Fix That Will You [4a/?]
anonymous
September 4 2010, 14:38:08 UTC
Sorry for the rather long update. School and homework have been keeping me from writing...well that and Arthur's writers block. Any way...I have a little something in this chapter *** “Don’t do anything dangerous!” Arthur snapped at the brownish haired man in front of him sternly. Extended family or not, Wylie was not going to get away with anything if it were so much as scratch to Peter’s knees.
“Chill mate,” the Australian said with a smile so big the bandage on his nose crinkled. “The only place he’s not allowed would be on stage at the croc show. ‘Sides I don’t even have that today.”
“Still, one injury and God save the Queen; I’ll have your neck.” Arthur said sharply, his green eyes bearing into the zookeeper before him. The man went to open his mouth, but Arthur only glared harder. “I get enough dirty looks as it is, you will respect my wishes.”
There was a hesitant nod of agreement from both of the Australian and Peter as they stood straight under the watchful green eyes. Arthur let them go soon after that, telling them to get out and have fun with a smile on his face, but the looming threat still in his eyes. It was a little after ten in the morning a reasonable time for everyone it seemed.
Alfred been there for one hour painting already, and Arthur had to agree he was rather good at it. Still the America had a few coats to go if he wanted to reach the rich yellow color Arthur had within his office. Arthur had happily had progress on his writing, locking himself up in his room had proven to be both comfortable and a great way to keep Peter away.
Now Peter was gone, off to the Zoo with one of their second cousin once removed or something complicated like it. That meant Arthur had the freedom to work where ever he wished, well other than his office. He sat at the kitchen counter typing away, creating the world that had yet to get a name.
It was lunch when Alfred came out, saying the paint was drying and the shelves had been prepped and ready to be hung once the job was complete. They eat lunch in a strange first-day-of-school-don’t-know-you sort of silence. There wasn’t much conversation held, but Alfred still tried to be the one loud kid who won’t shut up till he got himself a nice friend.
They had finished up, and Alfred had gone to check on the state of the paint, finding it still was not dry yet. In that checking time, Arthur had developed a small case of hopeless writer’s block. There wasn’t Matthew around to ask for anything he might do, even if Francis wasn’t a workaholic like his main character; Matthew still knew how to get attention.
“What’s with that face?” Alfred said when he came back to the kitchen retying his rolled up bandana on his forehead.
Green eyes came to glare up at the bright blue ones. “Writer’s block,” Arthur muttered out with a sigh as his thick eyebrows burred together in anger.
Fix That Will You [4b/?]
anonymous
September 4 2010, 14:42:26 UTC
Alfred laughed, “Matthew is really good at copying you,” that cause Arthur to blink. Alfred knew Matthew…okay well if he knew Francis then he might know Matthew depending on how good of a friend he is with the Frenchman.
“You know Matthew?”
“Well seeing as how we have the same parents, I would hope I know him.” Alfred says with a smile that could take anyone away.
Well when he looked now, he could see the relation. They were twins, or mirror images of the other, only small things were different. Alfred had short hair the stuck out funny like he didn’t care, while Matthew’s was long and tamed, Alfred has square glasses, where as Matthew’s curved up a bit. However it was the same everything other wise.
“Maybe I can help you get over it.” Alfred said again with the winning smile. “Whatcha stuck on?”
“I’m not doing Math homework.” Arthur snapped and Alfred laughed a bit, but Arthur had no choice, he needed something there and now. “Fine, a workaholic needs a break…well more like his partner wants him to have one, if you get my point.”
“So, should we act it out or something?”
“I suppose that will work,” Arthur screams with insanity in his head. What! No! He knew nothing about Alfred and yet he said okay for them to act out a most likely sexual scene.
Arthur would have head banged the counter if the laptop wasn’t slowly drawing to a close on his hands. With a squeak he pulls them back, cursing in his head, as he looked up to see Alfred, a man who was fixing his house and he knew nothing about, with the most devilish look on his face. Gracefully he seemed to slide his glasses off and place them on his tool belt (Why the hell was he wearing that, he was just painting?!). The taller’s body gracefully came around as well.
Shit, his hand was on Arthur’s leg, and why the hell was it so warm, but Arthur found himself trapped in the sky blue eyes as Alfred just grew closer. A mere finger tilted Arthur’s now blood filled head and his breath tickled his face. He smelt oddly like fresh cut wood with just an accent of mint lingering in the back.
“You really should take a break,” Alfred said, was his voice always that deep, “I get lonely.”
Arthur’s breath hitched, but he tried not to make it too noticeable, he was a writer, surely the fact that he could be kissed by some random guy wouldn’t freak him out. However it was, the Englishman thought his brothers had some wicked tongues, but hell his brain was really whipping them out.
