Can't Make You Love Me [3/?]
Title: Can't Make You Love Me
Genre: Drama/romance
Characters: Alfred Jones & Arthur Kirkland
Pairing(s): USUK
Rating: M
Warnings: AU, strong language, use of human names, sexual situations
Summary: Arthur's just doing his job. Then some idiot decides he wants to see him properly.
Summary of this chapter: Alfred's first real sexual encounter with another man
Notes: This chapter was originally joined with the last one but I was eager to post something last time, and hence this chapter is a bit longer. This chapter's title steals a line from 'Breezeblocks' by Alt-J (I would link to the official music video, but it contains unpleasant scenes of violence and no me gusta). As a sidenote, this is unbeta'd!
Alfred opened the door, holding it for Arthur to go in first before going in and closing it behind himself. He was starting to look anxious again as he took off his outerwear.
“Well… it’s a nicer room than I’d thought it would be,” Alfred joked, prompting a hum of agreement from Arthur.
“Have you booked it out overnight?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… I suppose that we have no time limit then,” Arthur shrugged out of his coat.
“Heh, I guess,” Alfred sat on the edge of the bed and began to toe off his shoes. Arthur slowly approached him and placed his hands on the other’s shoulders, pushing him back on to the bed with ease. “Right now?”
“Now.”
Alfred gawked up at him and Arthur just smiled, though it was sort of sad somehow, not reaching his eyes. The Brit knelt on the ground in front of him and kissed gently at his crotch through his trousers.
“Mmm,” he hummed, rubbing his nose and cheek against Alfred’s groin, not unlike a cat nuzzling its master. Cats probably weren’t a good association to make with this situation. Alfred’s breath shuddered as he watched, drinking in Arthur as he began to unbuckle Alfred’s belt, pressing kisses along the in-seams of his jeans.
Alfred lifted his hips up off of the bed to help Arthur get him out of them, though he was surprised that Arthur let them hang around his ankles. Alfred gasped as Arthur began to squeeze him through his underwear.
“Aw shit…”
“Make sure you pay attention to what I do,” Arthur’s voice was like warm honey when he looked up at Alfred, all soft and tender.
“Yeah,” Al replied intelligently as his mouth hung open. Arthur was so pretty.
The Brit finally began to pull down Alfred’s underwear to expose him completely. Alfred was quick to pull off his shirt, haphazardly throwing it across the room. His hands came to rest on Arthur’s head, fingers running through his messy hair only to mess it up more when Arthur’s lips pillowed against the head of Alfred’s semi.
“Condom?” he asked, nonchalant.
“Uh-uh-m… my pocket,” Alfred stammered, body twitching with eagerness. Arthur nodded and reached into Alfred’s pockets, holding his cock in the other hand, feeling it become firmer in his grip. He soon produced the condom and pulled away to carefully open it, placing it on to Alfred.
“Fuck,” he choked, wanting to throw his head back but not, because he wanted to watch Arthur.
Arthur tongued at the slit of his cock (though it was harder to do so with the contraceptive in the way), allowing saliva to drip down in an attempt to lubricate him somewhat. Arthur glanced up at Alfred, seeing how his whole body was taut like a bow, so close to orgasming after nothing at all. But he was young and inexperienced, Arthur excused him before enveloping Alfred into his mouth. He slowly worked his way down Alfred’s cock until he could feel him at the back of his throat.
Alfred had a big one, bigger than most Arthur had had to deal with; he could still see a couple of inches that had yet to enter his mouth.
Alfred was shivering, clearly restraining himself and Arthur couldn’t help but purr with amusement and pride that he could make Alfred lose himself like this. He lathed his tongue along the underside of Alfred’s cock before beginning to move his head in a rhythmic motion. Alfred was making pleasured noises above him.
He was sucking as hard as he could without it being too much for Alfred, and did so for around a minute before pulling away with a loud popping sound. Alfred whined, hips bucking upwards to try and reclaim Arthur’s mouth, his fingertips digging into Arthur’s scalp. Arthur just batted him away.
He kissed Alfred’s inner thigh, down to his balls and took one into his mouth, sucking gently. He began to stroke Alfred’s cock with two hands. Alfred’s entire body shuddered and he began to lift his hips, effectively fucking the hole Arthur’s hands formed.
“Feel good?” Arthur asked as he let Alfred’s ball fall from his mouth, moving to lick at the other one. He smirked up at Alfred, who gazed at him with half-lidded, lustful eyes.
“Uhuh,” Alfred moaned. Arthur went to suck his balls again and Alfred sounded like a desperate man, “Oh my God.”
Arthur let Alfred fall from his mouth again.
“You can fuck my mouth, if you’d like?” Arthur offered lowly and Alfred nodded, squirming at the repeated motions of Arthur’s hands.
“Yeah, yeah. Please, ahh…”
Arthur placed his mouth over Alfred’s cock, shifting his position on his knees so that he could take more of Alfred in. He placed his hands either side of Alfred’s hips and looked up at him, inviting him. Alfred tentatively began to move his hips up into Arthur’s mouth, his hands returning Arthur’s head. Arthur could feel Alfred’s cock going down his throat with every thrust and closed his eyes, trying to focus on sucking and not choking. After a minute or so, after no protests from Arthur, Alfred began to force his way deeper into Arthur’s throat and all Arthur could do was hold on to the sheets.
“Fuck. A-Arthur, are you okay? You can take my dick?” his head dropped back against the bed and Arthur began to stroke one of Alfred’s thighs, trying to encourage him that he was alright. Alfred appeared to be miles away, in his own world.
