(a!a here loves you all :’D thanks for the lovely comments, and here is part two! Smut awaits <3)
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The door of the room was knocked an hour later, and Arthur unlocked the door only to find the number 50 player from the field before standing in front of him, already stripped from his gears but not showered, thus making him stink. Arthur scrunched his massive eyebrows as he let Alfred in.
“You stink,” Arthur commented, putting out a sour look after he closed the door and folded his hands in front of his chest. “Don’t you take a shower at the changing room?”
“Nope! Gotta take bath in here!” Alfred said, the bubbly happy expression still on his face contrasting the one of the other blonde’s. He tossed his bag on the bed with an unhappy scold from Arthur and proceeded to strip from his shirt when he noticed Arthur staring. “What’s going on, Artie?” he asked, grinning.
Arthur turned away, embarrassed of being caught staring at his roommate’s delicate and well-toned abs. “P-Put your shirt on, git! Stop stripping in front of me!” he scowled, averting his gaze to anywhere but Alfred. “And my name is ‘Arthur’, not ‘Artie’!”
If possible, Alfred’s grin got wider. “Aww, but Artie,” he suddenly hugged Arthur from behind, his sweat-covered chest immediately soaking Arthur’s shirt. “I really mean it earlier in the field, you know~”
“Why are you doing that earlier in the field? We’re supposed to keep our relationship a secret,” the smaller blonde protested. “I’m lucky that the noisy group of girls were sitting beside me earlier, or people will get the wrong idea.”
They had promised each other to keep their relationship unknown to the public, even their friends, so they didn’t have to endure the pain and fear of being rejected and separated once the public knew that they were gay. Alfred’s position on the team was in danger, too, if they made the wrong step and somehow the truth came out before the right time came...
Neither Arthur nor Alfred didn’t want to imagine the time came. They were happy being able to be on each other’s side, so secrecy wouldn’t be a matter.
“B-besides, I don’t remember agreeing,” Arthur continued, grumbling, but he didn’t try anything to break off of Alfred’s grip. “And we’re not doing anything until you showered!”
Alfred pouted. “Well, how about taking a bath together?” he suggested, “we can totally do it at the same time—like, killing two birds with one stone! Isn’t that grand?” he nodded happily at his own idea and began to nuzzle his cheek on the juncture of Arthur’s neck and shoulder. “Besides, you promised me last week, sweetheart. If I win today, you’ll reward me with something... ‘special’.”
“I was about to give you some of the cookies I made at the home industry class this morning,” Arthur said, still trying to get away from that subject. “Not that kind of ‘special’ thing. I think you even don’t deserve topping today.”
“Artiee,” Alfred whined, hands began to wander and fingers fumbled with buttons and Arthur’s belt. “Please, Artie? I’ll eat your cookies later, just please let me tonight?”
Arthur shuddered as Alfred’s fingers ghosted on his pale skin and his shirt slipped from one shoulder. “Fine,” he murmured. “This better be good.”
Alfred gave him a wide smile and instantly tore the shirt open, ignoring Arthur’s protest and began unzipping Arthur’s pants. “Of course, babe,” he whispered on the green-eyed teen’s ear, nibbling softly and grinning while he felt Arthur’s hands began to undo his pants too. “But first, we need a bath.”
They struggled their way to the bathroom, kissing and groping each other while discarding their clothes, all scattered on the trail. Arthur was a complete mess when they finally reached the bathroom and Alfred leaned down to suck on his jaw and neck, giving little bites here and there. Arthur’s back hit the cold tiles and he shuddered.
“Not—not so hard, Alfred,” Arthur groaned when Alfred gave him a particularly hard suck on his Adam’s apple, fingernails clawing on Alfred’s back and pulling his hair gently. “It’ll leave marks.”
“Let it be,” the taller teen grumbled against Arthur’s skin and started trailing more kisses on his chest, descending towards his navel and dipped his tongue into the small crevice. “Let them know that you’ve been claimed.”
The English teen felt like smacking him. “G-Git! Kiku or Francis will definitely kno—aah—“ he let out a moan when Alfred began stroking his member. “W-Wanker...” he writhed in Alfred's grasp, his fingers began tugging on the golden, sweat-soaked locks. “S-Stop...”
“Sssh,” Alfred shushed him gently as he kissed his boyfriend. “Relax, Arthur. Breathe,” he instructed, his other hand began to descend on Arthur's back, resting on his slender waist and rubbing small circles before grabbing his naked arse cheek and squeezed it hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from the shorter blonde.
Arthur's cheeks were flushed and he was panting hard, his body responding in an embarrassing manner with every stroke the taller teen gave him. He tried to muffle his moans with a hand clamped on his mouth, but still, his voice echoed back from the bathroom tiled walls, making it sounded louder.
Arthur closed his eyes and struggled to breathe through his nose when Alfred silently slipped a lotion-slick finger onto him (when did he find the lube?!), pulling out and pushing in so slowly as he prodded around. Penetration would always hurt no matter how many times they did it, and Alfred’s comforting kisses and distractions were usually enough to make him feel better. This time was not an exception, too, and Arthur could barely even contain his moans of half pain and pleasure.
Suddenly, a knock was heard on their door, making Alfred and Arthur jolted in surprise. Alfred accidentally jabbed his boyfriend inside, making the shorter blonde squeaked in pain and he squeezed his arsehole, Alfred’s finger trapped inside. Somehow, they recognised Kiku, the next-door neighbour and the student council's treasurer, was the one who knocked earlier.
“Oh my fucking—dude, we’re alright! Don’t worry about us!” Alfred shouted from the bathroom, still trying to apologise to Arthur and ease his pain and shoo away the intruder so he could resume the sexy times.
“I think we heard Arthur-san’s pained moans earlier in the bathroom...” Kiku sounded so worried as he kept knocking. “May I come inside?”
“No! I, uh... Arthur just slipped in the bathroom and hurt his hip so much! Don’t worry, I got it all right here!” Alfred shouted again as he (finally) got his finger out and dressed Arthur and himself in hurry, before putting the poor teen on the bed and opened the door so he could properly chase away Kiku. “Uh, hi...”
Kiku blinked slowly, peeking inside the room, where Arthur was lying on his side, back facing the door so he couldn’t see Arthur’s face. “...is everything alright?”
“Dude, I already told you! Hero’s got everything alright here!” Alfred winked and smiled his biggest grin to the Japanese teen. “He just slipped in the bathroom when he saw me come earlier, out of surprise, and I’m just trying to be nice and gave him some massage to ease his hip pain!” Inside, Alfred hoped that his obvious, blatant lie made enough sense right now. He couldn’t think of anything clever with a half-hard on tucked on his pants, and he even still hadn’t gotten Arthur to come off yet!
Kiku’s face was contorted with worry before he sighed. “I guess so, Alfred-san. I’m so sorry to bother you. Please, be more careful, Arthur-san. The walls between the rooms are so thin that I and Heracles-san can hear him moan... Um, not in that way,” Kiku quickly explained. “A-anyway, I’m sorry to intrude!” he hurried went back to his room.
Alfred, with relief washed his face, turned back and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it twice before going over his boyfriend. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered down Arthur’s ear, “Let’s continue where we left on, shall we?”
There was a silence before Arthur murmured tiredly. “...I’m not having sex with you until you make sure they can’t hear us, you daft fool.”
