Re: Night and Day, 2/4
anonymous
March 6 2010, 23:59:17 UTC
He wakes up with a jolt, like a firecracker went off in his ear, and doesn't even remember where he is, as he reacts to the wetness spreading underneath him, rolls off the bed expecting to fall 15 centimeters from his own bed onto a carpet and uncontrollably letting out a huge spurt of pee when he falls at least half a meter onto hardwood, scrambling back up despite the scrapes on his hip and grabbing for something, anything, to piss into, or at least to soak it up. He lays hold of his shirt, dropped there the night before. "Fuck it," he mutters, and wads that up, actually pressing it into his dick, like a child who can't control himself.
As the adrenaline rush fades he feels a hot blush flaring up over his cheeks and chest, the sick refrain of stupid, stupid, stupid rattling around the inside of his head as shame twists low in his belly. Pathetic, he lambastes himself, as he finally stops pissing, and feels around for his pants, to have something to wrap up the soaked shirt in. God, I am patheticSuddenly, the noise of the TV
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Re: Night and Day, 3/4
anonymous
March 7 2010, 00:00:09 UTC
Arthur feels humiliation prickling in the backs of his eyes, and if he looks at Alfred's gleeful face any longer he's going to punch it, so he drops his gaze to the boards beneath his feet. They're not exactly the same color - the left is lighter than the right, and there's a knot just under his big toe.
"Dude, seriously, that's hilarious. I had no idea! Is it like, a regular thing or only when you're super out of it?" Arthur will not cry - he will not, not in front of anyone but especially not Alfred - but he can't push words through his throat, so he stands and looks at the floor, and holds off on sniffling until his nose is actually about to drip
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Re: Night and Day, 4/4
anonymous
March 7 2010, 00:01:08 UTC
You're really beautiful, you know. Arthur viciously tears apart the tiny spark of hope that ignites at those words. He is not beautiful. Not loveable, says the voice in his head, and he shakes himself but he can't quite get it out of the corner of his mind. He grabs one of the blankets out of the pile and curls up under it on the mattress, holding himself tensely away from the wet patch where he'd been lying.
"Bloody...what?" He stares down at his dick, which is horribly, treacherously excited by this. "What is your problem?" And now the shame is scattered with sparks of fear, and he half-wants to take a knife to himself, anything to make this fresh humiliation stop.
He hears Alfred moving around in his bedroom, and squirms uncomfortably, humiliation twisting in his stomach. He lies awake: every time his eyes start to close all he can see is Alfred's mocking, delighted face: oh my gawd, for serious? He writhes with embarrassment, digging his fingernails into his palms and stifling a moan as his dick rubs against the mattress. The
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Re: Night and Day, 4/4
anonymous
March 9 2010, 01:05:45 UTC
Goodness. I absolutely loved this, I had expected to find a PWP and I found this amazing gem and I love how Alfred told him he actually didn't mind it and he still found Arthur beautiful *-* And gosh. Wow. I just lose words. Terrific fill! <3
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As the adrenaline rush fades he feels a hot blush flaring up over his cheeks and chest, the sick refrain of stupid, stupid, stupid rattling around the inside of his head as shame twists low in his belly. Pathetic, he lambastes himself, as he finally stops pissing, and feels around for his pants, to have something to wrap up the soaked shirt in. God, I am patheticSuddenly, the noise of the TV ( ... )
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"Dude, seriously, that's hilarious. I had no idea! Is it like, a regular thing or only when you're super out of it?"
Arthur will not cry - he will not, not in front of anyone but especially not Alfred - but he can't push words through his throat, so he stands and looks at the floor, and holds off on sniffling until his nose is actually about to drip ( ... )
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"Bloody...what?" He stares down at his dick, which is horribly, treacherously excited by this. "What is your problem?" And now the shame is scattered with sparks of fear, and he half-wants to take a knife to himself, anything to make this fresh humiliation stop.
He hears Alfred moving around in his bedroom, and squirms uncomfortably, humiliation twisting in his stomach. He lies awake: every time his eyes start to close all he can see is Alfred's mocking, delighted face: oh my gawd, for serious? He writhes with embarrassment, digging his fingernails into his palms and stifling a moan as his dick rubs against the mattress. The ( ... )
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He's exactly like a prickly hedgehog, isn't he? But don't worry, Alfred loves you all the same!
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I loved it, but omg, cliffhanger!
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