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

Arthur just grinned toothily at his lover before he was pulled into the kiss, and Arthur attempted to kiss Alfred back just as roughly. It was already looking as though this was going to be one of those wonderful, memorable moments in the bedroom for them. What he hadn’t expected was to suddenly experience skin-on-skin contact, in his boxers, no less.

He whined against Alfred’s lips, becoming somewhat more desperate for air as he tried to breathe through his nose. He arched his hips upwards against his hand, trying to create some friction. He dragged his hands down Alfred’s back, slapping at Alfred’s arse in hope that the other might release his lips and let him breathe for a minute.

“A-ahh…”

He hadn’t noticed his younger sibling. Yet.

Alfred panted and soon he pulled away from the kiss, moaning softly in excitement when his arse was slapped. "You're naughty, aren't you, Arthur?" He teased with another nip to his lips.

Soon enough he began to stroke Arthur off, thumbing at the head with a small smirk.

"Come on. Tell me how much you want it. Maybe then I'll fuck you hard into this bed."

Peter peered just a bit closer in, cheeks bright red. He could feel that uneasy jealousy rise up in him though he forced it down. He pushed the door open just a bit more, wondering how he would ruin it for Arthur.

Arthur quirked an eyebrow as Alfred moaned a little when he was slapped. That was new. He’d remember that.

He just chuckled, panting softly, “Extremely.”

As Alfred began to provide that much-desired friction, he gave what he hoped Alfred would consider to be a satisfying moan. He let his head drop back on to the bed. He wet his lips and looked up at Alfred, eyes glazed over with lust. He wasn’t one to beg, or that’s what he told himself. He didn’t like to beg, it wasn’t his style but he got the feeling that if he didn’t, then Alfred would continue to tease him – although the current handjob was pretty nice.

“Alfred,” he sighed, trying to sound wanton. “G… ah… God,” he slowly began to move his hips upwards in a rhythmic pattern against Alfred’s hand. “I want you. I want you so badly. I need your cock,” he gasped out.

Alfred laughed a bit breathlessly at that, loving every moment of this. It really wasn't often that he was able to see him do this, to see him beg underneath him. Though it was definitely a nice change from the usual.

His own eyes were glazed over with lust and he licked his own lips before finally reaching down to tug down at his trousers. He started to work on Arthur's own.

"Going to fuck you so hard," He whispered. "I'm going to make you scream my name until your throat is raw. I missed your body so badly." He bit at his throat before kissing and licking at it.

Peter was about to say something but he was frozen when he saw Alfred start tugging down at his trousers. He was about to step away from the door.

Arthur moaned just at the idea and how nice it sounded on that American tongue. He reached up to nip at Alfred’s ear, wiggling his hips to try and help Alfred get his clothes off of him. But it was when he did this that he noticed the door was almost all of the way open. He bit at Alfred’s neck.

“You left the door…” he began to mumble before he saw someone standing in the room. He panicked immediately upon the realisation of who it was.

“Peter!” his eyes were wide, he felt a wave of fear go through him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How long have you – why are you-?!” he couldn’t form a coherent sentence, too desperate to cover what was showing of Alfred’s arse and his own skinny hipbones.

“What the fuck?!” he sounded somewhere between horrified and furious.

Alfred soon glanced over to the side to see what the hell Arthur was talking about and soon his own eyes widened, a strangled yelp catching in his throat. Which made a rather unattractive sound actually. Soon he scrambled to cover them both with a blanket, cheeks bright red as he stared over at Peter with wide eyes.

"W-What are you doing in here!?" He asked, voice wavering as he realised what the hell Peter just saw.

Peter's cheeks were red though he soon huffed and stormed into the room.

"You guys were being too loud!" He argued, pointing over at Arthur. "Especially you! It was gross!"

Arthur made a sound of discomfort as Alfred jumbled about, covering them up (although he was grateful for the blanket). He glared at Peter; face a deep rosy pink colour, particularly when Peter pointed at him accusingly. He spluttered for a few moments.

“You shouldn’t even be in here! This is my room!”

The Brit didn’t miss the opportunity to glower briefly at his boyfriend, it being his fault that Arthur had to make ridiculous noises. Once again, they’d been thwarted and Arthur was really, really starting to get sick of it. Perhaps he should just become celibate so that he wouldn’t feel frustrated with himself for not getting any?

“You should have knocked, at least and not just come in like some… like some bloody voyeur!”

Alfred was starting to get frustrated himself. While it seemed like he really wasn't a man to get frustrated over sexual activity, he was really, really starting to get frustrated. He hadn't had a decent time of sex with Arthur for months and here it was again, not being able to have sex again!

Though he just stayed quiet, looking over at Peter.

