Same Job, Different Time and Place [R-18] - Part 3

Alfred gave a breathless laugh at that, shivering a bit before pressing closer to Arthur as he stroked his hair. He simply pressed their fronts together, soon nuzzling their noses in a small Eskimo kiss before pressing their lips together briefly. He licked at Arthur's lips teasingly before pulling away.

"'Kay. See ya'."

Soon he hung up on the phone, obviously feeling more playful as well. "Still hate me and my accent, Arthur?" He asked teasingly, nipping at his lips.

Arthur hummed quietly, enjoying the intimacy. He was glad that they were close together for the additional reason that he was being kept warm despite the cold. He returned both kisses and shivered a little as his lips were licked and nipped.

“Hmm, perhaps not,” he smiled a little before leaning up to peck his lips quickly. “It seems as though your voice can be useful in some aspects,” he teased. “Even if it is… far too sexy and American.”

Alfred just pressed Arthur against the car, finding it easier to do this as he pressed warm kisses along the other's skin.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit at that, obviously enjoying the intimacy just as much as the other.

"Sexy and American, huh? Can't blame you there, Arthur," He growled playfully, running his hand down his chest as he simply felt how the other's body felt underneath his palm and fingertips.

"Maybe I'll moan for you just to humour."

Arthur gasped a little as he was pushed against the car, but he didn’t object as Alfred’s lips were soon upon him. He sighed softly, his hands coming to rest on Alfred’s shoulders.

“Mmm,” he agreed. “I think I’d like that, a lot.” His muscles relaxed and contracted beneath Alfred’s hands, feeling shivers of excitement rushing through him. But they couldn’t get too carried away, not with Andrew already being kind enough to come and pick them up. Arthur’d but a stop to it soon enough.

“Kiss me?” he asked, growing somewhat tired of his lips being ignored.

Alfred couldn't help but breathlessly laugh at that, already having forgotten about Andrew coming. His drunken mind had more important things to focus on, namely Arthur being right under him, getting a bit carried away with his kisses.

Soon hearing Arthur's request, he licked his own lips.

"Gladly," He murmured before finally leaning down to kiss him, running a hand through that lovely blonde hair. He didn't care about the taste of alcohol.

Arthur tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss. He’d have to try and contain himself before Andrew arrived. For the time being, he wrapped his arms around Alfred’s waist and pulled him close, his hands fisting in Alfred’s shirt. He used his teeth to gently pull at Alfred’s lips before licking them, trying to encourage Alfred to use his tongue. It seemed like it had been a good while since they’d had a proper snog. Why not enjoy it as it lasted?

When Alfred felt the tongue at his lips, he couldn't help but open his lips a bit and let his own tongue press against Arthur's own. He nipped at Arthur's own mouth again before trying to twine their tongues together, keeping their bodies rather close.

The warmth in the cold was especially nice and honestly, he wouldn't mind staying like this.

It seemed like it was forever though since they last had a moment like this.

Arthur didn’t let Alfred get away, continuing to hold on to him and keep him as close as he could.

It didn’t seem like much longer until there was a car horn being blown at them. Arthur pulled away from the kiss and blinked blearily as he looked over to see who it was beeping at them. He could see his brother sat behind the wheel, looking mildly pissed off. Arthur couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. He pecked Alfred again but then pushed him away, heading towards the car. He got in the back.

“It’s like watchin’ a couple of horny teenagers,” Andrew grumbled. “If I see you touching my brother in this car, I will end you,” he said threateningly to Alfred, but there wasn’t a lot of bite to it.

Alfred just waved Andrew off, grinning a bit as he climbed in the back seat. "No worries. 'm not gonna touch him here."

No matter how tempting it was to do that.

His lips were still tingling from the kissing and his libido was still high enough to want some more when they got back home. It was definitely an exciting though, especially when they haven't done anything in such a long time. He really couldn't care what Andrew or Arthur's other brothers thought at the moment.

Though that must have been the alcohol talking.

Andrew just grunted in response, knowing it was the best response he was probably going to get in this situation. He waited for them to be seated comfortably before he headed off.

Waiting for ten minutes before they could touch each other again was going to be a challenge, on Arthur’s part. To keep his hands busy, he just fiddled with the lining of his pockets, staring out of the window at the dark countryside. He was quite relieved that Alfred hadn’t really gotten in the car and attempted to drive them. It was very bloody likely that they would have gotten hurt.

He looked across at Alfred, smiling secretively at him like a naughty school kid as he bumped his knee against his.

