Well, let me start with this. Alfred's family, every year, went up to their summer home for a month. They invited my mother and I along. We, of course, accepted. We took Alfred's mother's van up. Now, here's the story of the summer of our sophomore year...
Around two p.m. on the first of August, Alfred and I set foot in our room at the summer house.
"I call top bunk!" Alfred cried. I just laughed and sat on the bottom, dropping my bag to the floor.
"Alfred, my dear, you wouldn't get me on the top bunk if you tried. I don't like heights, remember?" As I stood to begin unpacking my things, Alfred appeared upside-down in front of me. I jumped, crying out in surprise. "What are you- do you want to die?"
He laughed, turning onto his stomach. His grin was that of the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Wh-what're you grinning at like that?" I took a slight step back. Bad move. I bumped into Matthew, who in turn picked me up easily.
"Put me down!" I cried. "What're you-?" He lifted me toward Alfred, who grabbed me and tugged me onto the bunk beside him. With an aggitated sigh, I glared down at Matthew.
"Now what was that about not going up there?" He teased. As he walked away, my gaze was cast on the floor. Which, might I add, looked very far down.
With a small, squeak-sounding noise, I inched as far back from the edge as I could. Alfred put his arms around me, nuzzling my neck. His lips came up to my ear, whispering seductively.
"Hey babe, no worries. I'll protect ya..." He blew gently into my ear, making me blush and squirm slightly. He proceeded to bite down gently on my earlobe, making me gasp in both shock and pleasure.
"A-Al...!" I muttered his name. As I turned to face him, his lips caught mine. My heart immediately sped up, and I knew I was nervous, but I kissed back. His arms tightened ever slightly, his eyes closing. I closed my eyes as well, locking my arms around his neck.
As his lips worked against mine, the door creaked open. We practically jumped apart, in fear of it being his parents.
You see, Alfred's father wasn't exactly... Well... Fond of gay people. Actually, he hated them. Alfred's mother accepted them, but she was the "Loyal Wife" type. If she knew, she'd feel obliged to tell Alfred's father. We didn't plan on telling either of them for awhile...
But it was just a false alarm. "S-sorry to scare you guys!" Matthew called up to us, and I could tell just by his voice he wanted to laugh.
"Jeez, Mattie! Don't do that to me!" Alfred cried in aggrevation. When I looked back at him though, he was trying not to laugh.
Matthew just laughed. "But anyways, I was sent to get you!" His head appeared at the edge of the bunk. I, not expecting it, cried out and scooted backwards. Alfred's arms came around me again, but he was laughing at my reaction.
"H-hey! It's not funny! So what if I got scared?" But I too, was laughing as I said those words.
"What'm I needed for?" Alfred asked, his cheek coming to rest on mine. I could see his dazzling smile from the corner of my eye, and I couldn't help but smile as well.
"We need the canoes for tomorrow," Matthew groaned. "And I don't wanna be stuck gettin' them by myself this year!"
Alfred groaned. "But I haaaate going in the basement!" I laughed at his childish behavior. "Ugh," He sighed. "Fine. I'll help..." He scooted off the bunk, climbing down the ladder slowly.
As I carefully began descending the ladder, not wanting to look down, a pair of arms came around my waist. Alfred easily brought me to the floor, setting me on my feet gently.
"My god, you're strong!" I turned around, hugging him and smiling.
"Nah, you're just really light." He slid his arms around me as well, pressing his lips to my forehead.
"Get a room!" Matthew groaned playfully. Alfred and I quickly stepped apart, my ears burning crimson.
"What's wrong, you jealous?" Alfred teased, grabbing Matthew around the waist and holding him the way he was holding me.
"In your dreams, Al!" Matthew was blushing slightly, but he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Now then," Alfred began. "To the basement!" He struck a super hero pose, pointing toward the door. "Awaaaaay!" He then ran, at full speed, out of the room and down the hall. Matthew and I looked at one another. He shrugged, as did I. We then assumed the same pose as Alfred had, then ran after him.
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By the time we were finished getting out the canoes, life gear, and other things for a day at the lake, it was nearly time for supper. We all crammed into one of the small bathrooms to wash up. Alfred was in between I and Matthew, who in turn were trying to reach the sink effectively. It didn't work well, though.
"Huuuuu..." I sighed, stretching out on my bunk. Laying on my stomach, I folded my arms and rested my head on them. My eyes drifted shut, and I softly sung my favorite song. "When I was seventeen... I had wrists like steel... And I felt complete..."
