How to leave the closet (110/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 23:57:58 UTC
"…so I don't think it'll work out. I.. I am really sorry if you're disappointed in me, I just…" Arthur drew in a heavy mouthful of air. Francis was watching him with bored eyes from the other side of the desk. The way he occasionally looked at his nails to make sure they were completely clean, and the way he swayed in his chair as if he was about to fall asleep made Arthur wonder if he even cared for him telling him all this. It was as if the Frenchman had read his mind from the second he entered the office, and from then on just had let Arthur dig his own grave.
Arthur did feel bad. No matter how much Alfred had tried pursuing him that Francis really wasn't interested in him, the less he had believed in it. Francis had treated him so nicely, and all he had done in exchange was to hook up with his son. What kind of man had he turned into?
But Francis really seemed not to care. He was taking it all too well. As Arthur's throat clenched and wouldn't allow another word to be spoken, Francis rose to his feet and shrugged. "Well, I guess that's life." Arthur followed him with his eyes as he walked around the room, heading for a bottle of wine neatly placed in the window sill.
"…it's okay if you're angry, I will understand."
"I am not," Francis quickly answered and popped the bottle open. He got two glasses, filled one and offered it to Arthur. He smiled slightly. "You'll still be coming to my birthday, right?"
"Uh, sure…" Arthur accepted the glass stunned. Francis was taking this.. surprisingly light-hearted. Of course he hadn't told him all the details - he had just made it clear to him that he wasn't going to begin a relationship with his own chief, that he was confused and that he didn't believe it could work out between them, though Francis was a nice guy and all. The more important stuff - the so called details - about Alfred and the fight they had just had an hour earlier, all that he left out.
Francis poured himself a glass of wine and raised it with a sight. "It's probably for the best. You're right. A chief shouldn't be having an affair with one of his employed." Arthur raised his glass as well.
"We can still be friends, I suppose."
"Arthur, please, that's a cliché."
"I mean it."
"I know." Francis took a sip of the wine before placing the glass back onto the table. Arthur wondered if he was supposed to do or say something, but Francis took over and got up once again, slipping around the desk to give him a hug that he accepted. A kiss was left lightly on his left cheek. "I will look forward to seeing you at my party. You do remember where I live, right?"
"Y-yes, I do."
"Good." Arthur placed his glass down onto the table and fiddled with his tie. An unsure smile rested upon his lips. "So… you're really not… angry?"
"No, no," Francis shook his head and waved with a hand, "no, things like these happen. I am just glad you told me so soon. Okay?" Arthur nodded.
"Yes, I guess.."
"Good. Now, back to work?" Arthur got up. He wanted to say something more, but Francis had already pulled forward a book and was taking a look at some pictures. He'd better be quiet, slipped out of the room as discreetly as possible and closed the door behind with a soft click. Down the hallway he could see Alfred standing, watching him with care. Arthur slipped a hand through his hair. The blond sloped his head to the side and raised his brows, and Arthur showed him a thumb up. It made Alfred grin and clap his hands together above his head before he turned around and disappeared for the elevator.
"Is that young love?" Arthur plunged his hands into the pockets of his trousers and looked down at his black work-shoes. He felt weird. This morning he'd come to office, feeling sick from worry. And now he was standing in the hallway, dating the guy of his dreams and without having some fascinated Frenchman on his back, nagging him for sex. Why didn't he feel more relieved? He should!
"I just need a beer, and everything will be alright, I am sure."
How to leave the closet (111/?)
anonymous
June 6 2010, 23:59:05 UTC
Arthur did take a beer. Two. Three. And somehow he ended up on the floor, grinning like an idiot until the bartender leaned in across his giggling frame.
"Do you have someone I can call?" Skip half an hour forward in time, and Arthur was sitting in the passenger seat next to Alfred, freeing himself of the tie he had been wearing all day.
"Do you remember the last time I was in this car?" Arthur asked and grabbed around the cd-player. There was no cd in it, but he liked playing with the volume anyway. Alfred snickered and turned around a corner.
"Yeah, you hated my patriotic car."
"I don't anymore."
"That's because you're drunk, old man." Arthur leaned in to rest his cheek at Alfred's shoulder while he was driving. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm not…" he mumbled.
