Invisible Hand (2a/?)
anonymous
March 8 2010, 04:15:42 UTC
America slammed into the first stall of the first bathroom he could find and dropped his things, hands scrabbling to remove his shirt. He yanked his tie so hard he nearly choked, but America barely paused to think about it. Within seconds he was naked from the waist up, hoping the loss of clothes would make it easier to prove to himself that /nothing was touching him/. It was all in his head. But even as he watched his own body, searching for signs of anything that might be causing this, he felt those same unexplainable touches trailing from the first patches of golden hair above his pants down under the waistband of his boxers.
The superpower groaned and stumbled back, landing hard on the closed lid of a toilet. His head tipped back, eyes closed. This wasn’t real, wasn’t happening, but it felt damn good and dear god it had been too long! Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was even a g-ghost, but whatever it was, America wasn’t going to keep running from it in the privacy of the bathroom. During a meeting was one thing, but with a wall between himself and anyone else, America let himself enjoy the fleeting touches being laid all over his body.
He didn’t register anything until England was standing before him, arms crossed and looking all too smug. It was at that moment America realized what he must look like, shirtless and slouching backwards, nearly moaning at sensations coming from what appeared to be nowhere. He felt his face burn with shame, thinking he must be horribly embarrassing to see.
“And how are you?” America immediately registered England’s tone of voice, one he normally only used when very drunk and leaning on America to keeping from tripping over himself. It was low and America always imagined England had used it as a pirate. At this moment in time, it just registered as ridiculously sexy.
“Nngh…” That was meant to come out as words, honest. America struggled for coherency, allowed a reprieve from the touches he’d been assaulted with for some reason and missing them badly. “I…I’m…ah, God.” It was a hard decision, focus on talking or try to repress the problem he could feel still building in his pants?
England decided to talk anyway, and America was relieved to not have to. “Would you like to know what’s happening to you?”
Re: Invisible Hand (2b/?)
anonymous
March 8 2010, 04:19:20 UTC
America’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew? Oh, crap, that probably meant this was England’s fault. America suddenly regretted doubting England’s babble about magic and fairy folk. But this was just /not fair/! You didn’t torment someone like this! And now that the phantom touches had stopped America was beginning to reach that point where he needed release now or someone was going to get hurt. This was beyond cruel.
“Motherfucker!” For some reason, America thought it was a good idea to cuss England out for this. “What the hell did you-?! Oh, God…” And shit, it had started up again, this time as a mouth sucking at his throat. But…wait…where was…?
America’s breath caught when he realized England had been the one to give that particular sensation, leaning down to mouth at his neck. With a solid body to clutch onto, America took full advantage and locked one arm around England’s shoulders, the other hand grasping at England’s coat. The island nation backed off after a moment, unlatching America’s grip. The younger groaned in frustration. Not fair, not fair, not fair! He might have pulled England back, but his knees were shaking and he really didn’t want to fall onto the bathroom floor.
Instead the older nation simply stood, wiping the corner of his mouth with one finger, letting the digit pass over a barely visible tongue slowly. If asked later, America would claim he hadn’t whimpered just a little.
“Do you know what lengths I’ve gone to,” England started, “just to get you to start believing in magic?” Just behind his previous expression (oh, Jesus, that was lust, wasn’t it?), America could see England was well and truly pissed. “And even now, you can’t see them, can you?” He stepped forward to trail light fingers down America’s chest.
America inhaled sharply, but his focus was almost immediately drawn to the disembodied hands following England’s touch. Attempting to find the source, America was shocked to see the shadowy hints of tiny bodies running after England’s hand. He sat up in shock, arousal forgotten for a moment.
“Holy crap! There’s…you sent fairies into my pants?!”
“It seemed the only way to get your full attention,” England said with a shrug. America didn’t quite follow the rest of his explanation, too preoccupied with watching England’s fingers toying with the buttons of his dress shirt. “Do I have it?” He cupped America’s chin in one hand, green eyes dark and half-lidded. America nodded, entranced.
