The List
Chapter 8
The One
Arthur was in a funk. Ever since he broke up with Lukas he had found almost no motivation to do anything with his life. All he wanted to do was to sit and watch trashy reality shows for the rest of his life. Luckily he was on fall break so he could do just that. For the week anyway.
However his plan was shot when Arthur decided a shower would be in his best interest, as when he pushed his bangs from his face they left a rather unpleasant residue on his hands, and found he had no clean underwear.
With a sigh, Arthur gathered his dirty clothes into a basket. He hated living in an apartment. No, he hated that he had to share cleaning space with a bunch of other people.
He left his apartment for what felt like the first time in weeks. He trudged to the elevator and pushed the button a few times. When the doors open he stepped in, and heard a shout behind him.
Arthur turned and found a man running toward him. Arthur pressed his hand against the doors to keep them open.
"Thanks man. If I'm late again my professor is gonna kill me." the man chuckled.
Arthur smiled and nodded absentmindedly. He didn't really care what the lad said, but he didn't want to be rude.
"Hey, don't I know you?"
That caught Arthur's attention. He didn't really meet anyone outside of work that he knew. He looked at the boy and was met with beautiful blue eyes. Not like any other man he had dated, but they were sincere. Arthur wanted to swim in them.
"You were dating that one guy who yelled at me. You're Arthur right?" the boy continued.
Arthur finally managed to place the lad. He was on the elevator when Lukas had shouted at him. God what was this boy's name?
"Yes." Arthur said, he suddenly became very aware that he had his underwear in plain view in his basket. He quickly switched his basket to his other arm. "I'm terribly sorry, but I've seem to forgotten your name."
"Oh! I'm alfred." The lad thrust his hand out. Arthur took it in a more delicate way. "Nice ta meecha!"
Arthur chuckled at the drawl. "It is."
"So, are you still with that one guy?" Alfred asked, dropping their hands.
"No, actually." Arthur said.
Alfred grinned and opened his mouth to say something else, but Arthur cut it off. "It just happened. I'm not quite in the mind to date someone else yet."
A blush washed the younger man's face. "No, of course not." Though he seemed to understand, Arthur couldn't help but feel that he had crushed the lad's hope.
Arthur sighed inwardly. He could be such a pushover at times. "However, I am up for tea and scones when you're done with class."
Alfred's grin returned tenfold. "Class is about an hour long. Got a phone I can text you on?"
After exchanging numbers and a very blushy goodbye, Arthur finally did his laundry. And showered. And cleaned his apartment.
Maybe this Alfred would be good for him.
It seemed like forever until Alfred texted Arthur. It was a simple message to meet at the coffee shop, but it still made Arthur smile.
He chose his outfit very carefully. He didn't want to look old, yet he didn't think the punk rock shirts he wore with Gilbert were appropriate for a date. Or, pre-date. Arthur didn't want to rush things.
While changing his relaxing clothes to jeans and a plain black shirt, Arthur had a sudden thought. Alfred was still in school. How old did that make him? Sure older people go to college but Arthur was pushing thirty-one. Was he accidentally being a creep?
Shaking that thought from his head, Arthur left the apartment and made his way to the cafe.
Alfred had beat him there and already had a cup of coffee beside him. He didn't seem to notice Arthur as his nose was buried in a book. So, Arthur took his time ordering a cup of tea and some pastries.
"Hey, Alfred." Arthur said as he slid into the chair across from the lad.
Alfred's eyes darted up to Arthur's and he grinned. "Took ya long enough! Though I'm kinda glad. You look a lot better now than you did this morning."
Arthur narrowed his eyes but said nothing on the matter. Instead he sipped his tea. "I have a question for you, Alfred."
"Shoot." Alfred marked his place in the book and set it aside.
"How old are you?" Arthur asked, holding his cup delicately in his hand.
Alfred seemed taken aback by the question but he assumed that it was a normal thing to want to know. "I'm twenty-three."
Arthur nodded. Seven years. That's not too bad. He had heard of worse.
"Now you have to tell me how old you are." Alfred said.
Clearing his throat, Arthur mumbled, "Thirty."
Alfred seemed...shocked. Arthur felt his cheeks redden. Alfred just keep staring at him. "Well, say something."
"You're beautiful."
Arthur blinked dumbly at Alfred. His cheeks darkened and he ducked his head. "I don't know what to say."
"A simple 'thank you' would suffice." Alfred grinned widely.
"Oh, shut up." Arthur raised his eyes. "Thanks."
A smile still firmly in place, Alfred snatched a treat from Arthur's plate and began munching on it. "What are these?"
Grateful for the subject change, Arthur quickly answered. "They're scones. Homemade ones are better, but this place is close."
