fanfiction: button up your mouth
Title: Button up your mouth
Pairing: Arthur Kirkland/Alfred F. Jones
Rating: PG-13 (most likely)
Summary: “You looked kinda cool back there… for a moment.”
This is a drabble that my friend, Jenna, requested. She wanted seme!Arthur, but I am not too confident when it comes to my porn-writing skills. That, and I prefer Alfred to be top. /shot
Anyway, enjoy?
He doesn’t pay attention to the first few drops of blood; but then some of it is splattered on his right cheek, and Arthur can’t have any of that. He sighs, casually swings the rifle by its strap onto his back and takes out an embroidered handkerchief from his breast-pocket. He carefully wipes away the red smudges from his face and notices a certain blond man staring at him as he does so.
“What?”
Alfred is only a few feet away, but nothing comes out when he opens his mouth. The Brit raises an eyebrow at that, curious about the young man’s peculiar behavior. The distant sound of guns hitting their targets brings him back to the present, but he still hesitates before returning his attention to the battlefield.
“Alfred? Are you alright?”
The other one finally exhales, bringing up a dirty hand to run it through his equally dirty hair. He gives Arthur a small smile and he shakes his head, his blue eyes contrasting violently with the blood splattered around them. This time, it’s Arthur’s turn to stare.
“Nothing, just…” Alfred bites his bottom lip and starts worrying it between his teeth. The other one frowns, because he can see through the American’s lies. Always has, always will.
“What?”
“You looked kinda cool back there… for a moment.”
Silence.
Arthur opens his mouth, blinks; in the corner of his eye, another soldier falls to the ground, but it’s hard to tell if it is an ally or not. Then he smirks, making Alfred’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh?”
He takes a few steps closer to him and when their eyes lock, they are not in the middle of a war anymore. Although Arthur is shorter, Alfred can’t help the fact that he is… intimidated. And he doesn’t entirely dislike it. The Brit touches his chest with a graceful and gloved hand, smoothing the wrinkles in his jacket. Suddenly, the hand grasps the front of his coat firmly and brings Alfred’s face closer to his.
“Where do you think you got it from, boy?”
Letting go of the bewildered American, Arthur walks away, all confident and ready to show the battlefield just what he is made of.
Behind him, Alfred lets out a broken ‘fuck’ and takes a few moments to cool himself.
Pairing: Arthur Kirkland/Alfred F. Jones
Rating: PG-13 (most likely)
Summary: “You looked kinda cool back there… for a moment.”
This is a drabble that my friend, Jenna, requested. She wanted seme!Arthur, but I am not too confident when it comes to my porn-writing skills. That, and I prefer Alfred to be top. /shot
Anyway, enjoy?
He doesn’t pay attention to the first few drops of blood; but then some of it is splattered on his right cheek, and Arthur can’t have any of that. He sighs, casually swings the rifle by its strap onto his back and takes out an embroidered handkerchief from his breast-pocket. He carefully wipes away the red smudges from his face and notices a certain blond man staring at him as he does so.
“What?”
Alfred is only a few feet away, but nothing comes out when he opens his mouth. The Brit raises an eyebrow at that, curious about the young man’s peculiar behavior. The distant sound of guns hitting their targets brings him back to the present, but he still hesitates before returning his attention to the battlefield.
“Alfred? Are you alright?”
The other one finally exhales, bringing up a dirty hand to run it through his equally dirty hair. He gives Arthur a small smile and he shakes his head, his blue eyes contrasting violently with the blood splattered around them. This time, it’s Arthur’s turn to stare.
“Nothing, just…” Alfred bites his bottom lip and starts worrying it between his teeth. The other one frowns, because he can see through the American’s lies. Always has, always will.
“What?”
“You looked kinda cool back there… for a moment.”
Silence.
Arthur opens his mouth, blinks; in the corner of his eye, another soldier falls to the ground, but it’s hard to tell if it is an ally or not. Then he smirks, making Alfred’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh?”
He takes a few steps closer to him and when their eyes lock, they are not in the middle of a war anymore. Although Arthur is shorter, Alfred can’t help the fact that he is… intimidated. And he doesn’t entirely dislike it. The Brit touches his chest with a graceful and gloved hand, smoothing the wrinkles in his jacket. Suddenly, the hand grasps the front of his coat firmly and brings Alfred’s face closer to his.
“Where do you think you got it from, boy?”
Letting go of the bewildered American, Arthur walks away, all confident and ready to show the battlefield just what he is made of.
Behind him, Alfred lets out a broken ‘fuck’ and takes a few moments to cool himself.