Re: Same Job, Different Time and Place [R-18]

by **Assistant Jones** Thu Feb 02, 2012 12:48 pm

Alfred really, really wished that they had lube or at least something there. He didn't even care about the condoms at the moment, he just wanted the lube considering that despite his drunken haze, he still didn't want to hurt Arthur. Alfred couldn't help but grin at the veyr thought of fucking Arthur in the stall (no matter how dirty it was) and he just wanted every part of him. So Alfred savoured the taste of their tongues as he sucked it and nipped at his lips and everything he could do, he did.

In response to the other's desperation, he was more than happy to pull his leg away so he could grind their hips together. He began to fumble with his own trousers, trying to pull it down enough so he could expose himself and he pressed bare erection against Arthur, just teasing him with the possibilities. Fuck...he wanted him so badly.

"How hard do you want me to fuck you?" He asked huskily, a teasing smirk on his lips as he slipped his hand beneath the other's trousers and began to grope his clothed erection, rubbing him with hand and loving every moment of it.

by Mr. Kirkland Thu Feb 02, 2012 12:58 pm

Arthur tried to help Alfred shed his clothes but only got in the way. Instead, he just watched with a lust-filled gaze. He sighed a little at the sight of Alfred’s erection. The boy was always so eager and raring to go. It was absolutely delicious, for lack of a better word. He reached down, fingertips brushing over his erection as Alfred reached into his trousers. He slowly began to rock his hips against him.

“Very,” he purred in response, using the door to push his hips that little bit more forward and closer to Alfred. Arthur had somewhat of a ferocious smile on his face. He looked predatory.

He wasn’t as bothered about lube as his sober self would have been. Sober Arthur would never consider doing something as stupid as to have unlubricated anal sex, whereas drunk Arthur was willing to do anything for the sake of carnal pleasure.

“Just make it quick, lovely. We don’t have the time,” he leaned forward, licking at the corner of Alfred’s lips.

What they hadn’t noticed was the fact that someone else had now come into the toilets.

by **Assistant Jones** Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:27 pm

Alfred let out a ragged breath as Arthur reached down and his fingertips brushed over his erection. Fuck...that felt nice. That felt very nice in fact. He brought his hips up, a small whine escaping his lips as he desired more touch from the other. Oh God how much he wanted to feel Arthur all around him.

Despite the fact that he seemed to be the more 'dominant' one in this situation, he couldn't help but still feel like prey despite all of this. He felt as if Arthur was going to eat him up if he wasn't careful enough and with the way things were going at the moment, he really wouldn't mind that. He smirked a bit as Arthur licked his lips, chuckling softly. "Gladly."

He didn't hear the person come into the toilets and he really didn't even care. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he tried to best coat them as possible before reaching around, slipping his hand underneath the trousers again as he pressed his two fingers inside. It really wasn't good lubrication but it was the best that they had.

"Fuck...you're so tight." He teased with a soft whisper, grinning. "It's been so long, huh. Been so long since I fucked your tight, hot body."

by Mr. Kirkland Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:40 pm

There was no point in pretending it didn’t hurt, it really did. Saliva was really not a good lubricant. Arthur seethed at first, spreading his legs as much as he could as he buried his face into Alfred’s shoulder to hide his face. He didn’t want him to stop and he knew that even if for a second he looked in pain, Alfred would pull away completely. In a way, it was quite reassuring to have a partner who was careful with him. It took him a few minutes to recover; the friction had been unbearable at first.

He fisted Alfred’s cock with one hand and his own in the other, trying to revive his erection completely.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Too long.” Green, hazy eyes met blue.

Gilbert, who was currently relieving himself, had started to notice the noises coming from one of the stalls. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to disturb them at first; curiosity even made him want to listen in. It was only when he heard Arthur’s distinctly English voice that he realised he should probably do something.

