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"America x England, just straight-up smut.
Bonus points if it's England's first time~"
I kind of added a storyline. Wooophs, sorry! Smut will come, though~
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Arthur sat in the park smoking his eleventh cigarette that evening while he patiently tried to persuade himself into going home. It had been two hours already, and besides his red lips that were heated up from the smoking his body was turning cold as ice. As he moved his feet in order to stand and straighten up in his back, he could see how his legs were shaking, and his actions suddenly occurred very ridiculous to him.
“You’re an old man,” he whispered and forced a smile upon his lips, “too old to take that one last step. Your time has passed.” He looked at the cigarette. There was only the end left. “Might as well head home now.”
It wasn’t as if this evening was any different from the others. Since he moved from the country to the city a month ago, he’d been heading downtown every afternoon with one target in mind; to make that day his last day in denial, and get out of the closet once and for all. Hell, he’d even moved to this specific city because it was well known for it’s huge gay-community. However, in his excitement he’d forgotten that coming out meant an end to being straight, and if he were to flirt with guys, he would have to seek into the places where the gays were.
And he just hadn’t got the balls for that yet.
Arthur’s gaze flickered to the entrance of the park. He could see his flat from where he was sitting. His flat and the flats of all the other citizens and the boring old offices and the museums with proper art and the shops with dusty suits and striped ties and long skirts.
But what he could also see when turning the head a little was the park’s second entrance. The entrance leading to bars filled to the brim with half-naked, sweaty men dancing their erection away, leading to the museums with statues of cocks and dildos, the shops offering leather-suits and whips and food at the same time. And the music! Oh, he could hear the music clearly. When closing his eyes, it was as if the deep beat filled his body, heated it up and made his heart beat faster, - no, it raced! His heart raced with joy, and he felt young again!
But when he opened the eyes again and looked down, what he could see was a boring old businessman. 30 years old, but what had he done with his life so far? He’d graduated from university, gotten married and gotten divorced three months later because of his ‘sick behaviour’ that included masturbating. He’d moved five times, gotten a job, gotten fired, gotten another job, quitted, gotten yet a job. Not exactly a story for a movie, unless boredom becomes the new Twilight. Arthur made a face of disgust; even he would rather be watching that teenage-film than keep living his own life!
“Go to Hell!” Arthur jumped at the sudden yelling coming from behind. He got up from the bench and turned around just in time to see how the arms of a heavy guy locked around a smaller woman. She screamed while kicking with her feet in the air as the man easily lifted her up from the ground. “Let go of me! Go fuck someone else! Let. Go!”
“Hey - she doesn’t like you, so let go of her!” The man stiffened in his actions as Arthur shouted at him. He shot the smaller Englishman a glare.
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“…haah..” Arthur felt his throat go dry within seconds, and just like the beat of the music had made his heart race like crazy minutes earlier, the voice of the man made it stop moving at all. He lost hold of his cigarette, dropping it to the ground as his hands nervously went up into the air, shaking protectively in front of himself. “I-I-I mean.. She just doesn’t look… Happy?” he tried, a smile shaking across his lips. He attempted to look friendly, but the man was an animal disturbed in its hunting, and his smile was a request for blood and broken bones.
“Oh, you don’t like sad faces, is that it?” He asked with a gentle voice, slowly placing the woman back on the ground. Arthur sank a mouthful of spit that wasn’t there while he slowly nodded. “Oh, then I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Arthur smiled confused though taking a step back, “n-no harm done. As long as we can discuss this in a civilised manner.” He laughed a little. The man laughed, and slowly Arthur’s heart began to beat again. Bump. Bump. Bump.
“No, lad, you misunderstand - I am not sorry for letting you see a sad face, I am sorry because I’ll be giving you one in a second.” Bum-…
The fist hit Arthur’s chin before he even saw the man move, and he fell, smashing the back of his head into the ground. He heard whimpers, and first he though it was the woman’s, but she was long gone, and the sound of defeat was escaping from himself. “Fucking queer,” the man above him spit, kicking him in the stomach, making Arthur curl up in pain, “you’re everywhere, aren’t you? Won’t fuck the women and won’t let others! Fucking faggot!” Arthur growled and tried to get up on all fours, but the man grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his face upwards. “Look, now my catch got away. That makes me sad, so I’ll beat you up for good till I become glad again, got it?” He grinned, spitting down at Arthur’s face. Arthur gasped in air, his brain still not comprehending the situation.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I really am!” he sobbed, tears forming in his eyes.
“Yeah, you’ll be fucking sorry.” The man let go of his hair and took a step back. Arthur could see how he lifted his leg, preparing to kick his teeth out with that big black boot of his, and in his silent mind, he cursed himself for ending his life before he even allowed himself to begin it properly.
Then - what happened next seemed so cool and so stupid at the same time that when thinking back, Arthur’s not sure whether it really happened or if he was hallucinating.
