It Was Tuesday - Part 3b
anonymous
December 4 2009, 10:11:00 UTC
“I bet you do a positively ripping impression of a used car salesman, don’t you?” The CEO intoned wryly.
Alfred feigned a hurt look and then grinned, leaning back in his seat comfortably. “Yeah, because all Americans sound like that.” He gained a sly smile. “I could probably do a great impression of your wife, though.”
Arthur snorted loudly, shaking his head in actual amusement this time. “I shudder to think about what you could come up with. In any case, I’m not married. Thank heavens.”
“That’s too bad.” Alfred quirked an eyebrow unsympathetically. “And here I was looking forward to trying it.”
“And I don’t have a girlfriend either.” Arthur shot out quickly, noticing his assistant had opened his mouth again.
Alfred shut it, and the British man… paused uncomfortably.
…What the hell had possessed him to offer that info up? Arthur fell into a sudden hole of discomfort. He could’ve shot himself. It wasn’t as if he needed to give the other man any more ammunition to add to his already impressive arsenal of annoyances.
“Heh,” Jones broke the short silence. “Can’t say I’m surprised. An old fogey like you?” The American seemed content with his appraisal, using the seat lever to put his seat back down criminally far. Arthur watched as he had the gall to close his eyes and smirk a little. “It figures.”
“I beg your pardon?” Arthur’s earlier unease flew away and his face turned a bothered red. “Old fogey?”
Alfred’s eyes blinked open and he laughed in an appeasing way. “Hey it’s kind of true. You know - tea, forgetfulness…”
The boss struggled to find some sort of reply to that, but gave up instead, looking around tersely. “Where is that damned release that made me include you on this excursion in the first place?”
“Ha, funny, Arthur.” Alfred sat up. “I gave it to you after we left the sponsors’ boardroom. You set it down and-” The assistant raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t forget it there did you?”
…Mr. Kirkland’s hackles raised in an extreme mixture of blushing embarrassment and denial.
“Hey, the tow truck is early!”
Arthur thanked God it was Friday.
*
The rain had been pelting down rather hard recently in the city, leaving everything in a perpetually wet haze that was surely a nightmare for curly-haired types. Even so, Saturday had to be Alfred’s favourite day (It ranked number 2, just under his birthday).
On Saturday he would blissfully enjoy the chance to finally spend some time out of his stuffy work clothes and to unwind with a good movie and a beer.
That was currently why Alfred was at a pub wearing his preferred hoodie (featuring a weathered print of the American flag) while waiting for his friend Kiku Honda to arrive.
A lot of people had trouble believing the two men were actually friends just because, at first glance, each man appeared to be so different - but they really had more in common than most knew.
“I apologize for my lateness,” Kiku inclined his head, sliding into the booth seat across from Alfred. “There was a mix-up with the mail at the building. One tenant received some Swedish furniture instead of another brand and made quite a big scene about it. It was a huge mess..”
“Huh, you’re kidding.” Alfred looked amused at that, and took a quick swig from his beer. A wry grin stretched his mouth as he peered down into it. “That reminds me of Mr. Kirkland’s face when I brought him coffee instead of tea.”
Kiku raised an eyebrow slightly at that.
The Japanese man had been friends with Alfred for a long time, and ever since his friend had started his job at Heta Corp, there had been a new trend in their conversations.
Namely, Mr. Kirkland.
By now Kiku was sure he knew more about the Heta Corporation boss than was probably kosher.
Kiku also knew enough to discern that all the signs were pointing in the direction that Alfred was harbouring a bit of a… man-crush on his employer.
And he’d said as much.
“Kiku.” Alfred just gave him an unconvinced look. “No-ooh. No.”
Of course, he was in denial about it.
“Don’t tell me you’re starting one of those ‘reading the atmosphere’ things again.”
“Now you’re changing the subject.” Kiku remarked lightly.
It Was Tuesday - Part 3c
anonymous
December 4 2009, 10:13:32 UTC
Alfred heaved a sigh and sat back in his chair. The secretary pictured his boss in his mind - thick eyebrows scowling for all he was worth, mouth wide open as he raged over something (Attack Mode: +500 Aggro). He didn’t see why his friend always had to bring up his employer.
“He’s… old.” Not really. “And a complete bastard.” But it’s funny.
Alfred shook his head. “Come on. This is revenge for me asking you about your weird ass 2D obsession isn’t it?”
…The Japanese man thought about pressing on, but his friend had garnered a red tinge to his cheeks and was starting to get the beginnings of a frown, so Kiku succumbed, reading the atmosphere and changing the subject.
“Ah. Well. Have I told you? The apartment supervisor Sadiq-san threatened to call the authorities on another tenant for his cats, again.”
“What, does he have like, 20 cats?”
