How to leave the closet

"This show sucks." Alfred plunged another mouthful of noodles down his throat and grunted bored. Arthur hushed at him. "But the unicorns sing! How can a horse even sing?"



"I thought you would be one to appreciate fantasy stuff?" Arthur asked, not moving his eyes away from the television. He was doing everything while watching the show, Alfred noticed; took stuff from the table, placed it back down, moved a pillow, slapped him for being loud. But never did he blink.



"Well, Star Wars \'s cool, but singing unicorns?"



\'Is that a horse?



No, it\'s got a horn!



Then I guess it is a unicorn!\'



Arthur hummed along the melody. Alfred looked down into his box of noodles. It was empty. With a sigh he threw it to the table and slipped down to lie in the sofa, his head resting at Arthur\'s lap. He expected some kind of movement from the other, but Arthur was still busy.



"Arthur?"



"Mhmm?"



"Can I suck ya off?" Arthur looked down. Success. Alfred smiled brightly and slowly reached for the remote control.



"Why? Why now?"



"I want to." Alfred grabbed it and turned the TV off. Arthur didn\'t even notice. He just placed his box back onto the table and leaned back into the sofa. Alfred dropped the remote to the floor, rolled over and pressed his nose into Arthur\'s crotch. The other sighed.



"The unicorns made you horny?"



"No, your complaining grunts every time I said something did." Arthur laughed and began to stroke Alfred\'s hair.



"You really are very gay."



"Says you who drink cosmopolitan?"



"That has nothing with sexuality to do. Sucking dicks do."



"Well then, can I?" Arthur hesitated. Alfred was practically massaging his nose down into the fabric of his pants, making the glasses on his nose tilt. He slipped his fingers deep into the mess of golden locks on his head and quietly petted his skull. He should be shy, probably, having him getting on to him like this. But he didn\'t feel shy. He still was a little tired from the happenings of the evening the night before, and even if he had wanted to complain - which he strangely felt no need for - he couldn\'t really find the energy to do so. So he ended up nodding slowly.



"Okay," he mumbled. Alfred smiled smugly.



"Yeah?"



"Yeah… Okay." Alfred peeled off his glasses and left them somewhere behind himself. He then reached up and cupped Arthur\'s head, kissed him shortly.



"It\'s like what Matthew said - men and sex…"



Alfred kissed down Arthur\'s neck as he slipped his hands down his sides. Arthur\'s muscles clenched under his touch, and he sighed lowly, slipping his hands from his hair to Alfred\'s shoulders as he let them rest there. He expected Alfred to stay on the sofa, but instead the man moved to kneel on the floor in front of him. He didn\'t waist any time, zipped his trousers open and wriggled them down to hang at his ankles. He snickered.



"You\'re wearing my underwear." Arthur growled.



"It\'s not like I had a choice." Arthur lifted his butt so they could be peeled off too. He was still limp, but slowly getting excited by the thought of having Alfred\'s mouth covering his cock. And still he couldn\'t believe how calm he was about it all. Maybe one just reaches a point where there\'s no more embarrassment to let out, and one can only relax.



Alfred grabbed around Arthur\'s cock and started stroking it with slow movements. Arthur watched him, moved his hands to rest at his sides and just watched at Alfred worked on making him hard.



"Won\'t you be needing a condom?"



"No, the risk of catching something when sucking off a man is low." Alfred moved in and slowly darted his tongue up across the shaft, his gaze seeking Arthur\'s. "You don\'t suffer from anything, right?"



"Not, nh, what I know of," Arthur mumbled. Alfred smiled against his skin, then closed his eyes and concentrated on licking and nibbling, getting the other hard. Arthur grunted and sloped his head to the side. Alfred was clearly used to what he did, and his expression was almost bored as if he knew every move he had to take in order to warm him up for the fun. It kind of bothered Arthur as he realised he was just one out of many to sit with his legs spread and Alfred\'s head between his thighs. It wasn\'t right.



"Alfred?"



"Hnn…?"



"Fetch me a cigarette." Alfred sent him a confused smile.



"What?"



"I want to smoke." Alfred gave him a weird look, but he still tumbled a few steps to the side on his knees and peeled out a cigarette from his box underneath the sofa.



"Here."



"Do you have a lighter?"



