Watching you (10/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 10:12:45 UTC
Arthur was a bunch of expensive clothes thrown randomly onto a body way too ghostly white. I felt like an idiot in my bomber jacket and old jeans and worn-out shoes with yellow laces. Arthur took a long, hard look at them after I'd smiled him a friendly, "Hello!" He didn't answer. From a pocket in his blue jacket he withdrew a mirror and started looking at himself with a grave look in his eyes. He could've been the perfect mortician.
We'd agreed to meet in the park. I found it somewhat romantic. Arthur found it discreet, or so he'd told me over the phone. "I don't want to go to burger bars or sticky cinemas. We do what I want to do." I'd just accepted. It wasn't like my charm only worked at so-called 'sticky' places.
So here we were, in the heath, underneath a big oak, looking at each other. Or, I was looking at him, who was looking at himself. So we were both looking at him, to be more accurate. Awkward.
"Is something wrong?" I finally asked and sloped my head to the side. I thought it looked cute. Arthur didn't look, he just put the mirror away and sighed towards the sky.
"Why couldn't you wear some more… formal clothes." I shrugged.
"I always wear this. It's comfortable."
"And really embarrassing. I can't walk around with you looking like that." He watched me from the corners of his eyes, a pout resting on his lips. I raised my brows and grinned.
"So, whatcha sayin'? I should go around looking like you, covered in some snobbish guy's craft?"
"It's fashion." I placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"What about your skin? It's screaming for sun! You look sick." He growled and freed himself from my hand.
"It's fashionable to be white this year."
"What?" I blinked. He withdrew a chequered hat from his bag and put it on. It shadowed most of his face. "So… skin is fashion too?" He nodded. "What if someone said: "Today tan is hot!" - what would you do?"
"Run to the nearest solarium." I laughed. Even he couldn't help but smile slightly. He looked down. "Let's… not discuss this, okay? It's not like it's easy…" I know - you probably also want to know how it can't be easy, but I didn't have the guts to ask him. He seemed down, and I much rather wanted him to smile and enjoy my company, so I swung an arm around his - expensive - shoulders and beamed.
Watching you (11/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 10:14:26 UTC
Two hours later I found myself staring at some blobs of paint crossing a wall while I wondered. Not about the meaning of life or if those blobs meant something special or if the artist had had some weird grass in his backyard that made him want to paint such horror. No, I wondered if this was a memory that would pass my eyes by when I was lying on my deathbed. I really doubted it.
Arthur had went to take a piss - with his words: he'd gone for a tinkle. I snickered at the thought of him in front of the urinal, holding his cock with two fingers while fixing a monocle with the other hand. I really didn't get him. Neither did I get his choice of activity.
I threw a look around. The art museum mostly captured old people who tried to forget they were nearing their death with each step they took towards a new painting. There was a few teenagers who'd run into the gallery to be cooled off. The air conditioner in here was the greatest hit. Then there was those two young, delicious women wearing short skirts and big boobs. Oh yes, they were wearing those boobs well. I slowly turned around, suddenly interested in the painting in front of them. My eyes slid across the landscape. Then down their hair. Down to their ass. Nice. I smiled a little and started swaying from heel to toe and back again, enjoying the gallery.
One of them noticed me. She turned around and winked at me. I saluted and made her giggle. She poked her friend's shoulder. She turned around as well and did boob-jiggle. This guy's look bring all the girls to the yard, and they're like 'let's get it on'!
Arthur was like 'let's get you out of here'. I hadn't even noticed him. He suddenly came from behind, grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the room. I blinked and looked at him with a stunned smile.
"Oh, you're done?"
"No, but you are. What were you doing?"
"Flirting." He stopped and looked back at the girls. They were staring at us. One of them pointed at Arthur and waved. Arthur's cheeks went completely red, and he pulled me so hard that I almost tripped and fell.
"You're making people notice us. Stop doing that!"
"I am? You're the one wearing expensive clothes. Everyone's looking at you, not me." He raised a brow at me and stopped in the hall. I sighed. "You haven't noticed?" Apparently he had not. He started to look around. It was true. People weren't just staring at us for running around like idiots, dragging each other by the arm. That was quite a common sight around here with the college being close by. And the gay community wasn't really shy either. But some guy wearing Louis Vuitton like it's bought at Walmart, he gets noticed.
"Fuck…" Arthur looked honestly shocked. So shocked I felt sorry for him. "I mean, this is just what I am used to wear.."
"Yeah, at your neighbourhood I am sure it's not a seldom sight. But if you really want today to be kept a secret, you need some new clothes."
