Exposé (1/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 00:38:11 UTC
Yo! As promised... this! Sorry but the first three parts are kinda super fluffy I promise I'll get to the good stuff soon! Well... I hope this is good stuff too. Please enjoy?
He pushed up his sleeve again and glanced at his wristwatch. It was five minutes past when they were suppose to meet, still a bit early for Alfred to show up, but that did not stop Ivan’s fingers from fidgeting with the end of his scarf. These dates of Alfred’s and his still made him feel nervous. Well, being around Alfred still made him feel nervous, in a butterflies in his stomach and heart leaping in his chest way.
Really though. He wished Alfred would be on time once. It would keep his appearance much neater, preventing his fingers from combing through his hair, and his shirt free from the wrinkles that come from trying to smooth it flat a hundred times, and his flower more pristine from not being moved all across the table into the perfect position a dozen more times.
He checked his watch again and wiggled in his chair. The metal work of the lawn chair certainly added to the cutesy, romantic date feel of the café, but the chair was not quite made for someone of his… birth, and in the end the handles of the seat were digging into his hips. He squirmed a bit more and picked up his glass, taking a measured sip of the ice water before replacing it in the condensation ring on the white table clothe.
“Hey there big guy!”
Ivan looked up and was almost blinded by the walking ball of sunshine coming towards him. He stood almost all the way up, before having to push the metal chair back down and free his hips from the furniture’s evil grasp. Straightening up, “Hello, Alfred.”
Ivan squished down that familiar jump of his heart.
“Hope you weren’t waiting too long.” Alfred beamed at him.
“No. Not long.” Ivan picked up the sunshine rose (sitting within easy range) and handed it to Alfred, “For you.”
Alfred took the flower with a smile that Ivan had learned was his child-on-Christmas-morning smile with a touch of sentimental to it. “Thanks.”
Ivan welcomed the caterpillar metamorphism in his digestive system that came with the kiss on his cheek.
“You are welcome.” And he hoped he was not blushing too badly, or his pleasure was not too obvious by the smile that was hurting his cheeks in a good way. A very good way.
“So have you ordered yet? This place has really good cake! Oh! And they make these really good lemonade drinks, that are like kinda fruity but still really yummy. Also I saw this really cool dog on the way over here! It was all furry and there big cheeks that went like this.” Alfred demonstrated just what the dog’s cheeks looked like with his hands.
“Very cool.” Ivan listened to Alfred, but mostly watched him, hands moving as he explained the difference between punker rock old ladies and badass ones. Apparently, differentiated by the number of leather clothing they still owned and wore.
Alfred was so animated; always moving even he had to stop to finally breathe.
It was between breaths that their waitress finally made it over to introduce herself. A perky Linda informed them that the establishment had several specials not on the menu that they might be interested and proceeded to rattle each off with a brief description and her own short commentary on each dish. Well… informed them might be a bit of an over statement, since she was staring at Alfred the entire time. Also she might consider purchasing eyes drops for how often she was fluttering her eyes. This way she could remove what ever was causing the unsightly muscle spasm.
Ivan was surprised when she finally looked towards him, looking mildly offended?
“Ivan.” There was a sudden flair of discomfort in his shin.
“Ow…” Hmm… He must have said that last part out loud.
Alfred gave one of his charming smiles and apologized, requesting his fruity lemonade and all seemed forgiven. The waitress scribbled down Ivan’s order, mint tea, and reassured Alfred their drinks would be out in just a minute, before flittering off to supposedly make them.
“Don’t be mean.” Alfred bopped him on the shoulder, such small tables were excellent for intimacy, though might be less practical functionally. “She seems nice.” Alfred shrugged and stole Ivan’s water.
Exposé (2/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 00:46:49 UTC
Ivan pouted, sticking out his lower lip, and tried to imitate a kicked puppy, though he doubted he did it very well because Alfred looked away almost as soon as he started his impression. Were table clothes really that interesting? Or maybe he should not try impressions? “That is because she was not making flirty eyes at your boyfriend while he bantered back charmingly.” He found Alfred’s hand across the table and twisted their fingers together.
“I was not… I was just being friendly.”
Ivan sighed, “Alfred fails to comprehend his own powers of seduction. Woe is me.” and squeezed.
Now Alfred was doing his own impersonation of a puppy, and it was much better than Ivan’s for sure. He had to look away, ah… roof shingles…
Ivan felt the gentle compression of his fingers, before he heard the screech of metal on concrete, “Hey. Don’t be like that, c’mon.” Alfred was much closer, adjacent to him instead of across the small table.
Sighing again, this time more drawn out than needed, “I suppose I can forgive Alfred for being incredibly dashing and appealing to all who cross his path. I fell for his spell after all.” Ivan inched his own chair around the circumference of the table so the were essentially sitting beside each other.
Alfred was smiling again and rambling about some other minor adventure he had taken the day before, hands moving and countenance shining.
But why did the gloomy rain cloud of a server have to come back, even if it was with their beverages. Well she was not precisely a rain cloud, but she might have been one standing over Ivan. Alfred greeted her, thanking her cordially as she carefully places each beverage in front of its respective owner. Chirping a squeaky, “May I take your order?” in her nasally pitch. She was not even that pretty, with her poorly done concealer, and disproportionately small nose. Ivan huffed. And why was Alfred so happy to banter on with her about the different choices of cake? Ivan gave two quick squeezes of their interlocked hands but received no response. Pouting, not sulking, he scooted his chair over until metal rang against each other.
Stupid waitress, go away. He was not glaring, just staring very intently. Maybe her head would combust? It would be better than her nasty hairstyle anyway. Ivan wrapped his arm around Alfred’s waist, it was awkward, but better hold on, or this bitch was going to steal his man.