Alfred was already a bit antsy as they drove back to the house. He hadn't gotten into any accidents yet when he was driving drunk which was a bit surprising considering that he lived in New York City. Though at the same time, it was best just not to risk it at all. After all, Arthur would have been in the car with him and he didn't want anything to happen to him.

They would have to get the car when they woke up in the morning again and felt better. He was pretty certain that they would have enough time.

Feeling Arthur bump his knee against his own, Alfred turned slightly so he could look back at the other. He smiled right back at him, obviously thinking of the same thing.

Arthur once again found himself in disbelief that this attractive, golden-skinned man was in love with him.

“You owe me for this, Arthur,” Andrew said suddenly. “I was in the middle of a film. Bevan will have probably turned it off by now.”

“We’re grateful for it,” Arthur promised, slightly quiet as he continued to gaze at his lovely boyfriend for whom he was starting to feel desire pooling in his stomach. “Aren’t we?”

Alfred really would have never suspected that when Arthur and him first met, they would actually end up here in England, in love and actually quite horny at the moment. Certainly the alcohol was helping them, just as it did the first time, but he really couldn't care. They made a bet and they only had one night to do it or at least tomorrow morning.

He snapped his attention back to Andrew briefly and he smiled. "Yeah, very grateful. Thanks." With that, he looked back at Arthur.

Arthur liked the way that they both couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other, but didn’t voice it.

“I couldn’t leave you stranded out there. Just don’t let it happen again,” Andrew rolled his eyes and pulled up on to the drive. He parked and immediately, Arthur got out of the car, eager to have some privacy with Alfred. He was beginning to care less and less about the consequences of their future actions.

“Thanks,” Arthur said quickly to his brother but, with a glance at Alfred, hurried on inside. He kicked off his shoes and went straight upstairs, hoping that Alfred would catch up to see where he’d gone and to realise what he was suggesting.

Andrew tiredly headed inside. “Be safe,” he said to Alfred, uncaring for the most part. He disappeared into the living room.

Alfred nodded and smiled hesitantly over at Andrew. "Well, luckily we'll be leaving tomorro' so we can't really do it, huh." With that, he soon hurried inside also, struggling a bit to kick off his own shoes but soon managing it.

He knew exactly what Arthur was suggesting and so he quickly hurried upstairs to their room.

He soon peeked in, smiling over at his lover as he soon approached him.

Arthur was waiting on the bed, kneeling. “You took your time,” he commented as he reached out and grabbed Alfred by his belt loops. He kissed Alfred’s stomach through the fabric of his clothes. “Close the door,” he let go of his lover so that he could do so.

He just had to hope that Peter would be asleep and wouldn’t be disturbed by them. He was only a few doors away, after all. He sighed impatiently, waiting for Alfred to return. The alcohol was making time seem to be moving much slower (although he’d obviously sobered up a bit because he wasn’t slurring anymore).

“You have too many clothes on,” Arthur said, yet another useless comment.

Alfred just laughed a bit breathlessly but he nodded, smiling a bit to himself. "Sorry 'bout that," He murmured before he turned around so he could close the door. Not really taking much mind in anything else, he soon turned back to Arthur and climbed on the bed on top of the other.

He was quick to start working on his own shirt, hot underneath the collar and wanting to just shed the dirty clothes after the whole day running around.

A smirk played on his lips. "Don't worry, 'm taking them off," He commented.

He wasn't nearly as drunk as Arthur and so he was actually quite sobered up by now, especially with the aid of the cold night air from before. Soon he started to press lazy kisses along the other's jaw.

Arthur tried to help him remove his shirt, rather keen to see the flesh underneath.

He wriggled back on to the bed, making sure that he definitely wouldn’t fall off. He slid his hands up over Alfred’s torso, marvelling at the muscles he found there. Alfred had certainly trained up again (even if he hadn’t had much of a chance to work out over the past couple of weeks).

He made a soft noise, sounding relieved as Alfred started to kiss his jaw. He hummed appreciatively and tried to get comfortable for the ride ahead.

Alfred's breath quickened slightly when Arthur helped him remove his shirt and he was quick to throw it off to the side, which gracelessly landed on the floor.

Climbing more over the other so they could both stay on the bed, the assistant let out a shuddered breath. Soon he started to lick and nip at the jaw with a small smile, glad that he could at least enjoy this moment mainly sober. He worked down to his neck and started to suck at the skin underneath his lips, rolling his hips against Arthur's own with a smooth movement.

"Remember our deal, Arthur," He reminded with a small smirk against the lips as he trailed his hands down along Arthur's chest and to the top of his trousers.

Arthur licked his lips slowly, continuing to admire Alfred’s body.

