Same Job, Different Time and Place [R-18] - Part 2

Alfred was actually rather delighted by the fact that Arthur seemed to be excited about the idea. Finally he would be able to satisfy him and admittedly, it was something that he fantasised about quite often ever since he got together with his boss. Though in never seemed likely that they would actually ever pull through with it. Watching as Arthur made his way around the other side, Alfred licked his lips expectantly before following him, leaning down to give him a brief kiss before slipping underneath the desk.

From under there, he continued to knead at Arthur's crotch though he knew they had to be a bit quicker so he instead unzipped the man's trousers slowly. Slipping them down just slightly, Alfred leant forward to press his tongue against the clothed erection, teasing and warm.

"Mm...what do you want, Mr Kirkland?" He purred, looking up at the other with half lidded eyes.

Arthur’s eyes barely left his partner, eyeing him carefully as he knelt in front of him. He almost felt a little guilty that Alfred felt the need to get under the desk. He would have preferred to have a better view of what was happening but he knew that he should let Alfred do this how he wanted to. He lifted his hips so that it would be easier to slide his trousers down his (not feminine!) legs.

He shuddered, having not expected for Alfred to lean forward so suddenly. He exhaled slowly and reached down, carding his fingers through Alfred’s hair. Such beautiful blue eyes.

“Hmmm… I want you to suck my cock, Jones,” he smiled seductively at him. He hadn’t had the pleasure of Alfred doing this for him properly yet and he was greatly anticipating it.

Alfred definitely didn't feel like he needed to hide under the desk but it was definitely to be on the safe side. Even if the door was locked, he didn't want to risk it in the slightest bit and not only that, but it was somewhat of a turn on to him. Smirking a bit at the other's words, the American let out a soft chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the clothed erection.

"Right away, sir." He said as he soon reached into the other's boxers, pulling out his cock and he spent a moment just to admire it in front of his face. Gripping the base of the cock firmly, he lightly stroked it. "So hard already, sir. Does this turn you on?" He questioned, trying to feign innocence though he quickly shattered that image by leaning forward and taking a small lick of the other's head.

With that, Alfred pressed his tongue against the top of it before taking a bit of it in his mouth, sucking softly as he continued to stroke the base.

Arthur had started to blush as he watched Alfred gazing at it. He couldn’t help but feel a little under scrutiny. He wasn’t keen to see whether Alfred looked impressed or not and so he pointedly stared at the screen of his computer until he gripped the base. He tensed a little before relaxing as his tongue flicked across him.

“Yes,” he breathed, the undertone of mirth in his voice. “Yes, it does,” and he was unashamed to admit it.

The Brit let out a low moan, leaning back in his seat as he watched Alfred and felt both the glorious suction and friction on his cock. He exhaled shakily, pushing Alfred’s fringe away from his face so that he could see him more clearly. The sight was pure ambrosia.

“You look good,” he commented mindlessly.

If anything, Alfred was definitely impressed by his boss's cock and he made the other know by giving it a gracious lick. With a small smile as he heard Arthur's reply, the American assistant soon took more of the other's cock into his mouth. He wanted to pleasure the Englishman for once. It had been a month since he probably had a decent release and so even if he was the one that might 'suffer' today, he didn't care.

After all, Arthur did so much for him already and even though it never pulled through, it was the thought that counted!

Glancing up at Arthur again, he paused for a moment (with the cock still in his mouth) as he tried to grin around the other though that was failing miserably. Instead he started to suck the other harder, humming to himself as he cupped Arthur's balls. It was hard to take the other in but he was quick to squeeze his left thumb between his fingers and palm as he took the older man deeper into his mouth until he felt the tip brush lightly against the back of his throat.

"Nn."

Arthur groaned a little too loudly before slapping a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. He couldn’t make much noise lest someone tried to come in and disturb them (again). His other hand continued to pet and stroke Alfred’s hair lovingly.

