[Fanfic] And All That Jazz 12/?
Title: And All That Jazz
Pairings: Alfred (US)/ Arthur (UK)
Characters: America and England with the band.
Rating: M
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Alfred is approached by the Student Body President, Arthur, for help on his math exam. They hate each other, but maybe opposites can attract with the help of something unexpected.
This chapter: Alfred's birthday and Arthur's first Fourth of July. Not so bad after all.
It was nearing noon when Alfred texted me, complaining he had yet to see me or any of this "surprise" I had hinted at for the past few days. I had been driving in my car to pick him up, nearing his street, but "forgot" to tell him I was heading over. I couldn't help but smile at seeing his impatience. There were just some things about the boy that were very childlike and, while I loved to tease him about it, I admired him for it. He had been physically and emotionally abused for, as far as I knew, a few years now and yet had retained that childish quirk to him that most never had even as a child.
It was far too charming most days, annoying other days.
Today was Alfred's birthday, though, so I had to go with charming. I was doing everything I could to remain happy, considering it was a holiday I had never once celebrated and I was under a lot of stress to make sure the surprise was going smoothly. Of course there were many problems, mainly in the name of Gilbert and Antonio.
The duo had decided to team up and press all of the wrong buttons for an entire week. Whether it be Gilbert with his roaming hands or Antonio with his double meaning sentences. I tried to give Antonio a break seeing as English was his second language and he might not have a full grasp on the language yet. Although, certain things such as "Your hands are marvelous. I wonder what else they can do" really made me wonder.
Gilbert has no excuse.
Since the band started doing exclusive practice in preparation for Alfred and Matthew's birthday party, I've caught Gilbert staring at my butt five times, each day, as well as have his long fingers slide into my back pockets while he leans far too close. One day I punched him in the jaw that sent him sprawling onto the floor where everyone, but me, laughed at him.
"Do not touch me again!" I seethed, practically spitting venom at him.
"Oh come on, Eyebrows," he started.
I aimed another blow at his head, but he dodged it just before I connected with his temple. "Don't call me that!"
That was Alfred's nickname. Even Francis didn't call me that. He preferred Caterpillar 'Brows.
"Then can I call you Sexy Mama?" Gilbert smiled up at me with that toothy grin where I could see his canines clearly. It disturbed me.
This time I picked up a chair and came at him. The band stopped me as Gilbert scrambled out of the room, his hands out in defense. After that, one would think he'd stop.
Yeah, I thought so too.
A jingle and a vibration from my phone snapped me back to reality. I was grateful to escape those tortuous memories of Gilbert and his hands and those eyes and that smile and-
" 'Ello?" I answered, remembering to lay on my accent as thick as possible. Alfred loved that the most.
"I'm bored!" he whined. I glared at the phone, hoping for a better reaction than that. "Come see me, Arthur."
I couldn't suppress the shiver as Alfred purred into the phone. That was the reaction I was looking for and responded to much better.
Grateful Alfred couldn't see my red face or the loopy smile on my face, I replied. "I'm coming to get you in a moment, you impatient boy."
"No, no, call me lad."
"You hate when I call you that," I chuckled.
Alfred made a sound like he was thinking. I could see those eyes looking up as he pretended to mull over something that wasn't there. "Yeah, but I want to hear it today. It sounds great in your little British accent."
"Fine. Are you ready? I'm about to pull up to your house," I said as I turned the corner onto his street. After his confrontation with his father I hadn't returned to the house. Still, I knew where it was off of memory. That and a map that I printed off of the internet.
"Yeah!" He quickly hung up.
I slapped my phone shut, looking out my passenger window to see Alfred jump out the front door of his house. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder. Ah, he's planning on spending the night. I couldn't help but smile as he climbed into my car.
"Hey!" he exclaimed breathlessly. He leaned over, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, which I returned, before settling into his seat. "So! Where are we going?"
I looked behind him anxiously. Alfred looked as well, but returned his face to me confused. "Something wrong?"
"Where's Matthew?" I asked.
At this, Alfred looked down at his lap. I gripped the wheel, nervous something had happened again. Scared another lie was forming in the American's brain. No, please, not on this special day.
