This Town is Big Enough...

Arthur's grip tightened a bit when Alfred started moving, it was an odd feeling. He could feel the strength in Alfred's hold, yet the shaking of his arms. Arthur cursed himself, he really should have kept insisting other wise, but he hadn't and he could feel it affecting Alfred. However when he glanced down at the American to tell him he could stop and Arthur would try to find something lighter, he found a very determined look in the blue eyes that made him keep his thoughts to himself. It seemed that Alfred found a steady pace, and even though his arms were still shaky, it was better than it was in the beginning. Arthur quickly moved out of the way so the American could move when he was done.

"You're welcome," Arthur said with a slightly worried smile. "You should probably rest for a bit. Do you want something to drink?" He asked, figuring he probably looked like some worried mother pampering to her children's every need.

The worried expression on Arthur’s face was too adorable to not prompt a exhausted smile from forming on the American’s face. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly the older man could go from being grouchy straight to into a mother hen. Alfred chuckled a bit at the thought of the Brit rushing around him, tending to him like a mother. If he ever had kids, he could just imagine how doting he would be, a while trying to maintain the imagine of being strict and respectable. Too cute.

“Some water would be nice,” He admitted as he carefully lifted his body up into a sitting position. His body shook a bit, but it was the good sort of throbbing. His muscles had been in desperate need of being worked again. And although it would take some time to build up that kind of strength again, it felt good to have started again. Alfred managed to collapse heavily onto the couch, a satisfied grin still adoring his face. Not the best work out session he’s ever had, but he didn’t give up. He pushed himself and he managed to keep going. That was something worth celebrating.

He leaned back against the pillows, allowing his eyes to close. “Mm… You should come lay and talk with me for a while.” Although he was tired, he really didn’t feel the need to sleep. Just a nice rest with some casual conversation sounded perfect though. Besides, him and Arthur hardly ever had the opportunity just to talk with each other. There was still so much that he wanted to know about the older man. Like, whether or not he liked fairytales (he never did get a straight answer from him after the whole drunk scenario). He wanted to know how he learned to ride or horse, or how he found Victoria. If he ever thought about getting married.

Alfred opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling curiously. He had never really given much thought about marriage. He had always kind of figured that he would one day find a pretty lady, marry her, and have kids, but all that changed when Arthur came into his life. Now he was left to wonder… did Arthur feel the same? A part of him was still afraid that one day Arthur would grow bored of him, or decide that risking his life wasn’t worth staying, or worse, he did end up dying - but if none of those scenario’s came to pass and they managed to stay together, would he want to get married? “Hey Arthur…” He began softly, scooting over on the couch so he could lay next to him if he wanted. “Did you ever think that maybe one day… I mean, do you ever think about getting married?”

Arthur gave a not at the American's request for water and hurried to collect some for the American. He returned with a somewhat cool glass to find Alfred lying on the couch staring up at the ceiling. Arthur walked over and placed the glass of water on a nearby table. Alfred's questioned startled him a bit and caused him to stare. He noticed Alfred had moved to give him room to lay with him and Arthur rolled his eyes. He lightly tapped at the American's hair before lifting it and sitting down on the couch and resting Alfred's head on his lap. The Englishman was silent for a few minutes. He had never thought about marriage much, in reality he couldn't. As a child he had wanted someone who cared for him, and with his amounts of illness he always said he would be surprised if he met anyone at all. As a teenager the idea had faded slightly, and it was just craziness then. However he matured and found he favored men over women and such a marriage was rather unheard of. Marriage had almost been stuffed down his throat as well.

"Not all that often." He said, because he did thinking about it. He really didn't see the point of it, but he sometimes thought about seeing as how his brothers married people they seemed to love greatly. "I was 'engaged', by that I mean it was an arranged marriage, to my childhood friend for a while," Arthur said lightly, "however my Father put me in charge of business in the West and her father didn't wish to have her so far away and called it off." He sighed, the two knew they didn't love each other and had both complained to their parents endlessly about it. For some reason they both pushed it on them. Arthur's father was somewhat tired of his sons marrying lower class people, when Arthur's mother was lower class herself. The girl herself was sweet and Arthur could live with the fact that he would have a child with her and then they would allow affairs and lovers. She was the only know who knew he liked men and she didn't mind because Arthur was happy enough. "The two of us didn't mind, but I don't really think about marriage much."