---- Anon will post more as soon as possible, but maybe not as fast as this was. Virgin!anon may also be too nervous to write actual smut, but will certainly give it a go if she finds the guts!
Re: Invisible Hand (2b/?)
anonymous
March 8 2010, 04:33:43 UTC
holy crap.
Gawd damn, anon! Your imagination-as-written is doing wonderful things to my brain right nao. @__@ Gyyuuuh, just. Nnnng. <3
This anon will be happy with whatever you write, as your England is super sexy and full of devious win, yussss he is. :]
ReCaptcha: conjured office. Well, no, Captcha, I believe those fairies first showed up in a meeting room, and then found themselves in a bathroom stall...but you were pretty close.
Re: Invisible Hand (2b/?)
anonymous
March 8 2010, 04:41:32 UTC
This is actually kind of hot anyway, but I'll send you those guts through the Internet. ;D There's plenty of inspiration around here, if you do decide to write the smut, but yeah, we still love you even if you don't.
Oh god, I am enjoying this fill, though; just the thought of England deciding that this was the best way to prove he's not crazy is just AWESOME. XD
Just behind his previous expression (oh, Jesus, that was lust, wasn’t it?), America could see England was well and truly pissed. I love this sentence, but I'm especially amused by America's brilliant deduction in the middle. Then again, it's to be at your best when so thoroughly distracted. XD
Oh woooooow. I was SO stoked when I saw someone had fulfilled my request - but the part was maxed out and I couldn't reply. (what a lovely way to max, btw) Authoranon, this part was even better. I love the way you describe Alfred getting more and more hot and bothered as the time goes by, and then when England, mm lovely shades of pirate!England coming by - is totally entrancing him (love that word) ...oh man. Will wait with bated breath for the next update!
OP is also kind of nervous about writing smut, so authoranon, please don't feel pressured to if you don't want to. But I will say what you've written already is (in my head) sexier than many things on the kinkmeme. :D
Re: Invisible Hand (3/?)
anonymous
March 8 2010, 23:34:47 UTC
Thank you so much for the lovely responses! Anon was ecstatic at seeing them! And thus, you get yet another update and probably the next within twenty-four hours. Also thank you for giving me the guts to write risqué stuff. Sex is officially happening later on! ----
“Good.” The word was muttered against America’s lips as England’s mouth eased over his. In contrast to the nearly antagonistic magical molestation, the kiss was slow and sweet. America groaned at the difference and tangled a hand in England’s hair to tug him closer. His mouth opened before England had a chance to do more than brush the tip of his tongue over America’s lips.
As the kiss deepened and lengthened, the aggressive undertone crept back in until America was leaned back with England hovering over him, his hands clutching at the older nation and one of England’s knees resting between his thighs. America’s hips jerked up into the pressure between his legs, forcing England closer at the same time. The smaller blonde sucked in a gasp before he disconnected his mouth from America’s, prompting a frustrated whine from the younger.
“It /has/ been a while, hasn’t it?” England smirked at him, and it would have been more hot and less annoying if America weren’t desperate for real, visible, touchable contact. As it was, England looked dead sexy, but America had never been one for extensive foreplay and he’d had fucking fairies running all over him for what felt like most of the day.
So it was with considerable sexual frustration and very little shame that he gasped out, “Yes! Yeah, it’s been forfuckingever, can we just…” He got distracted by grinding his lap against England’s leg, which the elder allowed but did nothing to encourage. “England, c’mon!” America’s hands went to his partner’s pants, attempting to get him back in the game. He registered faintly that England’s shirt was still held precariously closed by two buttons and his target diverted there.
However, the minute England’s torso came into view and America could finally /touch/ him, hands wrapped around his wrists, stopping the action. America growled and headbutted England’s chest, not to hurt but to get his irritation across.
“Do you believe me then?”
America grumbled. “Yeah, the fairies are real, great. Can we mo-?”