“Hopefully that worked~!” Alfred said pulling away quickly and throwing his glasses back on with a beaming smile. Arthur can only working out a nod, for he fears his voice will betray him. “I think the paint should be done drying now. I’ll get working on another coat.”
Then Alfred’s gone, and Arthur’s just staring where Alfred had once been. The paint better be dry will the heat they just created. Part of him wants to yell at Alfred, tell him to come back because he needs more, he can’t connect the play off for a break to the sex just yet. However, the other part wants to run and hide in a closest and call Matthew for advice.
Fix That Will You [4c/?]
anonymous
September 4 2010, 14:45:31 UTC
“Tease,” Arthur mutters, turning back to the computer (when had Alfred turned his chair), and pushing the screen up. He let’s his fingers relax on the keys. Slowly he replays the scene in his mind, slowly making the memory turning into words that would make anyone want to storm after Alfred and kiss him because they needed to now. Let the words flow into actions of his fingers.
Damn it all! He can’t take it any more. Before he knows it, he’s storming in the door way of his office, which smells like paint, staring at Alfred like something he did really went to far. Suddenly his collar is in Arthur’s grip and his lips lost in the need of Arthur’s.
He was quick to respond however, drop the blasted paint roller and moved his hands to cradle Arthur’s neck and ring his hip. They’re lips are wet and noisy, hardly asking for permission as they just about shove their tongues in the other’s mouth. Alfred does something and Arthur whither into a purr like moan.
“There, that should do it,” Arthur says breathlessly as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the collar of his shirt. Alfred just blinks. “Thank you for your help,” Arthur smiles, showing it means more ways than one.
Suddenly this story was no longer told in the third-person narrative, but the first-person.
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Alfred left his call card when he was done, which was close to around seven. He said something about calling him if anything else broke or needed repair, they were running low one work because they were too small for the wealthy people to even consider, and not many people needed them more than once. Arthur didn’t think it was weird in when he placed it by his computer before showing Alfred out.
Wylie and Peter come home not long after, Peter chattering about the amazing day Wylie let him have, and the amazing dinner the Australian can whip up. He kept them company as Arthur made Wylie help him with move his furniture back. Peter fell asleep soon afterwards, passing out on the living room couch.
“Thank you again Wylie for getting him out of my hair for a bit.” Arthur says sliding the call card on the character scribbles that are based off Alfred.
“Don’t mention it mate, the animals really love ‘im. The staff doesn’t mind him either.” Wylie said with a broad smile, not like Alfred’s but still broad. “Hopefully you got some work done.”
“Uh…yeah, you could say I did.” Arthur says awkwardly as he’s cleaning you some of the papers and scribbles for his new book. “It’s a book, so you can’t say much yet.”
Wylie nods, he knows what Arthur does, and he doesn’t care, because he knows the strict rules Arthur has for the younger boy. “Well I should get going then.” Wylie says taking his lead, ruffling Peter’s hair, causing the boy to cuddle more into the colorful Australian blanket. Arthur smiles and shows him out.
Re: Fix That Will You [4NOTES/?]
anonymous
September 4 2010, 14:52:28 UTC
I swear one of these days I'm going to do the character limit in.
Okay, again I apologize for the rather long update. It would be a bit longer but I was like "I can't live with the guilt any more!" -posts- >:D
Wylie is my human name for Australia...I figured he would be cute with Peter, and an amazing Zookeeper! So Wylie takes Peter to work so Arthur can work.
Finally a bit of hotness but no porn...in fact I'm eight chapters in and there still isn't any that's like...out there...so...anyone have an idea of how to get them together? I trying to make it meet up with my ending...AHHH!!!!
OP is like....*Combusts*
anonymous
September 5 2010, 01:27:42 UTC
Ah, so lovely~!
*Holds out ring* Marry me? For I love you. Bare my children please.
Ahem anyway~! No need to apologize, for my own school work has made me miss Reviewing the previous chapter! The kiss in this chapter.. FFFFFFFFF, yes. Yes YEs. YES~!
And I'm sure you'll find out what to do darling!
OP is out~! Porn, Kinks, and Nosebleeds until the next update~!
Re: Fix That Will You [4NOTES/?]
anonymous
September 7 2010, 12:56:25 UTC
Heh, the term "first person narrative" has never been so awesome, anon! And god, so sexy and full of UST; I bet his editor is going to wonder why his writing changed, eh? XD
And Wylie's an awesome name for Australia; I'm so uncreative that I would just go with "Jack" or something myself, but I like yours! And zookeeper is an awesome AU job for him; little kids must adore him. Peter's going to want to spend every day with him, yeah?