He gasped a little as Alfred began to fondle him as well, not even to mention that he could feel himself hitting something solid which felt like the back of his throat. He pursed his lips and hummed appreciatively before gazing down at his lover again. His breathing was much heavier now.

“Careful, darling,” he warned. He didn’t want Alfred to choke, after all. But he was doing pretty well considering that this was one of the first times that he had ever given a blowjob. He licked his lips slowly and parted his legs a little more so that Alfred could get closer and not worry about stumbling. “It feels lovely,” he purred, reassuringly. His eyes never left Alfred’s face

Alfred couldn't help but smirk a bit when he heard Arthur groan just a bit too loudly and soon slapping his hand over his mouth in order to keep himself quiet. Well, that was definitely an achievement that Alfred was just going to stash away in the back of his mind. He always loved when he was able to make Arthur moan maybe just a bit louder than he wanted to.

During his attempts to make Arthur feel good, he almost completely forgot about his own erection which was throbbing uncomfortably against his trousers. Instead he closed his eyes, letting his throat do most of the work around the older man's cock though he continued to suck. He definitely wasn't used to this but he didn't think he was too bad.

After all, he was a man and he knew what felt good around there. Alfred rolled Arthur's balls between his fingers, forgetting completely about any consequences that could arise from doing all of this. It definitely wasn't the best taste in the world but Alfred had tried worse.

Soon he began to suck harder, more than determined to get Arthur to come. The other man's comments were only urging him to take more and to pleasure him more.

Arthur was a little too preoccupied by Alfred’s mouth to remember that his lover had an erection as well; he could deal with that in a minute.

His breath hitched and he clung on a little tighter to Alfred’s hair, fingers knotting into the golden locks. The suction felt wonderful, as though Alfred was trying to suck the life out of him. He wouldn’t last for long considering the length of time it had been since they’d last done anything like this together.

“A-ah…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments but soon opened them again, wanting to watch his lover. “Alfred. God. I’m… hah, I’m going to cum,” he warned. If it had been some other place and time, he would have insisted that Alfred didn’t have to swallow but being where they were, he kind of did?

“Relax your throat, poppet. Just like that, it’ll be over soon,” he murmured and before he could help himself, he came with a whimper as he tried to repress the noises he was making. “Alfred,” he sighed, coming down from his high.

Alfred was more than happy to continue on pleasuring the other and he knew that they really didn't have much time left. If anything, he could deal with his own erection in the toilets if it was really necessary. Not that he wanted to but in the work place, their time was severely limited.

Soon the American glanced up at his lover and met his gaze, soon sucking just a bit harder (which was something he was oddly very good at) as he continued on trying to make Arthur feel as good as possible. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in the work place, he would have been more than happy to try making Arthur scream his name but alas, that would definitely not go down well by Ludwig (who was only down the hallway from them). Did he even eat lunch?

Did he even get out of the office during lunchtime? He had no idea but thinking about it was definitely not helping him.

Alfred soon relaxed his throat, knowing that he had to swallow it down. Soon enough he felt the other come down his throat and he tried his best to swallow though it made tears sting at the corner of his eyes from just having so much to swallow. Forcing it down his throat, he soon pulled away and licked the rest away from his lips which might have slipped out. Soon wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he smirked up at Arthur, seeming to be confident and a bit cocky.

"So, was it mindblowing or was it mindblowing?" He asked, joking though actually curious as he got up from under the desk.

Arthur, now sated, gazed up at Alfred with a smile on his face; one of his rare, genuine smiles that were only for Alfred to see. Stupid, beautiful man.

He zipped himself back up and stood. He waited for his moment before he pushed Alfred back against the desk and pressed his lips to Alfred’s, ignoring the taste of himself on his lover’s tongue. He sighed against his lips, prolonging it for a few moments. During this, he reached down and squeezed at his crotch, feeling his erection.

“Want some help with that?” he asked lowly.

Alfred quickly caught sight of that rare, genuine smile and he soon grinned back, wide and more common though no less genuine than Arthur's own. He knew that he did well then. Soon enough he allowed himself to be pushed back against the desk and he was quick to kiss Arthur back. "Mm..."

