Same Job, Different Time and Place [R-18] - Part 4

Alfred just laughed and he wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist, just cuddling up close to him.

"Well..." He hummed to himself, thinking about it. "...All of this is free for you to touch." He winked at him.

He had been exercising more down in Florida and so he was a bit more fit than he usually was in New York. He did feel some pride though as Arthur complimented him like this.

“Stop winking at me,” Arthur flushed, clearing his throat. He pecked the corner of Alfred’s mouth and slid his hand down further so that his fingertips dipped just beneath the waistband of Alfred’s boxers, sharply pulling upwards again to trail along his abdomen.

Alfred had probably noticed how slim he was now, himself. He had remnants of the muscle he’d gained, but it had never been as obvious and defined as Alfred’s. Alfred looked like a bloody supermodel with such beautiful, tan skin and crippling abs.

“Likewise,” he murmured softly, still a bit nervous for Alfred to do anything to him lest the other judged him more than he already had. He gently bumped the tip of his nose against Alfred’s.

Alfred wanted to do something with Arthur. Not being able to touch him sexually was rather frustrating and he didn't care about how thin Arthur was. He was still amazing in his eyes, even if he was bonier than normal. He was still just as handsome as always.

"Nah, can't stop now. It's my thing."

He let their noses bump together and he laughed, soon pulling away so he could take off his glasses and place it on the table. He pressed their noses together again.

"Miss being with you like this."

He was obviously enjoying the touches though.

Arthur smiled fondly as he heard Alfred laugh, watching him as he took off his glasses. He kissed him quickly when Alfred returned and hummed in agreement.

“Me too,” he nuzzled the other a little.

He wanted to do things, too, but just wasn’t as confident as he had been the last time Alfred visited, when they basically had been unable to stop touching each other and spent most of the week shagging each other silly. He needed to be coaxed into it.

Alfred kissed him back quickly and he just gently rubbed Arthur's back, just wanting to feel him and keep him close.

He knew that Arthur wasn't nearly as confident and he needed to build up that confidence again. He wanted to be able to love Arthur with his heart and body and so much more. He missed having that interaction with the older man.

He soon reached forward to draw Arthur into another kiss, letting this one go deeper and longer.

Arthur let Alfred pull him that bit closer and began to kiss him back, a little more tentative than Alfred was whilst kissing him. He removed his hand from Alfred’s stomach to touch his forearm, keeping his touch light and careful. He nipped at Alfred’s lower lip quickly before beginning to kiss him deeply again.

He was quickly becoming aware of what Alfred seemed to want.

Alfred was more than happy to keep Arthur close to him and he rubbed the small of his back.

"Love you," He murmured against his lips and he soon tried to pull the other man on his lap. At least any way to bring him closer to him.

He didn't want to force Arthur into this but it had been months since they were last able to do something together and especially considering the hospitalisation, it was just terrible trying to keep his hands away. But he wouldn't force him if he was still hesitant about it all.

He easily opened his mouth for Arthur.

Arthur “mmm’ed” softly in response. He indulged Alfred for the time being, climbing into the other’s lap like he wanted him to. He straddled Alfred and slid his arms around Alfred’s neck, just kissing back and enjoying the closeness for now. He delved into Alfred’s open mouth, trying to egg himself on.

He could do this. For now. Alfred missed him, he’d given up his job to come and be with him. Not just any job, his dream job in the prime of his career. He had to at least show he was grateful somehow, because he’d done a shoddy job of it so far.

Alfred was more than happy to let Arthur taste his mouth and though he could still taste remnants of cigarettes, he could barely bring himself to care. There was still that sense of familiarity that always egged him on.

He simply wrapped his arm tighter around his lover's waist and he gently rubbed at his thigh.

He could definitely tell that Arthur was a lot skinnier now but that wasn't that point. He still loved him. No matter what he looked like.

Arthur lifted himself further on to his knees, tilting Alfred’s head backwards to kiss him, one hand cupping Alfred’s jaw as the other ran down across his shoulder in a gentle, lingering movement.

He hoped Alfred would get his cue that he was willing to try to go a bit further. He trusted Alfred to stop if he got spooked. Arthur could feel his pyjama bottoms slipping down further over his hips, beginning to expose the trail of hair leading downwards to where he was covered.

He had to break the kiss to try and remember how to breathe for a moment.