Kiku smiled at that. “Just about…”
*
Inevitably, everything went back to Monday. And so it was on that day that the American petted a hand through the back of his hair as he headed inside the shiny building of Heta Corporation.
Mr. Kirkland arrived at the top floor a few minutes later, eyes pinned to his day timer as per usual, and Alfred automatically redirected the man’s phone calls to his own issued line.
One of the girls from down in the Accounting department came in just before lunch lugging a thick wad of folders and set them on Alfred’s desk with a bang.
The intercom gave a fizzle.
“Cancel my 1:30.” The boss’s voice buzzed through. “…And you need to work through lunch.”
Alfred took out his handheld and texted a cynical but triumphant message to a certain Japanese friend.
< you’re still wrong! >
*
Alfred sat on the corner of the CEO’s desk and brandished a mug of coffee at the man.
“Ok. Seriously this time. You have to taste this. It’s a special roast.”
“…Why do you insist on bringing me coffee? Jones! Bring me tea!”
And so, in the lunch room:
“You and Mr. Kirkland sure get along in a weird way. Nobody else likes him.”
“Uh, yeah. So is the tea done yet, Saya?”
*
“Try one of these scones. You cannot live in England without eating a scone. Honestly.”
“I’ve had these before, they’re not that-” < Crunch > “Bad…”
“R-really? I mean… of course they’re not. Here, have the rest of them.”
“…..”
And later:
“Ah, Alfred! Oh. Are you ill?” Francis looked at him with interest.
“Scones.”
“Mon ami. You are clearly generous when it comes to Monsieur Kirkland.”
*
It was Thursday and Alfred burst into Mr. Kirkland’s office, intending to drop a few things in his inbox.
“Ah! Jones, you take this. I’m on hold with the overseas division.” Arthur seemed glad for his entrance, dangling a telephone receiver at him in relief. The assistant blinked and tossed the papers into the box.
“What’s wrong with speaker phone?” Alfred accused pointedly around the lollipop he was eating, but took the receiver anyway.
“One second of that awful mood music is enough, thank you.”
The American pressed the phone to his ear and sure enough an annoying but catchy song was crackling over the line. Alfred internally shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the desk, making himself comfortable. He idly sucked at his lollipop.
“Jones.”
“Mm?” Alfred glanced down.
The boss wordlessly crooked a finger at the younger man, urging him to lean down. Alfred felt some heat come to his cheeks. He hesitated a moment before easing closer.
Arthur reached over and pulled the candy-on-a-stick out of Alfred’s mouth with a resounding ‘pop’.
“Mmrf- what the hell, Arthur…!”
“Please refrain from slurping on your sweets in my office.”
Alfred straightened up and made an unhappy face that wasn’t quite a pout, but was pretty close.
Arthur just ignored him and thumbed through a booklet. The boss held the confiscated confection between two fingers, twisting it slightly back and forth as he turned the document pages with the other.
For some reason, Alfred couldn’t take his gaze off of it, it was almost magnetic. The top was red and glistening, still wet from Alfred’s tongue.
Arthur reached up to shift some blond fringe out of his eyes, curving his lips as if he wished for some tea.
It Was Tuesday - Part 3d
anonymous
December 4 2009, 10:15:15 UTC
The green-eyed man caught Alfred’s stare and gave a curious expression.
“Has it connected yet?”
A small flush stole over Alfred’s nose.
Shit.
Over the telephone, the wailing sounds of the music kept filtering through, and Alfred muttered something unintelligible in reply.
Mr. Kirkland put a hand on Alfred’s knee to get him to move it out of the way so he could have renewed access to his desk drawers. A full-on blush crept up Alfred’s neck to burn brightly on his cheeks as he moved it.
The telephone call suddenly patched through and the secretary was relieved to give the line over.
“Ah!” The CEO covered the mouthpiece briefly. “Thank you, that will be all, Mr. Jones.” He handed off the lollipop and Alfred took it back dumbly, walking out with his thoughts racing.
*
When Alfred F. Jones got into bed that night and closed his eyes, he couldn’t stop from thinking back to that day when he and his boss had been stuck in the car together. He was lying down in the Bentley’s cushioned seat, and…
This time Mr. Kirkland leaned down over him. Warm, firm lips touched his own in a needy, heady kiss, fingers deftly popping open the buttons on his shirt as he arched up into them, and then- a hand smoothing sinfully lower…
Re: It Was Tuesday - Part 3d
anonymous
December 4 2009, 17:44:42 UTC
So Alfred finally realizes it! Now, what about Arthur...?
Oh, and just want to say that I loved you making Kiku Alfred's friend. And showing how Kiku and just about everybody else twigs on to their "special" relationship before they do.
