The Best Part Of Showing Up (Uninvited)

[amar_dulce_vin]

Who: A Stupid American and A Brilliant Moldovan
When: Thursday evening, March 31st
Where: Alfred's flat
What: Ramen party and a "discussion". One that only partially involves words.

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[waitforsuperman]

Nearly jumping a foot in the air as he saw the Moldovan, Alfred didn't let the shock reach the rest of his body, the only sign of his shock in two rapid blinks of his eyes before he smiled. This was perfect, he couldn't have asked for a better time for Ion to come over. TAs really should facebook friend their students, especially when they posted such... juicy information about Thursday meetings.

"Hey." Alfred said back smoothly, continuing to walk towards the kitchen, pulling out a pot, filling it with water before placing it on the stove, turning on the gas and dropping a mushroom inside, moving around to the fridge, opening and pulling out the noodles Kiku's recipe had instructed him to make.

Like a good housewife, Alfred looked over at Ion, still smiling. "Good day~?"

[amar_dulce_vin]

"Mediocre."

The look Alfred was graced with clearly bespoke that Ion could either be describing his day or his unwilling host. He was suspicious, because the American never greeted him with such hospitality.

...or even with a smile, really. His eyes narrowed as he followed slowly into the kitchen, perching warily on the counter and watching Alfred with a cautious stare.

"...what are you doing?"

[waitforsuperman]

"I'm making ramen." Alfred said, hands automatically preparing the dish, fiddling with the broth, still watching the other man verrrry carefully. This was seriously the best thing that'd happened to him in a long time. "I'll make you some too, don't worry."

Turning his back to Ion, something he'd usually refrain from doing, Alfred rummaged through his fridge.

And then he asked the question. "And Professor. M... Heard you saw him today~?"

[amar_dulce_vin]

"I see him most days. Is what having lecture class means, boule." Ion rolled his eyes impatiently, shifting backwards to settle more solidly on the counter space and pulling his legs up to his chest to form a defensive curl against what seemed like suspicious questioning. "You not usually ask me stupid questions like this."

The broth in the pot had started to bubble. Ion let himself be distracted by it for a moment, face creased into a slight frown. He shook himself mentally at glanced back at Alfred.

"What is point?"

[waitforsuperman]

"Point is," Alfred turned back to him, holding a packet of meat in his hands, closing the fridge with his foot as he continued to smile at the Moldovan, "did you seriously kiss our professor in the middle of a friggin' meeting?"

He put the meat down, leaning on the counter, still smiling pleasantly at Ion despite the serious 'you're weirding me out Jones' vibes he was getting. "Because if you did, serious props."

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion shot Alfred an annoyed look.

"Not see what 'props' have to do with it," he retorted shortly, "It mean nothing."

Sometimes, just when he thought his grasp of English might be improving, Jones had to go and throw the oddest of slang at him. Truly this was a stupid, foolishly complex language. No wonder everyone in this town was repressed; they had English to keep them from getting to the point.

All the better to keep him entertained though.

[waitforsuperman]

A laugh pulled from Alfred lips as he stirred the soup carefully, watching Ion and shaking his head. Kid's lack of English was priceless sometimes.

"But you actually kissed him." He said, chuckles dying down as he turned the stove down to a simmer. "Why? Do you liiiiiike him~?"

[amar_dulce_vin]

"And what if is so?" Ion asked. "Is not mean anything. Stop act like child, prost."

The salty smell of broth and the slight tang of mushroom filled the air of the small kitchen. Ion tilted his head to inspect his impromptu chef more thoroughly.

"Is mean nothing," he announced once more, letting his legs drop so that his heels bounced against the cabinetry beneath the counter. "So I do not know why you ask."

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred dropped the topic for a moment, instead focusing on his dinner, ignoring the Moldovan for a few minutes before he deemed it to be finished judging from the taste in the air and the way Rosie was padding around his feet, looking for handouts.

Scooping a bit into a spoon, he offered it to Ion, arching an eyebrow. "It must mean something... People just don't kiss other people for no reason." He nudged the spoon closer. "Taste."

...I just realized that this post basically confirms that he has a cat's tongue. GDI ION.

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion gave the spoon of broth a doubtful look, his gaze switching swiftly between the liquid and the bubbling pot it had just come from.

"...is hot," he said finally, leaning back a little and turning his face away from the proferred spoon.

This whole situation was questionable and not turning out at all like he had thought it would. Damn Jones.

XD yep. This post will be forever remembered.

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred shrugged, slipping the spoon into his own mouth, swallowing and humming. Damn, he could make a good bowl of ramen. "I'll be sure to put some ice in your bowl."

Once again moving around the kitchen as if Ion wasn't there, it was about two minutes before the broth, noodles and whatever else Alfred had thrown in there was separated into two bowls and he offered one to Ion along with a pair of chopsticks.

"Or do you need me to blow on it first?" He asked, voice innocent and eyes just maybe edging on coy.

Boom shaka laka.

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion smiled beatifically, accepting the bowl and letting it warm his hands for a moment before setting it down on the counter.

Alfred hadn’t moved, still looking smug as though he’d won something. Ion’s chin tilted down as he angled a look at Alfred from beneath his eyelashes. His legs bent, coming up so that his calves rested on the American’s hips, reeling him in so that Ion could seize him by the collar and press a lingering kiss on his lips.

“Blow on it all you want,” he murmured as he leaned back, releasing Alfred’s shirt collar and picking up his bowl once more, smile unchanged.

You went there first :|

[waitforsuperman]

The bowl didn't get to stay in Ion's hands long as Alfred picked it up quickly, putting it aside, hands on either side of Ion's hips, leaning up to kiss him back.

Fingers trailed up the thin side, Alfred pulled back, heart pounding a little faster as he licked his lips. "Did you kiss the professor like that?" He asked quietly, keeping his face close to the Moldovan's, not keen on losing their closeness.

And?

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion smiled, eyes cast downward and gaze locked on the visible slab of counter between his thighs. A slow exhale through his nose became a gradual laugh that echoed in the back of his throat as he lifted his hands to rest lightly on Alfred's cheeks, fingertips delicately lying on the sides of his glasses, seizing them and slipping them away, settling them on his own face.

"No," he murmured in a low voice, expressionless but still somehow mocking. "Not like that. I kiss him much better."

JUST SAYIN'

[waitforsuperman]

Blinking as his glasses slipped off and staring at his reflection in the two round circles of glass, then at the grey eyes behind them, Alfred tilted his head. His thumb brushing along the thigh on his counter.

"Maybe you should show me. Just so I know what I'm missing out on."

Re: JUST SAYIN'

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion laughed then, turned his head away and slipped the glasses from his face and folded them up carelessly. He tossed them aside without a second thought and looked back at Alfred with a smile and narrowed eyes, daring and almost malicious.

"You know I am not that nice, Jones."