Just someone (1a/?)
anonymous
May 4 2010, 00:51:03 UTC
Ahem. Yup, this is indeed another new fill. For my defense, I had the story planned out in my head before even seeing this request, honest. So yeah. First fill ever, woot. Hope I don't suck too much.
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He didn’t know what had possessed him to drive there. He just… For one night, he just didn’t want to be alone. He was young, he was rich, but he had no friends at all, and his only family resided in another country altogether and would probably be mad if he called him at this hour. So Alfred F. Jones had drove to the prostitute district, intending to bring somebody home to dull the loneliness.
Only it was his first time there and he was nervous as hell. Especially since he was in the male department of said district. He had known for some time of his preferences, but he had never…
‘oh god, what am I doing here?’ he thought frantically as he watched a few of the workers further ahead from the safety of his car. They were all very attractive, sure, except perhaps for the weirdo in a skirt, but he still wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do… He was a hero, right? Heroes didn’t sleep with whores, right? But then again, they all looked too thin to be healthy, like they couldn’t afford a decent meal…
But that wasn’t the issue, wasn’t it? The real issue was that he was a virgin, and he was scared, and he was still confused about his orientation and wanted to finally know for sure, and was also curious. Hell, he was 23 and still virgin, despite what all the rumours said about him. Of course he was curious!
‘Well, curiosity killed the cat.’ He thought before inhaling deeply and leaving his car. Praying for his steps to show determination, he made his way towards two men standing in the dim light of a lamppost.
Just someone (1b/?)
anonymous
May 4 2010, 00:51:51 UTC
Francis elbowed Arthur painfully in the ribs when he noticed the man coming towards them. Following his gaze, the Brit made an effort to stop shivering so obviously and try to look at least a little attractive. He stoop up to his full height and cocked his head to the side, giving the approaching man his best seducing grin, while the frog did something similar next to him.
The man looked in his early twenties, blond and well-shaped. He had handsome features, as far as Arthur could see. That didn’t spark his interest as much as his fine tailored coat, which spoke of wealth. They hadn’t seen that in a while and it was worth making some efforts. Francis, who had apparently thought the same thing, spoke up with a disgustingly sweet voice as soon as the man was within voice-range, popping out a rose from seemingly nowhere.
“Bonjour, mon cher. What shall we do for you?”
The man just stared at them both before turning pink and mumbling something incoherent. Arthur raised an eyebrow. Was he shy? Now that was rare. Francis just smiled a feral grin and leaned in to murmur something in the stranger’s ear, which made him turn a glowing red and splutter.
“I just… ah… I just want one of you for a night!” He ended up stuttering lamely.
Both of them rose an eyebrow and exchanged a look. A night? A full night? The Frenchman grinned and leaned even more flirtatiously against the customer.
“My my, mon petit lapin, you seem like you have a lot in mind…” he dragged a sensual finger down the man’s cheek and wiggled his eyebrows. “All you can make me do to you in a full night’s time~” he purred, somehow making in sound extremely perverted. And arousing. Arthur had to admire Francis’ technique, even though it was low and degrading and French.
The man went even redder at that and wiggled uneasily. Aaah! Although it had been a long time, Arthur could still recognize that look anywhere. They were the best costumers and like hell if he’d let that frog take him! He hadn’t had a job in a while and it was his turn, dammit!
So he stepped up and furrowed his impressive eyebrows.
“Back up Francis, I’m taking this customer.”
Both of them stared at him, momentarily taken aback. The man’s eyes went from him to the other whore, and he sighed. “You want someone sane or you want the frog?”
“I… I’ll take you.”
Savouring his small victory, Arthur grabbed his hand and pulled him with him towards the stranger’s car. Upon inspection of the vehicle, he really felt like he had hit Jack Pot. A red Mustang! He was going to make quite a load of money, if his instincts didn’t fail him…
They both climbed in the car in silence. The man didn’t start the car right away, instead breathing deeply while clenching and unclenching his hands around the steering wheel. Arthur resisted the urge to chuckle fondly, rolling his eyes instead. “Where are we going?”
That seemed to snap him out of it. “I rented a motel room…” The man started. He turned around. “My name is Alfred.”