"Why didn't you call me? I thought we had just made up. If you're to get drunk just before the party, at least drag me down with you."
"Party?"
"Birthday party. It's tomorrow. Didn't you say daddy still wanted for you to show up?"
"Crap…" Right. The birthday party. How could he forget it was tomorrow? He hadn't even bought a gift! Alfred must've read his thoughts, for he hushed and speeded up at the red light.
"Matthew has bought him a car he likes. I'll join him, so you can just give him the gift I had bought for him."
"What is it?"
"Tickets for a trip to France."
"I don't have that kind of money."
"Never mind." Alfred's fingers calmly slipped into Arthur's hair and started massaging his scalp. Alfred flashed him a smile though he couldn't see it with his eyes closed. "We're dating, right? We help each other out!"
"You sound like a comic character," Arthur mumbled and turned his head to snuggle his nose into Alfred's shirt. It smelled like fries and tobacco. Apparently, he had been seeing Matthew recently - it wasn't regular tobacco, that was for sure.
As they'd ended their conversation at his office, Alfred had talked him into ending things with Francis immediately which he had done. They'd both been sure it would take off some of the stress that Arthur was feeling. But now, with alcohol flowing through his veins, Arthur couldn't remember why he had ever felt stressed. Here he was, sitting next to a guy with a car and with a smile and with a cock. Not some vagina. No, a cock. And he felt comfortable about it, something he wouldn't have done just a month prior to this evening. It was an amazing, bubbling glee that started to spread through his body as he realised this, and as Alfred parked the car out in front of his apartment, Arthur's arms snuck around his body and he kissed his neck lovingly.
"I don't want to go to no party tomorrow," Arthur slurred. Alfred pulled out the car-keys and slipped them into his jacket. He turned to face Arthur and smiled.
"It's just one party. When it's over, you never have to go back to the old man's house."
"Hmm…" Arthur kissed his chin. Alfred pulled back and kicked the door open. He dragged Arthur out of the car, the Englishman's arms still wrapped cosily around him. He practically had to carry him up the steps, the weight of the tumbling Arthur slowing him down. It was as if everything had been turned around 180. U-turn. Earlier Arthur ran from him and the building. Now he wouldn't leave him. His lips closed around his Adam's apple and followed it as it bobbed from a gasp.
"Arthur, please - I am trying to concentrate." Alfred smiled a smile of patience. Arthur chuckled and dug his nose deep into the hem of his shirt.
"I am too."
"On what?"
"Being drunk and happy." Alfred snorted. He leaned Arthur against the wall while roaming through his pockets for the key to his apartment. As he found it, he unlocked the door, grabbed Arthur and dragged him inside. He hesitated for a second, looking straight into the eyes of some new unicorn-wonder hanging from the ceiling. Or maybe it was an old one. With all the stuff Arthur had piled up in the little space he had, everything was possible.
How to leave the closet (112/?)
anonymous
June 7 2010, 00:01:22 UTC
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Mhm, naughty-naughty." Arthur grabbed Alfred's arms and grinned. Alfred smiled and pushed Arthur towards a door he guessed lead into the bedroom.
"No, I just need you to get under the covers and get some sleep before tomorrow."
"Why sleep?"
"Because you're drunk and you need to be awake and clearheaded tomorrow."Alfred opened the door. Wrong. Bathroom. He tried the next one and found the bed. He pushed Arthur down to sit at the edge of his bed and raised his brows at him. "Can you undress yourself?"
"I am no baby." Arthur pulled off his socks and shirt. He rose to his feet as he was to undo his pants, eyed Alfred and slowly wriggled free of them. He tried being sexy, tripped and fell, failing harshly at looking good. Alfred, however, just laughed and pulled him up by the arm. He was a child, still so young and bubbly and not judgemental. It hit Arthur that he would probably have some good drunken times with the blond.
His ex-wife never liked him drinking. She would always preach about being a good, sober man and coming home after work. But that was no fun. That kind of life belonged to some man in his eighties, not thirties. Or twenties, as he had been as they were still together.
In a few seconds he wondered where she had ended up at. Was she married, had she found someone new, was she pregnant? Was she enjoying life, hating life?
