Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 9c
anonymous
January 5 2010, 05:20:26 UTC
Arthur’s fingers twitched against his flesh experimentally and Alfred flexed his glutes, grinning when Arthur blushed harder.
Arthur himself was still fully dressed, shoes and all, and Alfred suddenly felt this was an unfair advantage. Alfred pulled back so that he was sitting on Arthur’s lap and Arthur just stared at him, his eyes trailing down his body until they reached his bare erection. Alfred noted the look of appreciation in Arthur’s eyes and smiled, suddenly feeling bold.
Alfred leaned forward and pulled Arthur up into a sitting position. Arthur seemed to understand what he was doing because he wriggled out of his jacket and dropped it to the floor by the side of the bed, and Alfred got to work on the buttons on Arthur’s dress shirt. Arthur helped him slide the shirt off to join the jacket on the floor, letting Alfred gaze appreciatively at Arthur’s lean muscular torso and pale, smooth skin.
Arthur’s breathing was rapid, his chest heaving up and down, his mouth parted slightly. Alfred slid a tan hand down Arthur’s sternum and followed the ridges of his light six-pack before his palm hit the waist of Arthur’s dress pants, the flesh beneath his fingertips twitching in reaction. Alfred caught the zipper between his thumb and forefinger and pulled down the fly, before unbuttoning the top button and smoothing his hands around to Arthur’s hips.
Arthur let out a breath and lifted his hips obligingly, Alfred pulling the waist down to his knees, before going down to take off Arthur’s shoes and socks. Once all articles of Arthur’s clothing were on the floor, Arthur was left sitting naked, looking completely vulnerable as Alfred stared at him openly.
“You’re beautiful,” Alfred stated, and he meant it. The real thing was even better than the dream.
Arthur’s flesh was the same pale tone his entire length, only broken by faint scars along his legs and stomach. Alfred leaned forward, knees once again on the mattress, hovering over Arthur’s legs, and traced the scars with his fingers.
Alfred looked up at Arthur and the man nodded, his voice soft and a little strained. “The blitz.”
Alfred felt fingertips brush against the right side of his chest, where a small, but noticeable scar lay, and he answered the unspoken question. “Nine-eleven.”
Arthur nodded and traced the fingertips of his other hand along a light scar just below Alfred’s belly button. “Pearl Harbor?”
Alfred nodded.
Arthur removed his palm from where it had been resting on the scar from the World Trade Center and cupped Alfred’s face. Alfred leaned into it before rotating his head to kiss the palm. Arthur watched him, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as Alfred took one long pale forefinger into his mouth and sucked.
“Alfred…” Arthur sounded strained and needy as Alfred moved on to his middle finger, giving it the same treatment. “I want…”
But Alfred muffled his next words with a kiss, pulling him forward by the wrist. Arthur’s hands managed to find Alfred’s erection, however, and Alfred had to pull back for breath as Arthur fisted his length. Alfred groaned, unable to bite it back this time, slightly shocked that Arthur would be so proactive - very unlike his dream-self. A callous thumb rubbed a circle around the head of his cock and Alfred decided this difference could only be a positive.
Alfred leaned forward to rest his head against Arthur’s shoulder, but suddenly, Arthur’s hands were pushing Alfred so that he rolled over onto his back and Arthur was on top, sitting on his legs so that their bare erections rubbed against each other with any slight movement. Alfred stared up at the surprisingly strong nation in slight shock.
“Arthur…what…?”
“I want to do something,” Arthur replied.
“I’ve never…” Alfred began, but Arthur cut him off.
“Don’t worry,” Arthur leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s not like that.”
Alfred must have looked plainly uncertain, because Arthur continued, his chest still heaving a bit. “You’ll enjoy it.” And then Arthur’s emerald-green eyes surveyed the room as if searching for something. “Where’s your lubricant?”
Arthur’s fingers twitched against his flesh experimentally and Alfred flexed his glutes, grinning when Arthur blushed harder.
Arthur himself was still fully dressed, shoes and all, and Alfred suddenly felt this was an unfair advantage. Alfred pulled back so that he was sitting on Arthur’s lap and Arthur just stared at him, his eyes trailing down his body until they reached his bare erection. Alfred noted the look of appreciation in Arthur’s eyes and smiled, suddenly feeling bold.
Alfred leaned forward and pulled Arthur up into a sitting position. Arthur seemed to understand what he was doing because he wriggled out of his jacket and dropped it to the floor by the side of the bed, and Alfred got to work on the buttons on Arthur’s dress shirt. Arthur helped him slide the shirt off to join the jacket on the floor, letting Alfred gaze appreciatively at Arthur’s lean muscular torso and pale, smooth skin.
Arthur’s breathing was rapid, his chest heaving up and down, his mouth parted slightly. Alfred slid a tan hand down Arthur’s sternum and followed the ridges of his light six-pack before his palm hit the waist of Arthur’s dress pants, the flesh beneath his fingertips twitching in reaction. Alfred caught the zipper between his thumb and forefinger and pulled down the fly, before unbuttoning the top button and smoothing his hands around to Arthur’s hips.
Arthur let out a breath and lifted his hips obligingly, Alfred pulling the waist down to his knees, before going down to take off Arthur’s shoes and socks. Once all articles of Arthur’s clothing were on the floor, Arthur was left sitting naked, looking completely vulnerable as Alfred stared at him openly.
“You’re beautiful,” Alfred stated, and he meant it. The real thing was even better than the dream.
Arthur’s flesh was the same pale tone his entire length, only broken by faint scars along his legs and stomach. Alfred leaned forward, knees once again on the mattress, hovering over Arthur’s legs, and traced the scars with his fingers.
Alfred looked up at Arthur and the man nodded, his voice soft and a little strained. “The blitz.”
Alfred felt fingertips brush against the right side of his chest, where a small, but noticeable scar lay, and he answered the unspoken question. “Nine-eleven.”
Arthur nodded and traced the fingertips of his other hand along a light scar just below Alfred’s belly button. “Pearl Harbor?”
Alfred nodded.
Arthur removed his palm from where it had been resting on the scar from the World Trade Center and cupped Alfred’s face. Alfred leaned into it before rotating his head to kiss the palm. Arthur watched him, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as Alfred took one long pale forefinger into his mouth and sucked.
“Alfred…” Arthur sounded strained and needy as Alfred moved on to his middle finger, giving it the same treatment. “I want…”
But Alfred muffled his next words with a kiss, pulling him forward by the wrist. Arthur’s hands managed to find Alfred’s erection, however, and Alfred had to pull back for breath as Arthur fisted his length. Alfred groaned, unable to bite it back this time, slightly shocked that Arthur would be so proactive - very unlike his dream-self. A callous thumb rubbed a circle around the head of his cock and Alfred decided this difference could only be a positive.
Alfred leaned forward to rest his head against Arthur’s shoulder, but suddenly, Arthur’s hands were pushing Alfred so that he rolled over onto his back and Arthur was on top, sitting on his legs so that their bare erections rubbed against each other with any slight movement. Alfred stared up at the surprisingly strong nation in slight shock.
“Arthur…what…?”
“I want to do something,” Arthur replied.
“I’ve never…” Alfred began, but Arthur cut him off.
“Don’t worry,” Arthur leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s not like that.”
Alfred must have looked plainly uncertain, because Arthur continued, his chest still heaving a bit. “You’ll enjoy it.” And then Arthur’s emerald-green eyes surveyed the room as if searching for something. “Where’s your lubricant?”
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