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

Alfred would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that he was getting a bit excited over the fact that Arthur was excited himself. In a completely different way. He knew that it was definitely not by coincidence that this happened...he enjoyed looking at something and he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was.

Instead he moved his hips closer, hand on the small of Arthur's back.

"Well, it seems as if a part of you thinks that this is just a perfect time and place to be indecent." He smirked down at the other. He knew that Arthur wasn't angry and instead flustered.

Arthur’s breathing got a little heavier as Alfred pressed further against him, hand on his lower back. This was too much. He was starting to feel as though his entire body was on fire. He looked intently at Alfred, a mixture of confusion, irritation and arousal evident in his eyes.

What exactly was Alfred planning on doing here?

“Yes, well,” he had to look away again, down at the ground. “I can’t help that. It’s your fault.” He was officially red in the face now.

Despite the irritation that seemed to be evident in Arthur's eyes, Alfred simply grinned down at the other, sly, cunning and absolutely lovely. He just laughed a bit, trailing his finger along the other's jaw before resting underneath his chin, bringing his head up with a soft hum.

"My fault?" He questioned with quite a bit of amusement.

"Mm...and here I am...offering to help you with your little problem." He trailed one hand along Arthur's leg teasingly. He let out a soft sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead again. "God...it's hot."

Arthur met Alfred’s gaze again after a few moments, eyes narrowed slightly. But he was enjoying this, despite being embarrassed and annoyed by the teasing. He could definitely feel himself straining against his trousers. Of all days he could have chosen to wear skinny jeans.

“Are you?” he inquired, eyebrow raised, voice low. Arthur twitched under Alfred’s touch, his eyes dilated as he watched his lover. “It is,” he agreed quietly. He wanted to lick away the sweat from Alfred’s body, but he knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea.

“Stop teasing me unless you’re going to do something about it,” Arthur frowned a little, growing impatient.

Alfred gently palmed Arthur through his jeans, licking his lips in approval. "You know, I really like it when you're in these jeans," He whispered, leaning forward to nip his ear. Fortunately enough there was a fence to cover them from the neighbour's view (hopefully) though he wasn't certain about his family.

He ran his tongue up along the other's ear and he hummed a bit.

"Ah...but I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. You seem to be so...resisting. Maybe I should just put my shirt back on and we can take the apples back in."

He soon started to pull away, swallowing thickly as he smiled deviously over at Arthur.

Arthur gasped, having not expected Alfred to actually start to live up to his words. He let out a shuddering breath, tilting head a little to one side so that he could reach his ear. Arthur moaned before he could help himself, gripping on to Alfred’s sides tightly as he touched him.

He didn’t want Alfred to pull away and to stop but he knew what the bastard was playing at. He wanted him to ask for it. Crafty bugger. Arthur frowned but managed to swallow his pride enough to grab Alfred before he left.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled out before leaning up to kiss him, all teeth and tongue. “You can’t just leave me like this,” he panted.

Alfred did love having his fun with the other though in a way, he had a feeling that Arthur was right. That he was right about being careful and that this was an inappropriate time and place...though he really couldn't bring himself to care. Of course his mother was running around the house probably by now. But instead he smirked back at his lover, licking his lips before kissing him back just as passionately.

He pulled him close, enjoying the taste of the other before finally pulling away, smirking.

"But I thought this was an inappropriate time and place, Arthur." He laughed a bit. "And what would you do if I did leave you like this?"

Arthur breathed hotly against Alfred’s lips.

“It is. But you’re the one that’s deliberately,” he whispered the next part, “made me hard.” He flushed a little. “I wouldn’t be like this if it weren’t for you.” He tried to keep a hold on Alfred, hands clasping the waistband of his trousers.

At the prospect of being left, he frowned even more.

“Be severely pissed off.” Although he was sure he’d be able to handle it. He’d either have to sit down and cool off or go and deal with it himself. “But I’d forgive you,” he said, so that Alfred would know he wasn’t angry, if only just really aroused.

Alfred laughed breathlessly at that and he decided that maybe it was best not to point out that the other was hard before he even tried to arouse him. So technically it wasn't his fault, but he decided that he wouldn't mention it for now. He could tease him about it later on.

Instead he smirked over at his lover, deciding to press him against the back of the tree, hidden away from the house.

"Well today's your lucky day," He whispered as he finally dropped to his knees in front of the other. Soon he started to work on tugging down the other's skinny jeans as best as he could, also working on the zipper so he could get access to the other's cock.

He definitely wasn't planning this by any means but damn if he wasn't excited seeing how he could affect his boyfriend.

Arthur “oof’ed” as he was pushed back against the tree and fumbled over his words, trying to find something to say. He couldn’t think of anything in the English language which could express himself better than the noise that he inadvertently made. He stroked his fingers through his hair, looking down at his boyfriend with half-lidded eyes.