But all these thoughts only passed through his mind in a flash of sanity, then he was pushed back onto the bed, now only wearing his underwear. Alfred grabbed a blanket and put it over him, neatly wrapping it around his body.
"I need you to sleep," he whispered close to his ear and kissed his cheek. It was too little. Too… French. Arthur grabbed Alfred by his cheeks as he tried to straighten up again, and he pulled him down for another kiss. On the mouth. Alfred complied with his wishes, moving his lips across his in the best way he knew, sloppy, loud. As he opened his mouth to breath, Arthur took advantage of the situation and slipped his tongue in to meet Alfred's in a wet battle for dominance. Which he won. Must to his own satisfaction.
"Mhmm, Alfred…" The tips of Arthur's fingers brushed down Alfred's cheeks, neck, back. He dragged him down on top of him so he could feel the other's weight press him back down into the mattress. It felt good. The other's rough heartbeat, ragged breath as he pulled back, shy gasp as he bit a piece of flashed skin. Then… cold as he disappeared.
"Not now," Alfred pressed a kiss to his forehead. Arthur blinked confused. Hadn't he just been on top of him? How did he get off of him without getting off first, so to speak? How could he say no to him willingly offering himself? Alfred's lips formed a smile against his lips as he kissed him shortly. "We… we just talked about strength and staying strong for each other, right? That's what I am doing now."
"Because I am drunk?" Arthur asked in a mumble. Alfred grinned.
"Yeah, and because you're an old and fragile man." Arthur snorted. Fingers slipped through his hair. "Sleep well, Arthur. I'll see you tomorrow." As his footsteps went for the door, Arthur sat up and looked blurry after him.
"Alfred!" The younger stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him. Arthur looked down and grabbed around his blanket. "I-erh.. I appreciate it. Really. Not now, but tomorrow I will." He thought he heard Alfred laugh.
"I know," he said, "I know. Sleep tight." Alfred went out and closed the door. Arthur fell back down and closed his eyes. And he did sleep tight.
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Note: Short chapter because I am in the middle of my exams =u=;; Wow, it's work.
Anyway, apologize for the lack of action here. Next to chapters will be filled with humour and drama. And the next chapter will be up before this month ends - that's a promise!
Thanks for reading and commenting, you ppl rock my world =u= (/is beated for being such a pathetic emotional writer)
Arthur did feel bad. No matter how much Alfred had tried pursuing him that Francis really wasn't interested in him, the less he had believed in it. Francis had treated him so nicely, and all he had done in exchange was to hook up with his son. What kind of man had he turned into?
But Francis really seemed not to care. He was taking it all too well. As Arthur's throat clenched and wouldn't allow another word to be spoken, Francis rose to his feet and shrugged. "Well, I guess that's life." Arthur followed him with his eyes as he walked around the room, heading for a bottle of wine neatly placed in the window sill.
"…it's okay if you're angry, I will understand."
"I am not," Francis quickly answered and popped the bottle open. He got two glasses, filled one and offered it to Arthur. He smiled slightly. "You'll still be coming to my birthday, right?"
"Uh, sure…" Arthur accepted the glass stunned. Francis was taking this.. surprisingly light-hearted. Of course he hadn't told him all the details - he had just made it clear to him that he wasn't going to begin a relationship with his own chief, that he was confused and that he didn't believe it could work out between them, though Francis was a nice guy and all. The more important stuff - the so called details - about Alfred and the fight they had just had an hour earlier, all that he left out.
Francis poured himself a glass of wine and raised it with a sight. "It's probably for the best. You're right. A chief shouldn't be having an affair with one of his employed." Arthur raised his glass as well.
"We can still be friends, I suppose."
"Arthur, please, that's a cliché."
"I mean it."
"I know." Francis took a sip of the wine before placing the glass back onto the table. Arthur wondered if he was supposed to do or say something, but Francis took over and got up once again, slipping around the desk to give him a hug that he accepted. A kiss was left lightly on his left cheek. "I will look forward to seeing you at my party. You do remember where I live, right?"
"Y-yes, I do."
"Good." Arthur placed his glass down onto the table and fiddled with his tie. An unsure smile rested upon his lips. "So… you're really not… angry?"
"No, no," Francis shook his head and waved with a hand, "no, things like these happen. I am just glad you told me so soon. Okay?" Arthur nodded.