"He moved already," Alfred said suddenly. I was relieved at the absence of any lie, but showed my initial surprise. "I didn't want to tell you until…later. I mean, he's still going to come for our performance Saturday so there's no worry about it and he was going to tell everyone then. It's just, mom wanted out…now."
I nodded, vividly recalling that man the poor woman was married to. While in Alfred's house I had managed to get a glimpse of a picture of his mother. She was a beautiful lady, the same blonde hair the twins sported and the same almost violet eyes that Matthew had. However, even in the photo I could sense the sadness in her small smile as she stood beside her two grown boys, taller than her by a few good centimeters.
I wanted to say so much. Something to comfort Alfred. The last time he had been so open, I comforted him with my arms holding him and my hands caressing him. This time, he wasn't crying, but he might as well have been. His twin was gone and he had been split in two. What a horrific birthday present from his family.
Somehow, hope spread slowly through my veins. If his family had failed him on his eighteenth birthday, then I wouldn't.
I reached a hand out to take his, squeezing it gently until Alfred looked at me. The blue hue standing out so much more at the prospect of tears. And yet, he managed a flicker of a smile for me. I returned to smile tenfold, trying my best to reflect the strength I was summing up for him.
"You'll be fine." I found that was all I could say. And believed it.
His family and life had thrown so much at him. Before we had gotten together, he had found a way. Some way. With me at his side now, he would have an easier time. I would make it easier. I would protect him. Even if that meant I took the pain.
Alfred's smile broke through his momentary sadness, culminating in a full grin as he agreed. "You're right. Ah, what am I doing? It's my birthday!"
I laughed, sitting straight in my seat, but keeping hold of his hand. "Happy Birthday, love."
"Ah, I love it when you call me that," he sighed.
"Then I'll always call you it." I turned to face the street, doing my best to not feel a weight sinking into the pit of my stomach.
Can you handle it?
"Arthur? What's going on?"
"Almost there."
"Come on, I can't see!"
"You'll see soon, love. Now keep hold of my hand."
"Am I going to run into anything?"
"Alfred, shush."
"…Hey, we could do something really kinky right now."
"S-SHUT UP!"
My hand shot out to find the light switch, fumbling against the wall as Alfred's hands suddenly ran up underneath the back of my shirt. Goosebumps prickled on my skin. I found the switch, quickly turning it on.
"SURPRISE!"
Alfred screamed, stumbling back into the door. I remained where I was and quickly fixed my shirt. Gilbert was already staring.
"What… What's going on?" Alfred asked as he worked to compose himself.
"This is your surprise party, mi hermano!" Antonio rushed over, putting a birthday party hat atop Alfred's head.
"A party?" Alfred looked up at the Spaniard with wide, innocent eyes. "For me?"
"Si. Do you not know a birthday party when you see one?" Antonio laughed as he helped Alfred stand up. He gave him a pat on the back, shoving him out towards the crowd of people.
I had led Alfred to Roderich's house, a place he'd never seen before. Once there, we snuck in through the back entrance. The Austrian's house was so massive I convinced Alfred that it was really a hotel resort. It worked as Alfred quickly pretended to be a spy, even giving himself his own theme music. Once inside, I made a beeline for the living room where I knew the curtains had been drawn, the lights turned off, and everyone hiding in anticipation.
At first I was extremely nervous of inviting so many people, especially since many I was unsure if they were still Alfred's friends given the recent episode at school. However, I was amazed that so many replied so quickly. But, overtime I learned quite a few was there for free food. Well, at least the football team was. I decided that I'd do my best to keep Alfred away from them for as long as I possibly could.
"I've…I've never had a birthday party," Alfred whispered, his eyes looking from one person to the next. "I mean…not since I was eleven."
"Arthur did it," Gilbert said suddenly. He smirked in my general direction forcing me to look away with a red face. "He put the entire thing together."
"Qui, but it was also for our dear Mathieu. Where is he?" Francis asked, his face looking around expectantly.
Alfred didn't miss a beat. "He's out with the folks today. I told them I wouldn't join since Arthur told me he was planning something. But…"
He looked at me, tenderness in his eyes as he came closer. "I had no idea he was planning something like…this."
"Oh please," I scoffed. "It's nothing but a party."
