“Tease,” Arthur mutters, turning back to the computer (when had Alfred turned his chair), and pushing the screen up. He let’s his fingers relax on the keys. Slowly he replays the scene in his mind, slowly making the memory turning into words that would make anyone want to storm after Alfred and kiss him because they needed to now. Let the words flow into actions of his fingers.
Damn it all! He can’t take it any more. Before he knows it, he’s storming in the door way of his office, which smells like paint, staring at Alfred like something he did really went to far. Suddenly his collar is in Arthur’s grip and his lips lost in the need of Arthur’s.
He was quick to respond however, drop the blasted paint roller and moved his hands to cradle Arthur’s neck and ring his hip. They’re lips are wet and noisy, hardly asking for permission as they just about shove their tongues in the other’s mouth. Alfred does something and Arthur whither into a purr like moan.
“There, that should do it,” Arthur says breathlessly as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the collar of his shirt. Alfred just blinks. “Thank you for your help,” Arthur smiles, showing it means more ways than one.
Suddenly this story was no longer told in the third-person narrative, but the first-person.
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Alfred left his call card when he was done, which was close to around seven. He said something about calling him if anything else broke or needed repair, they were running low one work because they were too small for the wealthy people to even consider, and not many people needed them more than once. Arthur didn’t think it was weird in when he placed it by his computer before showing Alfred out.
Wylie and Peter come home not long after, Peter chattering about the amazing day Wylie let him have, and the amazing dinner the Australian can whip up. He kept them company as Arthur made Wylie help him with move his furniture back. Peter fell asleep soon afterwards, passing out on the living room couch.
“Thank you again Wylie for getting him out of my hair for a bit.” Arthur says sliding the call card on the character scribbles that are based off Alfred.
“Don’t mention it mate, the animals really love ‘im. The staff doesn’t mind him either.” Wylie said with a broad smile, not like Alfred’s but still broad. “Hopefully you got some work done.”
“Uh…yeah, you could say I did.” Arthur says awkwardly as he’s cleaning you some of the papers and scribbles for his new book. “It’s a book, so you can’t say much yet.”
Wylie nods, he knows what Arthur does, and he doesn’t care, because he knows the strict rules Arthur has for the younger boy. “Well I should get going then.” Wylie says taking his lead, ruffling Peter’s hair, causing the boy to cuddle more into the colorful Australian blanket. Arthur smiles and shows him out.
Fix That Will You [4c/?]
Damn it all! He can’t take it any more. Before he knows it, he’s storming in the door way of his office, which smells like paint, staring at Alfred like something he did really went to far. Suddenly his collar is in Arthur’s grip and his lips lost in the need of Arthur’s.
He was quick to respond however, drop the blasted paint roller and moved his hands to cradle Arthur’s neck and ring his hip. They’re lips are wet and noisy, hardly asking for permission as they just about shove their tongues in the other’s mouth. Alfred does something and Arthur whither into a purr like moan.
“There, that should do it,” Arthur says breathlessly as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the collar of his shirt. Alfred just blinks. “Thank you for your help,” Arthur smiles, showing it means more ways than one.
Suddenly this story was no longer told in the third-person narrative, but the first-person.
--- --- ---
Alfred left his call card when he was done, which was close to around seven. He said something about calling him if anything else broke or needed repair, they were running low one work because they were too small for the wealthy people to even consider, and not many people needed them more than once. Arthur didn’t think it was weird in when he placed it by his computer before showing Alfred out.
Wylie and Peter come home not long after, Peter chattering about the amazing day Wylie let him have, and the amazing dinner the Australian can whip up. He kept them company as Arthur made Wylie help him with move his furniture back. Peter fell asleep soon afterwards, passing out on the living room couch.
“Thank you again Wylie for getting him out of my hair for a bit.” Arthur says sliding the call card on the character scribbles that are based off Alfred.
“Don’t mention it mate, the animals really love ‘im. The staff doesn’t mind him either.” Wylie said with a broad smile, not like Alfred’s but still broad. “Hopefully you got some work done.”
“Uh…yeah, you could say I did.” Arthur says awkwardly as he’s cleaning you some of the papers and scribbles for his new book. “It’s a book, so you can’t say much yet.”
Wylie nods, he knows what Arthur does, and he doesn’t care, because he knows the strict rules Arthur has for the younger boy. “Well I should get going then.” Wylie says taking his lead, ruffling Peter’s hair, causing the boy to cuddle more into the colorful Australian blanket. Arthur smiles and shows him out.