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Alfred isn't in the first gents Arthur finds. He wanders down a hallway, around a corner, up a flight of stairs, and down another hallway. He's lost the party, lost track of himself, and he hasn't found Alfred. When he comes to the next corner he spies an exit sign and wonders if perhaps he shouldn't just take the hint.
But then he notices another sign, a blue rectangle with a little white man in it. There is a black arrow above the rectangled man, and he follows it down the hall.
When Arthur enters this gents, at first he thinks it's also empty. Then he notices the tuxedo jacket flung over the stall door. "Hello?" he says politely, just in case it's someone who only came here to avoid causing a scene by being sick.
"Lock the door," Alfred's voice answers.
Arthur turns and fumbles with the lock for a moment before he gets it twisted the right way. He tests the door from the inside just to make sure, then turns back around.
Alfred's leaning against the outside of the stall now, weight back on his shoulders and on the heel of the foot that touches the floor, the other pressed against the metal wall, pushing his hips out. He's taken off his glasses, discarded his cummerbund along with his jacket, and he's got several shirt buttons undone-from the bottom up. His hands are behind him, holding the opened shirt back from his torso. His tuxedo trousers are undone as well, the zipper dragged down just enough to reveal the golden treasure trail that starts below his bellybutton.
With Arthur's eyes on him, Alfred brings one hand up to his mouth and rests the fingertips against his lips before sucking the tip of the middle finger into his mouth. Then he draws it down his body with a languid caress. Even in this lighting, Arthur can see the wet trail the fingertip leaves on the smooth, taut skin.
"Oh fuck," Arthur says softly.
Alfred's lips curve up in a smile.
Arthur crosses to Alfred quickly, presses his lips to Alfred's, tongues that smile until it splits open and he's licking along the inside of Alfred's upper lip, slipping between teeth, into Alfred's mouth. Feeling Alfred's hand between them, Arthur reaches down and their fingers intertwine briefly before Alfred relinquishes the territory to Arthur, moving his own hand to stroke the back of Arthur's neck. Alfred's kissing with his eyes open, and Arthur draws back to blow on his eyelashes so they'll flutter closed. Then he's kissing Alfred's mouth again, that damnably soft mouth; Alfred's kissing like a girl now, and it's so soft it almost hurts.
Pressing their bodies closer together, Arthur reaches around to find the hand Alfred's left behind him, and entwines their fingers. Their bodies move together, shift against each other, and Arthur feels how hard Alfred is; Alfred keeps rubbing up against him, swiveling his hips and grinding into him until Arthur is hard, harder than Alfred, harder than ever. Arthur is flushed warm, blood rushed to his cock, his face. Alfred's tongue is in his ear, and all Arthur can hear is his own heavy breathing; then Alfred withdraws his tongue to whisper, "please, please let me"; his talented fingers are already undoing Arthur's trousers.
"Not here." Arthur stills Alfred's hand and has to fight himself not to thrust against it where it rests over his cock. "Not like this."
Alfred looks at him with liquid eyes. "You can have me anywhere you want. Any way you want me." His eyelids half-flutter and Arthur's belly clenches. Alfred smiles, luminous and innocent, gazing into Arthur's eyes as he wraps himself around Arthur, arms winding about Arthur's neck, one leg hooking up around Arthur's waist, pressing their cocks together. Even as Alfred closes all space between them, he's opening himself up, offering himself completely. Arthur's body jerks and shudders and before he means to, before he wants to, he comes.
tbc...
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