“America.” The blue-eyed blonde looked up at the flat tone of voice. That lust was still there, along with the tiniest spark of anger, but mostly England looked kind of earnest and a little desperate. And despite the fact that he really, really wanted to move on and just have some good, old-fashioned sex as soon as humanly possible, America /had/ to give him an honest answer when he looked like that.
“Yeah, I believe you. Really,” he added when England looked skeptical. “I could even see ‘em for a second there. Kinda.” The older nation looked relieved, so America twisted his wrists until he was the one holding England.
“Now pretty please can we have sex?”
England’s smirk returned and this time America could fully appreciate how gorgeous it was because it meant yes.
---- Short installment, sorry... But next part will have them actually getting down to it, promise!
Re: Invisible Hand (3/?)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 00:25:58 UTC
You're baaaaaaaaaaaaack! Already. :DDD
I'm glad you decided to give the smut a try, because I can already tell it's going to be hot. And I adore that you're throwing in characterization in even with the foreplay; too many people get distracted and forget that important detail, which is sad because it actually enhances things! ;D
I especially loved this: That lust was still there, along with the tiniest spark of anger, but mostly England looked kind of earnest and a little desperate. Because observant!America is a favorite of mine, even if he's only observant with the proper motivation. XD
That last line is a good one, too, and that was probably the best place to break it off without teasing us too~ badly~.
Re: Invisible Hand (3/?)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 00:43:55 UTC
THE UST FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE.
Oh man, anon, I can not begin to tell you how pleased I am that you've updated so soon; best of all, as the anon above me noted, you've kept both Iggy and Al true to themselves even in the midst of all this hot hot makin' out! @__@ I envy your skills and squirm with delight at the frequency of your updates~! (Have you, by chance, written anything else for the meme? Or did you say so already and I missed it?)
recaptcha: to santos! ...uh, okay, captcha. Whatever makes you happy.
Re: Invisible Hand (3/?)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 00:53:07 UTC
O-oh geeze...you guys flatter me! Characterization is a major thing for this anon, so it's really great to hear I did them justice. *embarrassed/pleased beyond all recognition* Hopefully I'll live up to expectations for the rest of this!
And I've done one other fill: America vs the Westboro Baptist Church. Please note the current fill is far superior to my first!
Re: Invisible Hand (4/4)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 23:45:42 UTC
Last part ahoy! ----
In one fluid movement, America found himself with a lapful of England and could only think /finally/. They were kissing again, mouths fitted together seamlessly. England’s arms were locked around America’s head and shoulders, forcing his head to tip back slightly, lips open to accept the Brit’s tongue exploring his mouth. America grasped and pulled at England’s shirt in reply, tugging to pull it from hanging around England’s shoulders where it was only getting in the way.
England released his hold on the younger nation to let America tug his shirt fully off. The smaller blonde was trapped with both arms behind him for a moment and something in America’s brain made a note to wheedle his way into tying England down sometime. Worry came rushing up as that thought flitted by. This wasn’t…they would be…again, right? America had no idea how this stuff went down in Europe and started to panic that maybe his Puritan roots were going to get him screwed over.
However, all thought was shot out of his head when England plastered himself along America’s front, sucking almost too hard at the base of his throat. The last complete thought America had was prompted by the new position bringing their lower regions together, because God /damn/, England was as hard as he was.
America didn’t bother trying not to moan with England’s hand slipping into his pants. He’d been turned on for far too long to have much resistance to anything left. If England didn’t start getting naked real fast, America had a feeling he might come before making it out of his pants, and that would be a shame. He tried to convey this idea, but what came out what barely understandable.
“England, you…hmnn…come on, I’m gon-AH!” He was cut off by England running insistent fingers down America’s dick before wrapping his hand around, his mouth closing to bite down on the spot he’d been laving away at on the American’s neck. America felt his hips jolt up into England’s hand as a gasp left him. He went for the button on England’s pants, but was stopped by his hand sliding up, then quickly back down, and suddenly England was trying to bring him off with a vengeance. America’s arms locked around England’s waist, grasping the island nation imperceptibly closer.