"Where can I get the clothes the man in the street would wear?" I patted his back.
"I'll show you."
*
The real problem was that Arthur wasn't used to hanging around normal guys. I quickly realised that his world had some kind of standards that you should live up to, and if you couldn't, you would be made fun of. Therefore he couldn't bring me into his world. If any of his friends saw him wandering around with someone like me, he would be the topic of the day, a mere joke. But on the other hand he didn't fit into any of the places I normally went to. We had hardly stepped into the mall before his confidence faded away, and he stumbled awkwardly by my side, his eyes big and scared. He was like a baby. Lost.
"How should I behave?" he asked me with ragged breath.
"Behave?" I looked at him. He had by own free will taken a hold of my arm, and was about to break it. He gave it a tug.
Watching you (12/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 10:16:11 UTC
"So long?" He silenced. I tried smiling. "Don't worry. I'll help you, okay? Come, this is a great shop." I dragged him into a random shop with clothes for men. It was a mix of suits and ties and t-shirts and jeans. Arthur wasn't keen on looking at any of the garments. I figured he didn't know how expensive stuff he was allowed to wear to fit in, so I left him at the entrance while picking out some shirts and a pair of baggy jeans. He needed new shoes as well. I found some dusty, red sneakers and dumped it all in his arms. "Go try it."
"I am not sure.. Red?" He was looking at the sneakers. I gave him a push towards the cubicle. "Aren't anyone going to help us?" He glared towards the counter. Some lazy teen chewing gum was having a hard time turning the next page in his comic. I chuckled.
"Don't count on it. Don't worry, I am helping you, right?"
"Right.." He went in. I could hear him rustle with his own clothes behind the curtain. I felt a need to take a peek. Apparently, he had guessed my actions as he sneered, "Don't you dare looking before I tell you to!"
"Ne-e-ever planned on doing so," I lied and started strolling around the room, looking at some shirts I would've liked for myself. I could always get my brother to buy them for me.
Truth to be told, I was supposed to be the hockey-star of our family, but as I was granted a membership of the local club, I was in a rage. I was a kid in the need of independence and doing everything but what my parents wanted me to do, so I told them no. Instead Matthew grabbed the chance and went there, and he quickly showed to have talent. He kept playing hockey. I kept being an idiot. I can't count on two hands how many times I stole cigarettes and beer from my parents and ran out to look cool with the girls in the wood. It probably damaged my brain which is why I never got a normal education or job. There's nothing common about being an investigator. I make money and chicks, I am fine with it, but Matthew feels like he took advantage of my raging-period, so he always tries to make it up to me by giving me stuff. I like it. He'll never tell me no.
"Alfred?" I snapped out of my awe for a Star Wars shirt and went to the cubicle. "I think the pants are too big."
"What? It's extra small."
"But they're…" he hesitated, "it's like there's room for another pair of legs in these pants."
"They're baggy jeans. They're supposed to be big. Come on, let me see." I drew the curtain aside and stared at Arthur. He was shyly looking at himself in the mirror, turning around like a woman to check out his ass. You couldn't see it in the jeans, just like his skinniness was hidden behind the large hoodie. But damn he looked hot.
"It's perfect," I told him and meant it, nodding my head while making a sound of approval. He blushed annoyed and pushed me out of the cubicle.
"I am not going anywhere looking like this. It looks like I am trying to be Eddie Murphy in 'Trading Places'." I laughed.
"Rather the other way around. You're Dan Aykroyd."
"True." We looked at each other. I slowly grinned. He did too. And suddenly he couldn't hold back his laughter. "If Francis ever saw me like this…" He shook his head.
"Maybe he would find it hot."
"Maybe he would nominate me for 'Naff boyfriend of the year'."
"What, such thing exist?"
"Welcome to my world." He raised a brow. "Anyway, can I walk around in this?" He straightened up. I nodded.
"Yeah, we look the same now." He rolled his eyes as if he was expressing how sorry he felt for himself. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the cubicle. "We'll get a bag for your other clothes."
Watching you (13/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 10:19:30 UTC
"Fine." We paid for the new clothes and got a plastic bag for his old. I could tell he felt it was odd, walking around with his pretty stuff in a bag of plastic. Just walking was odd for him. He wasn't used to having so much room for his crotch, I could tell, and he kept looking down as if he was afraid he would stumble. But at the same time I couldn't help but notice the smile on his lips. He seemed satisfied, and though it surprised me, it pleased me as well.