Maybe if he could set her up with someone else, she would back off? Ivan knew this lovely metal pipe that would be thrilled to meet this whore.
Or better yet, maybe he could just shove his tongue down Alfred’s throat, swipe everything off the table and start claiming his territory? If that is not a ‘back off, mine’ warning, Ivan was not sure he knew what was. Though he might get in trouble for that one… As long as there’s no annoying waitress, he would not mind some trouble. ….Mmmm trouble. That could be fun.
But now it seemed like it was his turn to order, “Chocolate cake please.” Now shoo.
Ivan glared, pleased with every step she took towards the door overshadowed by the bright butter colored awning.
“Jeeze Ivan, I though she was going to keel over. What’s with the glaring?”
“I am not glaring,” he mumbled.
Alfred rolled his eyes, “Sure babe,” and pressed his lips to Ivan’s cheek.
Okay. The kiss might have calmed him down a bit. Ivan turned, wanting another. Alfred’s kisses were like candy, except without the chance of bellyaches or cavities from eating too many.
A dozen or so yummy candy kisses later Ivan was feeling the sugar rush and smiling again. Stupid waitress was not going to ruin his date, and Alfred did not seem to mind the tiny circles he was drawing on his back.
Ivan did not even glare at the waitress when she brought five plates with warm desserts sitting on them to the table. Though he might have sent a quick one after he told her they did not need anything else, but she insisted upon asking Alfred again. Shoo, shoo you annoying fly, and leave my treat alone.
“Looks good.” Alfred unraveled his silverware slipped the napkin into his lap.
“Da. It does.” Ivan collected his own fork and cut a piece of chocolate goodness with the side of the spear. Forking it he offered a bit to Alfred. “Would you like to try some?”
Exposé (3/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 00:52:44 UTC
Alfred, who was already through his first cake nodded eagerly, swallowing his mouthful and leaning forward. Ivan held the fork for him as Alfred slid his lips over the prongs. His tongue flipping out to catch any crumbs on his lips, but missing the ones tucked in the corner of his mouth.
Ivan smiled and Alfred chewed. “It’s good! What’s it called? I’ll have to get that next time. Oh, do you wanna try mine?”
“Please?”
Alfred set about gathering a piece for Ivan to taste. “Here ya go.” He held the fork out for Ivan.
“Actually…” Ivan leaned past the fork and licked the pastry remnants from Alfred’s face.
He savored the taste on his tongue, closing his eyes and enjoying it the way France might enjoy a particularly good vintage of wine.
“Delicious.” The desserts were good, but the soft redness clinging to the tips of Alfred’s ears were an even better treat to his eyes.
Alfred swallowed down the bite that Ivan had passed. “Jeeze I can’t believe you.” But that pleased smile was tagging his lips again.
The waitress was back again, and Alfred was inhaling the rest of his treats. “Anything else I can get for you?”
“Just the check please.” And this time Ivan was able to give her a genuine smile as she deposited a black folder on the table, with a promise to take it whenever they were ready.
Beside him, Alfred let out a content sigh and patted his stomach. “That was good. We should come here again soon.”
“Maybe.” Ivan removed a few American bills from his wallet and left them in the little envelope. “Ready?” He pushed his chair back, wiggling his hips free again.
“Yup! Let’s go!” Alfred hopped from his chair, and tucked his hand into Ivan’s. He led the way dragging them along, stopping occasionally at the windows that littered the street to point out something or comment about another. They spent a good twenty minutes in front of a pet shop antagonizing some poor puppy until it collapsed, chest heaving from playing tag with the strangers on the other side of the window.
Ivan smiled all the way, watching Alfred make silly faces at a baby next to them, whose mother waited beside them at the cross walk. Smiling and exchanging a few words with Alfred as they crossed the street before the two parted.
Alfred laughed fondness tickling his voice. “Today’s been awesome!”
“Da. Indeed.” Ivan returned the smile. “Wait a moment Alfred. This way.” He pulled him by the hand down a side street and into the gab between two buildings.
“Huh? What’s down here? It kinda smells funky.”
Ivan pulled him against him. “Why is Alfred so cute?”
“Hey! I’m not cute. I’m awesome!”
“Da. Very awesome.” And then they kissed, sweet and fragile, like the flower cradled between Alfred’s fingers and palm. But the flick of Ivan’s tongue and the parting of Alfred’s lips as his arms looped around Ivan’s neck edged it away from that fairy tale bliss.
Ivan’s hands slid lower to two firm, round globes and squeezed. His leg ducked between Alfred’s, leading him back against the wall.
Alfred broke the firm press of their lips with a few short ragged breaths, but Ivan did not mind, using his lips to tease the space exposed by the fold of his shirt instead. The shirt that was slowly ridding up over his wrists as he explored the skin hidden beneath it.
Alfred laughed awkwardly, “W-woah there, cowboy. Calm down.”
“How can I when I am with Alfred?” Ivan asked, before pressing back and attending the skin that was turning a lovely red hue.
“No. No seriously… can we take this home?”
“Mmm I do not think I can wait that long.” Ivan’s hands dipped into the back of Alfred’s jeans.
Alfred pushed at his chest, “Ivan. No seriously, let’s wrap it up and take it home. I don’t wanna do this here.”
Ivan leaned back observing Alfred. He was flushed and almost aroused, he could tell from the small protrusion against his leg. But there was something else, discomfort. Alfred really did not wish to continue. Not here anyway.
“Alright.” Ivan removed his hands and stepped back, giving Alfred space like a spooked animal.
Alfred grinned, still uneasy but calmer. “Thanks.” He twisted their fingers together and gave Ivan a caste kiss to the cheek. “Let’s get home and do it right, yeah?”