Arthur was silent for a bit. He was glad the marriage had been called off before he was shipped off to America. He defiantly wouldn't have meet Alfred because he would have actually settled in a town. Arthur was not going to go running around the West with a woman. "Why the sudden question?" Arthur asked.

Alfred settled happily into the Englishman’s lap, gazing up at him with curious blue eyes. The question had obviously caught the other man off guard, but he seemed to be honestly considering a way to answer, which prompted Alfred to keep his mouth shut and wait. He was shocked when he heard that Arthur had once been engaged (well, been pushed into an arranged marriage, but still engaged nonetheless). Suddenly he wondered how different their lives would have turned out if Arthur would have married the women. He probably would have lived a happy life, had a few kids maybe, but he would never have run into Alfred if he had been married.

“That must have been difficult to take. Somebody telling you who you were going to marry, I mean.” It may have been better since the two were childhood friends, but the idea of having no power over your own life was disturbing to Alfred. Maybe it was because even as a small child he had lived only for himself, but freedom was something that he could not bring himself to compromise - in any matter. Arthur certainly was braver than him for even considering going along with it for a time. He didn’t think he would have ever been able to do that.

Alfred sighed and let his eyes drift shut, relaxing his head into Arthur’s lap. “I don’t know. I just wanted to ask.” But there was more. Arthur didn’t seem to hold marriage up as being of much importance, but try and Alfred might, he still found himself very much wishing to be married someday. But he no longer imagined a blushing bride walking down the aisle towards him. Oh no. All he saw was a man with defiant green eyes, a cocksure grin, and a gun at his side. He smiled softly, looking all but serene for those brief moments when he allowed himself to imagine exchanging vows with Arthur. Nothing could ever be more beautiful.

“Would you marry me Arthur?” He asked softly, opening his clear blue eyes to search for Arthur’s own emerald pools. They wouldn’t have to have anything fancy. Just a few promises, a witness, perhaps a priest if one would ever be willing to marry two men. But if not, Alfred was perfectly willing to forgo all the formalities and take Arthur in his arms and says his vows without any of the constraints of modern politics or religion. It would just be him and Arthur, two bodies and one soul - forever and beyond.

It had been hard having marriage forced down upon him, it had soured his views on it slightly. He did care for his friend though, and they had agreed that if the marriage was to be carried though they would stay friends. However it had taken a lot of fighting with their parents till they just sat down and talked about the huge 'what if'. They wanted to please their parents, but they still wanted lives of their own. "It was difficult," Arthur said gently. "However we agreed to give the marriage a child and then do what we wanted." Arthur shrugged, obviously none of that happened. They would give the child a good home, and Arthur was sure he would love the child anyway, but he was rather glad he didn't have one.

Arthur grinned a bit at the American as he commented towards his reason for question. Arthur rolled his eyes and lightly ran his fingers through Alfred's soft hair mindlessly. The American seemed rather content with his head on Arthur's lap, and Arthur didn't mind either.

Alfred question threw him again. He blinked at the American rather shocked by the sudden question. He could feel himself blushing as he thought about it. He could, Arthur probably would marry Alfred and feel completed. He still would long for a formal engagement and wedding. Arthur was rather old fashion in that way, and he wanted people to be excited for him. People were excited for him when he was arranged to marry his friend. "If you're proposing, I believe my answer would be yes." Arthur said quietly. He could see Alfred and him having a formal wedding and being extremely happy with his life. "What is bringing this all on, Alfred?" Arthur questioned lightly, leaning a bit closer to the American's face.

The feel of Arthur’s fingers playing with his cornsilk locks lulled him into total comfort. He hummed softly in approval and tilted his head back to grant the Englishman more access if he wished. The atmosphere was perfect. No outside pressures or people, no worries or expectations - just the two of them enjoying each other’s company like two lovers should.

