Sunrise Ranch, September 14, 1906
Title: Sunrise Ranch, September 14, 1906
Author: Raikana Sakaro
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Alfred, Matthew, Vash and Elise (Lili).
Warnings: This is an AU in early Edwardian Montana, near the Canada/US border. Human names used because they are human. PORN.
Summary: Matthew is a farmhand who finds work on Alfred's horse ranch, and ends up falling in love. A continuation of a de-anon from the Hetalia kink meme. Alfred goes away on an overnight trip for business. Matt gets worried and lonely. Horribly cheesy ending.
...as you can see, this is a good two years after most of the rest of them. I tend to write in the future when I don't know what is next. This is just the first future one I finished. If you want to read everything in order, you might want to skip this one until I can fill in some gaps.
September 14, 1906
Matthew stood in the yard, just outside the house, watching as Alfred backed the two geldings into the cart rails. He hurried over as soon as the horses were in place, helping the older man buckle them into the harness, his fingers shaking slightly as they brushed the leather straps, double-checking his work.
Alfred smiled as he came around the cart, pressing a gentle kiss to Matthew’s cheek before going to check on his cargo. “Alright. Everything looks ready,” he said, turning to climb onto his seat.
Matthew put one hand on the other man’s arm and pulled him back again. “Be careful,” he whispered before leaning in to give Alfred one last kiss. “Just come back to us safe.”
Alfred smiled and gave the younger man a hug before clapping him on the shoulder and climbing into the seat. “I’ll be fine, Matt. It’s just an overnight. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow. I promise.”
Matthew took another deep breath and gripped Alfred’s boot for a moment before letting go and turning to walk back in the house. He found Elise standing inside the door and reached down to pick her up as he heard the horses start moving. He turned and waved as Alfred rode off. The young girl looked at the cart, then back at Matthew and started squirming impatiently.
He let her down and closed the door as the cart passed the front gate. She ran over to her seat and climbed back up to finish her breakfast. Beside her, Vash looked up from his plate, his expression as serious as ever. “Where did he go?”
Matthew sat down at the end of the table, listlessly picking through the rest of his own food. “He went to a horse fair in the city. He should be back by tomorrow.”
The young boy made a disinterested sound before resuming his meal. Matthew looked at his plate for a few more minutes before standing up and scraping the rest into the dog’s bowl. “I’m going out to exercise the horses. Vash, could you put the dishes in the tub when you’re done? I’ll come through later and wash them off.”
The boy just nodded gravely. “Yes, sir,” he said before Matthew walked outside, heading for the stables. He took down the harnesses and took each of the horse’s outside to run around the corral, but his body worked without any input from his brain. As his body ran the horses around the pen, his mind worked constantly, imagining Alfred getting lost, falling and hurting himself, getting attacked in the city.
Then, as he scrubbed the dishes clean, his mind showed him snippets of scenarios--the older man stuck in a narrow street as a stampede of horses bore down on him. Matthew dropped the plate back into the water and bit his lip hard as he took a deep breath, telling himself that none of it was real.
He cooked lunch for the children and smiled at them as they came to eat. “The rest of the food is in the oven,” he told Vash as he set the plates down. “Just use a rag to pull it out when you’re ready to eat again. I...I think I’ll spend some more time in the stables.”
Vash looked at the older man for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens.”
Matthew smiled at him again. “Thanks. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” He went back to the stables and pulled a wooden bucket into Liniére’s stall and sat down next to the young stallion, leaning back against the wall. “What do I do?” he asked, covering his face with one hand as images of disaster flitted through his head.
The horse turned to look at him curiously, then turned and buried his nose in the feed bucket. “Yeah...yeah, you’re right. I can’t let this get to me. I’m sure he’s fine. I just need to...distract myself. Maybe... Lili’s probably old enough to learn sewing, don’t you think? And I know Vash needs help with his letters.”
Liniére pulled his nose out of the bucket and looked at Matthew again, some oats still clinging to his nose, then looked away and drank deeply from his water. Matthew took a deep breath and stood up with a small smile, patting the velvety gold neck. “Thanks. I’m going to go do that.”