Re: Fix That Will You [4c/?]
anonymous
September 4 2010, 23:47:54 UTC
OHHH SO HAPPY YOU UPDATED OMG OMG OMG <<<333 I have this fill bookmarked and i check it all the time looking for updates aaahh!!! <3 <3
And as for you said if we have ideas for how they get together, well MAYBE i dunno Arthur thinks it's easier to write/more inspiration comes w/ acting it out- so they go on a 'fake' date, but then Alfred really does wanna go out with him and Arthur is all STOP ACTING and its all /SWOON, OH IM NOT ACTING AHAHA sorry to much sugar this morning, plus the pure glee from the update is making me mind swim woo!
Anywho, looking forward to the rest. This is really awesome so far- I love just.. just everything, its perfect. : ) !
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“Don’t do anything dangerous!” Arthur snapped at the brownish haired man in front of him sternly. Extended family or not, Wylie was not going to get away with anything if it were so much as scratch to Peter’s knees.
“Chill mate,” the Australian said with a smile so big the bandage on his nose crinkled. “The only place he’s not allowed would be on stage at the croc show. ‘Sides I don’t even have that today.”
“Still, one injury and God save the Queen; I’ll have your neck.” Arthur said sharply, his green eyes bearing into the zookeeper before him. The man went to open his mouth, but Arthur only glared harder. “I get enough dirty looks as it is, you will respect my wishes.”
There was a hesitant nod of agreement from both of the Australian and Peter as they stood straight under the watchful green eyes. Arthur let them go soon after that, telling them to get out and have fun with a smile on his face, but the looming threat still in his eyes. It was a little after ten in the morning a reasonable time for everyone it seemed.
Alfred been there for one hour painting already, and Arthur had to agree he was rather good at it. Still the America had a few coats to go if he wanted to reach the rich yellow color Arthur had within his office. Arthur had happily had progress on his writing, locking himself up in his room had proven to be both comfortable and a great way to keep Peter away.
Now Peter was gone, off to the Zoo with one of their second cousin once removed or something complicated like it. That meant Arthur had the freedom to work where ever he wished, well other than his office. He sat at the kitchen counter typing away, creating the world that had yet to get a name.
It was lunch when Alfred came out, saying the paint was drying and the shelves had been prepped and ready to be hung once the job was complete. They eat lunch in a strange first-day-of-school-don’t-know-you sort of silence. There wasn’t much conversation held, but Alfred still tried to be the one loud kid who won’t shut up till he got himself a nice friend.
They had finished up, and Alfred had gone to check on the state of the paint, finding it still was not dry yet. In that checking time, Arthur had developed a small case of hopeless writer’s block. There wasn’t Matthew around to ask for anything he might do, even if Francis wasn’t a workaholic like his main character; Matthew still knew how to get attention.
“What’s with that face?” Alfred said when he came back to the kitchen retying his rolled up bandana on his forehead.
Green eyes came to glare up at the bright blue ones. “Writer’s block,” Arthur muttered out with a sigh as his thick eyebrows burred together in anger.
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“You know Matthew?”
“Well seeing as how we have the same parents, I would hope I know him.” Alfred says with a smile that could take anyone away.
Well when he looked now, he could see the relation. They were twins, or mirror images of the other, only small things were different. Alfred had short hair the stuck out funny like he didn’t care, while Matthew’s was long and tamed, Alfred has square glasses, where as Matthew’s curved up a bit. However it was the same everything other wise.
“Maybe I can help you get over it.” Alfred said again with the winning smile. “Whatcha stuck on?”
“I’m not doing Math homework.” Arthur snapped and Alfred laughed a bit, but Arthur had no choice, he needed something there and now. “Fine, a workaholic needs a break…well more like his partner wants him to have one, if you get my point.”
“So, should we act it out or something?”
“I suppose that will work,” Arthur screams with insanity in his head. What! No! He knew nothing about Alfred and yet he said okay for them to act out a most likely sexual scene.
Arthur would have head banged the counter if the laptop wasn’t slowly drawing to a close on his hands. With a squeak he pulls them back, cursing in his head, as he looked up to see Alfred, a man who was fixing his house and he knew nothing about, with the most devilish look on his face. Gracefully he seemed to slide his glasses off and place them on his tool belt (Why the hell was he wearing that, he was just painting?!). The taller’s body gracefully came around as well.
Shit, his hand was on Arthur’s leg, and why the hell was it so warm, but Arthur found himself trapped in the sky blue eyes as Alfred just grew closer. A mere finger tilted Arthur’s now blood filled head and his breath tickled his face. He smelt oddly like fresh cut wood with just an accent of mint lingering in the back.
“You really should take a break,” Alfred said, was his voice always that deep, “I get lonely.”