Ivan nodded and let Alfred rush them the rest of the way back to his house.
Re: Exposé (3/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 03:13:26 UTC
I do hope that their held up and that Ivan gets insanely jealous... I love your Ivan his still his old possessive self but also not rapetruck kolkolkolz Ima eat you literally way more the childish possessive who knows how to get it X3 I also enjoyed reading his inner comments on shooing the waitress.
Re: Exposé (3/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 03:21:44 UTC
This is shaping up to be an awesome fill. I love your Ivan because I <3 the "Yeah, no he's definitely TAKEN. *pointed glare*" possessiveness but not the "MINE KOLKOLKOL MINE KOLKOLKOL *beats everyone to death with pipe*" possessiveness. You've struck a nice, balance - believable, definitely present, but not crazy. Good job anon! *camps out for more*
Re: Exposé (3/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 08:35:48 UTC
Niiiiiiice beginning, anon; I love how Ivan is very possessive, but still loving and perceptive enough to realize when to back off and save the public sexing for later! ;D
Re: Exposé (3/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 21:14:05 UTC
Mmkay, let me just say that it makes me SO HAPPY that Ivan respected Alfred's wish to take it back home instead of just being all "Ooh you say that, but you're hard! I'll just keep going until you stop complaining/admit that you like it~!"
Yeah. God. Thank you so much for that.
Anyways, this fill is absolutely adorable! I can't wait for more! ^^b
Exposé (4/?)
anonymous
September 19 2010, 00:44:53 UTC
Ivan sighed and sipped his drink, using it to mask his awkward shuffling. How did Alfred wear these jeans all the time? They were squeezing his butt and legs too much and riding his crotch uncomfortably. It is not as though he could adjust himself, not with the entire club full of people around.
He wrinkled his nose. The bar girl had promised him that he would enjoy the fruity pink drink, as she blinked her eyes in quick succession. (Did all American females have the same chronic eye ailment?) But he did not care for the diluted beverage, and would prefer having one of the bottles from the self. What was wrong with plain vodka? It was classic, like borscht on winter eves. Ivan tipped the glass to his lips and chugged the corn syrup laden beverage down, licking his lips free of clinging sugar and resting the glass on the bar.
Ivan’s eyes scanned to the floor. A dance club is not the place he would imagine having one of his date with Alfred, but he seemed excited for this new club. Expose, exposé? It was called something like that. He had not really bothered to pay attention as Alfred dragged him past the bouncer and tried to urge him to the dance floor. Ivan, however, was more content to stand by the bar and watch Alfred enjoy the loud music.
Alfred was an excellent dancer. He breathed the rhythm and the beat. Tempo and chorus were like dance patterns that twirled around him. It was a skill that helped him with more than dancing…
It also seemed to be attracting some admirers to him. If that man moved any closer to Alfred, he would practically be humping him. And that was not okay. A dozen glazed eyed girls circling around Alfred like a school of fish around a coral is one thing, but no clown fish is allowed near his sea anemone. …That analogy did not even make sense. But the point was, it was time to intervene.
Except Alfred was looking this way, and now he was walking over.
“Hey there sexy. What are you staring at so intently?” He waved over the bar tender (the one with the eye condition) and asked for a water.
Ivan leaned over; close enough that the music humming in the club could not distort his words. “A very attractive blond, with rather tight pants that fit his bottom half quite well.”
“Oh yeah? Where can I meet this sex bomb?” Alfred grinned a picked up his drink.
“I think you already have.”
“Really? The only one of those I see around here is a hot Russian who looks like he’s never worn skinny jeans in his life.”
Ivan groaned, “That is why I barely fit in these pants? They are… clinging. And not in comfortable places.”
Alfred laughed, and it was music far better than the bass pounding through his bones. He grabbed Ivan’s hand and set down his glass, “C’mon. Let’s break in those jeans. They won’t be so tight after you work them in a bit.”
“But Alfred, I cannot dance.” Not like this. Ivan let himself be dragged to the edge of the dancing area anyway.
“Don’t worry about it, just move.” Alfred started demonstrating, rocking back and forth.
Ivan tried to mimic Alfred, swaying in mirror of him. He did not know what Alfred was talking about though. He felt like he was going to become sterile from this darn denim. Was that even possible? Castration from skinny jeans?
“There ya go, big guy. You’re getting the hang of it already.” Alfred stepped closer, closing the limited gab between them and resting his hands on his hips. “Just listen to the music, it’ll guide you along.”
Exposé (5/?)
anonymous
September 19 2010, 00:45:54 UTC
Ivan was not really sure what to do with his hands, he felt like he should do something with them. He rested them on Alfred’s shoulders, but they felt awkward and heavy. He tried to ignore the feeling and just concentrate on Alfred, the slight sheen clinging to his forehead and neck. Maybe he would get a chance to taste it later. His feet fumbled through their slow dancing, slow for a club anyway. It would be perfectly normal at a high school prom, but he was certain club dancing was suppose to be faster and more… something. Like what Alfred was doing before. Before, when that random cretin tried to molest him. Did he not know that only Ivan was allowed to molest Alfred, on or off the dance floor?
Ivan pulled himself forward and onto Alfred’s lips. Only he was allowed to do this. Alfred just pressed back gently before breaking away and laughing his ecstasy.
“What was that dance you were doing before? The one where you looked like you were ready to be molested?”
Alfred was laughing again, “What do you mean?”
“The one with the others pressing up against you.”
“What grinding? It’s not really a dance per se.” Then Alfred was smirking in his devious way, that promised good things for Ivan. “Do you want to grind with me?”
“Does Alfred want to teach me how?”
