England and America washing America's car (the one Germany and Italy gave him). It could go with something like America called England over to wash his car together since he didn't want to do it alone. How it ends is up to the anon.
Bonus: America splashed water at England, resulting in a clothes change.
So I forgot about the Germany and Italy giving the car part. Hope that's okay. Unless you can pretend that G&I would deign to give America a Ford, lol.
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 1
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:40:40 UTC
Alfred isn’t doing much that day. Well, aside from the fact that he is digging around the mountains of dirty clothes searching for clean underwear. He has the habit of neglecting his laundry in the heat of the summer, especially when he isn’t staying in New York or Washington D.C., and instead spending his days in the rural back roads of the United States. He likes the cities for their own eccentricities, but he enjoys the rural homes because that way when he has a flat he can just pick up his car one-handed and drag it home if he absolutely must, and no one will bat an eyelash because no one will see him-his home is the only one for a few miles, and whenever neighbors come to visit, he can see their car coming up the dusty road as far as half a mile away
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 2
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:41:19 UTC
There’s a rush of wind as the door behind him opens and it feels as if there is a vacuum for one moment and Alfred forgets to breathe, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily as he turns to face Arthur, who is once again adjusting his tie, as if torn between loosening or tightening it. Alfred’s eyes are on the way he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in that delightful way it always does when he’s about to say something in that slightly husky voice of his
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 3
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:42:07 UTC
Alfred is wearing the last remaining morsels of clean clothing he has at his disposal. The majority of his decent clothing are back in his apartment in D.C., and the clothing left at his ranch in the first place is the stuff he doesn’t mind slouching around in-but what he’s wearing now is really and truly the bottom of the barrel. His jeans are from the 1970s, and quite possibly haven’t seen the light of day since about two decades ago-though the holes and tears would suggest otherwise. The pants are practically in tatters, with holes in the knees, along his thighs, his belt loops worn thin from use and the hems frayed at the bottom. Never mind they had a ridiculous flare to them that would have fit right in during Alfred’s unfortunate disco phase. Most of the holes were haphazardly sewn together, while others had been liberally ripped (during Alfred’s Nirvana phase, not as unfortunate as the disco phase). There were a few patches he’d sewn on during the 1990s, and portrayed numerous amounts of his bands, and a few smiling
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 4
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:42:36 UTC
Predictably, Arthur flares up like an insulted bird and god, Alfred should not love it when he does that as much as he does.He’s scowling in that way that Alfred loves, even if it means Arthur’s angry with him, or at least annoyed. “First of all, that is irrelevant. Secondly, a cravat is a perfectly acceptable piece of clothing-and, thirdly, I merely work hard to secure my scarf lest it fly away in the wind
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[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 7
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:44:19 UTC
“This is ridiculous. Come now,” Arthur says and Alfred bites back the I can’t right this second, but soon, “We’ll do the laundry. I refuse to do work with you in such a messy environment.”
“What are you, my maid?” Alfred asks and grunts when Arthur shoves the clothing into his arms with more force than necessary. He stumbles back a step and blinks owlishly at Arthur, who sniffs disdainfully, bending over to collect more of his clothes. “Besides,” Alfred says, carefully, “My dryer is broken.”
“Is everything in this house broken?” Arthur barked
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 8
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:44:56 UTC
Arthur, for once, is patient and just bends over to pick up more clothes, and he can see the sweat beginning to bead at his forehead. Alfred wants to kiss him-hasn’t kissed him in weeks, and here he was, standing right there and yet it was as if they were strangers, or Arthur was simply his nanny.
“I need to wash my car, I guess,” Alfred decides at last, because he’s looking away-looking at anything that isn’t (beautiful) Arthur, and settling on his car, parked beside Arthur’s. They’re both dusty, but Alfred’s looks worse for wear. “It’s dirty.”
“Everything here is dirty,” Arthur says conversationally and Alfred almost has the balls to suggest that they do something really, really dirty. He already knows what Arthur would say (“We’ve already stripped all the sheets in the house, you ninny.”) and is already thinking up creative places they could have sex that wouldn’t dirty the sheets or shatter Arthur’s ill-conceived notions of propriety
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 9
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:45:32 UTC
And in the mirror Alfred can see Arthur straightening, tugging at the collar of his undershirt, pulling it and pushing it over his chest, causing the fabric to billow in his efforts to fan himself. Just when he thought his mouth couldn’t get dryer
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 10
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:46:12 UTC
“Dance for me, pretty boy,” Arthur says with a smirk as he sprays at Alfred and Alfred continues to dodge and roll and do his best to avoid him. But he’s laughing, and his glasses have water-spots and he doesn’t care because Arthur is chuckling, just slightly, and it’s like music to him
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 11
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:46:41 UTC
They finish Alfred’s truck well enough, without any further interruption. Arthur wipes it down with the sponge and Alfred follows him with the hose, spraying it clean. Together, they fetch some towels to wipe it dry and at the end, Alfred, with his hands on his hips and looking quite pleased, announces it looks perfect
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 12
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:47:08 UTC
The look of understanding dawns on Arthur’s face and Arthur gasps. Then his eyes narrow, not in anger, but rather in an economic mindset. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, get them off.”
So he had wanted him. The issue of pride aside, Alfred perks up. Arthur’s voice is tight with need, but he is not begging. Arthur never begs. It isn’t quite an order, either, though-almost a command. It’s enough to make Alfred shiver and close his eyes.
