[Summer Camp Fanfic] Pilots On Leave
Title:Pilots on Leave
Genre: More Steam-Punk Fluff
Word Count:1183
Pairings: USUK ,
Rating/Warnings:T
Summary: They have island all to themselves what could go wrong?
AN: This story is another part for the A.U. Why Pilots Shouldn't go to Parties and Why Pilots Shouldn't Sew. and Why Pilots Shouldn't Fly in Storms
The sky was a clear endless blue. There was a gentle breeze that rustled the frawns of the palm trees over head. The waves lapped gently at the beach made of the finest white sand. It was perfect.
Lt. Alfred F Jones, knocked his wide brim straw hat forward, and pillowed his arms behind his head. The text- book example of relaxation. The hammock, he’d tided up between two palm trees swayed gently with breeze.
Leave was a wonderful thing.
Sure he loved his job, like being in the Air Defense Force, he liked being able to help people. But, even a hero needed a vacation.
The sun beamed down warm but not unbearably hot, just the right condition for mid-morning nap. The rocking of the hammock lulled him into an easy does, his light snores blending into the general tropical background noise. Wrapped up in contemn, he didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching. It wasn’t until someone blocked his sunlight did he crack an eye open.
Alfred smiled, and the cast shadow placed his hands on his hips.
“Hey, Artie.”
Lt. Arthur Kirkland, rolled his eyes and sighed at his fellow lieutenant/lover. He met the sliver of a blue eye that peered out at him from under the brim of Alfred’s hat.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you all morning.” He said trying to keep the blush from his cheeks, “I thought you wanted spend the day together,” he added quietly.
Alfred knocked his hat back on his head and sat up carefully as not to dump himself out of the hammock. With his feet firmly on the sand he smiled at the green eyed man, “I know sweetheart, but you looked so sweet this morn’n I didn't have the heart to wake you.”
Arthur muttered something he couldn’t quite catch and shuffled his feet around in the sand. Alfred found himself relaxing against the fabric of the hammock.
“Also, the maid wouldn’t let me bring you breakfast in bed, in fact she didn’t really want me anywhere near the kitchen.”Alfred shrugged, he did really understand the point of servants sometimes. But he had raised by a mother who’s favorite saying had been, “You’ve got two hands, put them use.” Not that he had a problem with rich people. His boyfriend was technically a noble, and it was the Kirkland family that owned the island that they were on.
“I’m rather sorry about that,” Arthur began sheepishly, “Miss. Pennysworth has views about men in the kitchen.”
Alfred studied his fellow officer for a moment, and found something a bit−well he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he’d never been the best at reading people. Tense, that was a good word, something seemed tense about Arthur’s person.
“Hey, is everything alright you look like you’ve got something on your mind?” He asked.
“No!” Arthur said quickly.
Alfred was unconvinced, but let the matter rest. If it was something that persisted throughout the rest of the day, then he would bring it up again. But for now, he held his arms up and open to Arthur, “Well, we still have the rest of the day, and the hammock’s big enough for two.”
Arthur smiled that small rare true smile of his and shuffle forward wrapping his arms around Alfred’s neck. They hugged with the sound of waves in gently crashing against the shore. Getting into the hammock without tipping them both out of it was fun, i.e. meaning that it was rather difficult, but after a few failed attempts both men found a position that worked.
Arthur was really quite happy curled against the pilot’s side with his pillowed on Alfred’s chest. He had Alfred’s arms about him, the weather was perfect, they were able to exchange chase kisses, and just let the morning pass around then. Cause if he really thought about it, in their line of work moments like these where few and far between.
“Alfred?” He said at length.
Alfred hummed blissfully in response.
“You’re , alright with spending our leave here, right?” Arthur asked tracing random patterns into Alfred’s shirt.
Alfred looked down at him quizzically over the rim of his glasses, and Arthur continued before he had a chance to reply.
“I mean, I know you never been comfortable around, um high-class things… And staying at my family’s island is a very, very, high class thing and I just wanted to make sure you weren’t just going with it for my sake an−
He was cut off by Alfred battered straw hat being shoved on his head, and Alfred’s light chuckle, “Arthur calm down!”