Arthur fixed him with a serious gaze. “I don’t want to know your name.”
Alfred rubbed the back of his head. “ahah, yeah, I guess not…”
“It’ll be ____$* for the night.” He interrupted him.
“Oh yeah, of course.” He fumbled around for his wallet, before dropping the bills into Arthur’s outstretched hand. He stared at it pensively.
“You’re a virgin.” It was a statement. Alfred looked at him, startled. “How do you know?”
“Easy. You too nervous. That usually means either that you want to murder me, or that it’s your first time. But a murderer wouldn’t buy a full nigh; everybody knows that you buy the services, not the time. Even if one did, to give himself enough time to commit his crime, nobody would pay in advance, that’s just stupid.” He concluded before giving the bills back to Alfred, who took them wide-eyed.
Arthur turned to look out the window. “Looks like I’ll have a lot to teach you.” He grumbled. He didn’t tell him that he had asked nearly twice the price for what he’d probably be asked to do; there was no need for the other to know that. He felt a smirk tug at his lips as the car started to move. Yep, the best customers indeed.
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*Haha I have no idea so I just skipped having to bullshit a price. Hope you’ll forgive me.
Re: Just someone (1b/?)
anonymous
May 4 2010, 06:08:54 UTC
I-I am not the OP but I am soooooo happy that there are...like the four fills for this request~ Virgin Alfred is cute... Twice the price? Arthur, you are evil XD
A-Another fill! Oh, I'm so lucky to have so many fills! Thank you so much anon, this was great! Virgin!Alfred! Oh, how cute~ I always have a soft spot for virgins in fanfics so adding it in was such a lovely bonus! I can't wait to see more, anon! Thanks again!!
Re: Just someone (1b/?)
anonymous
September 28 2010, 04:22:45 UTC
Oh crap, this has been so long, is anyone still reading this? And I'm very sorry for the lack of porn, but that will come at the end!
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Two hours later found them sitting at the edge of a bed in a very crappy motel staring ackwardly at the wall. Arthur sighed in irritation. He tried everything, dammit! But the little fuck was too scared for penetration (He could understand not wanting to bottom, but not wanting ARTHUR to because he was afraid to hurt HIM? Please, he was a professional!), too misophobe for the blowjob ("don't put your mouth there! It's not sanitary!") and had chickened out in the middle of the handjob!
"Are you even gay?" he spat at him, irritated.
Alfred, who had not spoken for thirty minutes, seemed to shrink into himself. "I-I'm sorry! I know it's stupid and everything but I just can't do it!"
The 'professional' sighed. "What's so scary about it? I just don't undestand." He slipped his hand suavely on the other's thight in a last effort and whispered in his ear "I think perhaps you're afraid to like it~"
Alfred pulled away, cringing. "Of course I'm not! That would just be stupid!" he rubbed his ear, willing the shivers to die down. "Besides, a hero is never afraid!"
Arthur moved back, completely losing the seductive voice and returning to his annoyed tone from before. "Then what?"
Alfred balled his fists. "It just doesn't seem right! You're supposed to do it with someone you love, right?"
"Then why did you come here?" was the sarcastic retort. Really, that kid and his idealistic behaviour was starting to grate on his nerves...
"I just... every one else had done it already... And I wanted to know was it was like... and I was also lonely, a little..." he added in a softer voice.
The british man 'tsk'-ed. "Seems we found the problem. Don't do it to imitate others or out of curiousity, you idiot. You need to do it for yourself, because you really want it."
Alfred, flushed brught red at beiing called an idiot by someone he didn't even know, spat right back "look who's talking!"
Every muscle on Arthur's body seemed to tense for a moment and he seemed on the verge of retorting before he seemed to completely deflate. He fisted the fabric of his pants and looked away.
Alfred, sensing that he had maybe crossed whatever line existed between a prostitude and his customer, fidgeted for a moment, at a loss for what to say. before he could think of something suitable, though Arthur was getting up and putting his coat on.
"Well if we're finished here, I'd like to go and catch some other customers before the night is over," he said in a flat voice that made the young boy flinch. How could he be this calm and business-like about this? He was about to get the hell fucked out of him by whatever nut would pick him up next and he just treated this like everyday business!
