"Hahaha~!" Alfred's giggle rang through the park. He was dangling upside down from the monkey bars, his shirt falling to reveal his toned stomach and part of his chest. "C'mon Artie, play with me!" He called, grinning.
"No way, Alfred! You know I hate heights of any sort!" I cried from the bench I was seated on. He pouted, crossing his arms and looking away. Then he turned his sparkling blue gaze upon me, making me melt. He whined, begging me to at least walk over there.
"Fine, you whiny pratt..." I muttered, sighing but smiling. I walked up to him, just close enough for him to do what he did next. Stupid me.
"Happy now, Al?" I rolled my eyes. That childish giggle sounded once more, and I couldn't help but smile. That goofy grin disappeared then, suddenly being replaced by a mischievous smirk.
"...What're you...?" Bloody hell, I never should've asked. One hand shot forward, grabbing the front of my hoodie and yanking me closer. With a small yelp, I fell forward... Right into his arms. He somehow managed to lift himself up enough to press his lips to mine. As he pulled away, grinning and giggling, I blushed and spat several attempted rants at him. I couldn't get a complete thought out once.
"Alfred, why did- why would- you! I! Public! Outside! Park! People! See! Do not want!" Stuttering, I felt my face burning right up to the tips of my ears.
With a laugh, Alfred swung upside right, perching on top of the bars. "Nobody cares, Artie!" He then dropped between the bars. If I hadn't stepped back, he probably would've landed on me.
I turned, preparing to return to my bench, when a hand pressed into my back. "You're it!" Alfred exclaimed, running away.
"Oh, you're so gonna get it!" I cried, chasing after him. He scrambled up the rope ladder to the first floor of the playset, I hot on his trail. He dashed up the steps to the second level, and I followed. Just as I was reaching to tag him, he turned to me momentarily, saluted, then ducked down the slide with a laugh.
Coming down the slide right behind him, I didn't realised he'd stopped at the bottom. I knocked into him, sending us both sprawling on the ground. Bursting into laughter, I pecked him on the cheek.
"You're it!" He laughed harder, tapping me on the nose.
"Now you're it!" He cried. "...No tag backs!" He added after a second. I nipped his ear playfully.
"No fair, now who am I supposed to tag?" I teased. He just shrugged, smiling and giggling.
The bell rang at the high school then (we were playing in the park at the middle school), signaling the end of lunch, and the two of us scrambled off the ground, racing one another to class.
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"Gahh!" Was all I heard as I came down the hall, along with a loud thunk. As I poked my head into my room, I couldn't help the chuckle that passed my lips. Alfred had fallen from my bed, and he was now sprawled on my floor.
Then I realised he'd spilled his coke everywhere.
"Aaaal!" I cried. As he sat up, Alfred capped the now empty bottle and apologized. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a few towels, and returned in all of thirty seconds.
I kneeled on the floor, soaking up some of the liquid. Alfred, in an attempt to help, grabbed a second towel. After a few minutes we'd cleaned up most of it, but the floor was still sticky. With a sigh, I gave up. Right then I noticed Alfred.
"Al, your shirt is soaked...!" I shook my head, stepping closer. "Here, take that off. I'll toss it in the wash." I helped him peel it off, him giving no protest. It was as if someone glued it to him.
But of course, you can guess what happens next. "Al, Arthur, what do you want for-...?" My mother walked in right as I was tossing his shirt to the floor. She stared, her expression unreadable.
Turning to face her, I felt my face reddening. "M-mum...!" I stuttered. "I-it's not... I-I wasn't... We weren't..."
"I-I'm sorry, I spilled coke everywhere and he was helping me clean up..." Alfred stepped in, saving me. "My shirt was all stuck to me... I'm sorry if it looked like we were doing something innapropriate...!" He gave a slight bow, the bridge of his nose glowing pink.
"Er, it's alright..." She looked away. I could see her discomfort. "And if you do, uh, do anything... I'd prefer a spot of caution..."
My face burned worse, spreading to my ears and crawling down my neck. "Muuuum!" I couldn't help the slight whine. "Please don't say that! You're making things seem worse than they actually are...!"
My mother laughed then, looking back at us. "Alright, alright. But anyways, what do you guys want for dinner? I can make something, or we can get take out. Either is fine with me."
Alfred and I exchanged a glance, shrugged, and simultaneously said, "Whatever you wanna do. I'm not picky."
With a smile, she shook her head at us. "Way too much alike... It's as if you've known each other forever, not just a couple of years."
Then it was our turns to laugh. My mother looked at us blankly for a second, then with a sigh and confused smile left the room.
"hey Alfred..." I began, turning to him. He looked at me, waiting. "Speaking of that, why did you change your name...? I've been wondering for awhile now."
He merely shrugged. "I guess I wanted something less British sounding. New life, new tree or however that saying goes."
"Sounds like you..." I smiled, his grin flashing back at me. As Alfred stepped closer, our situation dawned on me once more. My eyes swept over his bare chest, slightly glistening where it was sticky... Which was pretty much all over. feeling my ears starting to redden at the thoughts running through my head, I looked up to find his glowing eyes watching my face with care.