Oh, fuck secrecy. Alfred wished they just could fuck each other without the worry of being caught just now!
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(no, it hasn’t ended...yet :D We’re still in the beginning. Thank you for your comments earlier! And to OP, anon is happy that you enjoy my writing. If you have some more ideas to share, please don’t hesitate!)
Since the accident (which was totally not his fault; God knew why his boyfriend was so freakin’ loud!) last week, Arthur had been denying Alfred sex. Not even quick handjobs or blowjobs in the shower, the moment which Alfred had always liked as a part of intimacy of their relationship.
That freaky, hot bushy-eyebrowed Brit was just busy with his goddamn chair and work desk in the Student Council’s office, looking over application forms for the school festival and accepting or rejecting them, his pen never stopped signing the perfect and neat signature with the word, ‘REJECTED’ or ‘ACCEPTED’ over them.
Hah! Alfred wondered if he sent his boyfriend an application for making love to him tonight, would he be able to sign ‘REJECTED’ on it?
Fuck; he was starting to sound like a sex-maniac.
He looked up at the large oak door ahead him, with ‘Student Council’ engraved on the metal plate nailed on it. Somehow, Alfred’s body had led him towards the Council room, where he was certain Arthur was sitting in there as usual, still concentrating on his work, with that cute caterpillars above his emerald eyes scrunched and a thin-rimmed glasses resting on his nose as he narrowed his eyes at another application.
(...just thinking like that was nearly enough for Alfred to just burst through the doors, slamming them shut and just threw his boyfriend on the couch and fuck him. Hey, but wait! He still had to control himself so Arthur wouldn’t dare ignoring him like this again!)
He took several deep breaths before pushing the door open, surprised to find it unlocked. “Arthur?” he peeked inside, only to find his British boyfriend slumped on the desk, his hands resting on his head, emerald eyes closed and expression so peaceful. Alfred smiled at the scene; it was quite rarity to find Arthur in such state even though they shared a room together.
Noticing someone coming into the room, Arthur stirred and lifted his head up, adjusting his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Alfred?” he called, his tone still tinted with sleepiness. His hair was sticking out at odd ends at the part where he had laid his head on his arm, and he ran a hand on it, trying to get it back down to no avail. “What are you doing here?” he yawned.
Alfred smiled. Oh, why did his boyfriend always looked this cute? “Nothing, baby. I just want to see how you’re doing,” he said, smiling his megawatt smile. “You’ve been busy this week, you hardly get back to the dorm and instead choose to sleep here.”
“I can’t help it. I have more important things to do,” Arthur said, now fully awake as he gathered the papers scattered on the desk. “There’re still plenty to look at, so I think I’ll be sleeping here until next week, though.”
What? Man, he didn’t plan to abandon Alfred for that long, did he?
Screw it. If Arthur could play his rules, then Alfred would show his own rules. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Arthur raised one eyebrow, watching him with anticipation Alfred didn’t know he had.
“You can sleep in here as long as you want...” the taller blonde had moved so fast, grabbing both of Arthur’s wrists with one hand and held them upwards. “After we make love here.”
“What?!” Arthur widened his eyes in disbelief. “Hell, Alfred! I won’t let you do it here! If you want to do that kind of thing at least we have to—“ his sentence was effectively cut with Alfred’s lips on his own and his free hand fumbling with Arthur’s pants. “Nngh...”
“Silly, silly Artie,” Alfred whispered slowly, tossing the belt aside and began undoing the pants, yanking the offending piece of cloth forcefully along with the Brit’s boxer down. “I’ll make you remember of me every day you spend here, Artie.” he smiled against Arthur’s plump lips as he released his wrists.
“Bloody hell, Alfred,” Arthur grunted, before leaning towards Alfred and kissed him as he too unbuckled his boyfriend’s belt and undid his pants, kicking them aside and freeing his two top buttons. “Been too long for you to realise it.” He nibbled on Alfred’s exposed collarbone, letting out a soft gasp as their hips rubbed together. “Come on, Alfred... Don’t you want me?”
“Fuck,” the American swore, placing his hands on Arthur’s plump bottom and lifted him, placing him on the desk as he swatted the papers Arthur had neatly arranged carelessly. “Fuck, Artie... I’m going to fuck you so hard you can barely sit next week.”
Arthur groaned as he let a breathless chuckle. “Lube is in the bottom drawer on left,” he informed.
Alfred’s eyes instantly went wide. “Wow, you stashed a lube in your drawer? Kinky.”
“Said the person who is going to fuck me on the student council’s desk,” Arthur snorted back, hearing the drawer slid open and close, then the recognisable sound of lid popping open. He shuddered when Alfred’s slicked finger started to slide inside him, one by one. He let out soft gasps and keened when Alfred brushed against his prostate, shuddering slightly when the digits were pulled out and Alfred began slicking himself.
“Ready, babe?” Alfred positioned himself as he brushed Arthur’s sweaty bangs aside, giving clear view of his lust-hazed eyes. He just chuckled when Arthur gave him a glare, and slowly, very slowly, pushed his way inside.
Oh. Oh—a week without sex rendered Arthur’s body to be extra sensitive to every touch he received, and with Alfred’s familiar heat penetrating him inch by inch, Arthur could feel his body heating up, and he let out a loud moan, forgetting momentarily that he was currently still in school grounds and had to remain silent. He gasped a few times to let the air into his lungs, and he nearly choked on his breath before Alfred gently shushed him with his large hands, caressing his hip loving with one hand and the other stroking his cock slowly. “Slow down, baby. Deep breaths,” Alfred commanded, and Arthur complied, feeling the thickness of the cock inside his and he rolled his hips a bit to adjust.
They stayed for a little while longer before Arthur gave a small nod, a sign that Alfred could move now. He tensed as Alfred pulled out and pushed back in with gentleness, his hands never stop working to calm Arthur down.
“Alfred. Alfred...” Arthur breathed out Alfred’s name over and over when the younger teen decided to pick up the pace and moaned when Alfred hit his sweet spot. “Oh. Oh! A-Alfred!” Emerald eyes widened, his arms flailed to find support and circled them around Alfred’s shoulders. He buried his head on the broad shoulder, biting hard, making the other groaned.
Alfred was now panting hard, practically slamming their bodies together as he felt the tightening coil below. He stroked Arthur faster as he whispered sweet nothings on Arthur’s ear, giving occasional nip at his pinkish earlobe.
With a particularly hard thrust and a soft bite on earlobe, both of them came, Alfred inside Arthur and Arthur on their stomachs, staining their shirt. They remained joined for a minute, allowing their breaths and heartbeats to slow down before Alfred pulled out, his seeds dripping from Arthur.
“I feel dirty,” Arthur complained, letting his limp body on the desk as the other pulled a handful of tissue from the box on Arthur’s desk and starting to clean them both.
Alfred just laughed it off. “But you loved it, right?”
“Pervert.” Arthur grumbled.
“Kinky.” Alfred smiled, tossing the soiled tissue inside the trashcan and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend and redress him properly. “Let’s just take those papers with us, get back to the dorm and have some bath together. Sounds good?”
“Brilliant.” Arthur couldn’t help but smile against the kiss. Remind him again why he loved this git so much.
(Ha! Cheesy ending is cheesy XD Kinda filler chapter to fill the delayed sex before, hahah *laughs nervously*
Anyhow, a!a is here to bring a bit...bad news. Up until April I’m going to be extremely busy, but I’ll try to update twice a week the fastest and once a fortnight the latest. I will manage at least once a week, though I can’t promise anything. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.