"But now my body fades behind a brass charade, and I'm obsolete..." A soft voice, close to my ear, finished the phrase.
"Gahh!" I jumped. I hadn't known he'd walked in. Alfred smiled at me, obviously amused by my reaction. He then proceeded to nudge me over, laying beside me. Propping myself up on one elbow, I twisted halfway so I could look at him. His hand came forward, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.
"You've got such pretty eyes..." Alfred smiled at me, and I could feel my ears turning red. "They sparkle, and they're so pretty when you smile..." I felt the blush beginning to creep into my cheeks. "And whenever you're nervous, they seem to glow..." I knew my face must've been really red by then. "And when you blush, they stand out even more..." I sighed, pressing my face into my pillow.
"Aaaal..." I groaned. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" His trademark giggle rang through the air. I was struck by a memory.
"Whoa!" Alexander cried.
"Wh-what?" I spat, looking down at the ground in aggrevation.
"That's... That's really cute...!" Alexander smiled, causing my face to redden further. "Aww! You blush right up to your ears! That's adorable, Arthur~!" Alexander practically sang.
"Y-you git! It is not!" I stamped my foot, crossing my arms. "It's ugly and I hate it! Guys aren't supposed to blush!"
"Hahaha~!" Alexander giggled. He giggled. I looked up at him, blinking. He looked back at me blankly for a second.
As he realised, he covered his mouth and blushed. "Omigod, I sounded like a girl!" He whined. "Guys don't GIGGLE!"
"Ah..." Even though I hadn't meant to, my eyes filled with tears. I flung my arms around Alfred's neck, pressing my face into his chest. He didn't question me, but instead just snaked his arms around my waist. I sniffled, trying not to cry.
"Oh, Alfred..." Once I trusted my voice enough, I spoke. "I just... Remembered the first time you giggled like that..." Here I paused. He waited for me to go on. "Even though we've been reunited... Little memories come up, and I still cry... I'm not sure why, though..."
"Aw, Arthur..." He murmured into my hair. "It's alright... It took me a long time to stop crying over the memories, too... I still do, sometimes..." His lips pressed against my forehead briefly, then travelled down to my ear. "And, by the way..." He whispered. "The memory that made me cry most... Was always the one where we were in your living room... And you kept kissing me and saying you loved me..." His voice tapered to almost nothing by the end.
"Aw, Al..." I looked up at him, a few more tears sliding down my cheeks. "I love you..." I kissed his tearstained cheeks. "I love you..." I kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you..." He was smiling as I pressed my lips to his. He kissed back, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair. I held him close, kissing him deeply.
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Around mid-August, there was a particularly hot day. Matthew, along with the adults and a few of Matthew's friends, headed to the lake for a day of swimming and such. Alfred and I chose to stay behind.
"We'll be back around five or so," Mrs. Jones explained. "You have the house to yourselves until then. If you need anything, you both have my number. Just send me a text or call!"
"We know the drill, ma!" Alfred laughed, but I could tell he was embarassed. "Now go on, or they'll leave without you!"
"They can't go anywhere without me!" she smirked. "I have the keys." We laughed, and with that she was gone.
"Now then," Alfred turned to me. "What should we do?" When I shrugged, he named off some things. "Food? Yard? Games? Back to our room?"
"Uh..." I blushed slightly at the thoughts that came into my head on that last one. "I-I don't care..." Alfred suddenly brightened.
"I know!" He cried. "Let's play Black Ops!" And so we did. After several rounds of getting my ass thoroughly kicked, I gave up. Alfred just laughed. He wasn't one to go easy on people in videogames.
"I give!" I cried. "White flag, white flag!" He turned off the console, still smiling over his victory.
"So now what?" Alfred gave a little sigh, his head resting on mine, which was on his shoulder. His hand lay on top of mine, his fingers wriggling in between my own, and making me smile.
"I don't know..." I replied. Alfred's quiet humming was soothing; I sang along. "You felt the coming wave, told me we'd all be brave... You said you wouldn't fli-i-i-inch..."
"But in the years that passed, since I saw you last, you haven't moved an inch..." He replied. We both sang the chorus together.
After a few minutes of staying snuggled together, it grew hot. Al and I simultaneously pulled apart, laughing. I sighed, standing and stretching. "Today sure is hot..." I commented.