Despite the question he had allowed to slip, Alfred felt totally calm in the moments before Arthur answered. Here in their quiet self-made tranquility there was no need to worry. He already knew that Arthur loved him - he proved it daily with his actions, words, and soft whispers of unspoken affection. He didn’t need any verification or proof when it was already right there in front of him. Still, a soft smile broke out across his face and his heart beat faster within his chest when Arthur said yes. “Than I’m proposing,” He said, raising a hand up to cup Arthur’s cheek in a loving manner. “I’m afraid you won’t be receiving a ring right away. It will have to wait until I can go back home again.”

Alfred smiled and tilted his head up a bit, but did not remove himself from the comfort of Arthur’s lap. “That’s what people do when they’re in love, right?” He allowed for his eyes to drift shut again, relaxing his body into the cushions. “I love you and I want to be with you forever. So, marriage it is than.” He allowed the silence to build for a long moment before opening up his clear blue eyes again. A small, half grin tugged at his lips as he looked up into Arthur’s lovely face. “Are you going to kiss your fiancé or not?” He teased, lifting his head up slightly so Arthur would not have to strain his neck to reach him.

Arthur chuckled lightly. He didn't really need a ring, as tradition as he was, Arthur didn't feel like he needed a ring to show he was Alfred's and Alfred was his. However is Alfred was going to get him a ring he wasn't going to complain at all. Either way he would be happy, he was happy to the point where he almost felt like crying. His happiness and joy had never caused the feeling of wanting to cry it almost scared him. He had never felt so happy in his life, nothing was matching up to what he was feeling currently and it was so thrilling to know that Alfred had caused such feelings. Arthur can only nod at the American's words, afraid saying something would cause him to started crying with joy and create a mixed signal. He took a calming breath to collect himself and at least say something while the American closed his eyes. However when he opened them again, Arthur lost whatever he had collected. He grinned at the American feeling tears build up.

"Why are you so cocky," Arthur asked as he leaned down more and meet Alfred's lips. He felt a few tears escape from his eyes, but he didn't mind. He pulled away to wipe them away, a large grin on his face. "Look at what your doing to me." He teased lightly.

Arthur’s reaction was beautiful. He never expected his sort of spur of the moment proposal to inspire such a meaningful response. Alfred sat up and reached forward to lightly brush away the tears that managed to escape the Englishman’s notice. “You look lovely,” He said honestly, leaning forward to place gentle kisses against Arthur’s cheek. Yes. Arthur had said yes. The most wonderful man in the entire world had agreed to marry him despite everything that stood against him. Alfred could not have been happier than he was in that moment. Unable to help himself, he sealed his lips against the other mans once more, allowing the kiss to linger on a bit longer than usual.

Alfred’s hand slid up to Arthur’s cheek, fingertips ghosting lightly against his soft skin as they kissed. The moment was calm, untainted, with no outside concerns to pull them out of the quiet perfection. Slowly Alfred moved forward, leaning the Brit back so he rested more heavily against the couch. Than, once he was convinced the other man was situated and comfortable, he parted his lips and lightly flicked his warm tongue against Arthur’s bottom lip, silently asking for entry. The American’s body grew pleasantly warm from the gentle affection and despite the fact that anyone (including a certain perverted Frenchman) could walk in and see them at any moment, he needed to get closer. He needed to feel more of Arthur - to hold him close and kiss him for all his worth. He needed to show just how much he loved him.

Arthur didn't feel like he looked "lovely", if anything he felt like he was some emotionally confused child. There he was practically sobbing when he was so happy and he should be smiling and giggling (however not girlishly in any way, shape, or form). He felt silly with Alfred having to wipe away his stray tears. Yet he can't help it and Alfred was so gentle. What in the world had he done to deserve someone like Alfred? Arthur was sure he would never know, and he never wanted to know.