Just as the man’s foot flew forward, the steady music from the background drowned in a loud mechanical roar, and just centimetres before the man’s boot hit Arthur, from the dark a shining red motorcycle flew out and crashed into the side of the man, knocking him over. The man cried in pain as he was swung through the air, crashing against the bench metres away. Arthur yelled out in surprise, rolling backwards as he tried to avoid the bike himself, but it seemed as if he was attracting danger that evening. The motorcycle turned and headed fast towards him, and he was sure he was going to get the same treatment as the guy, but then the brakes were kicked to their limit and the bike stopped op in front of him.
“Christ… Jesus… Christ…” Arthur gasped, starring into the headlight.
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The bloke was much younger than him, maybe even 10 years, and though Arthur shouldn’t be noticing it at the time, he couldn’t help but admit that he was damn good looking. Blonde, wavy hair, honest blue eyes behind a pair of glasses, and the black leather-jacket just gave him the last touch of a completely badass.
“Hey, you hear me?” Arthur opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a whimper, and his vision blurred up in tears. “Wow, mate!” the bloke reached out and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him closer, “hey, there’s no reason to go all whiny. Hey..” The biker peeled of his glove. Arthur’s tears were gently swept away with the guy’s warm fingers, and he couldn’t help but smile a little, for it was all so silly and so stupid and so scary at the same time.
“Ya, that’s right,” the guy said cheeringly as Arthur smiled, “that’s what I wanna see. Hey, you new in town? I’m telling ya, here we homos look out for one another! No need to feel afraid!” Arthur sank a mouthful of spit.
“But I’m not ga-“
“Oh shit!” The guy interrupted Arthur, looking at something behind him. As Arthur looked over his shoulder, he could see how the man was slowly getting up from the broken bench, - and to say it mildly, he didn’t look happy. “Here,” Arthur looked back at the biker as something was pressed to his chest. He looked down at the helmet. “Get up and let’s get away.”
“But I’ve never tried riding a bike before,” Arthur complained, though he was already putting on the helmet. The biker smiled, watching Arthur climb onto the bike.
“Piece of advice then; hold on tight!” As the motorcycle accelerated from zero to way-to-much, Arthur did hold on tight, and everything was so messed up in his head, that he didn’t even notice they were heading for the park’s second entrance and the life he had always wanted.
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Okay, enough of my fangirling. I really like the plot of this fill so far, especially since you're covering some of the negative aspects of being gay, which gets ignored a lot here. (Which I totally understand! But, you know, it's nice to switch up the material once in a while.)
AU!Arthur's life is just so typically dull/sad and then BAMF!Alfred arrives to claim save his ass! 8DD I'm sorry, I'm just so gar for Al right now, it's not even funny. Definitely looking forward to the next chapter, Anon~ Keep up the good work! ♥
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recaptcha is "bristol 355-to-1" which for some reason is lulzy.
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Arthur was dying. The helmet was heating up his entire head, making him sweat like he was in a sauna. Furthermore, the tinted shield made him feel isolated from the world around him. When turning the head, all he could see was a blur of colours disappearing beside him, and mixed with the softened music it was as if he had stepped into a whole other dimension.
“…?”
“What?” Arthur turned his head, bumping the helmet against biker’s shoulder as the other said something. With his arms swung tight around the other’s body, he could feel how the guy’s stomach moved as he chuckled.
“…gonna… stop… Watch.. gonna..”
“What are you saying?” Arthur tried asking again and stretched his neck to rest the chin at the guy’s shoulder, but the second he moved, the biker decided to make another stunt; he swung the motorcycle to the side as he turned sharply around a corner. Arthur cried in surprise as he almost slipped off the seat, and he pressed himself tight up against the other’s back. “How dare y- aah!“ The brakes were abused again, and the abrupt stop made the vehicle tilt forward to stand up on one wheel before it sank back down on both.
If Arthur had felt like he was dying earlier, now he was but a mere corpse. His arms were shaking, making the biker roar with laughter as he noticed.
“Never tried anything like that, have ya?” he grinned as he got off the bike and turned to face Arthur. Arthur was swaying in his seat, and as the biker yanked off his helmet, his face was white as snow and the eyes wide open. The guy wrinkled his nose, sloping the head a little to the right as he tried to figure out the reason for the other’s expression. “Mate? What’s up?”
“I…” Arthur grabbed onto the seat as he drew in a mouthful of air. Slowly, as if he was a toddler trying to stand on two legs for the first time, he swung his foot down onto the ground. First one, then the other, then he straightened up and stood still for a second. “I…”
“Ya…?” the guy tried helping, hanging the helmet on the bike’s handlebar. He grabbed onto Arthur’s shoulders. “Wow, you’re shaking like a vibrator!” Arthur looked up into his eyes. Then he sank forward, puking up all over guy’s leatherjacket. The biker yelped as he was taking by surprise, and he shoved Arthur backwards, quickly taking a few steps away himself. “Fuck, that’s so disgusting!”
