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.
"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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