Matthew walked back into the house to see the two children still eating. Vash looked up at him as he walked by, saying with his piercing look what he couldn’t say out loud. Matthew stopped by the door to the sitting room and finally met Vash’s green stare. “I’ve changed my mind. Come in here when you’re done. I think we should spend this time studying.”
Vash just nodded once and Matthew walked into the living room, pulling the Bible off the shelf and setting it on the small table next to a small pile of mending and his sewing kit. The Canadian picked up one of Alfred’s shirts and held it up to his face, inhaling deeply before he set it on his lap to thread the needle.
As soon as the children came in, Matthew smiled again and set Elise on his lap with Vash sitting next to him. He had Vash read them stories from the Old Testament, helping him along every so often as he helped the young girl practice her sewing on a scrap piece of fabric.
After supper, he had them practice again until Vash’s voice grew slurred and Elise’s head bobbed over her stitching as they both fell asleep. Matthew stood up holding Elise close, her head resting on his shoulder as he gently pulled the Bible from Vash. “Bedtime,” he whispered and felt the smaller hand slide into his.
He took them upstairs and changed Elise into her nightgown as Vash stripped down to his union suit. He laid the girl down on his old bed and bent down to kiss her forehead. Vash shuffled over to the bed and climbed in next to his sister, wrapping his arms around her. Matthew pulled the blankets up to their shoulders, then bent to kiss Vash. “Sleep well,” he whispered as he turned to leave.
Matthew quietly closed the door behind him and went to his own room, sighing as he stripped down for a night alone. Without even thinking, he stripped down to his skin before climbing into bed. He rolled over to put his arm over Alfred, and sighed again when he remembered that the bed was empty.
He picked up the other man’s pillow and laid on his back, the pillow over his face. “Alfred...” he whispered, curling his fingers into the fabric as he breathed deep, letting his mind show him images of the other man again, this time of Alfred leaning over him as they moved against each other in bed. He felt his flesh stir as he breathed in Alfred’s scent again.
Matthew rolled onto his side as his erection grew, grabbing the pillow from his face and placing it between his legs. He moaned softly and rubbed against the pillow, his mind supplying him with the mental image of Alfred laying ready under him. He rolled onto his back again, the blankets barely covering his legs as his member stood fully erect.
He looked down at it for a moment, then closed his eyes and wrapped a hand around it with a moan. “Alfred...” he called out as he squeezed his hand tight, stroking up and down his length. “Please, sir... Please... Make me...feel good...”
Matthew thrust his hips into his hand and brought his second hand up to press inside his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He arched his back as his tongue slid over the pads of his fingers, moaning softly into the empty room, pulling harder on his erection.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and gasped for breath. “A-ah! Sir...please...please make me, sir... Make me feel good. I want release... I need release...!” He slid his arm down his chest and gasped as he ran a wet finger around his nipple. “Yes! Yes, sir, like that! Please!” his hips came off the bed as he followed the teasing touches of the hand on his member, trying to press deeper into the hand.
He bit down on his lip to stifle his moans as his hips jerked up and into his fist. He squeezed tighter around himself and gasped as he pinched his cold, hard, wet nipple between two fingers. “Ah...sir...I...I’m close...” he called softly, his voice cracking with the effort.
Soon, Matthew let out a high, soft whine as he brought his hand down to grip the base of his member, stroking it short and fast as his seed shot into the air before falling onto his stomach. “Alfred...!” he cried as his hips jerked, emptying the last of his essence onto his skin.
He took a deep breath and felt it shudder from his lungs as he slowly uncurled his fist, the fingers feeling stiff, stuck in their places. Then he released his tight grip on his nipple and reached down to pull the covers over himself as his seed dried on his stomach.
He reached down and grabbed Alfred’s pillow, holding it tight in his arms and breathing in the scent of the other man as he fell asleep with a smile on his face. “Thank you, sir...” he whispered to the dark room. “I hope your night was just as good.”
In his hotel room, Alfred bit down on his pillow to muffle his cries as he knelt on the bed, pushing his wooden shaft deep inside his hole as he thought of Matthew thrusting into him with that adorable blush on his cheeks. He screamed into the pillow as he spread his legs, shooting his seed into a small puddle on the sheets. He collapsed to the bed as soon as he pulled the toy from his ass, breathing deep as he curled up under the blankets. “...that was great, Matt. Maybe next time it’ll be the real thing...”