“Sorry,” Arthur choked, sinking to his knees. His eyes blurred up in tears for the second time that evening, and he wiped his lips off in his hand, trembling with embarrassment as he did so. “Really, I’m sorry. I just… I’ve never tried… and…” He shook his head. The biker let go of a sigh as he zipped the jacket open.
“Yeah, well, don’t worry too much, ya?” he mumbled, “I can wash it anyway.” His eyes fell upon Arthur, and a glimpse of regret was to find in his face.
‘Fuck, Alfred, the guy is clearly old! No wonder he can’t handle such a ride. Now, go help out that fellow, you’re a gentleman after all.’
Tears were running down Arthur’s cheeks. Alfred bit his teeth together. “Hey, I’m the one who’s sorry, ‘kay?” he started out, slipping out of the jacket. He dropped it to the ground as he walker over to Arthur, kneeling beside him. “I don’t live too far away. I’ll take you for a beer and a clean up, heh? How does that sound?” Arthur looked at the younger, smiling bloke next to him, and even if his every heartbeat had told him to turn down the offer, the way the other put his arm comfortingly around his shoulder just made him melt, and before he even gave it a second thought, he whispered:
“Okay.”
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Alfred had noticed, but he didn’t say anything. He merely picked up the soaked jacket and turned it inside out, so that he could hang it over the handlebar along with the helmet. Then he grabbed onto the bike, looking back at Arthur. “Follow me, it’s two blocks away.” Arthur nodded and went with Alfred as the other started walking.
Compared to the streets they had driven through, these were extremely quiet, and Arthur guessed they must have passed the toughest part of the gay-district. He wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or saddened by the realisation of what the gay-community could also look like; a completely normal world. His gaze slipped around, eating up every detail of the building they were passing. The posters here mostly advertised for perfume for men and toys for guys to use in bed, but in between there was a picture of two women making out. Arthur’s eyes fastened to the naked bodies, and the way he stared made Alfred stare with him. The guy snickered.
“Nasty, hah?” Arthur looked at Alfred with questioning eyes. Alfred shrugged the shoulders in a lazy gesture. “I mean, lesbians are cool and all that, but they could do us the favour of keeping on their clothes. I mean - boobs, kind of a no-go here!” He laughed. Arthur smiled a little. It was weird hearing those words come out of another guy’s mouth. Though he remembered a certain someone saying something like that once. Who was it now?
“Yeah, my wife said that too,” he mumbled, not really thinking the sentence through. He could feel how Alfred’s walk suddenly slowed down, and the other looked at him. No, he stared.
“Ya wife? Ya married and shit?” Arthur opened his mouth. Now was the chance to tell the truth. Now was his chance to come out of the closet. He should just let the words out. He should just say: ‘No, ex-wife. We got divorced as she figured out I was gay.’
But as he allowed the words cross his lips, they were mixed up, and the meaning of them was completely different from what he’d hoped: “Yeah, I’m married. Been it for 3 years.” He looked up at the other guy. Alfred was starring at him with disbelief in his eyes, but he slowly nodded and turned his gaze forward.
“I see. So ya’re like.. straight?”
“Yeah..”
“Then - what was the fight in the park about? He said faggot and such, didn’t he?”
“He was just trying to be mean.”
“Oh…” Alfred scratched the back of his neck. “Guess my gaydar was wrong.”
“Gaydar?” Arthur asked, raising his brows wonderingly.
“Yeah, it’s something we gays have. A sense. We can sense who’s gay and who’s not. That’s how we avoid getting beaten up from accidentally flirting with homophobes.” Alfred wrinkled his brows. “It’s just weird - I’ve never been wrong before. I just really thought ya was into the dick.” Arthur felt his cheeks heat up.
“O-oh, but… But I’m not into the d-… I’m not gay,” he assured the other. Alfred shrugged his shoulders again.
“Yeah, okay. As long as you’re not against us.” Alfred’s eyes looked sharply at Arthur, who felt he was being pinned to the ground from the other’s glare.
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“Whatever. It’s here.” He stopped op in front of an apartment complex. Arthur took in the sight. The huge building had been painted like a giant rainbow that stretched up into the sky. He couldn’t help but smile. “Nice, isn’t it?” Alfred asked, leaning his bike against the building.
“It looks great,” Arthur had to admit.
“It’s something different from the straight world, hah?” Arthur looked at Alfred, who quickly held up a hand in the air. “Sorry, sorry! Didn’t mean to sound rude,” he said, but somehow Arthur felt that was just what he was trying to be. As Alfred went for the entrance, Arthur pointed to the bike.
“Aren’t you going to lock that up for the night?” Alfred didn’t even care to look, fiddling with the keys.
“Nah, no one steals from me around here.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Come on,” Alfred kicked the door open, throwing a short look at Arthur, “hey, whatcha name by the way?”
“Arthur, and you?”
“Alfred.” Alfred smiled and disappeared in through the door. Arthur quickly followed him, curiosity filling his heart with each step he took.
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