As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:09:12 UTC
Alfred’s breath hitches and his arm goes around Arthur, pulling him closer, and he leans his head back so Arthur has better access. With the unspoken consent, Arthur starts pressing open mouthed kisses to the exposed flesh, sucking and nipping just enough to leave marks. Marks that will no doubt draw attention from Alfred’s friends, who will wonder which girl Alfred’s been sneaking off with. Arthur smirks at the thought, knowing that Alfred was too good, too vanilla to do anything beyond hold hands and exchange chaste, boring kisses before this started.
He’s long since stopped caring about what started their trysts, even if he’s never forgotten. He’d been loitering at some fast food place or another, mock shooting the patrons as they shuffled fearfully in and out of the restaurant, until some bright-eyed kid had come out and politely asked him to leave. That had been their first meeting, and probably should have been their last, but it was Alfred’s goal in life to befriend everyone, be their hero, and he’d managed to worm his way into Arthur’s life whether he liked it or not. Arthur had been rather surprised at how eagerly Alfred had kissed him back when Arthur had tried it just for the hell of it, because what did he have to lose if Alfred was disgusted and finally left him alone? Kisses turned into much more, and that was how they wound up where they are now. Arthur showing up at school because it’s more convenient than waiting for Alfred to find him. He may go to class now and then if the mood suits him, because it’s a distraction, and that’s all that life ultimately is.
Arthur slips his hands into Alfred’s jacket, pushing the garment off his shoulders as Alfred shrugs it off and starts fumbling with the buttons on Arthur’s dress shirt. Arthur breaks the kiss long enough that they can remove their shirts and then press together, the feeling of Alfred’s bare skin against his making Arthur shiver involuntarily. He crushes his lips to Alfred’s again immediately after, drawing a keening whimper from the younger boy that makes Arthur shiver with want.
“I hope you remembered to bring a condom this time,” he pants as he breaks the kiss again and stares at Alfred’s flushed face and half-lidded eyes.
Alfred takes a few deep breaths, then fumbles in the pocket of his discarded jacket and retrieves a small plastic package which he holds up for Arthur to see. Arthur smirks and closes his hand around Alfred’s as he lowers the boy to the asphalt. The foreplay will last long enough for the rest of the students to vacate the school, leaving plenty of empty classes perfect for a few shags with his mismatched lover. He won’t be impatient, he doesn’t want to hear Alfred whine again about how badly he scraped his back because they’d had sex on the roof. Desks are perfect for improvising and keeping things interesting, anyhow.
Alfred’s hands start threading his hair and he starts to whimper “Arthur, I-” but Arthur clamps his mouth on Alfred’s and swallows the words before the boy can say them, because he doesn’t want to hear them, because it’s not really a relationship and he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He keeps telling himself he doesn’t.
Arthur knows that most of the student body would kill him if they knew what he was doing to their golden boy. Taking their bright, shining star and dragging him down into his darkness without a second thought. What they don’t know, and what he doesn’t want to admit, is that it’s the reverse. It’s Alfred who is the influence, pulling him up and out, making him want things and want to strive for something better.
Alfred moans beneath him as Arthur rocks their still clothed hips together, and he knows that Alfred will try to invite him to dinner or to a movie when they’ve had their fill of each other, because Alfred is a good guy like that, wanting to give back what he takes. He’s still too good, too kind, and Arthur thinks, maybe just this once, he’ll say yes.
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:41:20 UTC
Oh wow, I love your characterization here! ♥ Arthur has just the right of nihilism to him, and I love the interplay of his desire to just dirty the golden boy here with the inconquerability of Alfred's ... Alfred-ness. XD
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 22:07:34 UTC
OH, I just adore dysfunctional relationships with a hopeful note. If you ever decide to continue this story, I'll follow it like WOAH because it's just THAT GOOD!! <3
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 2 2010, 02:50:44 UTC
Aww I got really weepy what with Arthur's refusal to accept Alfred cares about him.
Arthur clamps his mouth on Alfred’s and swallows the words before the boy can say them, because he doesn’t want to hear them, because it’s not really a relationship and he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He keeps telling himself he doesn’t.
Oh man, that line broke my heart it was so sad.
But damn was it ever steamy too!! You just gave me my new favorite kink. Good-Boy-Bad-Boy...*purr
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 3 2010, 07:04:30 UTC
Wow! That was amazing. Your descriptions and style made me absolutely love these two in these roles! Especially Alfred, who seemed like sunshine personified.
He’s long since stopped caring about what started their trysts, even if he’s never forgotten. He’d been loitering at some fast food place or another, mock shooting the patrons as they shuffled fearfully in and out of the restaurant, until some bright-eyed kid had come out and politely asked him to leave. That had been their first meeting, and probably should have been their last, but it was Alfred’s goal in life to befriend everyone, be their hero, and he’d managed to worm his way into Arthur’s life whether he liked it or not. Arthur had been rather surprised at how eagerly Alfred had kissed him back when Arthur had tried it just for the hell of it, because what did he have to lose if Alfred was disgusted and finally left him alone? Kisses turned into much more, and that was how they wound up where they are now. Arthur showing up at school because it’s more convenient than waiting for Alfred to find him. He may go to class now and then if the mood suits him, because it’s a distraction, and that’s all that life ultimately is.
Arthur slips his hands into Alfred’s jacket, pushing the garment off his shoulders as Alfred shrugs it off and starts fumbling with the buttons on Arthur’s dress shirt. Arthur breaks the kiss long enough that they can remove their shirts and then press together, the feeling of Alfred’s bare skin against his making Arthur shiver involuntarily. He crushes his lips to Alfred’s again immediately after, drawing a keening whimper from the younger boy that makes Arthur shiver with want.
“I hope you remembered to bring a condom this time,” he pants as he breaks the kiss again and stares at Alfred’s flushed face and half-lidded eyes.
Alfred takes a few deep breaths, then fumbles in the pocket of his discarded jacket and retrieves a small plastic package which he holds up for Arthur to see. Arthur smirks and closes his hand around Alfred’s as he lowers the boy to the asphalt. The foreplay will last long enough for the rest of the students to vacate the school, leaving plenty of empty classes perfect for a few shags with his mismatched lover. He won’t be impatient, he doesn’t want to hear Alfred whine again about how badly he scraped his back because they’d had sex on the roof. Desks are perfect for improvising and keeping things interesting, anyhow.
Alfred’s hands start threading his hair and he starts to whimper “Arthur, I-” but Arthur clamps his mouth on Alfred’s and swallows the words before the boy can say them, because he doesn’t want to hear them, because it’s not really a relationship and he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He keeps telling himself he doesn’t.
Arthur knows that most of the student body would kill him if they knew what he was doing to their golden boy. Taking their bright, shining star and dragging him down into his darkness without a second thought. What they don’t know, and what he doesn’t want to admit, is that it’s the reverse. It’s Alfred who is the influence, pulling him up and out, making him want things and want to strive for something better.
Alfred moans beneath him as Arthur rocks their still clothed hips together, and he knows that Alfred will try to invite him to dinner or to a movie when they’ve had their fill of each other, because Alfred is a good guy like that, wanting to give back what he takes. He’s still too good, too kind, and Arthur thinks, maybe just this once, he’ll say yes.
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Arthur clamps his mouth on Alfred’s and swallows the words before the boy can say them, because he doesn’t want to hear them, because it’s not really a relationship and he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He keeps telling himself he doesn’t.
Oh man, that line broke my heart it was so sad.
But damn was it ever steamy too!! You just gave me my new favorite kink. Good-Boy-Bad-Boy...*purr
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ffffffff *huggles*
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