Private moments
England lead the way back to the camp without letting France's hand go, but the obvious demonstration of affection wasn't enough to stop his lover's complaints.
"France, goddammit, I think you are hot." He eventually admitted. "And I'll keep thinking you are hot whether you are lean or overweight, with long or short hair, tanned or paler than me, hairy or completely shaved."
"A-Arthur?"
"Yeah, so you can be anything and everything that crosses your mind, I'll still be willing to stay with you and put up with your quirks."
"You know, I would have never expected you telling me that you love me in a so sweet way~"
"Are you admitting that you owe me one?"
Despite the harsh words, England blushed scarlet in embarrassment, something that earned a soft giggle from France as he leaned closer to him.
"I admit that your words were really touching~"
After all that commotion, America and Canada could only stare speechless as the couple kept walking hand in hand - France excessively gloating and England heavily embarrassed by his confession. They still doubted that something phrased like that could be considered a declaration of love at all but, knowing their parents, they could just accept that it worked as such for the couple.
When they reached the camp, they decided that it was safer checking that everything was still where they had left it, even though it looked completely untouched at first glance.
"Looks like they didn't take anything." America declared eventually, as he came out from his tent. "I don't even see bugs."
"Also the smartphones and our backpacks are still here." Canada took his chance to bring to the camp what they had left in the car as well. Among those things, there were also a couple of empty food containers that he soon handed over to his French father. "Here papa, I think you might need these."
"Merci beaucoup, mon chou, they are just what I needed to store what's left from our dinner." France took the containers and filled one of them with the leftovers of the fish stew and the other with berries, mushrooms and herbs. "You know, I thought that the soldiers would have at least taken the food. I guess this is the final proof that America's people lack taste."
"Hey!" America yelled, earning a snigger from both his brother and French father. "I thought you were willing to defend me on food matters!"
"We're not in court now."
"But I'm your son!"
"Well, I'm your brother and I stand with papa on this."
"Matthew!"
While France and Canada kept teasing America, England stood next to his tent, officially to check that no soldier was about to come back. After some time watching his family moving around the camp, though, he couldn't help but feeling sensibly cold. Suddenly, America's words came back to his mind and he realised that he had, in truth, never left France's side until then.
As the cold became more difficult to bear, England found himself barely able to follow his family's debate about what to do before settling for the night. Since he didn't want to be discovered too distracted by the cold to be productive, he gave up pretending to be coolly on the watch and entered the tent that he was meant to share with France, to rummage in their backpacks in search of something warmer to wear.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" England snapped, before realising that he didn't look intimidating at all, standing on all fours with his upper body inside the tent and his butt peeking outside.
In addition to that, this position allowed France to have a nice view of his backside, so England was sure - knowing the nation - that the blood France would need to feel scared by him was currently moving elsewhere, namely downwards.
"If I have to be completely honest, it looks like you are begging to be taken here and now~"
France chuckled, and England exited the tent to sit hastily on the ground and get his backside away from France's reach. At least, until he was sure that the road was clear.
"You are a frigging pervert, the boys are still awake!"
"Then you shouldn't yell." England groaned at France's remark, but couldn't really find a decent retort to give him. "What did you need? I can help or let you borrow something you forgot."
"You basically kidnapped me! In order to forget something, I should have prepared to come here."
"You didn't seem unwilling to depart to me, when I dragged you out of your misery." France crossed his arms staring accusatorily back at him, and England could just sigh in defeat.
"It's too frigging cold here. I don't think I have suitable nightwear."
"Can't you just put a jumper over your pyjama?"
"That would still require me undressing, and I have no intention of doing that."
England huffed in annoyance and France smirked at him.
"What if I warm you up in the meantime~?" France's proposition earned him England's risen eyebrow, but that didn't stop France from pushing gently England back inside the tent, as he pecked him and teased his lips with his wet tongue. "I want to thank you for your kind words from before."
"France. The kids. Are. Still up." England tried to protest between one kiss and the other. "Besides, you would have to undress me for that."
"I could play with you just a little first... If I remember correctly, I've always managed to make you forget of all your troubles~ You can trust me today as well."
England glared at his lover, but allowed France to drag him inside the tent enough that only his feet peeked out. Then France moved behind him and made him sit between his legs, allowing England to feel France's still clothed cock against his butt.
