Mercutio and Juliet
Chapter Two –Curtain Call
By TG
Summary: It's their fifth high school reunion and Alfred and Arthur break in the school's new dressing rooms.
Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia or Romeo and Juliet.
Warning: Smut smutty smut smut!
Author's Notes: Because I felt bad that there was no smut in the first chapter for america-loves-england…so here it is!
"Why are we even here," Alfred whined, pulling his bomber jacket closer around his shoulders to ward out the cold. "I just want to be home drinking hot chocolate with you…and maybe make out on the couch a little."
Arthur elbowed him the gut and he let out a quiet 'oomph' at the impact.
"Sorry, I'm just…y'know…horny," he whispered comically. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Yes, love, I'm aware of that, believe me. But we were invited here for the unveiling of the new dressing rooms, which I will remind you were our senior class gift. So just shut it for a couple of hours and play nice with your former classmates, and then we can go back to our hotel and make love as long as you want to."
Alfred's grumbles were momentarily forgotten as they walked through the auditorium doors. Just on the other side were the members of their old class, Class D, and the other senior classes from their graduation year. It was great seeing old friends and reliving memories, especially memories of the senior showcases. For a lot of students, those had been the highlights of their high school careers. Alfred and Arthur could definitely relate; if it hadn't been for their senior showcase, they might never have found the courage to confess their feelings and eventually find a life together.
"Bonsoir, mes amis!"
"Oh God," Arthur moaned. Alfred chuckled and rubbed his lover's back in fake sympathy. "What are you doing here, frog? I'd have thought you'd be frolicking across France by now."
"You wound me so, mon ami! Tell me, do you still hold a grudge against me for Erzsebet's crazy ideas during our senior showcase, because –merde!"
Erzsebet smiled innocently from Francis's side and lifted her stiletto heel off of the Frenchman's abused foot. "Good to see you two again!"
"Er, yes…good to see you too, Erzsebet."
They made small talk for a while, their small group growing in size as more and more Class D graduates wandered in from the December cold, until finally the high school's theatre director clambered onto the stage to get everyone's attention.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We're so glad so many of you could make it despite the weather! In just a moment we'll take you all on a tour of the new dressing rooms and black box, courtesy of your fantastic senior donations, and afterwards there will be refreshments and snacks!
"But before we head backstage, I just want to thank you all on behalf of the theatre department for your truly wonderful senior gift. Our dressing rooms and black box have been in desperate need of repair for many years, and your donations allow our students to enjoy new amenities such as showers, sinks, and lockable cubby holes."
After a few more moments of milling around, the theatre director welcomed everyone backstage and divided the crowd up in half –one for the stage left dressing room, one half for the stage right. Alfred and Arthur filed in, joined the ranks of former students oohing and ahhing over the modern fixtures, the spacious cubby holes, and the fancy make-up counter. In fact, Alfred spent so much time oohing and ahhing that eventually he and Arthur were the last two in the dressing room, which immediately threw up a red flag in Arthur's mind.
He narrowed his eyes to the innocent smile Alfred threw his way, and for a few moments they had silent duel before Arthur sighed and looked away, a sign of defeat.
He was on him in an instant, shoving Arthur back against the now closed and locked dressing room door and kissing him desperately. It felt so wonderful –every time they were together felt fantastic –that Arthur couldn't help but lose himself in the frantic movements of their lips, their hips, their hands and tongues.
"Nng!" Arthur moaned at a particularly vicious twist of Alfred's hips. "Jesus, Al, hold on a tic!"
"Can't," his lover panted against his neck, trembling fingers working Arthur's zipper down. "Wanted to do this since before we left the hotel."
"Then –ah!" He broke off as Alfred's long, warm fingers wriggled their way into his underwear and began to stroke. "Did –did you bring anything?"
"Mhm. Was hopin' you'd change your mind," Alfred murmured, pulling a packet of lube and a condom out of his jeans pocket before shucking them.
"Were you planning this?!"
Alfred's hand stopped its movements and its owner smiled almost self-deprecatingly.