“I think you already know how to.” He ended it with a wink, and released Ivan’s waist. He turned his back to him, but pushed up against him, rolling his hips back slowly. Alfred’s hand found perch on the back of Ivan’s neck.
Oh. Ohhh. Yes. This was a dance that Ivan knew. It was also a dance he was very fond of. Though he liked it much better when they were both horizontal, and Alfred was panting under him staring up, instead of in front and looking away.
“Maybe later, big guy.” Alfred chuckled.
Really he must stop speaking so openly. Ah well. “Can it be later now?” Ivan rubbed his thumbs in small little circles on Alfred’s hips.
Alfred hummed, “I don’t know, this now doesn’t really seem like a later. It’s more of a ‘dance with the hottest thing in the room’ now.”
Ivan blew on Alfred’s ear before kissing it. He liked this now too, but he was really looking forward to the other now.
Alfred mumbled something that could have been for his ears or not and tilted his head forward. That seemed like an invitation to Ivan, who readily smothered the salty skin with kisses. He licked his lips at the taste of Alfred, brushing the tip of his tongue against his flushed skin. Ivan might not have noticed the short shiver that slithered down Alfred’s back if he had not been pressed right up against it. It was definitely later now, if the tightening fist in his hair and in his clinging pants were any indication.
With a short tug and a muffled “c’mon,” they were both stumbling off the floor and over each other.
They pushed open the door to the hallway under the lavatory sign, both pausing while their corneas contracted away from the normal lighting. They stumbled a few feet from the door before they simultaneously decided that was plenty of room for any alcohol-bloated patrons who might need to use the hallway to arrive at the advertised destination, and started attacking each other again.
It was hot and wet and the prefect mingle of vodka, rum, and cola. Ivan’s mind buzzed mutely, the part that was not driving him to find more skin, find more contact, more tongue, more kisses, more ALFRED, that he could enjoy that mixed drink.
A frustrated groan hummed against his lips, and Alfred’s were getting farther away, and Ivan let his own displeased grunt out. “Goddamn jacket. Why are you wearing so much?” Ivan’s lips found the underside of Alfred’s jaw instead. “I do not recall choosing this evenings attire.” The offensive material slide off his shoulders until is caught over the bend of his elbows. His own hands splayed over the warm, hot hot hot, skin of Alfred’s back, groping and raking as he arched into him.
Exposé (6/?)
anonymous
September 19 2010, 00:47:18 UTC
Alfred grumbled and abandoned his struggle with the buttons on the front of Ivan’s shirt and pulled Ivan’s scarf, exposing his neck, and lavished his attention there.
Ivan had never inserted his finger into an outlet before, but the blue flash of electricity stunned all the nerves from the small ‘o’ of Alfred’s lips to his head, back down to his toes, and straight up to hardness being ground into Alfred’s thigh. Alfred’s kisses are lightening.
Leather slid over his finger tips. Alfred loved these pants. He said they made his ass look like a grade A FDA approved piece of meat, which Ivan did not really understand. He did know that these pants were getting in the way of his goal, as his knuckles kneaded into that A grade, and his fingers traced that curve between his cheeks.
“F-fuck… Ivan…”
Pop! Went the snap, and Zzzzzz! Went the zipper, giving him enough spaced to trace that same path without a leather dampener.
“Fuck!” was followed by teeth clamping into his neck and Ivan surged forward, hips bucking without his permission and a low moan slipping past his lips. It did not help when gentle kisses and soft licks were placed over the small indentations there.
“AHHHHEM. Sorry to disturb you boys, but could you maybe move a few inches to the left?” It was followed by an almost school girl like giggle.
Alfred looked over Ivan’s shoulder and went red in the ears as three women stared back. The two in the back were laughing with each other, while the one who had clearly addressed the couple smiled knowingly. “You’re blocking the ladies room.” She gave as an explanation.
Looking up, Ivan saw that they were indeed leaning heavily on the door with a small picture of presumably a block woman. Alfred had decided to take refuge in Ivan’s shoulder, and buried his face there.
Ivan swallowed to clear some of the dryness in his mouth, smiled for the ladies, and shuffled Alfred and himself three steps to the left of the doorway.
The girls smiled pleasantly and thanked them, “Hope you’re still here when we get out.” One winked at them and disappeared behind the door. Ivan felt obliged to nod again, and kept smiling.
Ivan looked down at his embarrassed lover and prodded him a few times; unfortunately this prodding was done with the hand that was still in Alfred’s pants, quite close to his anus in fact.
Exposé (7/?)
anonymous
September 19 2010, 00:48:12 UTC
“Would you cut that out?” Alfred snapped, looking up at him. His ears were bright red and the color was leaking across his cheeks. It was a rather adorable picture and Ivan was compelled to kiss his blush, while Alfred groaned.
Ivan removed his offensive hand, instead settling to rub Alfred’s back comfortingly and try to kiss his shame away. Though it was probably the soft rocking of his hips that made Alfred groan again.
“Can we go home? Please? I’ve had enough humiliation for one night.”
He kissed his cheek again, “Da. Let us go home.” and gave Alfred some space, while he righted his own clothing, so it was not obvious what they had been doing. Ivan then attended Alfred’s own appearance before taking his hand and leading him back into the club.
They navigated through the crowd and out the front door. The clean air brushed over them and seemed to relieve some of the tension in Alfred.
Ivan hailed a cab, and opened the door, letting Alfred in first and then following him. He gave concise directions to the cabbie, and observed Alfred as they ducked into the night traffic.
Alfred was cradling his forehead in his hand, so Ivan took it from him and presented a short kiss to it.
“That was sooo embarrassing.” Alfred whined at Ivan.
