"Just think about it? Damn, I must not be as sexy as I first thought." Ivan rolled his eyes. Alfred was staring at the cigarette between his fingers.
"Want a smoke?" Alfred shook his head, but continued to stare. Ivan put it out. He could see city lights in the distance.
"Cigarettes are bad for you." Ivan shrugged and yawned.
"You think I'm going to die or something?" He leaned close to him nuzzling his neck.
"You're so awkward Ivan!" He glared at him as the plane hit some more turbulence. Pulling away he looked out the window. Nothing but clouds littered his view. He looked to the pilot who seemed to think nothing was wrong.
"How much longer until we get to Washington?" The pilot looked back at him for a second. He shrugged and turned back around.
"We've been circling D.C. for fifteen minutes now." The man's voice was muffled. "I can't see to the ground well enough to land." Groaning Ivan threw his head into Alfred's lap.
"How long is this accursed trip going to be?!" He cried out. Alfred just looked at him with an undefinable expression. Ivan turned away still with his head in his lap. He couldn't stand to see him with that look on his face.
"Papa?" Amalie looked up to him from the floor.
"What is it, lapushka?" She stared with big eyes and smiled slightly.
"When we get to America, can I have my own room?" Ivan looked over to Alfred. His eyes seemed bored. They seemed like they were somewhere else. He slipped his arm around him and pulled his head up slightly.
"She can have her own room. So can Irina." He let his head drop.
The plane hit more turbulence and started tilting downwards. Ivan looked up to the pilot. He seemed to know what he was doing. Alfred sat up and grabbed his hands.
He could feel the wheels hit the ground. He licked his lips. He bounced a little. Alfred grabbed ahold of his hands and looked into his eyes. There was some spark of life. He leaned forward taking this as an invitation. Alfred pulled away turning his head. There was a very distinguishable blush on his face.
They exited the plane. The ride home was quiet. The girls didn't say anything. He didn't feel like he could say anything. They stopped by the Whitehouse to say hi to the President.
When they reached the house he felt he could no longer stay quiet. He grabbed Alfred's hand and leaned in to his ear.
"I want to speak with you in private." He whispered to him nipping at his ear a little. Alfred nodded then showed the girls to their room. He came back when he had put them to bed.
"What do you want to talk about?" He stood with his arms out as if begging Ivan to wound him.
"I was going to kiss you earlier." Alfred nodded blushing a little.
"I know it." He licked his lips and stepped closer to him. Alfred didn't move away.
"I want to kiss you now." Alfred stepped closer to him. They were standing about an inch apart.
"Then kiss me!" Ivan smirked and leant in stopping just short of his mouth.
"You are going to kiss me." He didn't move only waited for Alfred's lips to meet his.
Alfred paused for a moment before leaning in to close the last bit of that gap. They pressed their lips together. It was dry and quick. He pulled away quickly.
He turned his head and walked away leaving Ivan standing in the middle of the living room. The blush on his face was too obvious. Alfred walked into the bedroom and started stripping. He waited for Ivan for a moment before he climbed into bed.
Ivan walked in only a few minutes later.
"You can sleep in here if you want." Ivan nodded and took off his coat.
"I sleep naked by the way." Ivan just smirked at him and took off his shirt.
"So do I."
A.N./ Sorry about this. Writers block and I was busy. I know no excuses are necessary, but I owe you all a reason if you're still reading…