Arthur's body moved to Alfred's touches, his eyes slide close when Alfred sealed their lips again. he shifted and got a thrill from their bodies getting forever closer. God, he wanted to do this all day and everyday, no one would come and interrupt them or making them live in fear. There was nothing in the world aside from, Alfred, him, and the couch he was pleasantly being pushed against. Arthur opened his mouth to allow Alfred in, but in his mind he had already decided Alfred wasn't getting in without a good fight. Arthur shoved his tongue harshly into Alfred's mouth, more than ready to give him a challenge. His green eyes opened half way, a flicker of challenge in them, as he moved his tongue to keep Alfred's away from entering his as best he could.

Alfred’s eyes drifted shut and he pressed his body impossibly closer to Arthur’s. Their previously chaste kiss had turned into something deeper, more passionate than he had previously planned for - but it was wonderful. He nearly moaned when those full lips finally parted to grant him access. But instead of Arthur allowing for his eager tongue to lap up that addictive taste, the Brit forced his own tongue into Alfred’s mouth. The blue-eyed man’s eyes opened in surprise, but he caught on when he saw the challenging spark within Arthur’s pools of emerald green. Arthur may blush and act like an overprotective mother hen sometimes, but he was still a man. And no man liked to submit all the time.

Alfred grinned. Pushing his weight against Arthur, he managed to maneuver them so that he had the Brit’s back pressed completely against the couch. Oh, so Arthur wanted to play it like that? He relished the thought of the challenge and slowly slid forward into the older man’s lap, allowing his legs to rest on either side of his hips. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he eagerly fought with Arthur’s tongue, working his way back into the Englishman’s mouth.

His body temperature was rising dangerously quickly. This wasn’t the safest place to be losing himself in a heated moment (no not because Ivan’s men were around - he was more worried about perverted Frenchies than anything else), but the world had all but fallen away. His entire focus became Arthur. They way their bodies were pressed up together in such an intimate fashion and how his essence seemed to overtake every other sense. Alfred was lost in it all. Half moaning, he slid a hand around the Englishman’s neck, as if trying to close up any excess space between them. Already his body was reacting to the oral stimulation, leaving his pants embarrassingly tight. They should stop. He needed to stop otherwise this could go somewhere very bad (but oh so amazing) very fast.

Alfred pulled back for air. He clutched the loose strands of Arthur’s choppy blond hair, half panting with a pretty blush staining his cheeks. “S-sorry…” He said quickly, “I didn’t mean to… go that far. We can stop if you want.”

Stopping?! Where in the world did this notion of stopping come from? More importantly would Arthur want to stop when he was enjoying the feeling of Alfred pushing him down. Alfred was doing everything in his power to make Arthur submit and it was wonderful, no one taken his challenge with such want to suppress him. Alfred had Arthur fighting back melt moans, begging moans, and just about every moan that would tell Alfred he was winning. That was if the growing tightness in his pant's didn't alert the young sheriff first. Arthur's body had been completely at the American's will until he pulled way and asked about stopping.

All Arthur had heard at first was the word stopping and in his American-induced daze he was outraged. There was no stopping. However then the world came crashing down on him. There was suddenly more than Alfred, him, and a couch, there was a room, and a house, and an outside with a town of threats. He gasp, as if he come up for a breath, he still didn't want to stop but he saw all the reason to. He started up at the American and blushed. He attempted to make his mouth work and formed words. "No...don't be sorry....it was," Arthur swallowed as his mouth suddenly felt dry, "lovely. Really lovely." He gave Alfred a small grin, he still wanted to continue.

"Do I get a vote in this?" The sound of the other voice made Arthur's eyes widen, his blood run cold, and turn to see the Frenchman standing in the opening like he had just been walking by and notice. The Frenchman laughed like an annoying Frenchman. "Please, I was walking by to get a drink and took notice. Is this what you do with days? Ravishing the other in somewhat public places? Arthur, I honestly thought you're more careful." Francis gave them a weird smile and a thumbs up before continuing on his way.