"Yeah, but it's a party you put on for me…," Alfred murmured, closing the distance between us.
"Alfred, there are people here," I grumbled, trying to move away from those arms encircling me. But Alfred didn't care. He never cared. Bloody prat. There were still people present that didn't accept our lifestyle.
"Give him a kiss!" Gilbert shouted.
"GO FOR IT!" Elizaveta screamed from the back. I think she was holding a camera.
And then Alfred's lips were on mine. It wasn't passionate, but it wasn't short. It was tender and sweet, pressing and sucking lightly on mine, stealing my breath without making my mouth open. My hands automatically went to grasp at his arms as I felt my knees go weak. A few people cooed in approval while others remained stoic.
Then, Gilbert's horn softly broke through the atmosphere. It was accompanied by Elizaveta playing the trombone and Roderich on the cello. It was the first song we had all practiced. I knew I wasn't needed to perform for this song, so instead, I decided on something else. I broke the kiss as softly as Alfred had started it.
"Alfred, may I have this dance?" I asked. I took a few steps back, bowing slightly, as I held my hand out.
He nodded, speechless, taking my hand and wrapping the other around my waist. We started a slow, romantic dance. A few other couples had joined us in dancing as Francis' voice rang out in the expansive living room. We had chosen Roderich's house for a reason. The floor was marble and the walls were perfect for sound quality. Bless his parents for agreeing to leave for the day.
"You're nobody 'till somebody loves you… You're nobody 'till somebody cares…"
"I love you, Arthur," Alfred whispered. He put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. A small smile, most unlike his other forced ones, was ghosting his lips.
I could only caress that sweet face, soaking in the love he was giving me without words. I could fall forever into that. Forever into Alfred.
"I love you too…"
"Are you enjoying your party?" I asked Alfred.
It had been an hour later and the band was on break. After our first dance, I excused myself to continue playing a few other songs while Alfred mingled with his guests. Some were genuinely happy to see him, expressing their well wishes, while others passed him by. Nothing could bring down the boy, though. He was far too caught up in the happiness that today was rightfully his day.
Alfred looked up from his plate of cookies and assorted chips. He jumped up, hugging me tightly. "It's amazing! Thank you so much, Artie!"
I shot him an annoyed look. He laughed, covering his mouth as he stepped away.
"Oops! Sorry. I forgot. Arthur."
I rolled my eyes. "Forget it. It's your birthday. I'll let it pass just this once."
"Yeah, well, how are you enjoying your first Fourth of July? Pretty awesome, huh?" Alfred eyed the fireworks stash sitting near the fireplace. Everyone had been told that we wouldn't set off a single one until it neared dinner time.
"I'm ignoring the fact that so many people are rejoicing the loss of my country from this continent and focusing on the fact that you were born today instead," I replied, taking a sip of my juice.
Alfred laughed, stuffing his face with some chips. We watched a few people nearby chattering on aimlessly. It was nice to just be there with Alfred, not having to talk, and still enjoying each other's company. Alfred was slowly slipping into quiet moments these days, especially when I knitted or made tea. He preferred to just watch me or stare off into space rather than talk.
"So!" he said, interrupting the moment. "Did you decide on what you wanna do at college? Remember when we had our second tutor session? I asked if you knew what to do and you said no."
"I didn't say no," I said, recalling the day. "I explained that it will come in time when I reach college. However… I believe I have made a choice."
"Yeah?" Alfred smiled, inching closer in anticipation. It was quite cute.
"I believe I want to do something in the fields of writing or teaching. I've found that I really enjoy writing and immersing myself in the English language." I smiled into my juice.
"That's awesome!" Alfred exclaimed. "Aw Artie, I'm so proud of you!"
"Yes, well, what of you?" I asked, trying to ignore the blush on my face. "What have you thought of doing?"
Alfred looked up, that young smile returning. I believe I saw a glimmer in his eyes as well. So adorable.
"Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to do something with science. Maybe be a scientist or an astronomer. Maybe even an astronaut! Ya know? Just something really cool like that!" He smiled at me with all the youthful bliss of a child.
But it was erased at the sight of my expression. I had a sarcastic smile, amazed he really thought of such an improbable future, and was laughing quietly under my breath.