Maybe he wasn’t supposed to hear it. Maybe England figured America couldn’t hear him over the noises from the younger nation’s own mouth, but America did. He felt England’s lips brush that spot on his neck he knew would be a hickey later, and heard what England mumbled, low as it was.
“Mine.”
Two hundred years ago, it might have started a war. Right now, it made America bury a loud moan in England’s neck and come all over his hand and stomach.
England continued to stroke him through it and laughed softly when America caught his breath enough to lay open-mouthed kisses up England’s neck and jaw line until the superpower reached his lips. They opened easily for him and the two exchanged slow, careful kisses until America pulled back, breath still irregular, and grabbed some toilet paper to clean up the mess he’d made on England’s stomach.
“Still not naked,” he pointed out, almost pouting.
Re: Invisible Hand (4b/4)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 23:48:25 UTC
That's 4a up there...you saw nothing... ----
“I thought you might’ve exploded if you had to wait,” England replied, his fingers toying with the American’s hair and making him sigh in satisfaction.
“Yeah, well…” America struggled for a good response. “Your fairies, your fault.” He stroked down England’s sides to hook his fingers in the smaller blonde’s waistband. His nice, meeting-appropriate slacks were still intact, but doing nothing to hide the fact that England was still hard.
“You want some help with that?” America smirked, cheeky, while England shivered at the feel of America’s palm touching him through the fabric.
“Don’t be a bloody tease about it,” he growled. Despite the annoyance in his voice, England was grinding himself against America’s hand and arching up into the mouth now trailing down his chest. Everything stopped for a moment, and England was gathering breath to yell at the American when he was abruptly lifted and put on his feet. He looked down to see America kneeling as he worked to get England’s pants out of his way.
England nearly purred. “That’s more like it,” he said past a groan when America’s lips brushed his hipbone. America’s chin bumped the head of his cock and England fell back against the stall’s wall in response. The younger nation couldn’t help grinning. At least England was feeling a little bit of his previous frustration if he was this sensitive.
More out of sympathy than anything else, America decided to skip teasing the smaller nation and shucked his underwear off quickly, losing no time in putting his mouth to use the moment they fell. Above him, England made a breathy noise and shaking fingers flew to America’s hair. He really hoped England wouldn’t yank his hair, but he seemed to be touching just simply for the feel of America being there. Assured he wasn’t about to get wrenched around, America opened his mouth wider and pressed forward.
England had always said he was slow, but America felt a little proud that he quickly figured out how to make England come undone. Slowly running his tongue down the man made him shudder and slip further down against the wall. If he sucked hard at the tip, England would stiffen and his hips had to be held down to keep America from gagging.
He forgot where, but America spontaneously remembered hearing that humming while doing this was awesome, so he did. Maybe England thought it was God Save the Queen, but America firmly believed it was My Country Tis of Thee. Either way, it made England’s hands spasm in his hair and the older nation moaned louder than America had heard thus far. If he weren’t busy, America might have smiled in triumph, but instead he experimented further and tried to see just how far he could fit England down his throat.
When he looked up, America thought he’d made a mistake, because it wasn’t physically possible to get it up again that soon, but the sight almost made it so. England’s face was flushed, breath coming harshly, but he still didn’t look like any girl. The once-pirate looked unconquered. He met America’s eye and smiled, not smirked, looking like maybe he was a little in love. America didn’t get the chance to think about it too much because in the next second England’s eyes slammed closed and that was all the warning he got before England came, almost-shouting something that sounded a lot like America’s name.
The younger nation didn’t back off, but when England finished, he did immediately spit into the toilet so conveniently nearby. England looked too out of it to manage more than staying upright, so America pulled his clothes back on for him, ignoring the shirt for now in favor of running his hands all over England while the nation couldn’t swat at him for it.
“You said we could have sex,” America accused when he thought England was in a state to actually hear him and react properly. England scowled lightly and America kissed him to erase it. “You did. And aren’t gentlemen supposed to keep their word?” He grinned widely, knowing he was being an annoying little shit. England smacked out at him, but he didn’t look entirely opposed to the idea.
