Remember When- Day 5
Title: Remember When
Rated: R
Genre: Romance
Words: 1,647
Summary: England and America find their old military outfits and decide to reenact certain times during the war.
Written for Day 5 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 5th: Military. Any sector of the armed forces is welcome here, from both the US and the UK. Whether it's America and England in uniform, in combat, attending a military observance, or in another military role, everything is welcome. Military from ANY era is okay.
Previous days
"Hey! Look what I found!" America came from around the corner into his kitchen. He was carrying a see-through plastic bag with a brown outfit hanging inside.
England had been preparing a cup of tea by the stove. He looked over. An eyebrow rose at seeing the bag. "What is it?"
America turned the bag around, revealing a recognizable jacket. "My old WWII uniform!"
England's eyes lit up. He turned towards America with a smile, cup in hand. "Well doesn't that bring back memories? Does it still fit?"
"It should." America looked at the uniform. He pulled the plastic up, running his hand along the material. "I mean, I'm still in top shape like I was back in the 40s."
"I doubt that," England mumbled into his cup. "Anyways, why not try it on?"
America slipped away to do so. When he returned, England could easily smell the old leather jacket from afar. It was so musty, England's nose wrinkled at the stale scent. Still, America had been able to get the entire uniform on without any problems. It fit him like a glove, curving along his form and shaping him perfectly. England's eyes trailed all along his outline. He felt like he was being given a little treat at this surprise.
"Wonderful," England mused aloud. "The next time you visit, I shall have to find my uniform as well."
"Yeah!" He watched as England moved up beside him. "Come on, you know you love this uniform."
"I never said I didn't." England's hands itched to touch him, but held back. He preferred it'd be later, when he was in uniform too.
Two weeks later, he was in just that. He had managed to find his uniform in a hope chest tucked away in his basement where a few other WWII memorabilia was in storage. Often times, England would wander down to clear his head, think back on his past, and then move on with his life. It was good for him to think back because it tended to give him clear direction of where to go next.
Surprisingly, the uniform fit England well too. He revealed it to America who had also changed back into his old uniform. Together, they marveled at how not much about them on the outside had changed.
"It's so nostalgic," England said with a sigh. He stood in the living room with America. His eyes still roamed freely over the other man's tailored form.
If America minded, he made no mention of it. "It makes me think of when I first saw you wear this."
"Yeah? What did you think?"
America ran his hands over England's arms slowly. He stepped closer and looked down at England. A small smile spread across his lips. "How you make this outfit look good…"
England blushed, ducking his head. "America…"
"Do you remember what you thought of me?" he asked. He bent his head to nip at England's neck.
England gasped, tilting his head back. He closed his eyes, fondly recalling the day he did see America wearing this very same uniform. The smell from two weeks ago, that old smell on the jacket, rushed into England's nose. He found it wasn't hard to recall his thoughts. After all, that smell was actually from decades prior. "I thought something…along those same lines…"
After a moment of America littering England's neck with hickeys, England's knees began to go weak. He gripped at America's arms, and pushed him away slightly. He bent his head, taking his turn at savoring at America's neck. America sighed, whispering England's name.
"America…," England whispered. His breath was hot on America's neck. He licked at a small red spot. "Let's have sex in these uniforms…"
"Yeah… Like our first time."
Hearing America's deep voice cracked England. He pushed America down roughly, sitting atop him. He pulled on America's tie with his teeth. In turn, America gripped at his hips, rolling his own into England. They moaned lightly, working to undo the other's belts and pants. But neither made a move to pull them off or undress in any way. England pushed his face into America's jacket, inhaling event scent of it.
He could remember every single time they were together through that jacket. It held all the smells of their fights around Europe; even a few in the Pacific. It smelled mainly of dust and old soot from guns and explosions. But there was the food, faintly etched into the sleeves. Somewhere in the lining of the jacket was England's own faint smell. The only time England wore the jacket were the times after they had made love in their tents. America would drape it on him as they fell asleep.