Aand... A!A knows this is a bit late, but...does someone notice the sexual innuendo I made at the first chapter? XD
Anon1: Of couuuurse :D *smiles brightly* OP: ...you mean, the others had known that they were actually dating? 8D (oh yeeaaah, predictable. But a!a is not going to let OP guess the plotline so easy like that! X) ) and of course thin walls and Kiku aren’t the only sex ruiners here :’D Anon2: Don’t worry, just laugh, because I do too XD; *is feeling guilty at making Arthur suffer like that OTL*
Thank you for the comments last update! *a!a throws hearts and cookies to OP and commenting/reading anons <3*)
Letter!Anon would like to thank you for filling up her secret!sex kink. Needing to take a cold shower now...WOWZA. Hoping for more elaborate locations for Secret!Sex. Maybe somewhere outdoor? *hint hint*
Sometimes, if there weren’t classes or work for the council, Alfred and Arthur liked to spend some time alone in a park on the town, twenty-minutes bus ride from the school. It was a pretty small park, with a fountain where the water was always clear, a couple of swings and stone benches for everybody who was tired after a walk. The teens, however, had a secret spot that not everybody knew existed.
It was a little farther inside the park, half-covered by the trees and bushes, but there was another path that went deeper to another clearing, where the trees were planted a little farther each other. The grass was not too tall as well; a very perfect place for picnic.
“It’s nice to be here again, huh?” Alfred said as he slowly relaxed, popping his bones and stretched his muscles properly. Today was Sunday, so the teens had decided to go to town to do some shopping after Alfred’s morning practice, and suddenly the tall American had decided that they should come to the park before they went back to the dorm.
“Yeah,” Arthur nodded in agreement, putting the shopping bags aside as he sat beside Alfred and leaned towards the other, resting his head on Alfred’s broad shoulder. “What time is it? Should it come by now?”
“Nah, probably a couple more minutes,” Alfred said, glancing at his watch that read 17.39. “It’s summer after all, so it must come a bit later.” He put his head on the other as well, stroking Arthur’s soft, sandy blonde hair as he watched the sky with known anticipation.
They sat for a while in silence before Arthur suddenly spoke. “Alfred... What if the other knows about us?”
Alfred glanced down at his boyfriend and furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You know what it means,” Arthur sighed, but explained nonetheless. “What if the other knows...that we are dating?”
To that, Alfred fell silent, for once thinking carefully about the answer he was about to give to the Brit. “To be honest...” he answered after a while, “I haven’t thought about that. I always assume that they’ll be fine.”
Arthur sighed. “It would be fine if one of us was a girl, Alfred,” Arthur bit his lip, grasping Alfred’s dress shirt. “We are... different.”
“And what makes us different from any other couples, Artie?” the bespectacled teen lifted his head to look at Arthur. “Is that because we are two men together, holding hands, sharing warmth, kissing, even making love to each other?”
Arthur blushed madly at the American’s outburst. “No need to state them out loud!” he snapped, before lowering his voice again. “It’s just... you know. Boys are not supposed to be with another boy. Heck, to be honest, we should even only be normal roommates—“
“Arthur,” Alfred cut mid-sentence, prying the smaller teen off him and grasped both of his arms to look directly to the green eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. “Arthur, listen to me. Do you love me?”
“Of course,” Arthur said.
“And do you think I love you too?”
“O... Of course,” Arthur answered hesitantly this time, wasn’t sure where Alfred was going to drive him to with the lines of questioning.
“So, outside the fact that we are both male, does that change the fact that we can be called lovers?”
“...no.”
“Exactly the point,” Alfred said, huffing in irritation. “It doesn't matter what the other says about us. It is only about us,” he relaxed to hug Arthur, “and the fact won’t change. I love you, Arthur Kirkland. Forever and forever, even if death do us part.”
Arthur blushed again. “This is not a wedding ceremony.”
“May be counted as one,” Alfred smirked, as his fingers took the opportunity to stroke Arthur’s cheek and descended lower towards his jaw, until they reached the collarbone. “May I?”
“This is a public place, bloody hell,” Arthur protested. “Besides, it will come soon. Do you want to miss it?”
“I’m facing the west, there’s no way the awesome me is going to miss it,” Alfred said, his fingers now trailing lower and working on Arthur’s belt, buckling it open and unzipping the other’s pants. “Besides, this is the place where I confessed to you, right at the moment, right?”
“Ngh,” Arthur gave a groan as he felt the other rubbing through his underwear. “G-Git, stop it—“ Oh... It did feel so good...
Alfred fished one of the shopping bag for something before pulling out a new tube full of chocolate-scented lube. “This was quite useful, don’t you think so?” His hands made quick work of Arthur’s underwear as well, pulling until it reached Arthur’s knees and pulled the shorter teen to sit on his lap before undoing his own pants as well.
“N-No matter how long I know you, you will still be a fucking pervert,” Arthur shuddered, bracing himself when he felt Alfred’s cold, lube-slicked finger rubbed against his hole. Slowly, a finger entered him, and Arthur gave a low, shaky moan as he grasped Alfred’s shoulder and leaned to bite Alfred to muffle his moans. In exchange, Alfred gave a groan, pushing his finger deeper.
Arthur’s breath came as short huffs and puffs as the second finger was pressed on, forcing his hole to open wider. He willed himself to relax, biting harder onto Alfred’s shoulder. The taller teen immediately held up his free hand to softly caress the other’s back, drawing small, comforting circles when he heard Arthur whimpered. “Ssh,” he shushed the other, kneading the tense muscles as the intruding fingers still worked inside. “I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much.”
Alfred withdrew his fingers and watched Arthur’s glazed emerald eyes as he coated his own erection with lube. He lifted the smaller teen, lining the hole over his thick cock and slid into the wet opening as he kissed Arthur to die down the pained whimper.
Arthur’s body was slick with sweat dampening his shirt as he started bouncing up and down Alfred with help, the moans and whimpers sounded so pathetic as his feelings, the uneasiness that had been bothering him since the start of their relationship poured out like water from a broken dam. He buried his face on Alfred’s shoulder, keening as he came and felt Alfred’s come filled him.
They stayed silent for a while, still in each other’s embrace before Alfred spoke up. “Hey, look... There it is.”
Arthur turned backwards as he saw the orange lights shone between the trees, starting to decent slowly by the horizon. The evening sky in the park was their favourite moments, with the sunset slowly descending towards the horizon and the peach-coloured sky over them.
“It’s always beautiful like the first we saw it,” Arthur murmured, turning back to face Alfred and leaned to kiss his boyfriend. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Artie,” Alfred groaned when they broke the kiss, before kissed the other once more.
It didn’t matter if everyone didn’t know; it didn’t matter if everyone despised them. As long as they have each other and the evening sky to witness their love, they would be just fine.
