Somewhere Else I Love You [1a/?]
anonymous
July 12 2010, 03:55:10 UTC
I really should not be writing this -has way to many other stories to finish-, but it's been bothering me. Oh my, this is going to be a fail...I know it. *** Alfred wasn’t sure exactly how to but his relationship with Arthur into words. Politically, it was forced, no matter how much they tried to stop everything, it happened anyway. Just because they argued like an old married couple, did not exactly mean they wanted to be an old married couple. Their whole ordeal was not even that of an alliance…no, because that would have been easier.
However the political title summed it up. They had a Special Relationship, and it indeed was very special. The fact that relationship in the title, got Francis on their tail. Arthur could try to tell him off but Francis knew “a relationship and there was no denying this one.”
Alfred would have laughed at the blush on Arthur’s cheeks as he tried to pound Francis into the floor, if Francis had gotten to him either. Of course it was never around Arthur, thank God. He would annoy Alfred with the fact that this was a pretty out there relationship, so they could hold hands and things of that sort.
Francis must have talked with the Englishman in private as well, because there were times they stared at the other’s hand after watching some young couple go by swinging their locked hands. So they tried it, it was nice. Arthur had the blush Alfred loved.
Eventually the patterns of a loving relationship fell into place, and they were in love. Arthur denied every waking minute of it to Francis, but damn the man was quiet fond of cuddling when he got the chance.
Francis started his magic again, wanting to know how the smaller blonde was in bed. Alfred blushed like crazy, and told Francis to just about fuck off. Then Alfred started to wonder, and his dreams started supplying some answers for him. It wasn’t long till things would get heated and they would start down the road, before realizing what they were doing.
Arthur had tried to just get the whole thing over with, but in the end he never exactly got over the fact that he was going to be doing it with someone who actually loved him. Neither of them were virgins, Arthur had a long history of sex and Alfred had some one-night stands himself. No matter how many times they tried or stumbled into it, it ended the same way.
Arthur’s third button from last, Alfred heavily attacked to Englishman’s neck, green eyes in a lusty haze, and…Oh God! Arthur would some how managed to knock him out of his haze, and rush to the opposite side of the bed. Tonight was no different.
Somewhere Else I Love You [1b/?]
anonymous
July 12 2010, 03:57:28 UTC
“Arthur?” He questioned, after they had had their staring contest had gone on a little longer than usual.
Arthur flourished, a lot more than he usually did. His blonde hair even more of a mess, his cheeks reddened with the usual blush, and his pale skin peeking out from the opening Alfred had worked. “I-I-We-I,” he stumbled with his words, blushing even more, pulling his shirt closed.
“Ah…yeah…” Alfred wasn’t sure what to say, the “we” had thrown him for a loop. “You can use the shower first.” He blurts out awkwardly.
For once Arthur shakes his head, causing Alfred to blink at him. The fragile fingers working the last three buttons, and sliding his shirt off. He was as red as red can get, peeking up at Alfred as he slowly grew closer. “I think…I think…we should just go through with this.”
Alfred felt his cheeks burn as Arthur tired to make it easier for the both of them. Key word being tried, if anything he made them blush like crazy. Arthur was gently working on getting Alfred’s blue t-shirt off when Alfred all but tackled him on to the mattress, attacking his mouth with an unforgiving manner.
Arthur moaned as Alfred pressed him down, still tugging at the t-shirt. Alfred grew some what annoyed and ripped it off, throwing it to the side. It didn’t take Arthur long to trickle his fingers now the newly exposed skin for him to play with, as Alfred nibbled at the base of his neck.
Fingers found pant buttons, and zippers as well. Arthur stiffened, gently pushing at Alfred’s built chest. Alfred took him by the mouth again; gently taking one of the pale hands and helping it wander to where it needed. He, himself, stiffened a bit as Arthur shoved his pants off, and Alfred worked off the other. Pants meet the floor soon enough.
They stopped; this was the farthest they had ever gotten. Their hips meet some what accidently, Arthur moaned into Alfred’s shoulder, while Alfred did it breathlessly in his ear. Alfred blushed as he pulled the waistband of Arthur’s underwear, causing the older blonde to gasp. They were at his ankles when Alfred got a face full of decorated pillow.
Arthur shoved him off, scrambling for some other pillow and covering his waist quickly, his face screaming red. Arthur gripped the pillow, glaring down at it.