“Ahh… fuck. Ah. Ahhh,” Alfred groaned. “Arthur, I’m gonna’ cum. I’m gonna’…”
Arthur moaned around his cock, and it was enough to push Alfred over the edge. He pushed into Arthur as much as he could, movements becoming jerky as he came with a shout. He kept a firm hold on Arthur’s head, continuing to use him to pleasure himself as he came down from his high.
Arthur soon forcefully removed Alfred’s hands and pulled away with a cough. His eyes were watery and his lips were swollen. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rubbed at his eyes, taking a few seconds to recover. Alfred sat up and immediately looked guilty. He reached out to try and wipe away Arthur’s tears, clearly concerned.
“Shit, sorry. I got carried away. Are you alright?” his glasses were slightly skewed on his nose. Arthur laughed a little, embarrassed and nodded.
“I’m fine, I’m fine… it was that good, eh?” he got off of his knees on the ground and got up on the bed, sitting beside Alfred.
“Uh, yeah,” Alfred blushed. “I guess so.”
“Good,” Arthur sniffed, his nose beginning to run, too. “You’ve at least got your money’s worth, then,” he teased, wiping at his eyes once more.
“Huh?” Alfred’s back straightened. “But aren’t I going to… do it for you?” he sounded worried that he wouldn’t, his eyes still slightly hazy from his climax.
“Yes, yes. I just need some time to recover,” Arthur told him, lying back on the bed. “Do you think you could get me a glass of water?”
Alfred nodded and leapt up on to his feet, though he stumbled when he remembered that he had his jeans and underwear around his ankles. He kicked off the clothes around his ankles and unabashedly walked into the bathroom totally naked to get some water and dispose of the condom.
Arthur unfastened his trousers to relieve the pressure on his crotch. His throat was sore from Alfred’s roughness, he wasn’t going to deny it. He kicked off his shoes and looked up at Alfred as he felt the bed dip under his weight.
“Here,” Alfred handed him the cup, cueing Arthur to sit upright.
“Thank you,” he took the cup from him and sipped quickly from it, immediately feeling a little better. But Alfred was really staring at him, far too affectionately for Arthur’s liking. Alfred soon reached out, absently running his fingers through Arthur’s hair. “Alfred?”
“Mm?”
“What are you doing?” his voice was a little hoarse.
“I’m just, ah,” Alfred blushed and pulled his hand away, “I’m just tryin’ to be nice.”
“You don’t have to be,” Arthur shook his head. “You’re paying for this, remember?” He didn’t want Alfred to read more into this than necessary.
“So,” Alfred frowned a little after a silent moment of thought, “I can’t kiss you or anything?”
“No, you can’t,” Arthur shook his head, drinking more water.
“But I can suck your dick?”
“Yes, if I am to ‘teach’ you.”
“Then, how much do I gotta’ pay to give you a little more lovin’?” Alfred pouted somewhat, looking far too similar to a petulant child for Arthur’s liking.
“Um…” Arthur swallowed thickly. “You haven’t even sucked me off yet,” he pointed out and Alfred reached for his cup, putting it to the side.
“Yeah,” Alfred sighed, “guess not.” He leaned in like he was about to kiss Arthur, who ducked away from it. The American appeared to get the message and shifted so that he was sitting in front of Arthur, who moved back to lean against the headboard.
Alfred hesitantly reached out, lightly touching Arthur’s erection poking from the opening of his trousers. Arthur sucked in a breath and lifted himself up to pull down his trousers and boxers to mid-thigh. Alfred moved off of the bed, removing Arthur’s clothes and then (to Arthur’s surprise) his socks. He threw them to the side and quickly climbed back, once again going in to kiss Arthur on the mouth, though the other was too fast and once again turned away. Alfred tried not to show his disappointment and instead began to unfasten Arthur’s shirt, kissing a trail down his chest. This was strange for him to be doing this with a man… but he liked it.
Arthur swallowed thickly, trying to let himself relax and become numb as Alfred touched him. He let his head drop backwards, eyes closing as he tried to focus on the sweet way Alfred was touching him. It’d been a long time since anyone had touched him so sweetly.
Alfred soon reached Arthur’s hips and was confronted with the first penis aside from his own that he had ever had to deal with. He was considerably nervous. It looked really big - not as big as his but it was still intimidating to someone who’d never… seen one before outside of the locker room at high school. And porn, of course. He soon felt Arthur’s hand on his cheek, comforting him as his thumb stroked along his cheekbone. He sat up on his knees and met Arthur’s gaze.
“What do I do?” he asked dumbly, embarrassed.
“Well, the first thing you do is get a condom from my trousers,” Arthur smiled, clearly calm about it. Alfred nodded, looking determined to complete his first mission and scrambled away to find the silver wrapper. He pulled it out and held it up for Arthur to see, as though he had no idea of what it looked like.
“This?”
“Yes, Alfred,” Arthur propped up one of his knees, trying to make himself more comfortable now that the hard part for him was over. Alfred settled himself on his stomach, head resting on the Arthur’s thigh on the bed. He opened the condom and rolled it on to Arthur’s cock, feeling the heat radiating from it into his hand was weird. Arthur gave a helping hand, steadying his erection for Alfred; their fingertips touched when Alfred reached the base. Arthur quickly pulled away.
“So, what now?” Alfred looked up at him and removed his glasses, putting to them to the side as he asked for guidance.
“Uhh… it’s always good to tease a little before you ‘give the show’, so to speak.”
“Right.”
“Just try to remember what I did, what girls have done for you.”
