Flicker [1/?]
anonymous
March 8 2010, 03:17:10 UTC
Here's my attempt, I hope OPnon likes it. Also, I don't think male prostitutes 'work the corners' like female prostitutes do. idk it's not like I'm privy to the way they work lol, I just imagine that they work differently...er, anyway, despite all that, Arthur's doin' it the female way. To save time. 8DAlfred raked his fingers through his hair. Another routine workday, cramped in a tiny cubicle with his supervisor constantly nagging at him and not a single drop of coffee to indulge in nearby. He wasn't surprised he hadn't committed suicide at this point, really
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Flicker [2/?]
anonymous
March 8 2010, 04:20:56 UTC
btw, I titled it 'Flicker' because ARTHUR IS A FLICKER IN THE DYING FLAME THAT IS ALFRED'S LIFE 8D
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Alfred was sweating. Good God, he was nervous. He could barely get his housekey in his door, his hands were shaking so badly. I feel like I'm going on a first date or something, he thought.
He got the door opened and, like the gentleman he was, let the prostitute in first.
Arthur removed his jacket, tossing it aside. He turned and looked over his client. "Well then. Have you decided what you would have me do, yet...?"
Alfred coughed. The awkwardness was extremely apparent. Though, he had honestly expected a prostitute to be more open. Crack some jokes or something, but damn, this guy was a stiff.
He thought of making some coffee for Arthur, but realized that's not the way it works. Prostitutes probably don't want to get too attached to their customers, so I should probably just keep the talking to a minimum... He grabbed Arthur's hand and lead him to the bedroom, leaving the lights off. Arthur seemed used to this and obediently
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Re: Flicker [3/?]
anonymous
March 8 2010, 04:22:08 UTC
Alfred said nothing and simply trailed kisses along his collarbone. His teeth scraped the nape of Arthur's neck.
"I'd feel like a git to have you pay me when you're doing all the work, you know," Arthur said. "Nnngh, especially s-since you do it so well..."
Alfred wasn't about to admit he was paying Arthur for simply keeping him company. Arthur groaned and flipped the larger man and sat up, straddling his waist.
"I insist you let me," he said, leaning down and swiveling his tongue around Alfred's nipple.
His back arched at the sensation. His hands rose up to pet Arthur's hair. Again with the affection, Arthur thought. He slid his tongue all the way down to the man's navel and kissed along the sculpted hip bones near Alfred's groin
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Flicker [4/?]
anonymous
March 9 2010, 05:41:49 UTC
I messed up on which comment to reply to, they'll all be in reply to the first part from now on.
I said I probably wouldn't be able to update till Saturday. well I'm just gonna not do homework or sleep tonight. :D
also, Alfred's job is left vague because...just because. IT DOESN'T MATTER D8. The city this takes place is left vague purposefully. just imagine a suburban city kay?
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I really shouldn't be driving right now, Alfred thought on his way to work that morning. His night with Arthur would not leave his mind. He was anxious to see him again. Because the road was where he had met the man, he could not help but glance down every alley and at every corner in search of him
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authornon says
anonymous
March 9 2010, 05:46:54 UTC
that she apologizes for the shortness and boringness of this part! but that little cliffhanger is worth it (I hope). I have what happens next planned out in mah head~ but for now I have to go to bed :3
well there's a mickey d's near his apt complex
anonymous
March 10 2010, 06:05:04 UTC
ahhhhh thank you, I'm really glad you like ittt <3
and since he's all depressed I guess he doesn't care much about fancy things, but he's still Alfred F. Jones so as long as he's making enough to buy coffee and a quarter pounder he's good? haaa
Arthur, however, is rollin' in dough, because he's just that fineee.
Arthur is a prostitute. Alfred is a businessman. Alfred meets Arthur. Stressed and depressed, Alfred pays Arthur to have sex with him.
They meet frequently wither it be bumping into each other or sex. Somewhere along the line they both fall in love with each other.
Must have a happy and fluffy ending <3
PLEASE ANONS I NEED THIS LIKE BURNINGGGGGG.
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Saving Time = Practicality = England = Arthur
It does make sense!
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I'm strangely charmed by Arthur here; even twinkling eyes aside, the blushing ... ♥
I love this bit, by the way: Alfred reddened. "Please. I'll pay you however much you want."
The man sighed and smiled. "Sure."
He ... already thinks Alfred is a bit of a dumbass, huh? XD
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Alfred was sweating. Good God, he was nervous. He could barely get his housekey in his door, his hands were shaking so badly. I feel like I'm going on a first date or something, he thought.
He got the door opened and, like the gentleman he was, let the prostitute in first.
Arthur removed his jacket, tossing it aside. He turned and looked over his client. "Well then. Have you decided what you would have me do, yet...?"
Alfred coughed. The awkwardness was extremely apparent. Though, he had honestly expected a prostitute to be more open. Crack some jokes or something, but damn, this guy was a stiff.
He thought of making some coffee for Arthur, but realized that's not the way it works. Prostitutes probably don't want to get too attached to their customers, so I should probably just keep the talking to a minimum... He grabbed Arthur's hand and lead him to the bedroom, leaving the lights off. Arthur seemed used to this and obediently ( ... )
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"I'd feel like a git to have you pay me when you're doing all the work, you know," Arthur said. "Nnngh, especially s-since you do it so well..."
Alfred wasn't about to admit he was paying Arthur for simply keeping him company. Arthur groaned and flipped the larger man and sat up, straddling his waist.
"I insist you let me," he said, leaning down and swiveling his tongue around Alfred's nipple.
His back arched at the sensation. His hands rose up to pet Arthur's hair. Again with the affection, Arthur thought. He slid his tongue all the way down to the man's navel and kissed along the sculpted hip bones near Alfred's groin ( ... )
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Wonderful job. <3
Not OP btw
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but really, REALLY awesome fill. (and the movie is awesome too. lol)
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Need more!! MORE!! PLEASE!! I'LL HIRE YOU TO WRITE MORE!! o3o
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I said I probably wouldn't be able to update till Saturday. well I'm just gonna not do homework or sleep tonight. :D
also, Alfred's job is left vague because...just because. IT DOESN'T MATTER D8. The city this takes place is left vague purposefully. just imagine a suburban city kay?
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I really shouldn't be driving right now, Alfred thought on his way to work that morning. His night with Arthur would not leave his mind. He was anxious to see him again. Because the road was where he had met the man, he could not help but glance down every alley and at every corner in search of him ( ... )
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-SCREAMING-
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This is so freaking absolutely... -dies-
Oh, question. Since Alfred's job isn't going to be described too well, I can't help but wonder, how much does he make? 8D -shot and dies again-
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and since he's all depressed I guess he doesn't care much about fancy things, but he's still Alfred F. Jones so as long as he's making enough to buy coffee and a quarter pounder he's good? haaa
Arthur, however, is rollin' in dough, because he's just that fineee.
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♥
... picturing Alfred going out drinking with Gilbert seems kinds of terrifying ...
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