Better than an Alarm Clock
Alfred curled up to spoon Arthur's back. Warm skin met his own, below where Arthur's shirt rose halfway up his spine, and the back of Arthur's neck, tempting Alfred to kiss it.
Murmuring nothings as he set his lips gently to the sensitive skin where the back hairline starts, Alfred slowly moved his hands up his boyfriend's warm sides. Each rib bone being memorized by broad palms, the soft cotton competed against satin skin on the top and bottom of his hand.
"Mmm," sighed Arthur. The early morning light created mini halo silhoettes about the tips of his flyaway hair. His ass rocked slightly into Alfred's crotch.
Alfred hissed, and floated his hands down to Arthur's boxers somewhat bunched from sleep. One finger slid under the band of elastic, slowly pulling cloth away from heated skin, then a second finger joined the first to explore the jut of a hipbone.
"So uncomfortable, I bet, Sweetheart, Alfred whispered into his lover's ear, and Arthur, still in the haze of sleep threw his arm back on top of Alfred. Arthur shifted back and rolled slightly onto Alfred.
A wicked impulse came into Alfred's head. Sudden impulses were Alfred's weakness, his crabby but contained boyfriend always said. This one wanted him to grab those slightly sweaty scrunched up boxers and yank them down, pantsing his boy in bed. It would result in a startled and angry boyfriend. Which would lead to rough sex, Arthur being ruthless domineering for being awakened unexpectedly. Arthur would be a scowling boyfriend, full of scoldings, a dragon until tea, and even then there would be later retribution.
So Alfred reigned in his impulse, and took advantage of the new angle at which Arthur lay.
Arthur smelt like sleep, his own musky scent, and salt as if the ocean. Alfred took it in with heady pleasure.
His love, moaned and clicked his teeth and said in garblygook sleep talk, "Unicorns, green, no I said, bunny too," and then snuggled deeper into his boyfriend.
If they could be one, thought Alfred, like they always spoke about at weddings. Become one, no more just Alfred, no more just Arthur, always together. Alfred smiled and broadened his hands, now slid under the plaid boxers all the way, rubbing slow slow circles. Reaching down to the edges where rough hair started on the thigh, he gripped the edges of the boxer's flannel cotton and inched them straight.
Arthur sighed. "See, I told you I would help." Alfred smiled and kissed the edge of the ear by his face.
"Huh," Arthur said in sleep, grabbed at his boxers with his own hands, and rolled the opposite way from Alfred. Awkwardly it dragged Alfred with him. Alfred's hands stretched the flannel boxers as he tried to roll with Arthur.
"What are we having for breakfast sweetheart?" Alfred whispered, almost laughing as Arthur's face scrunched up in sleep.
True to form, Arthur answered in his sleep,"sissumpghat, hmmah." Alfred muffled the laughter trying to escape from his mouth by smothering it into the pillow.
Alfred noted their feet sticking out from the blankets below. They shared a shoe size, but Alfred's feet just never looked as nice as Arthur's. As Alfred had tried to do ineptly on their fifth date, he slowly rubbed the side of Arthur's calf with his foot, sliding it up against the varying textures of Arthur's wiry hair and smooth skin. Then he slid it down down until their toes kissed. Then Alfred started his foot up the contours of the tendons and the hollow before the shapely ankle. Now brushed his arch over Arthur's lovely ankle and coming up with his shin against Arthur's calve, their legs touching side by side.
"Mhph!" Arthur mumbled and flipped once again on his boyfiend. His face was inches away from Alfred's, his hand tangled in his own shirt and his left leg spooned about Alfred's waist.
Now Alfred internally moaned, their groins were touching each other, and Arthur's bent leg had tightly wound itself around Alfred's hip.
"Oh baby," he breathed. From this closeness he could actually see without his nearsightedness getting in the way. He could see Arthur's dark lashes, the tips blond, against creamy cheeks. He could see the few small freckles that lingered on Arthur's nose, that Alfred loved to kiss, and get yelled at for kissing. Those lips. Alfred could write pages about those lips in poorly worded English and lame non-poetic terms.
A gust of morning breath came his way. Mmm, Alfred thought, this was some sacred circle of hell or heaven, he couldn't decide which. "Oh baby, you are killing me." His hands had found the small of Arthur's back. One hand smoothed through the two dimples at the base of the spine. His other hand lingered on Arthur's wonderful beautiful ass. He gave it a small squeeze in appreciation and said truthfully, "Hey, Sweetheart, why are you so hot?"