“Okay,” Alfred still looked nervous as he gripped the base of Arthur’s cock in his hand, squeezing gently. Arthur shivered. He kissed the tip, and then slowly along the side. He was kissing Arthur’s cock slightly sloppily, like he might’ve done if he’d been kissing Arthur’s face.
“Good boy,” Arthur breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he slid his hand across the back of Alfred’s head. He could feel the American smile against his cock.
Alfred breathed out, tickling Arthur’s skin with his warm breath. And for a moment, Arthur had thought he was going to get a wonderful blowjob as Alfred’s lips went to close around his cock, intending to suck and swallow him.
But then he felt teeth as Alfred tried to take him into his mouth.
Arthur winced in pain, letting out a gasp.
“Stop, stop!”
Alfred pulled back immediately, alarmed.
“Did I hurt you? How did I - what the hell could I have possibly done wrong?” Alfred huffed. “You just don’t want me to-”
“Teeth. You caught your fucking teeth on me,” Arthur sighed, blunt and to the point.
“Huh?” Alfred appeared to be confused, “But I didn’t mean to… ah, shit. Sorry.” The American looked very un-nerved now.
“It’s fine. You sort of need to make a specific shape with your lips,” Arthur blushed, hesitating for a moment before attempting to show him, covering the edges of his teeth with his lips. “Like this,” he tried to speak. Alfred stared in awe and only made Arthur feel uncomfortable, so he stopped. “You need to create an ‘o’ shape.”
“Oh?” Alfred mocked.
“Yes, an ‘o’,” Arthur frowned despite Alfred’s small but nervous smile. This was starting to become more of a hindrance than a joy. “Try again. Make sure you keep your teeth away from my…”
“Your foreskin, I got it.” Alfred didn’t seem to be at all embarrassed about saying as such, surprisingly. Arthur just turned pink again. “Okay. Ready?”
“Fine.”
Alfred soon began to descend again, clearly trying to make the shape Arthur had described. Arthur felt incredibly rigid, watching Alfred like a hawk. It was going well, Alfred kept his teeth in check going down, but coming up was a different story.
“Did you listen to what I just told you?!” Arthur snapped, losing his patience as he pushed Alfred’s head away. “That hurts!” he soon fell quiet when he saw Alfred’s face more clearly; his smile had disappeared and his eyes were slightly wide. Clearly Arthur hadn’t been being gentle enough with him. He looked like he was about to burst into tears and it made Arthur’s heart ache for some ungodly reason.
“I’m really sorry. I’m trying my best but this is really hard for me, okay?” Alfred appeared to be trying to stop his voice from wavering. “I’ve never done this before.” He was breathing heavily, eyes averted; Arthur saw him look at his erection for a second before glancing away as though he was unable to look.
Arthur pursed his lips, staring at Alfred for a moment before sitting back and sighing, gesturing Alfred to come closer. Alfred was reluctant.
“I’m sorry that I shouted,” he made sure his voice was soft, “please come here. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He shifted his legs, closing them so that Alfred could come up by his side - which Alfred soon did, pouting a little.
Arthur slowly slid an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and pulled him against his side. This was the most physical contact they’d had so far, despite having touched each other in such intimate places. Alfred could feel Arthur’s ribs inhaling and exhaling whilst Arthur could faintly feel Alfred’s heartbeat.
“Maybe I,” Alfred started to speak but faltered shortly afterwards, looking ashamed of himself. “Maybe I’m not gay.”
Arthur snorted.
“Just because you aren’t good at oral, doesn’t mean you aren’t gay,” he told him with an amused smile. “You like my cock, don’t you? I could tell by the way your pupils dilated.”
Alfred’s cheeks darkened.
“Well, I guess but… is that how you know you’re straight?” Alfred tentatively leaned into Arthur’s touch, though he rested his head back against the headboard, regarding the other. “You like pussies?”
“Don’t call them that,” Arthur grimaced. “And who said I was straight?”
Alfred looked confused. “So you’re gay?”
“No…? I thought I’d told you that?” Arthur watched Alfred carefully and could tell Alfred was at a loss for what to say. “Just because I’m not gay doesn’t mean I’m straight, Alfred.”
“So you’re bi?” the American looked like he was trying to understand.
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
Arthur pulled away from Alfred at that, shifting up on to his knees to remove the condom on his erection that was beginning to feel painful though he was trying to ignore it. He sat up straight on the bed, facing Alfred.
“Do you want the truth?” Alfred nodded, leaning forward as though it were story time. “I’m honestly not all that sure of what my sexuality is,” Arthur shrugged, looking away. “Sex is something I’ve always taken as a casual thing. So long as I enjoyed it, then it didn’t matter who it was with and now that, that’s gone… I don’t really have a preference because I don’t actively go looking for sex anymore.”
Alfred’s blue eyes were narrowed in concern, his muscular figure slumped on the bed.
“What about a relationship?” he said at last. “Don’t you ever want someone to come home to?”
“Who wants to come home to a cock-sucker like me?” Arthur was beginning to sound bitter despite the way he flippantly talked down about himself. He was no longer looking at Alfred though he could hear him sigh.
“Have you ever tried? To have a relationship, I mean.”
“Not for a very long time,” Arthur licked his lips, closing his eyes as he tried to block out painful memories. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to come up. We can… I can refund you, if you’d like me to.”
“What?” Alfred’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Huh?”
“I’ll just give you back your money,” Arthur began to get up from the bed. “This was a stupid idea, I should have never-” he felt Alfred’s hand close around his wrist and whipped round to stare at Alfred in confusion.