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(...what the hell just a!a wrote? OTL it seems that lately a!a is in moods for PWP... OTL To be honest, this particular scene is going to be the crucial one before everyone starts questioning about Alfred and Arthur’s relationship, which will lead to the end. The last line is supposed to be the summary of the whole story, and the atmosphere is supposed to be like this one; solemn and a bit sad. (which I fail desperately at making... OTL)
And also, the smut is NOT supposed to be there! ;A; I was planning on something more romantic, like Alfred playing the harmonica as they waited for the sunset, and not pointless smut! ;A; Fail!a!a is fail OTL
Letter!Anon: ...it seems that somehow I can fit your request here although it’s not supposed to be there... OTL Actually, I was considering the same thing, but in school (and humorous, no less), but somehow a plot bunny hops onto the stacks and destroyed them, making a new idea out of it. OTL. So I hope you like this one! Anon1: LOL. It was done with rush, so your comment just made me think that actually school’s already out or not. (But didn’t matter anyway. XD).
Just read this update and the one before and loved them both. The smut is fantastic and the two of them having their own little place is so so sweet. Cant wait to see how everyone starts questioning their relationship
Alfred watched with curiosity filled his eyes when his teammates just couldn’t get their eyes off him. Heck, some of them even chuckled in amusement. “What the hell, dude?” he finally snapped when lunchtime was over, and it was P.E. time. Oh, how he loved P.E. as Arthur was at the same class at him (which, to his boyfriend’s dismay, was his worst subject).
Antonio, the handsome, Hispanic guy with teeth as white as pearls and smile too big for his own face, gave another chuckle before smiling to Alfred. “Hey, it looks like you have a fairly wild night yesterday, huh?” his gaze was pointed at a certain area... on Alfred’s neck. “Some girl you’ve dated.”
“What?” Alfred asked, certainly didn’t understand what was going on.
“That bite mark!” Gilbert, one of Antonio’s (crazy) friends cackled madly as the others began to laugh too. “Oh, mein Gott, Alfred, try to tell you girlfriend not to bite that high or,” he grinned, red blood eyes glinting with a hint of madness, “wear your damn jacket.”
Alfred’s hand instantly flew towards his neck, rubbing a still raw mark. Shit, did Arthur leave it accidentally? He had always been the one complaining to Alfred that the taller bit too hard or too high, forcing him to wear a turtleneck when he was doing work off school hours (and that made Francis always made fun of his ‘poor sense of fashion’).
“So,” Gilbert grinned, “You always tell us that you don’t have a chick with you, dude, but now we know that you do have someone. So spill it out and let us test her for being the right one for you! Right, everybody?” they continued laughing, nodding their heads.
“Yeah! I wanna see how hot the girl that has caught Alfred’s heart!”
Alfred was in deep trouble now. Shit, shit, shit. He knew that Arthur was always careful with his actions, but something had been stressing him lately and he was now in a mess. Alfred suspected that it was due his inconvenience about dating Alfred in secret, but... For now, he had to make an excuse, and fast.
“Uh... Well, you see... I can’t,” he started talking awkwardly. “I mean, h—she, uh... My girlfriend is not here—she’s not from our school, you see.” Alfred chuckled nervously. Damn, that was the lamest excuse that he could manage, Alfred wanted to hit himself so hard. A kindergarten kid even wouldn’t believe that. “H—She is...my childhood friend.” Well, at least he wasn’t lying (except the fact that he just addressed Arthur as ‘she’, but that wasn’t his concern right now!).
“That’s Alfred for ya!” someone whistled playfully. “Damn, I bet she’s hot. I mean, there’re so many hot chicks in our school, but Alfred chooses her!”
As his friends slapped his back, saluted him, or gave him a cheer, Alfred only could laugh nervously.
Oh, God. What would Arthur say when he knew this?
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(...just a few words: sorry for late + short update, a!a hasn’t died yet. OTL Umm and somehow the bonus didn’t turn out exactly like the OP had requested; but in the end, Alfred had to lie as well. Hope that OP didn’t mind...)
Glad to see that you are still alive A!A. I really enjoy all your updates for this. You dont know how much I squeeled when I saw this on the fills list and I had to expalin to my friend that my prompt got updated. (Shes not a big fan of Hetalia so didnt share my excitment ¬_¬)
I like that you added the bonus in and I dont really see how it differs from how I wrote it in a request. I'm just happy that it got added in.
Short and late updates can be great in my opinion. It shows that the A!A has not given up.
Aah, thank you so much for enjoying my updates, OP >.< [even though they're all just a bunch of craps... OTL] I can't promise you sooner update, but please keep in mind that I'll never give up on this, especially when you're still around :3
[eh... I'm testing the comment post. Stupid ppf6 and ppf7 have denied my posts, so I'll try this. If this works, then it's their fault. >:( ]
Arthur was glaring harshly at him, clenching the volleyball hard in his hands. Alfred just stared at him back.
“I did it because I have to, okay? It’s not like I wish it’ll turn that way, jeez,” Alfred frowned, stretching his arms forward and backward a few times. “Don’t worry, I didn’t mention you or another girl, so no need to worry or be jealous.”
“Who’s jealous?!” Arthur threw the ball towards him, which flew past Alfred when he was leaning forward. “Stupid git!” The ball hit the other student instead, which threw a string of insults as soon as he stood up.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” Alfred said, smoothly catching the ball that was thrown back to him and passed it to Arthur. “I was thinking about asking Sey to pretend to be my girlfriend. You still remember her, right?”
Arthur returned the ball to Alfred with another pass as he thought about it. Yes, Sey; the small, beautiful girl whose mother was African was their neighbour before Arthur and Alfred both moved to Heta High’s school dormitory. She enrolled at a different high school, but they still met whether both of them went home for vacations. Because of that, unfortunately, she was the one who first discovered about Alfred and Arthur’s relationship – when they were making out in the garage, from all places.
She didn’t receive the news well at first – she freaked out, and refused to look them in the eyes for more than two months – but after that, she eventually started to befriend them again, and sometimes, like friends did, tease them about their relationship to no end.
Still, to ask Sey something so big like that – it’s not like Arthur had a problem with it; she already knew that both of them were gay – it made Arthur a little bit uneasy. He knew that Alfred loved him so much and wouldn’t betray him, but Sey was fairly attractive, with the chocolate, natural tanned skin and beautiful eyes that glowed like pearls.
Oh, no, Arthur wasn’t going to accept that.
“When will you bring her to meet your,” Arthur cringed before continuing, “friends?”
“Next Saturday,” Alfred answered. They ended this week on Thursday, and Alfred and Arthur were planning to go home and meet their families before coming back on Saturday. “They knew I’m going to go home this week, so they demanded. I’ll give Sey a call later tonight.”
Arthur scrunched his eyebrows. He still didn’t want Alfred to have a date with someone else, although it was Sey. He was still deep in thought, not hearing Alfred’s voice calling for his name when suddenly his head was struck with something hard.
And then everything was dark.
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(........uh. I’m sorry. That’s all I can offer. OTL)
Arthur passed out from being hit in the head by a volleyball? Come on, a!anon! I've been hit in the head unawares by a soccerball without passing out and they're much harder!
I originally intended to ignore the first anon until next update for sake of not spamming the meme, but I feel like I have to do this if I don't want this to morph to some sort of fighting.
I admit, his/her comment was correct that it's impossible to black out if Arthur's being hit with a volleyball. I've been hit with it several times myself.
However, I NEVER say that it was volleyball that hit Arthur. Please read the last line carefully before you can judge me for being irrational.
I thank latter anon though, for defending me, even if you didn't intend to. I appreciate that. :)
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evening sky | 2.1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)(a!a here loves you all :’D thanks for the lovely comments, and here is part two! Smut awaits <3)
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The door of the room was knocked an hour later, and Arthur unlocked the door only to find the number 50 player from the field before standing in front of him, already stripped from his gears but not showered, thus making him stink. Arthur scrunched his massive eyebrows as he let Alfred in.
