US/UK – (AU) With reputations at stake they get married
anonymous
March 1 2011, 11:05:40 UTC
When plain businessman Arthur wakes up the morning after a society event, he’s in superstar Alfred bed. And he’s snapped by the paparazzi as he stumbles from his hotel room! With both their reputations at stake, Alfred’s publicist insists that they get married - in true Hollywood style!
Should've Gone to Vegas - Prologue
anonymous
March 1 2011, 15:08:49 UTC
Should've Gone to Vegas
Bothersome suits falling away to reveal skin. Sweat slicked bodies rubbing against each other. Alcohol stained breaths mingling together. A bigger heavier body falling on top of a smaller one. Sheets tangling around writhing limbs.
Loud moans and groans echoing in a large and luxurious hotel room. Long slim fingers digging into strong, broad shoulders. Long pale legs wrapping around tanned hips.
Furious and slightly clumsy thrusting and a creaking bed. Frame slamming against the wall loudly. Desperate attempts at drawing breath. Heat. Nails dinning deep. A sharp wince on a handsome face.
Blue eyes, smouldering and filled with lust. Burning. Mouth open around pleas of faster harder more more more. Tan against pale. A bruising grip on slim hips and a high whine.
They fall. Oblivion is a white light behind closed eyelids. Body going lax and unresisting, jolted but near desperate thrusts. Stillness.
They sleep.
A!A knows it's short, but she'll have more shortly. Honest
( ... )
Nice! We're definitively taking this slightily different ways, I think I can say without spoiling my own story. :D I look forward to see how yours will go.
Should've Gone to Vegas [1/?]
anonymous
March 2 2011, 05:37:26 UTC
Anon1 is completely floored by the warm reception. Thank you so much, all of you. I-I don't even know what to say. I would answer to your comments but I fear it would only be flailing and incoherence. Thank you so much. ;3;
Waking up after a night of heavy drinking was without a doubt one of Arthur's least favourite things in the world. As much as he enjoyed drinking, he had never been very fond of the consequences. To put it bluntly, he would probably have become an alcoholic ages ago if not for his hate of hangovers and embarrassing last night photos
( ... )
Should've Gone to Vegas [2a/?]
anonymous
March 2 2011, 05:39:59 UTC
He dressed in a hurry, cheeks flaming as he had to limp around the room naked as he looked for his boxers. If the other were to wake up now, Arthur may never recover from the embarrassment. Once he’d finally gotten dressed he realised that there was one thing missing, his tie. He did not have his tie.
In the end, he decided that he didn’t really care all that much about his tie. He had dried cum on his stomach from a one-night stand with a world famous actor; a missing tie was the least of his problems.
He limped out the door, the ache in his knee making it next to impossible to walk normally. Once he’d closed it he leaned back against it with a hand over his face. He sighed heavily. At least he’d gotten out of the room without Alfred F Jones waking up.
As he limped towards the elevators, Arthur swore off drinking in public.
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Alfred woke slowly as the sun shone in through the window of his hotel room. He would have loved to stay in bed and just loaf, but he had a splitting headache that refused to leave and he was also feeling
( ... )
Should've Gone to Vegas [2b/?]
anonymous
March 2 2011, 05:40:39 UTC
He had enjoyed Arthur’s voice and the way his face grew red when Alfred teased him, Alfred was fairly sure he had. Probably regarding his eyebrows.
He tried to remember more, despite the headache but it was hard, too much alcohol and laughter. Leaving with a smaller hand wrapped tightly in his own. The hotel room. Insistent kisses and… Alfred felt his face flame hotly. Oh god, he’d slept with Arthur. And now Arthur was gone without a trace.
He buried his face in a pillow and groaned. Arthur hadn’t seemed the type, as far as Alfred could remember, to flaunt having slept with a celebrity. But he also knew that Elizabeta would get her panties in a twist about it because Alfred F Jones don’t have one-night standsIt’s true though, he’s never been fond of the whole fuck and leave concept. Turned out his drunken self was a bit too horny to care much about that
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I love how this is going in a different direction~ You have my heart, a!a1
The part of Arthur leaving his tie behind made me think of a Cinderella moment lol! Elizabeta being the publicist to a gay movie star sounds very appropriate -3-
I am loving this fill, most definitely. I can’t wait to see what you do with my prompt. <3
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Bothersome suits falling away to reveal skin. Sweat slicked bodies rubbing against each other. Alcohol stained breaths mingling together. A bigger heavier body falling on top of a smaller one. Sheets tangling around writhing limbs.
Loud moans and groans echoing in a large and luxurious hotel room. Long slim fingers digging into strong, broad shoulders. Long pale legs wrapping around tanned hips.
Furious and slightly clumsy thrusting and a creaking bed. Frame slamming against the wall loudly. Desperate attempts at drawing breath. Heat. Nails dinning deep. A sharp wince on a handsome face.
Blue eyes, smouldering and filled with lust. Burning. Mouth open around pleas of faster harder more more more. Tan against pale. A bruising grip on slim hips and a high whine.
They fall. Oblivion is a white light behind closed eyelids. Body going lax and unresisting, jolted but near desperate thrusts. Stillness.
They sleep.
A!A knows it's short, but she'll have more shortly. Honest ( ... )
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-sits back and waits for updates-
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sits next to above!anon
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Waking up after a night of heavy drinking was without a doubt one of Arthur's least favourite things in the world. As much as he enjoyed drinking, he had never been very fond of the consequences. To put it bluntly, he would probably have become an alcoholic ages ago if not for his hate of hangovers and embarrassing last night photos ( ... )
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In the end, he decided that he didn’t really care all that much about his tie. He had dried cum on his stomach from a one-night stand with a world famous actor; a missing tie was the least of his problems.
He limped out the door, the ache in his knee making it next to impossible to walk normally. Once he’d closed it he leaned back against it with a hand over his face. He sighed heavily. At least he’d gotten out of the room without Alfred F Jones waking up.
As he limped towards the elevators, Arthur swore off drinking in public.
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Alfred woke slowly as the sun shone in through the window of his hotel room. He would have loved to stay in bed and just loaf, but he had a splitting headache that refused to leave and he was also feeling ( ... )
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He tried to remember more, despite the headache but it was hard, too much alcohol and laughter. Leaving with a smaller hand wrapped tightly in his own. The hotel room. Insistent kisses and… Alfred felt his face flame hotly. Oh god, he’d slept with Arthur. And now Arthur was gone without a trace.
He buried his face in a pillow and groaned. Arthur hadn’t seemed the type, as far as Alfred could remember, to flaunt having slept with a celebrity. But he also knew that Elizabeta would get her panties in a twist about it because Alfred F Jones don’t have one-night standsIt’s true though, he’s never been fond of the whole fuck and leave concept. Turned out his drunken self was a bit too horny to care much about that ( ... )
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I forgot my comment but it went something like this: Enjoying the story and hope you'll continue it! ♥
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Thank you so much for your comment! <33
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The part of Arthur leaving his tie behind made me think of a Cinderella moment lol! Elizabeta being the publicist to a gay movie star sounds very appropriate -3-
I am loving this fill, most definitely. I can’t wait to see what you do with my prompt. <3
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Actually, Elizabeta isn't Alfred's publicist. She's his manager. XDb
Awww, thank you~ I'm glad you enjoy it. <3
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Can't wait for more~ :D
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