I Know who I Want to Take me Home (7/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:20:57 UTC
England glared down at him, "You Americans really have no idea of how to savor things, do you?"
"It's more that you Brits have no idea of how to have fun," America said, grinning, "Now come on, don't make me ride you."
But then England did something he hadn't been expecting. He stopped and pulled out.
"What's that about?" America asked.
"I think I rather like the idea," England said, rolling the two of them over.
"But I-"
"I'm not doing a good enough job? Then do it yourself."
"Stop being a little bitch and do me already!"
"Will," England said, looking at him lustfully.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to know a secret?"
America rolled his eyes, "Sure."
"We Brits think that Americans are sexy," He leaned up so that he was right next to America's ear, "And do you know which Americans we really like?"
The blond couldn't help but shiver. Oh, he knew where England was going with this, but he still said, "No."
England chuckled, "Cowboys," And then licked his ear.
America groaned. Well, how could he say no to that? He sat up and carefully lowered himself onto England's cock.
"Oh, love," The older nation said, "That's marvelous."
"Thanks," America grunted, "You mind if I get started?"
England's head fell back against the pillows, "Go right ahead."
Once he got a rhythm going, America reached down and began to tease and lick at England's chest, paying special attention to that one his collar bone that drove him wild. England himself just laid back and let it all wash over him, eyes dark with desire and face red with exertion and lust.
It was no secret that they both enjoyed the position, if not for the way that they could admire each other's bodies then for the simple novelty of America being a cowboy. Although perhaps the novelty had faded after the first twenty or so times that England had required that they do it while America was in full cowboy gear (minus the jeans that were supposed to go under the chaps, of course. The leather had chafed like hell, but neither really cared).
Tonight, it was probably all about the odd combination of new and old. It was the familiarity of the position and feel of the other's body against the newly calculated masks that both of them wore. It was the way that those gorgeous green eyes and lovely bushy eyebrows were under pitch-black hair (although it was now back to its usual level of messy). It was the way that the light from the lamp on the bedside table reflected off of a cross that was in the spot on America's chest where his dog tags usually hung, although the silver color and position remained.
America couldn't tell how long they were moving together, but eventually the thrusts started to get sloppy, the bucks of England's hips not matching up to when America came down. The Brit beneath him was a beautiful shade of red and his eyes were half-closed. America didn't need a mirror to know that he looked the same way. England had been holding the younger man's hips, gently helping him ride, but America could handle it himself. He grabbed both of the smaller nation's hands. One he simply held onto for dear life, but the other he brought over his sorely neglected cock.
The younger nation leaned down so that he was at England's level, "Can you wait for me, sweetheart?" He whispered
"I- I should be able to."
"Awesome. Together, then!"
The two kissed and after a few more moments of sloppy movement each brought the other over the edge. America was fairly sure that England screamed his real name, but had no idea what came out of his own mouth as he spilled all over their joined hands. They'd both made it to orgasm without faltering so no one won this particular round, but America couldn't really bring himself to care.
The younger man pulled himself up, and England fell out with a squelching noise. America winced. Why was it that after-sex always had to be so gross and unsexy? It just wasn't fair.
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (8/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:23:03 UTC
"So," he said, rolling off and plopping down next to his lover, "Black hair, huh?"
England shrugged, "I wanted to try something new. Do you like it?"
"It's different, I gotta say."
"Yes, but is that a good different, or a bad one?" England asked, scowling at him.
"…I sorta wanna refuse to answer so that you get all pissy."
"If you do that-"
"Nah, it's okay. I like the color on James," America said, not particularly in the mood to fight when he felt so spent. He lifted a hand and lazily ran it through the locks, "But my England is blond."
England blushed but instead of commenting on it said, "Oh lovely, you rubbed the hand with come all over it through my hair."
America looked at his fingers, "Oh yeah. Sorry about that…"
England shrugged, "Oh well, it's not the first time. But now we need to take a shower."
America grinned. He'd said "we." "Awesome! Can we just lay here for a while, though? If we're gonna have super awesome shower sex, we're gonna need to recharge a little."