"Ah, well no…but I just thought it'd be kinda, I don't know, romantic? Doing it here, in the place where we first confessed, I mean," he murmured. "I'm sorry, I probably should have talked it over with you…but you gotta know that there is never a time when I don't want you, Arthur."
Arthur stared into Alfred's ice blue eyes and sighed. "Well, I can't say no to that face. And I especially can't say no to your hand on my dick."
Alfred laughed. "Straight and to the point, that's my Artie!"
The Brit smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind his lover's ear. His fingers trailed down to brush against Alfred's scruffy cheek, traced the strong line of his jaw, until finally, blissfully, he brought his lover in for a kiss.
"You know I love you, Al," he murmured against the American's lips, slightly disappointed when the hand left his pants. Alfred pushed his pants and underwear down in one smooth moment, and they were finally both naked from the waist down.
"And you know I love you. How do you want it, babe?"
"Mm, I don't care, just hurry up before I take matters into my own hands!"
"Alright, uh…go brace against the make-up counter then," Alfred said, voice breathless.
Arthur smirked and walked over as instructed, exaggerating the sway of his hips because he knew he was being watched. He bent over the counter and spread his legs, making sure to look suggestively back over his shoulder at his lover.
The American moaned quietly as he took in the view. But time was of the essence –it would only be a few moments before someone (likely Francis or Erzsebet) would notice their absence –so he rushed over and squirted the lube onto his fingers, already warmed from being in his jeans pocket, and began to prepare his lover.
Alfred waited until Arthur was a melted, moaning mess, bucking back against his fingers and whining for more, before he finally pulled out, coated his straining erection with left over lube, and slowly entered him.
This part always felt like coming home, like they had always been made just for each other and no one else. He draped himself over Arthur's back, careful not to crush him as he waited for his love to adjust to the feeling. He accidentally caught Arthur's eyes in the mirror and he couldn't help but stare. Arthur's eyes were what originally caught his attention back in high school and they were still just as gorgeous and fascinating as they were then, only this time they were dilated wide with arousal.
Their eye contact was cut short when Arthur reminded Alfred of the other kind of 'contact' they had by clamping his inner muscles down onto Alfred's cock and moaning something about moving and idiots.
So Alfred complied; after five years, they knew each other's bodies very well, so he had no problem hitting Arthur's prostate or finding his erogenous zones with wandering hands, making the Brit cry out before shushing him back lest they be discovered.
Exhibitionism wasn't necessarily a kink of either of theirs but it spurned them on, forcing them to go hard and fast, to bite down on hands and shoulders to hide their mounting pleasure.
"Look," Alfred commanded over Arthur's quiet sobs. "Watch yourself in the mirror, God you're so fucking sexy –ah!"
Arthur did. He watched himself as Alfred pounded into him from behind, a moaning mess of lust and need. God did he need. He was taken by surprise when Alfred's fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusting, and Arthur could no longer watch himself; his universe was reduced to two points of pure pleasure, and then the dam of pleasure burst and he was finally coming.
He collapsed against the counter and moaned brokenly, too sated to do anything but lie there as his lover finished a few moments later. He could feel Alfred's warm breath against the nape of his neck and sighed. This had always been his favorite part about sex, but they couldn't bask in their afterglow tonight.
Tonight. Shit. There were a few hundred people out there and they had been gone long enough to raise suspicion shit fuck fuck fuck –
"Arthur, shh, it's okay," Alfred soothed, sensing his love's distress. He pulled out with a grimace and jogged to the toilet to get something to clean themselves up with. "They're too busy stuffing their faces with free food to notice. Come on, let's get dressed, God I love you…"
Their reappearance in the black box didn't cause a huge stir like Arthur had imagined, but some people had definitely noticed their absence.
"So," a voice purred in Arthur's ear, making him jump, "when should I expect the happy news?"
"What are you talking about, Francis?"
"You know, the baby announcement."
"Fuck off!"
AN: So yeah here's the smut. I'm not sorry.
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TG (c) October 25, 2012