“I don’t want you to do that,” Alfred smiled sheepishly. “Sure, you were a kind of a dick to me a second ago but that doesn’t mean you need to give me the money back.” His grip was tight around Arthur’s thin and bony wrist. He tugged gently, forcing Arthur to kneel with one leg on the bed. “I want you to keep it and, gosh darn it, Arthur, I really like you. You’re mighty pretty,” Arthur’s cheeks felt warm as he held Alfred’s gaze, “and you’re kind of cranky and a little weird but… I really don’t regret doin’ this. In fact, I’d like to make a proposition.”
Alfred’s thumb was rubbing across the back of Arthur’s hand soothingly. Arthur couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“How about we make this a regular thing?” Arthur had been afraid he’d ask that.
“Alfred, you’re incredibly sweet but I don’t want to be in a-”
“No, no, no. I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Arthur. I get that you aren’t doin’ this for fun… but I’ve had a good time and I think you have too, and I’m not ready to say goodbye to you just yet.” Alfred pulled Arthur closer, making him sit properly on the bed again. Alfred shuffled to sit beside him, now holding Arthur’s hands between his.
“What are you suggesting?” Arthur asked cautiously.
“Well, call me crazy, but what if I paid you monthly?”
“You’re crazy,” Arthur retorted. Though couldn’t help but tense up although he was intrigued by the prospect of having a more steady income, doing something that required little to no effort. “To do what?”
“To be my boyfriend,” Alfred grinned as though he’d said something completely innocent, as though he wouldn’t be paying for it.
“What does that entail?” Arthur asked, pointedly reserving a reaction for when he had all of the information.
“Uhh… well, I guess, dates, social occasions, hand-holding,” Alfred squeezed Arthur’s hand, “kissing and, ahem, I’d pay you extra when we bone.” At least he had the shame to be embarrassed by that. Arthur snatched his hand away and stared ahead across the room, clearly debating it.
“What do you mean by ‘bone’…?”
Alfred blushed.
“Umm…”
“Do you mean sex?” Arthur swallowed thickly, focusing on a painting on the hotel wall; looked like an attempt at Turner.
“Yeah,” Alfred said after a few moments, clearly anxious. Arthur bit his lip, shoulders slumping a little. It had been a while since he’d truly sold his body and he’d promised he’d never do it again.
“How much?”
“Uh,” Alfred swallowed, clearly having not expected to get this far into the conversation without an emotional response. “How much did I pay you today?”
“$100,” Arthur didn’t hesitate. It was a lot of money to him.
“Ah,” Alfred grimaced. “Well, I could help you out where you live? Find you somewhere nice to stay.”
“Implying that where I live isn’t,” Arthur scowled, giving his first initial response to the idea.
“Where do you live?”
“The Bronx.”
“Riverdale? Pelham Bay?” Alfred looked interested but Arthur just huffed, folding his arms across his chest.
“Of course not, you tit.”
“Yeah, I’ll find you a new place,” Alfred chuckled. “How much do you make a month at the moment?” Arthur was beginning to wonder when this turned into an inquest about his personal life.
“Um, anything between $250 to $500.”
“I’ll pay you $500 on top of that,” that was a lot of money… though Arthur was clearly still unsure.
“All you’d have to do is spend time with me,” Alfred continued.
“What if I don’t like you?” Arthur said it far too quickly.
“Ah,” Alfred hesitated, looking hurt. “Then…”
“I’m joking, Alfred,” Arthur shook his head.
“Good,” Alfred laughed, though it sounded forced.
Arthur looked uncomfortable. The offer was tempting. He’d heard gunshots outside of his home just the other night and it unsettled him. This would be a steady, easy job. He’d be getting sexual satisfaction (if Alfred got any better at oral), maybe a new place to live, as well as a person that cared about him; like a friend of sorts. He sighed shakily.
“It seems as though it’s an offer I can’t resist.”
“Yeah?” Alfred began to grin.
“Can you really afford $500 a month?” Arthur shifted where he sat, feeling uncomfortable about taking Alfred’s money from him, even though he offered it so readily.
“It’s only money,” Alfred shrugged and Arthur wanted to punch him for it. It may have been only money to him, but it was the difference between paying the rent and having enough to eat to Arthur. He pursed his lips, not wanting to mess it up.
“These are my conditions,” Arthur straightened up, trying to look seriously at the other, about to continue when Alfred let out a throaty chuckle, blue eyes sparkling.
“You like making it into a verbal contract, don’t you?” he watched Arthur bristle and leaned in, pecking his forehead. “Go ahead, darlin’.”
All Arthur couldn’t help but think was: “fuck”.
Notes:
- "Turner" that Arthur thinks the painting on the hotel wall is similar to is J.M.V Turner (often referred to as just "Turner" - and not to be confused with William Turner, another English painter!). He is famous for his stunning landscape paintings and the variety in his use of colour. Check out his paintings if you haven't heard of him before, they're beautiful!
- Riverdale and Pelham Bay are supposedly (I'm not American so I have no idea) some of the nicer, richer areas of the Bronx (which is stereotypically known as being one of the more dangerous areas of NYC). Some of the houses there can cost up to millions of dollars
- I haven't written smut in a non-rp situation for so long, I hope this isn't laughable and that I didn't disappoint anyone too much! They'll do the do eventually e3e
Might be a while until my next update as I'm moving back to my university town in the next two weeks and I have to settle in again, so be patient. I have a much better idea of what I'm going to do with this story now. What I'm interested in knowing is if it's at all bland? Constructive criticism would be much appreciated! Cheers!