Unable to help myself, I jumped him.
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"Nghh..." I moaned as Alfred's hands came up my shirt. On the couch in his living room, we'd been watching some movie. It came to a sexual scene, and Alfred had pretty much taken advantage.
I groaned in protest as his mouth pulled away from mine, but then his lips travelled up my jawline to the patch of skin directly behind my ear and made me moan.
A small gasp escaped my lips as he bit my earlobe, simultaneously tweaking both of my nipples, then a moan as his tongue moved to clean up the blood he'd drawn.
We heard the front door being opened, and for a second we froze. Alfred pulled his hand away, but let his lips linger by my ear long enough to whisper two words.
"My room."
Quickly shutting off the movie, which was now rolling the credits, I dashed up the stairs behind Alfred. His parents came in just as we were closing the door. He turned a lock, which I am pretty sure wasn't there a few weeks before...
Before I could even begin to think about when he'd installed that, he had me pinned against the door. His lips devoured my own, and his hands resumed their prior position. I brought my hands to his hair, moaning into the kiss. He then worked his magic.
After merely five minutes, Alfred had me on the soft carpet, shirtless and begging for more. His mouth had already charted every inch of my chest and stomach, and he was now leaving what was sure to be a large mark on my neck.
"A-Al...!" I cried, even though it came out more of a gasp. "I'm going to k-kill you if my mother sees that...!" He just giggled, giving a final nip to the spot. Then his mouth began to travel lower again.
Quickly his hands began to tug at my jeans, his mouth working one of my extremely sensitive nipples. Small moans and gasps slipped out of my mouth, and I was left completely vulnerable.
Alfred nudged my jeans down just enough for easy access. His mouth leisurely travelled to my burning length, his lips slowly enveloping my head and his tongue pressing against the slit. using mostly his teeth and tongue, he massaged and gently suckled until I moaned, "Ahh... I'm getting closeee..."
His mouth opening wider, he quickly engulfed my entire length. I gasped, feeling complete pleasure. He began humming our favorite song, but I wasn't able to sing along this time. I was too close to even form a single coherent word. Alfred began to deepthroat me, my hips bucking in time with him.
"Ahh... Ahh... Ahhh...!" I was so close... "Ahhh!" I was leaking precum into his mouth... "A...Aaaaal!" I cried, trying not to be too loud as I climaxed. He sucked me dry, then his lips returned to mine for a final kiss. I could taste myself on his lips.
After breaking apart for a few seconds, I reached for his jeans. His hand caught mine halfway there.
"Uh uh uhhh!" He singsonged playfully. I looked at him, confused. With a smirk, Alfred stood. "You'll see..." He took the few steps to seat himself on his bed, then slowly slid back until he was leaning against the wall.
Alfred's eyes drifted shut, and slowly his hand made its way to his chest. He began to rub one of his hardened nipples through his shirt, moaning quietly. Repeating this on the other side, his moans began to escalate. His other hand slid against his crotch first slowly, then a bit faster. He moaned my name quietly.
I felt myself blushing, but I was also... really turned on by this... I could feel myself starting to grow hard again.
"Ah, Arthuuur..." He moaned, his hand sliding into his pants. He began to massage himself, his other hand now under the fabric of his tee. I watched as he touched himself, and I felt really turned on by it.
And right then I realised I was mirroring his every move. My face turned a thousand shades of red, but I didn't stop myself. I watched him more carefully now, doing everything that he was doing. A sharp gasp came from his mouth, then a loud moan.
"Aaaah... F-fuck, Arthuuur..." Alfred moaned. "Aaahh... I'm clooose... A-ahh... Ohh, that feels so good...!" Just listening to what he was saying pushed me closer to a second orgasm.
"Nghh...! Ahh, ahhh...! Oh gawd, Arthuuur!" Not even five minutes later, Alfred practically screamed my name. I blushed darker, but couldn't say a word. Gasps and pants ripped through my throat as I reached my climax.
Crying out, I reached my second climax. Sitting silent for a moment, basking in our orgasms, we just stared in different directions. Then finally, Alfred returned to my side with a giggle.
"So I take it you enjoyed my little show..." He smirked. Smirking back, and with a single nod, I grabbed him and kissed him again.
Later that day, Alfred smiled, pulling out a small box. Within the box lay a necklace identical to the one I bought him awhile before. But instead of a guitar pick with the Union Jack on it, it bore the American flag.
BEFORE YOU GO ATTACKING ME FOR HAVING THIS UP TWO DAYS LATE!
I'm sorry! FF was being annoying and wouldn't let me upload any documents *anime sweatdrop* but at least the chapter is here... You may bitch me out for my lateness in a review, ne? *hint hint*
Now, I have three things I need to say!
1. Thank you for reading with me thus far! I appreciate all the views and reviews and readers! *blows kisses to you all*
2. I need you guys to tell me who's a better Seme! Alfred or Arthur? Lemme know!
3. I'M SORRY. Not just for my lateness. I can't tell you why, but I'm really sorry. I apologize five hundred times. Don't disown me...! *tears*
BYE-NII *waves*