Watching as Arthur lifted himself further onto his knees, Alfred couldn't help but smile up at his lover, letting his head be tilted backwards so they could kiss. He continued on exploring Arthur's back and sides with his hands, pressing his tongue back against Arthur's.

He did get the cue and soon enough he brought his leg up to rub against his groin.

He was already starting to obviously get hard and soon he pulled away from the kiss as well, giving Arthur a lopsided grin. He reached up to run a hand through that lovely blond hair.

Arthur groaned softly at that, shuddering. He felt somewhat breathless as Alfred smiled at him like that. Curse him for being so bloody attractive. Arthur was so unbearably in love with him and that smile that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He held Alfred’s gaze silently before pressing his forehead to his, breathing hotly against Alfred’s mouth. He wasn’t sure whether he was aroused or not. He could definitely feel himself stirring, though that was quite natural, really. It wasn’t an unusual thing at all. But he still wasn’t sure. He knew Alfred wanted it; he could tell just by the way his eyes were slightly glazed over, let alone the bulge appearing in his boxers.

“Alfred,” he just breathed his name softly, for the sake of saying it.

Alfred just laughed up at Arthur, just completely in love and soon enough he brought his hand down so he could rub his lover through his bottoms. He wanted to at least make him feel good and not make this one sided.

He was definitely aroused though and he would be extremely frustrated if they had to stop but he knew that he would be able to if that had to become the case.

He pressed their lips together again, beginning to slip his hand underneath the pyjama bottoms though he was rather tentative just in case Arthur didn't want it.

Arthur watched him heatedly for a few moments, unable to deny that the touches felt wonderful. And to think that once upon a time, Arthur was the one that demanded sex and had struggled to cope without it. He was older and should have been more patient but… apparently not.

He returned the kiss and let Alfred slide his hand inside, not really responding aside from the pressure he used whilst kissing the other. He was anxious but it would be alright. He trailed one hand across Alfred’s chest.

Alfred began to stroke Arthur's cock, thumbing at the head and just enjoying everything. It all felt so nice, being touched like this and being able to touch Arthur in such an intimate manner.

"Feels so good," He whispered.

Arthur was still just as gorgeous as he remembered him. Losing weight did nothing to change his opinion.

He soon grabbed the hem of the bottoms, slowly pulling them down.

Arthur shuddered, his breathing becoming heavier as he enjoyed Alfred’s administrations. He was more than half-mast now. He kissed Alfred sloppily once, twice before helping him remove his pyjama bottoms. Arthur shifted, not really moving out of Alfred’s lap to take them off, though he sort of failed and only managed to get them off of one leg, but that would be enough.

He began to mouth at Alfred’s neck and slowly reached down with one hand into Alfred’s boxers, tentatively squeezing his cock.

“Bet this feels better?” he purred in amusement, nerves beginning to ebb away. He bit down gently at Alfred’s collarbone, leaving a small mark behind which he kissed sweetly.

Alfred kissed Arthur back just as sloppily and he laughed breathlessly as he pulled away, letting the older man mouth at his neck.

"Ahh...feels a lot better," He murmured with a small grin. He rolled his hips up into the other's hand, nearly purring at the sensation.

It felt so nice. So very nice.

"I miss this." He smiled wider as he stroked Arthur's cock. A part of him wanted to bend down and take him in his mouth. "How about I..." He soon pulled away enough and shifted onto the ground so he could bend down in front of Arthur. "..give you something that you can remember, yeah?"

He looked up at Arthur deviously, gripping the base of his cock as he let his breath ghost over the head.

Arthur began to build up a rhythm with his hand, trying to match the pace that Alfred set. He was happy to keep doing this, to be quite honest but it seemed that Alfred had different idea as he got out from underneath him and went down on to the floor. Arthur repositioned himself so he was sat facing Alfred and stroked his fingers through his hair tenderly.

Arthur caught on easily and found himself smirking somewhat, letting his head drop back against the sofa to let out a chuckle before humming quietly, pleasurably. He stroked Alfred’s hair back from his face so that he could watch better. He gasped as he felt Alfred’s breath over his cock and shivered all the more. Fuck, that felt nice. It had been so long.

Hadn’t it? He never had confirmed with Angélique what had happened at the party… he didn’t really want to know. Perhaps she couldn’t remember either? He had to stop thinking about this or it’d kill his erection.

He just focused on the pretty blue colour of Alfred’s eyes and the way his golden hair seemed to shine in the morning light.