Neither Alfred nor the man he had currently pressed up against the couch, wanted to stop. After a week of hiding their passions under a more socially acceptable blanket of quiet affection, Alfred was about ready to burst. He wanted so badly to take this to the next level, but there were a number of reasons why that wasn’t possible. It was in the middle of the day, Matthew (or worse, Francis) could walk in at any time, not to mention that Ivan’s men were still in town. Throwing all caution to the wind and ravishing each other was probably not the best course of action. “Y-yeah…” He agreed breathlessly, trying to focus on anything besides the wonderful friction developing between his straining erections and the Englishman’s. “Very lovely…”

A sudden voice from behind them caused Alfred to tense up. Oh no, oh no. Out of everybody in the world to catch them in this position, why did it have to be him? Matthew he could deal with, but Francis - lord what could be worse. At the Frenchman’s comment, he groaned and buried his face within the crook of Arthur’s neck, hiding the intense blush that now stained his cheeks. “Great… now he’s going to tell Mattie and Mattie’s gonna think I’m a pervert… and than he’ll probably hit me again…” Alfred said, a slight whine in his voice. Worse yet, there was absolutely no way to continue now that Francis knew what the two of them were doing.

Alfred slid off of Arthur’s lap, his pants embarrassingly tight and his face flushed. God why had they decided to let this get so heated? Now neither of them would be able to satisfy themselves with that creepy Frenchie still in the house. He groaned and lay his head back against the couch, pulling down on the front of his jeans to relieve some of the tension. “Damn, that sucks,” He muttered to himself more than Arthur. “Sorry about this. I didn’t think that he could see us…” Ew, and even worse, it almost was like he wanted them to continue. What an absolute perv. Why did Mattie have to like him so much?

Arthur was going to kill Francis. When he least expected the Englishman was going to kill him and hide him away from the world. He just had to be walking around the house, and not sleeping, and stumble upon them. He closed his eyes and groaned when Alfred got off him. Of course the Frenchman would ruin the mood. Arthur was just glad it wasn't Matthew, Francis would tease and pester but he meant no harm. The idiot French did actually respect couples in love, even couples with one-sided love. Matthew would just be awkward for Arthur. The man was Alfred's twin, and though Arthur was sure the man was fine with the fact that the two were together, but he seemed didn't seem use to the sight of them. He sighed, there was nothing he could really do now, aside from make the Frenchman lunch.

"What are we going to do now?" Arthur asked, glancing at Alfred, he was at a complete lose because Arthur still wished to continue behind closed doors.

At Arthur’s question, all the young American could do was sigh and glance miserably down at his groin. As much as he liked to continue, he didn’t like the idea of having a possible audience to their private actions. He was already completely humiliated for having been caught pressing up against Arthur in such an intimate fashion. Could he really bring himself to continue behind closed doors when he knew the Frenchman could hear everything that was happening? “I… I’m not comfortable continuing,” He replied honestly, glancing up to offer Arthur an apologetic look. “Not when Francis could hear us… It’s not something I want for other people to hear or know about. It should be just between the two of us…”

With that said, he scooted away from the Brit and took a deep breath, trying to calm his body down. He hated having to pull away after teasing both Arthur and himself to this state of arousal, but his embarrassment couldn’t let this go. Making love was sacred (at least he was always taught that it was), and not for the eyes or ears of any third party. Although he hated having to leave Arthur hanging like this… hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset with him.

Arthur gave Alfred a small grin before he sat up on the couch. He understood where Alfred was coming from with his reason. Still it didn't mean was a little saddened when Alfred moved away. Arthur leaned against the couch and tried to think of something that would make his arousal go away. He shuttered a bit at the thought of some of them, before figuring it would go away with time. He got up from the couch, hoping to read of the awkward air was he walked closer to the American. "I understand, love," Arthur said leaning forward and giving Alfred a quick peck on the temple. "Francis is a respectful when it comes to loving someone, though." Arthur added lightly before he made his way into the kitchen to cook up some punishment.

However once Arthur was in the kitchen he didn't know what the wanted to make for shove down Francis' throat. It had been a while since he had a kitchen to cook in, and more than a few cans of whatever he could buy for a low price. He sighed, he could always make scones, he hadn't made any in a long time.