Alfred wandered to the air conditioner, putting it on high. He sat in front of it a moment, his hair blowing gently in the air current. When he returned, his glasses were slightly fogged. I laughed, as did he.
"God do I hate these things," Alfred griped as he wiped them off. "They get in the way of so much!"
"I like them." I stated. "They make you look more grown up..." He gave me a dirty look. "What was that for?" Then he laughed.
"I think they make me look geeky. Like I'm really smart, or something." Alfred sighed.
"No worries there," I joked. "You killed that stereotype a long time ago!" I saw him smile at that.
"Yeah, I guess you're ri- wait a minute...!" I couldn't help but laugh, and he joined me after a minute. Afterwards, we were silent once more. Neither of us could think of anything to do.
"Hnn..." I sighed, wandering back to our room. I sat on my bed, spacing out. My thoughts swallowed me right away.
We're all alone... In a house... With no adults around... And anything could happen... For all I know, anything could happen when I least expect it and I might end up doing something I'm not ready for... I kicked myself for that last thought. But his being shirtless didn't really help my mind either.
The door popped open, Alfred smiling in. He held two cups, each wielding a straw and a spoon. He came and sat beside me, handing me one. Picking up the spoon, I poked the floating white blob in my soda a few times. Alfred laughed, sipping his drink.
I spooned a chunk of the ice cream, eating it with relish. The cold spell that hit my mouth was relieving; even more so when I swallowed it. A small sigh escaped my lips.
"Artie, stop eating it like that..." Alfred shifted uncomfortably, slightly whining. "It's really erotic..." The bridge of his nose was turning pink. I was taking a sip of my root beer when he said this, and as a result I nearly choked.
"A-ah..." I felt my face starting to redden, and suddenly I found the floor very interesting. But then I got an idea. Taking up another bit of icecream, I sucked it off my spoon the way I had before. Alfred shifted again, biting his lip.
"It tastes so gooood..." I practically moaned, taking another spoonful. I licked it off sensually, savoring the flavor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alfred's blush spread to his cheeks. Twisting the spoon back and forth a couple of times in my mouth, I made small suckling noises. I saw Alfred shift once more, crossing his legs and trying to look away.
I slowly slid the spoon from my mouth, making a light smacking sound in the process. I then sipped my root beer again, but slower and more deliberately.
"Nghh..." I heard Alfred groan quietly. I then set down my cup on the nightstand. Turning to him I smirked, and he attempted to wipe away the slight amount of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He then gave me a look that said one thing: Holy Shit...
He set his cup beside mine, paused a second, then his hand pressed against my chest. He pushed me back on the bed until I was laying down, and he slowly straddled me. He placed his hands on either side of my head, carefully lowering himself to meet my lips. I met him halfway there, propping myself on my elbows to reach him. Our lips collided, just like that first time back in London, but this time neither of us pulled away. His mouth travelled up my jawline, coming to a stop at my ear. His teeth gently nipped my earlobe, eliciting a moan from me. His lips travelling down, he quickly came to the junction where my neck meets my shoulder and bit down gently. My back was against the light bedsheets once more.
"Oh, Alfred..." I groaned. He hesitantly slid his hand down my side. I shuddered at the touch. His hand carefully tugged at the bottom of my shirt. As he began pulling it off, I couldn't help my reddening ears. A thought popped into my head. Wait, what if he sees my scars...? But it was a bit late. He already had it up to my chest.
Once my shirt was gone, my hands came to tangle in his hair, and I hoped I could hide my wrists that way. He didn't seem to notice.
His thumb slid across my nipple, causing me to gasp. His mouth came in contact with mine simultaneously, and he quickly slipped his tongue inside. A heated tango followed, but Alfred won easily.
"Nghh..." I groaned as his mouth released my own. His lips danced down my chin and throat, quickly coming to my chest. I shuddered as his tongue graced my left nipple. One hand slid down his back, the other tightening slightly on his hair. He toyed with it for a few seconds, then swapped to my other. He gained double the reaction from my untouched side.
"Ah..!" I gasped as he nipped gently. His mouth began descending my chest. My jeans had, by this point, become restricting, and I was growing uncomfortable. As I tried to shift into a bit more comfortable position, Alfred ground himself against me. We moaned quietly, but Alfred recovered first.