Somewhere Else I Love You [1c/?]
anonymous
July 12 2010, 04:00:32 UTC
“Arthur?” Alfred questioned, not making any sort of movement towards the other man. Arthur blushed, muttering something towards the pillow. “What?” Alfred asked confused, and green eyes avoid him as Arthur looked up.
He pouted slightly, before speaking with more volume. “Get the lube,” he glancing at Alfred and blushing. Alfred nodded, clambering over to the nightstand and having an argument with the drawer. “Take off you’re boxers, while you’re at it.”
Alfred looked at him and laughed, “why?”
“So I’m not the only one, git!” Arthur snapped at him, looking at the curtains blocking the window’s view.
Alfred chuckled, quickly whipping of his boxers, like doing it any slower would cause him to die. He glanced at Arthur who was glaring at the pillow again, and playfully kissed his temple, earning a grunt for the old man. The American smiled as he shyly shoved the pillow away, causing his lover to scowl a bit.
He squeezed some of the lube of his hand, before noticing the Englishman was watching him, spreading his legs, but ready to pull them back at any second. Both blushed, finding it hard to find something to look at. Eventually his fingers found what the need and Arthur made a strangled sound, like he wasn’t expecting it, but knew it all to well.
First one finger, then two, and the Englishman gasped and the feeling, twisting and trying to find some other place to look beside’s Alfred’s blue eyes. Shortly after the second, the third finger joined in, Arthur gripped what he could find, cringing before some moan wiggled out of his mouth. The play continued for a little while longer.
Eventually Alfred withdrew, leaving Arthur to let out some whine, shameless or not, he wasn’t sure. He reached for the lube again, before Arthur snatched it away from him.
“You did me…” he said shakily, “I can return the favor.”
Return the favor or not, Alfred was sure Arthur just wanted to be able to touch him. The older squeezed some out of his hand, warming up as best he could before biting his lip and wrapping his hands around Alfred. Immediately, Alfred’s forehead fell on his shoulder, gasping at the still different temperature and feeling.
“Ready?”
“If I said no, would it change anything,” Arthur said glancing at Alfred helplessly from below his brows.
Somewhere Else I Love You [1d/?]
anonymous
July 12 2010, 04:04:54 UTC
A pause, “maybe,” he said pressing into the tight heat, biting Arthur’s shoulder. The older grunted in discomfort, struggling for breath.
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, before Alfred bravely pulled out only to push back in. Arthur chocked on a slight sob as Alfred released his shoulder and peeked at his cheeks. Somewhere in a strangled breath, Alfred got the command to move again, and he did. He tried to no end to get the older to suddenly give a cry of…
“Yes, again.” Alfred quickly followed the order, causing a similar reaction.
Suddenly it was like the shyness and concern was thrown out the window, because Arthur was a moaning mess doing all but begging, and Alfred was more than ready to take it all for himself. Thrust after thrust and the two could hardly produce a well pronounced word, and yet they understood. Understood all to well.
“Al’red…” Arthur gasped, gripping Alfred’s back tightly. When had he latched on to begin with? He struggled with his language, his accent slurring everything ten times more, at least Alfred could figure what was his name from it all. Yet his back arched and he spilled everywhere, and it didn’t take Alfred long to read that atmosphere.
“Fuck!” He muttered, burring his face in a pillow, as he came not to much longer, a complete victim to the tightness of when Arthur came. “Arthur!”
They collapsed in a sweaty mess of bodies and panting. Nothing compared to that, Alfred was sure of that. He buried himself in Arthur’s neck, feeling the raging pulse and gasping breaths.
“Lov’ you,” he gasped out, earning a small chuckle that tangled with a gasp as he gently pulled out of Arthur.
“Love you, too,” Arthur panted, not fighting the embrace, like said earlier, Arthur could cuddle if he so choice to. “Good night.”
“G’night.” Alfred said as he toppled into a light sleep.
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“Mm, tomorrow’s Thursday,” eyes lazily drifted to the pile of clothes, then back to the man who was licking him clean. “It would be lovely to have you be a prisoner again, but you have been more attentive to my needs. I suppose you could be the Captain as a small treat. How does that sound?”
Somewhere Else I Love You [1e/?]
anonymous
July 12 2010, 04:10:42 UTC
“If it so pleases you, than I shall not argue,” the man said after he finishes cleaning the other. “I want what you think is best, Master.”