Alfred watched as Arthur walked into the kitchen, letting out a soft sigh when he finally lost sight of him. Although the older man had tried not to appear too disappointed, it was clear that he would have preferred to continue their intimacy. If only Francis hadn’t been there… if only he hadn’t walked in on them in the first place and completely shattered the mood. The American groaned and allowed himself to sink more deeply into the couch. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to be with Arthur in that way (the bulge straining against his jeans should be enough of a hint as to how much he wanted to continue), but the idea of someone else listening in and knowing exactly what the two of them were doing felt so dirty. Arthur deserved love making - not some quick, sloppy fuck. But still… he didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that Francis could be listening… (well, aside from the initial walking in part). So maybe… it was okay… as long as they continued behind closed doors, of course.

Alfred nervously stood up, once again pulling on the front of his jeans to try and relieve some of the pressure. He slowly walked into the kitchen and stepped behind Arthur, sliding his arms around his waist. In one motion, he pulled the smaller man up against him, pressing his erection lightly against the curve of his backside. “I was thinking of… heading upstairs for a bit,” He murmured lightly, placing soft butterfly kisses against the back of his neck and shoulders. With a meaningful grind to the back of his hips, Alfred pulled away slightly, keeping his hands wrapped loosely around his small form. Hopefully he hadn’t misinterpreted Arthur’s wishes and was now making a total fool of himself. “And I was wondering if you would maybe join me… If you wanted of course,” Alfred finished, slightly more panicked than before.

Arthur felt a bit rude as he tore through the kitchen looking for the ingredients he would need to make his scones that he was going to force feed Francis. He didn't mind the fact that he was tearing through Francis' kitchen, but more Matthew's. The poor twin had done nothing to cause Arthur want to tear about his kitchen, and yet the Englishman was. Of course Arthur wasn't actually tearing the kitchen apart, just looking in every cabinet and drawer for what he was going to need. He found sugar, flour and everything needed to make scones, and he was getting everything in order when arms wrapped around him and he was pressed harshly into someone. He instantly knew it was Alfred, but it still caused a gasp to gasp his lips. A blush spread on his face as the American talked, and another gasp and bright blush when he felt the other grind on him.

His body shuttered at the kisses and the feeling of an obvious arousal the was refusing to go down. Arthur had never really pictured Alfred like that, had a few dreams that had played out as such. Alfred was grinding and then he was just fucking Arthur. His voice and actions were starting to make Arthur's own arousal start to throw its ideas of going away.He felt lost when the American had moved away slightly. "Maybe I will," Arthur said turning around and danced his fingers up Alfred's neck and under his chin. "Only to see how quiet you can be." The englishman whispered as he took a step closer and pressed himself as close as he could to Alfred's body. "We sound probably get going, no?"

Alfred stepped back somewhat nervously when Arthur suddenly pressed his body close. Well, that reaction was a little unexpected. He knew that Arthur liked being intimate and all, but wow… he had no idea how much the idea appealed to him right now. It threw him off a bit, but he tried not to let his uncertainty show in his face. “I guess so…” He agreed, taking Arthur’s hand within his own, lightly pulling him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Thankfully, Francis seemed to have retreated back into his bedroom for they didn’t run into him again during their short trek to the bedroom. Even so, Alfred couldn’t allow himself to fully relax until the door was safely shut and locked behind them, keeping them from the unfortunate interruption of someone walking in. “There,” He said with a light smile, turning back to face Arthur. “Nobody should walk in this time…” With that said, he lightly pulled Arthur to the edge of the bed and sat down., pulling him into his lap. Trying not to appear overly nervous, he brought Arthur once again into a heated kiss, his tongue lightly running along the curve of his bottom lip - silently asking for permission to enter. Slowly he allowed for his shoulders to relax as he fell back into the rhythm of kissing Arthur. Once again, the world slipped away - leaving only the touch of Arthur’s smooth skin against his own. He moaned lightly and pushed Arthur down against the bed, deepening their connection easily.

Arthur grinned at Alfred's words and was more than happy to let the American guide him all the way back to their room. He attempted to suppress a chuckle that came from the excitement of hurrying around the house in hopes no one will spot them and clearly know what they were about to be up too. He was tense for the few seconds it took Alfred to close and lock the door before he followed Alfred onto the bed. He saddled the American and returned the heated kiss. Again he opened his mouth to allow the American assess but guarded his mouth with his tongue. He was going to continue the challenge from earlier like nothing had happen to stop it.