“You stink,” Arthur commented, putting out a sour look after he closed the door and folded his hands in front of his chest. “Don’t you take a shower at the changing room?”
“Nope! Gotta take bath in here!” Alfred said, the bubbly happy expression still on his face contrasting the one of the other blonde’s. He tossed his bag on the bed with an unhappy scold from Arthur and proceeded to strip from his shirt when he noticed Arthur staring. “What’s going on, Artie?” he asked, grinning.
Arthur turned away, embarrassed of being caught staring at his roommate’s delicate and well-toned abs. “P-Put your shirt on, git! Stop stripping in front of me!” he scowled, averting his gaze to anywhere but Alfred. “And my name is ‘Arthur’, not ‘Artie’!”
If possible, Alfred’s grin got wider. “Aww, but Artie,” he suddenly hugged Arthur from behind, his sweat-covered chest immediately soaking Arthur’s shirt. “I really mean it earlier in the field, you know~”
“Why are you doing that earlier in the field? We’re supposed to keep our relationship a secret,” the smaller blonde protested. “I’m lucky that the noisy group of girls were sitting beside me earlier, or people will get the wrong idea.”
They had promised each other to keep their relationship unknown to the public, even their friends, so they didn’t have to endure the pain and fear of being rejected and separated once the public knew that they were gay. Alfred’s position on the team was in danger, too, if they made the wrong step and somehow the truth came out before the right time came...
Neither Arthur nor Alfred didn’t want to imagine the time came. They were happy being able to be on each other’s side, so secrecy wouldn’t be a matter.
“B-besides, I don’t remember agreeing,” Arthur continued, grumbling, but he didn’t try anything to break off of Alfred’s grip. “And we’re not doing anything until you showered!”
Alfred pouted. “Well, how about taking a bath together?” he suggested, “we can totally do it at the same time—like, killing two birds with one stone! Isn’t that grand?” he nodded happily at his own idea and began to nuzzle his cheek on the juncture of Arthur’s neck and shoulder. “Besides, you promised me last week, sweetheart. If I win today, you’ll reward me with something... ‘special’.”
evening sky | 2.2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)“I was about to give you some of the cookies I made at the home industry class this morning,” Arthur said, still trying to get away from that subject. “Not that kind of ‘special’ thing. I think you even don’t deserve topping today.”
“Artiee,” Alfred whined, hands began to wander and fingers fumbled with buttons and Arthur’s belt. “Please, Artie? I’ll eat your cookies later, just please let me tonight?”
Arthur shuddered as Alfred’s fingers ghosted on his pale skin and his shirt slipped from one shoulder. “Fine,” he murmured. “This better be good.”
Alfred gave him a wide smile and instantly tore the shirt open, ignoring Arthur’s protest and began unzipping Arthur’s pants. “Of course, babe,” he whispered on the green-eyed teen’s ear, nibbling softly and grinning while he felt Arthur’s hands began to undo his pants too. “But first, we need a bath.”
They struggled their way to the bathroom, kissing and groping each other while discarding their clothes, all scattered on the trail. Arthur was a complete mess when they finally reached the bathroom and Alfred leaned down to suck on his jaw and neck, giving little bites here and there. Arthur’s back hit the cold tiles and he shuddered.
“Not—not so hard, Alfred,” Arthur groaned when Alfred gave him a particularly hard suck on his Adam’s apple, fingernails clawing on Alfred’s back and pulling his hair gently. “It’ll leave marks.”
“Let it be,” the taller teen grumbled against Arthur’s skin and started trailing more kisses on his chest, descending towards his navel and dipped his tongue into the small crevice. “Let them know that you’ve been claimed.”
The English teen felt like smacking him. “G-Git! Kiku or Francis will definitely kno—aah—“ he let out a moan when Alfred began stroking his member. “W-Wanker...” he writhed in Alfred's grasp, his fingers began tugging on the golden, sweat-soaked locks. “S-Stop...”
“Sssh,” Alfred shushed him gently as he kissed his boyfriend. “Relax, Arthur. Breathe,” he instructed, his other hand began to descend on Arthur's back, resting on his slender waist and rubbing small circles before grabbing his naked arse cheek and squeezed it hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from the shorter blonde.
Arthur's cheeks were flushed and he was panting hard, his body responding in an embarrassing manner with every stroke the taller teen gave him. He tried to muffle his moans with a hand clamped on his mouth, but still, his voice echoed back from the bathroom tiled walls, making it sounded louder.
Arthur closed his eyes and struggled to breathe through his nose when Alfred silently slipped a lotion-slick finger onto him (when did he find the lube?!), pulling out and pushing in so slowly as he prodded around. Penetration would always hurt no matter how many times they did it, and Alfred’s comforting kisses and distractions were usually enough to make him feel better. This time was not an exception, too, and Arthur could barely even contain his moans of half pain and pleasure.
evening sky | 2.3/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)“Alfred-san? Arthur-san? Are you alright?”
Suddenly, a knock was heard on their door, making Alfred and Arthur jolted in surprise. Alfred accidentally jabbed his boyfriend inside, making the shorter blonde squeaked in pain and he squeezed his arsehole, Alfred’s finger trapped inside. Somehow, they recognised Kiku, the next-door neighbour and the student council's treasurer, was the one who knocked earlier.
“Oh my fucking—dude, we’re alright! Don’t worry about us!” Alfred shouted from the bathroom, still trying to apologise to Arthur and ease his pain and shoo away the intruder so he could resume the sexy times.
“I think we heard Arthur-san’s pained moans earlier in the bathroom...” Kiku sounded so worried as he kept knocking. “May I come inside?”
“No! I, uh... Arthur just slipped in the bathroom and hurt his hip so much! Don’t worry, I got it all right here!” Alfred shouted again as he (finally) got his finger out and dressed Arthur and himself in hurry, before putting the poor teen on the bed and opened the door so he could properly chase away Kiku. “Uh, hi...”
Kiku blinked slowly, peeking inside the room, where Arthur was lying on his side, back facing the door so he couldn’t see Arthur’s face. “...is everything alright?”
“Dude, I already told you! Hero’s got everything alright here!” Alfred winked and smiled his biggest grin to the Japanese teen. “He just slipped in the bathroom when he saw me come earlier, out of surprise, and I’m just trying to be nice and gave him some massage to ease his hip pain!” Inside, Alfred hoped that his obvious, blatant lie made enough sense right now. He couldn’t think of anything clever with a half-hard on tucked on his pants, and he even still hadn’t gotten Arthur to come off yet!
Kiku’s face was contorted with worry before he sighed. “I guess so, Alfred-san. I’m so sorry to bother you. Please, be more careful, Arthur-san. The walls between the rooms are so thin that I and Heracles-san can hear him moan... Um, not in that way,” Kiku quickly explained. “A-anyway, I’m sorry to intrude!” he hurried went back to his room.
Alfred, with relief washed his face, turned back and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it twice before going over his boyfriend. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered down Arthur’s ear, “Let’s continue where we left on, shall we?”
There was a silence before Arthur murmured tiredly. “...I’m not having sex with you until you make sure they can’t hear us, you daft fool.”
Oh, fuck secrecy. Alfred wished they just could fuck each other without the worry of being caught just now!