Genre: Drama/romance
Characters: Alfred Jones & Arthur Kirkland
Pairing(s): USUK
Rating: M
Warnings: AU, strong language, use of human names, sexual situations
Summary: Arthur's just doing his job. Then some idiot decides he wants to see him properly.
Summary of this chapter: Alfred's first real sexual encounter with another man
Notes: This chapter was originally joined with the last one but I was eager to post something last time, and hence this chapter is a bit longer. This chapter's title steals a line from 'Breezeblocks' by Alt-J (I would link to the official music video, but it contains unpleasant scenes of violence and no me gusta). As a sidenote, this is unbeta'd!
Alfred opened the door, holding it for Arthur to go in first before going in and closing it behind himself. He was starting to look anxious again as he took off his outerwear.
“Well… it’s a nicer room than I’d thought it would be,” Alfred joked, prompting a hum of agreement from Arthur.
“Have you booked it out overnight?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… I suppose that we have no time limit then,” Arthur shrugged out of his coat.
“Heh, I guess,” Alfred sat on the edge of the bed and began to toe off his shoes. Arthur slowly approached him and placed his hands on the other’s shoulders, pushing him back on to the bed with ease. “Right now?”
“Now.”
Alfred gawked up at him and Arthur just smiled, though it was sort of sad somehow, not reaching his eyes. The Brit knelt on the ground in front of him and kissed gently at his crotch through his trousers.
“Mmm,” he hummed, rubbing his nose and cheek against Alfred’s groin, not unlike a cat nuzzling its master. Cats probably weren’t a good association to make with this situation. Alfred’s breath shuddered as he watched, drinking in Arthur as he began to unbuckle Alfred’s belt, pressing kisses along the in-seams of his jeans.
Alfred lifted his hips up off of the bed to help Arthur get him out of them, though he was surprised that Arthur let them hang around his ankles. Alfred gasped as Arthur began to squeeze him through his underwear.
“Aw shit…”
“Make sure you pay attention to what I do,” Arthur’s voice was like warm honey when he looked up at Alfred, all soft and tender.
“Yeah,” Al replied intelligently as his mouth hung open. Arthur was so pretty.
The Brit finally began to pull down Alfred’s underwear to expose him completely. Alfred was quick to pull off his shirt, haphazardly throwing it across the room. His hands came to rest on Arthur’s head, fingers running through his messy hair only to mess it up more when Arthur’s lips pillowed against the head of Alfred’s semi.
“Condom?” he asked, nonchalant.
“Uh-uh-m… my pocket,” Alfred stammered, body twitching with eagerness. Arthur nodded and reached into Alfred’s pockets, holding his cock in the other hand, feeling it become firmer in his grip. He soon produced the condom and pulled away to carefully open it, placing it on to Alfred.
“Fuck,” he choked, wanting to throw his head back but not, because he wanted to watch Arthur.
Arthur tongued at the slit of his cock (though it was harder to do so with the contraceptive in the way), allowing saliva to drip down in an attempt to lubricate him somewhat. Arthur glanced up at Alfred, seeing how his whole body was taut like a bow, so close to orgasming after nothing at all. But he was young and inexperienced, Arthur excused him before enveloping Alfred into his mouth. He slowly worked his way down Alfred’s cock until he could feel him at the back of his throat.
Alfred had a big one, bigger than most Arthur had had to deal with; he could still see a couple of inches that had yet to enter his mouth.
Alfred was shivering, clearly restraining himself and Arthur couldn’t help but purr with amusement and pride that he could make Alfred lose himself like this. He lathed his tongue along the underside of Alfred’s cock before beginning to move his head in a rhythmic motion. Alfred was making pleasured noises above him.
He was sucking as hard as he could without it being too much for Alfred, and did so for around a minute before pulling away with a loud popping sound. Alfred whined, hips bucking upwards to try and reclaim Arthur’s mouth, his fingertips digging into Arthur’s scalp. Arthur just batted him away.
He kissed Alfred’s inner thigh, down to his balls and took one into his mouth, sucking gently. He began to stroke Alfred’s cock with two hands. Alfred’s entire body shuddered and he began to lift his hips, effectively fucking the hole Arthur’s hands formed.
“Feel good?” Arthur asked as he let Alfred’s ball fall from his mouth, moving to lick at the other one. He smirked up at Alfred, who gazed at him with half-lidded, lustful eyes.
“Uhuh,” Alfred moaned. Arthur went to suck his balls again and Alfred sounded like a desperate man, “Oh my God.”
Arthur let Alfred fall from his mouth again.
“You can fuck my mouth, if you’d like?” Arthur offered lowly and Alfred nodded, squirming at the repeated motions of Arthur’s hands.
“Yeah, yeah. Please, ahh…”
Arthur placed his mouth over Alfred’s cock, shifting his position on his knees so that he could take more of Alfred in. He placed his hands either side of Alfred’s hips and looked up at him, inviting him. Alfred tentatively began to move his hips up into Arthur’s mouth, his hands returning Arthur’s head. Arthur could feel Alfred’s cock going down his throat with every thrust and closed his eyes, trying to focus on sucking and not choking. After a minute or so, after no protests from Arthur, Alfred began to force his way deeper into Arthur’s throat and all Arthur could do was hold on to the sheets.
“Fuck. A-Arthur, are you okay? You can take my dick?” his head dropped back against the bed and Arthur began to stroke one of Alfred’s thighs, trying to encourage him that he was alright. Alfred appeared to be miles away, in his own world.