Remembering the long nights in the tents made England groan. "In our tent…"
"Oh yeah," America replied with a chuckle. "We tried to be quiet."
England grinned. "I'm pretty sure our men heard us."
America moved up to wrap an arm around England's neck. He pulled him down enough to ghost his lips over England's. His voice was low; husky with lust. "I don't care."
Hips rolled into each other, brushing their erections against the other. Both moaned. America's head fell back, his eyes closed. England watched him. He leaned down so his face could press into the jacket once more. America's larger hands pulled against England's butt, forcing them to rub against each other again.
By now, England's pants had trickled down enough so that his ass was bare in the living room. His hand snaked down so that his fingers could penetrate himself. America watched. England clenched his eyes and called America's name.
"You know… back then… We went too long without having sex…," America panted.
He jerked when England's other hand pinched his nipple. England smirked down at America, kissing his nose. "Yes… we did…"
America removed his glasses. He lay back, watching the view of England preparing himself. It was too hot, too tight. He felt his own cock twitching in anticipation. It was just like back then, only the hardwood floors of England's living room was much more comfortable than the floor of a tent or the cramped room of a cot. Thinking back on all those heated nights made America begin to touch himself. He pulled his erection free, hand pumping himself until semen began to dribble out.
"I loved…calling your name…the first time," he moaned.
England caught on to what America was doing. He pushed his hand away, and enveloped America's penis with his own hand. "M-me too… A-Alfred!"
America moved up quickly. He kissed England again, but it was short as both were restless with eagerness of the oncoming sex. England shifted so that his legs were on both sides of America. America moved his own legs so his knees were bent. Slowly, England pulled America's cock into him. He gasped, heading falling down onto his chest. America's hand moved to caress England's face as they waited for him to adjust.
Slowly, America moved his hips up. England moaned, hands pressing onto America's chest. He begged for America to take him. Who was America to deny him? He started bucking his hips, then rolling into them, and finally coming to a combination of both. England cried America's human name.
America reached up, tugging at England's tie. "It's so hot… You in this uniform."
"Nngh!" England groaned. He pulled on America's jacket. "Your jacket! Oh!"
America moved up. He pulled England out for a moment, and turned him so that England was on his knees. He took off his jacket and placed it on England's shoulders. Quickly, he pushed back in, hands on England's hips as he did so. He pulled and pushed at England, licking at his ears to make England whine.
"Our first time…," England heaved. "So rough…"
"On a cot…"
"So hot… The Italian summer…"
"Arthur…!"
"Alfred!"
America fell back onto his own butt. He pulled England into his lap. England situated himself so that America was fully inside of him again. America's hands worked at pinching England's nipples as well as jerk him off. All the while, England called out his name, sometimes gasping out old memories. They pushed and pulled at one another, shuddering against the other, and trying to find the other's mouth to give a sloppy kiss.
After a time, England came. His cum smeared across America's jacket. It wasn't the first time that poor leather was tarnished by the white semen. America came not soon after. He finished with the last few thrusts, falling backwards after he had completely released himself.
He pulled England back to lie on his chest. England clutched at the jacket just as he had all those decades ago. Together, they laughed breathlessly.
"Just like back then," England mumbled. He nuzzled his face into America's neck. "Yes…just like back then."
"Only now, we actually tell each other we love them." America kissed England's head. "I waited forever to hear you say it."
"Yes, well, I could say the same for you."
Falling asleep together, they didn't imagine being back at those times. That would mean they'd have to wake up soon and depart from one another, terrified if the other would get hurt. That meant they'd be at war still. That would mean they wouldn't be in love, but just starting out in what would be a long and awkward relationship. Neither could handle that again. Just now was fine.
Hoshiko2's cents: I honestly had no idea how to finish this one. Ah hah…
So my first smutty fic for the event! YAY! But I am back and will be updating regularly now! Sweet! Those in the past that were only on ff.net have been moved to my writing journal so please feel free to go back and read those. I have linked all the fics at the top. Thanks for reading!