Although, he thought with a pang of guilt, it was everyday business for the other man. He knew that he shouldn't get involved, but as he watched the britishman prepare to leave (and his rids shifting underneath that fishnet shirt, and those too pointy elbows and too pale face), he thought that, maybe, there was something that he could do, and just because that went against some prostitute-customer interaction code simply wasn't a good enough reason not to do it.
And so, in a split second, he made a decision.
"Hey!," he called. "Don't go yet. I hired you for the night, didn't I?"
As Arthur turned back, enormous brows raised, he put on his biggest hero grin. "How about a burger?"
Just someone (2b/?)
anonymous
September 28 2010, 04:44:29 UTC
sorry about the previous part! it should be saying 2a/? instead of 1b/? !!
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When Arthur entered the dilapidated building that housed the whores of the district again, it was early in the morning and for the first time in months, his body wasn't aching. He tip-toed by Francis' room, not wanting to wake him up and be subjected to a barrage of quieries by only one in the business who seemed to like his job (creep).
Carefully, he pushed aside the door to his room. The sun hasn't risen yet but he didn't need light to see -
Suddenly the light was opened and a very angry Peter was sitting on his bed, staring him down.
He sighed. "Peter, what ar-"
"Where were you and what have they done to you? This is way past the hour they're supposed to bring you back, you jerk!"
He frowned heavily and massaged his temples. Already the accusations? "Oh, don't be a child, Peter! This was a special case-"
"I DUN WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU DO WITH THESE CREEPS, YOU JERK! I HATE YOU!" Screamed his little brother before kicking him in the shin and running off into the hallway.
"Remember who puts bread on the table!" he screamed after him, and probably would have said more if a few angry and sleepy voices hadn't answered him from the other rooms and told him to keep it down. With an impressive scowl he retreated to his own room and sank to the floor.
Dammit, that brat always made him so angry! who did he think he was, anyway? If it hadn't been for Arthur making all of those sacrifices, working his soul out, he wouls have been dying in the street! But nooo- the kid had to be difficult! Didn't he see that Arthur didn't like the situation either? Didn't he see that he was working double just to ensure that the brat could stay with him in the district building?
With an heartbreaking sigh, he buried his face in his hands. His life sucked.
And that night, for the first time, he had told his name to a customer, in front of a burger in a McDo. Althought he had told him no more, little did he know that he had made a very strong impression on Alfred.
Re: Just someone (2b/?)
anonymous
October 8 2010, 17:34:28 UTC
If I hadn't checked the usuk fills list, I wouldn't have seen this, I'm so glad I did! (I'm not sure if you posted it on the kink meme fills list, but if you didn't, you should, authoranon!)
This looks promising, I loved Alfred's awkwardness, it was so cute. I can't wait to see the rest~
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He didn’t know what had possessed him to drive there. He just… For one night, he just didn’t want to be alone. He was young, he was rich, but he had no friends at all, and his only family resided in another country altogether and would probably be mad if he called him at this hour. So Alfred F. Jones had drove to the prostitute district, intending to bring somebody home to dull the loneliness.
Only it was his first time there and he was nervous as hell. Especially since he was in the male department of said district. He had known for some time of his preferences, but he had never…
‘oh god, what am I doing here?’ he thought frantically as he watched a few of the workers further ahead from the safety of his car. They were all very attractive, sure, except perhaps for the weirdo in a skirt, but he still wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do… He was a hero, right? Heroes didn’t sleep with whores, right? But then again, they all looked too thin to be healthy, like they couldn’t afford a decent meal…
But that wasn’t the issue, wasn’t it? The real issue was that he was a virgin, and he was scared, and he was still confused about his orientation and wanted to finally know for sure, and was also curious. Hell, he was 23 and still virgin, despite what all the rumours said about him. Of course he was curious!
‘Well, curiosity killed the cat.’ He thought before inhaling deeply and leaving his car. Praying for his steps to show determination, he made his way towards two men standing in the dim light of a lamppost.