Peter looked a bit stunned and rather ruffled up now. "Well then you should stop being so gross!"

Alfred sighed, just wanting to go to sleep now. All the arousal he had felt before was now gone...again.

Dammit.

“Gross?!” Arthur scoffed. “Boy, when you grow up, you’ll realise the etiquette and pleasure that goes into sex,” yes, he was being incredibly blunt about it but Peter was fifteen. He definitely would have known what sex was by that point. “Go to your room and don’t you dare have a wetdream about my boyfriend,” he seethed and put his hand on Alfred’s thigh protectively (not that it offered any protection of any sort).

He heard Alfred sigh and knew that at least it wasn’t just him who was craving sexual attention.

“Shoo!”

Peter scoffed. "With how you were acting, I don't think any etiquette goes in it at all," He muttered under his breath though he soon flustered at the mention of the wet dream and he soon stuck his tongue out. He was frustrated at Arthur.

"I'll wetdream about your boyfriend whenever I want! You can't tell me to do anything! You know what! Screw you! I'll do whatever I want and you can't stop me!" He didn't care how embarrassing it was. Soon enough he ran out of the bedroom, cheeks red as he hurried to his own bedroom as he slammed their bedroom door closed.

Alfred was a bit stunned with everything but he soon looked over at Arthur and sighed.

Arthur kept up his act right up until Peter ran out of the room.

“If he has a wank, I’ll kill him,” he muttered darkly to himself, trying not to think of the underlying semantics of his younger brother getting off to witnessing him and Alfred mid-coital.

He met Alfred’s gaze, somewhat apologetically; he was now completely sober. He kissed Alfred’s shoulder gently before resting his chin there, looking down at the bed sheets. He felt pretty awful after that. He really didn’t know what to make of it. He was trying not to think about it too much although it was all that was running through his mind.

“You’re not still hard, are you?”

Alfred couldn't help but laugh a bit, though it was a bit more nervous than anything before he pulled him close and nuzzled closely against him.

"Only half hard now," He mumbled with a soft sigh, taking in the other's scent. "This sucks..." He admitted, closing his eyes.

He just wanted to have a moment with Arthur...to share a romantic night with him. Though it seemed as if anything up above absolutely hated them and the idea of them having sex. "What about you?"

Arthur mused a little at the fact that Alfred still had an erection at all after that. He pursed his lips and gave a small shrug, enjoying the closeness (even if it felt a little awkward).

“A bit…” he admitted, sounding somewhat shy when compared to the vulgarity he’d previously been saying. “We could, um, nevermind.” He flushed again and wriggled away, standing up to strip himself of his clothes and find something more comfortable to wear in bed. It had to be noted that he looked a little solemn as he glanced down at his dying erection.

He looked back at Alfred, throwing him some pyjama bottoms to put on but he still continued to look at him, brow a little furrowed.

“I could, uh, get some tissues or something?” he was still scarlet. “I mean, we don’t have to, um… we don’t have to have sex to…” hopefully Alfred would get where he was going with this. He didn't want to have to go and relieve himself alone again.

Alfred looked over at Arthur for a long moment before smiling gently, nodding. "I have some tissues in my suitcase. Then come on over here," He murmured, patting the spot on the bed next to him. He certainly couldn't get it up that much and he was certainly too nervous and sober to actually have sex now but...he still didn't want the both of them to relieve themselves alone.

They shouldn't have to do that, especially when they were together like this.

They shouldn't be forced to do something like that.

His own cheeks were red but he was reassuring and soon he pulled off his own clothes.

Arthur climbed on to the bed next to him, feeling extremely self-conscious as he did. He looked across at the door, just to double-check that it was shut. There wasn’t a way for him to lock it, so it’d have to do. He couldn’t help but feel that Alfred didn’t actually want to do anything about the mounting pressure which doubtlessly existed in Alfred as well. He sighed and leaned over to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips… and then another. And another.

He pressed his hands to Alfred’s still-bare chest, thumbing small circles in hope that he’d be able to re-awaken Alfred’s erection somewhat.

Arthur felt unnerved because of the incident, as well but he honestly cared more about his need to get off rather than whether Peter would be traumatised or not. And the fact that the kid had heard him saying filthy things.

Alfred didn't want Arthur to feel self conscious at all and he definitely wouldn't let their awkwardness get in the way of at least relieving themselves. It might not be sex but...he preferred to have contact with Arthur than just to do it alone. They haven't been able to get off on each other's touch for so long...he needed some relief at the very least.

He pressed back into the kisses, trying to be reassuring as he rubbed his back gently.

"It's alright," He murmured against his lips, moaning softly as his erection was re-awakened somewhat.