Rated: R
Genre: Romance
Words: 1,647
Summary: England and America find their old military outfits and decide to reenact certain times during the war.
Written for Day 5 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 5th: Military. Any sector of the armed forces is welcome here, from both the US and the UK. Whether it's America and England in uniform, in combat, attending a military observance, or in another military role, everything is welcome. Military from ANY era is okay.
Previous days
"Hey! Look what I found!" America came from around the corner into his kitchen. He was carrying a see-through plastic bag with a brown outfit hanging inside.
England had been preparing a cup of tea by the stove. He looked over. An eyebrow rose at seeing the bag. "What is it?"
America turned the bag around, revealing a recognizable jacket. "My old WWII uniform!"
England's eyes lit up. He turned towards America with a smile, cup in hand. "Well doesn't that bring back memories? Does it still fit?"
"It should." America looked at the uniform. He pulled the plastic up, running his hand along the material. "I mean, I'm still in top shape like I was back in the 40s."
"I doubt that," England mumbled into his cup. "Anyways, why not try it on?"
America slipped away to do so. When he returned, England could easily smell the old leather jacket from afar. It was so musty, England's nose wrinkled at the stale scent. Still, America had been able to get the entire uniform on without any problems. It fit him like a glove, curving along his form and shaping him perfectly. England's eyes trailed all along his outline. He felt like he was being given a little treat at this surprise.
"Wonderful," England mused aloud. "The next time you visit, I shall have to find my uniform as well."
"Yeah!" He watched as England moved up beside him. "Come on, you know you love this uniform."
"I never said I didn't." England's hands itched to touch him, but held back. He preferred it'd be later, when he was in uniform too.
Two weeks later, he was in just that. He had managed to find his uniform in a hope chest tucked away in his basement where a few other WWII memorabilia was in storage. Often times, England would wander down to clear his head, think back on his past, and then move on with his life. It was good for him to think back because it tended to give him clear direction of where to go next.
Surprisingly, the uniform fit England well too. He revealed it to America who had also changed back into his old uniform. Together, they marveled at how not much about them on the outside had changed.
"It's so nostalgic," England said with a sigh. He stood in the living room with America. His eyes still roamed freely over the other man's tailored form.
If America minded, he made no mention of it. "It makes me think of when I first saw you wear this."
"Yeah? What did you think?"
America ran his hands over England's arms slowly. He stepped closer and looked down at England. A small smile spread across his lips. "How you make this outfit look good…"
England blushed, ducking his head. "America…"
"Do you remember what you thought of me?" he asked. He bent his head to nip at England's neck.
England gasped, tilting his head back. He closed his eyes, fondly recalling the day he did see America wearing this very same uniform. The smell from two weeks ago, that old smell on the jacket, rushed into England's nose. He found it wasn't hard to recall his thoughts. After all, that smell was actually from decades prior. "I thought something…along those same lines…"
After a moment of America littering England's neck with hickeys, England's knees began to go weak. He gripped at America's arms, and pushed him away slightly. He bent his head, taking his turn at savoring at America's neck. America sighed, whispering England's name.
"America…," England whispered. His breath was hot on America's neck. He licked at a small red spot. "Let's have sex in these uniforms…"
"Yeah… Like our first time."
Hearing America's deep voice cracked England. He pushed America down roughly, sitting atop him. He pulled on America's tie with his teeth. In turn, America gripped at his hips, rolling his own into England. They moaned lightly, working to undo the other's belts and pants. But neither made a move to pull them off or undress in any way. England pushed his face into America's jacket, inhaling event scent of it.
He could remember every single time they were together through that jacket. It held all the smells of their fights around Europe; even a few in the Pacific. It smelled mainly of dust and old soot from guns and explosions. But there was the food, faintly etched into the sleeves. Somewhere in the lining of the jacket was England's own faint smell. The only time England wore the jacket were the times after they had made love in their tents. America would drape it on him as they fell asleep.