Arthur’s breath hitched, but he tried not to make it too noticeable, he was a writer, surely the fact that he could be kissed by some random guy wouldn’t freak him out. However it was, the Englishman thought his brothers had some wicked tongues, but hell his brain was really whipping them out.
“Hopefully that worked~!” Alfred said pulling away quickly and throwing his glasses back on with a beaming smile. Arthur can only working out a nod, for he fears his voice will betray him. “I think the paint should be done drying now. I’ll get working on another coat.”
Then Alfred’s gone, and Arthur’s just staring where Alfred had once been. The paint better be dry will the heat they just created. Part of him wants to yell at Alfred, tell him to come back because he needs more, he can’t connect the play off for a break to the sex just yet. However, the other part wants to run and hide in a closest and call Matthew for advice.
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Damn it all! He can’t take it any more. Before he knows it, he’s storming in the door way of his office, which smells like paint, staring at Alfred like something he did really went to far. Suddenly his collar is in Arthur’s grip and his lips lost in the need of Arthur’s.
He was quick to respond however, drop the blasted paint roller and moved his hands to cradle Arthur’s neck and ring his hip. They’re lips are wet and noisy, hardly asking for permission as they just about shove their tongues in the other’s mouth. Alfred does something and Arthur whither into a purr like moan.
“There, that should do it,” Arthur says breathlessly as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the collar of his shirt. Alfred just blinks. “Thank you for your help,” Arthur smiles, showing it means more ways than one.
Suddenly this story was no longer told in the third-person narrative, but the first-person.
--- --- ---
Alfred left his call card when he was done, which was close to around seven. He said something about calling him if anything else broke or needed repair, they were running low one work because they were too small for the wealthy people to even consider, and not many people needed them more than once. Arthur didn’t think it was weird in when he placed it by his computer before showing Alfred out.
Wylie and Peter come home not long after, Peter chattering about the amazing day Wylie let him have, and the amazing dinner the Australian can whip up. He kept them company as Arthur made Wylie help him with move his furniture back. Peter fell asleep soon afterwards, passing out on the living room couch.
“Thank you again Wylie for getting him out of my hair for a bit.” Arthur says sliding the call card on the character scribbles that are based off Alfred.
“Don’t mention it mate, the animals really love ‘im. The staff doesn’t mind him either.” Wylie said with a broad smile, not like Alfred’s but still broad. “Hopefully you got some work done.”
“Uh…yeah, you could say I did.” Arthur says awkwardly as he’s cleaning you some of the papers and scribbles for his new book. “It’s a book, so you can’t say much yet.”
Wylie nods, he knows what Arthur does, and he doesn’t care, because he knows the strict rules Arthur has for the younger boy. “Well I should get going then.” Wylie says taking his lead, ruffling Peter’s hair, causing the boy to cuddle more into the colorful Australian blanket. Arthur smiles and shows him out.
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Okay, again I apologize for the rather long update. It would be a bit longer but I was like "I can't live with the guilt any more!" -posts- >:D
Wylie is my human name for Australia...I figured he would be cute with Peter, and an amazing Zookeeper! So Wylie takes Peter to work so Arthur can work.
Finally a bit of hotness but no porn...in fact I'm eight chapters in and there still isn't any that's like...out there...so...anyone have an idea of how to get them together? I trying to make it meet up with my ending...AHHH!!!!
Alfred will be back soon enough.
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*Holds out ring* Marry me? For I love you. Bare my children please.
Ahem anyway~! No need to apologize, for my own school work has made me miss Reviewing the previous chapter! The kiss in this chapter.. FFFFFFFFF, yes. Yes YEs. YES~!
And I'm sure you'll find out what to do darling!
OP is out~! Porn, Kinks, and Nosebleeds until the next update~!
P.S: Wylie is the shit. Just sayin~!
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This story is like our baby -shot-
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And Wylie's an awesome name for Australia; I'm so uncreative that I would just go with "Jack" or something myself, but I like yours! And zookeeper is an awesome AU job for him; little kids must adore him. Peter's going to want to spend every day with him, yeah?
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<<<333 I have this fill bookmarked and i check it all the time looking for updates aaahh!!! <3 <3
And as for you said if we have ideas for how they get together, well MAYBE i dunno Arthur thinks it's easier to write/more inspiration comes w/ acting it out- so they go on a 'fake' date, but then Alfred really does wanna go out with him and Arthur is all STOP ACTING and its all /SWOON, OH IM NOT ACTING
AHAHA sorry to much sugar this morning, plus the pure glee from the update is making me mind swim woo!
Anywho, looking forward to the rest. This is really awesome so far- I love just.. just everything, its perfect. : ) !
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