Re: Theatre Adventures 3/4
anonymous
June 20 2012, 19:38:45 UTC
Well, last part finally up. Again, I'm sorry about the confusion. LJ never did really make sense to me. *facepalm* Please accept this final response to your fabulous prompt as my most sincere appology ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A quick jerk of his neck, and Arthur found his lips dominated by Alfred's, swallowing the moan that sounded like a sob. Arthur blushed furiously as he floated -like those two…one people…person- down from his high.
What if someone heard? What if they found them like this? They'd be humiliated! They'd be…crying? Crying? Several people were crying, some even louder than he had. The sweat continued to drip down his face making his eyes sting. Wait, no…it wasn't sweat. It was…tears? He was crying?
"Alfred." His voice was hoarse from withholding cries and from…from…
"Arthur~, sexy beast," Alfred whispered, nipping his lover's ear. "You're so cute when you cry like that. So cute." A quick snuggle and Arthur was lifted up so he was no longer…full. He blushed deeply, especially when he redid his jeans and slid back into his original chair. But through the whole thing, Alfred never let go of the hand he'd held over his lover's heart, although he had switched hands for better reach.
Someone was talking rather loud. Arthur blinked stupidly for a few moments before he finally realized it was near the end of the movie and the old lady person was talking. That meant he'd missed the end. Oh well, at least he ended. Er, finished, er came, er…nevermind.
The credits started rolling and the audience began to stand, stretch, wipe their eyes, and walk out. One young woman walked down the aisle but stopped when she got close enough to the two nations and leaned over the back of the chair. "Aww, it's so nice to see a guy cry over this movie too." She smiled brightly, wiped a stray tear from her eye, then left leaving Arthur the blush madly and hid his face in his free hand.
When the lights finally brightened, Alfred stood, straightened his jeans, and pulled Arthur along with him. Arthur wobbled on his feet before finally managing to stand on his own. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, then grabbed Alfred by the lapels of his shirt and shook him hard.
"You. Me. Your house. Bedroom. Yesterday!"
Alfred blinked cornflower blue eyes in surprise, before smiling gently and cradling Arthur's hands in his. A brief brush of his lips on Arthur's cheeks, brushing away the stray tears he loved, than kissed his lover full on the lips. When he pulled away, Arthur's eyes were closed, golden lashes brushing alabaster cheeks.
"Of course. But I warn you. I'm driving the speed limit."
Arthur's eyes burst open, burning with all the power of the former British Empire. "Don't you dare."
Alfred smirked with all the swagger of the United States of America on the Fouth of July, and leaned just close enough to tease. "Oh, Iggy, I so dare." A wink, and he was walking away, hips swaying casually, hands in his pockets, and whistling a tune gaily leaving England a shaking, needing mess.
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A quick jerk of his neck, and Arthur found his lips dominated by Alfred's, swallowing the moan that sounded like a sob. Arthur blushed furiously as he floated -like those two…one people…person- down from his high.
What if someone heard? What if they found them like this? They'd be humiliated! They'd be…crying? Crying? Several people were crying, some even louder than he had. The sweat continued to drip down his face making his eyes sting. Wait, no…it wasn't sweat. It was…tears? He was crying?
"Alfred." His voice was hoarse from withholding cries and from…from…
"Arthur~, sexy beast," Alfred whispered, nipping his lover's ear. "You're so cute when you cry like that. So cute." A quick snuggle and Arthur was lifted up so he was no longer…full. He blushed deeply, especially when he redid his jeans and slid back into his original chair. But through the whole thing, Alfred never let go of the hand he'd held over his lover's heart, although he had switched hands for better reach.
Someone was talking rather loud. Arthur blinked stupidly for a few moments before he finally realized it was near the end of the movie and the old lady person was talking. That meant he'd missed the end. Oh well, at least he ended. Er, finished, er came, er…nevermind.
The credits started rolling and the audience began to stand, stretch, wipe their eyes, and walk out. One young woman walked down the aisle but stopped when she got close enough to the two nations and leaned over the back of the chair. "Aww, it's so nice to see a guy cry over this movie too." She smiled brightly, wiped a stray tear from her eye, then left leaving Arthur the blush madly and hid his face in his free hand.
When the lights finally brightened, Alfred stood, straightened his jeans, and pulled Arthur along with him. Arthur wobbled on his feet before finally managing to stand on his own. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, then grabbed Alfred by the lapels of his shirt and shook him hard.
"You. Me. Your house. Bedroom. Yesterday!"
Alfred blinked cornflower blue eyes in surprise, before smiling gently and cradling Arthur's hands in his. A brief brush of his lips on Arthur's cheeks, brushing away the stray tears he loved, than kissed his lover full on the lips. When he pulled away, Arthur's eyes were closed, golden lashes brushing alabaster cheeks.
"Of course. But I warn you. I'm driving the speed limit."
Arthur's eyes burst open, burning with all the power of the former British Empire. "Don't you dare."
Alfred smirked with all the swagger of the United States of America on the Fouth of July, and leaned just close enough to tease. "Oh, Iggy, I so dare." A wink, and he was walking away, hips swaying casually, hands in his pockets, and whistling a tune gaily leaving England a shaking, needing mess.
"The hell you will."
Thus, the fun began.
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;)
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