"Yes, I guess.."
"Good. Now, back to work?" Arthur got up. He wanted to say something more, but Francis had already pulled forward a book and was taking a look at some pictures. He'd better be quiet, slipped out of the room as discreetly as possible and closed the door behind with a soft click. Down the hallway he could see Alfred standing, watching him with care. Arthur slipped a hand through his hair. The blond sloped his head to the side and raised his brows, and Arthur showed him a thumb up. It made Alfred grin and clap his hands together above his head before he turned around and disappeared for the elevator.
"Is that young love?" Arthur plunged his hands into the pockets of his trousers and looked down at his black work-shoes. He felt weird. This morning he'd come to office, feeling sick from worry. And now he was standing in the hallway, dating the guy of his dreams and without having some fascinated Frenchman on his back, nagging him for sex. Why didn't he feel more relieved? He should!
"I just need a beer, and everything will be alright, I am sure."
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"Do you have someone I can call?" Skip half an hour forward in time, and Arthur was sitting in the passenger seat next to Alfred, freeing himself of the tie he had been wearing all day.
"Do you remember the last time I was in this car?" Arthur asked and grabbed around the cd-player. There was no cd in it, but he liked playing with the volume anyway. Alfred snickered and turned around a corner.
"Yeah, you hated my patriotic car."
"I don't anymore."
"That's because you're drunk, old man." Arthur leaned in to rest his cheek at Alfred's shoulder while he was driving. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm not…" he mumbled.
"Why didn't you call me? I thought we had just made up. If you're to get drunk just before the party, at least drag me down with you."
"Party?"
"Birthday party. It's tomorrow. Didn't you say daddy still wanted for you to show up?"
"Crap…" Right. The birthday party. How could he forget it was tomorrow? He hadn't even bought a gift! Alfred must've read his thoughts, for he hushed and speeded up at the red light.
"Matthew has bought him a car he likes. I'll join him, so you can just give him the gift I had bought for him."
"What is it?"
"Tickets for a trip to France."
"I don't have that kind of money."
"Never mind." Alfred's fingers calmly slipped into Arthur's hair and started massaging his scalp. Alfred flashed him a smile though he couldn't see it with his eyes closed. "We're dating, right? We help each other out!"
"You sound like a comic character," Arthur mumbled and turned his head to snuggle his nose into Alfred's shirt. It smelled like fries and tobacco. Apparently, he had been seeing Matthew recently - it wasn't regular tobacco, that was for sure.
As they'd ended their conversation at his office, Alfred had talked him into ending things with Francis immediately which he had done. They'd both been sure it would take off some of the stress that Arthur was feeling. But now, with alcohol flowing through his veins, Arthur couldn't remember why he had ever felt stressed. Here he was, sitting next to a guy with a car and with a smile and with a cock. Not some vagina. No, a cock. And he felt comfortable about it, something he wouldn't have done just a month prior to this evening. It was an amazing, bubbling glee that started to spread through his body as he realised this, and as Alfred parked the car out in front of his apartment, Arthur's arms snuck around his body and he kissed his neck lovingly.
"I don't want to go to no party tomorrow," Arthur slurred. Alfred pulled out the car-keys and slipped them into his jacket. He turned to face Arthur and smiled.
"It's just one party. When it's over, you never have to go back to the old man's house."
"Hmm…" Arthur kissed his chin. Alfred pulled back and kicked the door open. He dragged Arthur out of the car, the Englishman's arms still wrapped cosily around him. He practically had to carry him up the steps, the weight of the tumbling Arthur slowing him down. It was as if everything had been turned around 180. U-turn. Earlier Arthur ran from him and the building. Now he wouldn't leave him. His lips closed around his Adam's apple and followed it as it bobbed from a gasp.
"Arthur, please - I am trying to concentrate." Alfred smiled a smile of patience. Arthur chuckled and dug his nose deep into the hem of his shirt.
"I am too."
"On what?"
"Being drunk and happy." Alfred snorted. He leaned Arthur against the wall while roaming through his pockets for the key to his apartment. As he found it, he unlocked the door, grabbed Arthur and dragged him inside. He hesitated for a second, looking straight into the eyes of some new unicorn-wonder hanging from the ceiling. Or maybe it was an old one. With all the stuff Arthur had piled up in the little space he had, everything was possible.