"Arthur...~" He whispered into my ear. "Patience..." A hand came to cup my, er, problem. Wanting to do something for him as well, I slid one hand down his back and across his chest. He didn't give much of a reaction to my touch until I reached his shorts. As my fingers graced the bulge he'd previously ground against me, he bit his lip.
"What's wrong, Al~?" I smirked up at him. Pressing my fingers against him, I began to rub gently. He bit his lip harder, closing his eyes. He massaged me, resulting in a low moan. I rubbed harder, not wanting to lose on my part, and he gasped quietly.
"Aghh... Arthurr..." He moaned. "D-do that agaiiin..." I slid my fingers across him several times, and he moaned slightly louder with each.
His hand pressed into my jeans then, and as his fingers came in contact with my skin I gasped. "Ah!" His fingers wrapped around my length. My hand froze for a second, but then hesitantly came to unbutton and unzip Alfred's shorts. I slowly slipped my hand inside.
His fingers tensed slightly, his thumb finding my head. My hand was just wrapping around him as he did this, causing my grip to tighten. He echoed my moan. Slowly moving my hand, I gave him a few pumps. Looking up at him, I saw he'd bit his lip again. Wanting to hear those sweet moans once more, I moved my hand faster.
"Nghh..." A slight moan managed its way from his mouth. He bit down on his lip so hard, a few drops of blood trickled down his chin. Stretching upward, I licked it away. His lips immediately captured mine, and his hand began moving faster. I moaned into the kiss, and Alfred slipped his tongue into my mouth. A second battle, and yet again Alfred one without a problem. He then released my lips.
"Ah~!" I cried as Alfred began toying with my weeping head. His fingers massaged and worked it well, making me gasp quietly and repeatedly. Not wanting to stop on him, I did my best to mirror his movements. Unable to keep quiet any longer, he ducked his head and opened his mouth. Small pants and gasps echoed through the house, moans mingling among other noises. I'm embarassed to say that small mewls were all I could manage to get out once I neared my climax.
"Ah..." I closed my eyes, gasping quietly. Moving my hand as quickly as I was able, I rubbed him as best I could. "Ah, Alfred!" I cried a few moments later. "I-I'm going to-! Aaaal!" I hollered his name loud. I came in his hand, my breathing seeming to stop for a moment. He slowly slipped his hand out. Ears burning, I watched him examine it for a second. Slowly, it came to his mouth. A single finger slid into his mouth, and I watched him suck it experimentally. Quickly, he cleaned the rest of his fingers with a smirk. His mouth was then by my ear.
"Surprisingly sweet, from someone who lives off of tea...~" Alfred's whisper was shaky, probably because he was close. But it still brought more color flooding to my cheeks. I worked him faster, and he gave a sharp gasp. Leaning back, he began to chew on his lip once more. Small droplets of blood dripped off his chin and hit my chest. I kept my hand moving swiftly.
"Ahh...!" Alfred stopped biting, his head falling back and a moan escaping. "Ohh... A-Arthuuuuur...!" I felt him tense slightly. "Ahh- oh gawd do that again...!" He fell silent a moment, ragged breaths escaping. Then suddenly, his mouth opened once more. "ARTHUR!" A loud cry rang through the room as he came into my hand.
After sitting silent a moment, catching his breath, his mind caught up to him. He wiped the blood from his lips, a blush forming on the bridge of his nose. Then, as he looked down at me, the slight pink flared crimson and spread over his whole face.
I was licking my fingers nonchalantly, wondering how on earth he tasted so, well, good... He lived off a diet of fatty food and cola, but the flavour was so... Different... And I liked it... As I looked up at him, I couldn't help the slight blush that came back into my cheeks.
Right then, we heard the front door open. "Fuck!" We cursed in unison, Alfred scrambling off of me. I sat up quickly, attempting to find my shirt. As he zipped his pants, I tugged it on and yanked the sleeves into place. Grabbing our drinks (by then the ice cream was melted) and sitting on the bed together, we were just barely saved.
"We're ba-ack!" Mrs. Jones poked her head into the room. Alfred and I smiled and greeted her, and I prayed my face wasn't still flushed. "We picked up fast food for dinner, seeing where we haven't had it all month."
Well, let's just say Alfred was out the door in ten seconds.
So sorry for not updating in so long! My internet's been screwy, and to top it off I had a hard time figuring out how to end the chapter...! *dies* next chapter'll be up by Monday the latest :D
Reviews, please...! *begface*