Arthur blinked up at the man who held him.
Was that what Arthur had tense about earlier? Of course Alfred was happy here, They had a whole island to themselves! No ship, no duty, no protocol to follow. Just the two of them mostly alone together!
Alfred smiled reassuringly at Arthur, “Artie, sweetheart, I don’t care that your loaded, and that your family has its own island. You’ve never been one to flaunt it like of the other officers who come from money do! And what kind of idiot would I be if I complained about being on a private island with his lover!”
Arthur flushed and hid his face in Alfred’s chest, “I know, it’s just sometimes I can’t help but worry…”
“ I understand,” Alfred replied, “But, if I really didn’t want to be here, than would have said so when we were planning what to do on our leave.”
His fellow lieutenant nodded, and Alfred leaned down a little to press a kiss to Arthur’s lips.
“Now what brought this on all the sudden?” He asked settling back down.
Arthur looked just a little guilty as he rested his head back against Alfred’s shoulder, “Um, well you see…”
Alfred didn’t the like the sound in Arthur’s voice. “Arthur?”
“My mother called.” Arthur admitted.
Alfred cringed, it not that he disliked Arthur’s mother. It’s just that the widowed Lady Kirkland tended to show off her sons’ significant other at endless little dinner parties; that were mostly attended by other noble ladies who loved to fawn over a man in uniform.
“She throwing another one of those dinner parties isn’t she?”
“Yes she is.”
“Why?” He asked, knowing that there was no getting out of it, but he had to at least try.
“Patrick, finally got engaged, she wants to celebrate.”
“Ah, ” Alfred fell silent, letting the hammock rocked them gently, and could feel Arthur tents in his arms.
“I’m going to have to wear my dress uniform aren’t I.” Alfred stated more than asked in the voice of one resigned to fate that he really didn’t mind.
And Arthur laughed, kissing the pilot’s cheek, “Mother did request it, but don’t worry my older brother’s engagement party is not until the end of our leave.”
Alfred hummed noncommittally in response and tightened his hold around his lover. They were on a tropical island and the end of their leave was a long way away.
Genre: More Steam-Punk Fluff
Word Count:1183
Pairings: USUK ,
Rating/Warnings:T
Summary: They have island all to themselves what could go wrong?
AN: This story is another part for the A.U. Why Pilots Shouldn't go to Parties and Why Pilots Shouldn't Sew. and Why Pilots Shouldn't Fly in Storms
The sky was a clear endless blue. There was a gentle breeze that rustled the frawns of the palm trees over head. The waves lapped gently at the beach made of the finest white sand. It was perfect.
Lt. Alfred F Jones, knocked his wide brim straw hat forward, and pillowed his arms behind his head. The text- book example of relaxation. The hammock, he’d tided up between two palm trees swayed gently with breeze.
Leave was a wonderful thing.
Sure he loved his job, like being in the Air Defense Force, he liked being able to help people. But, even a hero needed a vacation.
The sun beamed down warm but not unbearably hot, just the right condition for mid-morning nap. The rocking of the hammock lulled him into an easy does, his light snores blending into the general tropical background noise. Wrapped up in contemn, he didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching. It wasn’t until someone blocked his sunlight did he crack an eye open.
Alfred smiled, and the cast shadow placed his hands on his hips.
“Hey, Artie.”
Lt. Arthur Kirkland, rolled his eyes and sighed at his fellow lieutenant/lover. He met the sliver of a blue eye that peered out at him from under the brim of Alfred’s hat.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you all morning.” He said trying to keep the blush from his cheeks, “I thought you wanted spend the day together,” he added quietly.
Alfred knocked his hat back on his head and sat up carefully as not to dump himself out of the hammock. With his feet firmly on the sand he smiled at the green eyed man, “I know sweetheart, but you looked so sweet this morn’n I didn't have the heart to wake you.”
Arthur muttered something he couldn’t quite catch and shuffled his feet around in the sand. Alfred found himself relaxing against the fabric of the hammock.
