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

Shut up you know you're a masochist :|

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred looked back at Ivan and took a moment to figure out just what the hell was going on. "Oh my God." Was all he could say... Was there anything else to say in a situation like this? 'Sorry, in all that orgasmic pleasure I just figured I'd try and smash your nose off with my head.' Crawling over to Ivan, he reached out a hand nervously.

"I am so sorry-" he said quietly, touching his wrists, "I didn't- Mean to that was a mistake!"

Oh yes, baby, break my arm next time~ <3

[das_vedanya]

"I-it's all right...!" he half lied, removing one hand from his face to wave Alfred off, which would've been assuring had there not been a red smudge painted across his fingers. He sat up, barely noticing the crimson blotch now embedded in Alfred's comforter, and smiled through the slowing stream of blood pouring from his right nostril.

Well we know what I might be breaking next |D

[waitforsuperman]

"Oh my God- You're bleeding!" Alfred nearly went pale, scrambling out of bed, picking up a box of tissue among the debris of the ground, pulling out the large wad and shoving at the Russian. Why was everything go so wrong?. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" he repeated over and over again, sounding a bit like his brother on one of his bad days.

NO GDI. STAY AWAY.

[das_vedanya]

"Alfred, I- I'm fine, really just--" and then his words were cut off by a face full of tissue. He fell silent, allowed Alfred to hold the tissue to his lip, and watched the pure white turn a tainted red... much like tonight was going: soiled by countless mistakes to the point where Ivan even wondered if they were reconcilable. His eyes were nice to look at though... without the light bouncing off of his glasses... "--I'm fine."

|D LIKE A SAUSAGE LINK, IT WILL SNAP

[waitforsuperman]

When Alfred was sure that Ivan had stopped bleeding all over the place, he carefully let the tissues roll up into a ball and tossed them into a nearby bin, sighing quietly as he licked his thumb, rubbing at the Russian's upper lip. "My mom always did this after I got into a fight." he said quietly before leaning up and kissing his nose.

"I'm really sorry Ivan." He wasn't sure if those words were starting to feel old to him and him alone.

YOU'RE GOING TO TURN ME INTO THE /MOTHER/LAND.

[das_vedanya]

Mood ruined. Fantastic. Whatever small glimmer of hope resided beneath the pain and rushing red rivers was thrown into the bin along with the tissues. "I said it was all right, Alfred. Just an accident--" a painful one at that "--you didn't mean it. I..." was he going to apologize for fondling someone who wanted it? Ah, never mind then...

I'd like hail your mother... land. /osnap(?)

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred quietly crawled into Ivan's lap, pressing so close to him there was almost no hair between their bodies. "I'm going to make it up to you." He said firmly, tangling fingers into his hair and kissing him one, dragging his lips to his ear. "Just lie back."

Without really waiting for Ivan to follow this command, Alfred loosely pinned his shoulders to the bed, smiling down at him. "I am going to make you feel great. This is why I should've topped in the first place!"

I dunno what you said, but I feel like I should be insulted.

[das_vedanya]

"E-eh?" Before he could question what Alfred meant - and his split-second guesstimates turned up to be correct - he felt his shoulder blades meet the mattress. Before Alfred could flinch, Ivan's hands were hard pressed against the American's chest. "H-ha, that's funny Alfred. I appreciate your... ah... notion, but... I-I thought we agreed that I was going to top!?"

You should be. It was a your mom/land/ joke.

[waitforsuperman]

"Things change!" Alfred chirruped at him, winking and letting himself rest against the hands while his own traced down, "C'mon Ivan it's going to be totally fine, now I know what do to at least partially and I mean I did look at the internet so you just just trust me! I don't want to hurt you, I want to make you feel good!"

...sh-shut up;;

[das_vedanya]

"N-nyet," he bit out, pressing harder against Alfred's chest to the point where the American couldn't properly reach his chest. There was no way he was going to be dominated by someone six years his junior who just tried to break his nose. "N-now let me up...!"

[waitforsuperman]

"No-" Alfred grumbled, struggling against him, "Ivan- stop it and just let me- do it-" They started squabbling more, each attempting to get back on top and before either could assert his dominance over the other, they tumbled ass-over-teakettle to the ground.

That small plastic soldier Ivan had narrowly avoided the first time dug into Alfred's shoulderblade, causing him even more discomfort. Then he felt something else. Something much more uncomfortable and not quite digging in, but rather forced in. He glanced down, Ivan's hips flush against his.

Did this count as rape? The way Alfred reacted, one would think so. "Oh my God OW- Ivan! Ivan, get out- ouch- ow- I'm bleeding, ow, I-Ivan get- get it OUT!"

THIS IS NOT A TURN-ON.

[das_vedanya]

Actually... even Ivan wasn't entirely sure how that had happened, having narrowly avoided a broken nose, and now suffering from a few bruises after their tumble onto the floor. Never had he felt so vulnerable and- this was not the kind of begging he'd hoped for.

"C-calm down, Alfred, please! This... this isn't- you're not bleeding, I promise you...!" He planted his arms on either side of the American's head, looking deeply into his eyes at a close enough range to satisfy Alfred's near-sightedness.

NO. THIS IS SRS BSNS.

[waitforsuperman]

Nearly hyperventilating, Alfred stared up at the Russian's eyes, hands going from pushing him away violently to wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him tight. God that hurt. Ivan moving inside him, the landing on the floor... He tightened despite himself, burying his face into the ashen hair.

"I-Ivan-" he whined, squirming on the ground, trying to pull himself off, "I-It hurts- You said it wouldn't! Get o-out already-" he felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes and shuddered. This was so not turning out to be as hot as he'd hoped.

NO. THIS IS SPARTA.

[das_vedanya]

"Al-Alfred...!" he grasped the American's shoulders, pinning him to the carpet until he was certain that Alfred had decided to stop writhing in the way he wasn't supposed to in this situation. His left hand ventured down, hiking up Alfred's right leg. "J-just give it a few moments... b-be patient!" Says the man who had about the same amount of patience as an erupting volcano.

He swallowed, feeling Alfred's fingernails tear into his skin as he began to push, experimenting with paces and settling on one over the other based off of the expressions on his boyfriend's face.

mind = blown

[waitforsuperman]

Well, he had to applaud Ivan's tenaciousness. Even after being told specifically to "GET OUT" he kept going in. Alfred was considering fighting him off and then Ivan started to move, oh did he start to move. His hand slid along Ivan's thigh, the other firmly securing around the hairs at the base of the Russian's skull, twisting them with each thrust.

It hurt less and less with each pass of his hips and he found himself whimpering and begging again. "I-Ivan- I-It hurts- don't f-fucking stop-" his back arching as his head pressed into a t-shirt, hair rubbing against some of the carpet and he felt the static forming there making him shivering more.