He zipped up his trousers and tip-toed towards the stall, listening carefully. What if the idiot had gotten himself into a tight spot and needed some help? He’d have to find Al to beat who ever it was up.

by **Assistant Jones** Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:00 pm

Alfred really, really didn't want to hurt Arthur and if he did see even a glimpse of the other actually being really hurt, he would immediately pull out of the other. He was just scared that if fingers were too much, then his own cock will be even worst and he would really hurt the other. He tried to give a reassuring smile as he slipped in another finger, stretching him out as far as possible. "Fuck...sorry...I hope I'm not hurting you." He whispered, voice still slurred.

Still he didn't notice Gilbert who was still in the toilets. Alfred soon pulled his fingers away, still panting as he spat in the palm of his hands and tried to slick himself up. Fuck, this was barely going to work but he was certain that they were both really, really too horny to actually care. Also they were rather drunk and there was a lingering hope that the alcohol would dull down the pain.

"Are you ready?" He asked, panting heavily and kissing the other almost to the point where he was certain that his lips were going to begin to bruise. He quickly pulled down Arthur's trousers, smirking at the sight of Arthur's erection as he reached forward to stroke him as well.

by Mr. Kirkland Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:21 pm

“Shut up,” Arthur scorned, eager to just get on with it. He would care about it later. Right at that moment, he just wanted Alfred to get it over with already. He shifted his hips, moving back against Alfred’s hand a few times and despite the pain that he felt, he was able to keep a relatively neutral expression. He relaxed more as Alfred began to strong him. With a small smile, he nodded. “Yes.”

Gilbert’s eyes widened. Were they…?

Arthur turned, although he was reluctant to remove himself from Alfred’s grasp. He wiggled a little until his trousers were lower and leaned forward clumsily until his arms and head were resting against the door. He looked back over his shoulder at him expectantly.

That was when Gilbert pounded on the door.

“Arthur, what are you doing in there?!”

“Piss off!” Arthur had gone pale and stayed deadly still.

“I can’t let you just mess about with a stranger. You’re British, you’ve got morals!”

“What is he…?” Arthur muttered to himself and sighed, arching his rear further into the air, preparing himself for Alfred whilst ignoring Gilbert. He would have continued to do so, as well, had Gilbert not started to knock more frequently on the door.

“You’ll get aids!” Gilbert protested and Arthur turned red with rage. He was going to hit him. He had to hit him for that. How dare he suggest that Alfred of all people would carry that?!

“Fuck you, Gilbert!”

“Please don’t. Look, just come out and we’ll find Al.” Arthur looked up at Alfred, a little confused. Clearly, Gilbert hadn’t recognised the American’s voice.

His arse felt sore, he noted bitterly as he pulled up his trousers and underwear.

by **Assistant Jones** Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:58 pm

Alfred couldn't help but smile slightly at that, leaning forward to nip at Arthur's ear teasingly before he began to position himself. Soon he was was beginning to press in but he didn't even get the head of his cock in before he heard a pounding at the door. Sex in toilet stalls were completely normal! Why was someone interrupting them? Alfred was more than ready to push more of himself in but soon he heard Gilbert's voice and he froze up as well, breath caught in his throat.

He really felt like he couldn't move at that moment and he was scared that Gilbert knew who exactly he was. He was about to yell at Gilbert until the other claimed that Arthur would get AIDs from him! He wasn't a holder! He even had himself checked! Fuck him! Alfred was more than ready to step out and strangle the man before he finally heard his name.

Wait...he...didn't know it was him?

Fuck...how were they going to get out of this situation? Arthur was incredibly pissy now and Alfred couldn't help but bite his lips as he glanced back down at his boyfriend. He wanted to yell at Gilbert saying that he wasn't a stranger and just keep on going with the sex but he knew that despite how drunk he was, that would still be an incredible risk.

Alfred was disappointed to see the trousers and underwear go up and soon he pulled up his own, quiet and horribly frustrated.

by Mr. Kirkland Sat Feb 04, 2012 1:29 am

Arthur looked back at Alfred and mouthed ‘stay here’ quite firmly. He zipped up his trousers and fumbled with the belt. He stumbled but managed to open the door. He slipped out and pulled it shut behind him.