“It was not too bad.” Ivan slid over to hug his distressed lover. “We will never see them again.”
Alfred groaned, “But stillllll. They’re probably going to go gossip to all their friends about these two hot guys that they saw making out in front of the girls’ restroom door. Oh my gosh! What if they took pictures? Did you see any of them with their cameras out?” He groaned again, “With my luck it will be all over the internet tomorrow and my boss will call me and there will be questions and then Iggy will call and there will be more questions. And then all the world will be asking questions, and at the next meeting they’re going to hang pictures on the bathroom door, so whenever anyone has to go, they’ll all see it, but it won’t matter cause everyone will have seen it al-“
Some times the most affective way to deal with Alfred’s miniature panic attacks was to just kiss them better. Plus they had the extra bonus of getting to kiss Alfred.
“You worry too much. They did not have a camera. They did not take pictures. No one will call, or ask questions.” Ivan punctuated each sentence with a kiss, with seemed to calm Alfred down.
“Y-yeah… I guess.” He leaned into Ivan. “Just no more public make out sessions.”
“…That means we can still have private ones, da?”
“Well duh.” Alfred leaned up and gave him a quick kiss.
Re: Exposé (7/?)
anonymous
September 19 2010, 20:52:06 UTC
Poor Ivan. Just when it was going good the ladies had to interrupt you.
I also agree with him: skinny jeans are EVIL. >8( Do not want!
I really like this story! I think it's really cute! And I love how Ivan keeps accidentally speaking his thoughts out loud. X3 I can see him doing that!
Poor American women. They must have crazy eye muscles. Always blinking. XD;
I promise I'll get to the good stuff soon! Well... I hope this is good stuff too.
Please enjoy?
He pushed up his sleeve again and glanced at his wristwatch. It was five minutes past when they were suppose to meet, still a bit early for Alfred to show up, but that did not stop Ivan’s fingers from fidgeting with the end of his scarf. These dates of Alfred’s and his still made him feel nervous. Well, being around Alfred still made him feel nervous, in a butterflies in his stomach and heart leaping in his chest way.
Really though. He wished Alfred would be on time once. It would keep his appearance much neater, preventing his fingers from combing through his hair, and his shirt free from the wrinkles that come from trying to smooth it flat a hundred times, and his flower more pristine from not being moved all across the table into the perfect position a dozen more times.
He checked his watch again and wiggled in his chair. The metal work of the lawn chair certainly added to the cutesy, romantic date feel of the café, but the chair was not quite made for someone of his… birth, and in the end the handles of the seat were digging into his hips. He squirmed a bit more and picked up his glass, taking a measured sip of the ice water before replacing it in the condensation ring on the white table clothe.
“Hey there big guy!”
Ivan looked up and was almost blinded by the walking ball of sunshine coming towards him. He stood almost all the way up, before having to push the metal chair back down and free his hips from the furniture’s evil grasp. Straightening up, “Hello, Alfred.”
Ivan squished down that familiar jump of his heart.
“Hope you weren’t waiting too long.” Alfred beamed at him.
“No. Not long.” Ivan picked up the sunshine rose (sitting within easy range) and handed it to Alfred, “For you.”
Alfred took the flower with a smile that Ivan had learned was his child-on-Christmas-morning smile with a touch of sentimental to it. “Thanks.”
Ivan welcomed the caterpillar metamorphism in his digestive system that came with the kiss on his cheek.
“You are welcome.” And he hoped he was not blushing too badly, or his pleasure was not too obvious by the smile that was hurting his cheeks in a good way. A very good way.
“So have you ordered yet? This place has really good cake! Oh! And they make these really good lemonade drinks, that are like kinda fruity but still really yummy. Also I saw this really cool dog on the way over here! It was all furry and there big cheeks that went like this.” Alfred demonstrated just what the dog’s cheeks looked like with his hands.
“Very cool.” Ivan listened to Alfred, but mostly watched him, hands moving as he explained the difference between punker rock old ladies and badass ones. Apparently, differentiated by the number of leather clothing they still owned and wore.
Alfred was so animated; always moving even he had to stop to finally breathe.
It was between breaths that their waitress finally made it over to introduce herself. A perky Linda informed them that the establishment had several specials not on the menu that they might be interested and proceeded to rattle each off with a brief description and her own short commentary on each dish. Well… informed them might be a bit of an over statement, since she was staring at Alfred the entire time. Also she might consider purchasing eyes drops for how often she was fluttering her eyes. This way she could remove what ever was causing the unsightly muscle spasm.
Ivan was surprised when she finally looked towards him, looking mildly offended?
“Ivan.” There was a sudden flair of discomfort in his shin.
“Ow…” Hmm… He must have said that last part out loud.
Alfred gave one of his charming smiles and apologized, requesting his fruity lemonade and all seemed forgiven. The waitress scribbled down Ivan’s order, mint tea, and reassured Alfred their drinks would be out in just a minute, before flittering off to supposedly make them.
“Don’t be mean.” Alfred bopped him on the shoulder, such small tables were excellent for intimacy, though might be less practical functionally. “She seems nice.” Alfred shrugged and stole Ivan’s water.
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“I was not… I was just being friendly.”
Ivan sighed, “Alfred fails to comprehend his own powers of seduction. Woe is me.” and squeezed.
Now Alfred was doing his own impersonation of a puppy, and it was much better than Ivan’s for sure. He had to look away, ah… roof shingles…
Ivan felt the gentle compression of his fingers, before he heard the screech of metal on concrete, “Hey. Don’t be like that, c’mon.” Alfred was much closer, adjacent to him instead of across the small table.
