How to leave the closet

As they reached Alfred’s flat, the door was open, and the television was fighting for its survival with Matthew’s fingers pressed to the screen while he was screaming his heart out.



“I told you to fucking get that one!” Arthur stopped op outside the door, looking at the man with horror in his eyes. Alfred placed a calming hand on his shoulder as he chuckled.



“Don’t worry – he’s always like that when watching hockey.”



“Oh…”



“Suckers!” Matthew slumped down to sit in front of the television. His lips were stretched in an irritated grimace. Alfred kicked off his shoes before he took a seat next to Matthew.



“Good game?”



“Shitty game.”



“Your team’s losing?”



“My team never loses.” End of discussion. Matthew crossed his arms while following the game closely. His eyes didn’t even wander a bit as Arthur got in and closed the door, taking in the sight of the two of them side by side watching the game. Hockey? He couldn’t think of something more boring that watching sports on television. His gaze quickly flickered around the place again, but he felt uncomfortable getting in without permission. However, it didn’t seem like Alfred was going to give him one, so he slowly took of his shoes and jacket, uncertainly moving to sit in the sofa.



How was Francis going to react when seeing that he hadn’t spent any money on his first day with Matthew? Arthur felt the credit card poke at his leg through the pocket. It suddenly hurt a little, as if it was scratching up his skin. But he had no wallet to hold it in. Arthur’s eyes widened at the thought.



‘That’s true, I still have Matthew’s wallet, and Alfred’s got mine!’ He looked around. His jacket wasn’t on the hanger anymore, and his shoes where nowhere to be seen either. He cleared his throat slightly, getting up as he stretched down to poke Alfred’s shoulder.



“Uh, Alfred, can I speak to you in the kitchen?” Alfred looked up at him with surprised eyes.



“Wha’?”



“I need to know something.” A bright smile took over the younger’s lips.



“Aww, you miss me so much already?” Arthur’s cheeks turned red, and he quickly straightened up with a flustered expression.



“It’s nothing like that!” he hissed, but Alfred just shrugged his shoulders and got onto his feet.



“Sure, man.” They left Matthew with the TV. Arthur threw several looks at the man through the kitchen door, just to make sure he wasn’t following them, before he closed it and turned to Alfred.



“I have his wallet.” Alfred raised his eyebrows.



“What?”



“I’ve got your brothers wallet.”



“You’re some kind of thief?”



“No!” Arthur spluttered, reddening even more. Alfred pushed himself up to sit on the kitchen table, watching him with puzzled eyes. “No, I mean… When I was here last time, I took the wrong jacket. It’s at my flat with Matthew’s wallet in it.”



“Yeah, well, you took the wrong shoes too.” Alfred scratched his neck with a sweet smile. “Those glittery ones are mine.” Arthur sighed:



“I figured that much out myself. But where’s my stuff?”



“Isn’t it out there?”



“No, I looked.” Alfred pushed out his lower lips as he was thinking. He sloped the head to the right, then the left, then the right again, and then he grinned: “Someone must have taken it, then.” Arthur’s heart sank.



“You… You can’t be serious. My wallet is in that jacket!” His face went from red to white within three seconds. His wallet, with all his money and cards and information. Was it really gone? He grabbed Alfred’s shoulders, shaking him slightly as he sent him a panicked look. “Who’ve been here since me? Who could’ve taken it?” Alfred grimaced and pushed Arthur’s hands off of his shoulders.



“Lots of people have been around. I’m a social guy,” he mumbled. He then let go of a heavy groan. “Listen, I’ll ask my friends about it, okay? I’m sure it has to be somewhere. No one steals from me on purpose.”



“Oh, and how can you be so sure, since you just let anyone in?” Arthur snapped. It was meant to be a rude comment, but apparently Alfred didn’t take it that way. He just laughed.



“Because I’m the rich kid, dude! With an old man like mine, no one would dare to do stupid things around me. I can sue their ass off of them!” Arthur blinked.



“They know that Mr. Bonne-… I mean Francis is your father?” he asked surprised. Alfred nodded eagerly.



“Of course they do. How else should I explain having this place and the bike and all, when I’ve never went to college or had a job?” Arthur wetted his lips as he looked down. True – a guy at the same age of Alfred would normally be either busy studying or working, and Alfred seemed to be doing neither.



“So you just hang around here all day?”



“No, sometimes I go out for a fuck.” Arthur gasped. Alfred laughed even louder than before. “Come on, you’re like Matthew, thinking the worst of me! I have friends, and I do all kinds of projects. Like, I’ve directed three porn movies, and-“



“Hold it,” Arthur clapped his shoulder, “that’s still very… gay and perverted. Don’t you ever do anything that has nothing to do with sex?”