Alfred paused before his next bite. "Can you bake?"
"I dabble once in awhile. It's so hard to bake for one. I end up having to toss at least half out."
"Well, if you need anyone to eat food, call me." Alfred said, shoving the rest of the scone in his mouth.
"I think I will." Arthur smiled. Actually, it was more like a grin. A big cheesy, goofy one. Arthur couldn't remember the last time he had grinned like that.
Tonight was the night. Arthur had been seeing Alfred for four months. They had established their boyfriend status and had sleepovers, hand holding, makingout, jerking off, you name it. Expect sex.
And Arthur wanted sex.
He usually wasn't this horny, not in recent years anyway, but there was something about Alfred he couldn't get enough of. He didn't know what, but every time they parted, he felt cold and bland.
He puttered around his apartment, getting things ready. Alfred wanted to have a movie night and Arthur was fine with that. He could get into Alfred's pants faster if they stayed home.
At exactly five, there was a knock on the door. Arthur took a deep breath and swung it open. Alfred stood grinning, his arms full of movies and junk food.
"Hey babe!" Alfred shuffled in and pressed a kiss against Arthur's temple.
"Hi, Al." Arthur smiled and helped Alfred with his armful. "Whats all this?"
"Snacks. I don't think I'll survive a whole night on your cooking." Alfred dumped his pile of stuff on Arthur's table.
Arthur rolled his eyes and shoved Alfred's shoulder. "Whatever. What movie do you want to watch?"
"I brought a few. Captain America, Iron Man, The Exorcist, Peter Pan, and James Bond."
"Do you really think we can get through all of these in one night?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"I wanted you to have options." Alfred grinned and nuzzled his nose against Arthur's cheek.
"Oh how thoughtful. " Arthur laughed.
After making snacks and deciding on the scary movie, Arthur set his not-so-plan to get into Alfred's pants. He spread his legs across Alfred's lap, making sure his calf was nestled against the American's crotch.
Every few seconds, Arthur would glance up to see if Alfred would react. Nothing happened for the first half hour, besides Arthur getting irritated.
However, the jump scares and creepy parts were beginning, and Alfred had pressed his hands against Arthur's legs. Arthur raised his eyes to Alfred's face. The younger didn't seem to notice what he was doing.
A few more minutes passed by then Alfred jumped with a shout, yanking Arthur to his chest.
"She's gonna get me! Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!" Alfred cried, his face in Arthur's hair.
Trying not to chuckle at Alfred's childness, Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and tugged his face into his chest. "Shh, love. It's just a movie."
Alfred clutched at Arthur's shirt as he shook. "It's alright, you're fine." Arthur repeated this mantra as he fumbled with the remote to shut off the t.v.
After a few minutes of rocking and shushing, Alfred seemed to calm down. Arthur brushed Alfred's hair back and kissed his forehead. "Feeling better?"
Alfred nodded and slid his arms around Arthur's waist. He mumbled a muffled "Thanks."
Arthur didn't say anything, he just kissed Alfred's hair, and as the taller raised his head, Arthur planted kisses wherever he could.
Alfred soon captured Arthur's lips with his own. The lighter blond allowed himself a triumphant smile as Alfred's tongue mingled with his own. He pushed his hands up Alfred's back, under his shirt. Alfred broke the kiss first and took off the tee. Then he sat back and pulled Arthur into his lap.
Arthur straddled Alfred's hips and reconnected their kiss. He wiggled his waist in small circles. Alfred's hitched breath was the reaction he was hoping for.
And so was the erection pressing against Alfred's jeans.
"Arthur." Alfred breathed, his eyes locked on the green ones above him. "Are we…?"
"We bloody better be." Arthur replied, his voice thick with lust.
Alfred changed their positions again. He pressed Arthur against the arm of the couch and made himself comfortable between the blond's legs. Arthur welcomed his presence and tore open Alfred's jeans. A shiver ran through Alfred as Arthur revealed his hard cock to the air.
Arthur gripped Alfred and ran his fingers down to the base. Alfred moaned deep in his throat and kissed Arthur's neck. The smaller tilted his head back, allowing Alfred to suck and mark the soft skin. Arthur began pumping Alfred's cock, already slick with precum and sweat.
"Arthur...Arthur...stop."
The blond let go of Alfred's dick like it had bit him. He began to blubber out sorrys and tried to turn away.
"No, no." Alfred cupped Arthur's face. A smile rested on Alfred's lips. "I just didn't want to come too early. I haven't touched you at all."
"What?" Arthur breathed, slightly confused.
Alfred pulled Arthur's shirt and jeans. He kissed the middle of the Brit's chest before moving to one side to suck at a pink nipple.