If his husband's mere presence by his side wasn't enough, the innocent pressure certainly made his breath hitch and his heart race.
Soon France's hands found their way under England's sweater, making the English nation tighten his arms around his own waist in a desperate attempt to slow him down.
"France, your hands are cold!"
"If you yell this much the boys will hear you." France didn't remove his hands, but he caressed up his torso to pinch England's nipples, enjoying the soft moan that his lover was attempting to suppress. "I'll stop, if you really want me to stop."
England attempted to groan in disappointment, but when France started to rub the tip of his fingers over his nipples with purpose, the groan he was supposed to threaten him with morphed into a small moan. Encouraged by his reactions, France kept on what he was doing with his hands, brushing his lips against the soft skin of England's neck.
France's name escaped England's lips in a choked whisper, allowing England to feel his smirk against his skin before France started to tease his neck properly with kisses and soft bites, from the crook where it met the shoulder to the line right under his ear.
Instinctively, England leaned more into France's embrace to get more of both his hands and mouth, ending up rubbing his butt against France's dick. The subtle movement made France moan, and he searched for more friction thrusting back against him.
"Hurry up with it, if you have to do this~ I'm not going to let you undress me anyway." England snapped, his cheeks red in frustration as his arousal started to show.
France blinked at his lover's urgency, and quickly let one of his hands slid inside England's pants, only to confirm that he was rock hard indeed.
"My love, is this really just the cold? I thought I had taken good care of you on our way across the ocean, what's turning you on?" France enquired, sounding sincerely worried. Still, he never stopped his ministrations, his warm breath over England's wet skin making his lover shudder in pleasure even more. "Is it the fear of being discovered or are you just pent up? You could have called me over, or you could have come back to Paris at any time."
"You are the one who started this!" England protested, turning beet red at France's blunt questions. "Mind your own business!"
"You are my top business, mon amour. And I was asking only to understand how to reassure and satisfy you. You know I love you, I want to give you what you need."
That said, France sat England more comfortably in his lap, licking and biting the lobe of his ear as he teased his nipple with one hand while taking a firm grip of his cock with the other. England hissed at the triple assault and instinctively tried to open more his legs, despite the hindrance caused by his own trousers.
Encouraged by the quick response, France let England's nipple go, in order to search in his pocket for some lube.
"You are not taking off my trousers." England reminded him, only to get a reassuring kiss on his cheek as an answer.
"You will stain them, and then you will have to take them off anyway."
"I count on you warming me up enough not to mind the cold by then."
"That's some responsibility you are putting on me~"
France chuckled and England all but grabbed the back of his hair to bring their faces closer and their lips clashing into an angry kiss. His tongue quickly earned access to France's mouth, turning the impromptu kiss into a messy dance of tongues that only aroused them more.
"You must be good at something, or what was the point in marrying you?" England breathed his playful tease, searching France's eyes with his lust-filled ones before recapturing his lips into another wet kiss. "You've better doing the job you are expected to do."
"It's too late to backpedal on your love confession, you know Angleterre?" France admonishment came with a wet lick over England's lower lip that made it glisten with saliva even more. "Even though I must admit that your shyness makes you even cuter than what you already are."
"I'm not shy, and I'm most certainly not cute at all." England growled, still finding difficult, even after all those years together, to accept France's open compliments. "I'm grumpy and hardly likable, everyone can testify on that."
"Let me decide on my own feelings for you~"
France pecked his lover on his lips one last time to silence his protests, and then he lowered England's trousers just enough to have access to his hole, before putting some lube on his hands. England had barely the time to shudder at the feeling of France's clothed hardness against his naked butt, that France shifted him enough to slide his fingers inside him. The light discomfort soon turned pleasure, as France started to stimulate directly his prostate with fingers that however just didn't seem to get any warmer.
When his cold and wet hand found his way back on his cock, England felt as if he could come just like that. Desperate to get more, he reached behind himself to bring his husband into yet another kiss.
This time, however, France stopped his drive, keeping control of the kiss to make it slow and wet, allowing himself to savour each and every crevice of England's mouth. France's slow pace, his love and his care clashed against England's drive, making the last bit of his uncaring façade crumble... And then, then there was little England could do to remember collateral things like feeling cold or that the entrance of the tent was still wide open.