England rolled his eyes, "I don't know how much you're going to want sex when I get wet: this dye washes out."
America thought for a moment, wondering if it would be off-putting to make love to someone who had color running down their body.
Not of it was England, he decided.
He looked at the bedside table: three-twenty-two. Well, the night wasn't young, but it wasn't so late that they had to go to sleep just yet. He sat up.
"What is it?"
"Let's go take that shower."
"Already?"
"Sure. I can scrub your head for a couple of minutes while we wait to get back in the game."
England rolled his eyes, and disposed of the condom in the trashcan he had put next to the bed earlier, "So what did you think?"
"I liked it. James is a lot more of a gentleman that you are."
"What did you say, wanker?" England demanded, glaring.
America stood and stuck out his tongue, "You wanna get me, you gotta get up."
"You are such a prat, you know that?"
"I donno what that word means, but I probably am," America grinned.
England sighed and held out his arms, "Oh, help me up, you great stupid thing."
"No problem, douche bag." America said, pulling the elder nation into a sitting position.
"You know what I think?" England asked as he got to his feet.
"Normally?" he asked, walking towards the bathroom, "'I can too cook, wanker,' 'my imaginary friends are better company than anything that really exists,' 'I am so lucky to have the sexiest and more heroic boyfriend on earth,' 'I'm totally jealous of America's awesome ideas and body so-'"
"Belt up!" England shouted, running over to America and punching him in the arm.
The younger nation just laughed, "Okay, okay. What do you think, England?"
"I was going to say that I'm surprised that the building we were in didn't collapse: you managed to come up with someone who was even more of a spoiled brat than you are. I didn't think that much whining could be held in one space."
"I had to divide by zero to do it," America said, beaming and holding up a finger.
England couldn't help but laugh at the younger nation, and America smiled at the noise. "Come on, you silly sod," He said, tugging the taller man into the bathroom and shutting the door, "Get this out of my hair."
"Gladly," America said, guiding them into the shower and closing the curtain.
Oh, it had definitely been a good night, and it seemed like it was only going to get better.
A!A this is brilliant! I loved it. It was everything I wanted it to be. I love America's POV and I think you got it just right. The part about England being super popular made me smile: jealous America and sexy England are some of my favourite things ever.
I really liked the parts about "British" accent and how people seem to think that London is the only thing in the island.
England's commitment to the role (his backstory, the new look) was totally adorable: I can see England being super duper serious about everything he does. And go him for not slipping out of character when America started telling him about his ex! I LOL'd.
Black-haired England must be stunning with those green eyes he has but I loved America's "But my England is blond." It was really sweet ♥
The last part with all their fooling around and banter was great and SO IC!
I loved everything about this fill. Thank you so much, anon!
A!A is blushing more nao
anonymous
April 25 2011, 03:01:00 UTC
Daaaaaw! Thank you so much, both for the opportunity to do this and the sweet comment ^///^
Yeah, that whole "Typical American view of Britain" thing bugs me a lot, because really what I love about the country is really all the parts that aren't what we see every day on TV and the posh accent is one of the less sexy ones out there (I actually prefer a real London accent any day~ <3)
I really wanted to make England really into it, mostly because of his history of writers and stuff. I almost wanted to have America pretend to be really stupid and ask him if he was Harry Potter, but I realized that making him kind of a more bitchy uke was funny (I actually based him off of some portrayals of England that I've seen).
I'm glad that you enjoyed the end. That kind of sweet fluffy yet tsundere stuff is more my forte, honestly, and I was glad that I found a way to work it in somewhere. Also, I must admit, one of the biggest things that gets me about any role playing, S&M or not, is talking afterwards, when the couple gets to be themselves for a while. I don’t know why, it’s just my favorite part, especially with these two. Those boys are so wonderfully gay, and I adore their natural dynamic on all sorts of levels.
Oh, and yes, Black Haired!Iggy is very, very, very sexy in my brain at least. Especially with tight pants. Yes. (A!A is happy you liked it, because she was a little worried about changing how he looked too much)
Sadistic!Anon is laughing. I'm a terrible person, aren't I? It's just too much fun to be a tease :P
Oh, that sounds like fun. I have the feeling that they'd both end up laughing at each other and goofing off instead of messing around, but maybe it would just lead to really happy sex? IDK
England glared down at him, "You Americans really have no idea of how to savor things, do you?"