"How silly," I said.
Alfred turned away at once, his mood dropping quickly. I knew I had made a mistake.
"No, I mean!" I reached out to grab his arm. "Alfred, I'm sorry. I didn't mean you were silly. I just mean-"
"My dream is." There it was. That familiar tired pain in his voice. The one that emerged when he repeated something awful all too often. His father had said something similar.
And now I had gone and repeated it.
"No!" I shouted. A few people turned to look at us. "No, no it's not. It's just… In this economy. Is it really that stable?"
Alfred turned quickly, his eyes turning to anger. "What does it matter? As long as I'm happy, right? Is it really stable to be a teacher or a writer? Huh? What if you suck? What then, Grammar Nazi?"
I stepped back, surprised. Alfred may not have hit me, but he may as well have. The guests had stopped talking, watching us, and I believe someone turned down the music in the background. Alfred must have realized he had startled me for his hands instantly went out to touch me. Hold me close.
But I slapped away at his hands. I was tired and still reeling from the stress. I don't care if Alfred was hurt by my words, I was by his.
"Don't talk to me that way!" I shouted. He stepped back.
Sure, sometimes we had gotten into a scuffle or two or three since we started dating, but my raised voice was never one for concern. It only took a few moments of us separated that we were fine again. This time, however, I was serious.
"I have a right to say what I want! And I can say if I think that your dream is a little unstable! It's not like I give a damn or anything!"
"Hey, what's going on?" Gilbert decided he'd intervene at that moment, Antonio at his side.
"Mis hermanos, please don't fight!" Antonio set his hands on my shoulders and Alfred's eyes lit up in jealousy.
"I'll handle this with my boyfriend."
Now, as threatening as it was to hear Alfred's voice drop that low, it was downright refreshing to see someone become jealous of me. I felt quite good seeing not just Alfred ruffle his feathers, but have Gilbert and Antonio move to pull me back to them. Of course, if my mind would get out of the gutter, I would have preferred that such a thought had never entered my mind. Still, seeing Alfred go from an oblivious boyfriend to a protective one was really endearing.
"Yes," I cut in before the two behind me could intervene again. "It is merely a little scuffle. Nothing to get everyone riled up. We shall handle it like adults. That is what we are now, right?"
I gave Alfred a warning look and he caught on. He nodded, backing away a bit. I shrugged Antonio's hands off of me. "You two can go. Please."
After a moment, they decided it was for the best and left. Alfred and I waited until everyone resumed talking and ignoring our silly fights. And before long, Alfred had swept me into his arms, kissing me suddenly. I gasped in surprise, but welcomed this moment. Anything to escape that last one.
"Your dream isn't silly," I said against Alfred's lips. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry for calling you that name," he said desperately. "And for yelling. You did so much for me. And as for your job, you'll be fine. You're so smart."
"As are you, love." I smiled as Alfred responded to the nickname. Yes, I had pulled that out on him. "You're brilliant and will make it to the moon someday if you so desire."
"I already am."
"Wow!" Alfred stopped as he turned to see the view from atop the hill where I had led him to. The early evening stars had begun to poke out, their twinkling light intermingling with that of the small town down below. In the distance were the campfires from those trying to stay warm in the crisp mid-summer air.
"This is incredible, Arthur." Alfred smiled brightly to me. "No one's ever done something like this for me."
I took a seat on the grass. "Yes, well, seeing as how I have never celebrated this holiday, I figured it would be good to have a nice spot for my first time."
I patted the grass next to me. Alfred continued to smile at me, only now it had changed to something much more loving. I had to look away as my face flushed. Those looks always made my whole being warm up. Only his smiles and eyes.
Alfred plopped down next to me. He lay down, an arm reaching up for me. I lied with my head on his chest, one hand spread across his abdomen. Alfred let out a content sigh as he put his fingers in my hair.
"Best day ever," he said full of mirth.
I chuckled, then fell silent. For a moment, it was just us and the sky. So open. So far, and yet if I held my hand out, it's possible I might have skimmed my fingers across it. I smiled slightly.
"I have yet to give you my present though," I whispered to the sky.
"Oh yeah. I've been waiting all day for it. What is it?"