Gilbert looked somewhat relieved as the Brit emerged from the cubicle.

“Good. Now we’ll find Al and some more drinking, ja?” he ignored the glare from Arthur. Until Arthur decided that he would step forwards with a swing of his fist. He punched Gil in the chest, sending the German backwards a few steps. He gawked at him. “Mein Gott! What the hell was that for, Eyebrows?” he frowned, rubbing at where he’d been hit.

“You and your fucking bullshit,” Arthur hissed in response.

“Whatever. In future, I’ll remember to leave you with strangers to catch all the diseases you want.”

“What are you insinuating, you buffoon?! That all gay men carry disease?”

“Uh…”

Arthur growled at him and stormed out of the room, back to the bar where he paid his tab started to gather his belongings. Gilbert, in the meantime just approached the stall and spoke at the door:

“I don’t know what you are or who your name is but you shouldn’t be doin’ that sort of thing in a place like this.”

by **Assistant Jones** Sat Feb 04, 2012 1:43 am

Alfred tried to stay as quiet as possible and he really, really was tempted to glance out of the stall and see what was going on. Did Arthur really take a hit at Gilbert? Well he really didn't blame him. After all, he pretty much just interrupted their sex. Just all based on a misconception. He really, really wanted to take a hit at Gilbert though he knew that deep inside, the German man just cared.

No matter how much his caring was frustrating them.

He couldn't help but frown though at the mention of possibly having diseases. Yet rather than talk, he just bit back his reply, letting out a soft whine of complaint. He didn't have diseases thank you very much! If anything, he was probably one of the most clean men out there!

Alfred froze up when he heard Gilbert talk to him and he just tried to keep his breath calm, not really answering. He just hoped that the other wouldn't glance in or insist that he talked. ...That would really be frightening.

by Mr. Kirkland Sat Feb 04, 2012 1:54 am

Gilbert waited for a response of some sort but he wasn’t patient enough to hang around. He kicked the cubicle door and turned to leave. “Drecksau!” he cursed as he left, searching for Arthur who already had dressed himself in his coat, his briefcase in hand.

“Eyebrows, where are you going?”

“Somewhere far away from you.”

“I’m just trying to help you,” Gilbert frowned. Arthur grabbed him aggressively by the shoulder.

“Fuck you. I haven’t had sex in a month. You just royally fucked that up for me. Go back to your tramp and leave me alone,” Arthur tore away from him.

“What do I tell Al?”

“That you’re a moron and I need some time alone!” Arthur scowled and stormed out of the establishment.

Gilbert sighed heavily and hung around by the bar. He’d lost the girl after a few dances. He would just have to wait for Alfred to re-emerge.

by **Assistant Jones** Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:00 am

When he heard Gilbert finally leave the toilets, Alfred finally stepped out and glanced around to make sure it was safe. Fuck...he really wanted to get off but he would just have to deal with that later. Though admittedly the whole situation was an extreme turnoff for him. Who would actually really want to be caught having sex? Not him, especially when it had been a month since Arthur and himself last had sex.

Finally stepping out of the toilets, he noticed Gilbert hanging around the bar and he gave a slight smile. "Hey, what's going on?" He asked, soon looking around for Arthur. "Where did Arthur go?" He questioned. He thought that Arthur would at least have lingered around long enough for him to take him home. Though with a glance around, that didn't really seem like that would be the case.

He tried to act cheerful though he was a bit frustrated himself.

by Mr. Kirkland Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:13 am

“I found him in the toilets with some random guy. He got angry and he’s gone. Said that he needed time alone although I suppose that probably means that he’s gone home.” Gilbert shrugged. Unfortunately, that wasn’t true, but the German was none-the-wiser. “He’s such an idiot.”