Sighing again, this time more drawn out than needed, “I suppose I can forgive Alfred for being incredibly dashing and appealing to all who cross his path. I fell for his spell after all.” Ivan inched his own chair around the circumference of the table so the were essentially sitting beside each other.
Alfred was smiling again and rambling about some other minor adventure he had taken the day before, hands moving and countenance shining.
But why did the gloomy rain cloud of a server have to come back, even if it was with their beverages. Well she was not precisely a rain cloud, but she might have been one standing over Ivan. Alfred greeted her, thanking her cordially as she carefully places each beverage in front of its respective owner. Chirping a squeaky, “May I take your order?” in her nasally pitch. She was not even that pretty, with her poorly done concealer, and disproportionately small nose. Ivan huffed. And why was Alfred so happy to banter on with her about the different choices of cake? Ivan gave two quick squeezes of their interlocked hands but received no response. Pouting, not sulking, he scooted his chair over until metal rang against each other.
Stupid waitress, go away. He was not glaring, just staring very intently. Maybe her head would combust? It would be better than her nasty hairstyle anyway. Ivan wrapped his arm around Alfred’s waist, it was awkward, but better hold on, or this bitch was going to steal his man.
Maybe if he could set her up with someone else, she would back off? Ivan knew this lovely metal pipe that would be thrilled to meet this whore.
Or better yet, maybe he could just shove his tongue down Alfred’s throat, swipe everything off the table and start claiming his territory? If that is not a ‘back off, mine’ warning, Ivan was not sure he knew what was. Though he might get in trouble for that one… As long as there’s no annoying waitress, he would not mind some trouble. ….Mmmm trouble. That could be fun.
But now it seemed like it was his turn to order, “Chocolate cake please.” Now shoo.
Ivan glared, pleased with every step she took towards the door overshadowed by the bright butter colored awning.
“Jeeze Ivan, I though she was going to keel over. What’s with the glaring?”
“I am not glaring,” he mumbled.
Alfred rolled his eyes, “Sure babe,” and pressed his lips to Ivan’s cheek.
Okay. The kiss might have calmed him down a bit. Ivan turned, wanting another. Alfred’s kisses were like candy, except without the chance of bellyaches or cavities from eating too many.
A dozen or so yummy candy kisses later Ivan was feeling the sugar rush and smiling again. Stupid waitress was not going to ruin his date, and Alfred did not seem to mind the tiny circles he was drawing on his back.
Ivan did not even glare at the waitress when she brought five plates with warm desserts sitting on them to the table. Though he might have sent a quick one after he told her they did not need anything else, but she insisted upon asking Alfred again. Shoo, shoo you annoying fly, and leave my treat alone.
“Looks good.” Alfred unraveled his silverware slipped the napkin into his lap.
“Da. It does.” Ivan collected his own fork and cut a piece of chocolate goodness with the side of the spear. Forking it he offered a bit to Alfred. “Would you like to try some?”
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Ivan smiled and Alfred chewed. “It’s good! What’s it called? I’ll have to get that next time. Oh, do you wanna try mine?”
“Please?”
Alfred set about gathering a piece for Ivan to taste. “Here ya go.” He held the fork out for Ivan.
“Actually…” Ivan leaned past the fork and licked the pastry remnants from Alfred’s face.
He savored the taste on his tongue, closing his eyes and enjoying it the way France might enjoy a particularly good vintage of wine.
“Delicious.” The desserts were good, but the soft redness clinging to the tips of Alfred’s ears were an even better treat to his eyes.
Alfred swallowed down the bite that Ivan had passed. “Jeeze I can’t believe you.” But that pleased smile was tagging his lips again.
The waitress was back again, and Alfred was inhaling the rest of his treats. “Anything else I can get for you?”
“Just the check please.” And this time Ivan was able to give her a genuine smile as she deposited a black folder on the table, with a promise to take it whenever they were ready.
Beside him, Alfred let out a content sigh and patted his stomach. “That was good. We should come here again soon.”
“Maybe.” Ivan removed a few American bills from his wallet and left them in the little envelope. “Ready?” He pushed his chair back, wiggling his hips free again.
“Yup! Let’s go!” Alfred hopped from his chair, and tucked his hand into Ivan’s. He led the way dragging them along, stopping occasionally at the windows that littered the street to point out something or comment about another. They spent a good twenty minutes in front of a pet shop antagonizing some poor puppy until it collapsed, chest heaving from playing tag with the strangers on the other side of the window.
Ivan smiled all the way, watching Alfred make silly faces at a baby next to them, whose mother waited beside them at the cross walk. Smiling and exchanging a few words with Alfred as they crossed the street before the two parted.
Alfred laughed fondness tickling his voice. “Today’s been awesome!”
“Da. Indeed.” Ivan returned the smile. “Wait a moment Alfred. This way.” He pulled him by the hand down a side street and into the gab between two buildings.
“Huh? What’s down here? It kinda smells funky.”
Ivan pulled him against him. “Why is Alfred so cute?”
“Hey! I’m not cute. I’m awesome!”
“Da. Very awesome.” And then they kissed, sweet and fragile, like the flower cradled between Alfred’s fingers and palm. But the flick of Ivan’s tongue and the parting of Alfred’s lips as his arms looped around Ivan’s neck edged it away from that fairy tale bliss.
Ivan’s hands slid lower to two firm, round globes and squeezed. His leg ducked between Alfred’s, leading him back against the wall.
Alfred broke the firm press of their lips with a few short ragged breaths, but Ivan did not mind, using his lips to tease the space exposed by the fold of his shirt instead. The shirt that was slowly ridding up over his wrists as he explored the skin hidden beneath it.
Alfred laughed awkwardly, “W-woah there, cowboy. Calm down.”
