England/America, Sealand - Human AU, fucking the babysitter
anonymous
June 21 2011, 07:10:25 UTC
Human AU on this premise:
Arthur Kirkland, in his mid-to-late 20s, has it tough: a demanding job, a disastrous sex/love life, and raising an energetic and trouble-making pre-teen brother on the cusp of puberty. For years, he has been paying the pimply, overweight, video-game obsessed American teenager from down the street to babysit and otherwise keep his brother occupied.
One day, Arthur comes home and hello who's this handsome young man in his house...it's that American babysitter, who had grown up without him noticing at all. It doesn't help Arthur's libido that Alfred happens to be gay and a fucking cocktease.
BONUS: Puberty!Peter has his own crush on Alfred, and doesn't like this AT ALL.
The Hot Babysitter [2/??]
anonymous
August 23 2011, 07:28:24 UTC
The next day, Arthur walks in on Al and Peter sitting down to tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Al grins at him when he walks into the kitchen and pours him a bowl. It’s canned, of course, but he’d heated it on the stove and made the sandwiches in a frying pan.
“Thought you’d be getting home soon, so I went ahead and made you some,” Al explains as he put two sandwiches on a plate and sets it by the bowl. Arthur smiles and goes to get a beer from the fridge while AL and Peter go back to their conversation - something about the university Alfred’s going to in a few months, because he’s almost done with sixth form and he’s legal now fuck-Arthur twists off the cap with his palm and drains a third of it in one go, leaning on the island facing away from them and pulling himself together. Although people had accused him of it, he’d never thought of himself as perverse until now, when the bright-eyed boy he’d watched grow up was suddenly making his blood rush just by being alive and present
( ... )
The Hot Babysitter [3/??]
anonymous
August 23 2011, 07:30:19 UTC
Arthur tries not to make Alfred work on Fridays, but half the time he ends up coming over anyway.
This week, Arthur gives him his weekly eighty quid and a glass of orange juice while they sit on the front steps and referee the neighborhood kid’s football game in his front yard. Arthur is very, very careful not to touch him. Al sighs and sits back on his hands when he finishes his juice, setting the glass to the side and promptly forgetting about it.
“Don’t you have any friends?” Arthur asks abruptly, and Al cocks his head at him. “I mean, why do you want to spend your Friday afternoon with children and me instead of people your own age?”
Al laughs. “Don’t sell yourself short like that, you’re not that much older than me-” Ohgod- “And, well, I do, but a lot of my good friends already graduated, and…” He bites his lip, uneasy. “It’s been harder to make new ones since I came out
( ... )
The Hot Babysitter [3b/??]
anonymous
August 23 2011, 07:31:18 UTC
“-I did not do that here! That was-” Arthur jerks his head in mild shock and intense humor to see Al with his mouth clamped shut and his eyes wide. “You did not need to hear that,” he whispers.
“Oh, but I did.” He reaches over and pats his knee. “Your secret’s safe with me, love.”
Alfred’s eyes flicker down to the hand, back up, and he jerks it away and stands up. “I’m- I’m going to get something more to drink.” He takes Al’s orange juice glass with him, and wrinkles his nose in distaste to find it’s another one of his mother’s Waterfords.
Re: The Hot Babysitter [3b/??]
anonymous
August 23 2011, 22:32:05 UTC
this conversation was really entertaining and also so in character. Arthur would own teacups and pink scrubs and of course Alfred likes Twilight. can't wait for more!
Arthur Kirkland, in his mid-to-late 20s, has it tough: a demanding job, a disastrous sex/love life, and raising an energetic and trouble-making pre-teen brother on the cusp of puberty. For years, he has been paying the pimply, overweight, video-game obsessed American teenager from down the street to babysit and otherwise keep his brother occupied.
One day, Arthur comes home and hello who's this handsome young man in his house...it's that American babysitter, who had grown up without him noticing at all. It doesn't help Arthur's libido that Alfred happens to be gay and a fucking cocktease.
BONUS: Puberty!Peter has his own crush on Alfred, and doesn't like this AT ALL.
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Well.
I say your life just got a bit more 'interesting'. :p
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Oh yes, Arthur, you go fancy the guy.
Making macaroni in the microwave is a turn on for Arthur.
Anyway, a fun start.
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“Thought you’d be getting home soon, so I went ahead and made you some,” Al explains as he put two sandwiches on a plate and sets it by the bowl. Arthur smiles and goes to get a beer from the fridge while AL and Peter go back to their conversation - something about the university Alfred’s going to in a few months, because he’s almost done with sixth form and he’s legal now fuck-Arthur twists off the cap with his palm and drains a third of it in one go, leaning on the island facing away from them and pulling himself together. Although people had accused him of it, he’d never thought of himself as perverse until now, when the bright-eyed boy he’d watched grow up was suddenly making his blood rush just by being alive and present ( ... )
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This week, Arthur gives him his weekly eighty quid and a glass of orange juice while they sit on the front steps and referee the neighborhood kid’s football game in his front yard. Arthur is very, very careful not to touch him. Al sighs and sits back on his hands when he finishes his juice, setting the glass to the side and promptly forgetting about it.
“Don’t you have any friends?” Arthur asks abruptly, and Al cocks his head at him. “I mean, why do you want to spend your Friday afternoon with children and me instead of people your own age?”
Al laughs. “Don’t sell yourself short like that, you’re not that much older than me-” Ohgod- “And, well, I do, but a lot of my good friends already graduated, and…” He bites his lip, uneasy. “It’s been harder to make new ones since I came out ( ... )
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“Oh, but I did.” He reaches over and pats his knee. “Your secret’s safe with me, love.”
Alfred’s eyes flicker down to the hand, back up, and he jerks it away and stands up. “I’m- I’m going to get something more to drink.” He takes Al’s orange juice glass with him, and wrinkles his nose in distaste to find it’s another one of his mother’s Waterfords.
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and i'd love to see Alfred's POV because I think that Arthur is not the only one who has some unexpected feelings ;)
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pffft, this line is precious. Arthur you secret perv, you ♥
(you know, in my country the age of consent is 15, so Arthur wouldn't have to worry about that ;)
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