[part 14] UKUS Bax Sex in a relationship (placeholder)
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:06:34 UTC
"Basically bad/awkward sex with knocking heads, falling out of bed, positioning fails... the works. What the kink is that none of this matters. England and America have gotten to the point where they are comfortable with each other, so comfortable they are able to accept the whole awkwardness of the thing and try again. They can laugh it off because they are in a relationship and love each other.
So more fluff than smut based.
Bonus: After all the false starts, they eventually get it right and it's all worth it. Bonus 2: Lots of talking about what they like/don't like which is what makes it so good."
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [1/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:15:51 UTC
A/N: Kind of an old request here, but hope you're still around to enjoy this, OP, because it was right up my alley. There's quite a while until we get to the actual prompt, but as this is more fluff than smut based I didn't feel too awful about it.
Anyway, this is set in the 1980s, because there are far too few USUK(US) fics set in that decade. It was a good time for them, man. 1981, to be exact because it's the first time Regan and Thatcher met and when Anglo-American relationships really started to warm up again.
Holy long oneshot, batman…
America let out a sigh as he opened the door to his old, old Boston house. This time, though, it was a happy one. Life was good. The economy was good. There was no war on. Well, there was some shit going down in South America, but his new boss wasn't bothering him so whatever. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of the guy, all the good stuff he was bringing. In for less than a day and Iran finally let America's guys go.
England liked him a lot too. That was important. Things had been so cold
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [2/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:16:45 UTC
The older nation nodded and stretched, allowing America to stand and go off to the kitchen. He started going through his fridge, looking for something good. Well, behind a couple of cases of beer he found an old Tupperware full of something that looked to be about a week away from developing sentience. He pulled it out and opened it. Upon closer inspection, it seemed more like three days from developing very fuzzy, white sentience and about ten minutes away from knocking him out with its stench. Part of him wanted to see if England would eat it anyway, but on the other hand it might eat his microwave and that wouldn't be good. He'd just gotten a new one.
Just to see if it would eventually start moving, he closed it back up, put it right back where it was and began to look on another shelf (he found it again just before the turn of the millennium at which point a hazmat team had to come in. Good times.) Oh hey, there was a big old container of chili he'd made two days ago hiding behind the milk. That'd work. He cracked the lid and set
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [3/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:18:19 UTC
"Hey," America said, during a lull that was threatening to become an awkward silence, "Do you wanna go clean up? I've got a tape I think you'll like."
England visibly cringed, but let go of America's hands and collected the dishes anyway. Okay, admittedly that kind of hurt, but he'd show him! America went back to the living room, knelt down by his stereo and rewound the tape. God did he love that noise. But now he had to wait for England to come back. He pressed play, since the tape was long enough that they probably wouldn't end up finishing it. Very soft, very smooth piano music filled the room. Yeah, it wasn't exactly an America-like thing to have, but it was nice sometimes. Like when he'd just watched a scary movie and he needed to calm down somehow because no one was there for him to sleep with. Or times like this, when England would come in looking all confused before he would realize what was going on and smile.
"You're full of surprises sometimes, aren't you?" He asked, still standing in the doorway.
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [4/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:19:12 UTC
America looked up sheepishly to see England looking down, face an interesting mixture of, "Are you alright?" "How did you accomplish that?" And the ever-popular "What the fuck?" It was a really funny expression. America couldn't help but crack up. England made a noise that greatly resembled "snerk," and then he started laughing too. America stumbled to his feet.
"Dude, I've got talent." America said between laughs.
"Yes, yes you do," England replied, using the other man's chest to balance on as he lost himself to hysterics. Given what had just happened, that probably wasn't a good idea, but America didn't fall this time so it was okay.
"Maybe we just shouldn't try anymore."
"I concur," England placed both of his hands on America's waist, "It's a shame, though. After the past twenty years I've kind of missed listening to music like this."
"Hey, it's okay. We'll dance like high school kids!" He placed his hands on England's waist too.
"You mean at arm's length?" England asked with a skeptical look on his face.
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [5/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:20:08 UTC
With a seductive smirk on his face, England walked over to the bed and lied down on his belly. He looked over his shoulder as if to say, "Come and get me."
For England willingly giving up topping for once, America didn't have to be told twice. He climbed on top of the other man and began to kiss at his neck and along his jaw. Just kissing, though. Any marks above the collar and this would probably be the last time America was getting laid the entire visit. Although he did nibble his ear a little bit, because he knew he loved it. As predicted, England let out a groan and arched down into the mattress. Hey, that was no good! It meant he was going away from America.