He hadn’t been planning on this happening, either. But he hadn’t been planning for Alfred to take his shirt off, either. He would have refused to help and gone to read a book if he’d known. He lifted his shirt off over his head, deciding that if he didn’t, he would only dirty the clothing further. He wanted to be able to put it back on when they were done, when he wasn’t quite as hot.

“Oh Alfred,” he sighed, moving his hips to help pull down his trousers.

Alfred simply smirked up at Arthur and he did feel a bit responsible for all of this even though he didn't intend for it to happen. But he had to pay him back for his troubles somehow...and so it really was no surprise when he finally tugged down Arthur's boxers as well.

Getting comfortable and not minding how hot his own body felt with the sweat trailing along his muscles, he soon leant forward to lick at the tip of his cock. Soon enough he took it into his mouth, stroking the base of it with his hand.

Now this was something that he hadn't done in forever. He sucked and trailed his tongue along the bottom teasingly, gazing up at Arthur was half lidded eyes.

Arthur found Alfred absolutely captivating; he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He shivered at the initial contact and immediately realised that he would have to control himself and his breathing. They’d get caught if he was too loud.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered earnestly, holding Alfred’s gaze. He hummed quietly, brushing Alfred’s hair from his face so that he could see him better. He let his head loll back against the tree, not caring about how the bark dug into his back uncomfortably and would probably leave red marks on his skin.

He arched his hips forward a little as Alfred ran his tongue over the bottom of his cock (which felt swollen and painfully in need of release… so it’s a good thing that Alfred’s mouth was there).

“Ah…”

Alfred would have smiled at that if he didn't have Arthur's cock in his mouth but soon enough he took the other deeper in, humming around the other. At least they were behind the tree so no one could simply look out and find them. Instead he started to suck harder, wanting to bring Arthur to that release that he needed for quite a while now.

It was definitely a good day today. That much was something he could say for certain. He loved every bit of this and he was more than happy to have and taste Arthur so intimately.

"Mnn.." Soon he squeezed his left thumb between his palm and fingers and went forward to fully take Arthur in, feeling his cock brush the back of his throat. He would definitely have to take care of himself later.

Arthur let out a small whimper, tangling his hands in Alfred’ hair. He did love receiving oral, especially from Alfred. The man knew him well, knew what he liked and always put up a good performance. But, like the blowjobs Arthur offered, they were rare.

He had to cover his mouth with one of his hands as Alfred took more of him into his mouth, crying brokenly into the palm of his hand. His other hand continued to pet and stroke Alfred’s hair, his hips now leaning further away from the tree, closer to Alfred; it meant that his shoulders were pressed against the tree, supporting him – Arthur didn’t trust his legs much at that moment in time.

“Haaah… fuck, Alfred. That’s good, just like that, my darling,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

Alfred couldn't help but feel proud of that and he continued to do what he was doing. It wasn't often that he was able to give Arthur blowjobs and it was just as rare to receive them back from him. He felt his nose press against the other's skin and he simply took in Arthur's scent, letting him fuck his mouth now though he eagerly sucked and licked at whatever he could.

He moaned a bit, deep and throaty as he tried to urge Arthur closer to his release.

God...he would do this all the time as long as it meant that he could see Arthur in the throes of passion, being pleasured by him and completely him. To know that he was able to do this with Arthur was just so fucking good.

When Arthur was allowed to move his hips into that hole, it was hard for him not to cry out. It felt fantastic. More than fantastic.

Which is why he climaxed before he realised that he was ready to and let out a shout without meaning to. He shuddered violently for a few moments, pushing deep into Alfred’s mouth and panting harshly into the thick, hot air surrounding them. He carefully pulled himself out of Alfred’s grasp, giving him an apologetic look as he tugged up his boxers and trousers. He knelt down on the ground and leaned forward to kiss Alfred’s neck.

“Sorry, sorry… that was a bit sudden. Are you alright?” he kissed at the corner of his eye.

Alfred easily took Arthur in his mouth and soon enough he reached forward to roll the other's balls between his fingers, wanting to urge him more into release. His throat was starting to hurt but he decided that he could handle it.

What he wasn't expecting though was for Arthur to shove himself deep into his mouth and release. He nearly choked at that but fortunately enough Arthur pulled out of his mouth, leaving Alfred to be a panting yet coughing mess. Though soon he swallowed the rest of it down, nearly grimacing but soon he grinned over his lover.

Soon he kissed his lips, not caring about what he tasted like before pulling away with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

Arthur kissed back, trying to ignore the prominent taste of semen on Alfred’s lips. Not that he could help it. He should have felt grateful at the fact that it was his semen on Alfred’s lips… even if it was a little gross afterwards. He’d always thought ejaculation itself was a bit weird.

He was thinking too much into it, he decided.