Author: Raikana Sakaro
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Alfred, Matthew, Vash and Elise (Lili).
Warnings: This is an AU in early Edwardian Montana, near the Canada/US border. Human names used because they are human. PORN.
Summary: Matthew is a farmhand who finds work on Alfred's horse ranch, and ends up falling in love. A continuation of a de-anon from the Hetalia kink meme. Alfred goes away on an overnight trip for business. Matt gets worried and lonely. Horribly cheesy ending.
...as you can see, this is a good two years after most of the rest of them. I tend to write in the future when I don't know what is next. This is just the first future one I finished. If you want to read everything in order, you might want to skip this one until I can fill in some gaps.
September 14, 1906
Matthew stood in the yard, just outside the house, watching as Alfred backed the two geldings into the cart rails. He hurried over as soon as the horses were in place, helping the older man buckle them into the harness, his fingers shaking slightly as they brushed the leather straps, double-checking his work.
Alfred smiled as he came around the cart, pressing a gentle kiss to Matthew’s cheek before going to check on his cargo. “Alright. Everything looks ready,” he said, turning to climb onto his seat.
Matthew put one hand on the other man’s arm and pulled him back again. “Be careful,” he whispered before leaning in to give Alfred one last kiss. “Just come back to us safe.”
Alfred smiled and gave the younger man a hug before clapping him on the shoulder and climbing into the seat. “I’ll be fine, Matt. It’s just an overnight. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow. I promise.”
Matthew took another deep breath and gripped Alfred’s boot for a moment before letting go and turning to walk back in the house. He found Elise standing inside the door and reached down to pick her up as he heard the horses start moving. He turned and waved as Alfred rode off. The young girl looked at the cart, then back at Matthew and started squirming impatiently.
He let her down and closed the door as the cart passed the front gate. She ran over to her seat and climbed back up to finish her breakfast. Beside her, Vash looked up from his plate, his expression as serious as ever. “Where did he go?”
Matthew sat down at the end of the table, listlessly picking through the rest of his own food. “He went to a horse fair in the city. He should be back by tomorrow.”
The young boy made a disinterested sound before resuming his meal. Matthew looked at his plate for a few more minutes before standing up and scraping the rest into the dog’s bowl. “I’m going out to exercise the horses. Vash, could you put the dishes in the tub when you’re done? I’ll come through later and wash them off.”
The boy just nodded gravely. “Yes, sir,” he said before Matthew walked outside, heading for the stables. He took down the harnesses and took each of the horse’s outside to run around the corral, but his body worked without any input from his brain. As his body ran the horses around the pen, his mind worked constantly, imagining Alfred getting lost, falling and hurting himself, getting attacked in the city.
Then, as he scrubbed the dishes clean, his mind showed him snippets of scenarios--the older man stuck in a narrow street as a stampede of horses bore down on him. Matthew dropped the plate back into the water and bit his lip hard as he took a deep breath, telling himself that none of it was real.
He cooked lunch for the children and smiled at them as they came to eat. “The rest of the food is in the oven,” he told Vash as he set the plates down. “Just use a rag to pull it out when you’re ready to eat again. I...I think I’ll spend some more time in the stables.”
Vash looked at the older man for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens.”
Matthew smiled at him again. “Thanks. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” He went back to the stables and pulled a wooden bucket into Liniére’s stall and sat down next to the young stallion, leaning back against the wall. “What do I do?” he asked, covering his face with one hand as images of disaster flitted through his head.
The horse turned to look at him curiously, then turned and buried his nose in the feed bucket. “Yeah...yeah, you’re right. I can’t let this get to me. I’m sure he’s fine. I just need to...distract myself. Maybe... Lili’s probably old enough to learn sewing, don’t you think? And I know Vash needs help with his letters.”
Liniére pulled his nose out of the bucket and looked at Matthew again, some oats still clinging to his nose, then looked away and drank deeply from his water. Matthew took a deep breath and stood up with a small smile, patting the velvety gold neck. “Thanks. I’m going to go do that.”
Matthew walked back into the house to see the two children still eating. Vash looked up at him as he walked by, saying with his piercing look what he couldn’t say out loud. Matthew stopped by the door to the sitting room and finally met Vash’s green stare. “I’ve changed my mind. Come in here when you’re done. I think we should spend this time studying.”