“How can I when I am with Alfred?” Ivan asked, before pressing back and attending the skin that was turning a lovely red hue.
“No. No seriously… can we take this home?”
“Mmm I do not think I can wait that long.” Ivan’s hands dipped into the back of Alfred’s jeans.
Alfred pushed at his chest, “Ivan. No seriously, let’s wrap it up and take it home. I don’t wanna do this here.”
Ivan leaned back observing Alfred. He was flushed and almost aroused, he could tell from the small protrusion against his leg. But there was something else, discomfort. Alfred really did not wish to continue. Not here anyway.
“Alright.” Ivan removed his hands and stepped back, giving Alfred space like a spooked animal.
Alfred grinned, still uneasy but calmer. “Thanks.” He twisted their fingers together and gave Ivan a caste kiss to the cheek. “Let’s get home and do it right, yeah?”
Ivan nodded and let Alfred rush them the rest of the way back to his house.
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Yeah. God. Thank you so much for that.
Anyways, this fill is absolutely adorable! I can't wait for more! ^^b
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Ivan sighed and sipped his drink, using it to mask his awkward shuffling. How did Alfred wear these jeans all the time? They were squeezing his butt and legs too much and riding his crotch uncomfortably. It is not as though he could adjust himself, not with the entire club full of people around.
He wrinkled his nose. The bar girl had promised him that he would enjoy the fruity pink drink, as she blinked her eyes in quick succession. (Did all American females have the same chronic eye ailment?) But he did not care for the diluted beverage, and would prefer having one of the bottles from the self. What was wrong with plain vodka? It was classic, like borscht on winter eves. Ivan tipped the glass to his lips and chugged the corn syrup laden beverage down, licking his lips free of clinging sugar and resting the glass on the bar.
Ivan’s eyes scanned to the floor. A dance club is not the place he would imagine having one of his date with Alfred, but he seemed excited for this new club. Expose, exposé? It was called something like that. He had not really bothered to pay attention as Alfred dragged him past the bouncer and tried to urge him to the dance floor. Ivan, however, was more content to stand by the bar and watch Alfred enjoy the loud music.
Alfred was an excellent dancer. He breathed the rhythm and the beat. Tempo and chorus were like dance patterns that twirled around him. It was a skill that helped him with more than dancing…
It also seemed to be attracting some admirers to him. If that man moved any closer to Alfred, he would practically be humping him. And that was not okay. A dozen glazed eyed girls circling around Alfred like a school of fish around a coral is one thing, but no clown fish is allowed near his sea anemone. …That analogy did not even make sense. But the point was, it was time to intervene.
Except Alfred was looking this way, and now he was walking over.
“Hey there sexy. What are you staring at so intently?” He waved over the bar tender (the one with the eye condition) and asked for a water.
Ivan leaned over; close enough that the music humming in the club could not distort his words. “A very attractive blond, with rather tight pants that fit his bottom half quite well.”
“Oh yeah? Where can I meet this sex bomb?” Alfred grinned a picked up his drink.
“I think you already have.”
“Really? The only one of those I see around here is a hot Russian who looks like he’s never worn skinny jeans in his life.”
Ivan groaned, “That is why I barely fit in these pants? They are… clinging. And not in comfortable places.”
Alfred laughed, and it was music far better than the bass pounding through his bones. He grabbed Ivan’s hand and set down his glass, “C’mon. Let’s break in those jeans. They won’t be so tight after you work them in a bit.”
“But Alfred, I cannot dance.” Not like this. Ivan let himself be dragged to the edge of the dancing area anyway.
“Don’t worry about it, just move.” Alfred started demonstrating, rocking back and forth.
Ivan tried to mimic Alfred, swaying in mirror of him. He did not know what Alfred was talking about though. He felt like he was going to become sterile from this darn denim. Was that even possible? Castration from skinny jeans?
“There ya go, big guy. You’re getting the hang of it already.” Alfred stepped closer, closing the limited gab between them and resting his hands on his hips. “Just listen to the music, it’ll guide you along.”
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Ivan pulled himself forward and onto Alfred’s lips. Only he was allowed to do this. Alfred just pressed back gently before breaking away and laughing his ecstasy.
“What was that dance you were doing before? The one where you looked like you were ready to be molested?”
Alfred was laughing again, “What do you mean?”
“The one with the others pressing up against you.”
“What grinding? It’s not really a dance per se.” Then Alfred was smirking in his devious way, that promised good things for Ivan. “Do you want to grind with me?”
“Does Alfred want to teach me how?”
“I think you already know how to.” He ended it with a wink, and released Ivan’s waist. He turned his back to him, but pushed up against him, rolling his hips back slowly. Alfred’s hand found perch on the back of Ivan’s neck.
Oh. Ohhh. Yes. This was a dance that Ivan knew. It was also a dance he was very fond of. Though he liked it much better when they were both horizontal, and Alfred was panting under him staring up, instead of in front and looking away.
“Maybe later, big guy.” Alfred chuckled.
Really he must stop speaking so openly. Ah well. “Can it be later now?” Ivan rubbed his thumbs in small little circles on Alfred’s hips.
Alfred hummed, “I don’t know, this now doesn’t really seem like a later. It’s more of a ‘dance with the hottest thing in the room’ now.”
Ivan blew on Alfred’s ear before kissing it. He liked this now too, but he was really looking forward to the other now.
Alfred mumbled something that could have been for his ears or not and tilted his head forward. That seemed like an invitation to Ivan, who readily smothered the salty skin with kisses. He licked his lips at the taste of Alfred, brushing the tip of his tongue against his flushed skin. Ivan might not have noticed the short shiver that slithered down Alfred’s back if he had not been pressed right up against it. It was definitely later now, if the tightening fist in his hair and in his clinging pants were any indication.