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(no, it hasn’t ended...yet :D We’re still in the beginning. Thank you for your comments earlier! And to OP, anon is happy that you enjoy my writing. If you have some more ideas to share, please don’t hesitate!)
Re: evening sky | 2.3/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 12:02 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)Oh Kiku, way to ruin the sexy times XD
And the notoriously thin walls? Those things are horrible.
Love it still A!A and again cant wait until the next part
Re: evening sky | 2.3/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)evening sky | 3.1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)Alfred was in a very bad mood.
Since the accident (which was totally not his fault; God knew why his boyfriend was so freakin’ loud!) last week, Arthur had been denying Alfred sex. Not even quick handjobs or blowjobs in the shower, the moment which Alfred had always liked as a part of intimacy of their relationship.
That freaky, hot bushy-eyebrowed Brit was just busy with his goddamn chair and work desk in the Student Council’s office, looking over application forms for the school festival and accepting or rejecting them, his pen never stopped signing the perfect and neat signature with the word, ‘REJECTED’ or ‘ACCEPTED’ over them.
Hah! Alfred wondered if he sent his boyfriend an application for making love to him tonight, would he be able to sign ‘REJECTED’ on it?
Fuck; he was starting to sound like a sex-maniac.
He looked up at the large oak door ahead him, with ‘Student Council’ engraved on the metal plate nailed on it. Somehow, Alfred’s body had led him towards the Council room, where he was certain Arthur was sitting in there as usual, still concentrating on his work, with that cute caterpillars above his emerald eyes scrunched and a thin-rimmed glasses resting on his nose as he narrowed his eyes at another application.
(...just thinking like that was nearly enough for Alfred to just burst through the doors, slamming them shut and just threw his boyfriend on the couch and fuck him. Hey, but wait! He still had to control himself so Arthur wouldn’t dare ignoring him like this again!)
He took several deep breaths before pushing the door open, surprised to find it unlocked. “Arthur?” he peeked inside, only to find his British boyfriend slumped on the desk, his hands resting on his head, emerald eyes closed and expression so peaceful. Alfred smiled at the scene; it was quite rarity to find Arthur in such state even though they shared a room together.
Noticing someone coming into the room, Arthur stirred and lifted his head up, adjusting his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Alfred?” he called, his tone still tinted with sleepiness. His hair was sticking out at odd ends at the part where he had laid his head on his arm, and he ran a hand on it, trying to get it back down to no avail. “What are you doing here?” he yawned.
Alfred smiled. Oh, why did his boyfriend always looked this cute? “Nothing, baby. I just want to see how you’re doing,” he said, smiling his megawatt smile. “You’ve been busy this week, you hardly get back to the dorm and instead choose to sleep here.”
“I can’t help it. I have more important things to do,” Arthur said, now fully awake as he gathered the papers scattered on the desk. “There’re still plenty to look at, so I think I’ll be sleeping here until next week, though.”
What? Man, he didn’t plan to abandon Alfred for that long, did he?
evening sky | 3.2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)Screw it. If Arthur could play his rules, then Alfred would show his own rules. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Arthur raised one eyebrow, watching him with anticipation Alfred didn’t know he had.
“You can sleep in here as long as you want...” the taller blonde had moved so fast, grabbing both of Arthur’s wrists with one hand and held them upwards. “After we make love here.”
“What?!” Arthur widened his eyes in disbelief. “Hell, Alfred! I won’t let you do it here! If you want to do that kind of thing at least we have to—“ his sentence was effectively cut with Alfred’s lips on his own and his free hand fumbling with Arthur’s pants. “Nngh...”
“Silly, silly Artie,” Alfred whispered slowly, tossing the belt aside and began undoing the pants, yanking the offending piece of cloth forcefully along with the Brit’s boxer down. “I’ll make you remember of me every day you spend here, Artie.” he smiled against Arthur’s plump lips as he released his wrists.
“Bloody hell, Alfred,” Arthur grunted, before leaning towards Alfred and kissed him as he too unbuckled his boyfriend’s belt and undid his pants, kicking them aside and freeing his two top buttons. “Been too long for you to realise it.” He nibbled on Alfred’s exposed collarbone, letting out a soft gasp as their hips rubbed together. “Come on, Alfred... Don’t you want me?”
“Fuck,” the American swore, placing his hands on Arthur’s plump bottom and lifted him, placing him on the desk as he swatted the papers Arthur had neatly arranged carelessly. “Fuck, Artie... I’m going to fuck you so hard you can barely sit next week.”
Arthur groaned as he let a breathless chuckle. “Lube is in the bottom drawer on left,” he informed.
Alfred’s eyes instantly went wide. “Wow, you stashed a lube in your drawer? Kinky.”
“Said the person who is going to fuck me on the student council’s desk,” Arthur snorted back, hearing the drawer slid open and close, then the recognisable sound of lid popping open. He shuddered when Alfred’s slicked finger started to slide inside him, one by one. He let out soft gasps and keened when Alfred brushed against his prostate, shuddering slightly when the digits were pulled out and Alfred began slicking himself.
“Ready, babe?” Alfred positioned himself as he brushed Arthur’s sweaty bangs aside, giving clear view of his lust-hazed eyes. He just chuckled when Arthur gave him a glare, and slowly, very slowly, pushed his way inside.
Oh. Oh—a week without sex rendered Arthur’s body to be extra sensitive to every touch he received, and with Alfred’s familiar heat penetrating him inch by inch, Arthur could feel his body heating up, and he let out a loud moan, forgetting momentarily that he was currently still in school grounds and had to remain silent. He gasped a few times to let the air into his lungs, and he nearly choked on his breath before Alfred gently shushed him with his large hands, caressing his hip loving with one hand and the other stroking his cock slowly. “Slow down, baby. Deep breaths,” Alfred commanded, and Arthur complied, feeling the thickness of the cock inside his and he rolled his hips a bit to adjust.
evening sky | 3.3/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)They stayed for a little while longer before Arthur gave a small nod, a sign that Alfred could move now. He tensed as Alfred pulled out and pushed back in with gentleness, his hands never stop working to calm Arthur down.
“Alfred. Alfred...” Arthur breathed out Alfred’s name over and over when the younger teen decided to pick up the pace and moaned when Alfred hit his sweet spot. “Oh. Oh! A-Alfred!” Emerald eyes widened, his arms flailed to find support and circled them around Alfred’s shoulders. He buried his head on the broad shoulder, biting hard, making the other groaned.
Alfred was now panting hard, practically slamming their bodies together as he felt the tightening coil below. He stroked Arthur faster as he whispered sweet nothings on Arthur’s ear, giving occasional nip at his pinkish earlobe.
With a particularly hard thrust and a soft bite on earlobe, both of them came, Alfred inside Arthur and Arthur on their stomachs, staining their shirt. They remained joined for a minute, allowing their breaths and heartbeats to slow down before Alfred pulled out, his seeds dripping from Arthur.
“I feel dirty,” Arthur complained, letting his limp body on the desk as the other pulled a handful of tissue from the box on Arthur’s desk and starting to clean them both.
Alfred just laughed it off. “But you loved it, right?”
“Pervert.” Arthur grumbled.
“Kinky.” Alfred smiled, tossing the soiled tissue inside the trashcan and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend and redress him properly. “Let’s just take those papers with us, get back to the dorm and have some bath together. Sounds good?”