He knew that he definitely didn't taste the best but Arthur didn't seem to be complaining. When he felt the Englishman reach down and squeeze his crotch, Alfred couldn't suppress an pleasurable shudder as he rolled his hips lightly against the hand.

He really should take care of it himself but dammit...Arthur's offer was extremely tempting. He really, really wanted some help with his problem (and preferably not from his hand).

"Oh fuck yes." He gasped against Arthur's lips.

Arthur chuckled quietly and pressed another quick kiss to his lips before he slid down Alfred into a kneeling position in front of him. He was quick to unfasten Alfred’s belt and trousers and pulled them down to mid-thigh. He glanced at his watch. They had another five minutes or so before it would become suspicious with Alfred being in his office with him.

He pecked Alfred’s thigh and then reached upwards, revealing his cock which he was quick to grip in his palm. He slowly began to fist it in his hand, watching Alfred’s face for a few moments before he focused his attention on the organ in front of him. He licked the tip before following the vein on the underside of his cock to his balls and back up to the tip again, where he carefully tongued at the slit. He kissed his cock languidly, sloppily before he finally took the head into his mouth, lathing it in saliva. He began to slide downwards, taking his time as he relaxed his throat until he was halfway down Alfred’s cock (which was still lewdly large).

“Mmm,” he encouraged, a little smug.

Alfred was more than happy to press back against the quick kiss to his lips but he soon pulled awake, licking his lips as he watched Arthur kneel down in front of him. Already he could feel his heart pounding hard against his chest and his breaths were quick. He glanced at his watch as well for a moment and he knew that one of his co-workers would soon come in to check on him if they weren't quick enough. Instead he smiled over at the other and moaned lowly as Arthur fisted his cock in his hand.

"F-Fuck...that's good." He whispered softly, barely audible as he placed his hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. The other was very good at this and fuck it...he wanted more. His wishes were granted when Arthur kissed it languidly and soon took the head in his mouth. Fuck...he was good at this.

With a small smile down at Arthur, he grasped the other's hair in his fist as he bucked his hips slightly though he tried his best not to gag the other.

"Y-Yes..." He hissed softly.

Arthur cringed a little as Alfred bucked forwards and gave his thigh a gentle slap, scolding him. Had it have been another time and place, he would have happily let Alfred take control and fuck his mouth (like last time) but now, he wanted to try and do it all as quickly as he could.

Nonetheless, he relaxed a little more and pushed forwards, moving his head down until Alfred was in his mouth, up to the hilt. He purred around the cock in his mouth and licked it a few times, as best as he could. Then, he slowly began to bob his head up and down, creating friction. He held on to Alfred’s hips to make sure that he didn’t thrust forward suddenly as well as to stabilise himself.

Leaving one hand on Alfred’s hip, he slid the other hand up Alfred’s chest to his stomach where his fingers worked in small circles. He definitely was softer than he had used to be but Arthur couldn’t exactly comment with his cock in his mouth.

He picked up the pace, trying not to make the obscene noises that went with doing such an activity. Green eyes looked up to find blue.

Alfred let out a shaky gasp as Arthur gave his thigh a gentle slap and he groaned lowly, knowing to keep his hips still now. As much as he would love to move in the other's mouth, he would follow Arthur's scolding and try getting this over with as quick as possible.

Feeling Arthur purr around his cock and licking it a few times, Alfred gripped the blonde hair just a bit tighter. He wanted to thrust his hips forward but he felt one of Arthur's hands holding his hips back, very well signalling that he wasn't allowed to do just what he wanted. That really didn't matter though. Alfred was enjoying himself.

Yet the moment that Arthur's hand slid up to his stomach, he gasped as he tried to suppress a feel bouts of giggling. "A-Ah!" He was rather ticklish there though it was making the warmth in his stomach curl pleasurably.

