He tried not to stare at America while they were eating. America was babbling on and on about the dream he had last night, but England could barely focus enough on getting bits of his egg into his mouth. He was too busy thinking dirty, pornographic, horrible things. It would be so wrong, but that would make it all the better.
"Hey, England! Earth to England!"
England blinked and looked at America, blushing, "Yes? What is it?"
"I asked if you wanted to go to the zoo today."
"The zoo?" England asked. That sounded like a spectacular waste of teenage stamina.
"Yeah! It'll be fun. They have a new baby koala! Oz wanted me to send a picture with it to prove that my animal skills work even on little furry balls of death!"
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" England sighed.
"I have to work tomorrow." America said, pouting.
England clenched his jaw. Yes, he certainly had to learn the secret of the pout.
"Alright. But I'd like you to help me with something first."
"Sure!" America said, beaming, "whatever you want."
"It's in the bedroom. Come with me."
"Man, look at these dishes! I'd better start cleaning them before the egg dries and it becomes a bitch to get off! Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed and I'll help you later?"
England huffed. It wasn't like America to refuse sex like that. Maybe he was really serious about posing for pictures with a marsupial.
The rest of the day, America stayed strangely aloof. He wouldn't even let England hold his hand, much less kiss him. The most he got was an occasional, brief hug. He was referring to England as his younger brother, not his boyfriend or even his friend. He sort of understood. After all, America was legally an adult and he wasn't.
England wanted to go home so that he could hold America like his lover again, but even after taking the picture with the koala, they milled around the zoo, America being completely enamored with everything and anything they came across. England admitted to himself that even though he wanted America's touch like he wanted air, it was nice to see him being so unabashedly cute.
However, eventually the zoo had to close. England finally thought he might finally be about to get sex, but then America decided that they had to go see the new batman movie. It wasn't too bad, honestly, although he would have preferred more action and less of Christian Bale's dreadful acting. When he expressed this opinion to America, he just threw his head back and laughed, "You never got unspoiled from Shakespeare, did you?" England huffed and turned away.
They stopped by a Chinese restaurant and got takeaway for supper. England allowed himself to be distracted by chatting and banter all the way back to America's house and through their miniature picnic on the living room floor. Of course, it was easier to stay distracted while making snarky comments about the ridiculous reality show playing in the background.
"Why do all of these programs have to have a right bastard of a British judge?" He asked, frowning.
"Well, you do like to complain about things, like you just demonstrated," America said with a smile before taking a bite of his egg roll.
England let out a harsh laugh, "No, I don't think it's that. That perversion of yours for me shouting at you has sunk into your entire population, hasn't it?"
America swallowed and placed the egg roll on top of what was left of his sweet and sour chicken. "Maybe. I do like it a lot." He gave England one of his obscene eyebrow wiggles, but instead of leaning forward to kiss him or swiping him off his feet like America usually did, he took up his fork and started eating again.
Alright, he was clearly just being facetious. "Let's go to bed." England said, closing the lid on what was left of his Chow Mei Fun.
"What, did widdle Engwand miss his bedtime? Even I'm not tired."
"No." England too his hand, "Let's go to bed."
America blushed cherry red, "Oh, yeah, right. We can, um, do that."
England rolled his eyes. Why America had decided to play the awkward virgin act that night was beyond him. They put the leftovers in the fridge and then made their way to America's room. Once they reached the threshold, England couldn't stand it anymore. He threw his arms around America's shoulders and kissed him. America placed his hands on England's hips, god they were so big on him now, and kissed back with just a hint of shyness. Maybe America was worried about overwhelming him.
"Don't worry," England said pulling away, "I'm smaller now, but I'm still me. I know you. We've done this a thousand times."
"Right," America said, leaning down to kiss him again.
America was squirming a bit. Poor boy must have been as aroused as England was. Suddenly it all made sense. That must have been why he put it off: he wanted to make it even sweeter when they finally came together. England sighed into his mouth and buried his fingers in his hair. For such an idiot, sometimes his America was an absolute genius. America was sweating. He could feel it on the back of his neck. Wow, to be like that already England must have really been turning him on.