"There\'s a Zippo on the table." Alfred went back to licking Arthur\'s shaft, but now his eyes were curiously looking up at Arthur as he lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. It was the kind of look Arthur was out for, something more interested, wonderingly. He blew out the smoke from the corners of his lips, leaned back again and calmly watched Alfred work. The younger circled his cockhead with the tongue, licked across the soft skin underneath the pissslit and went down the shaft again. Arthur moaned.



"You always smoke when getting head?" Alfred tilted his head a little, nibbling at the tender skin again to see Arthur\'s cheeks go flustered. He was biting down on the filter of the cigarette, grinning a little at the question.



"My wife hated blowjobs," he mumbled and reached down to move Alfred\'s head a little, "there, that spot felt good… nnh.. She kind of," he took in a good mouthful of smoke, let it out as he continued, "hated the taste of cock, she said."



"I love it."



"Oh, I hadn\'t guessed," Arthur grunted ironically. They both snickered a little. Arthur closed his eyes and removed the cigarette from his lips, moaning lowly as Alfred stretched his lips to cover his head. He gave it a short suck before darting back with a pop as his mouth left the cock.



"I bet you\'ve fantasised about this, then?" Alfred winked at him, and Arthur choked on the smoke. The other started unbuttoning his shirt, giving him a great view of muscles and tanned skin. The Englishman tried to look relaxed, though the sight of more skin made his blood run south. He licked his lips and narrowed his gaze. "Hah?"



"Yeah, I did fantasize."



"Tell me about it." Alfred wriggled free of his shirt and went back to sucking Arthur\'s cockhead. Arthur spread his legs a little more, encouraged by Alfred\'s hands on his knees, and he moved his gaze to the ceiling, lightly bumping the filter of the cigarette against his lips.



"When she nhh.. Sucked me, I would.. I would imagine it was a-ahh… guy.." Arthur swung around the cigarette, dropping some ash off in the motion. One of his hands went to Alfred\'s hair, his fingers sunk deep down into it to feel the rocking motion of his head as he started bobbing his head up and down, taking in a little more of him every time. "\'nnnaah… it would be this… bloke… Young and attractive, just like… the maga.. Nh.. zines…" He closed his eyes. As he went quiet, the sloppy sounds from Alfred\'s mouth filled the room. The wet tightness around his cock made him gasps slightly, and he remembered himself that he didn\'t had to close his eyes anymore and imagine. He could just look down.



Alfred was staring up at him with his sky blue eyes. As their gazes met, he let go of a humming sound which probably was supposed to be a word, but Arthur couldn\'t understand it, only feel the sweet vibrations from his mouth go through his cock. He gasped and stretched his legs a little, pushed at Alfred\'s head to persuade him to take in more. He did, like the professional lad he was, he swallowed around his cock, drew his head a little back and then took it all the way in until his nose rested at Arthur\'s pubic hair. Arthur gawked at the feeling, threw his head back and curved in the back, an animalistic growl escaped his lips. Never had a girl taken him all the way in, heck, they hardly knew how to take their teeth off of his meat! But this-



Alfred slipped back, along with his tongue which skid across his skin up to the cockhead again which had gone purple-red from the sweet treatment it was being offered. Arthur dared to look down at Alfred again as he took him in once again. Alfred grabbed one of his hands and moved it to his neck, and Arthur could feel how it stretched out as his cock was being swallowed to its base. He reached for the ashtray on the table, dropped the cigarette off in it.



"F-fuck, Alfredh…" His throat clenched. He quickly drew his head back and looked away as he coughed.



"Sorry \'bout that." Alfred wiped his lips off in his arm, looking back up at Arthur. Arthur massaged his hair slowly with a little smile playing on his lips.



"It\'s fine, must be hard for the throat?"



"As hell." Alfred grinned brightly, "But it\'s worth it."



"Can I try?"



"What?"



"Sucking you off…" Alfred sloped his head to the side and smiled a little.



"Really?"



"Yeah," Arthur took a hold of his cock, stroking it as he watched the other. He felt a blush creep across his cheeks as he realised just what he was asking for. "I mean… I have never… And I would really want to try, you know?" He looked away, Alfred\'s eyes too intense to stare into. Alfred got up from the floor and brushed his knees.