America carefully lowered himself until he was just laying on top of England, who simply sighed happily and accepted the extra weight. Not- not that America actually weighed that much! But, admittedly, part of it was probably because America kept ravishing his ear and started to slide his hands up and down England's sides. The older nation reached back and started to caress
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [6/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:21:02 UTC
America grabbed England's hands and positioned them over his head, "No, we're not gonna do that." He leaned down to kiss him and began to unbutton his shirt with the other hand, but then England pulled away.
"Stop, America," He said.
"What's wrong?" the younger man asked, pulling away and loosening his grip.
England lifted his arms a bit and shook his head, "You had one of us pulling my hair. I'm not in the mood for that sort of thing tonight."
"Oh, sorry," America said.
England shook his head, "That's okay. Just give me a little more space next time, like this." He guided America back down, hands about five inches from his head.
"Okay, got it," America said. He grasped England's wrists tightly again and put pressure back on to keep him from moving. He went back to work on his shirt, smiling, "I'm kind of surprised you didn't use that to flip us again."
England shrugged as best he could with his hands above his head, "It just shouldn't be done."
"Is that one of those unwritten rules of sex, like that you've got to try to warn your boyfriend
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [7/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:21:56 UTC
"We've gotta plan in advance more often, then," America said, opening both of their flies before coming back up to England's level. He slid one of his hands all over across England's chest, his sides, his belly, and his back. He was so warm and just a little bit soft and God it was good.
England closed his eyes and shivered, "Oh that's nice."
"I love how you look when you're waxed." America whispered in his ear.
"I'd have to say the same," England said, going for America's shirt and responding with similar touches.
America let out a soft groan and buried his nose in England's hair, smelling all of those tiny little things that made up the other man's scent, all wrapped up in his own soap. England craned over and began to lick and nibble at America's jaw and neck. He reached down to America's ass and rubbed it, making the younger nation moan into his hair. He would never, ever, ever, ever, ever admit quite how much he loved it when England so much as brushed his butt. He probably didn't need to, and he kind of wished that he was better at
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [8/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:22:45 UTC
England led him backwards by the chin of all things, only leaning forward to kiss him when they were about to fall back onto the mattress together. The Brit scooted back until his head was resting in the pillows again and America clambered on behind him.
"Um, America? Your socks are still on."
America shook his head violently, "No. Hell no. we are not going through that again!"
England laughed, and it occurred to America that this was probably the happiest he'd seen him during sex. Well, that was good, right? It meant that in spite of everything that happened so far he was actually enjoying himself. It was a very encouraging thought. He smiled and leaned down to claim England's lips again. It was softer and sweeter than it should have been, though. Their entire evening had been soft and sweet. America was hard and hot and didn't want to pretend that he wasn't. He pressed harder against England's lips and made sure to rub their cocks together too just to remind him where they were supposed to be going. England opened his mouth and shoved
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [9/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:23:41 UTC
"You're not mad?" England asked, blinking down at him.
"Hell no! Don't get me wrong, I don't wanna bottom the entire time you're here. But just for one night? I wanna have sex right now. I'm not gonna be picky about position after five years."
England smiled and went for the lube. America laid back and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his lover's long, dexterous fingers preparing him. He hadn't managed to find his spot yet, but whatever. It was England, fucking England, that was working him over and preparing him for once. That was good enough for now.
Once he felt he was ready, America wrapped his legs around England's waist. The older nation let out a small yelp, but didn't move.
"What's wrong, babe?" America asked.
"Y-you're ready already?"
"Yeah," America pushed himself up with his elbows, "Why shouldn't I be?" He looked between England's legs and saw that he was softer than he should have been, "Oh."
"Just give me a moment, alright. I'm sure I'll be ready again in no time."
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [10/11]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:24:34 UTC
"Okay, let's try it now."
Again, the Brit started thrusting into the other man, but still no luck. He was closer, but not nearly close enough.
"Dammit," America muttered.
"Still nothing?" England asked.
America shook his head.
"Fuck," He pulled out.
"Um… how 'bout this?" He got onto his elbows and knees and looked back over his shoulder. They'd had the best luck with doggy-style in the past. They couldn't look at each other that way, but whatever. He still knew it was England and he wanted to do it already! England settled himself on top of America, not going back in yet.
"Third time's the charm?" America whispered, not caring that technically this was their forth position.
"Let's hope so," England whispered back. He kissed America's neck and pushed in.