"I can't help it anymore. I need you now." He looked up at America through half-lidded eyes. That meant he could barely make out his face, but that was alright. England had memorized every inch of him long ago. He knew that look of need, that way his pupils would blow wide with arousal and make his eyes so dark.
He walked backwards towards the bed until he fell over, pulling America down on top of him. They were kissing again as America gently moved him so that his head was in the pillows. He undid America's belt and fly while America fumbled with his. The heat was radiating off of his skin. England couldn't wait to be pressed under that, to feel every inch of America, especially the six and a half inches just beneath his belt. England reached up to cup his groin. He was still half-soft. Odd, with how aroused he seemed to be before he should have had a full-blown erection by that point. Well, it didn't matter. It happened to everyone from time to time. He would just give it a few minutes. Besides, that meant more time to play with his lover before getting to the main act.
As soon as England's jeans were undone, America hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them all the way down. Once he was free, England wrapped his legs around America. God, he felt so much bigger like that! He pushed America's trousers as low as he could with his feet, not wanting to relinquish his hold on America's neck.
"Get the lube," He whispered into America's ear, "I need you inside of me."
"You're being awfully bossy today," America said nervously as he rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table.
"And you're being awfully bashful. Come on, love."
He closed his eyes and spread his legs, eagerly awaiting America. He heard the soft click of the cap opening and the tell-tale squirt of a mostly empty bottle. They'd have to buy a new one soon. He waited and waited, but nothing happened.
"Please, Meri," He groaned, "I don't care how cold it is, I need it."
"…I can't." England opened his eyes just in time to see America roll away. He grabbed a pillow and curled around it, "I just can't. I can't rape you." He started shaking.
God, what had gotten into that head of his? "Ssh, it's alright. I'm fine. I want this America."
"You can't. You can't want it. You're too young. I can't. I just-"
He started sobbing.
"Oh, Christ," England wrapped his arms around America's frame, careful to keep his still-prominent erection away to not distress him further, "It's fine. It's just me. It's England. It's sixteen-hundred-year-old England. You're fine."
"No, I'm not fine. I can't even- I won't even- I've been working up my courage all day, but I still can't-"
England's throat went dry. "Oh no. Shite, America, I thought you liked it. I thought you were pretending for some reason. I never dreamed- I wish you would have said something."
America looked back over his shoulder at him, "You know how I am with talking. I tried to show you. That's why I wouldn't kiss you and why I took you out to all of those places. When you kept pushing, I thought- I thought you just really wanted this."
"Fuck," He shook his head, "I should have noticed, should have seen- Dammit, America, I've practically been molesting you all day."
"We're dating England," America said, rolling back over to face him, "Just because I can't take one of the kinks-"
England placed a finger to America's lips to silence him. "No, America. You didn't want it, but I forced you to."
"You can't force me to-"
"Yes, but I pressured you. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry." He wrapped his arms around America and kissed his forehead. "You're a good man, America. Don't forget that."
He pulled away and gathered his clothes. "I'm going to go shower and I'll sleep in the spare room. I'll make you breakfast tomorrow. Just- just try to feel better." With that he left America alone in his room.
He awoke in the middle of the night to find his body back to normal. He went back to America's room. He was thrashing in his sleep and whining like he was in pain. England placed a hand on his shoulder and at first America stiffened.
"It's alright, love. It's me, normal me this time." At the sound of his voice, America relaxed. England eased his way into bed next to him and wrapped his arms around America's torso. He swore he would make it up to him. Somehow.
Agreeing with above anon. I think I've seen one fic where America has Daddy kink but can't get England to play along, because England has the same issues with people who look too young.
It was still cute to see America playing Big Brother to teenage!England by taking him to the zoo. *snort*
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The Spice of Life [6b/7]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-24 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)He tried not to stare at America while they were eating. America was babbling on and on about the dream he had last night, but England could barely focus enough on getting bits of his egg into his mouth. He was too busy thinking dirty, pornographic, horrible things. It would be so wrong, but that would make it all the better.
