So, do people want to see smut in this? Or shall instances of sex be PG-13ish?
Ivan glanced at his Rolex for the thousandth time, annoyed with himself for showing up too early. He was cold, and he kind of had to pee. But wait he did. He didn't want to miss him, and moving hurt, anyway. Not that he was a wimp when it came to pain, but why hurt if he didn't have to?
At long last, a bus pulled up to a nearby stop, and among the exiting crowd was a be-cowlicked head of gold hair. Alfred instantly caught sight of Ivan, waiting near the bar's entrance, and waved enthusiastically, face lighting up like the sun. Ivan felt better about his long wait already.
“Hey!” Alfred, apparently over his bout of shyness yesterday, flung himself at Ivan and hugged tight. Taken by surprise, Ivan stumbled back a step, wincing. “You're really here! I mean, I didn't doubt you or anything, I just thought maybe last night was a dream or something, you know?”
“It wasn't,” Ivan assured him. “How was your day?”
“Good!” Alfred stepped back. “No deliveries on the weekend for me. Today I hung out at home, but if you wanna do something away from my work early tomorrow...”
“That would be nice.” Ivan had tucked the second bouquet of flowers in an inner pocket to keep it safe from prying eyes. He retrieved it, grateful that it had survived intact in there. “Here.”
“Aww!” Alfred accepted the flowers, eyes sparkling. “Are you not the sweetest thing?”
Ivan coughed, unsure of how to respond. It was his first time giving flowers to a date. “Well, we should-”
“You're from the biggest country in the world,” Alfred interrupted.
Ivan stared at him, baffled by the random spewing of a well-known factoid. “Yes?”
Alfred nodded. “Moscow's the capital and largest city. Saint Petersburg's the second largest, and used to be the capital.”
“Why-”
“The flag's white, blue, and red, and the national symbol thingy is a two-headed eagle. Which is pretty cool, 'cause both our countries have the whole red white and blue and eagle things going on.” Alfred beamed. “There've been like five thousand different types of government. Ballet and hockey are popular. There's pretty buildings. And a lot of the country is really fucking cold.”
Ivan was finding it hard not to laugh. “You should let your brother do the studying.”
“Hey, he was doing book studying today, so I got the internet!”
And for some reason, Ivan couldn't help but feel touched. Alfred's free time was precious, and he spent it looking up facts about Russia. Granted, they were facts one would expect to find in a grade school student's paper, but it was the thought that counted.
“Can we go inside?”
“Oh, sure!” Alfred walked over to the door with that ever-present bounce in his step. Ivan's smile grew. Alfred really was life. He followed after the boy as well as he could, hoping he did not see. But the world was not that kind, and Alfred glanced over his shoulder too quickly for Ivan to stop. “You're limping!” Well, it wasn't like he could have hid that forever.
“It's nothing,” Ivan said with a wave of his hand.
“What happened?” Alfred returned to Ivan's side.
Ivan hated himself for lying to Alfred, but he knew he was going to have to get used to it. “I stumbled this morning getting out of bed, ran right into the nightstand.”
Alfred winced in sympathetic pain. “I do that a lot.” To Ivan's relief, he did not pry further or try to tend to his leg. The discovery of bandages wrapped around it would kill that excuse. “It should be okay tomorrow, right? So we can walk around somewhere?”
“It will be fine.”
“Good.” Alfred smiled at Ivan, and suddenly, he was once again the shy and nervous boy he had been last night. A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. “Say...”
Bratva 6a/??
Ivan glanced at his Rolex for the thousandth time, annoyed with himself for showing up too early. He was cold, and he kind of had to pee. But wait he did. He didn't want to miss him, and moving hurt, anyway. Not that he was a wimp when it came to pain, but why hurt if he didn't have to?
At long last, a bus pulled up to a nearby stop, and among the exiting crowd was a be-cowlicked head of gold hair. Alfred instantly caught sight of Ivan, waiting near the bar's entrance, and waved enthusiastically, face lighting up like the sun. Ivan felt better about his long wait already.
“Hey!” Alfred, apparently over his bout of shyness yesterday, flung himself at Ivan and hugged tight. Taken by surprise, Ivan stumbled back a step, wincing. “You're really here! I mean, I didn't doubt you or anything, I just thought maybe last night was a dream or something, you know?”
“It wasn't,” Ivan assured him. “How was your day?”
“Good!” Alfred stepped back. “No deliveries on the weekend for me. Today I hung out at home, but if you wanna do something away from my work early tomorrow...”
“That would be nice.” Ivan had tucked the second bouquet of flowers in an inner pocket to keep it safe from prying eyes. He retrieved it, grateful that it had survived intact in there. “Here.”
“Aww!” Alfred accepted the flowers, eyes sparkling. “Are you not the sweetest thing?”
Ivan coughed, unsure of how to respond. It was his first time giving flowers to a date. “Well, we should-”
“You're from the biggest country in the world,” Alfred interrupted.
Ivan stared at him, baffled by the random spewing of a well-known factoid. “Yes?”
Alfred nodded. “Moscow's the capital and largest city. Saint Petersburg's the second largest, and used to be the capital.”
“Why-”
“The flag's white, blue, and red, and the national symbol thingy is a two-headed eagle. Which is pretty cool, 'cause both our countries have the whole red white and blue and eagle things going on.” Alfred beamed. “There've been like five thousand different types of government. Ballet and hockey are popular. There's pretty buildings. And a lot of the country is really fucking cold.”
Ivan was finding it hard not to laugh. “You should let your brother do the studying.”
“Hey, he was doing book studying today, so I got the internet!”
And for some reason, Ivan couldn't help but feel touched. Alfred's free time was precious, and he spent it looking up facts about Russia. Granted, they were facts one would expect to find in a grade school student's paper, but it was the thought that counted.
“Can we go inside?”
“Oh, sure!” Alfred walked over to the door with that ever-present bounce in his step. Ivan's smile grew. Alfred really was life. He followed after the boy as well as he could, hoping he did not see. But the world was not that kind, and Alfred glanced over his shoulder too quickly for Ivan to stop. “You're limping!” Well, it wasn't like he could have hid that forever.
“It's nothing,” Ivan said with a wave of his hand.
“What happened?” Alfred returned to Ivan's side.
Ivan hated himself for lying to Alfred, but he knew he was going to have to get used to it. “I stumbled this morning getting out of bed, ran right into the nightstand.”
Alfred winced in sympathetic pain. “I do that a lot.” To Ivan's relief, he did not pry further or try to tend to his leg. The discovery of bandages wrapped around it would kill that excuse. “It should be okay tomorrow, right? So we can walk around somewhere?”
“It will be fine.”
“Good.” Alfred smiled at Ivan, and suddenly, he was once again the shy and nervous boy he had been last night. A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. “Say...”
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you again?”