A/N There is smut! Warning smut! Sex! Love making! W/E ya wanna call it! lol xD
After Alfred knew that Arthur had fallen back asleep he decided to get up and make them something for dinner. He loved Arthur with all his heart but if he ate his cooking with the state his body was in he might really die so he tried to slowly get up without waking the smaller man and made his way downstairs and began to look for things to cook and the first thing he found was a can of Alfredo sauce. He smiled remembering how happy Arthur was when eating it the other night he thought he might as well make it again for him. It wouldn't be as good of course because it wasn't homemade but at least it wasn't burnt scones. After about half a hour Alfred began to bake a couple chicken breasts and had some noodles cooking on the stove for the Alfredo.
Arthur slept for half a hour until the smell of fettuccine wafted into his dreams and woke him up. His face was tear stricken and his hair was a mess but he smelled food. And good food at that so he made his way slowly down the stairs.
"What are you making?" He asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he came down the stairs, beautiful smells flooded his nose. He inhaled and went into the kitchen to find Alfred making his favorite dish.
"Some chicken Alfredo, I started to get really hungry." He said as he stirred the noodles that were boiling. "Would you like some when I'm done?" A small smile appearing on his face knowing Arthur wouldn't turn down the meal. Arthur walked up to Alfred and snaked his arms around Alfred's waist from behind. "I would love some," he said and then buried his face in Alfred's back, his face turning pink from being embarrassed.
He lifted his hand onto one of Arthur's that was around him and squeezed it softly. "That's good. You'll need the energy. Do you think you could do me a favor Artie?"
Arthur nodded but didn't looked up at the american. "What do you need?" He asked as he rested his chin on Alfred's shoulder and watched him cook.
"Um. Well, do you think you could go get me a new bandage for my abdomen?" He asked as he looked down and still could see the dry flaky blood from a few hours ago.
Arthur sighed. "How did you manage to reopen it?" He asked as he let go of Alfred and crossed his arms waiting for an answer, annoyed that he was hurt again.
"Its no big deal," Alfred said nervously as he looked towards the wall as if it was made of burgers. He didn't want Arthur feeling guilty about it so he wanted to keep him mouth shut.
Arthur sighed again annoyed at his lovers carelessness. "I'll be right back," he said as he uncrossed his arms and made his way over to the bathroom to grab a bandage and some other things.
Feeling bad Alfred hung his head and got a strainer out for the noodles and drained them. He then opened the oven to check the chicken and saw that they were almost done as well.
Arthur went and grabbed the bandages he needed and he also grabbed something to clean the wound and a towel to wipe the dried blood away. He had a needle and thread in a basket in the living room if he needed to use those as well.
Alfred pulled the chicken from the oven and put the pan on the counter to cool so he could cut the them into pieces. He put the drained noodles into a pot and left it on the counter as put the Alfredo sauce into a pan and began to warm it. Arthur set the bandages and other supplies on the couch and went into the kitchen, hopping up on the counter to watch Alfred cook. He would tend to his wound after he got food.
Alfred left the pan on low heat and walked over to Arthur and stood between his legs and wrapped his arms around the smaller mans waist and pulled him close. "I'm sorry Artie," Alfred murmured as he looked into his lovers eyes. Arthur wrapped his legs around Alfred's waist, being careful of his wound. "For what?" He asked trying to see if he could push Alfred to a full apology.
"I asked you to marry me and be my husband. And all I've done is cause trouble. You're supposed to be happy but all I've seen you do is cry and look as if your suffering." Alfred gritted his teeth and held back his tears as he hugged Arthur even tighter. "I'm so sorry Arthur." He mumbled into his neck.
Arthur gasped loudly from shock and a bit of anger. "Love," he started as he held Alfred close and ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm the happiest man in the world whenever I'm with you. You haven't caused any trouble that we couldn't get through together," he said as he began to shake slightly and blush at the words that left his mouth. He kissed Alfred's cheek and rocked him slowly trying to comfort the younger man.
Alfred shook his head and didn't say anything, Arthur's cries still vivid in his minds eye. He always wanted his Englishman to be happy and he had taken that from him. "Love ya Art," Alfred muttered in his shoulder.
Arthur smiled softly and kissed Alfred's cheek again. "I love you too, Alfred," he said as he held him close. He didn't even dare look at the dry blood around his wound. He didn't even look at the wound.