The other smiles, tugging the man by his collar to his lips, hungrily kissing him. “Good dog,” the other draws out with a smirk. “Now get out of here,” he said flatly. The smaller man followed his orders the quickest he could. *** Okay, time to admit, I've never really written porn. Read it, but never really written it. I've written implied stuff where I build, build, build and then kinda beat around the bush. -blushes- I feel like it's a fail, and for that I must apologize OP.
Anyway the moment after I read the request, I was like imaging all the stuff that could happen in this story...-blushes-. Okay it was really the Thursday thing that started it all. I'll explain later...but yeah. This is totally not the best you can get but I needed to get it out.
O.M.G. This OP is so happy that you filled. ;; Don't worry... you don't need to be sorry, that smut is awesome and basically everything is. This OP is curious on how you will done the other world~ This OP will wait and camp here for the next update. -Prepares the camp-
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Alfred wasn’t sure exactly how to but his relationship with Arthur into words. Politically, it was forced, no matter how much they tried to stop everything, it happened anyway. Just because they argued like an old married couple, did not exactly mean they wanted to be an old married couple. Their whole ordeal was not even that of an alliance…no, because that would have been easier.
However the political title summed it up. They had a Special Relationship, and it indeed was very special. The fact that relationship in the title, got Francis on their tail. Arthur could try to tell him off but Francis knew “a relationship and there was no denying this one.”
Alfred would have laughed at the blush on Arthur’s cheeks as he tried to pound Francis into the floor, if Francis had gotten to him either. Of course it was never around Arthur, thank God. He would annoy Alfred with the fact that this was a pretty out there relationship, so they could hold hands and things of that sort.
Francis must have talked with the Englishman in private as well, because there were times they stared at the other’s hand after watching some young couple go by swinging their locked hands. So they tried it, it was nice. Arthur had the blush Alfred loved.
Eventually the patterns of a loving relationship fell into place, and they were in love. Arthur denied every waking minute of it to Francis, but damn the man was quiet fond of cuddling when he got the chance.
Francis started his magic again, wanting to know how the smaller blonde was in bed. Alfred blushed like crazy, and told Francis to just about fuck off. Then Alfred started to wonder, and his dreams started supplying some answers for him. It wasn’t long till things would get heated and they would start down the road, before realizing what they were doing.
Arthur had tried to just get the whole thing over with, but in the end he never exactly got over the fact that he was going to be doing it with someone who actually loved him. Neither of them were virgins, Arthur had a long history of sex and Alfred had some one-night stands himself. No matter how many times they tried or stumbled into it, it ended the same way.
Arthur’s third button from last, Alfred heavily attacked to Englishman’s neck, green eyes in a lusty haze, and…Oh God! Arthur would some how managed to knock him out of his haze, and rush to the opposite side of the bed. Tonight was no different.
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Arthur flourished, a lot more than he usually did. His blonde hair even more of a mess, his cheeks reddened with the usual blush, and his pale skin peeking out from the opening Alfred had worked. “I-I-We-I,” he stumbled with his words, blushing even more, pulling his shirt closed.
“Ah…yeah…” Alfred wasn’t sure what to say, the “we” had thrown him for a loop. “You can use the shower first.” He blurts out awkwardly.
For once Arthur shakes his head, causing Alfred to blink at him. The fragile fingers working the last three buttons, and sliding his shirt off. He was as red as red can get, peeking up at Alfred as he slowly grew closer. “I think…I think…we should just go through with this.”
Alfred felt his cheeks burn as Arthur tired to make it easier for the both of them. Key word being tried, if anything he made them blush like crazy. Arthur was gently working on getting Alfred’s blue t-shirt off when Alfred all but tackled him on to the mattress, attacking his mouth with an unforgiving manner.
Arthur moaned as Alfred pressed him down, still tugging at the t-shirt. Alfred grew some what annoyed and ripped it off, throwing it to the side. It didn’t take Arthur long to trickle his fingers now the newly exposed skin for him to play with, as Alfred nibbled at the base of his neck.
Fingers found pant buttons, and zippers as well. Arthur stiffened, gently pushing at Alfred’s built chest. Alfred took him by the mouth again; gently taking one of the pale hands and helping it wander to where it needed. He, himself, stiffened a bit as Arthur shoved his pants off, and Alfred worked off the other. Pants meet the floor soon enough.
They stopped; this was the farthest they had ever gotten. Their hips meet some what accidently, Arthur moaned into Alfred’s shoulder, while Alfred did it breathlessly in his ear. Alfred blushed as he pulled the waistband of Arthur’s underwear, causing the older blonde to gasp. They were at his ankles when Alfred got a face full of decorated pillow.