I sat up, twisting to face Alfred, one arm holding me up as I caressed Alfred's face with the other. He stared at me expectantly. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I forced myself to go forward. All for Alfred. Only for him.
"Me, if you'll have me."
I felt quite cheesy and very open at that moment. But Alfred responded in the way I knew he would. He reached for me, his hand gently grasping at the back of my neck, and pulling me down to meet his lips. My hand that had been on his face moved down to grip at his shirt, just above his beating heart. Then, Alfred's other arm ran down my back, along my sides, and up the underside of my shirt.
My body arched towards him as I inhaled sharply through my nose. I shifted so that my body lay atop Alfred. His hand slipped back out from under my shirt to wrap around me, holding me flush against him. We stayed like that for some time, embracing each other on the grass and snogging to our hearts content. But I didn't come here just to kiss the boy to death.
I broke the kiss, sliding back on my knees some, but keeping my body low. With my butt sticking up a bit and my face lower on Alfred's body, I started to work on removing his shirt; something of which he quickly helped me with. He shivered in the night air, but I laid my lips on his skin to warm him. My fingers followed where ever I kissed, tracing along his sweet skin.
"Arthur…," he whispered. I could feel him squirming slightly under me. "I…I did what you said… I got…checked…"
I lifted my head quickly. "And?"
He smiled at me, a hand reaching out for my face. "And I'm clean."
"Oh. Good." I wanted to sound more relieved, but a pressing matter was beginning to form in my pants. That and I didn't want to lose my courage at what I was about to do, the sudden idea hitting me from the new information.
I ducked my head back down, sucking on a spot on Alfred's neck. He tilted his head to the side, giving me better room for my mouth. I could hear him gasping and trying to hold down any louder noises, but with a quick flick of my hands, his trousers had come undone. He sat up slightly, shimmying out of them until he was in nothing but his boxers.
"You're…still clothed," he grumbled. He started to sit up with that same impatience from this morning.
Suddenly, I was shirtless. I laughed at his enthusiasm, but pushed him lightly to lay him back down.
"Tonight's your night," I whispered, my eyes soft and my words faint. "Let me do all the work, love."
"Oh, okay." He leaned his head down onto the grass and closed his eyes.
Feeling confident now that he was looking away from me, I caressed and kissed down his body. My hands grasped his hardening member. Alfred stiffened, his mouth opening to say something, but I wouldn't hear it. If he spoke, I'd lose my resolve. So I took him into my mouth.
"Oh God! Arthur!"
Such an odd taste. Not quite terrible, but not all that pleasant either. Still, the boy had become stiff quickly with my mouth swallowing a portion of his length. Amazingly, Alfred was a lot bigger than I remembered. It was probably because our first time was so painful, but I never got an accurate look at his penis. Seeing it up close and personal I could see just how well endowed the boy was. I had to give his father credit. Horrible asshole, but he passed on a nice set of family jewels.
"I thought… this was… too indecent…," Alfred whispered. He tugged at the grass as his legs moved up. I was grateful those fingers weren't digging into my scalp.
Smiling, I kissed the top of his head. "Not for tonight. Not for you…"
"Nngh! Arthur!"
Now those hands were on me. Alfred forced my head back down onto his cock and I think I almost choked. For a moment I was unable to really get a good momentum going, but then I pulled back just enough, cradled his sack, and had the boy go temporarily lax beneath me. I released his penis from my mouth for a moment so I could sit up.
Hovering over Alfred I was glad to see the boy in pure and unguarded desire for me. If I could, I would have just loved to have kept that there. Just that expression and this moment between us. Alfred had other ideas. He shot up his arms to grab me, but I pulled away.
"Just a moment, love," I hummed. "We have no lubrication. We have to make do."
Alfred looked around quickly. "With what?"
I shoved three fingers into his mouth and growled, "Suck on these."
He did without asking as I returned my mouth back down to his throbbing member. My free hand roamed freely over Alfred's naked body until the boy tried to buck his hips up into me. It slammed down on one hip, telling the other to remain down as well. I could very well have gagged if that entire length were in my mouth.
Soon, Alfred pulled my fingers from my mouth and begged for me. I couldn't help it. He was too delicious.