He hit America right on his spot. The younger nation felt his belly start to bubble and tighten and a massive wave of pleasure roll over him.
"Yes!" He shouted.
"Yes?" England repeated.
"Yes!"
England smiled into his neck and started to move back and forth. For a minute it was good, so good. But
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [11/12] (I lied)
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:26:17 UTC
"Holy shit..." England said, still probably in a little bit of shock.
"Are you okay?" America demanded, looking England over as well as he could to see if there were any visible injuries.
"I'm fine, I think," He replied, placing one hand on America's chest and carefully pulling out, "We are not doing that again," He said.
"Right," America said.
England turned his head and locked eyes with America. For some reason, both of them burst out laughing. There they were, both lying on the floor, clutching each other, and they were overcome with massive giggle fits. Manly giggle fits. For real. The fact that they were laughing so hard made America laugh even harder. They kept trying to speak, but one look at the other would send them off laughing again.
"We- we fell the fuck out of bed!" America finally said between laughs, straightening his glasses.
"Christ, we really are talented," England laughed more, "We ought to perform. People would be impressed."
"The only one who'd wanna watch us have sex is France." America said, giggle fit starting to
( ... )
Failing, Flailing, and Falling [12/12]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 01:27:10 UTC
They just lay there on the floor for a few minutes, both covered in sweat and lube and come and just trying to catch their breath. Every now and then, one or the other would lean forward for a kiss, sometimes open-mouthed, sometimes not. It didn't really do anything, but it felt good. Just holding England felt good too. Like, really good.
But waking up after sleeping on the floor covered in all sort of dried fluids would not feel good, so America gave England one last peck and got to his feet. First of all, he took off his glasses because they were a mess and set them on his bedside table. Then he went off to the attached bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and soaking it with warm water. He cleaned himself off, rinsed it, and brought it back to England.
The older nation took it and murmured his thanks while America got into bed. He watched as his boyfriend carefully washed himself: his belly, the area around his dick, down between his legs all the way around until he reached his asshole. America kind of wished that he was still wearing his
( ... )
Re: Failing, Flailing, and Falling [12/12]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 09:40:34 UTC
Oh, God, these guys! I felt so embarrassed and frustrated for them, was giggling flinching! This was awesome, anon, it's great to see some awkward sex in the meme.
This is exactly what I wanted! The way that is was awkward and 'bad' but because it was each other, they still found it good. Them trying different positions and just not working that time was a really nice way of putting it.
Setting in the 1980s was a really good idea, I especially liked the detail about the microwave.
I loved how you put their relationship in there before the sex, during and after with their banter and America just being so happy that England was there.
I think this review is quite incoherent but I'm just so happy that this request got filled! Thank you!
So more fluff than smut based.
Bonus: After all the false starts, they eventually get it right and it's all worth it.
Bonus 2: Lots of talking about what they like/don't like which is what makes it so good."
Located here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=53970617#t53970617
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A/N: Kind of an old request here, but hope you're still around to enjoy this, OP, because it was right up my alley. There's quite a while until we get to the actual prompt, but as this is more fluff than smut based I didn't feel too awful about it.
Anyway, this is set in the 1980s, because there are far too few USUK(US) fics set in that decade. It was a good time for them, man. 1981, to be exact because it's the first time Regan and Thatcher met and when Anglo-American relationships really started to warm up again.
Holy long oneshot, batman…
America let out a sigh as he opened the door to his old, old Boston house. This time, though, it was a happy one. Life was good. The economy was good. There was no war on. Well, there was some shit going down in South America, but his new boss wasn't bothering him so whatever. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of the guy, all the good stuff he was bringing. In for less than a day and Iran finally let America's guys go.
England liked him a lot too. That was important. Things had been so cold ( ... )
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The older nation nodded and stretched, allowing America to stand and go off to the kitchen. He started going through his fridge, looking for something good. Well, behind a couple of cases of beer he found an old Tupperware full of something that looked to be about a week away from developing sentience. He pulled it out and opened it. Upon closer inspection, it seemed more like three days from developing very fuzzy, white sentience and about ten minutes away from knocking him out with its stench. Part of him wanted to see if England would eat it anyway, but on the other hand it might eat his microwave and that wouldn't be good. He'd just gotten a new one.
Just to see if it would eventually start moving, he closed it back up, put it right back where it was and began to look on another shelf (he found it again just before the turn of the millennium at which point a hazmat team had to come in. Good times.) Oh hey, there was a big old container of chili he'd made two days ago hiding behind the milk. That'd work. He cracked the lid and set ( ... )
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"Hey," America said, during a lull that was threatening to become an awkward silence, "Do you wanna go clean up? I've got a tape I think you'll like."