“Also, the maid wouldn’t let me bring you breakfast in bed, in fact she didn’t really want me anywhere near the kitchen.”Alfred shrugged, he did really understand the point of servants sometimes. But he had raised by a mother who’s favorite saying had been, “You’ve got two hands, put them use.” Not that he had a problem with rich people. His boyfriend was technically a noble, and it was the Kirkland family that owned the island that they were on.
“I’m rather sorry about that,” Arthur began sheepishly, “Miss. Pennysworth has views about men in the kitchen.”
Alfred studied his fellow officer for a moment, and found something a bit−well he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he’d never been the best at reading people. Tense, that was a good word, something seemed tense about Arthur’s person.
“Hey, is everything alright you look like you’ve got something on your mind?” He asked.
“No!” Arthur said quickly.
Alfred was unconvinced, but let the matter rest. If it was something that persisted throughout the rest of the day, then he would bring it up again. But for now, he held his arms up and open to Arthur, “Well, we still have the rest of the day, and the hammock’s big enough for two.”
Arthur smiled that small rare true smile of his and shuffle forward wrapping his arms around Alfred’s neck. They hugged with the sound of waves in gently crashing against the shore. Getting into the hammock without tipping them both out of it was fun, i.e. meaning that it was rather difficult, but after a few failed attempts both men found a position that worked.
Arthur was really quite happy curled against the pilot’s side with his pillowed on Alfred’s chest. He had Alfred’s arms about him, the weather was perfect, they were able to exchange chase kisses, and just let the morning pass around then. Cause if he really thought about it, in their line of work moments like these where few and far between.
“Alfred?” He said at length.
Alfred hummed blissfully in response.
“You’re , alright with spending our leave here, right?” Arthur asked tracing random patterns into Alfred’s shirt.
Alfred looked down at him quizzically over the rim of his glasses, and Arthur continued before he had a chance to reply.
“I mean, I know you never been comfortable around, um high-class things… And staying at my family’s island is a very, very, high class thing and I just wanted to make sure you weren’t just going with it for my sake an−
He was cut off by Alfred battered straw hat being shoved on his head, and Alfred’s light chuckle, “Arthur calm down!”
Arthur blinked up at the man who held him.
Was that what Arthur had tense about earlier? Of course Alfred was happy here, They had a whole island to themselves! No ship, no duty, no protocol to follow. Just the two of them mostly alone together!
Alfred smiled reassuringly at Arthur, “Artie, sweetheart, I don’t care that your loaded, and that your family has its own island. You’ve never been one to flaunt it like of the other officers who come from money do! And what kind of idiot would I be if I complained about being on a private island with his lover!”
Arthur flushed and hid his face in Alfred’s chest, “I know, it’s just sometimes I can’t help but worry…”
“ I understand,” Alfred replied, “But, if I really didn’t want to be here, than would have said so when we were planning what to do on our leave.”
His fellow lieutenant nodded, and Alfred leaned down a little to press a kiss to Arthur’s lips.
“Now what brought this on all the sudden?” He asked settling back down.
Arthur looked just a little guilty as he rested his head back against Alfred’s shoulder, “Um, well you see…”
Alfred didn’t the like the sound in Arthur’s voice. “Arthur?”
“My mother called.” Arthur admitted.
Alfred cringed, it not that he disliked Arthur’s mother. It’s just that the widowed Lady Kirkland tended to show off her sons’ significant other at endless little dinner parties; that were mostly attended by other noble ladies who loved to fawn over a man in uniform.
“She throwing another one of those dinner parties isn’t she?”
“Yes she is.”
“Why?” He asked, knowing that there was no getting out of it, but he had to at least try.
“Patrick, finally got engaged, she wants to celebrate.”
“Ah, ” Alfred fell silent, letting the hammock rocked them gently, and could feel Arthur tents in his arms.
“I’m going to have to wear my dress uniform aren’t I.” Alfred stated more than asked in the voice of one resigned to fate that he really didn’t mind.
And Arthur laughed, kissing the pilot’s cheek, “Mother did request it, but don’t worry my older brother’s engagement party is not until the end of our leave.”
Alfred hummed noncommittally in response and tightened his hold around his lover. They were on a tropical island and the end of their leave was a long way away.