Alfred pulled a way from Arthur and kissed his lips softly for a moment and began to linger. He didn't want to pull away but did when the smell of the sauce hit his face. He moved from Arthur and went back to the stove to stir the Alfredo.
Arthur smiled softly and blushed lightly at the kiss he got on the lips. He watched Alfred finish up the food and realized how hungry he was when a growl came from his stomach.
Chuckling at the Englishman Alfred went back over to him and pecked him on the lips again and said "Give me a moment, its almost done." Alfred wanted and needed to show his love to Arthur, he didn't want to lose him after making him go through all this trouble. He then walked back over to the chicken that had cooled off and began to cut it up into chunks.
Arthur blushed deeper as watched him chop the chicken, and began to pay a little too much attention to Alfred's body.
Alfred finished with the chicken and mixed it with the sauce, when he was done with that he poured the noodles in with the sauce. "Art, can you grab some bowls please?"
Arthur nodded and hopped off the counter and went over to the cupboard that had bowls and grabbed two, one for him and one for Alfred.
Grabbing the bowls from Arthur, Alfred put the Alfredo into both bowls and placed them on the counter. After grabbing two forks he made sure both the stove and oven were off as he grabbed the bowls and headed into the dining room. Alfred placed Arthur's bowl at the end of the table and sat down next to his seat with his own bowl. He took a bite of the food and nodded his head, it wasn't too bad for his first time cooking it. Arthur sat down at the place where his bowl was at, right next to Alfred. He picked it up and took a bite. It was actually pretty amazing. And he realized again how hungry he was.
Alfred scarfed his down as if he had never eaten before but that was pretty normal. He licked his lips, satisfied, and watched Arthur finish his own bowl, seeing the happiness that was shining in the smaller mans eyes made Alfred's stomach do a flip.
Arthur ate his bowl with a smile. It was the best knowing that Alfred made it, thinking about it Arthur himself hadn't cooked in a while and now was in the mood to. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stared back at Alfred.
Seeing that he was done Alfred grabbed Arthur's bowl and placed it inside is own, and got up to do the dishes. Arthur took the bowls from Alfred's hands, placed them in the sink to do later, took Alfred's hand and led him to the couch. "Come on. Let's fix that wound of yours," he said as he took out the bandage.
Doing as he was told Alfred followed Arthur to the couch and laid down on his back, placing his arms behind his head for a pillow he watched Arthur mess around with the bandages.
Arthur took a look at the wound. One of the stitches had come undone but it didn't look like he needed to sew anything up. He took the damp cloth and cleaned up the dried blood and the wound. He did it as gently as he could before putting some creme on the wound and the wrapping it up in a new bandage.
Flinching only once, Alfred smiled when Arthur had finished bandaging him. He grabbed Arthur's hand and said, "Do you mind being my pillow for a little while Artie?" Alfred did his best pout hoping it would help his odds.
Arthur smiled and nodded. He moved so that he was sitting at the end of the couch near Alfred's feet. "Get over here and you can," he said in a playful voice.
Many things flew through Alfred head from Arthur's word but it seemed time stopped due to a loud knock coming from the front door. He sighed and began to get up off of the couch to answer the door.
Arthur gave him a look to sit the fuck down to which he obeyed and Arthur got up and went over to the front door. He opened it up to see who was waiting in the other side.
Matthew stood outside his brothers house with a bouquet of flowers in hand as well as a large jar of maple syrup. He smiled kindly as Arthur opened the door and did a small wave with his hand. "Hello Arthur. How are you and Alfred?"
Arthur smiled back. "Well hello Matthew. I'm well," he looked back at Alfred. "I think he'll be okay too," he said with a small chuckle then moved out of the way so Matthew could come in.
Matthew tilted his head to the side slightly and looked at Arthur with a confused look but it seemed Arthur ignored it and walked inside. He followed him inside and closed the door behind himself as he walked into the living room and found his brother scowling at him.
Arthur sat down again and smiled softly at Alfred. He thinks he knows where this is going but for now he's just gonna stay silent and let the brothers catch up. Alfred stood up and walked over to his brother and took the things from his hands and gave him a large hug, which Matthew happily returned.
"Thanks for the gifts bro!" Alfred said as cheerfully as possible as he set the flowers and syrup on their coffee table and sat back down on the couch with Arthur.
"No problem." Matthew said as he sat down in a recliner by them and smiled. "So Arthur told me you finally proposed to him."
Alfred scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly as is face became flushed, pure red. "Of course I did. You knew I was going to soon bro!" Alfred said, the glare in his eyes becoming more visible.