He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to Arthur's.
"Alfred," came a very precise clipped British accent, "what are you doing?"
Alfreds eyes snapped open to see a set of very awake, very competent green eyes staring at him. "Were you feeling me up in my sleep?" Arthur's clipped tone was not amused.
Alfred turned a deep red, "Uh, just waking you up."
"Oh?" said the very neutral reply, an edge gaining. Still, Arthur's leg didn't move from Alfred's hip.
"Told you I'd still be here." Alfred grinned at his boyfriend. Arthur flushed pink and shook his head.
"You'll miss your bus."
"So?" Alfred leaned in to kiss Arthur's temple which made Arthur's eyelids flutter.
"You still haven't explained your molestation of me in my sleep, wanker." Arthur said threateningly, or as threateningly as a person could be when running their fingers through their boyfriend's hair.
Coming up to the top of Alfred head, Arthur's slim fingers flicked the cowlick that persistantly stayed straight up on Alfred's bangs.
"It's better than an alarm clock, right?" Alfred leaned in to place a kiss on Arthur's neck. Arthur's adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"Not forgiven."
"You told me what we were having for breakfast," Alfred murmured as he pulled Athur's shirt up high.
"Definitely not forgiven."
"Hmm, you have such a hot accent." Alfred gently licked Arthur's nipple.
"Hgbh." Arthur said, slightly breathless.
"That's what you said we were having for breakfast." Alfred laughed and then wet kissed down Arthur's sternum.
"Tosser."
"Something about unicorns." Alfred dipped his tongue into Arthur's navel. He adored Arthur's perfect white skin.
Arthur realized where this was going, and arched his back.
"Green bunnies."
"Fuck you. Fuck."
"Whassat, Sweetheart?" Alfred breathed onto the top of Arthur's treasure trail, making the hair dance and goosebumps rise.
"Fuck the bus!" Arthur said loudly, "I'm glad you stayed!"
Alfred smiled into Arthur's skin, "I'm staying a long time Sweetheart." As Arthur gripped the back of his hair and Alfred sank down lower, he whispered, "Together always."
Murmuring nothings as he set his lips gently to the sensitive skin where the back hairline starts, Alfred slowly moved his hands up his boyfriend's warm sides. Each rib bone being memorized by broad palms, the soft cotton competed against satin skin on the top and bottom of his hand.
"Mmm," sighed Arthur. The early morning light created mini halo silhoettes about the tips of his flyaway hair. His ass rocked slightly into Alfred's crotch.
Alfred hissed, and floated his hands down to Arthur's boxers somewhat bunched from sleep. One finger slid under the band of elastic, slowly pulling cloth away from heated skin, then a second finger joined the first to explore the jut of a hipbone.
"So uncomfortable, I bet, Sweetheart, Alfred whispered into his lover's ear, and Arthur, still in the haze of sleep threw his arm back on top of Alfred. Arthur shifted back and rolled slightly onto Alfred.
A wicked impulse came into Alfred's head. Sudden impulses were Alfred's weakness, his crabby but contained boyfriend always said. This one wanted him to grab those slightly sweaty scrunched up boxers and yank them down, pantsing his boy in bed. It would result in a startled and angry boyfriend. Which would lead to rough sex, Arthur being ruthless domineering for being awakened unexpectedly. Arthur would be a scowling boyfriend, full of scoldings, a dragon until tea, and even then there would be later retribution.
So Alfred reigned in his impulse, and took advantage of the new angle at which Arthur lay.
Arthur smelt like sleep, his own musky scent, and salt as if the ocean. Alfred took it in with heady pleasure.
His love, moaned and clicked his teeth and said in garblygook sleep talk, "Unicorns, green, no I said, bunny too," and then snuggled deeper into his boyfriend.
If they could be one, thought Alfred, like they always spoke about at weddings. Become one, no more just Alfred, no more just Arthur, always together. Alfred smiled and broadened his hands, now slid under the plaid boxers all the way, rubbing slow slow circles. Reaching down to the edges where rough hair started on the thigh, he gripped the edges of the boxer's flannel cotton and inched them straight.