He just continued to kiss Alfred’s skin, silently worshipping and enjoying the flesh there. He pecked his lips a few more times before pulling away to let him breathe, still petting and caressing his body.

“Hmm, thank you for that,” he murmured breathily. “You know, I’ve always… had a bit of a thing for shirtlessness in a hot environment.”

Alfred laughed a bit, happy to get his small 'revenge' before finally pulling away from the kiss, relaxing as the other kissed his skin. He just sighed happily, stroking his hair before smiling back over at the other with a cheeky grin.

"I would have never guessed," He replied easily with soft pants, pecking his lips again.

"Especially would have never guessed with how tight your pants were right then."

He soon licked his lips with a soft hum, still holding the other close though he looked up at the sky. "Though it is starting to get hot out here and I'm starting to sweat a bit too much for even my own liking."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, scoffing a little. His response was to roll his eyes. Alfred might not have ever known about it unless he’d spoken up… and that hadn’t quite happened before. He didn’t usually get worked up like that just from the sight of Alfred shirtless. It was probably the sweat, he reasoned; his skin was glistening under the blazing heat and Arthur’s own skin was beginning to shimmer somewhat.

“Hmm, well, we have all the apples so let’s go inside, shall we?” he took the chance to kiss him one last time before pulling away to put his own t-shirt back on. He stood and fastened his jeans up again, checking everything was placed comfortably so he wouldn’t chafe.

He flushed a little, “You don’t think… anyone heard me shout, do you?”

Alfred would have never thought that Arthur would get turned on by that but he supposed that it did. Alfred himself had never really gotten turned on by anything like a guy working out but at the same time, his sexual attraction towards men was still rather limited to mainly Arthur and he never really did get to see the other with his shirt off and working out. Humming a bit to himself, he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, let's go!" With that, he grabbed his shirt (which was already a bit dirty) and slung it over his shoulder before grabbing the bucket. Raising an eyebrow at hte other's question, he couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"I'm sure no one heard you."

Well he wasn't sure but it didn't seem all that loud to him.

Arthur followed Alfred back into the kitchen, trying to dust himself off and make his clothes look less ruffled than he was convinced that they did.

“I bloody hope so,” he muttered. He toed off his shoes once they were inside and looked across at Alfred, marvelling just at the sight of how muscular and powerful his back alone was. And that gorgeous man had just given him head without asking for anything in return (although he was sure that Alfred would find some way or another for Arthur to pay him back).

He sighed softly, only able to think about how lucky he was to have a man like that. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of. Alfred was so kind, brave, strong. He was wonderful.

Alfred just barked out another laugh before he finally went back into the kitchen, placing the bucket there. He made no move to put his shirt back on though and instead he started to wash the apples. After washing the apples, he set them in the fridge before smiling over at his lover.

"I'm going to take a quick shower first and then I'll be back out." Giving him a quick wink, he soon headed towards the closest bathroom there was.

He would never ask for anything in return from Arthur. He wanted to give him everything that he could without needing anything back. That was just the kind of man that he was. He passed by Matthew along the way and they shared a quick glance though with the way that his brother smiled at him, Alfred could assume that they weren't heard by him at the very least.

Maybe it wasn't that loud.

Arthur felt his heart do obscene flip-flop motions in his chest and just nodded, intelligently so, as Alfred took his leave. He sighed softly, unsure of what to do with himself whilst he waited. He set his shoes down by the front door of the house and came across Katyusha on the sofa, where he’d found her earlier. She looked a little ill, but the excitement flaring in her eyes told a different story. She didn’t seem to take much notice of Arthur, however and continued watching the television, blissfully unaware.

He headed up the stairs and into their room, digging out the small notebook and pen he’d brought with him before heading out to sit on the porch (after an extra sprits of deodorant). It didn’t take him long to start writing about his surroundings.

Alfred actually quite enjoyed the shower and he couldn't help but relax under the warmth of the water. His mother had already figured out about the news with Katyusha and so it really wasn't all that surprising to see her run about the house, wondering what she should buy Katyusha for the potential baby shower. She seemed more excited than Katyusha about it, exclaiming things about finally being able to become a grandmother.

Of course there was never really any way that Alfred could have a child with Arthur and make her more proud to be a grandmother. Though at least there was Matthew who would be able to give her that dream.

And that alone was enough for him. He didn't feel any regrets for staying with Arthur and he was certain that he would continue on feeling no regrets for it.

Soon enough he stepped out of the shower and dressed into something more loose and fitting before finally heading downstairs to look for Arthur again. He didn't see him anywhere inside and soon Matthew pointed towards the porch. With a small thank you, Alfred headed outside towards the porch, curiously glancing out.

He couldn't help but smile a bit when he saw the notebook in the other's hands.

Instead he snuck up behind him, quietly reading over his shoulder before pressing a kiss from behind to his cheek.

"I didn't know you started to write again."