Ivan blinked, realizing that in his split second of mind wandering, he had lost track of Alfred. “Al?” He glanced around, and was just about to leave and look around when a handful of damp leaves was dumped onto his head. Ivan gave a startled curse.
Laughing, Alfred hurried away. “Ha! Too bad I had to sneak up behind you, I'm sure your face looked great!”
Ivan supposed a little maturity might do Alfred some good. He shuddered to think of what snowy days would be like. He'd have to keep Toris and Eduard with him as backup. The mental image of the three of them on snowball patrol, armed with their own icy weaponry, was so ridiculous Ivan almost laughed. What was Alfred doing to him?
The whole day wasn't spent chasing the boy around like a weary babysitter, at least. Alfred finally joined Ivan in simply walking around the park, enjoying the atmosphere and watching children play, dogs being walked, couples sharing picnics. Ivan had not been on a picnic since leaving Russia, that might have been nice if he had known their destination ahead of time. Never one to miss an opportunity to eat, Alfred purchased some junk food from the various vendors scattered around the park and they ate at a picnic table. It wasn't quite as romantic as a meal from home packed into a basket, but it was still rather pleasant.
After that, Alfred suggested Ivan push him on a swing. Which wouldn't have been so bad, but once his turn was done, Alfred insisted on returning the favor. Ivan spent the entire time trying to burrow his face into his scarf, wondering what the odds were of nobody in the park recognizing him.
“Come on,” Alfred said, tugging on Ivan's hand. “One more thing. You'll like this.”
“Will I?” Ivan let himself be dragged. “What is it?”
“This!”
Ivan stopped and looked around, puzzled. “We're behind a shed.”
“I know.”
“There's nothing here.”
“And nobody.” Alfred stepped closer with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Well of course there's nobody he... oh.” Ivan swallowed as Alfred pressed closer.
“I can kiss you again?”
“You don't need to ask.”
“All right.” Alfred leaned up slightly to kiss Ivan. Their arms went around each other as they thoroughly explored each other's mouths. Ivan soon forgot he was in public as he slid his hands down Alfred's back, wondering if he dared. He did. He let them wander a little lower.
Ivan felt a sudden cool touch, and realized that at some time during their kisses, Alfred had slipped a hand into his coat. How had he missed those dextrous fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt? Ivan moaned into Alfred's mouth as the hand lightly traced over the planes of his stomach and chest, and again when the fingers caressed and tweaked a nipple.
Two could play at that.
It was a well known fact among most of the people who knew Ivan that he could be mean. So Ivan did not go for the boy's shirt as well, much as he wanted to explore after seeing the way his broad shoulders moved under his clothing as he worked. No, he went right for the button and zipper of his jeans, delighting in the soft gasp when he worked the pants open, pushed the elastic band of boxers down. Ivan smiled into the kiss as he skimmed his fingers over Alfred's already quite hard length, feeling him for the first time. Alfred shivered, breaking the kiss with a low moan.
“N-no fair,” Alfred gasped.
“Hmm.” Ivan trailed his fingers along the vein, smoothed his thumb over the head, greatly enjoying the noises and movements his actions were eliciting. With a smirk, he firmly gripped Alfred's shaft and pumped with quick strokes. Alfred practically fell into Ivan, clinging to him as he whimpered and his body trembled.
“S-stop!” Alfred finally said.
The scariest word one could hear during such activity. Ivan jerked away as if the boy's penis had grown red-hot. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have-”
“No, no.” Alfred laughed weakly, attempting to pull his pants up. “No, it's not that. I just... uh... you know, not here.”
“Oh.” Ivan sagged in relief, heart attack averted.
“Should be someplace at least a little nicer.” Alfred smiled. “And preferably with... uh...” He trailed off, face reddening. Ah, Ivan loved that blush...
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Laughing, Alfred hurried away. “Ha! Too bad I had to sneak up behind you, I'm sure your face looked great!”
Ivan supposed a little maturity might do Alfred some good. He shuddered to think of what snowy days would be like. He'd have to keep Toris and Eduard with him as backup. The mental image of the three of them on snowball patrol, armed with their own icy weaponry, was so ridiculous Ivan almost laughed. What was Alfred doing to him?
The whole day wasn't spent chasing the boy around like a weary babysitter, at least. Alfred finally joined Ivan in simply walking around the park, enjoying the atmosphere and watching children play, dogs being walked, couples sharing picnics. Ivan had not been on a picnic since leaving Russia, that might have been nice if he had known their destination ahead of time. Never one to miss an opportunity to eat, Alfred purchased some junk food from the various vendors scattered around the park and they ate at a picnic table. It wasn't quite as romantic as a meal from home packed into a basket, but it was still rather pleasant.
After that, Alfred suggested Ivan push him on a swing. Which wouldn't have been so bad, but once his turn was done, Alfred insisted on returning the favor. Ivan spent the entire time trying to burrow his face into his scarf, wondering what the odds were of nobody in the park recognizing him.
“Come on,” Alfred said, tugging on Ivan's hand. “One more thing. You'll like this.”
“Will I?” Ivan let himself be dragged. “What is it?”
“This!”
Ivan stopped and looked around, puzzled. “We're behind a shed.”
“I know.”
“There's nothing here.”
“And nobody.” Alfred stepped closer with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Well of course there's nobody he... oh.” Ivan swallowed as Alfred pressed closer.
“I can kiss you again?”
“You don't need to ask.”
“All right.” Alfred leaned up slightly to kiss Ivan. Their arms went around each other as they thoroughly explored each other's mouths. Ivan soon forgot he was in public as he slid his hands down Alfred's back, wondering if he dared. He did. He let them wander a little lower.
Ivan felt a sudden cool touch, and realized that at some time during their kisses, Alfred had slipped a hand into his coat. How had he missed those dextrous fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt? Ivan moaned into Alfred's mouth as the hand lightly traced over the planes of his stomach and chest, and again when the fingers caressed and tweaked a nipple.
Two could play at that.
It was a well known fact among most of the people who knew Ivan that he could be mean. So Ivan did not go for the boy's shirt as well, much as he wanted to explore after seeing the way his broad shoulders moved under his clothing as he worked. No, he went right for the button and zipper of his jeans, delighting in the soft gasp when he worked the pants open, pushed the elastic band of boxers down. Ivan smiled into the kiss as he skimmed his fingers over Alfred's already quite hard length, feeling him for the first time. Alfred shivered, breaking the kiss with a low moan.
“N-no fair,” Alfred gasped.
“Hmm.” Ivan trailed his fingers along the vein, smoothed his thumb over the head, greatly enjoying the noises and movements his actions were eliciting. With a smirk, he firmly gripped Alfred's shaft and pumped with quick strokes. Alfred practically fell into Ivan, clinging to him as he whimpered and his body trembled.
“S-stop!” Alfred finally said.
The scariest word one could hear during such activity. Ivan jerked away as if the boy's penis had grown red-hot. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have-”
“No, no.” Alfred laughed weakly, attempting to pull his pants up. “No, it's not that. I just... uh... you know, not here.”
“Oh.” Ivan sagged in relief, heart attack averted.
“Should be someplace at least a little nicer.” Alfred smiled. “And preferably with... uh...” He trailed off, face reddening. Ah, Ivan loved that blush...
“With?”
Alfred mumbled something undecipherable.