"S-So close..." He moaned under his breath, soon glancing down at Arthur and catching his green eyes. With that, he soon came hard into his lover's mouth and admittedly, he didn't want to come that soon. Yet...he was repressed for so long and fuck...it all felt so amazing. He couldn't help himself.

Arthur swept his hand away from Alfred’s stomach as soon as he began to laugh. Laughter was not appreciated when he had Alfred’s cock down his throat. Instead, he gripped on to his hips again with both hands, holding tight enough to leave marks. He knew that Alfred would buck forward and Arthur would have to try hard to hold him back just because of how much stronger Alfred was.

He hadn’t been expecting for Alfred to orgasm quite so soon, either. But he took it as a compliment. He sucked gently, swallowing his semen until Alfred came down from his high. With a few final licks, he cleaned up the remainder of what was on Alfred’s cock and around his own mouth. He then tucked Alfred away again and back into his trousers. He fastened him up again and began to tuck Alfred’s shirt into his trousers as he stood up. He winked at him.

“Better, darling?”

Alfred really tried to restrain himself back from thrusting his hips against Arthur. He didn't know what he would do if he accidentally knocked out the other man. That would be a lot of explaining to do to Ludwig and everyone else. Not only that but major restrictions on where they could do anything from Arthur once he figured out and woke up. That was definitely something he didn't want so he tried his best to keep himself held back.

After he came, he finally pulled out of the other's mouth when he was finally cleaned up and soon he panted as Arthur helped tuck him in. Zipping up his trousers, he gave an tired smile over at his boss before he nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Mm, much better."

Though honestly, he was feeling really sleepy now. He almost felt like he wouldn't be able to go on today...all he wanted to do was sleep during work though he knew that he had to continue on.

Unfortunately enough.

“Good,” Arthur replied easily, returning the kiss. “Go get yourself some coffee,” it was as though he’d read Alfred’s mind until he added, teasingly: “You taste disgusting.” The smile on his face was the tell-tale sign that he was joking. He reached down and gave Alfred’s backside a quick squeeze.

“Get me some, won’t you?” the Brit leaned up once more and kissed the American a little slower before letting go and pulling away entirely. “I could do with some coffee, actually. I feel rather light-headed.” He began to primp Alfred’s clothing, trying to straighten his suit and his hair to their normal not-quite-as-untidy-but-still-messy state.

Once he was suitably satisfied, he reluctantly went to the door and unlocked it.

“I shall have to go and re-arrange myself after you’ve left,” he didn’t trust Alfred to sort out his appearance at all. “If anyone asks, tell them that my relatives are giving me grief.” It wasn’t entirely untrue, either.

Alfred was more than happy to at least enjoy the kiss for a few moments, letting it linger before finally pulling away. He really, really was thirsty and coffee sounded amazing at the moment. Especially since he wanted to keep awake for the rest of the day though he couldn't help but raise an amused eyebrow at that. He definitely wasn't offended. "Mm, if you think so, then maybe you should eat more fruits." He joked before winking at him.

Admittedly he was a bit surprised to hear that the other wanted a cup of coffee as well and he soon grinned wider, feeling his chest puff up a bit in pride. "Don't worry, sir. One day I'll turn you to a coffee addict, a cup of my industrial strength liquid heaven each day." With a quick kiss to the corner of his lips, he soon slid his lips over Arthur's more fully and enjoyed a longer kiss before finally pulling away.

He looked rather amused of how wary Arthur was about other people possibly finding out about their relationship though he nodded. "Right away, sir." He assured as he waited for Arthur to prepare his clothes (he was always so picky!). With a small salute, he finally stepped out of the office to grab the both of them some much needed coffee.

“Of course you will, Jones,” Arthur replied dryly, but not without a smile. “See you in a few minutes, eh?” he rolled his eyes at the salute and watched him leave. What a berk.

His berk.

The thought made Arthur chuckle to himself as he returned to his desk, making sure that nothing had been too badly disturbed. He waited a while before he, too, headed out and went to the men’s room to adjust his clothes. He didn’t look too bad at least, he thought as he contemplated his appearance in the mirror before him. He wasn’t sticky or anything like that but he still had a rather unpleasant taste in his mouth.