Re: Invisible Hand (4c/4 Last Part!)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 23:51:33 UTC
“I suppose that’s true,” he mumbled, watching his own hands fiddle with the hem of America’s still half-open pants and eventually buttoning them back up for him. “And of course you would choose now to actually pay attention to me…” England rolled his eyes, but grinned crookedly at the American. “You are staying in London for the night, correct?”
“Mhmm.” America’s grin widened as he pressed it into the skin of England’s neck. “Mind if I stay at your house tonight?”
“I think that could be managed.”
They parted, eventually, when England had nagged at America that yes, the meeting was over by now, and no, that didn’t mean they could loiter here forever. They were in a public restroom, for God’s sake. America snickered, reminded him what they’d just done in said public restroom, and unfortunately that resulted in England storming out even faster, shouting at America that he’d better not get lost or England might just lock him out this time (he never had before, but America figured today wasn’t the day to risk that he might).
The door shut behind him, leaving behind an American with a ridiculously wide smile across his face. However, he thought it might risk his chances of getting laid, so America waited until England was out of earshot before letting out a cheer of victory.
---- It's done! Anon may have blushed her way through the last bits, but it is finished! Hope you guys approve...
There also may or may not (probably will) be an epilogue/sequel to this in which we see later that night and England attempts to get America to /really/ see some magical creatures. It just might be a while before it's up.
The superpower groaned and stumbled back, landing hard on the closed lid of a toilet. His head tipped back, eyes closed. This wasn’t real, wasn’t happening, but it felt damn good and dear god it had been too long! Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was even a g-ghost, but whatever it was, America wasn’t going to keep running from it in the privacy of the bathroom. During a meeting was one thing, but with a wall between himself and anyone else, America let himself enjoy the fleeting touches being laid all over his body.
He didn’t register anything until England was standing before him, arms crossed and looking all too smug. It was at that moment America realized what he must look like, shirtless and slouching backwards, nearly moaning at sensations coming from what appeared to be nowhere. He felt his face burn with shame, thinking he must be horribly embarrassing to see.
“And how are you?” America immediately registered England’s tone of voice, one he normally only used when very drunk and leaning on America to keeping from tripping over himself. It was low and America always imagined England had used it as a pirate. At this moment in time, it just registered as ridiculously sexy.
“Nngh…” That was meant to come out as words, honest. America struggled for coherency, allowed a reprieve from the touches he’d been assaulted with for some reason and missing them badly. “I…I’m…ah, God.” It was a hard decision, focus on talking or try to repress the problem he could feel still building in his pants?
England decided to talk anyway, and America was relieved to not have to. “Would you like to know what’s happening to you?”
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“Motherfucker!” For some reason, America thought it was a good idea to cuss England out for this. “What the hell did you-?! Oh, God…” And shit, it had started up again, this time as a mouth sucking at his throat. But…wait…where was…?
America’s breath caught when he realized England had been the one to give that particular sensation, leaning down to mouth at his neck. With a solid body to clutch onto, America took full advantage and locked one arm around England’s shoulders, the other hand grasping at England’s coat. The island nation backed off after a moment, unlatching America’s grip. The younger groaned in frustration. Not fair, not fair, not fair! He might have pulled England back, but his knees were shaking and he really didn’t want to fall onto the bathroom floor.
Instead the older nation simply stood, wiping the corner of his mouth with one finger, letting the digit pass over a barely visible tongue slowly. If asked later, America would claim he hadn’t whimpered just a little.
“Do you know what lengths I’ve gone to,” England started, “just to get you to start believing in magic?” Just behind his previous expression (oh, Jesus, that was lust, wasn’t it?), America could see England was well and truly pissed. “And even now, you can’t see them, can you?” He stepped forward to trail light fingers down America’s chest.