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"Mhm, naughty-naughty." Arthur grabbed Alfred's arms and grinned. Alfred smiled and pushed Arthur towards a door he guessed lead into the bedroom.
"No, I just need you to get under the covers and get some sleep before tomorrow."
"Why sleep?"
"Because you're drunk and you need to be awake and clearheaded tomorrow."Alfred opened the door. Wrong. Bathroom. He tried the next one and found the bed. He pushed Arthur down to sit at the edge of his bed and raised his brows at him. "Can you undress yourself?"
"I am no baby." Arthur pulled off his socks and shirt. He rose to his feet as he was to undo his pants, eyed Alfred and slowly wriggled free of them. He tried being sexy, tripped and fell, failing harshly at looking good. Alfred, however, just laughed and pulled him up by the arm. He was a child, still so young and bubbly and not judgemental. It hit Arthur that he would probably have some good drunken times with the blond.
His ex-wife never liked him drinking. She would always preach about being a good, sober man and coming home after work. But that was no fun. That kind of life belonged to some man in his eighties, not thirties. Or twenties, as he had been as they were still together.
In a few seconds he wondered where she had ended up at. Was she married, had she found someone new, was she pregnant? Was she enjoying life, hating life?
But all these thoughts only passed through his mind in a flash of sanity, then he was pushed back onto the bed, now only wearing his underwear. Alfred grabbed a blanket and put it over him, neatly wrapping it around his body.
"I need you to sleep," he whispered close to his ear and kissed his cheek. It was too little. Too… French. Arthur grabbed Alfred by his cheeks as he tried to straighten up again, and he pulled him down for another kiss. On the mouth. Alfred complied with his wishes, moving his lips across his in the best way he knew, sloppy, loud. As he opened his mouth to breath, Arthur took advantage of the situation and slipped his tongue in to meet Alfred's in a wet battle for dominance. Which he won. Must to his own satisfaction.
"Mhmm, Alfred…" The tips of Arthur's fingers brushed down Alfred's cheeks, neck, back. He dragged him down on top of him so he could feel the other's weight press him back down into the mattress. It felt good. The other's rough heartbeat, ragged breath as he pulled back, shy gasp as he bit a piece of flashed skin. Then… cold as he disappeared.
"Not now," Alfred pressed a kiss to his forehead. Arthur blinked confused. Hadn't he just been on top of him? How did he get off of him without getting off first, so to speak? How could he say no to him willingly offering himself? Alfred's lips formed a smile against his lips as he kissed him shortly. "We… we just talked about strength and staying strong for each other, right? That's what I am doing now."
"Because I am drunk?" Arthur asked in a mumble. Alfred grinned.
"Yeah, and because you're an old and fragile man." Arthur snorted. Fingers slipped through his hair. "Sleep well, Arthur. I'll see you tomorrow." As his footsteps went for the door, Arthur sat up and looked blurry after him.
"Alfred!" The younger stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him. Arthur looked down and grabbed around his blanket. "I-erh.. I appreciate it. Really. Not now, but tomorrow I will." He thought he heard Alfred laugh.
"I know," he said, "I know. Sleep tight." Alfred went out and closed the door. Arthur fell back down and closed his eyes. And he did sleep tight.
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Note: Short chapter because I am in the middle of my exams =u=;; Wow, it's work.
Anyway, apologize for the lack of action here. Next to chapters will be filled with humour and drama. And the next chapter will be up before this month ends - that's a promise!
Thanks for reading and commenting, you ppl rock my world =u= (/is beated for being such a pathetic emotional writer)
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Really liked this chapter <3
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Glad you liked the chapter <3
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Francis took the break-up thing really well. Almost [i]too[/i] well... I'm suspicious. >.>
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For some reason. I'm expecting something from Francis =w= Let's hope my institution's wrong -laughs-
Alfred holding back is very much way too cute <3 Now he's not only about sex but being sincere, ish cute <3
And I love your promise of the next chapters with humour and drama x3 I wish to see Gilbert again if possible <3
-Uses mega potion on Author!Anon- We love your fic so don't beat up yourself OAO
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Good luck on your exams, it's lovely to see an update, and return to us when you can. :)
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