“Brilliant.” Arthur couldn’t help but smile against the kiss. Remind him again why he loved this git so much.
author!anon
(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)Anyhow, a!a is here to bring a bit...bad news. Up until April I’m going to be extremely busy, but I’ll try to update twice a week the fastest and once a fortnight the latest. I will manage at least once a week, though I can’t promise anything. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.
Aand... A!A knows this is a bit late, but...does someone notice the sexual innuendo I made at the first chapter? XD
Anon1: Of couuuurse :D *smiles brightly*
OP: ...you mean, the others had known that they were actually dating? 8D (oh yeeaaah, predictable. But a!a is not going to let OP guess the plotline so easy like that! X) ) and of course thin walls and Kiku aren’t the only sex ruiners here :’D
Anon2: Don’t worry, just laugh, because I do too XD; *is feeling guilty at making Arthur suffer like that OTL*
Thank you for the comments last update! *a!a throws hearts and cookies to OP and commenting/reading anons <3*)
Re: author!anon
(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)Letter!Anon would like to thank you for filling up her secret!sex kink. Needing to take a cold shower now...WOWZA. Hoping for more elaborate locations for Secret!Sex. Maybe somewhere outdoor? *hint hint*
- Letter!Anon
Re: author!anon
(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)And lol, yeah, if you can't have sex in the dorm with thin walls, do it at school when everyone's gone!
evening sky | 4.1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)Sometimes, if there weren’t classes or work for the council, Alfred and Arthur liked to spend some time alone in a park on the town, twenty-minutes bus ride from the school. It was a pretty small park, with a fountain where the water was always clear, a couple of swings and stone benches for everybody who was tired after a walk. The teens, however, had a secret spot that not everybody knew existed.
It was a little farther inside the park, half-covered by the trees and bushes, but there was another path that went deeper to another clearing, where the trees were planted a little farther each other. The grass was not too tall as well; a very perfect place for picnic.
“It’s nice to be here again, huh?” Alfred said as he slowly relaxed, popping his bones and stretched his muscles properly. Today was Sunday, so the teens had decided to go to town to do some shopping after Alfred’s morning practice, and suddenly the tall American had decided that they should come to the park before they went back to the dorm.
“Yeah,” Arthur nodded in agreement, putting the shopping bags aside as he sat beside Alfred and leaned towards the other, resting his head on Alfred’s broad shoulder. “What time is it? Should it come by now?”
“Nah, probably a couple more minutes,” Alfred said, glancing at his watch that read 17.39. “It’s summer after all, so it must come a bit later.” He put his head on the other as well, stroking Arthur’s soft, sandy blonde hair as he watched the sky with known anticipation.
They sat for a while in silence before Arthur suddenly spoke. “Alfred... What if the other knows about us?”
Alfred glanced down at his boyfriend and furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You know what it means,” Arthur sighed, but explained nonetheless. “What if the other knows...that we are dating?”
To that, Alfred fell silent, for once thinking carefully about the answer he was about to give to the Brit. “To be honest...” he answered after a while, “I haven’t thought about that. I always assume that they’ll be fine.”
Arthur sighed. “It would be fine if one of us was a girl, Alfred,” Arthur bit his lip, grasping Alfred’s dress shirt. “We are... different.”
“And what makes us different from any other couples, Artie?” the bespectacled teen lifted his head to look at Arthur. “Is that because we are two men together, holding hands, sharing warmth, kissing, even making love to each other?”
Arthur blushed madly at the American’s outburst. “No need to state them out loud!” he snapped, before lowering his voice again. “It’s just... you know. Boys are not supposed to be with another boy. Heck, to be honest, we should even only be normal roommates—“
evening sky | 4.2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)“Arthur,” Alfred cut mid-sentence, prying the smaller teen off him and grasped both of his arms to look directly to the green eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. “Arthur, listen to me. Do you love me?”
“Of course,” Arthur said.
“And do you think I love you too?”
“O... Of course,” Arthur answered hesitantly this time, wasn’t sure where Alfred was going to drive him to with the lines of questioning.
“So, outside the fact that we are both male, does that change the fact that we can be called lovers?”
“...no.”
“Exactly the point,” Alfred said, huffing in irritation. “It doesn't matter what the other says about us. It is only about us,” he relaxed to hug Arthur, “and the fact won’t change. I love you, Arthur Kirkland. Forever and forever, even if death do us part.”
Arthur blushed again. “This is not a wedding ceremony.”
“May be counted as one,” Alfred smirked, as his fingers took the opportunity to stroke Arthur’s cheek and descended lower towards his jaw, until they reached the collarbone. “May I?”
“This is a public place, bloody hell,” Arthur protested. “Besides, it will come soon. Do you want to miss it?”
“I’m facing the west, there’s no way the awesome me is going to miss it,” Alfred said, his fingers now trailing lower and working on Arthur’s belt, buckling it open and unzipping the other’s pants. “Besides, this is the place where I confessed to you, right at the moment, right?”
“Ngh,” Arthur gave a groan as he felt the other rubbing through his underwear. “G-Git, stop it—“ Oh... It did feel so good...
Alfred fished one of the shopping bag for something before pulling out a new tube full of chocolate-scented lube. “This was quite useful, don’t you think so?” His hands made quick work of Arthur’s underwear as well, pulling until it reached Arthur’s knees and pulled the shorter teen to sit on his lap before undoing his own pants as well.
“N-No matter how long I know you, you will still be a fucking pervert,” Arthur shuddered, bracing himself when he felt Alfred’s cold, lube-slicked finger rubbed against his hole. Slowly, a finger entered him, and Arthur gave a low, shaky moan as he grasped Alfred’s shoulder and leaned to bite Alfred to muffle his moans. In exchange, Alfred gave a groan, pushing his finger deeper.
Arthur’s breath came as short huffs and puffs as the second finger was pressed on, forcing his hole to open wider. He willed himself to relax, biting harder onto Alfred’s shoulder. The taller teen immediately held up his free hand to softly caress the other’s back, drawing small, comforting circles when he heard Arthur whimpered. “Ssh,” he shushed the other, kneading the tense muscles as the intruding fingers still worked inside. “I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much.”
evening sky | 4.3/? + A/N
(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)Alfred withdrew his fingers and watched Arthur’s glazed emerald eyes as he coated his own erection with lube. He lifted the smaller teen, lining the hole over his thick cock and slid into the wet opening as he kissed Arthur to die down the pained whimper.
Arthur’s body was slick with sweat dampening his shirt as he started bouncing up and down Alfred with help, the moans and whimpers sounded so pathetic as his feelings, the uneasiness that had been bothering him since the start of their relationship poured out like water from a broken dam. He buried his face on Alfred’s shoulder, keening as he came and felt Alfred’s come filled him.
They stayed silent for a while, still in each other’s embrace before Alfred spoke up. “Hey, look... There it is.”
Arthur turned backwards as he saw the orange lights shone between the trees, starting to decent slowly by the horizon. The evening sky in the park was their favourite moments, with the sunset slowly descending towards the horizon and the peach-coloured sky over them.
“It’s always beautiful like the first we saw it,” Arthur murmured, turning back to face Alfred and leaned to kiss his boyfriend. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Artie,” Alfred groaned when they broke the kiss, before kissed the other once more.
It didn’t matter if everyone didn’t know; it didn’t matter if everyone despised them. As long as they have each other and the evening sky to witness their love, they would be just fine.