Alfred feigned a hurt look and then grinned, leaning back in his seat comfortably. “Yeah, because all Americans sound like that.” He gained a sly smile. “I could probably do a great impression of your wife, though.”
Arthur snorted loudly, shaking his head in actual amusement this time. “I shudder to think about what you could come up with. In any case, I’m not married. Thank heavens.”
“That’s too bad.” Alfred quirked an eyebrow unsympathetically. “And here I was looking forward to trying it.”
“And I don’t have a girlfriend either.” Arthur shot out quickly, noticing his assistant had opened his mouth again.
Alfred shut it, and the British man… paused uncomfortably.
…What the hell had possessed him to offer that info up? Arthur fell into a sudden hole of discomfort. He could’ve shot himself. It wasn’t as if he needed to give the other man any more ammunition to add to his already impressive arsenal of annoyances.
“Heh,” Jones broke the short silence. “Can’t say I’m surprised. An old fogey like you?” The American seemed content with his appraisal, using the seat lever to put his seat back down criminally far. Arthur watched as he had the gall to close his eyes and smirk a little. “It figures.”
“I beg your pardon?” Arthur’s earlier unease flew away and his face turned a bothered red. “Old fogey?”
Alfred’s eyes blinked open and he laughed in an appeasing way. “Hey it’s kind of true. You know - tea, forgetfulness…”
The boss struggled to find some sort of reply to that, but gave up instead, looking around tersely. “Where is that damned release that made me include you on this excursion in the first place?”
“Ha, funny, Arthur.” Alfred sat up. “I gave it to you after we left the sponsors’ boardroom. You set it down and-” The assistant raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t forget it there did you?”
…Mr. Kirkland’s hackles raised in an extreme mixture of blushing embarrassment and denial.
“Hey, the tow truck is early!”
Arthur thanked God it was Friday.
*
The rain had been pelting down rather hard recently in the city, leaving everything in a perpetually wet haze that was surely a nightmare for curly-haired types. Even so, Saturday had to be Alfred’s favourite day (It ranked number 2, just under his birthday).
On Saturday he would blissfully enjoy the chance to finally spend some time out of his stuffy work clothes and to unwind with a good movie and a beer.
That was currently why Alfred was at a pub wearing his preferred hoodie (featuring a weathered print of the American flag) while waiting for his friend Kiku Honda to arrive.
A lot of people had trouble believing the two men were actually friends just because, at first glance, each man appeared to be so different - but they really had more in common than most knew.
“I apologize for my lateness,” Kiku inclined his head, sliding into the booth seat across from Alfred. “There was a mix-up with the mail at the building. One tenant received some Swedish furniture instead of another brand and made quite a big scene about it. It was a huge mess..”
“Huh, you’re kidding.” Alfred looked amused at that, and took a quick swig from his beer. A wry grin stretched his mouth as he peered down into it. “That reminds me of Mr. Kirkland’s face when I brought him coffee instead of tea.”
Kiku raised an eyebrow slightly at that.
The Japanese man had been friends with Alfred for a long time, and ever since his friend had started his job at Heta Corp, there had been a new trend in their conversations.
Namely, Mr. Kirkland.
By now Kiku was sure he knew more about the Heta Corporation boss than was probably kosher.
Kiku also knew enough to discern that all the signs were pointing in the direction that Alfred was harbouring a bit of a… man-crush on his employer.
And he’d said as much.
“Kiku.” Alfred just gave him an unconvinced look. “No-ooh. No.”
Of course, he was in denial about it.
“Don’t tell me you’re starting one of those ‘reading the atmosphere’ things again.”
“Now you’re changing the subject.” Kiku remarked lightly.
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“He’s… old.” Not really. “And a complete bastard.” But it’s funny.
Alfred shook his head. “Come on. This is revenge for me asking you about your weird ass 2D obsession isn’t it?”
…The Japanese man thought about pressing on, but his friend had garnered a red tinge to his cheeks and was starting to get the beginnings of a frown, so Kiku succumbed, reading the atmosphere and changing the subject.
“Ah. Well. Have I told you? The apartment supervisor Sadiq-san threatened to call the authorities on another tenant for his cats, again.”
“What, does he have like, 20 cats?”
Kiku smiled at that. “Just about…”
*
Inevitably, everything went back to Monday. And so it was on that day that the American petted a hand through the back of his hair as he headed inside the shiny building of Heta Corporation.
Mr. Kirkland arrived at the top floor a few minutes later, eyes pinned to his day timer as per usual, and Alfred automatically redirected the man’s phone calls to his own issued line.
One of the girls from down in the Accounting department came in just before lunch lugging a thick wad of folders and set them on Alfred’s desk with a bang.
The intercom gave a fizzle.
“Cancel my 1:30.” The boss’s voice buzzed through. “…And you need to work through lunch.”