"Okay, but let\'s move to the bedroom. I betcha don\'t wanna be on the knees?" Arthur nodded thankful and got up, stepped out of his pants and underwear. He followed Alfred towards the bedroom, felt kind of awkward walking with his cock hard and without pants, while Alfred was shirtless and groping himself. It was like some sort of bad armature porn. Directors cut - now you move to the bedroom. Arthur smiled at the thought.



Alfred sank down to sit at the edge of the bed, removing his socks. Arthur crept in underneath the cover, suddenly feeling a bit exposed. Maybe because he\'d just been lying in here with Matthew sitting at the very same spot as Alfred. He made a grimace of annoyance and tried not to think of him. He stroked his cock more furiously.



"Don\'t cum too early." Alfred\'s lips were at his right ear, his words followed by a quick, low laughter. Arthur moved his gaze to him. He was naked, all naked, on all fours and next to him, showing it all off. He had to swallow a heavy mouthful of spit that had suddenly gathered at the back of his throat.



"…you\'re naked," he stated in an obvious tone, making Alfred laugh loudly.



"Y\' wouldn\'t like to suck it through th\' pants, now, wouldya?" He bumped down to sit on his knees, his cock laying limp and open for him to see. Arthur had seen it twice before, but it still made his heart pump faster. After all, he hadn\'t seen Alfred all naked, all exposed. He was so young looking. There still was some body-fat on him like any teen would have, and supposedly he just hadn\'t shred it off yet. He was still early in his twenties, sometimes Arthur forgot. He didn\'t feel that older when with Alfred, especially not when being the one to decide for them to watch unicorns-cartoons. But now he did, a little more scrawny, his cock slightly smaller. His eyes slipped to Alfred\'s pink nipples. Alfred noticed and twisted them with a grin.



"I know it, I am wonderful." Arthur blushed.



"Don\'t make me nervous."



"Nervous?" Alfred raised his brows wonderingly. "We\'re not even to fuck, dude?"



"I know that, still…" Alfred leaned back and spread his legs, smiling at Arthur.



"Well, getting to it or wha\'?" Arthur nodded, leaned forward and moved over to Alfred. He sat down in front of Alfred, looking down at his cock with almost unsure eyes. Alfred tried to help him:



"Just… Stroke it first, yeah?" Arthur leaned in to rest his forehead against Alfred\'s shoulder as he took a hold of his dick. It was warm, he could feel it pulsating between his fingers. The sensation made his own cock throb in anticipation. He slowly started stroking Alfred\'s, then tightened his grip and speeded up a little. Alfred\'s fingers caressed his back meanwhile, drew circles on his shoulders and slipped down his spine. Arthur lifted his head, placed a small kiss on Alfred\'s exposed neck. It tasted of sweaty salt. He quickly decided that he liked the taste, slipped out his tongue and licked off more. Alfred chuckled.



"You\'re not as shy as I expected!" he grinned and dug his nose into Arthur\'s hair. Arthur giggled.



"It\'s not like I haven\'t been with someone before, just… Not a man…"



"Feel more comfortable?"



"Yeah, with a woman it was just awkward," he mumbled, slipping up his free hand to cover one of Alfred\'s nipples, "this feels more…"



"Like home?"



"Shut up, Hollywood. Correct. Just correct." Alfred nodded, his nose tickling Arthur\'s scalp. Arthur pinched his nipple between the tips of his fingers, receiving a wanted gasp from Alfred.



"Nah, in Hollywood, the scene would have ended already," Alfred laughed breathless. Arthur gave his chest a light push and the American willingly sunk down to lie on his back.



"Oh yeah, the black curtain would\'ve been sunk down." Arthur himself sank down to hover above Alfred\'s cock. The head was turning dark-brown with each of his strokes, he noticed, and the large vein underneath had started throbbing. Unlike himself, Alfred had no foreskin. He had always thought little of men who got it removed - it was like an eye with no eyelid, he thought. But Alfred\'s cock was nothing like that, it was great just like this. He licked his lips and moved down to his sack, hanging heavily underneath.



"No playing with the balls," Alfred guided him, "I am too sensitive for that."



