The Hot Babysitter [4/??]
anonymous
August 25 2011, 22:51:11 UTC
For Alfred, it’s different. It’s gradual and starts early, with hormones, acne, wet dreams about faceless women and awkward classmate cameos.
One day he goes over to the Kirklands’ a little early, nothing special, and walks in without knocking (also nothing special, he hasn’t knocked in years). “Hey, I’m here!” he calls into the house, leaning off the banister with one hand and looking up the stairs to see if anyone’s upstairs.
“Come on up, Alfred!” Arthur’s voice calls from far away. Al takes the stairs two at a time and goes to the master bedroom, heading towards the noise of a person coming from the attached bathroom.
Arthur is in a towel and unbuttoned shirt, toothbrush in his mouth and combing his hair. Alfred stops in the doorway. “Sorry about this, but I’m in a hurry,” Arthur apologizes when he takes the toothbrush out and spits in the sink. “There’s some leftovers in the fridge if you want to heat them up, and some frozen dinners in the freezer if you don’t. Peter’s downstairs in the game room, at least last time I checked.” He buttons up his shirt and pushes past Al in the doorway to dig in his dresser for underwear, too rushed to notice that he’s practically naked in front of his babysitter, even if that babysitter is his same gender. “I’ve got an exam in my chemistry class today, but I should be home by eight, nine at the latest.” Al averts his eyes when he lets the towel fall so he can hop into boxers, then jeans.
“Sounds good. Does Peter have homework I should make him do?”
“How should I know? Ask the demon child himself.” Arthur hops around again as he puts on his socks, and Al decides to help and brings over the trainers that Arthur always wears. “Thanks, lad.” Arthur smiles at him, and his heart does a funny flip in his chest.
“Well, good luck on your test!” Al says brightly, turning and running from the room to go hide in Peter’s video games with him.
“Alfred?” Arthur calls when he’s at the bottom of the stairs. Al turns to look up at him where he’s standing at the top of them.
“Yeah?” Arthur smiles.
“Thanks for doing this. I don’t say that enough.”
Al shrugs and grins. “Hey, you pay me for it.” Arthur laughs, and Al’s heart flips and soars like a roller coaster.
One day he goes over to the Kirklands’ a little early, nothing special, and walks in without knocking (also nothing special, he hasn’t knocked in years). “Hey, I’m here!” he calls into the house, leaning off the banister with one hand and looking up the stairs to see if anyone’s upstairs.
“Come on up, Alfred!” Arthur’s voice calls from far away. Al takes the stairs two at a time and goes to the master bedroom, heading towards the noise of a person coming from the attached bathroom.
Arthur is in a towel and unbuttoned shirt, toothbrush in his mouth and combing his hair. Alfred stops in the doorway. “Sorry about this, but I’m in a hurry,” Arthur apologizes when he takes the toothbrush out and spits in the sink. “There’s some leftovers in the fridge if you want to heat them up, and some frozen dinners in the freezer if you don’t. Peter’s downstairs in the game room, at least last time I checked.” He buttons up his shirt and pushes past Al in the doorway to dig in his dresser for underwear, too rushed to notice that he’s practically naked in front of his babysitter, even if that babysitter is his same gender. “I’ve got an exam in my chemistry class today, but I should be home by eight, nine at the latest.” Al averts his eyes when he lets the towel fall so he can hop into boxers, then jeans.
“Sounds good. Does Peter have homework I should make him do?”
“How should I know? Ask the demon child himself.” Arthur hops around again as he puts on his socks, and Al decides to help and brings over the trainers that Arthur always wears. “Thanks, lad.” Arthur smiles at him, and his heart does a funny flip in his chest.
“Well, good luck on your test!” Al says brightly, turning and running from the room to go hide in Peter’s video games with him.
“Alfred?” Arthur calls when he’s at the bottom of the stairs. Al turns to look up at him where he’s standing at the top of them.
“Yeah?” Arthur smiles.
“Thanks for doing this. I don’t say that enough.”
Al shrugs and grins. “Hey, you pay me for it.” Arthur laughs, and Al’s heart flips and soars like a roller coaster.
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