"It's more that you Brits have no idea of how to have fun," America said, grinning, "Now come on, don't make me ride you."
But then England did something he hadn't been expecting. He stopped and pulled out.
"What's that about?" America asked.
"I think I rather like the idea," England said, rolling the two of them over.
"But I-"
"I'm not doing a good enough job? Then do it yourself."
"Stop being a little bitch and do me already!"
"Will," England said, looking at him lustfully.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to know a secret?"
America rolled his eyes, "Sure."
"We Brits think that Americans are sexy," He leaned up so that he was right next to America's ear, "And do you know which Americans we really like?"
The blond couldn't help but shiver. Oh, he knew where England was going with this, but he still said, "No."
England chuckled, "Cowboys," And then licked his ear.
America groaned. Well, how could he say no to that? He sat up and carefully lowered himself onto England's cock.
"Oh, love," The older nation said, "That's marvelous."
"Thanks," America grunted, "You mind if I get started?"
England's head fell back against the pillows, "Go right ahead."
Once he got a rhythm going, America reached down and began to tease and lick at England's chest, paying special attention to that one his collar bone that drove him wild. England himself just laid back and let it all wash over him, eyes dark with desire and face red with exertion and lust.
It was no secret that they both enjoyed the position, if not for the way that they could admire each other's bodies then for the simple novelty of America being a cowboy. Although perhaps the novelty had faded after the first twenty or so times that England had required that they do it while America was in full cowboy gear (minus the jeans that were supposed to go under the chaps, of course. The leather had chafed like hell, but neither really cared).
Tonight, it was probably all about the odd combination of new and old. It was the familiarity of the position and feel of the other's body against the newly calculated masks that both of them wore. It was the way that those gorgeous green eyes and lovely bushy eyebrows were under pitch-black hair (although it was now back to its usual level of messy). It was the way that the light from the lamp on the bedside table reflected off of a cross that was in the spot on America's chest where his dog tags usually hung, although the silver color and position remained.
America couldn't tell how long they were moving together, but eventually the thrusts started to get sloppy, the bucks of England's hips not matching up to when America came down. The Brit beneath him was a beautiful shade of red and his eyes were half-closed. America didn't need a mirror to know that he looked the same way. England had been holding the younger man's hips, gently helping him ride, but America could handle it himself. He grabbed both of the smaller nation's hands. One he simply held onto for dear life, but the other he brought over his sorely neglected cock.
The younger nation leaned down so that he was at England's level, "Can you wait for me, sweetheart?" He whispered
"I- I should be able to."
"Awesome. Together, then!"
The two kissed and after a few more moments of sloppy movement each brought the other over the edge. America was fairly sure that England screamed his real name, but had no idea what came out of his own mouth as he spilled all over their joined hands. They'd both made it to orgasm without faltering so no one won this particular round, but America couldn't really bring himself to care.
The younger man pulled himself up, and England fell out with a squelching noise. America winced. Why was it that after-sex always had to be so gross and unsexy? It just wasn't fair.
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"So," he said, rolling off and plopping down next to his lover, "Black hair, huh?"
England shrugged, "I wanted to try something new. Do you like it?"
"It's different, I gotta say."
"Yes, but is that a good different, or a bad one?" England asked, scowling at him.
"…I sorta wanna refuse to answer so that you get all pissy."
"If you do that-"
"Nah, it's okay. I like the color on James," America said, not particularly in the mood to fight when he felt so spent. He lifted a hand and lazily ran it through the locks, "But my England is blond."
England blushed but instead of commenting on it said, "Oh lovely, you rubbed the hand with come all over it through my hair."
America looked at his fingers, "Oh yeah. Sorry about that…"
England shrugged, "Oh well, it's not the first time. But now we need to take a shower."
America grinned. He'd said "we." "Awesome! Can we just lay here for a while, though? If we're gonna have super awesome shower sex, we're gonna need to recharge a little."