I could make a rich kid satisfied with a pair of baggy jeans? I was SO heading in the right direction. Talking about jeans - he did say he could fit one more person into them, right? I stopped to tie my shoelaces - after having untied them, that is - and took an extra look on the ass I couldn't see. Yes, I could most definitely fit in there.
--- Note: ;__; YOU'RE SO CUTE. Thanks for reading and commenting :D I really didn't thought anyone wouldv'e stayed with this after such a long break.. It means a lot to me!
Yes, Arthur had a background story, and it's cute 8D I promise! Can't wait 'til I get to it.. Until then, enjoy the summer! (I am melting)
Re: Watching you (13/?)
anonymous
June 8 2010, 10:21:18 UTC
-Grinning like mad- Oh Alfred.... Oh Alfred Alfred =w= -laughs and shakes head in defeat- He's like villain here lol, poor Arthur wonder how he would react if he knows what Alfred got in mind.
Well, he probably do? Normally, that's it. But not right now that he's over sensitive to his surroundings as well as his clothes xD -Pats Arthur- You're so cute =w=
We'd agreed to meet in the park. I found it somewhat romantic. Arthur found it discreet, or so he'd told me over the phone. "I don't want to go to burger bars or sticky cinemas. We do what I want to do." I'd just accepted. It wasn't like my charm only worked at so-called 'sticky' places.
So here we were, in the heath, underneath a big oak, looking at each other. Or, I was looking at him, who was looking at himself. So we were both looking at him, to be more accurate. Awkward.
"Is something wrong?" I finally asked and sloped my head to the side. I thought it looked cute. Arthur didn't look, he just put the mirror away and sighed towards the sky.
"Why couldn't you wear some more… formal clothes." I shrugged.
"I always wear this. It's comfortable."
"And really embarrassing. I can't walk around with you looking like that." He watched me from the corners of his eyes, a pout resting on his lips. I raised my brows and grinned.
"So, whatcha sayin'? I should go around looking like you, covered in some snobbish guy's craft?"
"It's fashion." I placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"What about your skin? It's screaming for sun! You look sick." He growled and freed himself from my hand.
"It's fashionable to be white this year."
"What?" I blinked. He withdrew a chequered hat from his bag and put it on. It shadowed most of his face. "So… skin is fashion too?" He nodded. "What if someone said: "Today tan is hot!" - what would you do?"
"Run to the nearest solarium." I laughed. Even he couldn't help but smile slightly. He looked down. "Let's… not discuss this, okay? It's not like it's easy…" I know - you probably also want to know how it can't be easy, but I didn't have the guts to ask him. He seemed down, and I much rather wanted him to smile and enjoy my company, so I swung an arm around his - expensive - shoulders and beamed.
"What do you want to do, then?"
*
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Arthur had went to take a piss - with his words: he'd gone for a tinkle. I snickered at the thought of him in front of the urinal, holding his cock with two fingers while fixing a monocle with the other hand. I really didn't get him. Neither did I get his choice of activity.
I threw a look around. The art museum mostly captured old people who tried to forget they were nearing their death with each step they took towards a new painting. There was a few teenagers who'd run into the gallery to be cooled off. The air conditioner in here was the greatest hit. Then there was those two young, delicious women wearing short skirts and big boobs. Oh yes, they were wearing those boobs well. I slowly turned around, suddenly interested in the painting in front of them. My eyes slid across the landscape. Then down their hair. Down to their ass. Nice. I smiled a little and started swaying from heel to toe and back again, enjoying the gallery.
One of them noticed me. She turned around and winked at me. I saluted and made her giggle. She poked her friend's shoulder. She turned around as well and did boob-jiggle. This guy's look bring all the girls to the yard, and they're like 'let's get it on'!
Arthur was like 'let's get you out of here'. I hadn't even noticed him. He suddenly came from behind, grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the room. I blinked and looked at him with a stunned smile.
"Oh, you're done?"
"No, but you are. What were you doing?"
"Flirting." He stopped and looked back at the girls. They were staring at us. One of them pointed at Arthur and waved. Arthur's cheeks went completely red, and he pulled me so hard that I almost tripped and fell.
"You're making people notice us. Stop doing that!"
"I am? You're the one wearing expensive clothes. Everyone's looking at you, not me." He raised a brow at me and stopped in the hall. I sighed. "You haven't noticed?" Apparently he had not. He started to look around. It was true. People weren't just staring at us for running around like idiots, dragging each other by the arm. That was quite a common sight around here with the college being close by. And the gay community wasn't really shy either. But some guy wearing Louis Vuitton like it's bought at Walmart, he gets noticed.
"Fuck…" Arthur looked honestly shocked. So shocked I felt sorry for him. "I mean, this is just what I am used to wear.."
