this is the kiss (4/4)
anonymous
May 14 2009, 07:18:49 UTC
This is the Kiss - part four
But a moment later Alfred's back, tugging him up, "Come on, come on!", smiling all pleased with himself. So it's probably not a cab. Matthew follows him to the private room that it turns out Alfred's arranged for them, and a couple of ladies come in and Matthew sits properly with them and appreciates their nipples and all that, appreciates them up close and properly when one of them wants to give him a lap dance. Or maybe she doesn't really want to, but she doesn't seem to mind and Alfred is very encouraging about the matter. He seems to like it, grins and winks at Matthew when their eyes meet, and Matthew feels a giggle so he has to stop looking at Alfred because really, in this position, what is he going to put in his mouth? So Matthew stops looking and just sits there properly enjoying his lap dance, only giving Alfred a glance or two to see if Alfred's taking notice of just how properly Matthew is doing this, right down to the little bit of hard-on he's starting to sport.
His erection never really gets all the way there, so Matthew doesn't either. No happy ending for Matthew tonight. He smiles wryly as they finally leave the club hours later, not quite kicked out but they did close it down. It's morning, technically, but it still looks like night. Pre-dawn. And fucking cold. Matthew feels sober suddenly, though of course he can't be. He's only in that lucid pocket. Still, he feels it. "Let's walk," he says, turning to Alfred. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah," Alfred smiles. So they do. They walk, and Matthew isn't sure if they're walking towards his hotel or Alfred's place, or looking for somewhere to grab a bite, or just walking around a little. Doesn't matter; they're walking together, alone.
They're on 2nd Avenue somewhere in the mid-60s when Matthew stops. Alfred stops too. "You okay, Matt?"
"Yeah," Matthew says. He tilts his head back until he's looking straight up, not really looking at anything, just. He exhales; he can see his own breath. "Yeah, hey," he says, coming back down and looking at Alfred now and smiling: "Hey, Alfred," he says, "I'm not really sober."
"Right," Alfred says.
"But I'm not really drunk."
"Right."
"Alfred," Matthew says. "Hey, Alfred--" And Alfred's looking at him, curl of his smile and curl of his quirked brow, and the curl in Matthew's throat is threatening to unfurl and Matthew doesn't know if the same thing that works on a giggle works on a curl, but there you go, and he puts his mouth to Alfred's.
Alfred's lips aren't as cold as Matthew thought they'd be, or maybe they're the same cold as Matthew's and that's why he can't feel it. Can't feel the cold, but he can feel his mouth on Alfred's, Alfred against him.
He feels it when Alfred winds the curl of Matthew's forelock around his finger; Matthew feels the tug down to his toes, feels it from the base of his cock to the tip. His mouth slips open more; his lips cling to Alfred's skin so he won't slip off as a soft moan escapes him.
Matthew feels it when Alfred shifts against him. Opening to him, fitting to him. So warm, Matthew shivers. Then Alfred's arms come up around Matthew, draw him closer in, and Alfred laughs into him, his vibrations rolling softly over Matthew's tongue and Matthew swallows, swallows Alfred down inside.
Re: this is the kiss (4/4)
anonymous
May 14 2009, 11:18:28 UTC
Humble anon thinks you did a better job than what OP requested. You didn't make either of them lame or stereotypical, or "kawaiiiiiii so cuuuuuuuute mooooooeeeee". You made them them, and that takes much more skill and finesse.
So I salute and commend you, anon. This was nice to read, and if you'd stuck closer to the prompt, I know I would have quickly mashed the back button.
Re: this is the kiss (4/4)
anonymous
May 14 2009, 16:57:31 UTC
Author!anon thanks you most sincerely, Anon! After I finished writing, I must have spent an hour looking for the "first kiss" request. Right as I had given up on finding it, it suddenly hit me that I noted the wrong thing for the request. I wasn't sure if I should even post it, but your lovely words have made me feel much better about it. Thank you again!
Re: this is the kiss (4/4)
anonymous
May 14 2009, 16:53:46 UTC
Thank you, Anon! Author!anon thinks Matthew was probably embarrassed himself (at least once he sobered up enough to recall it clearly), but suspects Alfred found it adorable...