Arthur shoved him off, scrambling for some other pillow and covering his waist quickly, his face screaming red. Arthur gripped the pillow, glaring down at it.
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He pouted slightly, before speaking with more volume. “Get the lube,” he glancing at Alfred and blushing. Alfred nodded, clambering over to the nightstand and having an argument with the drawer. “Take off you’re boxers, while you’re at it.”
Alfred looked at him and laughed, “why?”
“So I’m not the only one, git!” Arthur snapped at him, looking at the curtains blocking the window’s view.
Alfred chuckled, quickly whipping of his boxers, like doing it any slower would cause him to die. He glanced at Arthur who was glaring at the pillow again, and playfully kissed his temple, earning a grunt for the old man. The American smiled as he shyly shoved the pillow away, causing his lover to scowl a bit.
He squeezed some of the lube of his hand, before noticing the Englishman was watching him, spreading his legs, but ready to pull them back at any second. Both blushed, finding it hard to find something to look at. Eventually his fingers found what the need and Arthur made a strangled sound, like he wasn’t expecting it, but knew it all to well.
First one finger, then two, and the Englishman gasped and the feeling, twisting and trying to find some other place to look beside’s Alfred’s blue eyes. Shortly after the second, the third finger joined in, Arthur gripped what he could find, cringing before some moan wiggled out of his mouth. The play continued for a little while longer.
Eventually Alfred withdrew, leaving Arthur to let out some whine, shameless or not, he wasn’t sure. He reached for the lube again, before Arthur snatched it away from him.
“You did me…” he said shakily, “I can return the favor.”
Return the favor or not, Alfred was sure Arthur just wanted to be able to touch him. The older squeezed some out of his hand, warming up as best he could before biting his lip and wrapping his hands around Alfred. Immediately, Alfred’s forehead fell on his shoulder, gasping at the still different temperature and feeling.
“Ready?”
“If I said no, would it change anything,” Arthur said glancing at Alfred helplessly from below his brows.
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They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, before Alfred bravely pulled out only to push back in. Arthur chocked on a slight sob as Alfred released his shoulder and peeked at his cheeks. Somewhere in a strangled breath, Alfred got the command to move again, and he did. He tried to no end to get the older to suddenly give a cry of…
“Yes, again.” Alfred quickly followed the order, causing a similar reaction.
Suddenly it was like the shyness and concern was thrown out the window, because Arthur was a moaning mess doing all but begging, and Alfred was more than ready to take it all for himself. Thrust after thrust and the two could hardly produce a well pronounced word, and yet they understood. Understood all to well.
“Al’red…” Arthur gasped, gripping Alfred’s back tightly. When had he latched on to begin with? He struggled with his language, his accent slurring everything ten times more, at least Alfred could figure what was his name from it all. Yet his back arched and he spilled everywhere, and it didn’t take Alfred long to read that atmosphere.
“Fuck!” He muttered, burring his face in a pillow, as he came not to much longer, a complete victim to the tightness of when Arthur came. “Arthur!”
They collapsed in a sweaty mess of bodies and panting. Nothing compared to that, Alfred was sure of that. He buried himself in Arthur’s neck, feeling the raging pulse and gasping breaths.
“Lov’ you,” he gasped out, earning a small chuckle that tangled with a gasp as he gently pulled out of Arthur.
“Love you, too,” Arthur panted, not fighting the embrace, like said earlier, Arthur could cuddle if he so choice to. “Good night.”
“G’night.” Alfred said as he toppled into a light sleep.
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“Mm, tomorrow’s Thursday,” eyes lazily drifted to the pile of clothes, then back to the man who was licking him clean. “It would be lovely to have you be a prisoner again, but you have been more attentive to my needs. I suppose you could be the Captain as a small treat. How does that sound?”
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The other smiles, tugging the man by his collar to his lips, hungrily kissing him. “Good dog,” the other draws out with a smirk. “Now get out of here,” he said flatly. The smaller man followed his orders the quickest he could.
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Okay, time to admit, I've never really written porn. Read it, but never really written it. I've written implied stuff where I build, build, build and then kinda beat around the bush. -blushes- I feel like it's a fail, and for that I must apologize OP.
Anyway the moment after I read the request, I was like imaging all the stuff that could happen in this story...-blushes-. Okay it was really the Thursday thing that started it all. I'll explain later...but yeah. This is totally not the best you can get but I needed to get it out.
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EPIC title~
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This OP know who you are.
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