Using those now moist fingers, I slowly penetrated with the first digit. Alfred hissed in pain, but I was there to soothe him. I lay over him, watching as his face scrunched up in pain.
"This is how you properly prepare someone, Alfred," I said smoothly. He watched me. "Remember this. Remember how to do this."
He nodded as I inserted the second finger. His body arched up, tightening around my fingers. I bit my lip, telling myself that soon it would be me inside him, feeling all that wonderfully warm firmness enclosing around me. Alfred looked to me for comfort and I gave it with my lips and free hand. Surprisingly, Alfred let me take control of his mouth, pushing and pulling along with my fingers.
Once the third finger was inside, Alfred moved his head away in an attempt to breathe. I busied myself with his neck, leaving little love bites every now and then.
"Arthur!" Alfred cried.
I removed my fingers and made haste of my trousers and pants. I looked to Alfred, waiting for his permission. He wasn't scared. He was ready. Sitting up, I smiled as I pushed in and oh that warmth. The warmth that was Alfred, always shining for me and holding me close, it was all around me. I sighed, my eyes closing, as I let my senses take me over.
This was much better than the other way around.
Boom!
I turned my head around to see the fading lights from the first of the fireworks. So the celebration had begun. Alfred grabbed at me, causing me to look back at him. I smiled and nodded. With Alfred, he had been too fast and too much. I would be too slow and too much.
I grabbed his legs and held them up near my shoulders. He was watching, remembering. Slowly, I pushed in and out, my knees on the grass to keep me steady. Alfred threw his head back, crying out into the night. Yes it was painful, but he could take it. He had never had such pleasurable pain in his entire life. Yes, I was creating it for him.
Sweat matted down our hair as I continued slowly thrusting in and pulling out. Alfred whispered my name and I called back, giving sweet kisses along the back of his kneecap. The light from the fireworks behind allowed me the chance to give my eyes full range of his taut body under me, relaxing every so often, but then arching up for me.
For me.
"Alfred," I sighed. I leaned over him, changing our positions, and gasped as he tightened around me. "I'm here, love…"
"Don't leave," he moaned.
I shook my head, kissing his lips lightly. "I won't."
My pace quickened. I sat back up as Alfred's hands reached for me. I took them both with one hand, holding them above his head. Oh, I really think I could like this view of my boyfriend. But with a frantic shake of his head I released him. I stole one of his hands and entwined our fingers. He smiled, but then I hit something soft inside him.
He cried out into the night, the echo covered up by the fireworks. I smiled, sliding back up against the spot and brushing it with my head. He cried again, his leg twitching in my hand. The other fell into the grass beside me. Alfred looked to me with a sinfully lustful look behind those hooded blue eyes. Somehow I had forgotten his glasses.
Tossing them aside, my own desire fueled my actions, forcing me to bend over Alfred. I released his legs, slamming myself fully inside, and locked lips with him. His arms grabbed me, scratching my skin until it felt raw, and we came together. All of me left, filling him up.
He called my name and I his. I found that was all I could say. Nothing else had my attention. Only Alfred with his entire self around me. Making me feel safe and secure again.
The fireworks were still going strong behind me. I had fallen atop Alfred, hugging him around his neck as I buried my face into his skin, slick with sweat. We panted together and our hearts beating frantically as one. After a moment, Alfred pulled me so I lay beside him on the cool grass.
"Let's watch the rest of the fireworks together," he said, kissing my forehead.
It really was grand to watch the dark of the night forced back by the light of the American fireworks, rejoicing over their win all those years ago. A thought occurred to me.
"Somewhere, soldiers are rolling in their graves," I said.
"Why's that?"
"Because a Britt just fucked an American up the ass."
Our laughs rang out with the last of the fireworks and I thought, perhaps I could continue to celebrate this holiday despite my heritage. Yes, as long as it remained Alfred's birthday, I could.
Hoshiko2's cents: WOW SO LONG! But… I hope you guys finally liked this portion of sex! Arthur's not gonna let Alfred top any time soon. 3
I had something else planned for this chapter, but with writer's block came the loss of the idea. Then, when it returned, this was written up instead.
Anyways, I wanted to get this up for my pal thisiskanta as she starts school again tomorrow. Cheer up sweetie! You'll be great this semester! :3b