"Hey, England! Earth to England!"
England blinked and looked at America, blushing, "Yes? What is it?"
"I asked if you wanted to go to the zoo today."
"The zoo?" England asked. That sounded like a spectacular waste of teenage stamina.
"Yeah! It'll be fun. They have a new baby koala! Oz wanted me to send a picture with it to prove that my animal skills work even on little furry balls of death!"
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" England sighed.
"I have to work tomorrow." America said, pouting.
England clenched his jaw. Yes, he certainly had to learn the secret of the pout.
"Alright. But I'd like you to help me with something first."
"Sure!" America said, beaming, "whatever you want."
"It's in the bedroom. Come with me."
"Man, look at these dishes! I'd better start cleaning them before the egg dries and it becomes a bitch to get off! Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed and I'll help you later?"
England huffed. It wasn't like America to refuse sex like that. Maybe he was really serious about posing for pictures with a marsupial.
The rest of the day, America stayed strangely aloof. He wouldn't even let England hold his hand, much less kiss him. The most he got was an occasional, brief hug. He was referring to England as his younger brother, not his boyfriend or even his friend. He sort of understood. After all, America was legally an adult and he wasn't.
England wanted to go home so that he could hold America like his lover again, but even after taking the picture with the koala, they milled around the zoo, America being completely enamored with everything and anything they came across. England admitted to himself that even though he wanted America's touch like he wanted air, it was nice to see him being so unabashedly cute.
However, eventually the zoo had to close. England finally thought he might finally be about to get sex, but then America decided that they had to go see the new batman movie. It wasn't too bad, honestly, although he would have preferred more action and less of Christian Bale's dreadful acting. When he expressed this opinion to America, he just threw his head back and laughed, "You never got unspoiled from Shakespeare, did you?" England huffed and turned away.
They stopped by a Chinese restaurant and got takeaway for supper. England allowed himself to be distracted by chatting and banter all the way back to America's house and through their miniature picnic on the living room floor. Of course, it was easier to stay distracted while making snarky comments about the ridiculous reality show playing in the background.
"Why do all of these programs have to have a right bastard of a British judge?" He asked, frowning.
"Well, you do like to complain about things, like you just demonstrated," America said with a smile before taking a bite of his egg roll.
England let out a harsh laugh, "No, I don't think it's that. That perversion of yours for me shouting at you has sunk into your entire population, hasn't it?"
America swallowed and placed the egg roll on top of what was left of his sweet and sour chicken. "Maybe. I do like it a lot." He gave England one of his obscene eyebrow wiggles, but instead of leaning forward to kiss him or swiping him off his feet like America usually did, he took up his fork and started eating again.
Alright, he was clearly just being facetious. "Let's go to bed." England said, closing the lid on what was left of his Chow Mei Fun.
The Spice of Life [6c/7]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-24 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)"What, did widdle Engwand miss his bedtime? Even I'm not tired."
"No." England too his hand, "Let's go to bed."
America blushed cherry red, "Oh, yeah, right. We can, um, do that."
England rolled his eyes. Why America had decided to play the awkward virgin act that night was beyond him. They put the leftovers in the fridge and then made their way to America's room. Once they reached the threshold, England couldn't stand it anymore. He threw his arms around America's shoulders and kissed him. America placed his hands on England's hips, god they were so big on him now, and kissed back with just a hint of shyness. Maybe America was worried about overwhelming him.
"Don't worry," England said pulling away, "I'm smaller now, but I'm still me. I know you. We've done this a thousand times."
"Right," America said, leaning down to kiss him again.
America was squirming a bit. Poor boy must have been as aroused as England was. Suddenly it all made sense. That must have been why he put it off: he wanted to make it even sweeter when they finally came together. England sighed into his mouth and buried his fingers in his hair. For such an idiot, sometimes his America was an absolute genius. America was sweating. He could feel it on the back of his neck. Wow, to be like that already England must have really been turning him on.