England visibly cringed, but let go of America's hands and collected the dishes anyway. Okay, admittedly that kind of hurt, but he'd show him! America went back to the living room, knelt down by his stereo and rewound the tape. God did he love that noise. But now he had to wait for England to come back. He pressed play, since the tape was long enough that they probably wouldn't end up finishing it. Very soft, very smooth piano music filled the room. Yeah, it wasn't exactly an America-like thing to have, but it was nice sometimes. Like when he'd just watched a scary movie and he needed to calm down somehow because no one was there for him to sleep with. Or times like this, when England would come in looking all confused before he would realize what was going on and smile.
"You're full of surprises sometimes, aren't you?" He asked, still standing in the doorway.
"D-d'you like it?" America ( ... )
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America looked up sheepishly to see England looking down, face an interesting mixture of, "Are you alright?" "How did you accomplish that?" And the ever-popular "What the fuck?" It was a really funny expression. America couldn't help but crack up. England made a noise that greatly resembled "snerk," and then he started laughing too. America stumbled to his feet.
"Dude, I've got talent." America said between laughs.
"Yes, yes you do," England replied, using the other man's chest to balance on as he lost himself to hysterics. Given what had just happened, that probably wasn't a good idea, but America didn't fall this time so it was okay.
"Maybe we just shouldn't try anymore."
"I concur," England placed both of his hands on America's waist, "It's a shame, though. After the past twenty years I've kind of missed listening to music like this."
"Hey, it's okay. We'll dance like high school kids!" He placed his hands on England's waist too.
"You mean at arm's length?" England asked with a skeptical look on his face.
"No, those are middle schoolers. ( ... )
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With a seductive smirk on his face, England walked over to the bed and lied down on his belly. He looked over his shoulder as if to say, "Come and get me."
For England willingly giving up topping for once, America didn't have to be told twice. He climbed on top of the other man and began to kiss at his neck and along his jaw. Just kissing, though. Any marks above the collar and this would probably be the last time America was getting laid the entire visit. Although he did nibble his ear a little bit, because he knew he loved it. As predicted, England let out a groan and arched down into the mattress. Hey, that was no good! It meant he was going away from America.
America carefully lowered himself until he was just laying on top of England, who simply sighed happily and accepted the extra weight. Not- not that America actually weighed that much! But, admittedly, part of it was probably because America kept ravishing his ear and started to slide his hands up and down England's sides. The older nation reached back and started to caress ( ... )
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America grabbed England's hands and positioned them over his head, "No, we're not gonna do that." He leaned down to kiss him and began to unbutton his shirt with the other hand, but then England pulled away.
"Stop, America," He said.
"What's wrong?" the younger man asked, pulling away and loosening his grip.
England lifted his arms a bit and shook his head, "You had one of us pulling my hair. I'm not in the mood for that sort of thing tonight."
"Oh, sorry," America said.
England shook his head, "That's okay. Just give me a little more space next time, like this." He guided America back down, hands about five inches from his head.
"Okay, got it," America said. He grasped England's wrists tightly again and put pressure back on to keep him from moving. He went back to work on his shirt, smiling, "I'm kind of surprised you didn't use that to flip us again."
England shrugged as best he could with his hands above his head, "It just shouldn't be done."
"Is that one of those unwritten rules of sex, like that you've got to try to warn your boyfriend ( ... )
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"We've gotta plan in advance more often, then," America said, opening both of their flies before coming back up to England's level. He slid one of his hands all over across England's chest, his sides, his belly, and his back. He was so warm and just a little bit soft and God it was good.
England closed his eyes and shivered, "Oh that's nice."
"I love how you look when you're waxed." America whispered in his ear.
"I'd have to say the same," England said, going for America's shirt and responding with similar touches.
America let out a soft groan and buried his nose in England's hair, smelling all of those tiny little things that made up the other man's scent, all wrapped up in his own soap. England craned over and began to lick and nibble at America's jaw and neck. He reached down to America's ass and rubbed it, making the younger nation moan into his hair. He would never, ever, ever, ever, ever admit quite how much he loved it when England so much as brushed his butt. He probably didn't need to, and he kind of wished that he was better at ( ... )
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England led him backwards by the chin of all things, only leaning forward to kiss him when they were about to fall back onto the mattress together. The Brit scooted back until his head was resting in the pillows again and America clambered on behind him.