The Englishman moved at the feeling of Alfred's hands on his body. He gasped as he was suddenly pushed against at bed, his hands flying up to Alfred's chest to undo his shirt, only to happily find there was no shirt that needed undoing. His hands worked downwards to the sheriff's jeans , fiddling with them to get them off and Alfred's length free. Arthur can only think about how few criminals could cause such a physical want to a sheriff, then be more than happy to find themselves pushed down and loved by the same sheriff. A moan escaped at the thought, as he found himself losing the battle of the kiss. He didn't find himself caring at all.

Alfred groaned against Arthur’s lips when he felt a hand travel down his body to undo his jeans. This was really happening again. That evening in the desert seemed like a fantasy it felt so long ago, but now they were actually going to do it again. A sudden fear that this time Arthur would realize he was inadequate washed over him, momentarily distracting him. He still didn’t know much about love-making in general, what if he was completely terrible at it and Arthur decided he was no longer worth the trouble? Alfred pulled away from the Englishman’s lips, still hovering over him with a slightly panicked expression. Just as he was about to voice his fears, he caught sight of Arthur’s face.

His lips were parted and swollen, and his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. Somehow in the midst of their heated kissing, his blond hair had become mussed while his legs lay open on the bed. Alfred’s voice died in his throat as he stared. Suddenly, his fears no longer seemed important. All he wanted was to make Arthur feel as good as possible, and he knew exactly how to start.

Alfred leaned over the small man and began carefully unbuttoning his shirt. With each new inch of exposed skin, he would press a light kiss against the velvety surface until the shirt was completely unbuttoned. He half lifted the other up into his arms so he could remove the article of clothing before focusing in on removing his jeans. Alfred slid down to where his legs still lay parted, flashing the former criminal a smile. “You look so beautiful like this,” He said honestly, running his fingertips along the side of Arthur’s torso. Than, without warning, he leaned down and began to lightly nip at the skin just above the top of his jeans as his fingers expertly worked open the button. Once it was free, he slid down the material just enough so the base of Arthur’s straining erection was free, although he did not move his lips. Instead he continued to tease the sensitive skin just below his stomach, fingertips dancing along the still clothed plains of Arthur’s thighs.

In most of his life Arthur had never really been teased so much, he was denied a lot, but never teased and it almost felt worse than being denied. Maybe it was only because he eventually know he was going to get some, and he was just forced to wait and wonder when. The Englishman blushed more at the complement the American gave him, he was not use to hearing such things. He could deal with the peppered kiss that came from his shirt being unbuttoned and discarded, but the moment Alfred teased his lower area, Arthur couldn't stop the whine that escaped his lips. It wasn't like Alfred wasn't completely not giving him pleasure. His fingers caused Arthur to shiver, it was just the annoying kisses that did nothing to satisfy him that made him shift about.

Arthur wasn't going to beg so easily, but as time seemed to continue on its slow path, he was debating between caving or flipping them over and ravishing the sheriff more. "Alfred..." he whined suddenly, and cursed in his head, it seemed he choose to beg with out thinking. "Stop being a bloody tease." He groaned, shifting and shivering, all at the American's will.

Alfred groaned at the sound of Arthur’s breathless whines for satisfaction. It was more arousing than he could have possibly imagined to hear the former criminal begging to be touched by him. His already swollen erection became even more so at the realization. “S-sorry…” He managed to say, pulling back just enough to free Arthur’s hips completely from his jeans. When that was out of the way, he slid up to once again pull Arthur into a heated kiss as his hand lightly palmed his erection. As much as he wanted to tease the Brit (lord if it evoked that kind of reaction, how could he not want to continue), he figured that it would better for both of them if stayed focused. After all, he really didn’t want Mattie coming home and listening to them too.