He felt a bit nervous but at the same time, just a quickie before they finally went to sleep.

Arthur felt a little relaxed by Alfred’s words. He always seemed to be able to tell when Arthur was concerned, it was certainly a skill he’d developed since they’d gotten together; Alfred was better at reading Arthur now (but Arthur felt as though he’d changed dramatically since they’d met, as well).

He seated himself beside Alfred, continuing to gently kiss him as he slid his hand down Alfred’s front, feather-light (and avoiding his ticklish areas). He soon gripped Alfred’s cock in his hand and squeezed.

Perhaps passion could be replaced by intimacy? Should they be able to get past the initial unease.

Alfred was at least glad that his ticklish areas were avoided and instead he continued to kiss his lover, soon reaching down to teasingly stroke Arthur's cock. He was gentle and loving with his strokes, just wanting the other to feel good about everything.

He wanted to take his mind off of Peter's interruption, even if it wasn't necessarily sex in the end.

At least they could share a bit of intimacy.

"I love you," He whispers against Arthur's lips.

Arthur shivered a little but soon relaxed, giving in to Alfred’s touches easily. Hopefully, he’d be able to make Alfred feel good and remind him that it was worth waiting for Arthur and a time that they could do it properly (although this would suffice for now). He continued to squeeze and tease Alfred, thumbing at its head until it was hard enough to start stroking. He worried about the friction rubbing Alfred raw and, for lack of anything else, he took a moment to spit into his hand (trying not to think about how disgusting the action was). He blushed a bit, hoping Alfred wouldn’t care too much. He began to reciprocate Alfred’s actions.

“Mm, you too,” he murmured with another quick kiss to his lips.

Alfred really didn't mind that Arthur spat in his hand to rub him. After all, the act of sex was a lot more gross than the spit and in fact, it was a bit more welcoming than what they had been doing. Of course he really didn't want to think about that at the moment.

He panted softly, pecking his lips once more as he sighed against his lips. He mimicked Arthur instead, spitting into his hand before rubbing the other off, pressing their cocks together.

He shivered at the feeling of their heat being pressed together.

Arthur pressed closer to him, forgetting himself for a moment as he thrust up into Alfred’s hand. He buried his face in Alfred’s neck, enjoying the pleasurable heat being generated from their synchronised movements. He soon tried to fist both of their cocks together, knowing that the feeling combined with what they were doing would be good.

“Ah-h…” he choked out before he could help himself, realising that he wouldn’t last long. “Alfred,” he whispered against his skin, repeatedly.

Alfred gasped and writhed slightly when Arthur fisted both of their cocks together though he kept his sounds soft. He didn't want to wake anyone else and instead he loved the warmth of Arthur's hand. Instead he rolled Arthur's balls between his fingers, trying to encourage both of their release. He could feel the tightening of his own and he knew that he would only have so long to last.

So instead he buried his face against Arthur's neck, pressing frantic kisses over it as he whispered encouraging words. "A-Almost there...come on...a-ah...!"

Arthur gasped as Alfred grasped his balls, which were somewhat of a weak spot for Arthur. He sped up the rate at which he pumped both of them, thoroughly enjoying Alfred’s kisses to his neck. He blindly searched for Alfred’s mouth, kissing him solidly on the mouth before he had to pull away. He panted against his lips, having to force himself to keep his eyes open so that he could watch Alfred’s face and remind himself that this was his boyfriend, his lover, the man he wanted forever.

That was enough to send him over the edge.

He moaned lowly against Alfred’s lips, panting to catch his breath as he continued to stroke them both, trying to give Alfred the same relief he’d had.

“Alfred,” he whispered. “Alfred…”

Alfred kissed him solidly back, moaning into the kiss as the pumps sped up even more, making him writhe in pleasure. Soon parting, he gasped for air, just loving how close he was to Arthur, the man that he adored and would always love.

He just kept close to him, shuddering.

"A-Ah! Almost...Arthur...!" He finally moaned, Arthur's hand sending him over the edge and he finally spilled himself into the other's palm.

He muffled his moan against Arthur's lips.

The relief was unbelievable. It felt fantastic to at least be close and share this with Alfred. He loved him. He loved him irrevocably.

“Oh, my darling…” he breathed out, hazy as he watched Alfred. He smiled slowly, tiredly and kissed the corner of his lips. “So beautiful,” he mumbled, feeling his body growing heavy. He carefully withdrew his now-sticky hand and rested it limply, atop of his thigh (palm up so that he wouldn’t dirty his leg). He’d move in a minute. He could feel the cum drying on his hand.

“You know,” he said softly, “that was a little bit like our first time… but a lot shorter, of course,” he mused.