“Ahh… fuck. Ah. Ahhh,” Alfred groaned. “Arthur, I’m gonna’ cum. I’m gonna’…”
Arthur moaned around his cock, and it was enough to push Alfred over the edge. He pushed into Arthur as much as he could, movements becoming jerky as he came with a shout. He kept a firm hold on Arthur’s head, continuing to use him to pleasure himself as he came down from his high.
Arthur soon forcefully removed Alfred’s hands and pulled away with a cough. His eyes were watery and his lips were swollen. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rubbed at his eyes, taking a few seconds to recover. Alfred sat up and immediately looked guilty. He reached out to try and wipe away Arthur’s tears, clearly concerned.
“Shit, sorry. I got carried away. Are you alright?” his glasses were slightly skewed on his nose. Arthur laughed a little, embarrassed and nodded.
“I’m fine, I’m fine… it was that good, eh?” he got off of his knees on the ground and got up on the bed, sitting beside Alfred.
“Uh, yeah,” Alfred blushed. “I guess so.”
“Good,” Arthur sniffed, his nose beginning to run, too. “You’ve at least got your money’s worth, then,” he teased, wiping at his eyes once more.
“Huh?” Alfred’s back straightened. “But aren’t I going to… do it for you?” he sounded worried that he wouldn’t, his eyes still slightly hazy from his climax.
“Yes, yes. I just need some time to recover,” Arthur told him, lying back on the bed. “Do you think you could get me a glass of water?”
Alfred nodded and leapt up on to his feet, though he stumbled when he remembered that he had his jeans and underwear around his ankles. He kicked off the clothes around his ankles and unabashedly walked into the bathroom totally naked to get some water and dispose of the condom.
Arthur unfastened his trousers to relieve the pressure on his crotch. His throat was sore from Alfred’s roughness, he wasn’t going to deny it. He kicked off his shoes and looked up at Alfred as he felt the bed dip under his weight.
“Here,” Alfred handed him the cup, cueing Arthur to sit upright.
“Thank you,” he took the cup from him and sipped quickly from it, immediately feeling a little better. But Alfred was really staring at him, far too affectionately for Arthur’s liking. Alfred soon reached out, absently running his fingers through Arthur’s hair. “Alfred?”
“Mm?”
“What are you doing?” his voice was a little hoarse.
“I’m just, ah,” Alfred blushed and pulled his hand away, “I’m just tryin’ to be nice.”
“You don’t have to be,” Arthur shook his head. “You’re paying for this, remember?” He didn’t want Alfred to read more into this than necessary.
“So,” Alfred frowned a little after a silent moment of thought, “I can’t kiss you or anything?”
“No, you can’t,” Arthur shook his head, drinking more water.
“But I can suck your dick?”
“Yes, if I am to ‘teach’ you.”
“Then, how much do I gotta’ pay to give you a little more lovin’?” Alfred pouted somewhat, looking far too similar to a petulant child for Arthur’s liking.
“Um…” Arthur swallowed thickly. “You haven’t even sucked me off yet,” he pointed out and Alfred reached for his cup, putting it to the side.
“Yeah,” Alfred sighed, “guess not.” He leaned in like he was about to kiss Arthur, who ducked away from it. The American appeared to get the message and shifted so that he was sitting in front of Arthur, who moved back to lean against the headboard.
Alfred hesitantly reached out, lightly touching Arthur’s erection poking from the opening of his trousers. Arthur sucked in a breath and lifted himself up to pull down his trousers and boxers to mid-thigh. Alfred moved off of the bed, removing Arthur’s clothes and then (to Arthur’s surprise) his socks. He threw them to the side and quickly climbed back, once again going in to kiss Arthur on the mouth, though the other was too fast and once again turned away. Alfred tried not to show his disappointment and instead began to unfasten Arthur’s shirt, kissing a trail down his chest. This was strange for him to be doing this with a man… but he liked it.
Arthur swallowed thickly, trying to let himself relax and become numb as Alfred touched him. He let his head drop backwards, eyes closing as he tried to focus on the sweet way Alfred was touching him. It’d been a long time since anyone had touched him so sweetly.
Alfred soon reached Arthur’s hips and was confronted with the first penis aside from his own that he had ever had to deal with. He was considerably nervous. It looked really big - not as big as his but it was still intimidating to someone who’d never… seen one before outside of the locker room at high school. And porn, of course. He soon felt Arthur’s hand on his cheek, comforting him as his thumb stroked along his cheekbone. He sat up on his knees and met Arthur’s gaze.
“What do I do?” he asked dumbly, embarrassed.
“Well, the first thing you do is get a condom from my trousers,” Arthur smiled, clearly calm about it. Alfred nodded, looking determined to complete his first mission and scrambled away to find the silver wrapper. He pulled it out and held it up for Arthur to see, as though he had no idea of what it looked like.
“This?”
“Yes, Alfred,” Arthur propped up one of his knees, trying to make himself more comfortable now that the hard part for him was over. Alfred settled himself on his stomach, head resting on the Arthur’s thigh on the bed. He opened the condom and rolled it on to Arthur’s cock, feeling the heat radiating from it into his hand was weird. Arthur gave a helping hand, steadying his erection for Alfred; their fingertips touched when Alfred reached the base. Arthur quickly pulled away.
“So, what now?” Alfred looked up at him and removed his glasses, putting to them to the side as he asked for guidance.
“Uhh… it’s always good to tease a little before you ‘give the show’, so to speak.”
“Right.”
“Just try to remember what I did, what girls have done for you.”