"I can't help it anymore. I need you now." He looked up at America through half-lidded eyes. That meant he could barely make out his face, but that was alright. England had memorized every inch of him long ago. He knew that look of need, that way his pupils would blow wide with arousal and make his eyes so dark.
He walked backwards towards the bed until he fell over, pulling America down on top of him. They were kissing again as America gently moved him so that his head was in the pillows. He undid America's belt and fly while America fumbled with his. The heat was radiating off of his skin. England couldn't wait to be pressed under that, to feel every inch of America, especially the six and a half inches just beneath his belt. England reached up to cup his groin. He was still half-soft. Odd, with how aroused he seemed to be before he should have had a full-blown erection by that point. Well, it didn't matter. It happened to everyone from time to time. He would just give it a few minutes. Besides, that meant more time to play with his lover before getting to the main act.
As soon as England's jeans were undone, America hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them all the way down. Once he was free, England wrapped his legs around America. God, he felt so much bigger like that! He pushed America's trousers as low as he could with his feet, not wanting to relinquish his hold on America's neck.
"Get the lube," He whispered into America's ear, "I need you inside of me."
"You're being awfully bossy today," America said nervously as he rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table.
"And you're being awfully bashful. Come on, love."
He closed his eyes and spread his legs, eagerly awaiting America. He heard the soft click of the cap opening and the tell-tale squirt of a mostly empty bottle. They'd have to buy a new one soon. He waited and waited, but nothing happened.
The Spice of Life [6d/7]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-24 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)"Please, Meri," He groaned, "I don't care how cold it is, I need it."
"…I can't." England opened his eyes just in time to see America roll away. He grabbed a pillow and curled around it, "I just can't. I can't rape you." He started shaking.
God, what had gotten into that head of his? "Ssh, it's alright. I'm fine. I want this America."
"You can't. You can't want it. You're too young. I can't. I just-"
He started sobbing.
"Oh, Christ," England wrapped his arms around America's frame, careful to keep his still-prominent erection away to not distress him further, "It's fine. It's just me. It's England. It's sixteen-hundred-year-old England. You're fine."
"No, I'm not fine. I can't even- I won't even- I've been working up my courage all day, but I still can't-"
England's throat went dry. "Oh no. Shite, America, I thought you liked it. I thought you were pretending for some reason. I never dreamed- I wish you would have said something."
America looked back over his shoulder at him, "You know how I am with talking. I tried to show you. That's why I wouldn't kiss you and why I took you out to all of those places. When you kept pushing, I thought- I thought you just really wanted this."
"Fuck," He shook his head, "I should have noticed, should have seen- Dammit, America, I've practically been molesting you all day."
"We're dating England," America said, rolling back over to face him, "Just because I can't take one of the kinks-"
England placed a finger to America's lips to silence him. "No, America. You didn't want it, but I forced you to."
"You can't force me to-"
"Yes, but I pressured you. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry." He wrapped his arms around America and kissed his forehead. "You're a good man, America. Don't forget that."
He pulled away and gathered his clothes. "I'm going to go shower and I'll sleep in the spare room. I'll make you breakfast tomorrow. Just- just try to feel better." With that he left America alone in his room.
He awoke in the middle of the night to find his body back to normal. He went back to America's room. He was thrashing in his sleep and whining like he was in pain. England placed a hand on his shoulder and at first America stiffened.
"It's alright, love. It's me, normal me this time." At the sound of his voice, America relaxed. England eased his way into bed next to him and wrapped his arms around America's torso. He swore he would make it up to him. Somehow.
Re: The Spice of Life [6d/7]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-24 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)I think it's funny that America wanted to be a teenager but get's al squicked over England being one. Carefull what you wish for I guess. ;)
Re: The Spice of Life [6d/7]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-24 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)It was still cute to see America playing Big Brother to teenage!England by taking him to the zoo. *snort*