America inhaled sharply, but his focus was almost immediately drawn to the disembodied hands following England’s touch. Attempting to find the source, America was shocked to see the shadowy hints of tiny bodies running after England’s hand. He sat up in shock, arousal forgotten for a moment.
“Holy crap! There’s…you sent fairies into my pants?!”
“It seemed the only way to get your full attention,” England said with a shrug. America didn’t quite follow the rest of his explanation, too preoccupied with watching England’s fingers toying with the buttons of his dress shirt. “Do I have it?” He cupped America’s chin in one hand, green eyes dark and half-lidded. America nodded, entranced.
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Anon will post more as soon as possible, but maybe not as fast as this was.
Virgin!anon may also be too nervous to write actual smut, but will certainly give it a go if she finds the guts!
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Gawd damn, anon! Your imagination-as-written is doing wonderful things to my brain right nao. @__@ Gyyuuuh, just. Nnnng. <3
This anon will be happy with whatever you write, as your England is super sexy and full of devious win, yussss he is. :]
ReCaptcha: conjured office. Well, no, Captcha, I believe those fairies first showed up in a meeting room, and then found themselves in a bathroom stall...but you were pretty close.
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Oh god, I am enjoying this fill, though; just the thought of England deciding that this was the best way to prove he's not crazy is just AWESOME. XD
Just behind his previous expression (oh, Jesus, that was lust, wasn’t it?), America could see England was well and truly pissed. I love this sentence, but I'm especially amused by America's brilliant deduction in the middle. Then again, it's to be at your best when so thoroughly distracted. XD
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“Holy crap! There’s…you sent fairies into my pants?!”
... brb laughing my ass off.
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OP is also kind of nervous about writing smut, so authoranon, please don't feel pressured to if you don't want to. But I will say what you've written already is (in my head) sexier than many things on the kinkmeme. :D
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And anon has been super encouraged by responses, so may in fact be writing not one, but two semi- or full-out smut scenes. *blushes head off*
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“Good.” The word was muttered against America’s lips as England’s mouth eased over his. In contrast to the nearly antagonistic magical molestation, the kiss was slow and sweet. America groaned at the difference and tangled a hand in England’s hair to tug him closer. His mouth opened before England had a chance to do more than brush the tip of his tongue over America’s lips.
As the kiss deepened and lengthened, the aggressive undertone crept back in until America was leaned back with England hovering over him, his hands clutching at the older nation and one of England’s knees resting between his thighs. America’s hips jerked up into the pressure between his legs, forcing England closer at the same time. The smaller blonde sucked in a gasp before he disconnected his mouth from America’s, prompting a frustrated whine from the younger.
“It /has/ been a while, hasn’t it?” England smirked at him, and it would have been more hot and less annoying if America weren’t desperate for real, visible, touchable contact. As it was, England looked dead sexy, but America had never been one for extensive foreplay and he’d had fucking fairies running all over him for what felt like most of the day.
So it was with considerable sexual frustration and very little shame that he gasped out, “Yes! Yeah, it’s been forfuckingever, can we just…” He got distracted by grinding his lap against England’s leg, which the elder allowed but did nothing to encourage. “England, c’mon!” America’s hands went to his partner’s pants, attempting to get him back in the game. He registered faintly that England’s shirt was still held precariously closed by two buttons and his target diverted there.
However, the minute England’s torso came into view and America could finally /touch/ him, hands wrapped around his wrists, stopping the action. America growled and headbutted England’s chest, not to hurt but to get his irritation across.
“Do you believe me then?”
America grumbled. “Yeah, the fairies are real, great. Can we mo-?”
“America.” The blue-eyed blonde looked up at the flat tone of voice. That lust was still there, along with the tiniest spark of anger, but mostly England looked kind of earnest and a little desperate. And despite the fact that he really, really wanted to move on and just have some good, old-fashioned sex as soon as humanly possible, America /had/ to give him an honest answer when he looked like that.
“Yeah, I believe you. Really,” he added when England looked skeptical. “I could even see ‘em for a second there. Kinda.” The older nation looked relieved, so America twisted his wrists until he was the one holding England.