"Yeah, at your neighbourhood I am sure it's not a seldom sight. But if you really want today to be kept a secret, you need some new clothes."
"Where can I get the clothes the man in the street would wear?" I patted his back.
"I'll show you."
*
The real problem was that Arthur wasn't used to hanging around normal guys. I quickly realised that his world had some kind of standards that you should live up to, and if you couldn't, you would be made fun of. Therefore he couldn't bring me into his world. If any of his friends saw him wandering around with someone like me, he would be the topic of the day, a mere joke. But on the other hand he didn't fit into any of the places I normally went to. We had hardly stepped into the mall before his confidence faded away, and he stumbled awkwardly by my side, his eyes big and scared. He was like a baby. Lost.
"How should I behave?" he asked me with ragged breath.
"Behave?" I looked at him. He had by own free will taken a hold of my arm, and was about to break it. He gave it a tug.
"What should I say? It's been so long…"
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"I am not sure.. Red?" He was looking at the sneakers. I gave him a push towards the cubicle. "Aren't anyone going to help us?" He glared towards the counter. Some lazy teen chewing gum was having a hard time turning the next page in his comic. I chuckled.
"Don't count on it. Don't worry, I am helping you, right?"
"Right.." He went in. I could hear him rustle with his own clothes behind the curtain. I felt a need to take a peek. Apparently, he had guessed my actions as he sneered, "Don't you dare looking before I tell you to!"
"Ne-e-ever planned on doing so," I lied and started strolling around the room, looking at some shirts I would've liked for myself. I could always get my brother to buy them for me.
Truth to be told, I was supposed to be the hockey-star of our family, but as I was granted a membership of the local club, I was in a rage. I was a kid in the need of independence and doing everything but what my parents wanted me to do, so I told them no. Instead Matthew grabbed the chance and went there, and he quickly showed to have talent. He kept playing hockey. I kept being an idiot. I can't count on two hands how many times I stole cigarettes and beer from my parents and ran out to look cool with the girls in the wood. It probably damaged my brain which is why I never got a normal education or job. There's nothing common about being an investigator. I make money and chicks, I am fine with it, but Matthew feels like he took advantage of my raging-period, so he always tries to make it up to me by giving me stuff. I like it. He'll never tell me no.
"Alfred?" I snapped out of my awe for a Star Wars shirt and went to the cubicle. "I think the pants are too big."
"What? It's extra small."
"But they're…" he hesitated, "it's like there's room for another pair of legs in these pants."
"They're baggy jeans. They're supposed to be big. Come on, let me see." I drew the curtain aside and stared at Arthur. He was shyly looking at himself in the mirror, turning around like a woman to check out his ass. You couldn't see it in the jeans, just like his skinniness was hidden behind the large hoodie. But damn he looked hot.
"It's perfect," I told him and meant it, nodding my head while making a sound of approval. He blushed annoyed and pushed me out of the cubicle.
"I am not going anywhere looking like this. It looks like I am trying to be Eddie Murphy in 'Trading Places'." I laughed.
"Rather the other way around. You're Dan Aykroyd."
"True." We looked at each other. I slowly grinned. He did too. And suddenly he couldn't hold back his laughter. "If Francis ever saw me like this…" He shook his head.
"Maybe he would find it hot."
"Maybe he would nominate me for 'Naff boyfriend of the year'."
"What, such thing exist?"
"Welcome to my world." He raised a brow. "Anyway, can I walk around in this?" He straightened up. I nodded.
"Yeah, we look the same now." He rolled his eyes as if he was expressing how sorry he felt for himself. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the cubicle. "We'll get a bag for your other clothes."
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I could make a rich kid satisfied with a pair of baggy jeans? I was SO heading in the right direction. Talking about jeans - he did say he could fit one more person into them, right? I stopped to tie my shoelaces - after having untied them, that is - and took an extra look on the ass I couldn't see. Yes, I could most definitely fit in there.
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Note: ;__; YOU'RE SO CUTE. Thanks for reading and commenting :D I really didn't thought anyone wouldv'e stayed with this after such a long break.. It means a lot to me!
Yes, Arthur had a background story, and it's cute 8D I promise! Can't wait 'til I get to it.. Until then, enjoy the summer! (I am melting)
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Oh Artie, so cuute. ♥
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Oh those two~ Arthur being cute ♥ And Alfred perving on it ♥
Hahaha~
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Well, he probably do? Normally, that's it. But not right now that he's over sensitive to his surroundings as well as his clothes xD -Pats Arthur- You're so cute =w=
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