As You Are 1/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:08:00 UTC
From below, the afternoon bell chimes the end of the day, sweet freedom for the teenagers trapped inside, and Arthur thinks finally as he pulls out his carton of cigarettes and pulls another stick out with his teeth. He’d skipped class again, because what’s the point? There’s only one reason to show up at that school and that reason wasn’t even up there on the roof with him yet.
Arthur looks through the fencing down at the herds of cattle in their crisp uniforms shuffling out the doors and squawking like crows as they discuss whatever pointless things are going on in their lives. Arthur tsks and lights up the cigarette, scanning the crowd until…there. That ratty antique bomber jacket is like a beacon that his eyes are invariably drawn to. Alfred F. Jones. Straight-A student. Football (American, that is) quarterback. Friend to everyone (and joke behind their backs). Current fuck buddy of one Arthur Kirkland. Namely me, Arthur thinks and watches the boy down below
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As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:09:12 UTC
Alfred’s breath hitches and his arm goes around Arthur, pulling him closer, and he leans his head back so Arthur has better access. With the unspoken consent, Arthur starts pressing open mouthed kisses to the exposed flesh, sucking and nipping just enough to leave marks. Marks that will no doubt draw attention from Alfred’s friends, who will wonder which girl Alfred’s been sneaking off with. Arthur smirks at the thought, knowing that Alfred was too good, too vanilla to do anything beyond hold hands and exchange chaste, boring kisses before this started
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Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:41:20 UTC
Oh wow, I love your characterization here! ♥ Arthur has just the right of nihilism to him, and I love the interplay of his desire to just dirty the golden boy here with the inconquerability of Alfred's ... Alfred-ness. XD
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 22:07:34 UTC
OH, I just adore dysfunctional relationships with a hopeful note. If you ever decide to continue this story, I'll follow it like WOAH because it's just THAT GOOD!! <3
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 2 2010, 02:50:44 UTC
Aww I got really weepy what with Arthur's refusal to accept Alfred cares about him.
Arthur clamps his mouth on Alfred’s and swallows the words before the boy can say them, because he doesn’t want to hear them, because it’s not really a relationship and he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He keeps telling himself he doesn’t.
Oh man, that line broke my heart it was so sad.
But damn was it ever steamy too!! You just gave me my new favorite kink. Good-Boy-Bad-Boy...*purr
Re: As You Are 2/2
anonymous
March 3 2010, 07:04:30 UTC
Wow! That was amazing. Your descriptions and style made me absolutely love these two in these roles! Especially Alfred, who seemed like sunshine personified.
Just in case anybody has a nifty idea that doesn't really fit anyplace else right during any of the Request Freezes/Filling Frenzies or something.
Crossovers and Fusions are OK, too.
I like well written/drawn, etc, fills of all and any kind, by the way.
So I'm going with a delinquent!Arthur and a good kid!Alfred in something that's sort of like a relationship, but isn't.
It's probably pretty obvious who I am, but this was an itch that needed scratching and wouldn't leave me alone. So. There you go.
reCAPTCHA: might surface. Foreshadowing, captcha?
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Arthur looks through the fencing down at the herds of cattle in their crisp uniforms shuffling out the doors and squawking like crows as they discuss whatever pointless things are going on in their lives. Arthur tsks and lights up the cigarette, scanning the crowd until…there. That ratty antique bomber jacket is like a beacon that his eyes are invariably drawn to. Alfred F. Jones. Straight-A student. Football (American, that is) quarterback. Friend to everyone (and joke behind their backs). Current fuck buddy of one Arthur Kirkland. Namely me, Arthur thinks and watches the boy down below ( ... )
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Arthur clamps his mouth on Alfred’s and swallows the words before the boy can say them, because he doesn’t want to hear them, because it’s not really a relationship and he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He keeps telling himself he doesn’t.
Oh man, that line broke my heart it was so sad.
But damn was it ever steamy too!! You just gave me my new favorite kink. Good-Boy-Bad-Boy...*purr
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ffffffff *huggles*
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