"Okay." Arthur went back to the cock he was still stroking. He sloped his head to the side and sat up a little. "Oh, do you have paper towels?" he was suddenly reminded, "I don\'t.. uh.." He licked his lips. Alfred grinned.



"Swallows, just say it. In the upper drawer." Arthur let go of Alfred as he reached over and opened the drawer, roaming through the stuff in there until he got a handful of paper tissues. As he turned around, Alfred was staring at him.



"…what?"



"Nothing, just got a great view of your ass." Arthur gritted together his teeth in embarrassment, quickly slammed the drawer shut and went back to Alfred.



"Shut up."



"Why, isn\'t that, likeah… a compliment?" Arthur took his sweet time placing the tissues next to him in a fine bunch so he did not have to look at the other.



"Well, I have never been too fond of it."



"Really?"



"My wife used to call it the sag." Alfred\'s eyes widened. Then he laughed.



"The sag?! That\'s so mean!"



"Well, she had a little round bum."



"And saggy boobs, I bet." Arthur didn\'t wanted to, but he couldn\'t help but giggle.



"…a little, maybe."



"There you go!"



"I think it\'s too big."



"Easier to hit with the dick." Now they both laughed.



"Stop it, this isn\'t getting me in the mood," Arthur chuckles.



"Then don\'t speak of your ass, man." Alfred grabbed his own cock and started pumping it to make it all hard again. "Can\'t you, like… Touch yourself?" Arthur raised a brow.



"What?"



"Come on, help me become hard." Hesitatingly Arthur slid his hand down to grab himself. Alfred smiled and nodded encouragingly as Arthur stroked himself, wetting his cock with his pre-cum. He was still rock-hard, no problems there. His hand were wetted with pre-cum and he let go of himself to stroke his stomach, underneath his shirt, to his chest, his nipples. Alfred\'s eyes were following him quietly, and he felt he had to do a show, and a good one. He twisted his own nipples, gave them a little yank and moaned. Alfred closed his eyes and mumbled something, opened them again and sat up. "Good, get going now."



"I know." He closed his hand around Alfred shaft and started stroking it again. After a while, he leaned in and let his tongue slip up Alfred\'s cock. It was a weird sensation. His meat was soft, but still hard and sweaty, it tasted of man and soap at the same time. Arthur moved up and gave the cockhead a kiss, then two, then he licked it tryingly. Alfred massaged his scalp as an encouragement, though Arthur needed none. He was fascinated by the way the cock felt against his tongue, his lips. It was different from any other feeling he had had before, he could find nothing to compare it with. Why, he wondered, hadn\'t his wife wanted to do this more often, if it felt this great?



"\'s it okay?" Arthur nodded and looked up at Alfred.



"It\'s weird, but…" He smiled a little, then went down on him again. He didn\'t have to finish his sentence - his shining eyes said it all.



It was an unknown feeling to him, stretching his lips wide to take in the head of another man, but he knew what shouldn\'t be done; teeth. Keeping them away the best he could, he tried to take Alfred in. But it was though. He didn\'t had to keep his mouth open for long before his lips started shaking. He had to let go of him quickly, and instead he went back to stroking him while he relaxed his mouth. Alfred was smiling sweetly.



"Not easy, hah?"



"I don\'t get how you can take it all down just like that." Alfred shrugged his shoulders.



"Lots of practice. And not everyone can learn. Don\'t push yourself." Arthur kissed Alfred\'s shaft, licked up to the head and again tried to close his mouth around it. Little by little, he worked the head in until it bumped against the inner of his cheek. Alfred moaned slightly, twisting a little of Arthur\'s hair around his fingers. "That\'s how it should feel," he mumbled, making Arthur feel somewhat proud. He tried gliding it across the inner of his wet cheek, darting his tongue out to help him, and the sighs he received sounded amazingly in his ears.



"I am doing it. I am really sucking him off. Having another man\'s cock in my mouth…"



Arthur felt how his own cocked throbbed at the realisation. He let go of Alfred\'s and reached down to slowly stroke himself as he took a hold of the younger\'s cock and started licking up the shaft again.