"Um, America? Your socks are still on."
America shook his head violently, "No. Hell no. we are not going through that again!"
England laughed, and it occurred to America that this was probably the happiest he'd seen him during sex. Well, that was good, right? It meant that in spite of everything that happened so far he was actually enjoying himself. It was a very encouraging thought. He smiled and leaned down to claim England's lips again. It was softer and sweeter than it should have been, though. Their entire evening had been soft and sweet. America was hard and hot and didn't want to pretend that he wasn't. He pressed harder against England's lips and made sure to rub their cocks together too just to remind him where they were supposed to be going. England opened his mouth and shoved ( ... )
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"You're not mad?" England asked, blinking down at him.
"Hell no! Don't get me wrong, I don't wanna bottom the entire time you're here. But just for one night? I wanna have sex right now. I'm not gonna be picky about position after five years."
England smiled and went for the lube. America laid back and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his lover's long, dexterous fingers preparing him. He hadn't managed to find his spot yet, but whatever. It was England, fucking England, that was working him over and preparing him for once. That was good enough for now.
Once he felt he was ready, America wrapped his legs around England's waist. The older nation let out a small yelp, but didn't move.
"What's wrong, babe?" America asked.
"Y-you're ready already?"
"Yeah," America pushed himself up with his elbows, "Why shouldn't I be?" He looked between England's legs and saw that he was softer than he should have been, "Oh."
"Just give me a moment, alright. I'm sure I'll be ready again in no time."
"It's okay," America said, "It happens."
"We're having a terrible ( ... )
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"Okay, let's try it now."
Again, the Brit started thrusting into the other man, but still no luck. He was closer, but not nearly close enough.
"Dammit," America muttered.
"Still nothing?" England asked.
America shook his head.
"Fuck," He pulled out.
"Um… how 'bout this?" He got onto his elbows and knees and looked back over his shoulder. They'd had the best luck with doggy-style in the past. They couldn't look at each other that way, but whatever. He still knew it was England and he wanted to do it already! England settled himself on top of America, not going back in yet.
"Third time's the charm?" America whispered, not caring that technically this was their forth position.
"Let's hope so," England whispered back. He kissed America's neck and pushed in.
He hit America right on his spot. The younger nation felt his belly start to bubble and tighten and a massive wave of pleasure roll over him.
"Yes!" He shouted.
"Yes?" England repeated.
"Yes!"
England smiled into his neck and started to move back and forth. For a minute it was good, so good. But ( ... )
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"Holy shit..." England said, still probably in a little bit of shock.
"Are you okay?" America demanded, looking England over as well as he could to see if there were any visible injuries.
"I'm fine, I think," He replied, placing one hand on America's chest and carefully pulling out, "We are not doing that again," He said.
"Right," America said.
England turned his head and locked eyes with America. For some reason, both of them burst out laughing. There they were, both lying on the floor, clutching each other, and they were overcome with massive giggle fits. Manly giggle fits. For real. The fact that they were laughing so hard made America laugh even harder. They kept trying to speak, but one look at the other would send them off laughing again.
"We- we fell the fuck out of bed!" America finally said between laughs, straightening his glasses.
"Christ, we really are talented," England laughed more, "We ought to perform. People would be impressed."
"The only one who'd wanna watch us have sex is France." America said, giggle fit starting to ( ... )
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They just lay there on the floor for a few minutes, both covered in sweat and lube and come and just trying to catch their breath. Every now and then, one or the other would lean forward for a kiss, sometimes open-mouthed, sometimes not. It didn't really do anything, but it felt good. Just holding England felt good too. Like, really good.
But waking up after sleeping on the floor covered in all sort of dried fluids would not feel good, so America gave England one last peck and got to his feet. First of all, he took off his glasses because they were a mess and set them on his bedside table. Then he went off to the attached bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and soaking it with warm water. He cleaned himself off, rinsed it, and brought it back to England.
The older nation took it and murmured his thanks while America got into bed. He watched as his boyfriend carefully washed himself: his belly, the area around his dick, down between his legs all the way around until he reached his asshole. America kind of wished that he was still wearing his ( ... )
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so. cute.
d'aww, I love their dialogue and both of their failed attempts to top.
Such a cute fill~
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Setting in the 1980s was a really good idea, I especially liked the detail about the microwave.
I loved how you put their relationship in there before the sex, during and after with their banter and America just being so happy that England was there.
I think this review is quite incoherent but I'm just so happy that this request got filled! Thank you!
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