Alfred is never one for grace, and all semblance of grace is gone as he fumbles, his movements jerky and needy and wanting-Arthur, Arthur, Arthur“You are a horrible boyfriend,” Alfred decides. He’s still fumbling, and Arthur looks as if he is on the verge to rip them off himself
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 13
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:47:37 UTC
And it’s been so long but the kiss feels like it did weeks ago, years ago, what he’d imagined it would feel like before it was even a possibility. It’s different every time but yet exactly the same each time, but changed so little that it feels like such a long time they’ve been kissing and Alfred groans because damn he misses kissing Arthur. He groans into Arthur’s mouth, can feel the curvature of Arthur’s smile, tastes like dust, as Alfred parts his mouth and Arthur’s tongue slides into his mouth, scraping across his teeth. It’s as if he’s been starving for him, and perhaps he had been-Alfred had been starving for him. He wouldn’t quit-he won’t quit. He wraps his arms around Arthur, a hearty feat since Arthur is sprawled across the floor of the car with gentle certainty.
Alfred thinks I’m an idiot because the other shoe hasn’t fallen, won’t fall. Arthur wants him, always wants him. He kisses him. He lets Arthur kiss him. Alfred laughs against his mouth, giddy, so giddy. He presses his chest against Arthur’s,
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 14
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:48:17 UTC
Alfred is painfully hard in his wet jeans and damn does he hate free-balling like anything else on earth, but at that moment he’s thankful for how easy it is to pull down the zipper and pull himself out, stroking in time to the sucks he gives Arthur, passing his tongue along the underside, swirling around Arthur’s head with gentle precision. His hand is less gentle, pounding up and down along his cock.
“God,” Arthur gasps. Alfred watches him through his eyelashes, sucks harder on the cock, trying to send the older man into incoherency. Arthur’s moans are filthy and though it’s not in the house, Alfred knows he’s getting his wish to make things even dirtier than the laundry and the cars.
He sucks Arthur in harder, deeper, focusing on his tongue and only then remembering to keep his teeth in check, only just managing to keep them out of the way but Arthur either doesn’t notice or likes it, because his head is thrashing from side to side and he’s moaning for Alfred, only Alfred, bucking up despite the hold on his hips keeping
( ... )
[Part 11] USUK - Dusty Road Curvature - Part 15 (end)
anonymous
July 9 2010, 07:49:00 UTC
“Jesus,” Arthur curses, then rolls them so it’s Alfred on the floor of the car and Arthur pressing over him, kissing at his chin and his jaw and his nose. Alfred tries to push his head up, brushes his nose against Arthur’s and Arthur chuckles. “Alright, alright,” he whispers, and presses closer, resting his forehead against Alfred’s. “Alright, my lovely
( ... )
England and America washing America's car (the one Germany and Italy gave him). It could go with something like America called England over to wash his car together since he didn't want to do it alone. How it ends is up to the anon.
Bonus: America splashed water at England, resulting in a clothes change.
So I forgot about the Germany and Italy giving the car part. Hope that's okay. Unless you can pretend that G&I would deign to give America a Ford, lol.
I fear I might be totally obvious here... derp.
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“What are you, my maid?” Alfred asks and grunts when Arthur shoves the clothing into his arms with more force than necessary. He stumbles back a step and blinks owlishly at Arthur, who sniffs disdainfully, bending over to collect more of his clothes. “Besides,” Alfred says, carefully, “My dryer is broken.”
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“I need to wash my car, I guess,” Alfred decides at last, because he’s looking away-looking at anything that isn’t (beautiful) Arthur, and settling on his car, parked beside Arthur’s. They’re both dusty, but Alfred’s looks worse for wear. “It’s dirty.”
“Everything here is dirty,” Arthur says conversationally and Alfred almost has the balls to suggest that they do something really, really dirty. He already knows what Arthur would say (“We’ve already stripped all the sheets in the house, you ninny.”) and is already thinking up creative places they could have sex that wouldn’t dirty the sheets or shatter Arthur’s ill-conceived notions of propriety ( ... )
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So he had wanted him. The issue of pride aside, Alfred perks up. Arthur’s voice is tight with need, but he is not begging. Arthur never begs. It isn’t quite an order, either, though-almost a command. It’s enough to make Alfred shiver and close his eyes.
Alfred is never one for grace, and all semblance of grace is gone as he fumbles, his movements jerky and needy and wanting-Arthur, Arthur, Arthur“You are a horrible boyfriend,” Alfred decides. He’s still fumbling, and Arthur looks as if he is on the verge to rip them off himself ( ... )
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Alfred thinks I’m an idiot because the other shoe hasn’t fallen, won’t fall. Arthur wants him, always wants him. He kisses him. He lets Arthur kiss him. Alfred laughs against his mouth, giddy, so giddy. He presses his chest against Arthur’s, ( ... )
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“God,” Arthur gasps. Alfred watches him through his eyelashes, sucks harder on the cock, trying to send the older man into incoherency. Arthur’s moans are filthy and though it’s not in the house, Alfred knows he’s getting his wish to make things even dirtier than the laundry and the cars.
He sucks Arthur in harder, deeper, focusing on his tongue and only then remembering to keep his teeth in check, only just managing to keep them out of the way but Arthur either doesn’t notice or likes it, because his head is thrashing from side to side and he’s moaning for Alfred, only Alfred, bucking up despite the hold on his hips keeping ( ... )
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