Crash into me
Who: A young American and his doctor
When: October 23rd (2009)
Where: Alfred and Matthew's apartment
What: It's an awkward night of fiddling keys and arguments over the pants-wearer. Alfred and Ivan's first time is certainly memorable for all the wrong reasons.
Rating: M for sex and shenanigans
It was a warm night, at least it was for late October. The trees on fire with the changing colours that rustles and billowed in the wind, loosening from branches and fluttering in the air like stray sparks. Alfred loved nights like this, bundled up in scarf and gloves, walking through the streets of Liberty, popping into shops and whatever else interested him. Streetlights and shoplights kept the streets bathed in warm light and he was hard-pressed not to spend the entire night out there.
He would've if not for the Russian who's arm he was dragging around that night. Ivan wanted to sit down and sit down they did. A peaceful dinner, with safe topics such as weather, books, Ivan's work and Alfred's studies. Occasionally, they'd venture towards family, more person matters but they'd always bring themselves back. Certain boundaries still existed and they were careful not to overstep them.
As insistent that Alfred was that he was not at all tired (despite yawning as he brought his third latte of the night to his lips) Ivan had stood him up, wrapped him up in his jacket and marched him from the coffee-shoppe, the small bell ringing overhead. Alfred found Ivan to be very something nice to lean against on the bus, one of the last runs of the night, most of the chairs empty. His head drifted onto the Russian's shoulder, their fingers and hands sandwiched between their constantly jostling and bumping legs.
Then they reached the apartment complex and for once, Alfred was glad Ivan was somewhat of a gentleman. He insisted on seeing Alfred to the door and they took the stairs instead of the elevator, not talking in the staircase, Alfred's fingers in his pockets. The the only sound was the echoing of their feet. As they went higher and higher, his stomach only seemed to sink lower and lower. God, was tonight really the night? They walked into the hallway, to the end of the corridor, standing in front of the reddish-brown door that held their apartment.
Pulling keys from his pocket, Alfred stared at them, then up at Ivan, flushing a little as he was granted a small kiss. He half-slumped against the door, gloved fingers reaching up to twirl into the soft hair. God it was so right... Maybe it would just work- The kiss broke and his attention was fully back on the door and it's lock.
He fiddled with the keys, carefully picking through everyone, double-checking that he had the right key for the right door.
And fiddled a little more.
And missed the lock once more before the right key was sliding into the lock. There was the falling of tumblers and the lock sliding at the same pace as his hand. The door always got stuck and required a little shove from Alfred's shoulder to actually open and he took a step into the apartment. Matthew wasn't there tonight; Alfred had asked Matthew not to be there that night. He wanted to be alone. Alone with Ivan.
"Would you like to come inside?"
When: October 23rd (2009)
Where: Alfred and Matthew's apartment
What: It's an awkward night of fiddling keys and arguments over the pants-wearer. Alfred and Ivan's first time is certainly memorable for all the wrong reasons.
Rating: M for sex and shenanigans
It was a warm night, at least it was for late October. The trees on fire with the changing colours that rustles and billowed in the wind, loosening from branches and fluttering in the air like stray sparks. Alfred loved nights like this, bundled up in scarf and gloves, walking through the streets of Liberty, popping into shops and whatever else interested him. Streetlights and shoplights kept the streets bathed in warm light and he was hard-pressed not to spend the entire night out there.
He would've if not for the Russian who's arm he was dragging around that night. Ivan wanted to sit down and sit down they did. A peaceful dinner, with safe topics such as weather, books, Ivan's work and Alfred's studies. Occasionally, they'd venture towards family, more person matters but they'd always bring themselves back. Certain boundaries still existed and they were careful not to overstep them.
As insistent that Alfred was that he was not at all tired (despite yawning as he brought his third latte of the night to his lips) Ivan had stood him up, wrapped him up in his jacket and marched him from the coffee-shoppe, the small bell ringing overhead. Alfred found Ivan to be very something nice to lean against on the bus, one of the last runs of the night, most of the chairs empty. His head drifted onto the Russian's shoulder, their fingers and hands sandwiched between their constantly jostling and bumping legs.
Then they reached the apartment complex and for once, Alfred was glad Ivan was somewhat of a gentleman. He insisted on seeing Alfred to the door and they took the stairs instead of the elevator, not talking in the staircase, Alfred's fingers in his pockets. The the only sound was the echoing of their feet. As they went higher and higher, his stomach only seemed to sink lower and lower. God, was tonight really the night? They walked into the hallway, to the end of the corridor, standing in front of the reddish-brown door that held their apartment.
Pulling keys from his pocket, Alfred stared at them, then up at Ivan, flushing a little as he was granted a small kiss. He half-slumped against the door, gloved fingers reaching up to twirl into the soft hair. God it was so right... Maybe it would just work- The kiss broke and his attention was fully back on the door and it's lock.
He fiddled with the keys, carefully picking through everyone, double-checking that he had the right key for the right door.
And fiddled a little more.
And missed the lock once more before the right key was sliding into the lock. There was the falling of tumblers and the lock sliding at the same pace as his hand. The door always got stuck and required a little shove from Alfred's shoulder to actually open and he took a step into the apartment. Matthew wasn't there tonight; Alfred had asked Matthew not to be there that night. He wanted to be alone. Alone with Ivan.
"Would you like to come inside?"