[SWEETHEARTS WEEK DAY ONE] Near to You - Sweethearts Week
Title: Near to You
Genre: Romance
Rating/Warnings: G
Summary: Alfred just missed him... Arthur missed Alfred too. After that time, they just needed each other.
Alfred was feeling too much cold that night. Winter in Washington wasn’t the best, after all, since it was a terrible rainy week. The rain, however, made him think of Arthur. England was a place where the rain would constantly visit, after all. And he was missing terrible the other too, since they had not seen each other for two months.
It had been two months since the last World Meeting, two months since they passed hot nights, with kisses, hugs and everything. Alfred hugged himself, searching for some heat, mostly Arthur’s heat. The kind of heat that they got from just being next to each other, without any physical contact, just knowing that their loved one was laying beside them.
But, all the same, he couldn’t bring himself to not care about Arthur’s absence. The Englishman refused to call him and he was much too prideful to call him. He just closed the window and went to play some video games. The green eyed boy, with his British accent, gentlemanly manners and his bad temper had made him fall in love so deeply, that he couldn’t even breathe without thinking of the other.
Alfred wanted just to run away with the other, to a secret island where they could spend all the night hugging, kissing and making passionate love under the moon. These thoughts just made him more aware of the distance between him and the other. ‘I should call…’ he thought, after another round of Need for Speed.
The cell phone seemed to be miles away from him, but he got up anyway and dialed Arthur’s number. What should he say now? That he missed the him? True. That he wanted to meet the other? True. That he loved the other? True again. But, he thought, biting his nails, ‘What if he didn’t miss me? Or what if he’s doing something important?’ Alfred was ready to hang up when Arthur’s voice came.
“What is it, git?” he asked. Arthur missed the other too, he loved the other, maybe more than the other.
“A-ahn, I was wondering if… during the next meeting, next week, you would stay here with me, in my house?” he said, much too unsure of himself.
“Y-yeah, I will, if you don’t mind.” Arthur said, biting his lip. Their “special relationship” was something really wonderful that it gave them excuses to pass time together, to date, to kiss, to have fun…
“You know I don’t mind, Arthur, you can drop here whenever you want.” Alfred said and mentally added: ‘Like now’.
“Thanks… Is it what you wanted to say?” he just sat on his couch, waiting for one of Alfred’s cute and spontaneous phrases like, “I love ya, babe” or “I miss ya, darling”.
“Yeah… I’ll see you next week, Arthur. Drop here a day before if you can, I need to show you something.”
“Okay.” He hung up, curling himself in a ball and sobbing, missing his American and praying for the next week to come faster.
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The big day had come and Arthur came a day before everyone so it gave Alfred time to do something good for both of them. He felt a little worried that Arthur wouldn’t like his surprise He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that all he did was show up at the airport and take Arthur to his house in silence. Alfred’s house was a modest and surprisingly clean.
“So… What did you wanted to show me?” Arthur asked, feeling Alfred’s hand in his.
Alfred’s hands were warm and big in his and were amazingly soft and Arthur enjoyed every little contact that they would have. He loved how the other pushed him against him and kissed his forehead with care, whispering, “I’m showing you how I missed you.” What made Arthur laugh at how cheesy Alfred was, earning another kiss on his forehead.
Arthur loved these moments when he could feel the other’s warmth, and he didn’t care if it was just a hand-holding, a hug, a kiss, sex… He just cherished the feeling of the other close to him and he sighed happily, while Alfred’s arms held him in the place, kissing his lips softly, not demanding, just wanting to feel Arthur as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
They couldn’t get enough of each other, couldn’t just give up of that feeling, because it wasn’t just a lusty thing. It was love, in the most pure form, which moved them to do stupid things for each other. They wouldn’t stop if they could, they would go all the way, again and again, as if the world was only them, as humans.
Alfred brought the other to his lap, and Arthur kissed him more deeply, passionately playing with his loved one’s tongue and quickly losing his breath. Alfred just stimulated him, leaving his mouth and nibbling his neck, biting and sucking leaving soft and red hickeys, tracing a line where his neck meet his shoulder.
“I love you,” Alfred said, with a serious tone, his blue eyes sparkling, giving the moment a different atmosphere. It wasn’t one of those “I love you”s that he usually said, cheesy, but true. It was an “I love you” that only a real lover would give to you, one that would seal their love promise, like a marriage proposal or something like that.
“I love you too,” Arthur replied, feeling his body getting warm while Alfred just kissed him again, that same way, playing with his tongue, taking his breath away like always, making love promises that he knew that he would honor.
That was one of the sweetest moments that they would remember and repeat, making another round of passionate love, laughing at each other’s jokes, mocking their accents, fighting through serious and stupid matters, being themselves. Their own love just made them happy knowing that they found the right person, that one that would complete them. Alfred knew that Arthur was the one and so did Arthur with Alfred.
“I love you…” Arthur whispered, before sleeping that night, lying in Alfred’s arms, kissing his nose before trying to sleep.