Crash into me

[waitforsuperman]

Who: A young American and his doctor
When:  October 23rd (2009)
Where: Alfred and Matthew's apartment
What: It's an awkward night of fiddling keys and arguments over the pants-wearer. Alfred and Ivan's first time is certainly memorable for all the wrong reasons.
Rating: M for sex and shenanigans

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[das_vedanya]

Through every sip of his first and only latte that night - it was astounding watching how much candy-sweet coffee Alfred could drink in such a small amount of time, and Ivan deeply regretted the offer to pay for it - Ivan distinctly wondered if his sisters worried about his long absences almost every night. Through small talk and fogged breaths he wondered if they would worry that night, where they imagined their brother to be instead of on the bus where he now sat. If they imagined him alone instead of jostled around on the bus with a blond American half-asleep against his shoulder

[waitforsuperman]

Okay cool. Ivan was in his apartment

[das_vedanya]

It was certainly... different being inside the apartment. He'd only been allowed glimpses of it before Alfred disappeared behind the door. The kitchen was a tad smaller than the one in Ivan's apartment, and looking into the living room just made Ivan think about the afternoons between clients when he'd phone up the American; Alfred would tuck the phone between his ear and his shoulder, cursing between gritted teeth, as if the pearly whites would keep Ivan from hearing, when his brother's car passed him on the race track: "Yeah, yeah, sounds like a great session Iv--fuck, where did that blue shell come from?!"After fearing that his ankles were going to be caught up in the cords of PS2 controllers, Ivan met his significant other at the blue door. Even before Alfred announced what it was, something in Ivan knew, though a part of him wondered if Alfred's obvious nervousness would land the two of them in an eight-by-four space becoming intimately introduced to the shower curtain

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred found himself leaning on the reverse side of the door. This time he didn't turn on the lights but left the light from a streetlight at the end of the alley half-filter in through the blinds. He watched the way Ivan looked through his room, took in the details, compared them with his own and house and immediately felt much tinier.

"Thanks," he said quietly, "It's messy but- you know..." And he wasn't sure if Ivan did know. He didn't seem like the kind of man to have clothes laying amidst cords for his computer, books and whatever else the American had been too lazy to clean up. No, Ivan definitely cleaned up, had things organised and everything in neat lines.

Carefully he made his way over to the bed, stopped, then sat down. He looked up at Ivan and felt all the words and nervousness seize up in his throat and he was glad for the half-darkness because it hid his blush so well. His hands curled up on his knees, forming tight fists that turned the skin white. Words were still stuck, mouth not operating correctly.

He was scared.