“Now pretty please can we have sex?”
England’s smirk returned and this time America could fully appreciate how gorgeous it was because it meant yes.
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Short installment, sorry... But next part will have them actually getting down to it, promise!
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I'm glad you decided to give the smut a try, because I can already tell it's going to be hot. And I adore that you're throwing in characterization in even with the foreplay; too many people get distracted and forget that important detail, which is sad because it actually enhances things! ;D
I especially loved this: That lust was still there, along with the tiniest spark of anger, but mostly England looked kind of earnest and a little desperate. Because observant!America is a favorite of mine, even if he's only observant with the proper motivation. XD
That last line is a good one, too, and that was probably the best place to break it off without teasing us too~ badly~.
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Oh man, anon, I can not begin to tell you how pleased I am that you've updated so soon; best of all, as the anon above me noted, you've kept both Iggy and Al true to themselves even in the midst of all this hot hot makin' out! @__@ I envy your skills and squirm with delight at the frequency of your updates~! (Have you, by chance, written anything else for the meme? Or did you say so already and I missed it?)
recaptcha: to santos! ...uh, okay, captcha. Whatever makes you happy.
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And I've done one other fill: America vs the Westboro Baptist Church. Please note the current fill is far superior to my first!
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In one fluid movement, America found himself with a lapful of England and could only think /finally/. They were kissing again, mouths fitted together seamlessly. England’s arms were locked around America’s head and shoulders, forcing his head to tip back slightly, lips open to accept the Brit’s tongue exploring his mouth. America grasped and pulled at England’s shirt in reply, tugging to pull it from hanging around England’s shoulders where it was only getting in the way.
England released his hold on the younger nation to let America tug his shirt fully off. The smaller blonde was trapped with both arms behind him for a moment and something in America’s brain made a note to wheedle his way into tying England down sometime. Worry came rushing up as that thought flitted by. This wasn’t…they would be…again, right? America had no idea how this stuff went down in Europe and started to panic that maybe his Puritan roots were going to get him screwed over.
However, all thought was shot out of his head when England plastered himself along America’s front, sucking almost too hard at the base of his throat. The last complete thought America had was prompted by the new position bringing their lower regions together, because God /damn/, England was as hard as he was.
America didn’t bother trying not to moan with England’s hand slipping into his pants. He’d been turned on for far too long to have much resistance to anything left. If England didn’t start getting naked real fast, America had a feeling he might come before making it out of his pants, and that would be a shame. He tried to convey this idea, but what came out what barely understandable.
“England, you…hmnn…come on, I’m gon-AH!” He was cut off by England running insistent fingers down America’s dick before wrapping his hand around, his mouth closing to bite down on the spot he’d been laving away at on the American’s neck. America felt his hips jolt up into England’s hand as a gasp left him. He went for the button on England’s pants, but was stopped by his hand sliding up, then quickly back down, and suddenly England was trying to bring him off with a vengeance. America’s arms locked around England’s waist, grasping the island nation imperceptibly closer.
Maybe he wasn’t supposed to hear it. Maybe England figured America couldn’t hear him over the noises from the younger nation’s own mouth, but America did. He felt England’s lips brush that spot on his neck he knew would be a hickey later, and heard what England mumbled, low as it was.
“Mine.”
Two hundred years ago, it might have started a war. Right now, it made America bury a loud moan in England’s neck and come all over his hand and stomach.
England continued to stroke him through it and laughed softly when America caught his breath enough to lay open-mouthed kisses up England’s neck and jaw line until the superpower reached his lips. They opened easily for him and the two exchanged slow, careful kisses until America pulled back, breath still irregular, and grabbed some toilet paper to clean up the mess he’d made on England’s stomach.
“Still not naked,” he pointed out, almost pouting.
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“I thought you might’ve exploded if you had to wait,” England replied, his fingers toying with the American’s hair and making him sigh in satisfaction.