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The man looked in his early twenties, blond and well-shaped. He had handsome features, as far as Arthur could see. That didn’t spark his interest as much as his fine tailored coat, which spoke of wealth. They hadn’t seen that in a while and it was worth making some efforts. Francis, who had apparently thought the same thing, spoke up with a disgustingly sweet voice as soon as the man was within voice-range, popping out a rose from seemingly nowhere.
“Bonjour, mon cher. What shall we do for you?”
The man just stared at them both before turning pink and mumbling something incoherent. Arthur raised an eyebrow. Was he shy? Now that was rare. Francis just smiled a feral grin and leaned in to murmur something in the stranger’s ear, which made him turn a glowing red and splutter.
“I just… ah… I just want one of you for a night!” He ended up stuttering lamely.
Both of them rose an eyebrow and exchanged a look. A night? A full night? The Frenchman grinned and leaned even more flirtatiously against the customer.
“My my, mon petit lapin, you seem like you have a lot in mind…” he dragged a sensual finger down the man’s cheek and wiggled his eyebrows. “All you can make me do to you in a full night’s time~” he purred, somehow making in sound extremely perverted. And arousing. Arthur had to admire Francis’ technique, even though it was low and degrading and French.
The man went even redder at that and wiggled uneasily. Aaah! Although it had been a long time, Arthur could still recognize that look anywhere. They were the best costumers and like hell if he’d let that frog take him! He hadn’t had a job in a while and it was his turn, dammit!
So he stepped up and furrowed his impressive eyebrows.
“Back up Francis, I’m taking this customer.”
Both of them stared at him, momentarily taken aback. The man’s eyes went from him to the other whore, and he sighed. “You want someone sane or you want the frog?”
“I… I’ll take you.”
Savouring his small victory, Arthur grabbed his hand and pulled him with him towards the stranger’s car. Upon inspection of the vehicle, he really felt like he had hit Jack Pot. A red Mustang! He was going to make quite a load of money, if his instincts didn’t fail him…
They both climbed in the car in silence. The man didn’t start the car right away, instead breathing deeply while clenching and unclenching his hands around the steering wheel. Arthur resisted the urge to chuckle fondly, rolling his eyes instead. “Where are we going?”
That seemed to snap him out of it. “I rented a motel room…” The man started. He turned around. “My name is Alfred.”
Arthur fixed him with a serious gaze. “I don’t want to know your name.”
Alfred rubbed the back of his head. “ahah, yeah, I guess not…”
“It’ll be ____$* for the night.” He interrupted him.
“Oh yeah, of course.” He fumbled around for his wallet, before dropping the bills into Arthur’s outstretched hand. He stared at it pensively.
“You’re a virgin.” It was a statement. Alfred looked at him, startled. “How do you know?”
“Easy. You too nervous. That usually means either that you want to murder me, or that it’s your first time. But a murderer wouldn’t buy a full nigh; everybody knows that you buy the services, not the time. Even if one did, to give himself enough time to commit his crime, nobody would pay in advance, that’s just stupid.” He concluded before giving the bills back to Alfred, who took them wide-eyed.
Arthur turned to look out the window. “Looks like I’ll have a lot to teach you.” He grumbled. He didn’t tell him that he had asked nearly twice the price for what he’d probably be asked to do; there was no need for the other to know that. He felt a smirk tug at his lips as the car started to move. Yep, the best customers indeed.
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*Haha I have no idea so I just skipped having to bullshit a price. Hope you’ll forgive me.
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Virgin Alfred is cute...
Twice the price? Arthur, you are evil XD
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Virgin!Alfred! Oh, how cute~ I always have a soft spot for virgins in fanfics so adding it in was such a lovely bonus! I can't wait to see more, anon! Thanks again!!
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Two hours later found them sitting at the edge of a bed in a very crappy motel staring ackwardly at the wall. Arthur sighed in irritation. He tried everything, dammit! But the little fuck was too scared for penetration (He could understand not wanting to bottom, but not wanting ARTHUR to because he was afraid to hurt HIM? Please, he was a professional!), too misophobe for the blowjob ("don't put your mouth there! It's not sanitary!") and had chickened out in the middle of the handjob!
"Are you even gay?" he spat at him, irritated.