England rolled his eyes, "I don't know how much you're going to want sex when I get wet: this dye washes out."
America thought for a moment, wondering if it would be off-putting to make love to someone who had color running down their body.
Not of it was England, he decided.
He looked at the bedside table: three-twenty-two. Well, the night wasn't young, but it wasn't so late that they had to go to sleep just yet. He sat up.
"What is it?"
"Let's go take that shower."
"Already?"
"Sure. I can scrub your head for a couple of minutes while we wait to get back in the game."
England rolled his eyes, and disposed of the condom in the trashcan he had put next to the bed earlier, "So what did you think?"
"I liked it. James is a lot more of a gentleman that you are."
"What did you say, wanker?" England demanded, glaring.
America stood and stuck out his tongue, "You wanna get me, you gotta get up."
"You are such a prat, you know that?"
"I donno what that word means, but I probably am," America grinned.
England sighed and held out his arms, "Oh, help me up, you great stupid thing."
"No problem, douche bag." America said, pulling the elder nation into a sitting position.
"You know what I think?" England asked as he got to his feet.
"Normally?" he asked, walking towards the bathroom, "'I can too cook, wanker,' 'my imaginary friends are better company than anything that really exists,' 'I am so lucky to have the sexiest and more heroic boyfriend on earth,' 'I'm totally jealous of America's awesome ideas and body so-'"
"Belt up!" England shouted, running over to America and punching him in the arm.
The younger nation just laughed, "Okay, okay. What do you think, England?"
"I was going to say that I'm surprised that the building we were in didn't collapse: you managed to come up with someone who was even more of a spoiled brat than you are. I didn't think that much whining could be held in one space."
"I had to divide by zero to do it," America said, beaming and holding up a finger.
England couldn't help but laugh at the younger nation, and America smiled at the noise. "Come on, you silly sod," He said, tugging the taller man into the bathroom and shutting the door, "Get this out of my hair."
"Gladly," America said, guiding them into the shower and closing the curtain.
Oh, it had definitely been a good night, and it seemed like it was only going to get better.
End~
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I really liked the parts about "British" accent and how people seem to think that London is the only thing in the island.
England's commitment to the role (his backstory, the new look) was totally adorable: I can see England being super duper serious about everything he does. And go him for not slipping out of character when America started telling him about his ex! I LOL'd.
Black-haired England must be stunning with those green eyes he has but I loved America's "But my England is blond." It was really sweet ♥
The last part with all their fooling around and banter was great and SO IC!
I loved everything about this fill. Thank you so much, anon!
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Yeah, that whole "Typical American view of Britain" thing bugs me a lot, because really what I love about the country is really all the parts that aren't what we see every day on TV and the posh accent is one of the less sexy ones out there (I actually prefer a real London accent any day~ <3)
I really wanted to make England really into it, mostly because of his history of writers and stuff. I almost wanted to have America pretend to be really stupid and ask him if he was Harry Potter, but I realized that making him kind of a more bitchy uke was funny (I actually based him off of some portrayals of England that I've seen).
I'm glad that you enjoyed the end. That kind of sweet fluffy yet tsundere stuff is more my forte, honestly, and I was glad that I found a way to work it in somewhere. Also, I must admit, one of the biggest things that gets me about any role playing, S&M or not, is talking afterwards, when the couple gets to be themselves for a while. I don’t know why, it’s just my favorite part, especially with these two. Those boys are so wonderfully gay, and I adore their natural dynamic on all sorts of levels.
Oh, and yes, Black Haired!Iggy is very, very, very sexy in my brain at least. Especially with tight pants. Yes. (A!A is happy you liked it, because she was a little worried about changing how he looked too much)
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HOT
You got me wet, author!anon. Good job. Just, wow. Needing a cold shower...
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Their next roleplay is going to be America pretending to be Arthur or British man, while England pretend to be Alfred or American.
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Oh, that sounds like fun. I have the feeling that they'd both end up laughing at each other and goofing off instead of messing around, but maybe it would just lead to really happy sex? IDK
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