He let out a gasp as Alfred first began to suck at his neck, but then also pressed their hips together. He’d definitely learnt a lot since they’d first got together. He kissed Alfred’s hair and his forehead, whatever he could reach. If there was an activity he enjoyed doing with Alfred, it was most certainly this. It made him feel like they belonged, like they fit together; as though fate was what brought Alfred from family and Arthur from beyond the ocean. Although they were from different parts of the world, they were made for each other, biologically designed to belong to one another.

Arthur felt himself fall even further in love with Alfred… until he was brought back to reality.

“How could I forget?” he snorted, unattractively (the alcohol made him do it). He watched Alfred with contempt before slowly starting to smile, unable to ignore the sunshine he saw in Alfred’s face. He let his head drop back against the bed, looking a little smug as he said: “give me something to scream about.”

He couldn’t ignore the way Alfred’s hands trailed over his body, less shaky than the virginal hands that he might have once expected. Alfred had grown, he knew his body. He lifted his hips, twitching upwards in anticipation of Alfred’s hands at the waist of his jeans.

Alfred groaned softly as he felt their hips press together, loving every touch that they shared. When would he ever grow tired of being this close with Arthur?

He was pretty certain that the answer to that would probably be never. He loved being this close to him, to share this heat and their kisses and just so much more. He was too deeply in love to really care in the slightest. They fit too perfectly, both their minds, bodies and emotions.

Instead he pressed his forehead against the other's, he took in a soft breath before smiling back down at him. He pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before laughing a bit to himself.

"Oh, I'll give you something to scream about," He assured with a sly grin before finally crawling down Arthur's body, pulling the shirt up so he could start kissing at the other's skin. Taking Arthur's nipple into his mouth, his used his other hand to play with the other one before rubbing his knee at Arthur's crotch.

Peter slowly began to stir awake, hearing some noise from the room over though he had no idea what it was.

Arthur laughed breathlessly against Alfred’s lips, unable to keep the affection he felt from his expression. He “mm’ed” softly as Alfred descended downwards. He shifted so that Alfred could pull up his top without any problems.

He let out a low moan at Alfred’s combined actions and just smiled up at the ceiling. He rubbed his hips down against Alfred’s knee, tangling his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair. Arthur parted his legs some more so that Alfred could settle between them.

With one mischievous hand, he reached down and cupped Alfred through his trousers, being sure to squeeze as to evoke a good response from him.

“Oh, Alfred…” he sighed, now watching him.

Alfred laughed as well, feeling a sense of giddiness well up deep inside of him though he soon shifted along with Arthur so it was easier to take off his shirt. He made sure to suck and lick at the nipple in his mouth, rubbing along his stomach before switching to the other one.

He couldn't help but let out a muffled moan when he felt a hand cup him through his trousers, grinning just a bit more.

"Mm...come on. What do you want, Arthur? I want to make you scream," He teased lightly, voice nearly purring.

Peter headed towards the room over, which was Arthur's old room. He could hear Alfred talking in there and soon he tried out the door knob. It was unlocked. So he curiously opened it, just a small crack so he could peer inside.

Arthur folded an arm behind his head, smirking appreciatively up at Alfred (he’d thrown off his t-shirt a few moments before). He looked ridiculously smug, body tingling all over from alcohol and building pleasure; the rubbing across his body was nice, as was Alfred’s mouth. He licked his lips slowly, purposefully.

“Well, I guess that you’ll just have to fuck me then, hmm?” he tilted his head upwards and nipped at his chin teasingly. “Nice and hard,” he encouraged, voice low as he kissed at Alfred’s chin. “I’ve had enough foreplay,” he said, even quieter in hope that he’d spur Alfred on. The boy could get rather rough and excited when he wanted to.

Alfred couldn't help but smirk down at Arthur at that, getting more and more aroused now. "Shit, you're so damned sexy," He purred, rubbing his hips appreciatively against Arthur's once more. The other knew just how to get him rough and excited with simply a sexy gaze and a few low words.

Soon he grabbed Arthur's hair, tightening his grip around it before leaning down to kiss him roughly, biting and nipping at his lips as he slipped his hand easily underneath the other's boxers and gripped his hot flesh with his hand. He rolled the other's balls in his hand, smirking into the kiss.

Peter's eyes widened. It was hard to see what was going on but it was obvious that they were busy. He frowned at the sight. "Gross..." He muttered to himself though he didn't leave just yet. No, he needed to find a way to get Arthur to stop looking so happy and make them both stay quiet. There were people trying to sleep! Maybe he was a bit jealous.