As they kissed, Alfred allowed his free hand to down to the side of Arthur’s hipbone. He understood the specifics about male lovemaking after their last encounter together, but the part that worried him the most was the preparation. Arthur had done it last time (no doubt to keep him from freaking out and forcing them to stop), but he really wanted to be the one to do it now. The only problem was how to begin. He didn’t want to hurt his lover, but asking was just embarrassing. In the end, his desire to keep from hurting Arthur won out over his embarrassment, and he pulled away quickly. “I want to be the one to prepare you,” He managed to say without losing his nerve, although the light pink that colored his cheeks told the truth about his nervousness. “How do I do it properly so… so I don’t hurt you?”

Arthur found quickly found himself in a heated kiss that he let Alfred have complete will over and his hips were grinding against the American's hand softly. He moaned at the waves of pleasure that raced through his body, running a hand through Alfred's soft hair while his other hand gripped the sheets of the bed they were on. His body tingled as Alfred's hand ran down his body. Arthur groaned slightly as Alfred pulled away with a blush coloring his cheeks. Yet Arthur wished to be as close to the American as he possible could, and attacked his neck with light kisses and bites However he didn't ignore what the American was asking, in fact he grinned against the American's neck. He took in a deep breath of Alfred's sent before talking.

"Hm...I doubt Matthew would keep lotions or oils in the guest room,, that's what you're going to need first." Arthur said mindlessly as he pulled away from Alfred's neck. "However it doesn't hurt to check," Arthur said gesturing to the small tables with drawers on each side of the bed. Arthur was rather sure they weren't going to find them and he was going to have to coat Alfred's fingers with his saliva, but the very thought made him giddy to do it. "However, don't worry, if there isn't any, you'll just have to do it like I did in the dessert." Arthur gave Alfred a grin, he was going to teach Alfred as best he could.

Alfred moaned softly and tilted his head to the side, granting the Englishman more access to his neck if he wished. As nervous as he was, Arthur always seemed to know how to effectively distract him. At his suggestion of looking for oils, Alfred nodded, putting that tidbit away for future reference, even if they couldn’t find any to use for this time. Still, when the other pulled away, he nodded and glanced towards the table beside the bed, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll look and see if I can find anything,” He said as he slid out of the bed (pausing to groan when his jeans rode up against his straining erection) and crouched down to open up the drawers.

After examining the contents of the first two drawers, he was just about to abandon the possibility that there was anything useful when he pulled open the last one. Sitting innocently in the center of the wooden drawer was a small bottle with a note tied loosely over the top of it. Curious, Alfred flipped the note open and read.

To mon cher Arthur,
Here is a gift from me to you. Enjoy your American lover!

To monsieur Jones,
Be gentle. I do not wish to hear mon cher Arthur whining about a sore behind you naughty boy!

Alfred stared at the note, not sure whether or not to be pleased that Francis had thoughtful enough to place a bottle out for them, or creeped out. Either way, they had oil and that should help with the pain. “Francis left us some,” He said, holding up the bottle as he moved back to the bed. Carefully he opened up the bottle, but did not pour any of the oil onto his fingertips yet. Instead he looked to Arthur for answers. “What do I do next?” It might have been a bit of a mood killer to be asking all these questions, but up until very recently, he had been a virgin and he needed to know these things! He didn’t want to hurt Arthur by doing something wrong or being too overexcited.

Arthur turned to watch the American as he got off the bed and went to look for anything to make the action smoother than the first time. Green eyes watched the American as he filed through the first few drawers only to pause slightly on the last one. It caused the Englishman's interest to peek a bit. he wasn't expecting anything at all to be in the drawers, or at least anything he felt like they could use. Yet the house wasn't his, and there for he didn't know what could possibly be in any of the drawers. However eventually Alfred revealed a bottle that caused Arthur to grin softly.

He frowned a bit though when he registered the fact that Francis had put there sometime before they came, or while they were there. Still the idea that Francis was kind enough to at least supply them with something that would allow them to have their fun without too much pain was rather touching, in a creep sort of way. Arthur could only smile at Alfred at his worry and concern for not hurting him.

"Pour some on your fingers," Arthur said gently sitting up, "and warm it up a bit. Then enter one finger at time and stretch as best you can." Arthur said, he wasn't expecting Alfred to be amazing at the preparation part, but it still wasn't going to stop the experience from being endearing.