“Okay,” Alfred still looked nervous as he gripped the base of Arthur’s cock in his hand, squeezing gently. Arthur shivered. He kissed the tip, and then slowly along the side. He was kissing Arthur’s cock slightly sloppily, like he might’ve done if he’d been kissing Arthur’s face.
“Good boy,” Arthur breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he slid his hand across the back of Alfred’s head. He could feel the American smile against his cock.
Alfred breathed out, tickling Arthur’s skin with his warm breath. And for a moment, Arthur had thought he was going to get a wonderful blowjob as Alfred’s lips went to close around his cock, intending to suck and swallow him.
But then he felt teeth as Alfred tried to take him into his mouth.
Arthur winced in pain, letting out a gasp.
“Stop, stop!”
Alfred pulled back immediately, alarmed.
“Did I hurt you? How did I - what the hell could I have possibly done wrong?” Alfred huffed. “You just don’t want me to-”
“Teeth. You caught your fucking teeth on me,” Arthur sighed, blunt and to the point.
“Huh?” Alfred appeared to be confused, “But I didn’t mean to… ah, shit. Sorry.” The American looked very un-nerved now.
“It’s fine. You sort of need to make a specific shape with your lips,” Arthur blushed, hesitating for a moment before attempting to show him, covering the edges of his teeth with his lips. “Like this,” he tried to speak. Alfred stared in awe and only made Arthur feel uncomfortable, so he stopped. “You need to create an ‘o’ shape.”
“Oh?” Alfred mocked.
“Yes, an ‘o’,” Arthur frowned despite Alfred’s small but nervous smile. This was starting to become more of a hindrance than a joy. “Try again. Make sure you keep your teeth away from my…”
“Your foreskin, I got it.” Alfred didn’t seem to be at all embarrassed about saying as such, surprisingly. Arthur just turned pink again. “Okay. Ready?”
“Fine.”
Alfred soon began to descend again, clearly trying to make the shape Arthur had described. Arthur felt incredibly rigid, watching Alfred like a hawk. It was going well, Alfred kept his teeth in check going down, but coming up was a different story.
“Did you listen to what I just told you?!” Arthur snapped, losing his patience as he pushed Alfred’s head away. “That hurts!” he soon fell quiet when he saw Alfred’s face more clearly; his smile had disappeared and his eyes were slightly wide. Clearly Arthur hadn’t been being gentle enough with him. He looked like he was about to burst into tears and it made Arthur’s heart ache for some ungodly reason.
“I’m really sorry. I’m trying my best but this is really hard for me, okay?” Alfred appeared to be trying to stop his voice from wavering. “I’ve never done this before.” He was breathing heavily, eyes averted; Arthur saw him look at his erection for a second before glancing away as though he was unable to look.
Arthur pursed his lips, staring at Alfred for a moment before sitting back and sighing, gesturing Alfred to come closer. Alfred was reluctant.
“I’m sorry that I shouted,” he made sure his voice was soft, “please come here. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He shifted his legs, closing them so that Alfred could come up by his side - which Alfred soon did, pouting a little.
Arthur slowly slid an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and pulled him against his side. This was the most physical contact they’d had so far, despite having touched each other in such intimate places. Alfred could feel Arthur’s ribs inhaling and exhaling whilst Arthur could faintly feel Alfred’s heartbeat.
“Maybe I,” Alfred started to speak but faltered shortly afterwards, looking ashamed of himself. “Maybe I’m not gay.”
Arthur snorted.
“Just because you aren’t good at oral, doesn’t mean you aren’t gay,” he told him with an amused smile. “You like my cock, don’t you? I could tell by the way your pupils dilated.”
Alfred’s cheeks darkened.
“Well, I guess but… is that how you know you’re straight?” Alfred tentatively leaned into Arthur’s touch, though he rested his head back against the headboard, regarding the other. “You like pussies?”
“Don’t call them that,” Arthur grimaced. “And who said I was straight?”
Alfred looked confused. “So you’re gay?”
“No…? I thought I’d told you that?” Arthur watched Alfred carefully and could tell Alfred was at a loss for what to say. “Just because I’m not gay doesn’t mean I’m straight, Alfred.”
“So you’re bi?” the American looked like he was trying to understand.
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
Arthur pulled away from Alfred at that, shifting up on to his knees to remove the condom on his erection that was beginning to feel painful though he was trying to ignore it. He sat up straight on the bed, facing Alfred.
“Do you want the truth?” Alfred nodded, leaning forward as though it were story time. “I’m honestly not all that sure of what my sexuality is,” Arthur shrugged, looking away. “Sex is something I’ve always taken as a casual thing. So long as I enjoyed it, then it didn’t matter who it was with and now that, that’s gone… I don’t really have a preference because I don’t actively go looking for sex anymore.”
Alfred’s blue eyes were narrowed in concern, his muscular figure slumped on the bed.
“What about a relationship?” he said at last. “Don’t you ever want someone to come home to?”
“Who wants to come home to a cock-sucker like me?” Arthur was beginning to sound bitter despite the way he flippantly talked down about himself. He was no longer looking at Alfred though he could hear him sigh.
“Have you ever tried? To have a relationship, I mean.”
“Not for a very long time,” Arthur licked his lips, closing his eyes as he tried to block out painful memories. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to come up. We can… I can refund you, if you’d like me to.”
“What?” Alfred’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Huh?”
“I’ll just give you back your money,” Arthur began to get up from the bed. “This was a stupid idea, I should have never-” he felt Alfred’s hand close around his wrist and whipped round to stare at Alfred in confusion.