Arthur arched into Alfred's touch. He let his legs fall open and Alfred took up the entire empty space. Arthur shuddered at Alfred's burning touch.
Kissing down Arthur's chest, Alfred stopped at Arthur's belly button and glanced up to the green eyes that were watching him. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, keep going." Arthur's dick was painfully hard and was so close to Alfred's skin he was going mad.
Alfred smiled happily and closed his lips around the head of Arthur's cock. The blond let out a soft moan and ran his fingers through Alfred's soft hair. Alfred began to bob his head, his hands squeezing and rubbing Arthur's thighs. Then Alfred's shiny white teeth began to graze Arthur's skin. He didn't mind at first, then it began to feel like he was scraping the skin off. Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but Alfred began gagging and lifted his head to cough.
"Sorry. I want too far and it choked me." Alfred wiped the tears from his eyes and lowered his head to start again but Arthur stopped him.
"Is this your first time?" Arthur asked seriously.
"I'm not a virgin if that's what you're asking." Alfred said, blushing.
"No, not that. I mean sucking someone off."
Alfred visibly blushed darker. "To be honest, I've never been with a guy before."
Arthur blanched and almost choked. "What?"
"I didn't tell you because of that!" Alfred pouted and sat up.
"But, why me?" Arthur asked, confused. If Alfred was a gay-virgin why would Arthur be his first pick?
"Because I love you." Alfred mumbled, his hands pulling at each other.
Arthur couldn't breath. He reached his arms up and locked his hands behind Alfred's neck. "I love you too." He whispered.
Alfred beamed and crushed Arthur to his chest. He didn't say anything, he just held Arthur and touched his skin.
"I want to make love to you, Arthur." Alfred said finally pulling back. "Not just sex. But real and just us."
A grin spread across Arthur's face and he petted Alfred's hair. "Nothing would make me happier."
"Show me how to do this right. I don't want to hurt you."
Arthur smiled and caressed Alfred's face. "You'll never hurt me."
He reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of lube he had stashed earlier that day. He then guided Alfred's hand to his hole. "Use as much of this as you think I need, then put one finger in at a time."
Alfred nodded and took the bottle. He squirted as much as he dared on his fingers and began circling Arthur's entrance.
The Brit shivered at the cold lube but managed to get his hands down to his ass to spread his cheeks for Alfred.
"Oh, Arthur," Alfred breathed as he pushed a finger into Arthur's hole. "You're beautiful."
It was cheesy and probably the most awkward thing to say, but Arthur shivered and moaned as Alfred added another finger and began to stretch him out.
"Alfred," Arthur moaned pushing back against Alfred. "Please." It burned but it felt so good. Arthur wanted to feel that heat deep inside him.
Alfred pulled his fingers out slowly. He used the remaining lube to slicken his hard cock. He evened himself up with Arthur's entrance and pushed in. Just the head, then half, he pushed until he had Arthur's ass pressed against his thighs, his dick deep inside the Brit.
Arthur moaned and let his head loll to the side. Alfred was incredibly large and he felt his insides stretch to accommodate Alfred's length.
"It's so hot inside." Alfred breathed out. His hands ran from Arthur's ass, up his thighs and to his knees. "Can I move?"
Arthur nodded heavily. He wiggled his hips, wanting Alfred to fill him up.
Gripping the back of Arthur's knees, Alfred pulled out all the way to the head. Arthur whined at the loss of heat but wasn't disappointed for long. Alfred rammed into him quickly before repeating the motions. Arthur covered Alfred's hands with his own and let his moans spill from his lips.
"Arthur, you feel amazing." Alfred groaned out, quickening his thrusts.
Arthur felt Alfred hit deep inside him. His moans became louder before he could reply. "You're amazing!"
Alfred slid his arms around Arthur's waist and lifted him to his lap. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and braced his feet beside Alfred's thighs. Adjusted, Arthur began his own pace.
They kissed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach as they thrusted toward their climax. Just when Arthur thought he couldn't take anymore, Alfred kissed his ear and whispered. "I'm going to come."
The soft words in Arthur's ear pushed him over the edge. He didn't even have time to warn Alfred before his sticky semen splattered their chests.
With a lustfilled groan, Alfred thrusted into Arthur a few more times before releasing inside him. Arthur shivered and moaned as the hot liquid seeped out of him.
Alfred lifted Arthur gently and laid next to him, spooning snuggly. Arthur yanked the blanket from the back of the couch over them and settled in Alfred's arms.
"Arthur." Alfred said softly, playing with the wild tips of Arthur's hair.
The blond hummed, his body satisfied and his mind dancing with joy.
"I really do love you."
"I love you too, Alfred."
Arthur felt Alfred grin against his shoulder before drifting off. In that moment, he knew Alfred was the one for him.