Barely Awake: APH USxUK Fic
Barely Awake
APH USxUK
Di Long
Arthur burrowed into the down comforter and stretched his toes, cracking the joints, then rotating an ankle creating an even more satisfying pop. He curled in his toes and slid his feet around, luxuriating in the high thread count percale sheets as they slipped over his arches.
A rhythm of rain pelted against the window, while soft grey light permeated the bedroom. There was no telling what time it was, but it didn't really matter. It was Sunday and they both deserved a lie-in.
Alfred's warm body next to him shifted, his foot sliding to join Arthur's.
Arthur rubbed his sole along America's larger foot and up the back of his well-muscled calf. He was struck by the bare smoothness until he remembered that Alfred had recently shaved as part of a cycling event to raise money for cancer research. The sleek skin was arousing, even more so as he remembered how well the lycra jersey and bike shorts had hugged his lover's body; how lovely his ass had looked flexing over the bicycle's seat.
That image in mind, Arthur's hands wormed their way through the covers, wanting to feel the globes of that flesh, but they only encountered a twisted cocoon of sheets and blankets that twined around Alfred's body like a mummy's wrappings from waist to thigh.
England settled for palming Alfred's rear through the sheets and sighing happily at the warm strength he could feel through the bedding. Just like in Victorian times, he would delight in discovering the treasures hidden underneath the linnens as he slowly unwrapped this body.
With an answering puff of air, Alfred turned to face him, eyes still shut, mouth lax. Long arms draped across England's shoulders, pulling him closer. America snuggled his chin under Arthur's and let out a long, hot exhale over the skin of his neck. “Love you,” he murmured, smacking his lips.
Desire melted into warm security and affection as England put his hands to new use and combed his fingers through the smooth strands of Alfred's hair. Such a dear boy. This was all he needed in life, right here in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the crown of that beloved head. He closed his eyes and let Alfred's body heat lull him back towards sleep.
“Say you love me back,” Alfred groused sleepily.
“Hush.” Arthur never responded to demands for declarations of affection; it felt insincere somehow.
“Say it,” Alfred slured into Arthur's neck, barely awake.
England's eyes fluttered open to watch the rain trail down the window panes with a soft smile. This was a familiar game, and one England never lost. Silly America. Couldn't he feel the love surrounding them like another blanket?
America pressed an almost kiss onto England's collar bone. “Please?”
“Listen to you.” England ran his hands down Alfred's arms. “Always so demanding.”
“ 'M not,” came the muffled reply.
Arthur slid a leg in between Alfred's, snuggling closer. “Sleep, Love.”
“Close,” America sighed, running the pads of his fingers over the bumps of Arthur's spine.
Arthur pulled the comforter up to his nose and closed his eyes letting the warmth and Alfred's presence engulf him. “Hmmm.”
“So mean,” Alfred's words were heavy with sleep.
England snorted, letting his body relax. His mind slipped into a comfortable blank as he drifted away.
“Love... you...” Alfred's words ended in a soft snore, sleep reclaiming him again.
Arthur's last thoughts were that rainy days didn't bother him anymore, not when they could be like this.
Fini~
A/N:
This was fun because I never write things so short. It was a challenge to do so, but loads of fun.
"Just like in Victorian times, he would delight in discovering the treasures hidden underneath the linnens as he slowly unwrapped this body."- This is a nod to the Victorian craze over all things Egyptological. In Britain
mummy unwrapping parties were quite the thing.
APH USxUK
Di Long
Arthur burrowed into the down comforter and stretched his toes, cracking the joints, then rotating an ankle creating an even more satisfying pop. He curled in his toes and slid his feet around, luxuriating in the high thread count percale sheets as they slipped over his arches.
A rhythm of rain pelted against the window, while soft grey light permeated the bedroom. There was no telling what time it was, but it didn't really matter. It was Sunday and they both deserved a lie-in.
Alfred's warm body next to him shifted, his foot sliding to join Arthur's.
Arthur rubbed his sole along America's larger foot and up the back of his well-muscled calf. He was struck by the bare smoothness until he remembered that Alfred had recently shaved as part of a cycling event to raise money for cancer research. The sleek skin was arousing, even more so as he remembered how well the lycra jersey and bike shorts had hugged his lover's body; how lovely his ass had looked flexing over the bicycle's seat.
That image in mind, Arthur's hands wormed their way through the covers, wanting to feel the globes of that flesh, but they only encountered a twisted cocoon of sheets and blankets that twined around Alfred's body like a mummy's wrappings from waist to thigh.
England settled for palming Alfred's rear through the sheets and sighing happily at the warm strength he could feel through the bedding. Just like in Victorian times, he would delight in discovering the treasures hidden underneath the linnens as he slowly unwrapped this body.
With an answering puff of air, Alfred turned to face him, eyes still shut, mouth lax. Long arms draped across England's shoulders, pulling him closer. America snuggled his chin under Arthur's and let out a long, hot exhale over the skin of his neck. “Love you,” he murmured, smacking his lips.
Desire melted into warm security and affection as England put his hands to new use and combed his fingers through the smooth strands of Alfred's hair. Such a dear boy. This was all he needed in life, right here in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the crown of that beloved head. He closed his eyes and let Alfred's body heat lull him back towards sleep.
“Say you love me back,” Alfred groused sleepily.
“Hush.” Arthur never responded to demands for declarations of affection; it felt insincere somehow.
“Say it,” Alfred slured into Arthur's neck, barely awake.
England's eyes fluttered open to watch the rain trail down the window panes with a soft smile. This was a familiar game, and one England never lost. Silly America. Couldn't he feel the love surrounding them like another blanket?
America pressed an almost kiss onto England's collar bone. “Please?”
“Listen to you.” England ran his hands down Alfred's arms. “Always so demanding.”
“ 'M not,” came the muffled reply.
Arthur slid a leg in between Alfred's, snuggling closer. “Sleep, Love.”
“Close,” America sighed, running the pads of his fingers over the bumps of Arthur's spine.
Arthur pulled the comforter up to his nose and closed his eyes letting the warmth and Alfred's presence engulf him. “Hmmm.”
“So mean,” Alfred's words were heavy with sleep.
England snorted, letting his body relax. His mind slipped into a comfortable blank as he drifted away.
“Love... you...” Alfred's words ended in a soft snore, sleep reclaiming him again.
Arthur's last thoughts were that rainy days didn't bother him anymore, not when they could be like this.
Fini~
A/N:
This was fun because I never write things so short. It was a challenge to do so, but loads of fun.
"Just like in Victorian times, he would delight in discovering the treasures hidden underneath the linnens as he slowly unwrapped this body."- This is a nod to the Victorian craze over all things Egyptological. In Britain
mummy unwrapping parties were quite the thing.