Matthew chucked at his brother and nodded. "Yes I knew, but its fun to tease you and make you angry Alfred. You fall for it too easily." He then got up out of the chair and walked to his brother and patted his head. "I'll take my leave now. Sorry for visiting early but I wanted to make sure you were okay." And with that he left out the front door.
As soon as the door closed, Arthur moved over so that he was up next to Alfred. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he leaned his head on Alfred's shoulder. Alfred breathed deeply and wrapped a arm around Arthur and pulled him a bit closer. "I'm fine," he mumbled into his ear.
"Are you being honest?" He asked.
"Of course, a hero rarely lies." He said with a straight face but began to laugh after he had said it. "But seriously dude I'm fine. I'm in no pain what's so ever." Which wasn't a total lie, he'd been so distracted that he hadn't focused on the pain.
"Alfred," he started as he placed his hand on his, "Just remember, you can tell me anything. I'm always here to help," he said kissing Alfred's cheek and looking at him sternly.
"I know hun," he murmured as he tilted Arthur's head up and kissed his lips softly. "I promise to tell you when I need you. And that's always." Alfred said as he pulled the Englishman onto his lap.
Arthur carefully let Alfred pull him into his lap, becoming flustered sitting so close to him and the american being half naked didn't help. "I know that," he said. "I meant if your wound hurts, or if I accidentally hurt you, do you promise to tell me?"
"Nope," Alfred said with a wide smile. "I know you wouldn't hurt me, even accidentally." He then wrapped his arms around his lover and leaned his head onto his shoulder.
"Please," he asked, pleading even. "If you promise, I'll feel better."
"I swear you look like a angel but you're as manipulative as a demon," Alfred muttered with a smirk on his face. "Fine, I'll tell. Boy scouts honor."
"Thanks you Alfred," Arthur mumbled into his lovers neck, taking in his natural scent.
"No problem." Alfred said as he felt his legs begin to go numb. He began to tap it legs trying to get the blood to flow through them.
"Would you like it if I slid off for a minute?" Arthur asked when he realized that Alfred's legs must have gone numb.
"No," Alfred nearly growled out as his grip on Arthur tightened.
"Are you sure?" He asked guiltily. He didn't want to put Alfred in pain and well it looked as though he was in pain at the moment.
"If I wanted you off of my lap I would have taken you off Artie, trust me a bit please," he said angrily as he picked Arthur up in his arms and began to take him upstairs to the Englishman's room. He opened the door to the dusty and rarely used room and laid Arthur down onto the bed, crawling on top of him.
Alfred leaned down and began to kiss Arthur roughly and hungrily due to how long he has held himself back from taking Arthur for the last few days, trying to focus on the proposal. Propping himself up with one arm the other began to trail down Arthur's body, caressing him slowly and lovingly. He alternated between sucking and softly nipping Arthur's lips before his hand slipped to Arthur's ass, gripping it tightly causing the smaller man to gasp. Alfred took the chance to slip his tongue into his partners mouth exploring it and taking in the mixed taste of tea and alfredo.
Arthur was shocked at the sudden roughness of Alfred and knew that the injured american shouldn't be pushing his body, but just from a few seconds of kissing and Alfred's roaming hand caused his body to be set ablaze with need and lust. Arthur's own hands began to wonder over his lovers body, taking in his toned skin, feeling the muscles underneath his fingertips.
Small fingers accidentally slipped over Alfred's wound causing him to quickly pull his lips away from the Englishman with a uncomfortable grunt. Arthur's eyes widened with his own pain seeing what he had just done when a thought popped into his head causing him to blush a darker shade of red.
Grabbing one of Alfred's belt loops Arthur rolled him off, causing the american to land on his back onto the bed. He then rolled himself onto the american and straddled his hips and looked down at Alfred who laid beneath him. Alfred was dumbstruck for a moment before realizing what Arthur was going to do for him and smiled reassuringly and murmured, "Arthur," as he ran his hands up his legs and rested them on his hips.
Arthur could feel Alfred's hardening dick underneath his ass, only a few layers of fabric separating them. He rested his hands on Alfred's chest and began to slowly grind his hips into the man below him, both moaning at the contact that their dicks needed and craved. Arthur continued to slowly move his hips as he leaned down and began to kiss and suck all over Alfred chest, leaving a few hickeys showing that the american was his.
