I'm Not Loving it
Part 3
By Otaku no Baka
Sorry it took so long! I had some personal issues among personal issues which delayed all my creative skills =_= They are hopefully changing for the better now. Funny enough writing is helping the problems as well as depression. X)
I wanted to thank Tanya san and my new grammar beta Kit-san, (Tarasova Kit). Seriously you guys are awesome! Also want to thank everyone who is actually reading this smut/fav/etc. because I am seriously facefaulting ever time I write a part, (because I am producing stuff that I never thought my brain would come up with.) I also want to thank readers for odd suggestions because I found so many new things that even the internet never taught me!
This chapter contains: Spandex biker shorts fetish, misuse of a pipe (…), and one anon reader asked for cowboy position so here =_=
You seriously think I own Hetalia then...cocaine is one hell of a drug.
America grumbled and wiggled on his seat on the park bench, still in those shorts.
He was meeting Ivan in the states; the man insisted that he should wear the shorts under his normal clothes. The blond huddled into his bomber jacket and sniffled; why did such bad things happen to the hero? He just wanted to go back to his normal life, having a mutual and distant relation with Russia.
Alfred originally wanted to save himself for a cute nation girl like Seychelles, not some big massive 'only a freaking eight or so centimeters taller than me' man with a horse cock. The thought of it made his member jump against the tight shorts and he groaned.
"Hello America!" The blond grimaced at the site of the Russian walking up to him. "Let us go someplace else, da?"
So they were in a hotel in California, with America sitting on the bed and Russia shuffling through his bag. The clerk gave both men a look, but still accepted them through for the rest of the night.
"Ah~" He made a noise and got up to face Alfred. "Since you are very smart and dense at the same time I am going to explain what I want you to do."
"You're one to talk, considering how long it took for you to settle into such an awesome government system..." The glare and chanting that followed made him shut up any more acidic comments.
Ivan held up his trusty faucet pipe and America winced. "I want you to… impale yourself with this."
It took a minute for America to catch up on the fact Russia was not hurting him and what he had said. "Wait...what?"
Ivan leaned over, that smile on his face growing wider, similar to the Cheshire Cat. "I want you to fuck yourself with my pipe, da? Is that clear?"
"Whoa whoa whoa..." The blond wanted to tell Russia to fuck himself with his own pipe, but knew that if he did this one thing he could probably get off without being sodomized by anything else.
His pride was still snarling and screeching like a banshee, but he pushed it down, barely. "Fine."
Both of Russia's eyebrows rose up in shock. America was actually doing what he said he wanted without threats or force? Heat went to his cheeks and he felt giddy.
"А, значит, ты умнее, чем кажешься! Я так счастлив!" He hugged the blond. "Такой упрямый, я думал, ты дольше будешь сопротивляться, прежде чем просто подчиниться мне и делать, что я говорю..."
"Wait what did you say?" Russia was talking that Ivanese or whatever the hell his language was. The faucet part of the pipe appeared between them, almost touching his lips.
"I want you to do all the work America; I will not touch you at all."
All the work? Alfred wanted to groan in despair but told himself to just get this over with so he could go home. He pushed the man back to grip his own gloves with his teeth, taking them off and throwing them to the side. He pulled off his jacket and threw it, along with his tie, to join them.
He unsnapped the buttons to his blazer, sticking out his tongue in concentration. America felt that Ivan wasn't on the bed and guessed he was sitting someplace close, watching him. The blond sat on his haunches and shook out of his top, working on his shirt.
"No keep it on; just the shirt and shorts." America rolled his eyes but unbuckled his belt and pants. He sat up to kick them off, leaving him in his woven top, socks, and those damned spandex shorts.
Alfred eyed the pipe with contempt. The thing wasn't that long, but it was still metal, shining in the florescent lighting. He wondered how it could fit up his ass, until two things were thrown at his face.
"You son of bitch..." The blond shook a fist at Ivan, picking up the condom as well as the tube of lube. He blushed and suddenly felt self conscious; he had never done this before, ever.
He didn't want to ask but he didn't want to act like a newbie either. The young nation ground his teeth focusing on the decision in his head until he heard a chuckle.
"You are quite young America, and it pleases me how you are a deviant in your own sex driven country." Well wasn't that the pot calling the kettle black?