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(...what the hell just a!a wrote? OTL it seems that lately a!a is in moods for PWP... OTL To be honest, this particular scene is going to be the crucial one before everyone starts questioning about Alfred and Arthur’s relationship, which will lead to the end. The last line is supposed to be the summary of the whole story, and the atmosphere is supposed to be like this one; solemn and a bit sad. (which I fail desperately at making... OTL)
And also, the smut is NOT supposed to be there! ;A; I was planning on something more romantic, like Alfred playing the harmonica as they waited for the sunset, and not pointless smut! ;A; Fail!a!a is fail OTL
Letter!Anon: ...it seems that somehow I can fit your request here although it’s not supposed to be there... OTL Actually, I was considering the same thing, but in school (and humorous, no less), but somehow a plot bunny hops onto the stacks and destroyed them, making a new idea out of it. OTL. So I hope you like this one!
Anon1: LOL. It was done with rush, so your comment just made me think that actually school’s already out or not. (But didn’t matter anyway. XD).
Thanks for the comments! See you next update!)
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)Cant wait to see how everyone starts questioning their relationship
Re: evening sky | 4.3/? + A/N
(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 01:09 am (UTC)(link)evening sky | 5/?
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 09:46 am (UTC)(link)Alfred watched with curiosity filled his eyes when his teammates just couldn’t get their eyes off him. Heck, some of them even chuckled in amusement. “What the hell, dude?” he finally snapped when lunchtime was over, and it was P.E. time. Oh, how he loved P.E. as Arthur was at the same class at him (which, to his boyfriend’s dismay, was his worst subject).
Antonio, the handsome, Hispanic guy with teeth as white as pearls and smile too big for his own face, gave another chuckle before smiling to Alfred. “Hey, it looks like you have a fairly wild night yesterday, huh?” his gaze was pointed at a certain area... on Alfred’s neck. “Some girl you’ve dated.”
“What?” Alfred asked, certainly didn’t understand what was going on.
“That bite mark!” Gilbert, one of Antonio’s (crazy) friends cackled madly as the others began to laugh too. “Oh, mein Gott, Alfred, try to tell you girlfriend not to bite that high or,” he grinned, red blood eyes glinting with a hint of madness, “wear your damn jacket.”
Alfred’s hand instantly flew towards his neck, rubbing a still raw mark. Shit, did Arthur leave it accidentally? He had always been the one complaining to Alfred that the taller bit too hard or too high, forcing him to wear a turtleneck when he was doing work off school hours (and that made Francis always made fun of his ‘poor sense of fashion’).
“So,” Gilbert grinned, “You always tell us that you don’t have a chick with you, dude, but now we know that you do have someone. So spill it out and let us test her for being the right one for you! Right, everybody?” they continued laughing, nodding their heads.
“Yeah! I wanna see how hot the girl that has caught Alfred’s heart!”
Alfred was in deep trouble now. Shit, shit, shit. He knew that Arthur was always careful with his actions, but something had been stressing him lately and he was now in a mess. Alfred suspected that it was due his inconvenience about dating Alfred in secret, but... For now, he had to make an excuse, and fast.
“Uh... Well, you see... I can’t,” he started talking awkwardly. “I mean, h—she, uh... My girlfriend is not here—she’s not from our school, you see.” Alfred chuckled nervously. Damn, that was the lamest excuse that he could manage, Alfred wanted to hit himself so hard. A kindergarten kid even wouldn’t believe that. “H—She is...my childhood friend.” Well, at least he wasn’t lying (except the fact that he just addressed Arthur as ‘she’, but that wasn’t his concern right now!).
“That’s Alfred for ya!” someone whistled playfully. “Damn, I bet she’s hot. I mean, there’re so many hot chicks in our school, but Alfred chooses her!”
As his friends slapped his back, saluted him, or gave him a cheer, Alfred only could laugh nervously.
Oh, God. What would Arthur say when he knew this?
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(...just a few words: sorry for late + short update, a!a hasn’t died yet. OTL Umm and somehow the bonus didn’t turn out exactly like the OP had requested; but in the end, Alfred had to lie as well. Hope that OP didn’t mind...)
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 11:56 am (UTC)(link)I like that you added the bonus in and I dont really see how it differs from how I wrote it in a request. I'm just happy that it got added in.
Short and late updates can be great in my opinion. It shows that the A!A has not given up.
author!anon
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)[eh... I'm testing the comment post. Stupid ppf6 and ppf7 have denied my posts, so I'll try this. If this works, then it's their fault. >:( ]
evening sky | 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-19 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)Arthur was glaring harshly at him, clenching the volleyball hard in his hands. Alfred just stared at him back.
“I did it because I have to, okay? It’s not like I wish it’ll turn that way, jeez,” Alfred frowned, stretching his arms forward and backward a few times. “Don’t worry, I didn’t mention you or another girl, so no need to worry or be jealous.”
“Who’s jealous?!” Arthur threw the ball towards him, which flew past Alfred when he was leaning forward. “Stupid git!” The ball hit the other student instead, which threw a string of insults as soon as he stood up.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” Alfred said, smoothly catching the ball that was thrown back to him and passed it to Arthur. “I was thinking about asking Sey to pretend to be my girlfriend. You still remember her, right?”
Arthur returned the ball to Alfred with another pass as he thought about it. Yes, Sey; the small, beautiful girl whose mother was African was their neighbour before Arthur and Alfred both moved to Heta High’s school dormitory. She enrolled at a different high school, but they still met whether both of them went home for vacations. Because of that, unfortunately, she was the one who first discovered about Alfred and Arthur’s relationship – when they were making out in the garage, from all places.
She didn’t receive the news well at first – she freaked out, and refused to look them in the eyes for more than two months – but after that, she eventually started to befriend them again, and sometimes, like friends did, tease them about their relationship to no end.
Still, to ask Sey something so big like that – it’s not like Arthur had a problem with it; she already knew that both of them were gay – it made Arthur a little bit uneasy. He knew that Alfred loved him so much and wouldn’t betray him, but Sey was fairly attractive, with the chocolate, natural tanned skin and beautiful eyes that glowed like pearls.
Oh, no, Arthur wasn’t going to accept that.
“When will you bring her to meet your,” Arthur cringed before continuing, “friends?”
“Next Saturday,” Alfred answered. They ended this week on Thursday, and Alfred and Arthur were planning to go home and meet their families before coming back on Saturday. “They knew I’m going to go home this week, so they demanded. I’ll give Sey a call later tonight.”
Arthur scrunched his eyebrows. He still didn’t want Alfred to have a date with someone else, although it was Sey. He was still deep in thought, not hearing Alfred’s voice calling for his name when suddenly his head was struck with something hard.
And then everything was dark.
.
(........uh. I’m sorry. That’s all I can offer. OTL)
Re: evening sky | 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 12:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: evening sky | 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 11:56 am (UTC)(link)If it hits you hard enough on especially vulnerable part of your head, I don't see why it's impossible to pass out.
a!anon
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)I admit, his/her comment was correct that it's impossible to black out if Arthur's being hit with a volleyball. I've been hit with it several times myself.
However, I NEVER say that it was volleyball that hit Arthur. Please read the last line carefully before you can judge me for being irrational.
I thank latter anon though, for defending me, even if you didn't intend to. I appreciate that. :)
Re: evening sky | 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-26 04:49 am (UTC)(link)