"You\'re really getting off on this, aren\'t you?" Alfred mumbled somewhat taken aback at the other\'s daringly attitude. He straightened a little up in his back to watch Arthur jerk himself off. "Nice…"



A few minutes passed with Arthur sucking and nibbling at Alfred\'s flesh, getting his pre-cum flowing. Alfred was watching the scene with a satisfied smirk as had he won some kind of competition, now getting his dear prize. His cheeks had turned pink, and he was stone-hard, almost ready to burst. But then he pushed Arthur\'s head back and nudged for him to sit up.



"Flesh to flesh," he mumbled against his earlobe, a bit hasty was his voice. Arthur nodded and leaned in to Alfred, pressing his cock to his with a sigh. Alfred hadn\'t had enough, grabbed around him and drew him in closer until their arms and legs were entangled and cocks pressed closely to each other. He pressed Arthur\'s hand to his cock, let his own wander down Arthur\'s and started stroking them both off with hurried motions. The sensation of being so close was all it took for Arthur to cum, almost immediately, leaning in against Alfred with a grunt, muffled down by his shoulder. He had been so close for the last two minutes, sucking Alfred off and touching himself, so the orgasm was a welcomed relief.



His hand started pumping Alfred furiously, and Alfred grabbed him by the head, pulled him in for a deep kiss with his tongue plunged into Arthur\'s mouth. It was a sudden action that caught him by surprise. From Alfred\'s tongue he could taste himself, the metallic fluids of his own, and he moaned husky, moans that were swallowed by the other. He couldn\'t concentrate. His fingers squeezed around Alfred\'s cock, and the man moaned, slapped his hand away and jerked himself off to climax.



Arthur moved a little back and watched as Alfred came, his cum hitting his stomach, slipping down across his fingers. He was still recovering from his own orgasm as he grabbed one of the paper tissues and started to wipe himself off. Alfred slowly followed, grabbed one himself and wiped off his stomach.



"Hah, not bad of a first-timer," he admitted. Arthur snorted.



"I know I have tricks to learn."



"I wasn\'t being sarcastic, ya know…"



"…" Arthur watched Alfred as he got himself all clean. "Why did you kiss me?" Alfred raises a brow.



"Why? Is that a question? Isn\'t it normal to kiss someone?"



"Yeah but.. After you went down on me and all…"



"Do you mind?"



"..not really, no."



"Then it\'s all good, right?" Arthur hesitated, then he smiled slowly and nodded.



"Yeah, I guess." Alfred slipped an arm around his shoulders, leaned in and kissed his cheek. He smiled against his skin. "You\'re such a cute old man."



"I am not old," Arthur mumbled, turning his head and pecking Alfred\'s lips.



"And your ass is not saggy."



"Shut up."



"Okay, then it is saggy, if you prefer it that way."



"Your balls are saggy." Alfred laughed and let go of him, got out of bed as he started to pull his pants back on. Arthur, too, got up standing.



"Could you give me a ride back home? I need to get some papers done before tomorrow."



"Going back to work soon?"



"Yes, I should only show Matthew around for a few days." Arthur hesitated. "…Which I never came around doing. Tomorrow is the last day."



"Well, he has had the time of his life with that boob-girl of his." He slipped on his shirt, watching Arthur trying to fix his crumbled one. "Hey, how about we all four go to lunch tomorrow or something, okay?" Arthur looked up, smiled brightly and nodded.



"Great idea, actually."



"Coming from me?"



"Indeed." He went to the living room to get dressed up again. His underwear was missing. He started crawling around on the floor after them, swearing under his breath. "Just how far can they have went?" He reached in underneath the sofa. Ah, there! He pulled them out, but along with them came a photograph. It was bended, on the side facing him he could see a naked Alfred looking back at the photographer. He snorted. "Of course, more cowboy stuff?" He slipped the underwear on, fixed the picture out to see the whole thing. To see Kiku. Naked. Next to Alfred. Date of the photo in red above.



"Today is Thursday… This was taken… Tuesday… This very, bloody Tuesday we started dating!"



"Do you want more coffee?" Alfred came out from the bedroom. Arthur quickly plunged the photo down into the back of the underwear, not thinking his actions through. He just didn\'t want for Alfred to see it. Something told him he should not know he had seen it.



"No thanks, I just want to get home."



"You look pale - was my cock too much for you to handle?" Alfred laughed. The laughed sounded somewhat disgusting. Arthur quickly slipped on his pants.



"No. I just need to go home. Now."