His moans echoed inside the kiss as his hips started to move in time with France's teasing, attempting to get more from both hands pleasuring him.
"Mon amour, no matter how much I love hearing your voice, you need to keep it down, or the boys will hear you." France whispered in his ear as soon as they broke the kiss, making England swallow at the realisation.
The fact that their sons still hadn't come looking for them was indeed surprising. The last bit of rational mind England still had at work decided that it probably had something to do with the debate he hadn't paid attention to before, an option that would also explain why France had dared teasing him with the tent open, something that he wouldn't normally do if a real danger of England being seen existed. For how much an exhibitionist France was, he still had well clear in his mind that England was nothing like that, and never once had dared to put him in situations he wasn't comfortable with.
France's words, however, told him that yes, their sons weren't at the camp, but they were nearby, so they still had to be cautious.
"Stop teasing then..." England breathed out. "Please, I need you inside~ I want to feel your dick inside me..."
England reached behind himself to grab a hold of France's hair and keep himself steady as his lover moved his hands on his hips to guide him finally on his cock. Cock that was supposed to feel much warmer as it slipped inside him, but instead England's mind was brought back to the time in which France had decided to tease him using ice cream and popsicles.
Really, if this was the best his lover could do, why did he marry him and not just a popsicle factory!?
The feeling of fullness was already enough to make him lose his mind, though, and when France slipped once more his cold hands inside his pants and under his shirt to tease his cock and nipples, England couldn't stop the soft cry escaping his lips.
He quickly let France's hair go to slap his hands over his mouth and muffle his own voice, but as the teasing resumed and the actual thrusting started, keeping control of himself was turning any time more difficult.
"Angleterre? Are you really alright, mon lapin?" France's breath teased England's wet skin, sending chills all over his back. "You feel as if you are already about to come."
"Your hands and your dick…" England tried to answer, his voice broken by France's still tentative thrusts. "They are cold… and when they are wet…"
England closed his eyes shut as he tried to suppress a louder moan, so France used his leverage to drag him against his chest to comfort him.
"I'm sorry, mon petit. I'll make you come right away, don't worry at all about me."
There was no way they could come together with England like this, so France changed his pace and the angle of his thrusts in order to make them shallow enough to bring him as close as possible to his climax. He gripped firmly England's cock and he moved his hand quicker, as he turned the teasing caresses on his nipple into a strong pinch that made England cry in ecstasy and pure bliss.
France was the master of teases, sure, but he had gotten over the years a firm grasp of how England liked to be touched and of all his weak points. Mixing them all together quickly turned England's mind black, letting him prey of his body's needs: more, harder, deeper, coming...
It didn't take much for the English nation to get over the edge and spurt his hot semen inside his pants, his voice barely muffled by his hands first, and then by France's hungry kiss as soon as he saw him coming undone in his arms. England allowed France to take advantage of the kiss and leaned -still shaking after the powerful orgasm- against his chest, safely welcomed into his lover's embrace. A small whimper escaped his lips as he felt France covering whatever piece of his still oversensitive skin in kisses, in a silent request of forgiveness for having brought him so quickly close to the edge that he had to forego some proper foreplay.
The thought made England smile - relaxing him a bit - because France, after all those years, was supposed to know that he was the only one who made a point about foreplay. Still, it was so comfortable and pleasurable, that England just let himself enjoy the afterglow, the cuddles and all the love France was pouring onto him, ending up remembering that his lover had not come at all only when he felt him slipping from inside him still sensibly hard.
"Francis?" His voice sounded quite drowsy, something that made England realise that he might be about to propose something he couldn't deliver. "Do you want me to-"
"Oi! France, England!?" America's voice froze both lovers on the spot. "Are you fucking in that tent of yours!?"
"Alfred!"
"But they are taking ages just to come out!"
"Fuck they are back already!" France swore and dragged England fully close in his embrace, to hide him properly in case the younger nations dared to peek inside the tent.
"England is short on heavy sleepwear, you ungrateful kids!" He yelled in answer, tightening his hold on his lover as he caressed reassuringly his hair. "We're sorting it out!"
"Can't you think about it later? We still need to arrange things for tomorrow!"
Canada's request sounded reasonable, still, as both France and England's stares moved down between them, they couldn't help but notice France's still hard cock.