Vash just nodded once and Matthew walked into the living room, pulling the Bible off the shelf and setting it on the small table next to a small pile of mending and his sewing kit. The Canadian picked up one of Alfred’s shirts and held it up to his face, inhaling deeply before he set it on his lap to thread the needle.
As soon as the children came in, Matthew smiled again and set Elise on his lap with Vash sitting next to him. He had Vash read them stories from the Old Testament, helping him along every so often as he helped the young girl practice her sewing on a scrap piece of fabric.
After supper, he had them practice again until Vash’s voice grew slurred and Elise’s head bobbed over her stitching as they both fell asleep. Matthew stood up holding Elise close, her head resting on his shoulder as he gently pulled the Bible from Vash. “Bedtime,” he whispered and felt the smaller hand slide into his.
He took them upstairs and changed Elise into her nightgown as Vash stripped down to his union suit. He laid the girl down on his old bed and bent down to kiss her forehead. Vash shuffled over to the bed and climbed in next to his sister, wrapping his arms around her. Matthew pulled the blankets up to their shoulders, then bent to kiss Vash. “Sleep well,” he whispered as he turned to leave.
Matthew quietly closed the door behind him and went to his own room, sighing as he stripped down for a night alone. Without even thinking, he stripped down to his skin before climbing into bed. He rolled over to put his arm over Alfred, and sighed again when he remembered that the bed was empty.
He picked up the other man’s pillow and laid on his back, the pillow over his face. “Alfred...” he whispered, curling his fingers into the fabric as he breathed deep, letting his mind show him images of the other man again, this time of Alfred leaning over him as they moved against each other in bed. He felt his flesh stir as he breathed in Alfred’s scent again.
Matthew rolled onto his side as his erection grew, grabbing the pillow from his face and placing it between his legs. He moaned softly and rubbed against the pillow, his mind supplying him with the mental image of Alfred laying ready under him. He rolled onto his back again, the blankets barely covering his legs as his member stood fully erect.
He looked down at it for a moment, then closed his eyes and wrapped a hand around it with a moan. “Alfred...” he called out as he squeezed his hand tight, stroking up and down his length. “Please, sir... Please... Make me...feel good...”
Matthew thrust his hips into his hand and brought his second hand up to press inside his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He arched his back as his tongue slid over the pads of his fingers, moaning softly into the empty room, pulling harder on his erection.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and gasped for breath. “A-ah! Sir...please...please make me, sir... Make me feel good. I want release... I need release...!” He slid his arm down his chest and gasped as he ran a wet finger around his nipple. “Yes! Yes, sir, like that! Please!” his hips came off the bed as he followed the teasing touches of the hand on his member, trying to press deeper into the hand.
He bit down on his lip to stifle his moans as his hips jerked up and into his fist. He squeezed tighter around himself and gasped as he pinched his cold, hard, wet nipple between two fingers. “Ah...sir...I...I’m close...” he called softly, his voice cracking with the effort.
Soon, Matthew let out a high, soft whine as he brought his hand down to grip the base of his member, stroking it short and fast as his seed shot into the air before falling onto his stomach. “Alfred...!” he cried as his hips jerked, emptying the last of his essence onto his skin.
He took a deep breath and felt it shudder from his lungs as he slowly uncurled his fist, the fingers feeling stiff, stuck in their places. Then he released his tight grip on his nipple and reached down to pull the covers over himself as his seed dried on his stomach.
He reached down and grabbed Alfred’s pillow, holding it tight in his arms and breathing in the scent of the other man as he fell asleep with a smile on his face. “Thank you, sir...” he whispered to the dark room. “I hope your night was just as good.”
In his hotel room, Alfred bit down on his pillow to muffle his cries as he knelt on the bed, pushing his wooden shaft deep inside his hole as he thought of Matthew thrusting into him with that adorable blush on his cheeks. He screamed into the pillow as he spread his legs, shooting his seed into a small puddle on the sheets. He collapsed to the bed as soon as he pulled the toy from his ass, breathing deep as he curled up under the blankets. “...that was great, Matt. Maybe next time it’ll be the real thing...”