Re: this is the kiss (4/4)
anonymous
May 16 2009, 00:50:53 UTC
Matthew just reminded me why I don't drink alcohol anymore. XD
Also, this is spectacular! I like the dynamic you gave them and how the whole thing was done so well from Matthew's perspective. It was really sweet and altogether a fantastic story. Thank you very much for writing it!
Re: this is the kiss (4/4)
anonymous
May 16 2009, 01:16:00 UTC
Author!anon is very happy you enjoyed, and thank you for reading it! Yes, Matthew...well, he made a bit of a spectacle of himself, didn't he? Alfred still thought he was hot, though--which probably says as much about Alfred as it does about Matthew!
But a moment later Alfred's back, tugging him up, "Come on, come on!", smiling all pleased with himself. So it's probably not a cab. Matthew follows him to the private room that it turns out Alfred's arranged for them, and a couple of ladies come in and Matthew sits properly with them and appreciates their nipples and all that, appreciates them up close and properly when one of them wants to give him a lap dance. Or maybe she doesn't really want to, but she doesn't seem to mind and Alfred is very encouraging about the matter. He seems to like it, grins and winks at Matthew when their eyes meet, and Matthew feels a giggle so he has to stop looking at Alfred because really, in this position, what is he going to put in his mouth? So Matthew stops looking and just sits there properly enjoying his lap dance, only giving Alfred a glance or two to see if Alfred's taking notice of just how properly Matthew is doing this, right down to the little bit of hard-on he's starting to sport.
His erection never really gets all the way there, so Matthew doesn't either. No happy ending for Matthew tonight. He smiles wryly as they finally leave the club hours later, not quite kicked out but they did close it down. It's morning, technically, but it still looks like night. Pre-dawn. And fucking cold. Matthew feels sober suddenly, though of course he can't be. He's only in that lucid pocket. Still, he feels it. "Let's walk," he says, turning to Alfred. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah," Alfred smiles. So they do. They walk, and Matthew isn't sure if they're walking towards his hotel or Alfred's place, or looking for somewhere to grab a bite, or just walking around a little. Doesn't matter; they're walking together, alone.
They're on 2nd Avenue somewhere in the mid-60s when Matthew stops. Alfred stops too. "You okay, Matt?"
"Yeah," Matthew says. He tilts his head back until he's looking straight up, not really looking at anything, just. He exhales; he can see his own breath. "Yeah, hey," he says, coming back down and looking at Alfred now and smiling: "Hey, Alfred," he says, "I'm not really sober."
"Right," Alfred says.
"But I'm not really drunk."
"Right."
"Alfred," Matthew says. "Hey, Alfred--" And Alfred's looking at him, curl of his smile and curl of his quirked brow, and the curl in Matthew's throat is threatening to unfurl and Matthew doesn't know if the same thing that works on a giggle works on a curl, but there you go, and he puts his mouth to Alfred's.
Alfred's lips aren't as cold as Matthew thought they'd be, or maybe they're the same cold as Matthew's and that's why he can't feel it. Can't feel the cold, but he can feel his mouth on Alfred's, Alfred against him.
He feels it when Alfred winds the curl of Matthew's forelock around his finger; Matthew feels the tug down to his toes, feels it from the base of his cock to the tip. His mouth slips open more; his lips cling to Alfred's skin so he won't slip off as a soft moan escapes him.
Matthew feels it when Alfred shifts against him. Opening to him, fitting to him. So warm, Matthew shivers. Then Alfred's arms come up around Matthew, draw him closer in, and Alfred laughs into him, his vibrations rolling softly over Matthew's tongue and Matthew swallows, swallows Alfred down inside.
And this; oh yes, oh, this, this is the kiss.
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So I salute and commend you, anon. This was nice to read, and if you'd stuck closer to the prompt, I know I would have quickly mashed the back button.
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i was actually thinking of filling this myself, too! xD
i really enjoyed it ♥
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Also, this is spectacular! I like the dynamic you gave them and how the whole thing was done so well from Matthew's perspective. It was really sweet and altogether a fantastic story. Thank you very much for writing it!
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