America was going to snap back, until he yelped at how Ivan was suddenly close to him again. 'Fucking ninja Russian!'
"Do you want me instruct you on how to please yourself?" The man's voice rumbled from its normal childish tone and America found himself shivering, though not in fear.
"N...No, I can do this!" He was America damn it and his country was just as perverted as Japan or Greece or...wait that had come out wrong.
The blond clinched and unfolded his hands, finding himself shaking and feeling nineteen years old, rather than an over five hundred year old nation. With trembling hands he started to pull down the shorts until Russia waved a finger. "No, keep them on."
'Keep them on? Then how the hell can I put that thing in?' The large nation must have read what he was thinking because he pushed the blond on his back and started to rip a hole near his entrance. "Ahhh!" He felt cool air on his ass as well as his balls.
Ivan was so tempted to lick that puckered hole, red and quivering in his sights. "I want you prepare yourself nicely here." He pressed against the ring of muscle and was tempted to just break his promise as he felt his finger almost be greedily drawn in.
America bit his lip and wanted to sob, but no, heroes were stronger than this! He hitched in a breath and felt the weight change on the bed, assuming that Russia had gotten off again.
Feeling blindly for the tube, he brought it to his sites and groaned. Alfred popped the top open and squeezed a generous amount on his hand before reaching down.
He pushed one slick finger in and winced, clenching around it. The blond's own fingers felt strange in this taboo area, smaller than Ivan's own massive fingers. America calmed himself down and pushed in further, wriggling it inside.
The sensation of his outer walls, the heat and texture was exciting. Alfred realized that he was already getting hard by doing this alone. He pushed in his middle finger, feeling the muscles stretch slightly to accommodate them.
Part of him wanted to search out that place that would make him cum and turn him into a primal and lust driven being. The big Russian would hit that spot with his cock and…why was he thinking about that! America pulled out his fingers and tried to calm himself down.
He panted and turned his head, eyeing the pipe. Sitting up on his butt, he ignored how his cock was fully hard and straining against the shorts. Alfred touched the cool metal with his bare fingers and suddenly hated that he had agreed to do this.
America held up the condom and ripped it out. He pulled up the pipe and started to slip it on over the smooth end. He sighed and lay back again, pushing the narrow, long end against his entrance.
It was still cold, even with the latex on, and Alfred grimaced at the unyielding metal. This was a poor substitute to a real penis, and it was difficult to push the tube past the ring of muscle. He groaned and leaned back as he managed to get it inside with a pop.
Ivan was sitting in a chair nearby, licking his lips. He didn't think the stupid American would do it and was enjoying the show. His eyes were on how his precious pipe was slipping further and further now, how America's ass flexed around the metal. The pale haired man wanted to just throw the metal aside and grind the man into the bed, but no, he had to show patience.
"Damn..." Alfred let out a whimper, shutting his eyes tight behind his glasses. The pipe was warming up as he got most of it inside. He twisted and started to pull it out, before pushing back in, creating a clumsy rhythm.
"Ahhh!" The blond arched his back, causing Russia to jump and shut his eyes. Yes, he had managed to find that spot! Changing the angle, Alfred started to hit it dead on with the hollow tube, clinching his ass and panting.
Fuck, he couldn't take this anymore. America was fucking himself with his pipe, the spandex straining against his thighs, his manhood threatening to pop out. The blond's toes were curling and he was mewling in wanton lust. His hand was squeezing the pipe tightly and pushing in and out of his stretched hole so damned hotly.
Alfred groaned at the pressure in his cock and tried to touch himself. He was close, really close, until he felt his hand being snapped away and the pipe being forced out. He winced and groaned, lying back on the bed.
"America." Russia's voice was low and dangerous. "Come here."
The blond assumed that Russia was near since his eyes were still closed. Gloved hands touched his face, and he turned into it, nuzzling the palm.
Russia bit his lip at the open affection, stroking and playing with the blond strands. His face flushed as a tongue licked his hand and America mumbled something.
Ivan moved his hand downward and hoisted the man up. They were face to face now, with America leaning over, head bowed and hands between his legs as he tried to hide his arousal.
"I want you to..." Breath tickled his face as Ivan leaned over. "I want you to ride me." Alfred shuddered at the command.
He had done this once before, so it shouldn't be a problem, right? It was like riding a horse in a way.