Alfred, who had not spoken for thirty minutes, seemed to shrink into himself. "I-I'm sorry! I know it's stupid and everything but I just can't do it!"
The 'professional' sighed. "What's so scary about it? I just don't undestand." He slipped his hand suavely on the other's thight in a last effort and whispered in his ear "I think perhaps you're afraid to like it~"
Alfred pulled away, cringing. "Of course I'm not! That would just be stupid!" he rubbed his ear, willing the shivers to die down. "Besides, a hero is never afraid!"
Arthur moved back, completely losing the seductive voice and returning to his annoyed tone from before. "Then what?"
Alfred balled his fists. "It just doesn't seem right! You're supposed to do it with someone you love, right?"
"Then why did you come here?" was the sarcastic retort. Really, that kid and his idealistic behaviour was starting to grate on his nerves...
"I just... every one else had done it already... And I wanted to know was it was like... and I was also lonely, a little..." he added in a softer voice.
The british man 'tsk'-ed. "Seems we found the problem. Don't do it to imitate others or out of curiousity, you idiot. You need to do it for yourself, because you really want it."
Alfred, flushed brught red at beiing called an idiot by someone he didn't even know, spat right back "look who's talking!"
Every muscle on Arthur's body seemed to tense for a moment and he seemed on the verge of retorting before he seemed to completely deflate. He fisted the fabric of his pants and looked away.
Alfred, sensing that he had maybe crossed whatever line existed between a prostitude and his customer, fidgeted for a moment, at a loss for what to say. before he could think of something suitable, though Arthur was getting up and putting his coat on.
"Well if we're finished here, I'd like to go and catch some other customers before the night is over," he said in a flat voice that made the young boy flinch. How could he be this calm and business-like about this? He was about to get the hell fucked out of him by whatever nut would pick him up next and he just treated this like everyday business!
Although, he thought with a pang of guilt, it was everyday business for the other man. He knew that he shouldn't get involved, but as he watched the britishman prepare to leave (and his rids shifting underneath that fishnet shirt, and those too pointy elbows and too pale face), he thought that, maybe, there was something that he could do, and just because that went against some prostitute-customer interaction code simply wasn't a good enough reason not to do it.
And so, in a split second, he made a decision.
"Hey!," he called. "Don't go yet. I hired you for the night, didn't I?"
As Arthur turned back, enormous brows raised, he put on his biggest hero grin. "How about a burger?"
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When Arthur entered the dilapidated building that housed the whores of the district again, it was early in the morning and for the first time in months, his body wasn't aching. He tip-toed by Francis' room, not wanting to wake him up and be subjected to a barrage of quieries by only one in the business who seemed to like his job (creep).
Carefully, he pushed aside the door to his room. The sun hasn't risen yet but he didn't need light to see -
Suddenly the light was opened and a very angry Peter was sitting on his bed, staring him down.
He sighed. "Peter, what ar-"
"Where were you and what have they done to you? This is way past the hour they're supposed to bring you back, you jerk!"
He frowned heavily and massaged his temples. Already the accusations? "Oh, don't be a child, Peter! This was a special case-"
"I DUN WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU DO WITH THESE CREEPS, YOU JERK! I HATE YOU!" Screamed his little brother before kicking him in the shin and running off into the hallway.
"Remember who puts bread on the table!" he screamed after him, and probably would have said more if a few angry and sleepy voices hadn't answered him from the other rooms and told him to keep it down. With an impressive scowl he retreated to his own room and sank to the floor.
Dammit, that brat always made him so angry! who did he think he was, anyway? If it hadn't been for Arthur making all of those sacrifices, working his soul out, he wouls have been dying in the street! But nooo- the kid had to be difficult! Didn't he see that Arthur didn't like the situation either? Didn't he see that he was working double just to ensure that the brat could stay with him in the district building?
With an heartbreaking sigh, he buried his face in his hands. His life sucked.
And that night, for the first time, he had told his name to a customer, in front of a burger in a McDo. Althought he had told him no more, little did he know that he had made a very strong impression on Alfred.
Strong enough to keep him coming back.
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This looks promising, I loved Alfred's awkwardness, it was so cute. I can't wait to see the rest~
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Keep going, please? *puppy eyes
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