"Hide inside the sleeping bag." England decided. "I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
He kissed briefly France and then he hastened to get rid of his wet trousers and underwear, wore his pyjamas' bottom and finally rushed outside to meet the kids.
France could only sigh at the sight of England's retreating back, despite acknowledging that letting him go alone was the only viable solution, since there was no way he could show himself like that in front of the boys. He threw England's dirty clothes inside a bag, undressed and slipped inside his sleeping bag then, deciding that whether they called it an early night or not, pretending to sleep was his best chance not to get busted by America and Canada.
Eventually it turned out to be a good idea since, by the time America had sneaked inside the tent to gather proofs of their misdeeds, the tent was clean and France had actually fallen asleep. As soon as England noticed his intrusion, though, he dragged his son back to his tent, despite feeling his heart sink at the sight of his already asleep lover.
Before the kids noticed his annoyance, he yelled at them to learn from France and go to sleep, to allow him to finally do the same and get some warmth inside his sleeping bag. It wasn't even that much of a lie, since the aftereffect of France making him come had already weaned and he was starting to feel cold again.
He had planned to get back to France and resume their little tryst - hopefully after joining their sleeping bags to take advantage of France being as warm as a furnace - but currently this would mean waking him up and he didn't want to annoy him… Unless…
France woke up feeling his nether regions unusually cold. He opened a suspicious eye to check that the sleeping bag was still zipped close, but he saw in front of himself only a blond mane of hair. As his mind started to focus once more onto the here and now, he could feel England's wet licks and his soft lips on his dick as well as a wet finger already inside him.
"And here I had just managed to make my arousal go down."
"I noticed. It was a pity, really: your hard dick is your most valuable asset."
Being found out by France changed nothing in England's plan, and he continued to worship his cock while adding also a second finger to stretch him properly. The addition stole a moan from the Frenchman, who promptly put his hands over his mouth to silence himself.
"Is this revenge... for what happened before?"
"Revenge?" England took his chance to trace the contour of France's head, lapping up the pale mix of precum and saliva before letting his lips brush teasingly over the sensitive skin. "I came but you didn't, I'd call it a thank you for what you did for me. Just be grateful and enjoy~"
"Always those nasty words... Ah~! Just be honest... For once..."
England swallowed France's cock and sucked on it, taking pleasure at the feeling of his veins engorging against his tongue under his ministrations. He searched deeper with his fingers and found the right spot to make France moan again, turning his answer into another loud moan.
"You are cruel, you know?" England continued then, his breath teasing France's wet slit enough to make the Frenchman tremble in pleasure. "You knew I would be cold again after getting back to the tent, but you didn't even think about join the sleeping bags to sleep together."
"I didn't plan... to fall asleep~ Ahn~ Angleterre~"
"Be a good boy and don't come on me just yet." England warned him softly, the shameful reminder of not being able to reciprocate before still clear in his mind. "I want to feel warm again with you."
He shissored France's entrance carefully, something that earned him a whimper of discomfort. England then licked France's cock for all its length, tracing the pulsing veins there with wet strokes of his tongue, before taking him back in his mouth again as he started to finger him properly.
His oiled fingers slipped easily inside and out, the hard muscles there feeling already softened enough to welcome the well-desired intrusion. France tightened around him to get more of the sensation, and England took it as his sign to stimulate his prostate with each new penetration, hoping to add to France's pleasure and to wean any discomfort he might still feel.
"You could have just slip inside my~ sleeping bag, you know?" France attempted to answer, even if England's careful fingering was making him unable to keep his voice steady. "You don't need to repay... Ah~! The favour~"
"Too cramped. We'll join the sleeping bags after I make you come."
"So you will join me... when I'll be all sticky and wet?"
France chuckle morphed into yet another moan, making England snort at him. The feeling of his huff unwillingly cooling the saliva over his dick made the Frenchman take a sharp intake of breath, but England completely missed his uneasiness.
"I meant that as a way to warm up one another, but you're not wrong."
Much to France's confusion, England sat up and tried to retrieve something from the Frenchman's bag. At the sight of what it was, France's heart fell.
Condoms.
"I don't like using them."
"You always bring them with you."
"Still, I don't plan to use them unless it's strictly necessary."
