Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 1b
anonymous
December 24 2009, 00:40:08 UTC
Alfred let go of Arthur’s hands and gripped the edges of Arthur’s hips, kneading his thumbs into the flesh. His tongue found the slit on Arthur’s head and he slid it upwards, tasting his bitter precum as it beaded at the tip. Arthur’s cock twitched and Alfred watched as the muscles of Arthur’s stomach and abdomen followed until the domino effect cascaded over and Arthur was involuntarily bucking against his mouth. Alfred tensed his arms and held Arthur’s hips back, keeping the other man from getting what he wanted, before sliding his tongue along the same route again, tasting the new precum that had gathered in his absence.
“Alfred…what’re you…?” Arthur questioned, his voice strained. He was watching Alfred now, his hands yet again in Alfred’s hair, trying unsuccessfully to pull him forward and finish what he had started.
Alfred licked again, Arthur swallowing his own involuntary groan, before Alfred looked up at him.
“I’m tasting you.”
“Sadist.” Arthur’s lips were still parted as he was panting, beads of sweat travelling down the muscles of his chest. “I suppose…you’ve…been planning…this?”
Alfred smiled, not realizing how wistful it looked. “No, not exactly.” Arthur looked down at him questioningly.
“I see you like this every night,” Alfred replied. “In my dreams.”
He moved forward, this time taking Arthur’s head into his mouth and sucking. Arthur’s body trembled. He licked around the head languidly, before looking up. Arthur’s mouth was open and getting wider. It only took a second for Alfred to realize something was amiss, before…
Alfred threw his arm out to stop the noise, hitting something with the corner of his fist and the noise stopped. He opened his eyes and sat up, curling forward and rubbing his eyes with one thumb and forefinger.
He was in bed, and it had happened again. That same dream.
Shit.
He looked down to see the evidence tenting beneath his covers mockingly.
He groaned, pulling a hand through his sweaty, greasy locks, and shivered when he realized he was sweaty all over and it was cold in his hotel room.
He stumbled out of bed and into the shower, letting the warm water hit his strangely sore muscles. He had long since given up on taking cold showers to get rid of the problem. They didn’t work and often just made him frustrated and needy for the rest of the day.
His hand found his cock and he leaned his forehead against the tiles beneath the shower head, the water running around him. He only had to stroke and think of Arthur from where he’d left him in the dream and finish it to its obvious conclusion, before he was kneeling upon the floor of the tub, body curled around the lower tap, his forehead resting against the tiles, and his mouth panting around the water that gushed down his face as his seed swirled down the drain.
It was minutes later before he could stand up without wobbling and finish his shower. Turning off the tap, he stumbled out of the tub and stood in front of the mirror. He looked up at his reflection and sighed. He looked satiated but miserable. A familiar sight these days.
But today he knew it would be worse than before. After months of struggling with this problem alone, there was an international meeting today, and Arthur would be there.
Alfred frowned and took out his shaving kit from the pack he’d left in the bathroom.
“Alfred…what’re you…?” Arthur questioned, his voice strained. He was watching Alfred now, his hands yet again in Alfred’s hair, trying unsuccessfully to pull him forward and finish what he had started.
Alfred licked again, Arthur swallowing his own involuntary groan, before Alfred looked up at him.
“I’m tasting you.”
“Sadist.” Arthur’s lips were still parted as he was panting, beads of sweat travelling down the muscles of his chest. “I suppose…you’ve…been planning…this?”
Alfred smiled, not realizing how wistful it looked. “No, not exactly.”
Arthur looked down at him questioningly.
“I see you like this every night,” Alfred replied. “In my dreams.”
He moved forward, this time taking Arthur’s head into his mouth and sucking. Arthur’s body trembled. He licked around the head languidly, before looking up. Arthur’s mouth was open and getting wider. It only took a second for Alfred to realize something was amiss, before…
“RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!”
“RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!”
Alfred threw his arm out to stop the noise, hitting something with the corner of his fist and the noise stopped. He opened his eyes and sat up, curling forward and rubbing his eyes with one thumb and forefinger.
He was in bed, and it had happened again. That same dream.
Shit.
He looked down to see the evidence tenting beneath his covers mockingly.
He groaned, pulling a hand through his sweaty, greasy locks, and shivered when he realized he was sweaty all over and it was cold in his hotel room.
He stumbled out of bed and into the shower, letting the warm water hit his strangely sore muscles. He had long since given up on taking cold showers to get rid of the problem. They didn’t work and often just made him frustrated and needy for the rest of the day.
His hand found his cock and he leaned his forehead against the tiles beneath the shower head, the water running around him. He only had to stroke and think of Arthur from where he’d left him in the dream and finish it to its obvious conclusion, before he was kneeling upon the floor of the tub, body curled around the lower tap, his forehead resting against the tiles, and his mouth panting around the water that gushed down his face as his seed swirled down the drain.
It was minutes later before he could stand up without wobbling and finish his shower. Turning off the tap, he stumbled out of the tub and stood in front of the mirror. He looked up at his reflection and sighed. He looked satiated but miserable. A familiar sight these days.
But today he knew it would be worse than before. After months of struggling with this problem alone, there was an international meeting today, and Arthur would be there.
Alfred frowned and took out his shaving kit from the pack he’d left in the bathroom.
“Fuck me.”
Yeah…
He wished.
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Yeah…
He wished.
You, good Anon, may have some internets for that xD
Looking forward to more. Do continue soon.
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Nice start, looking forward to more :3
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All three of which are happening.
Seriously, I don't know why my leg is humming--I think it's going numb.
But you need to update soon.
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