Bad Boy (1b/?)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 05:41:30 UTC
He acted like an empty-headed fool but - Arthur had hired his private investigators not even a day after Jones arrived - he held a doctorate in aerospace engineering and a host of lesser degrees. NASA, his source told him, for further flavor, had courted Jones rather aggressively and it was only the Academy’s clout that had kept them from putting US government pressure on the young man to join their team. Arthur was impressed - that was a rare thing - with both Jones, and the money the Academy must have spent just to get him to teach the mob of idiots who were Arthur’s schoolmates. Arthur, of course, did not share this information with anyone else, but other people were interested in Jones as well, and inaccurate versions of the information Arthur had acquired began to spread through the halls
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Bad Boy (1c/?)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 05:42:22 UTC
Great was the joy in Arthur’s heart at that, and equally great was the consternation he felt at that joy. He did not dare raise his head or signal he was there, nor to shout profane things about Jones’ ancestry and sexual appetites as he usually did, but wanted to be left alone to wrestle with his idiotic feelings.
Jones, however, who seemed to be equipped with the nose of a dog as well as the manners and intelligence of one, found him out, and grabbed him and pulled him to class, chattering excitedly about blowing things up in the lab via the magic of chemical reactions, and discussing aloud the wonderful possibility of setting fire to the wooden desks.
Re: Bad Boy (1c/?)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 15:03:58 UTC
This is awesome anon! I was cackling at your writing style, it seems to be very tongue in cheek. ;D I can't wait to see where you're going with this, I love that you made America had a brain and be a cutie (so hot!) and England be the bad boy (a dynamic we need to see more of!) I also really enjoyed France's cameo, I don't know why but I could just see him agonizing over America's bad fashion sense. I especially loved that England was so affected by America (adorable!) I am really enjoying this fill, have bookmarked it for later rereadings already and can't wait for the next chapter!
Re: Bad Boy (1c/?)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 15:08:29 UTC
I'm really glad you enjoyed it! France wasn't supposed to be there at all, but he inserted himself. I'm typing up the next chapter now, so you don't have to wait long. :D
Re: Bad Boy (1c/?)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 23:05:23 UTC
You had me at the first sentence. <3
This was utterly amazing and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for more! :D Please please please update soon! I adore your characterizations of them both and seriously, that little episode in the gym? Perfect. XD
Re: Bad Boy (1c/?)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 23:36:12 UTC
This is, by far, one of the most beautiful things I have ever read (and it's only just begun...~!!)
The characterization; the descriptions (in particular, "He talked like a mic dragged across the continental Unites States;") the speech patterns and pet names; pure brilliance!
Bad Boy (2a/?)
anonymous
March 4 2010, 01:47:51 UTC
Arthur soon discovered that deciding to seduce Alfred Jones did not mean Jones was seduced. This confused him. It had never happened to him before. Good-looking, rich, and powerful, generally all he had to do was crook a finger and eager partners jumped into his bed. The problem was chasing them away after. (That was not much of a problem, Arthur was very good at it. In fact he found it rather fun - more fun, at times, than the sex had been
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Bad Boy (2b/?)
anonymous
March 4 2010, 04:09:56 UTC
“Don’t laugh, you --!” Arthur shouted when he saw Francis smiling to himself over the cognac. He called Francis many bad names, in English and in deliberately-mangled French, but even calling him a “fills day pyoot” did nothing to ruffle Francis’ feathers.
“We are straying from the point, mon ami,” Francis interrupted Arthur’s angry explanation of how Francis’ mother had met his father, and what staples of German pornography had been involved. “My point is, if you wish to have M. Jones - see, I do not call him Alfred (even if I could) - if you wish to have that Adonis with the polka-dot ties in your bed, you will need to be more mature about it. Show him that you desire him - none of this close-mouthed hinting around - and, moreover, you must show him that you will not be a child about it. You have been as a child to him - a sulky little child, who must be coaxed and petted into coming to class, who is very rude - as little children are rude - and who must be taken care of. Do not blow your nostrils out like that, Arthur, it is
( ... )
Bonus points for sex in a schoolgirl's outfit, desk sex, and drilling the student for tests in bed.
Multi-chapter, multiple fills, short pwp, whatever. Let's just have some hotness, anons!
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Jones, however, who seemed to be equipped with the nose of a dog as well as the manners and intelligence of one, found him out, and grabbed him and pulled him to class, chattering excitedly about blowing things up in the lab via the magic of chemical reactions, and discussing aloud the wonderful possibility of setting fire to the wooden desks.
It was then that Arthur decided what he must do.
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/stalks
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I can definitely see Alfred yelling "Where you at?!" and just the whole description of the way he talks was complete win.
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This was utterly amazing and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for more! :D Please please please update soon! I adore your characterizations of them both and seriously, that little episode in the gym? Perfect. XD
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I'm not usually into US/UK but the way you write this, my god, I want more.
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The characterization; the descriptions (in particular, "He talked like a mic dragged across the continental Unites States;") the speech patterns and pet names; pure brilliance!
I anxiously await the next chapter.
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I fucking love you, anon.
This fic has made my DAY!! 8D
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“Don’t laugh, you --!” Arthur shouted when he saw Francis smiling to himself over the cognac. He called Francis many bad names, in English and in deliberately-mangled French, but even calling him a “fills day pyoot” did nothing to ruffle Francis’ feathers.
“We are straying from the point, mon ami,” Francis interrupted Arthur’s angry explanation of how Francis’ mother had met his father, and what staples of German pornography had been involved. “My point is, if you wish to have M. Jones - see, I do not call him Alfred (even if I could) - if you wish to have that Adonis with the polka-dot ties in your bed, you will need to be more mature about it. Show him that you desire him - none of this close-mouthed hinting around - and, moreover, you must show him that you will not be a child about it. You have been as a child to him - a sulky little child, who must be coaxed and petted into coming to class, who is very rude - as little children are rude - and who must be taken care of. Do not blow your nostrils out like that, Arthur, it is ( ... )
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