When he returned to his office, there was coffee waiting for him and his lovely, lovely Alfred. This floppy-haired, gormless man was going to look fantastic by his side at the ball.

It was about three weeks later that the ball that Alfred had been anticipating finally came around. He was nervous, admittedly. He wanted to make a good impression for Arthur, for his boss and his lover and he certainly didn't want to be an embarrassment. Yet he also wanted to have a good time at the same time though he was certain that just eating near the food table would be good enough for him. Just thinking about all the food was making him a bit hungry. Hopefully he wouldn't get any stares in his direction.

He had to admit that the moment that he saw Arthur finally fitted in his suit, he was extremely impressed. His lover looked absolutely astounding and so very clean cut. In a way, he was jealous though he was certain that everyone else would have been jealous of him if they knew that Arthur was his and vice versa. Alfred had gotten a suit as well, exactly what Feliciano recommended though admittedly he was still a bit hesitant with it.

Alfred was certainly no expert with suits and he always felt uncomfortable in them. Instead of feeling sharp and handsome, all he felt was cramped and stuffy but that didn't matter. He was trying to look good for Arthur's image (which mattered the most in this party for him). After cleaning himself up quite well and spending a few hours in front of the mirror, Alfred was more than happy to accompany Arthur to the ball though his heart was pounding in anticipation.

His whole body felt numb and as they arrived at the ball, he couldn't help but be in awe. Everything was absolutely gorgeous, the decorations, the atmosphere, and especially the food. For the moment, Alfred stood next to Arthur, grinning like always as he gazed around the crowd. They didn't seem like his group of people but he was certain he could strike up a conversation or a few.

Leaning over to his boss, he couldn't help but whisper softly, just words for the both of them to hear. "You look damn amazing, Arthur. I'm a lucky man." He said before finally pulling away, happy and content and ready to take on anything that the ball had to throw at him that night.

Feliciano had done a good job. The suit looked good on Arthur, really good. The Brit hadn’t expected it at all. Although there were parts which he felt were much too close-fitting to be appropriate, he appreciated the Italian’s handiwork. The jacket nipped in at his waist, embellished with brass buttons. The waistcoat beneath was lovely and silky smooth against the fabric of his dress-shirt (which he had starched the collar of specially). The trousers were what were a little more close-fitting than what he was used to but all they seemed to do was emphasise the length of his legs. Like a girl.

Arthur’s hair was slicked back, he was clean-shaven and his eyebrows were trimmed. He knew that he looked good, which wasn’t a very common thing for him to realise. He hadn’t felt this attractive for a long time.

Alfred looked equally as gorgeous. His suit seemed to be tailored to fit his boyish charm and he looked marvellous. Those beautiful blue eyes were twinkling and Arthur could only hope that Alfred was going to enjoy this, but not so much that he’d let anyone hit on him. He was wary of the fact that Alfred was attractive and didn’t want to have to keep an eye on him all night as a result.

They had been welcomed in once they’d been ticked off of the guest list and headed on in. Arthur blushed at what Alfred whispered to him and wriggled away. He was extremely aware that people were going to be looking at them, and as much as he wanted to kiss Alfred, he knew that he couldn’t.

“Quiet you. Where’s the bar?” he proceeded on ahead and was swiftly confronted by Feliciano who seemed to have already had a drink as he practically jumped on Arthur.

“Signore, you look fantastic!”

“A-ah,” Arthur flushed again but cleared his throat, brushing the Italian off of him. “Thank you, Mr Vargas. It’s your work that I have to thank for that.”

“Mi spiace, I already know that you look good,” Feli smiled charmingly but gestured over to Alfred, “I was talking about Alfred. You followed my advice, signore! I’m so happy that you did. È un bell'uomo, no?” he grinned at Arthur who was a little flustered and embarrassed for assuming the wrong thing.

“Um, yes… where’s Mr Beilschmidt?” Bloody Ludwig should be watching his bloody boyfriend at something like this.