Arthur sighed. "See, I told you I would help." Alfred smiled and kissed the edge of the ear by his face.
"Huh," Arthur said in sleep, grabbed at his boxers with his own hands, and rolled the opposite way from Alfred. Awkwardly it dragged Alfred with him. Alfred's hands stretched the flannel boxers as he tried to roll with Arthur.
"What are we having for breakfast sweetheart?" Alfred whispered, almost laughing as Arthur's face scrunched up in sleep.
True to form, Arthur answered in his sleep,"sissumpghat, hmmah." Alfred muffled the laughter trying to escape from his mouth by smothering it into the pillow.
Alfred noted their feet sticking out from the blankets below. They shared a shoe size, but Alfred's feet just never looked as nice as Arthur's. As Alfred had tried to do ineptly on their fifth date, he slowly rubbed the side of Arthur's calf with his foot, sliding it up against the varying textures of Arthur's wiry hair and smooth skin. Then he slid it down down until their toes kissed. Then Alfred started his foot up the contours of the tendons and the hollow before the shapely ankle. Now brushed his arch over Arthur's lovely ankle and coming up with his shin against Arthur's calve, their legs touching side by side.
"Mhph!" Arthur mumbled and flipped once again on his boyfiend. His face was inches away from Alfred's, his hand tangled in his own shirt and his left leg spooned about Alfred's waist.
Now Alfred internally moaned, their groins were touching each other, and Arthur's bent leg had tightly wound itself around Alfred's hip.
"Oh baby," he breathed. From this closeness he could actually see without his nearsightedness getting in the way. He could see Arthur's dark lashes, the tips blond, against creamy cheeks. He could see the few small freckles that lingered on Arthur's nose, that Alfred loved to kiss, and get yelled at for kissing. Those lips. Alfred could write pages about those lips in poorly worded English and lame non-poetic terms.
A gust of morning breath came his way. Mmm, Alfred thought, this was some sacred circle of hell or heaven, he couldn't decide which. "Oh baby, you are killing me." His hands had found the small of Arthur's back. One hand smoothed through the two dimples at the base of the spine. His other hand lingered on Arthur's wonderful beautiful ass. He gave it a small squeeze in appreciation and said truthfully, "Hey, Sweetheart, why are you so hot?"
He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to Arthur's.
"Alfred," came a very precise clipped British accent, "what are you doing?"
Alfreds eyes snapped open to see a set of very awake, very competent green eyes staring at him. "Were you feeling me up in my sleep?" Arthur's clipped tone was not amused.
Alfred turned a deep red, "Uh, just waking you up."
"Oh?" said the very neutral reply, an edge gaining. Still, Arthur's leg didn't move from Alfred's hip.
"Told you I'd still be here." Alfred grinned at his boyfriend. Arthur flushed pink and shook his head.
"You'll miss your bus."
"So?" Alfred leaned in to kiss Arthur's temple which made Arthur's eyelids flutter.
"You still haven't explained your molestation of me in my sleep, wanker." Arthur said threateningly, or as threateningly as a person could be when running their fingers through their boyfriend's hair.
Coming up to the top of Alfred head, Arthur's slim fingers flicked the cowlick that persistantly stayed straight up on Alfred's bangs.
"It's better than an alarm clock, right?" Alfred leaned in to place a kiss on Arthur's neck. Arthur's adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"Not forgiven."
"You told me what we were having for breakfast," Alfred murmured as he pulled Athur's shirt up high.
"Definitely not forgiven."
"Hmm, you have such a hot accent." Alfred gently licked Arthur's nipple.
"Hgbh." Arthur said, slightly breathless.
"That's what you said we were having for breakfast." Alfred laughed and then wet kissed down Arthur's sternum.
"Tosser."
"Something about unicorns." Alfred dipped his tongue into Arthur's navel. He adored Arthur's perfect white skin.
Arthur realized where this was going, and arched his back.
"Green bunnies."
"Fuck you. Fuck."
"Whassat, Sweetheart?" Alfred breathed onto the top of Arthur's treasure trail, making the hair dance and goosebumps rise.
"Fuck the bus!" Arthur said loudly, "I'm glad you stayed!"
Alfred smiled into Arthur's skin, "I'm staying a long time Sweetheart." As Arthur gripped the back of his hair and Alfred sank down lower, he whispered, "Together always."