“Yeah, well…” America struggled for a good response. “Your fairies, your fault.” He stroked down England’s sides to hook his fingers in the smaller blonde’s waistband. His nice, meeting-appropriate slacks were still intact, but doing nothing to hide the fact that England was still hard.
“You want some help with that?” America smirked, cheeky, while England shivered at the feel of America’s palm touching him through the fabric.
“Don’t be a bloody tease about it,” he growled. Despite the annoyance in his voice, England was grinding himself against America’s hand and arching up into the mouth now trailing down his chest. Everything stopped for a moment, and England was gathering breath to yell at the American when he was abruptly lifted and put on his feet. He looked down to see America kneeling as he worked to get England’s pants out of his way.
England nearly purred. “That’s more like it,” he said past a groan when America’s lips brushed his hipbone. America’s chin bumped the head of his cock and England fell back against the stall’s wall in response. The younger nation couldn’t help grinning. At least England was feeling a little bit of his previous frustration if he was this sensitive.
More out of sympathy than anything else, America decided to skip teasing the smaller nation and shucked his underwear off quickly, losing no time in putting his mouth to use the moment they fell. Above him, England made a breathy noise and shaking fingers flew to America’s hair. He really hoped England wouldn’t yank his hair, but he seemed to be touching just simply for the feel of America being there. Assured he wasn’t about to get wrenched around, America opened his mouth wider and pressed forward.
England had always said he was slow, but America felt a little proud that he quickly figured out how to make England come undone. Slowly running his tongue down the man made him shudder and slip further down against the wall. If he sucked hard at the tip, England would stiffen and his hips had to be held down to keep America from gagging.
He forgot where, but America spontaneously remembered hearing that humming while doing this was awesome, so he did. Maybe England thought it was God Save the Queen, but America firmly believed it was My Country Tis of Thee. Either way, it made England’s hands spasm in his hair and the older nation moaned louder than America had heard thus far. If he weren’t busy, America might have smiled in triumph, but instead he experimented further and tried to see just how far he could fit England down his throat.
When he looked up, America thought he’d made a mistake, because it wasn’t physically possible to get it up again that soon, but the sight almost made it so. England’s face was flushed, breath coming harshly, but he still didn’t look like any girl. The once-pirate looked unconquered. He met America’s eye and smiled, not smirked, looking like maybe he was a little in love. America didn’t get the chance to think about it too much because in the next second England’s eyes slammed closed and that was all the warning he got before England came, almost-shouting something that sounded a lot like America’s name.
The younger nation didn’t back off, but when England finished, he did immediately spit into the toilet so conveniently nearby. England looked too out of it to manage more than staying upright, so America pulled his clothes back on for him, ignoring the shirt for now in favor of running his hands all over England while the nation couldn’t swat at him for it.
“You said we could have sex,” America accused when he thought England was in a state to actually hear him and react properly. England scowled lightly and America kissed him to erase it. “You did. And aren’t gentlemen supposed to keep their word?” He grinned widely, knowing he was being an annoying little shit. England smacked out at him, but he didn’t look entirely opposed to the idea.
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“Mhmm.” America’s grin widened as he pressed it into the skin of England’s neck. “Mind if I stay at your house tonight?”
“I think that could be managed.”
They parted, eventually, when England had nagged at America that yes, the meeting was over by now, and no, that didn’t mean they could loiter here forever. They were in a public restroom, for God’s sake. America snickered, reminded him what they’d just done in said public restroom, and unfortunately that resulted in England storming out even faster, shouting at America that he’d better not get lost or England might just lock him out this time (he never had before, but America figured today wasn’t the day to risk that he might).
The door shut behind him, leaving behind an American with a ridiculously wide smile across his face. However, he thought it might risk his chances of getting laid, so America waited until England was out of earshot before letting out a cheer of victory.
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It's done! Anon may have blushed her way through the last bits, but it is finished! Hope you guys approve...
There also may or may not (probably will) be an epilogue/sequel to this in which we see later that night and England attempts to get America to /really/ see some magical creatures. It just might be a while before it's up.
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