"This looks strictly necessary to me."
"We don't have to go back to a meeting, a tiny mess doesn't look like a problem to me..."
"France, be nice to the both of us. I'm not sleeping alone in the cold tonight but neither will I throw you in a river to get you clean." England kissed lightly France's temple to reassure him, as his hands started caressing his body not to let disappointment dampen France's desire. "I'm not so cruel, no matter what people think of me."
"Isn't sleeping with me without throwing me inside the river an option?"
"I'm not going to sleep covered in cum." England tried his best to ignore France's pleading eyes, but couldn't help feeling a jolt of guilt in his chest seeing his disappointment. "If you wanted raw sex, you should have known that camping in autumn was not an option."
He covered France fully, his clothed body creating sweet friction against France's sensitive skin.
"To be fair, I thought that getting my way with you on the airplane~ and some little teasing along the holiday~ would be satisfactory enough."
"Says the nation who came onto me."
"Ah, about that, mon petit lapin~" France's pretence at innocence did little to convince his husband, even less when England started kissing his cheek as he grinded their groins together and France thrust up instinctively, trying to meet England's movements . "So much time passed since the last time we were together, that I couldn't really help it~"
"Francis. I've been alone in England four days before you came and dragged me here. And it was something like our only four days apart in centuries!"
"Four days without you are a lifetime, mon amour~"
England rolled his eyes and decided to shut France up with a kiss. It soon went overboard, since the softness of France's lips was too much for England to keep up the angry and annoyed charade, and tasting himself on England's tongue felt overwhelming for France.
Sure, France had his way with words when it came to annoy or flirt with him, but England couldn't deny that those four days had been quite lonely and, much to his dismay, quite unproductive specifically because France wasn't with him.
He had left for London alone not to let France distract him too much, but he had instead lost tons of time. Either he was trying to get something edible to eat or to take a crucial decision, everything was missing France. It came to the point that one night he found himself just staring blankly at the wall, wondering what he was supposed to do next while generally missing his husband's companionship. He had honestly never realised that it had become so normal having France caring about their meals or other basic necessities, asking for his opinions and simply having their life so entwined together.
"Is this your way to tell me that you missed me too?"
Damn France to read him like an open book.
"Shut it, you know that I will never admit it." Despite his words, England moved back between France's legs and lowered his own trousers enough to take out his cock. "You sure you're not cold?"
"Even if I were, I'm sure I won't be cold for much longer~" France winked at him, but as he tried to free his arms to drag him closer, he could only notice that England's weight on his sleeping bag prevented him from opening up the last bit of his zip. "I'd appreciate if you freed me, mon cher~"
England raised one enquiring eyebrow at France, but soon it became clear to him as well the consequences of his choice to zip open France's bag from the bottom. The thought that his lover's upper body was trapped under his weight, made him smirk at him in a much eviller way than the situation required.
"Oh, but you make quite the picture like this."
"Angleterre…"
"And I would never risk you feeling cold by opening it up too much."
"Angleterr-!"
England kissed once more France to shut him up and took his chance to feel him up freely, to both distract and excite him back to the mood. France's body seemed to appreciate a lot the ministrations, but the frustrated groans he let out made his annoyance well known.
He tried a few more times to break free, but the zip didn't give any sign to bulge, so England just smirked against France's lips and proceeded to put one of the condoms on his lover, only to make him groan inside the kiss. He deepened it even more to stop any further attempt to complaining and, predictably, France melted under the sweet assault.
"You seem to like this more than you want to admit. Are you good?"
France felt highly conflicted, because yeah, he wanted to be able to reciprocate England's attentions, but feeling trapped was honestly turning him on. It probably wasn't the best idea trying something like that inside a tent and not in the safety of their bedroom, but it wasn't everyday they could use a sleeping bag. And he so fucking loved England being teasing and assertive, almost as much as he loved him melting in his arms.
Eventually he just nodded, spreading his legs wider as an encouragement for his lover to move on.
England put some more lube on his hand and teased him back to full hardness then, before resuming his work on his hole, adding this time a third finger. The double assault, mixing with the frustrating feeling of not being able to move the way he wanted, made soon France lose his focus completely, something that only excited England more. He put a condom on himself then and, as soon as he was certain that France was loose enough, he went in with a deep shallow thrust. France gasped at the sudden movement, tightening his legs around to England's waist, but his lover didn't feel any better.