With a short tug and a muffled “c’mon,” they were both stumbling off the floor and over each other.
They pushed open the door to the hallway under the lavatory sign, both pausing while their corneas contracted away from the normal lighting. They stumbled a few feet from the door before they simultaneously decided that was plenty of room for any alcohol-bloated patrons who might need to use the hallway to arrive at the advertised destination, and started attacking each other again.
It was hot and wet and the prefect mingle of vodka, rum, and cola. Ivan’s mind buzzed mutely, the part that was not driving him to find more skin, find more contact, more tongue, more kisses, more ALFRED, that he could enjoy that mixed drink.
A frustrated groan hummed against his lips, and Alfred’s were getting farther away, and Ivan let his own displeased grunt out. “Goddamn jacket. Why are you wearing so much?”
Ivan’s lips found the underside of Alfred’s jaw instead. “I do not recall choosing this evenings attire.” The offensive material slide off his shoulders until is caught over the bend of his elbows. His own hands splayed over the warm, hot hot hot, skin of Alfred’s back, groping and raking as he arched into him.
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Alfred grumbled and abandoned his struggle with the buttons on the front of Ivan’s shirt and pulled Ivan’s scarf, exposing his neck, and lavished his attention there.
Ivan had never inserted his finger into an outlet before, but the blue flash of electricity stunned all the nerves from the small ‘o’ of Alfred’s lips to his head, back down to his toes, and straight up to hardness being ground into Alfred’s thigh. Alfred’s kisses are lightening.
Leather slid over his finger tips. Alfred loved these pants. He said they made his ass look like a grade A FDA approved piece of meat, which Ivan did not really understand. He did know that these pants were getting in the way of his goal, as his knuckles kneaded into that A grade, and his fingers traced that curve between his cheeks.
“F-fuck… Ivan…”
Pop! Went the snap, and Zzzzzz! Went the zipper, giving him enough spaced to trace that same path without a leather dampener.
“Fuck!” was followed by teeth clamping into his neck and Ivan surged forward, hips bucking without his permission and a low moan slipping past his lips. It did not help when gentle kisses and soft licks were placed over the small indentations there.
“AHHHHEM. Sorry to disturb you boys, but could you maybe move a few inches to the left?” It was followed by an almost school girl like giggle.
Alfred looked over Ivan’s shoulder and went red in the ears as three women stared back. The two in the back were laughing with each other, while the one who had clearly addressed the couple smiled knowingly. “You’re blocking the ladies room.” She gave as an explanation.
Looking up, Ivan saw that they were indeed leaning heavily on the door with a small picture of presumably a block woman. Alfred had decided to take refuge in Ivan’s shoulder, and buried his face there.
Ivan swallowed to clear some of the dryness in his mouth, smiled for the ladies, and shuffled Alfred and himself three steps to the left of the doorway.
The girls smiled pleasantly and thanked them, “Hope you’re still here when we get out.” One winked at them and disappeared behind the door. Ivan felt obliged to nod again, and kept smiling.
Ivan looked down at his embarrassed lover and prodded him a few times; unfortunately this prodding was done with the hand that was still in Alfred’s pants, quite close to his anus in fact.
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Ivan removed his offensive hand, instead settling to rub Alfred’s back comfortingly and try to kiss his shame away. Though it was probably the soft rocking of his hips that made Alfred groan again.
“Can we go home? Please? I’ve had enough humiliation for one night.”
He kissed his cheek again, “Da. Let us go home.” and gave Alfred some space, while he righted his own clothing, so it was not obvious what they had been doing. Ivan then attended Alfred’s own appearance before taking his hand and leading him back into the club.
They navigated through the crowd and out the front door. The clean air brushed over them and seemed to relieve some of the tension in Alfred.
Ivan hailed a cab, and opened the door, letting Alfred in first and then following him. He gave concise directions to the cabbie, and observed Alfred as they ducked into the night traffic.
Alfred was cradling his forehead in his hand, so Ivan took it from him and presented a short kiss to it.
“That was sooo embarrassing.” Alfred whined at Ivan.
“It was not too bad.” Ivan slid over to hug his distressed lover. “We will never see them again.”
Alfred groaned, “But stillllll. They’re probably going to go gossip to all their friends about these two hot guys that they saw making out in front of the girls’ restroom door. Oh my gosh! What if they took pictures? Did you see any of them with their cameras out?” He groaned again, “With my luck it will be all over the internet tomorrow and my boss will call me and there will be questions and then Iggy will call and there will be more questions. And then all the world will be asking questions, and at the next meeting they’re going to hang pictures on the bathroom door, so whenever anyone has to go, they’ll all see it, but it won’t matter cause everyone will have seen it al-“
Some times the most affective way to deal with Alfred’s miniature panic attacks was to just kiss them better. Plus they had the extra bonus of getting to kiss Alfred.
“You worry too much. They did not have a camera. They did not take pictures. No one will call, or ask questions.” Ivan punctuated each sentence with a kiss, with seemed to calm Alfred down.
“Y-yeah… I guess.” He leaned into Ivan. “Just no more public make out sessions.”
“…That means we can still have private ones, da?”
“Well duh.” Alfred leaned up and gave him a quick kiss.
Ivan was looking forward to getting home.
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SMEX NAO PLZ
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Poor Russia is such a saint putting up with America's unintentional cockteasing.
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I also agree with him: skinny jeans are EVIL. >8( Do not want!
I really like this story! I think it's really cute! And I love how Ivan keeps accidentally speaking his thoughts out loud. X3 I can see him doing that!
Poor American women. They must have crazy eye muscles. Always blinking. XD;
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