Alfred began to fumble at the nightstand beside the bed trying to open the drawer and get the bottle of lubricant. Arthur saw this and crawled off of Alfred hips and stood beside the bed, pulling the drawer open he grabbed the bottle and handed it to Alfred. Knowing he needed to take his pants off Arthur began to slowly unbutton his shirt as he watched Alfred, feeling the younger mans eyes slowly trail across his body liking the show Arthur was putting on for him.
Slipping his shirt off and letting it fall behind him, Arthur's hands trailed down his body towards his pants. He unbuttoned them, slowly letting them slide down his legs to the floor and kicked them lightly behind him. His eyes never left Alfred's face, seeing the hunger and need that filled the bright blue eyes that he came to love dearly.
"Alfred," Arthur moaned lowly as he be began to slide his boxers off, freeing his restrained dick, grateful for the freedom from his clothes. Alfred licked his lips as he motioned for Arthur to come to him and growled softly, "Give me your ass Arthur." Doing as he was told Arthur slipped his leg over and straddled Alfred's chest, with his back to his lover. He then focused his attention on the large bulge coming from Alfred's pants causing his own to grow a bit.
Alfred caressed the pale bottom in front of him before griping it tightly and sinking his teeth softly into one of the soft cheeks. Hearing a moan from the Arthur caused him to grip a bit tighter and knead the soft flesh with his hands. "You git," Arthur moaned as he began to unzip Alfred's pants and started to nibble and caress his dick through the boxers fabric.
Groaning at Arthur's experienced touch Alfred grabbed the bottle of lubricant and poured some of the slick liquid on to his fingers and inserted a finger quickly into Arthur's tight hole. He moved it in and out becoming impatient and wanting to stretch the Englishman as quickly as possible.
Arthur unbuttoned the flap of Alfred's boxers and pulled out his long, thick dick and pumped it one with his hand before he felt Alfred slip another finger into him and began to scissor him quickly. He relaxed and the pain subsided quickly, holding back his moan Arthur ran his tongue around the tip before he took Alfred's dick onto his mouth.
Bobbing his head slowly Arthur took all he could into his mouth and massaged the rest with his free hand. He felt Alfred slip a third finger into him and Arthur groaned around the dick in his mouth, the vibrations raking a wave of pleasure through Alfred's body.
Alfred felt that the hole was stretched enough but to be safe he pulled his fingers out and poured more onto them, and inserting them back into Arthur. The Englishman shivered above him as Alfred quickly thrusted his fingers into him, them sliding in and out with ease.
Before Alfred could say anything Arthur pulled away from his touch and slipped off of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube from him. He poured a bit of the liquid onto his fingers and massaged Alfred's dick, pumping it slowly.
"Arthur," Alfred moaned seductively from the bed. "Please."
Arthur slid his leg back over Alfred, straddling his waist again and looked down at the man below him. Alfred looked so relaxed with a flushed face as he looked at Arthur with expectant eyes. Gripping Alfred's dick Arthur positioned it at his entrance and slowly slid down onto it, moaning from the mix of pleasure and pain from the intruding member. He sat there for a few moments, letting his body relax and stretch making room for Alfred.
Feeling Arthur's tight muscles clench around him sent spasms of pleasure through Alfred's body as he moaned, his arms snaked down to Arthur's ass and he griped them tightly.
Now a bit more comfortable Arthur placed his hands on Alfred's chest and he raised his hips and slid back down onto his lovers member. He continued and began to pick up his pace as Alfred gripped his ass even harder, he heard the him moan out his name the faster he went, pushing him to move even faster. Shifting his hips in a circular motion as he pounded onto Alfred, Arthur finally found his prostate and as soon as he hit it he half collapsed onto Alfred's chest.
Alfred spread Arthur's legs a bit more before he bent his own legs allowing him to thrust his hips into Arthur, who began to shiver on his chest and grab the sheets beneath them. He felt himself nearing his own climax and knew that Arthur was as well, he slipped his hand around the others dick and began to pump it at the same pace as his thrusts. Alfred pulled Arthur's face to his own and kissed him before he came inside of the Englishman, releasing pump after pump of his seed into him. Arthur moments later came all over Alfred's chest and collapsed into the bed pulling Alfred out of him.
They both laid there for a few moments before Alfred grabbed a tissue and cleaned his hands and chest before he pulled Arthur in to his arms and hugged him tightly and rested his head in the crook of his neck.
"I love ya Artie," Alfred murmured into his ear softly.
"I love you too git," Arthur muttered back before falling asleep.