Remembering the long nights in the tents made England groan. "In our tent…"
"Oh yeah," America replied with a chuckle. "We tried to be quiet."
England grinned. "I'm pretty sure our men heard us."
America moved up to wrap an arm around England's neck. He pulled him down enough to ghost his lips over England's. His voice was low; husky with lust. "I don't care."
Hips rolled into each other, brushing their erections against the other. Both moaned. America's head fell back, his eyes closed. England watched him. He leaned down so his face could press into the jacket once more. America's larger hands pulled against England's butt, forcing them to rub against each other again.
By now, England's pants had trickled down enough so that his ass was bare in the living room. His hand snaked down so that his fingers could penetrate himself. America watched. England clenched his eyes and called America's name.
"You know… back then… We went too long without having sex…," America panted.
He jerked when England's other hand pinched his nipple. England smirked down at America, kissing his nose. "Yes… we did…"
America removed his glasses. He lay back, watching the view of England preparing himself. It was too hot, too tight. He felt his own cock twitching in anticipation. It was just like back then, only the hardwood floors of England's living room was much more comfortable than the floor of a tent or the cramped room of a cot. Thinking back on all those heated nights made America begin to touch himself. He pulled his erection free, hand pumping himself until semen began to dribble out.
"I loved…calling your name…the first time," he moaned.
England caught on to what America was doing. He pushed his hand away, and enveloped America's penis with his own hand. "M-me too… A-Alfred!"
America moved up quickly. He kissed England again, but it was short as both were restless with eagerness of the oncoming sex. England shifted so that his legs were on both sides of America. America moved his own legs so his knees were bent. Slowly, England pulled America's cock into him. He gasped, heading falling down onto his chest. America's hand moved to caress England's face as they waited for him to adjust.
Slowly, America moved his hips up. England moaned, hands pressing onto America's chest. He begged for America to take him. Who was America to deny him? He started bucking his hips, then rolling into them, and finally coming to a combination of both. England cried America's human name.
America reached up, tugging at England's tie. "It's so hot… You in this uniform."
"Nngh!" England groaned. He pulled on America's jacket. "Your jacket! Oh!"
America moved up. He pulled England out for a moment, and turned him so that England was on his knees. He took off his jacket and placed it on England's shoulders. Quickly, he pushed back in, hands on England's hips as he did so. He pulled and pushed at England, licking at his ears to make England whine.
"Our first time…," England heaved. "So rough…"
"On a cot…"
"So hot… The Italian summer…"
"Arthur…!"
"Alfred!"
America fell back onto his own butt. He pulled England into his lap. England situated himself so that America was fully inside of him again. America's hands worked at pinching England's nipples as well as jerk him off. All the while, England called out his name, sometimes gasping out old memories. They pushed and pulled at one another, shuddering against the other, and trying to find the other's mouth to give a sloppy kiss.
After a time, England came. His cum smeared across America's jacket. It wasn't the first time that poor leather was tarnished by the white semen. America came not soon after. He finished with the last few thrusts, falling backwards after he had completely released himself.
He pulled England back to lie on his chest. England clutched at the jacket just as he had all those decades ago. Together, they laughed breathlessly.
"Just like back then," England mumbled. He nuzzled his face into America's neck. "Yes…just like back then."
"Only now, we actually tell each other we love them." America kissed England's head. "I waited forever to hear you say it."
"Yes, well, I could say the same for you."
Falling asleep together, they didn't imagine being back at those times. That would mean they'd have to wake up soon and depart from one another, terrified if the other would get hurt. That meant they'd be at war still. That would mean they wouldn't be in love, but just starting out in what would be a long and awkward relationship. Neither could handle that again. Just now was fine.
Hoshiko2's cents: I honestly had no idea how to finish this one. Ah hah…
So my first smutty fic for the event! YAY! But I am back and will be updating regularly now! Sweet! Those in the past that were only on ff.net have been moved to my writing journal so please feel free to go back and read those. I have linked all the fics at the top. Thanks for reading!