No the issue was that he was so hard and embarrassed that he couldn't get up. Of all the times the man fucked him he never wanted Russia as badly as he did now. His head was screaming with confused and frustrated voices, one protesting and the other wanting so badly to just submit to the nation and enjoy what he gave.
"I...I can't do it...I can't even move." His face flushed harder and he wanted to punch Russia in the face for making him act this way. Without a word he felt himself being lifted up and settled on Ivan's lap.
Ivan chuckled in his head darkly; this showed that he was making more of an impact than he thought. In this short period of time not only did the young arrogant nation start to yell out his name more frequently, but he also showed want as well. This meant that he could get America to go towards his will even faster.
Alfred touched the material on Russia's coat; feeling the massive cock rub against his butt. He assumed that the man had taken off his pants when he was impaling himself with the pipe.
The scarf, the annoying scarf that he wore like forever, caught his eye and he pulled up a tail sleeve. Pushing the material to his nose, he sniffed it and felt his cock jerk, dripping more pre-cum. God it smelt like an extreme version of Russia, along with flower pollen and...
A cough interrupted his thoughts and he snapped back. Grumbling, America felt behind him and lifted himself up, avoiding just flat out staring into those violet eyes. The blond hissed as it slipped in easily and quickly.
"Fuuuuuu." The pipe was longer but Russia was just bigger, hotter and wider. It twitched and expanded in his ass, causing America to gasp and almost come then and there.
He heard the bastard laugh as he nipped his ear, reaching behind him to grab his butt. The blond was pulled up, almost to the tip, before being slammed back down.
America laid his head into Ivan's shoulder and screamed out a garbled mess of god-damn, the ashen haired man's name, and mother fucker.
"Damn...Damn... Damn!" He bit into the older nation's shoulder and held on, trying to not yell out. He wasn't some dog that the bastard could just...oh fuuuuuck.
"Go...faster...slower...not there...urghhhhhh..." Russia laughed at how his lover couldn't make up his mind. He released one hand to run up the nation's chest and twisted one nipple between his fingers.
"What was that America? That you're not some bitch that I can take any time? Oh no, you're my lover through and through. Although, I could call you my 'sunny pig' and other nicknames if that helps."
"Don't call me that!" He gasped and tried to push the man back, but he held onto Alfred's arms so he wouldn't fall and pop out. That was the spot and ohhhhh...
Ivan swallowed and panted; the nation was gripping and squeezing his cock in hard spasms and felt sperm hit his face. Tch America was such a mess; now he would have to clean his coat as well.
Russia was going to make a comment about this until he felt hands on his face and lips crushed against his own. His eyes shot open and he groaned, grabbing the blond hair and kissing him hard.
Damn it, he wasn't expecting America to do this. He wasn't doing the work anymore and Alfred was bouncing up and down, the underside of Ivan's cock brushing up against the ring of muscle before being slammed down into that heat again.
"Fuck." They parted for breath, spit leaving a bridge between them, and Russia found himself moaning instead as Alfred nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip.
America never had sex before Russia but it didn't mean he never kissed anyone and considered himself pretty good, if the noises from the snarky nation under him were any indication.
Cold hands touched the spandex still on him and America jumped as he felt his ass being slapped. He parted from the older nation's mouth with a growl. Cold fingers gripped and pulled his new erection and he felt hot cum shoot up his ass and fill him up.
America opened his mouth, still riding Ivan as he felt himself let go again, dripping all over the big hand gripping his cock. He sighed and leaned over, the member inside of him growing softer.
They just lay in that position, with Russia's hair tickling the side of America's face. Once the wave of pleasure came down though Alfred's head was screaming again and the ramifications that he had, once again, slept with his former rival, and that he actually kissed the bastard was at full force.
Random Notes: (GOD I'M HIGH AS HELL FROM SWEET LEAF TEA and...nothing. XD)
Ah you are smarter than you look then! I'm so happy!: А, значит, ты умнее, чем кажешься! Я так счастлив!
Such a stubborn youth, I thought it would take so long for you to just obey and listen to me...: Такой упрямый, я думал, ты дольше будешь сопротивляться, прежде чем просто подчиниться мне и делать, что я говорю...
Dammit I couldn't space this and it's too big it seems WAAAAAAAA *passes out*