Alfred really would have to thank Feliciano later for recommending something so nice for himself and not only that, but also the tailoring of Arthur's suit. It was absolutely amazing. Chouchoute quality indeed. In fact, Alfred was pretty certain that this would be the most expensive suit that he would ever get the chance to be in and it made him feel much higher in the classes than he actually was. It was a nice change for once though he was certain that he was fine just where he was. Admittedly, even during the ball, he couldn't keep his blue eyes off of Arthur and just how well the suit fit him. Especially his legs. Though he made certain to keep his glances secretive just in case someone decided to look at them.

After all, it wouldn't do to have someone catch an assistant admiring his boss's legs.

The assistant had to admit though. He was really, really surprised with just how cleaned up Arthur managed to get. It wasn't all that odd for Alfred to slick back his own hair at times but Arthur's own always seemed to be unmanageable. He looked extremely handsome like this and even his eyebrows were looking better than usual. Not only that but he felt a certainty to Arthur, as if he knew that he looked good and he was happy about that. He wanted Arthur to know that he looked good because he did. All of the women would probably want to be with him.

Alfred soon glanced around for the bar, already a bit surprised that Arthur was so quick to wanting to get a drink though he was taken by surprise when Feliciano practically pounced on Arthur. He grinned a bit at the other's comment though he soon found himself a bit surprised when he realised that the Italian was referring to him. A small blush warmed his cheeks at that and he smiled a bit.

"Oh...thank you, Mr Vargas." He thanked, not really expecting such a comment especially in comparison to Arthur's own suit. He shifted around a bit in his suit, looking around for Ludwig though he soon noticed the man preoccupied with talking to other important looking people. Alfred had no idea who they were but they looked important enough. No wonder why Feliciano probably started wandering around.

Glancing over at the dancing that was going on, Alfred let out a soft content sigh. He would like to do that with Arthur.

“You mean mio fidanzato?” Feliciano smiled secretively. Arthur raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“Ludwig is with his brother and I saw you guys and I knew that I had to take you around. I must introduce you to people here, Arthur.” The Brit visibly cringed at the use of his name and Feliciano just laughed airily. “Here, we need to try to be as informal as we can to balance out the formality of the event, sì?”

“Um, no?”

“Allora, I must show off my work.” Feli began to steer Arthur away, who looked a combination of appalled and disappointed. He didn’t want to leave Alfred on his own.

“I’ll find you at the bar in a minute, okay?” Arthur promised as the Italian persistently spoke to him in his native language at a million miles per minute.

Alfred was admittedly a bit surprised when Arthur seemed to be whisked away from him by Feliciano. Though he guess that there was a reason for Feliciano doing as such. He wasn't really all that surprised. Of course he would want to showcase Arthur off especially since he was wearing one of his suits. This party wasn't all about leisure. At the same time, it was about business as well and Feliciano was taking advantage of every opportunity that he got.

Though he just nodded at his boss, smiling over at him. "I'll be waiting there." He promised before he finally turned around and headed towards the bar. It was there that he finally took a seat and ordered an alcoholic drink (which was admittedly a bit fruity). Though Arthur wasn't there to comment on his choice of alcohol so he decided it was good to sneak in a fruity drink or something.

He soon turned around a bit and quietly watched Arthur, smiling a bit to himself though he soon jumped a bit when he heard someone else sit at the bar next to him. Turning around, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he saw a somewhat familiar face. Feliks, a Polish man a few floors below them doing something or another though most of the time he seemed to be spending his time twirling a telephone cord around his finger and chatting away with some gossip or another. He always seemed nice enough.

"So like, hey there." Feliks greeted with a small grin, grinning even wider at Alfred's drink though he ordered a beer. "What's the "Eyebrow Terror's" cute assistant like you doing here all alone in the bar? Didn't you come with a date or something, cutie?" He asked, amused as he looked around the group of people.

Alfred hesitated for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the nickname before smiling a bit. "I'm just waiting here for someone is all."