Molesting and feeling up France's naked body had made him feel all hot and excited, sure, but feeling France's warmth around him and breathing in the smell of his arousal was much more mind breaking than that. And as he started to move, the warmth and the pleasure only increased, until he barely remembered that they were inside a tent in the middle of the woods with their adult sons nearby.
He was reminded of that only when he let France's mouth free, as he moved his kisses lower down his chin, and he could hear clearly his lover's voice pleading him for more
"France, keep quiet~ the boys will hear you..."
His plead didn't make it to France, though, and he let a small scream escape his lips as England with a shallower thrust hit his prostate just right.
England kissed France again to muffle his cries, but the warmth of his mouth and the headiness of his teasing licks soon made him unable to focus on anything that wasn't them kissing and enjoying one another. The sex had legitimately warmed him up, sure, but it wasn't just that.
France smelled nice, had a lovely voice – either he used it to moan or to pester him- and either he was top, bottom or neither of them he always gave England everything he had, something that for a greedy nation as England was meant the whole world. America had said something right, sure, but pointing out how warm he feltwas just barely scraping the surface of all the reasons that made England always gravitate into France's arms. Something that, for reasons he couldn't fathom, always happened to France as well.
Not that either of them would ever admit it or talk about it.
Eventually it became too much for the both of them and they came... only for France to groan in disappointment as he felt the condom England was wearing filling inside him and the one on him becoming heavier around his dick as it filled with his own come.
"Merde... This is frigging anticlimactic."
"Only because you are used to do what the hell you want and you can't accept restraints even when they are done for your best interest."
"I'm the country of love, I'm supposed to like your liquid love inside me... or mine inside you. Besides, if I can't have it raw, what would be the perks of marrying you?"
"France, calling sperm liquid love is pure pornography and rather disgusting. And I hope you have more reasonable reasons to have married me." England muttered against France's neck, receiving a soft chuckle as an answer.
"You won't say~"
"You are an insufferable git."
Despite wishing to keep on their bickering, England tried to find enough strength of will to stand up and take care of France. It was an unsaid agreement that the one on top would help the other to clean up, something that became a shared duty whenever they agreed on something different than penetration or that didn't imply one of them in a mess and the other one fairly clean.
The catch in their silent agreement was how quickly sleep caught England after he came, something that made him frequently forego his duties –not that France ever complained- or fall asleep while France took care of him.
This time, however, taking care of France would be fairly easy and highly necessary so, considering that his husband was quite annoyed and still unable to move his arms, he had every intention to follow through. At least not to risk ending up in one of France's revenges, that more often than not turned out to be dangerously political, something that he was in no feasible shape to sustain at the moment.
England did his best to collect his wits, then, and flexed his arms to get a better look of his husband… and his breath caught, no differently than the first day he had seen him, despite his red and overheated cheeks and the tired expression. France blinked in confusion seeing him stare, so England just lowered enough to kiss him on his lips, long enough to erase any doubt from his mind, and then forced himself to pull out of him to get rid of the condoms.
The procedure was so quick that, if he didn't fear France cries and protest about it, he would have proposed to use condoms even after they were back at home. Sleep was already heavy on his eyes, though, so he finally freed France from the upper side of his sleeping bag and let himself fall over him, tightening his arms around his waist. He felt him sweaty under him, but he was also warm, soft and smelled nice, so any consideration about that not implying that they weren't properly settled for the night quickly left his mind.
"Angleterre, we still need to join the sleeping bags." France took his chance to finally hold back his lover, only to notice that England had already passed out. "You might complain about being unable to sleep dirty, sweaty and tangled with me, but the truth is that after you come you would even be able to sleep outside in the cold."
He sighed and sat up, wincing at the discomfort of his overly abused backside, to get England's sleeping bag and join them together. He tried to move England back to his own side, but the tent was small and England groaned in his sleep each time he tried to move him from the warmed up spot he had nestled himself in, so France eventually switched sides before closing the zip over them.
He held England tight in his arms and cuddled him against his chest, hoping deep inside his heart that England wouldn't wake up in a bad mood the day after because he had dared to steal his sleeping bag.
T.B.C.