Attachment 5/?
anonymous
October 16 2012, 04:45:25 UTC
He remembered his bookstore. He still hadn’t flipped the sign yet. “Alfred, get whatever you want, I’ll be back,” he ordered as he walked out of the room towards his main entrance. He flipped the sign of his shop to “Closed” and stalked back inside the room. He saw Alfred taking out bottles of his stronger liquors and some ice, and half of him wanted to be angry at him for choosing his expensive set but the other half wanted to appreciate him for having a fine taste.
He took two glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the center table, pushing one glass towards the American. He sat on his couch and the taller blonde sat beside him. Arthur wasn’t sure why he was allowing Alfred to drink with him. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
Taking some ice cubes and putting it on his glass, Arthur turned to Alfred and said, “Let’s drink some scotch.” Alfred nodded and poured himself a glass.
---USUK---
‘I’m not drunk,’ Arthur thought to himself. He was now in his fifth glass, and the ice had melted already. He sluggishly gazed at his very handsome drinking partner, pouring another glass of scotch and no hint of being drunk. Why was he looking so calm about everything?
Arthur leaned further into the couch, his head slightly throbbing. “I’m not drunk,” he muttered to himself.
He felt he was being watched. He turned to his right, and saw intense blue gaze directed at him. Arthur had to gulp. Why was he looking that way? He unconsciously licked his lips, his tongue peeking out and running over the bottom lip. Eye contact was still present, and Arthur felt his pulse increase, his face flushing, and he felt warm all over. He wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or something else.
Arthur couldn’t take it. Those blue eyes boring at him were too much. He broke away, and looked at the floor, noting the patterns on the wooden tiles. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. This sudden attraction to a man he practically just met was too much. But he had seen each other before, well, the other’s back, mostly. And he wasn’t sure what this man’s cup of tea was. If he even swung that way.
He closed his eyes, the headache and the warring emotions getting into him. He wasn’t drunk, he insisted on himself. He wasn’t dizzy or imagining the dipping of the couch next to him…?
Arthur snapped open his green eyes and saw a hand in front of him, moving closer to cup his face. Before he could react, his head was turned to face Alfred. Beautiful, stunning, handsome Alfred. Not even his not-drunken mind could deny the facts presented to him. He felt a thumb brush his cheek, and he knew he was blushing so bad because that was a very intimate gesture.
What the bloody hell was going on?
Before his mind could answer him, he felt lips brush against his own, and since he was not drunk, he pressed against them, feeling those chapped lips against his soft ones. Arthur’s senses went overboard, sending messages to his brain to drop everything and enjoy the ride.
Inhibition thrown out from the window, Arthur’s hand snaked around the American’s neck, grasping his hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss as he opened his mouth to meet Alfred’s wandering tongue. He fisted the man’s shirt and pulled him closer, both their chests touching. Warm hands travelled his torso, feeling him up and he couldn’t stop the blissful sigh that escaped from his lips. Alfred took them again, nibbling his lower lip. He then moved from his lips to kiss his cheek, and then went down below his ear and bit the flesh he found there. Arthur moaned out loud, his hands roamed around Alfred’s back, urging him to do more.
Alfred slipped his hands underneath Arthur’s shirt, feeling the warm body, searching for his chest. He rubbed against one hard nipple, and the green-eyed blonde shuddered with pleasure. Alfred broke the kiss and hurriedly removed Arthur’s shirt and threw it on the floor. He peppered the exposed chest with kisses as his fingers ran over the flat abdomen and reaching to unbuckle the belt.
Arthur clung to the blonde head kissing his chest, loving every second of it. It had been so long since he felt this hot, since he was loved like this. He wanted this. He wanted this to happen so damn much.
He took two glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the center table, pushing one glass towards the American. He sat on his couch and the taller blonde sat beside him. Arthur wasn’t sure why he was allowing Alfred to drink with him. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
Taking some ice cubes and putting it on his glass, Arthur turned to Alfred and said, “Let’s drink some scotch.” Alfred nodded and poured himself a glass.
---USUK---
‘I’m not drunk,’ Arthur thought to himself. He was now in his fifth glass, and the ice had melted already. He sluggishly gazed at his very handsome drinking partner, pouring another glass of scotch and no hint of being drunk. Why was he looking so calm about everything?
Arthur leaned further into the couch, his head slightly throbbing. “I’m not drunk,” he muttered to himself.
He felt he was being watched. He turned to his right, and saw intense blue gaze directed at him. Arthur had to gulp. Why was he looking that way? He unconsciously licked his lips, his tongue peeking out and running over the bottom lip. Eye contact was still present, and Arthur felt his pulse increase, his face flushing, and he felt warm all over. He wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or something else.
Arthur couldn’t take it. Those blue eyes boring at him were too much. He broke away, and looked at the floor, noting the patterns on the wooden tiles. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. This sudden attraction to a man he practically just met was too much. But he had seen each other before, well, the other’s back, mostly. And he wasn’t sure what this man’s cup of tea was. If he even swung that way.
He closed his eyes, the headache and the warring emotions getting into him. He wasn’t drunk, he insisted on himself. He wasn’t dizzy or imagining the dipping of the couch next to him…?
Arthur snapped open his green eyes and saw a hand in front of him, moving closer to cup his face. Before he could react, his head was turned to face Alfred. Beautiful, stunning, handsome Alfred. Not even his not-drunken mind could deny the facts presented to him. He felt a thumb brush his cheek, and he knew he was blushing so bad because that was a very intimate gesture.
What the bloody hell was going on?
Before his mind could answer him, he felt lips brush against his own, and since he was not drunk, he pressed against them, feeling those chapped lips against his soft ones. Arthur’s senses went overboard, sending messages to his brain to drop everything and enjoy the ride.
Inhibition thrown out from the window, Arthur’s hand snaked around the American’s neck, grasping his hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss as he opened his mouth to meet Alfred’s wandering tongue. He fisted the man’s shirt and pulled him closer, both their chests touching. Warm hands travelled his torso, feeling him up and he couldn’t stop the blissful sigh that escaped from his lips. Alfred took them again, nibbling his lower lip. He then moved from his lips to kiss his cheek, and then went down below his ear and bit the flesh he found there. Arthur moaned out loud, his hands roamed around Alfred’s back, urging him to do more.
Alfred slipped his hands underneath Arthur’s shirt, feeling the warm body, searching for his chest. He rubbed against one hard nipple, and the green-eyed blonde shuddered with pleasure. Alfred broke the kiss and hurriedly removed Arthur’s shirt and threw it on the floor. He peppered the exposed chest with kisses as his fingers ran over the flat abdomen and reaching to unbuckle the belt.
Arthur clung to the blonde head kissing his chest, loving every second of it. It had been so long since he felt this hot, since he was loved like this. He wanted this. He wanted this to happen so damn much.
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