“I don’t want you to do that,” Alfred smiled sheepishly. “Sure, you were a kind of a dick to me a second ago but that doesn’t mean you need to give me the money back.” His grip was tight around Arthur’s thin and bony wrist. He tugged gently, forcing Arthur to kneel with one leg on the bed. “I want you to keep it and, gosh darn it, Arthur, I really like you. You’re mighty pretty,” Arthur’s cheeks felt warm as he held Alfred’s gaze, “and you’re kind of cranky and a little weird but… I really don’t regret doin’ this. In fact, I’d like to make a proposition.”
Alfred’s thumb was rubbing across the back of Arthur’s hand soothingly. Arthur couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“How about we make this a regular thing?” Arthur had been afraid he’d ask that.
“Alfred, you’re incredibly sweet but I don’t want to be in a-”
“No, no, no. I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Arthur. I get that you aren’t doin’ this for fun… but I’ve had a good time and I think you have too, and I’m not ready to say goodbye to you just yet.” Alfred pulled Arthur closer, making him sit properly on the bed again. Alfred shuffled to sit beside him, now holding Arthur’s hands between his.
“What are you suggesting?” Arthur asked cautiously.
“Well, call me crazy, but what if I paid you monthly?”
“You’re crazy,” Arthur retorted. Though couldn’t help but tense up although he was intrigued by the prospect of having a more steady income, doing something that required little to no effort. “To do what?”
“To be my boyfriend,” Alfred grinned as though he’d said something completely innocent, as though he wouldn’t be paying for it.
“What does that entail?” Arthur asked, pointedly reserving a reaction for when he had all of the information.
“Uhh… well, I guess, dates, social occasions, hand-holding,” Alfred squeezed Arthur’s hand, “kissing and, ahem, I’d pay you extra when we bone.” At least he had the shame to be embarrassed by that. Arthur snatched his hand away and stared ahead across the room, clearly debating it.
“What do you mean by ‘bone’…?”
Alfred blushed.
“Umm…”
“Do you mean sex?” Arthur swallowed thickly, focusing on a painting on the hotel wall; looked like an attempt at Turner.
“Yeah,” Alfred said after a few moments, clearly anxious. Arthur bit his lip, shoulders slumping a little. It had been a while since he’d truly sold his body and he’d promised he’d never do it again.
“How much?”
“Uh,” Alfred swallowed, clearly having not expected to get this far into the conversation without an emotional response. “How much did I pay you today?”
“$100,” Arthur didn’t hesitate. It was a lot of money to him.
“Ah,” Alfred grimaced. “Well, I could help you out where you live? Find you somewhere nice to stay.”
“Implying that where I live isn’t,” Arthur scowled, giving his first initial response to the idea.
“Where do you live?”
“The Bronx.”
“Riverdale? Pelham Bay?” Alfred looked interested but Arthur just huffed, folding his arms across his chest.
“Of course not, you tit.”
“Yeah, I’ll find you a new place,” Alfred chuckled. “How much do you make a month at the moment?” Arthur was beginning to wonder when this turned into an inquest about his personal life.
“Um, anything between $250 to $500.”
“I’ll pay you $500 on top of that,” that was a lot of money… though Arthur was clearly still unsure.
“All you’d have to do is spend time with me,” Alfred continued.
“What if I don’t like you?” Arthur said it far too quickly.
“Ah,” Alfred hesitated, looking hurt. “Then…”
“I’m joking, Alfred,” Arthur shook his head.
“Good,” Alfred laughed, though it sounded forced.
Arthur looked uncomfortable. The offer was tempting. He’d heard gunshots outside of his home just the other night and it unsettled him. This would be a steady, easy job. He’d be getting sexual satisfaction (if Alfred got any better at oral), maybe a new place to live, as well as a person that cared about him; like a friend of sorts. He sighed shakily.
“It seems as though it’s an offer I can’t resist.”
“Yeah?” Alfred began to grin.
“Can you really afford $500 a month?” Arthur shifted where he sat, feeling uncomfortable about taking Alfred’s money from him, even though he offered it so readily.
“It’s only money,” Alfred shrugged and Arthur wanted to punch him for it. It may have been only money to him, but it was the difference between paying the rent and having enough to eat to Arthur. He pursed his lips, not wanting to mess it up.
“These are my conditions,” Arthur straightened up, trying to look seriously at the other, about to continue when Alfred let out a throaty chuckle, blue eyes sparkling.
“You like making it into a verbal contract, don’t you?” he watched Arthur bristle and leaned in, pecking his forehead. “Go ahead, darlin’.”
All Arthur couldn’t help but think was: “fuck”.
Notes:
- "Turner" that Arthur thinks the painting on the hotel wall is similar to is J.M.V Turner (often referred to as just "Turner" - and not to be confused with William Turner, another English painter!). He is famous for his stunning landscape paintings and the variety in his use of colour. Check out his paintings if you haven't heard of him before, they're beautiful!
- Riverdale and Pelham Bay are supposedly (I'm not American so I have no idea) some of the nicer, richer areas of the Bronx (which is stereotypically known as being one of the more dangerous areas of NYC). Some of the houses there can cost up to millions of dollars
- I haven't written smut in a non-rp situation for so long, I hope this isn't laughable and that I didn't disappoint anyone too much! They'll do the do eventually e3e
Might be a while until my next update as I'm moving back to my university town in the next two weeks and I have to settle in again, so be patient. I have a much better idea of what I'm going to do with this story now. What I'm interested in knowing is if it's at all bland? Constructive criticism would be much appreciated! Cheers!