“Ohh, Alfred,” he moaned to encourage him.

Alfred was easily encouraged and to see Arthur actually enjoying himself, he couldn't help but finally lower his head to take the other into his mouth. It had been a long time since he was able to do this with Arthur and he was a bit out of practise but that hardly mattered.

It had been equally just as long for Arthur as it had been for him.

He brought him deep into his mouth, sucking and licking and stroking Arthur. He wanted to hear him and make love to him and so much more.

God, Arthur was just so damned hot in his mouth. He could feel the other's cock throb against his tongue. He groaned from his arousal, trying to take him deeper as he cupped his balls and rolled them gently between his fingers.

Though soon enough he heard the knocking of the door, making Alfred jolt and soon choke.

Arthur didn’t take long to let Alfred know just how much he liked it. He could feel himself sweating as he focused on every little movement of Alfred’s tongue. Fuck, it was good. It had been so long since they’d touched each other and this was the most pleasure Arthur had felt since April.

“Ah-hah… Alfred! Jesus. If you keep doing that, I’ll cum,” he admitted sheepishly, trying to keep himself in check.

The knock at the door also made Arthur jump, though not choke. He was quick to pull Alfred off of him and cup his face in his hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. Who the hell was at the door? He was half-tempted to just pull on his pyjama bottoms and answer so whoever it was would get the picture and go away. Though that didn’t really seem like a good idea, in all honesty.

Alfred continued on coughing and he rubbed at his throat gingerly.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." His heart was still racing and he hesitantly got up, still a bit at a loss of what just happened. They were both awfully hard and he couldn't help but wonder if they could just ignore the door.

Then they could continue on with what they were doing.

Though soon the knocking became louder and he finally heard the visitor's voice.

"Al! Arthur! You here? I want to see my two precious boys! I came a bit early!"

Was that his mother?

He couldn't go out there when he had an obvious hard on and pre cum on his lips!

Arthur had been thinking the same thing until the knocking persisted. God damn it, Mary.

He glanced up at Alfred, vaguely disappointed that they wouldn’t be able to finish but… well, they had different things to attend to now. He sighed and got to his feet, grabbing his pyjama bottoms to pull them on. He’d just have to hope that saliva nor pre-cum would show up as a wet patch on the front of them.

“Just a second!” Arthur called to the door before beginning to usher Alfred into the bedroom. He grabbed one of Alfred’s t-shirts and put it on, knowing it would cover any unsightly bulges on his person.

“Clean up, I’ll get the door,” he pecked Alfred’s cheek and, with a sigh, went to go and answer the door, trying his best not to look too frazzled.

Alfred just sighed and he shot Arthur a small smile though he soon hurried towards the bedroom.

Out of all the times...

She could have at least waited for an extra few minutes! Then they wouldn't have to go through this.

She always had terrible timing, to be quite honest. Alfred quickly started getting cleaned up, making sure that his hair was also brushed and cologne sprayed on. He began to dress into some decent clothes despite the bulge in his trousers.

Mary just smiled brightly at Arthur though she eyed him curiously.

"You look awfully frazzled and tired, dear! Are you okay, hon?"

She laughed a bit and leant forward to peck his cheek. "So glad to see you again! Are you doing well?"

Arthur returned the smile, though it was more Arthur-like and subtle.

“I’m fine, Mary, don’t worry,” he tried to sound cheerful. “I’m still quite tired from the hospital. I only got back yesterday.” He returned the peck on her opposite cheek, used to introductions like that from his mother’s friends. But with Mary it was different; she was a kind woman and wasn’t about to belittle him or the like.

“I’m glad to see you too. I really can’t believe that it’s almost been a year already,” he stood out of the way to let her in. “I’m… better than I was. How are you?” he closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen, manners kicking in. “Can I get you a drink?”

Mary just chuckled and soon came into the flat, looking around curiously. She looked at the couch and raised an eyebrow.

"I hope I'm not bothering you two!"

She soon followed him to the kitchen and she smiled sweetly.

"That would be lovely. Water is fine. And I'm doing just fine! I wanted to visit my two lovely boys!"

Alfred soon came stumbling out of the bedroom, smiling over at his mother.

"Hi mom." Mary quickly turned around and her eyes brightened at the sight of her son. She quickly hurried to him and hugged him close.

"Oh Al! It's been so long!"