Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 9a
anonymous
January 5 2010, 05:15:23 UTC
Alfred sighed and turned off the tap, stepping out of the shower and ruffling his hair with a towel. He nearly missed the sound of someone knocking on his door, but when he heard it, his entire body stiffened. He waited in silence, hoping he had just been hearing things, but the knocking sound came back, this time louder and more insistent than before.
Then he heard that voice. “Alfred…? Are you in?”
He remained still, hoping that Arthur would just give up and go away, but then the knocking continued.
“Alfred…please…”
Alfred listened, but Arthur went silent. The man had sounded upset, and Alfred couldn’t just ignore it, even if he’d wanted to. The American nearly tripped over himself as he bolted into action, wrapping one of the larger towels around his waist, before making his way to the door.
He pulled the doorknob and opened the door slowly, revealing Arthur on the other side. Arthur just stood there, staring at him, and suddenly Alfred was very aware that he was half-naked.
“Um…” Alfred coughed lamely to fill the awkward silence, self-consciously tugging at the dog tags that hung around his neck.
“Ah…yes…right,” Arthur said, looking away from Alfred’s chest and coloring slightly. His eyes darted to anywhere other than Alfred, his hands fidgeting in front of him. Alfred thought the man looked adorable, even though Alfred himself was wondering why he was here. Arthur finally glanced back up at him when Alfred didn’t do or say anthing. “I wonder…if I might come in?”
“Uh…sure,” Alfred mumbled, stepping back and opening the door wider.
Arthur stepped in and looked around, as if this was the first time he had ever been in a hotel room. His eyes swept over everything but Alfred until his gaze stopped conspicuously on the bed, his cheeks coloring further.
“So…um…” Alfred’s voice sounded too loud in his ears, but he pushed on. Arthur turned around and looked at him, appearing nervous. “What…uh…brings you here?”
Alfred wanted to smack himself for the stupid question, but instead he just stood there, waiting for Arthur to say something.
“I…” Arthur bit his lip, eyes darting away again, before he seemed to come to some sort of decision and he stepped forward toward Alfred, his gaze locked on Alfred’s face. “Had you meant what you said…back in the conference room?”
Alfred looked away and toyed with his dog tags nervously, suddenly feeling over-exposed. “Uh…which part?”
Arthur looked uncertain, but he stepped forward, stopping right in front of Alfred where Alfred could feel the heat radiating off of his body. His voice was softer and lower than usual, but Alfred heard every word as if it was shouted in his ear. “The part where you said you…love me.”
“Uh…” Alfred pushed a hand through his wet hair and looked away. He wasn’t sure how to handle this, and Arthur’s proximity was already driving him mad with desire in a way that even his nerves couldn’t completely dampen. “That wasn’t really…I mean…you know…I…”
“Alfred…”
And Alfred stopped when a hand slid along his jaw and guided his face back to the smaller man. Another hand wrapped around his dog tags and pulled. The next thing Alfred knew, Arthur’s lips were on his, moving insistently. Alfred leaned forward almost immediately and warm hands caressed his bare chest, setting his skin on fire with sensation.
Arthur’s lips lingered as Alfred brought his hands up to cup Arthur’s cheek and the back of his neck, but Alfred didn’t push anything. He was waiting for Arthur to set the pace. He still couldn’t really believe this was happening and the last thing he wanted was to scare Arthur away.
Arthur eventually pulled away, coming back a bit for a small peck on the lips, before he finally pulled all the way back. Alfred opened his eyes and stared at him. Arthur’s hands were still pressed against his chest and Alfred was still cupping Arthur’s head and neck.
“What…?”
“Was that…alright?” Arthur asked, suddenly looking unsure.
Alfred stared for a moment and then chuckled, leaning in to kiss Arthur again, softly. “It was great.”
Arthur smiled and leaned in again, speaking against Alfred’s lips. “You’re such an idiot.”
Then he heard that voice. “Alfred…? Are you in?”
He remained still, hoping that Arthur would just give up and go away, but then the knocking continued.
“Alfred…please…”
Alfred listened, but Arthur went silent. The man had sounded upset, and Alfred couldn’t just ignore it, even if he’d wanted to. The American nearly tripped over himself as he bolted into action, wrapping one of the larger towels around his waist, before making his way to the door.
He pulled the doorknob and opened the door slowly, revealing Arthur on the other side. Arthur just stood there, staring at him, and suddenly Alfred was very aware that he was half-naked.
“Um…” Alfred coughed lamely to fill the awkward silence, self-consciously tugging at the dog tags that hung around his neck.
“Ah…yes…right,” Arthur said, looking away from Alfred’s chest and coloring slightly. His eyes darted to anywhere other than Alfred, his hands fidgeting in front of him. Alfred thought the man looked adorable, even though Alfred himself was wondering why he was here. Arthur finally glanced back up at him when Alfred didn’t do or say anthing. “I wonder…if I might come in?”
“Uh…sure,” Alfred mumbled, stepping back and opening the door wider.
Arthur stepped in and looked around, as if this was the first time he had ever been in a hotel room. His eyes swept over everything but Alfred until his gaze stopped conspicuously on the bed, his cheeks coloring further.
“So…um…” Alfred’s voice sounded too loud in his ears, but he pushed on. Arthur turned around and looked at him, appearing nervous. “What…uh…brings you here?”
Alfred wanted to smack himself for the stupid question, but instead he just stood there, waiting for Arthur to say something.
“I…” Arthur bit his lip, eyes darting away again, before he seemed to come to some sort of decision and he stepped forward toward Alfred, his gaze locked on Alfred’s face. “Had you meant what you said…back in the conference room?”
Alfred looked away and toyed with his dog tags nervously, suddenly feeling over-exposed. “Uh…which part?”
Arthur looked uncertain, but he stepped forward, stopping right in front of Alfred where Alfred could feel the heat radiating off of his body. His voice was softer and lower than usual, but Alfred heard every word as if it was shouted in his ear. “The part where you said you…love me.”
“Uh…” Alfred pushed a hand through his wet hair and looked away. He wasn’t sure how to handle this, and Arthur’s proximity was already driving him mad with desire in a way that even his nerves couldn’t completely dampen. “That wasn’t really…I mean…you know…I…”
“Alfred…”
And Alfred stopped when a hand slid along his jaw and guided his face back to the smaller man. Another hand wrapped around his dog tags and pulled. The next thing Alfred knew, Arthur’s lips were on his, moving insistently. Alfred leaned forward almost immediately and warm hands caressed his bare chest, setting his skin on fire with sensation.
Arthur’s lips lingered as Alfred brought his hands up to cup Arthur’s cheek and the back of his neck, but Alfred didn’t push anything. He was waiting for Arthur to set the pace. He still couldn’t really believe this was happening and the last thing he wanted was to scare Arthur away.
Arthur eventually pulled away, coming back a bit for a small peck on the lips, before he finally pulled all the way back. Alfred opened his eyes and stared at him. Arthur’s hands were still pressed against his chest and Alfred was still cupping Arthur’s head and neck.
“What…?”
“Was that…alright?” Arthur asked, suddenly looking unsure.
Alfred stared for a moment and then chuckled, leaning in to kiss Arthur again, softly. “It was great.”
Arthur smiled and leaned in again, speaking against Alfred’s lips. “You’re such an idiot.”
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