some kind of fantasy he wanted to come true. It had just feel pretty amazing to actually have something to think about, something you'd never do.

He realized when he was back in his room that maybe he had taken a bit too long in there and hurried to get dressed. He needed to get some breakfast into his stomach before school wanted him dead again, and the buss would leave in less than thirty minutes. Stupid early hours.

"Good morning!" he called from the staircase as he hurried down, pulling his socks on as he went. "Is there any breakfast or have you guys eaten it all?"

"Morning" Arthur answered from the table where he was sitting, reading the paper with a cup of hot tea in front of him. "There are some fried eggs and toast if you want?"

Al nodded hungrily and took what was left of it before joining his cousin by the table. He hadn't have time to get something other than milk to drink but that was good enough for him, especially since he was just gonna shove everything down his throat anyway. The thoughts of his dream were pushed far back in his mind, so far back he could hardly remember... okay he could but he was telling himself that he couldn't.

"You sleep okay?" he asked after a moment of silence, feeling a bit as if he was the kid and Arthur was some kind of grown-up, reading the paper. He really wasn't used to teenagers behaving like Arthur did sometimes, it felt truly weird.

"Yeah" the older one answered and smiled at him from over the edge of the news. "I guess I fell asleep pretty quickly in the sofa yesterday, got slightly surprised when I woke up and realized I was still in the living room..."

"Didn't wanna wake you when I got off to bed..." Al explained and drank big mouthfuls of the milk. "And then mom got home so I had to tell her at least a thousand times that you were already asleep and she needed to be quiet... don't get why she has to come home so late these days." He drank some more and dried his mouth of with his sleeve. "Hope you slept well on the couch?"

"Yes yes" Arthur smiled and put the paper down with some kind of grown-up grace, even though his outfit wasn't really grown-up looking at all. "I slept like sleeping beauty, only... I didn't get woken by a prince or anything" He was wearing a tight T-shirt with the Union Jack on it, made out of flowers strangely enough. It fit him really well, but made him look... well a little gay? Not that he seemed to notice that himself though.

"Too bad for you... guess that would have been like a dream, huh?"

"Haha if there was a prince in the living room I think I would have had other things on my mind than my dreams thank you very much" Arthur just laughed back and drank from his cup.

"What do you mean?" Al grinned curiously but didn't even get an answer because Arthur's phone rang and Al himself realized that he was again running out of time. He hurried to brush his teeth and get all his things together. When he was done and headed for his shoes, Arthur was already waiting for him by the door with a mocking smile.

"You're very slow, even when you're hurrying you know" he said and opened the door for them both.

"You're the one who disses me for your phone?"

"It was my mom" Arthur objected and then sighed. "She is so damn worried about me being over here that I hardly know what to say to calm her the fuck down... annoying as hell"

Al nodded in understanding and patted his cousin slightly on the back to show that he knew exactly how he felt. After that they both had to run to catch the bus. Al hated doing that but better to have to run and catch the bus then don't and be late an all. He didn't need that.

As soon as they were on the bus, he could see Lauren and the others in the back, waving and shouting. He would rather have wanted to stay close to Arthur, since he was so much more calm but mostly because of the fact that he had never taken the bus. He gave his cousin a look how ever and the older one just laughed and nodded towards the woman and their friends.

"Just go bro" he then said and pushed at Al's side. "You need a good sucking face time after all, you haven't gotten any since yesterday"

"Oh fuck you Arthur..." he blushed back and could barely make out Arthur's 'I wish!' when he had left him in the front of the bus. He didn't even think about it much because soon she was there, arms around his neck and lips agains his. She was so soft against him and even though the other guys where whistling and making fun of them, he closed his eyes and smiled. Maybe it was okay for him to enjoy this, just a little bit.

Wait what? O.o

Oh yes... what was that now? And you know what I'm talking about, don't you? Was it just a dream? Was it really someone doing that to AL? (And by someone of course I mean Arthur!) and what on earth happened earlier? In the shower I mean... Why did Arthur almost fain? How is he really doing...? What do you guys think because I have really no idea myself ;_;

Please do tell me what you think about it all :'D your reviews are what's keeping me sain these days!

See you next time!