He frowned at the wood of the bar before he tried to brighten up, looking up at Alfred.

“Where have you been anyway? You disappeared and missed all of my awesome dancing.” He looked up at him curiously. “Calling your girlfriend or something?”

by **Assistant Jones** Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:17 am

Alfred gave a hesitant smile and he knew that the moment that he saw Arthur again, he would probably still be in a horrible mood. Hopefully he wouldn't take it out on him. That was all Gilbert's fault this time. He let out a small, nervous laugh and he nodded. "Yeah...though I should be heading home soon." He said with an apologetic smile. He really didn't want to leave Gilbert alone like this but he had to make sure that Arthur did anything stupid while he was drunk.

"Will you be alright? You did the right thing with Arthur. You were just looking out for him." He smiled a bit. He couldn't help but wonder about Gilbert's standpoint with gay men. He really didn't know what to think, especially since he knew now that Gilbert knew that Arthur could swing towards men.

With a look around, he couldn't help but notice that the girl was gone already. Ah, so he missed.

by Mr. Kirkland Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:32 am

“Ja, I’ll be fine. I’ll call some of my other friends,” or he’d just intrude on Ludwig and Feliciano’s alone time. One of those. “Danke, Al,” he said, smile a little softer. “You can get back to your girlfriend. You should bring her out with us all sometime – I’m sure that she’s hot,” Gil laughed a bit.

Gilbert wasn’t homophobic, not at all. His brother was… after all. It was just rather complicated for him to understand it entirely, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t accept people for who they were. He had fallen for a girl that wanted to be a boy, so he couldn’t exactly complain. He’d known Arthur was gay pretty much as soon as he started to reject being his wingman. He didn’t care, though. Arthur was just another guy in the office, gay or not.

“Gute Nacht.”

by **Assistant Jones** Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:37 am

Alfred just smiled a bit back in reply and he patted Gilbert on the shoulder. "Yeah, I think I might sooner or later." Which probably meant never. After all, Arthur was always going out with them anyways and so it was difficult to really...pretend that he was a woman. He grinned more. "Well I think so. Though maybe with a small temper." He joked before finally standing up.

He really didn't know Gilbert's view point but it really didn't seem like he was saying anything bad about Arthur being gay. In fact, he made it seem like it was actually rather normal.

"Night." He said before waving the German off and going outside the bar. Looking around, he couldn't help but frown slightly. "Arthur? Are you around here?" He asked. He couldn't have gone that far without him. Especially when he was drunk. Unless he could.

by Mr. Kirkland Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:54 am

Gil waved Alfred off before returning to drinking away his sorrows.

Arthur had been pretty determined to get away from both Gilbert and Alfred. He had gone directly to another bar a few blocks away and settled in, drinking pretty heavily. He was enjoying himself too much to even think about his boyfriend or anyone else. He was in the corner of the bar, on his own but drinking was helping him clear his head (or so he thought). He should start looking for his own place to live. It was only a matter of time until Alfred had, had enough of him and he’d need somewhere to live. He would have to start looking in the morning. And he also knew that he wanted sex, pretty badly. Not enough to do something stupid with anyone other than Alfred of course but he was starting to feel a little more sexually driven. A part of him wanted to, when he got back to the apartment, push Alfred up against a wall and snog him until he was whining to be fucked. But another part (a larger part) of him was angry that Alfred had taken advantage of the situation in the toilets and had been more than willing to penetrate Arthur with no lubrication when he knew that it would hurt.

Arthur had been happy to kiss Alfred and give him a blowjob or something but no. Instead, Alfred had pulled down his trousers and stuck two fingers inside of him. Arthur admittedly hadn’t said no, but he hadn’t said yes, either. His backside was still throbbing a little.

By the time Arthur got back, it was around four o’clock in the morning. He didn’t have a key, still. He pressed the button for Alfred’s apartment and leaned against the wall to keep himself upright. He closed his eyes, more than ready to curl up and sleep.

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