Alfred took out his handheld and texted a cynical but triumphant message to a certain Japanese friend.
< you’re still wrong! >
*
Alfred sat on the corner of the CEO’s desk and brandished a mug of coffee at the man.
“Ok. Seriously this time. You have to taste this. It’s a special roast.”
“…Why do you insist on bringing me coffee? Jones! Bring me tea!”
And so, in the lunch room:
“You and Mr. Kirkland sure get along in a weird way. Nobody else likes him.”
“Uh, yeah. So is the tea done yet, Saya?”
*
“Try one of these scones. You cannot live in England without eating a scone. Honestly.”
“I’ve had these before, they’re not that-” < Crunch > “Bad…”
“R-really? I mean… of course they’re not. Here, have the rest of them.”
“…..”
And later:
“Ah, Alfred! Oh. Are you ill?” Francis looked at him with interest.
“Scones.”
“Mon ami. You are clearly generous when it comes to Monsieur Kirkland.”
*
It was Thursday and Alfred burst into Mr. Kirkland’s office, intending to drop a few things in his inbox.
“Ah! Jones, you take this. I’m on hold with the overseas division.” Arthur seemed glad for his entrance, dangling a telephone receiver at him in relief. The assistant blinked and tossed the papers into the box.
“What’s wrong with speaker phone?” Alfred accused pointedly around the lollipop he was eating, but took the receiver anyway.
“One second of that awful mood music is enough, thank you.”
The American pressed the phone to his ear and sure enough an annoying but catchy song was crackling over the line. Alfred internally shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the desk, making himself comfortable. He idly sucked at his lollipop.
“Jones.”
“Mm?” Alfred glanced down.
The boss wordlessly crooked a finger at the younger man, urging him to lean down. Alfred felt some heat come to his cheeks. He hesitated a moment before easing closer.
Arthur reached over and pulled the candy-on-a-stick out of Alfred’s mouth with a resounding ‘pop’.
“Mmrf- what the hell, Arthur…!”
“Please refrain from slurping on your sweets in my office.”
Alfred straightened up and made an unhappy face that wasn’t quite a pout, but was pretty close.
Arthur just ignored him and thumbed through a booklet. The boss held the confiscated confection between two fingers, twisting it slightly back and forth as he turned the document pages with the other.
For some reason, Alfred couldn’t take his gaze off of it, it was almost magnetic. The top was red and glistening, still wet from Alfred’s tongue.
Arthur reached up to shift some blond fringe out of his eyes, curving his lips as if he wished for some tea.
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“Has it connected yet?”
A small flush stole over Alfred’s nose.
Shit.
Over the telephone, the wailing sounds of the music kept filtering through, and Alfred muttered something unintelligible in reply.
Mr. Kirkland put a hand on Alfred’s knee to get him to move it out of the way so he could have renewed access to his desk drawers. A full-on blush crept up Alfred’s neck to burn brightly on his cheeks as he moved it.
The telephone call suddenly patched through and the secretary was relieved to give the line over.
“Ah!” The CEO covered the mouthpiece briefly. “Thank you, that will be all, Mr. Jones.” He handed off the lollipop and Alfred took it back dumbly, walking out with his thoughts racing.
*
When Alfred F. Jones got into bed that night and closed his eyes, he couldn’t stop from thinking back to that day when he and his boss had been stuck in the car together. He was lying down in the Bentley’s cushioned seat, and…
This time Mr. Kirkland leaned down over him. Warm, firm lips touched his own in a needy, heady kiss, fingers deftly popping open the buttons on his shirt as he arched up into them, and then- a hand smoothing sinfully lower…
Alfred’s eyes darted open, breathing quickly.
Kiku had been right.
He was in deep.
*
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*read read read*
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This...is...so...AWESOME.
*flails*
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Hehe, Alfred's man-crush is so cute~! This entire fill is cute. Can't wait for more, anon!
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Oh, and just want to say that I loved you making Kiku Alfred's friend. And showing how Kiku and just about everybody else twigs on to their "special" relationship before they do.
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Oh, and... he touched his knee.
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GAHHHHHH ALFRED IS SO CUTE, BLUSHING JUST BECAUSE OF GETTING CAUGHT STARING AND A KNEE-TOUCH AHHHHHH
AFDJSKLFJASDFA;S SCREAM FLAIL
THIS IS SO MUCH LOVE SERIOUSLY IDEK
ANOOOOOOOON ♥♥♥
don't feel pressured!, just keep up what you're doing right now and we will all be happy forever :3
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I LOVE YOU, ANON. ♥
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That is all I have to say
<3
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*kicks cliffhanger hard*
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Even if you don't have an update on hand, at least post a link to a placeholder! This parts about to max!
Please! I've lost so many fills... ;-----;
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