“…Eat.”



“For God’s sake…”



“Don’t be unfair,” Alfred pouted, “my hormones are still running like crazy. Of course I’m horny all the time. But I do normal stuff too. Like, watch a movie or work out or cook.”



“You can cook?”



“Well, my dad is French…” He raised a brow with a smirk. Arthur nodded, that made sense. Alfred swung his feet in the air, bumping them against the cupboard underneath while looking extremely bored. Arthur gave his right knee a good push.



“Stop that, it’s not good for the doors.” Alfred’s next foot hammered a bit harder against the cupboard. “Really, Alfred.” He smirked, swung his feet out and slammed them in. “What kind of child are you!”



“A needy one.” He reached out and took a hold of Arthur’s shirt, then spread his legs as he pulled him in to stand between them. Arthur shook his head in embarrassment, pressing his hands against his chest to shove himself free.



“Oh no, not here, not that, not now!”



“I do not understand the word ‘no’,” Alfred snickered, easily pulling the protesting Arthur to him. His legs locked around the other, and he leaned in to snuggle his nose with Arthur’s. “Aww, ya’re such a cute man.”



“I… I believe we lost track of the original conversation,” Arthur stuttered lowly.



“Who cares?” Alfred gazed into Arthur’s green eyes. Arthur felt his body heat up in excitement. There was something erotic about just standing this close, feeling the younger’s warm body and his breathe tickling across his lips. As he stepped in closer, so that their chests were pressed together, he could feel Alfred’s heart beat steadily. His own was rapidly jumping away. Alfred chuckled, narrowing his eyes a little. “It’s like a teenage movie,” he mumbled. Arthur closed his eyes.



“Oh, how is that?”



“The two main characters lust for each other, there’s a person in the room next door, but they just can’t keep their hands to themselves no more.” Arthur’s eyes widened as he was reminded of Matthew, and he wriggled to get free of Alfred’s strong hold.



“Alfred, as I said, not now, not here. Especially not with your brother-“



“Like he cares, I’ve had sex while he was sleeping next to us.”



“Well, I haven’t!” A smile widened on Alfred’s lips. Arthur shook his head. “And no, I’m not going to!”



“Aww…”



“Don’t give me that, just let go.”



“But we were getting to the good part,” Alfred complained, still pressing Arthur to him. He leaned in to kiss his cheek, and then he slowly licked his tongue across his ear. “You’re so flustered and cute and edible,” he murmured, making Arthur tense up, “and I didn’t cum the last time, so you kinda owe me one.”



“That’s ridiculous,” Arthur whispered, “you can’t reason that way.”



“But I am,” Alfred smiled, gliding his lips down to the corner of Arthur’s mouth. “Please,” he mumbled, tilting his head and giving the bottom lip a short suck, “just a little snuggling.”



Arthur’s body was getting weaker and weaker. He couldn’t resist. Hell, he didn’t want to. Alfred’s words were getting to him; his brain didn’t want to make up an excuse for Arthur to run as he did earlier. For he felt pretty good. Right there in Alfred’s arms, he felt really, really good. What kind of man wouldn’t allow himself a little joy once in a while?



“Okay,” Arthur gave in, shortly pecking Alfred’s lips, “just a little…”



“That’s my man, alright.” Alfred’s hands slipped down Arthur’s back, nudging him to come even closer. Arthur felt he was drowning in the scent of Alfred. He clenched onto his back and could feel every movement of the other, how his muscles flexed underneath his fingers as he moved. He hadn’t really thought about it earlier, but now that Alfred had mentioned working out, it became pretty clear to him just how much time the guy had to be spending on his body. He seemed strong, young and strong and manly and oh-how-Arthur’s-mouth-watered.



“Like what ya feel?” Alfred teased, but Arthur could only smile and press his forehead to his shoulder, hiding his grin.



“Yeah,” he admitted. Alfred’s hands grabbed around his ass, giving it a short squeeze that made Arthur yelp.



“I like my share too,” he chuckled.



“If you think I’m going to-“



“Stop making assumptions,” Alfred hushed, before he grabbed a handful of Arthur’s hair and wrenched his head backwards. He took a short look at him, and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to his in a hungry kiss. Arthur wasn’t going to back down this time. He responded by slipping his hands into Alfred’s messy, blonde hair, and he pushed the other in to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth for his tongue. There was no battle for dominance; Alfred had his tongue slipping over Arthur’s in no time, creeping round his mouth to lick up every taste of sweet tea and smoke. Arthur was panting into the kiss, gazing into Alfred’s eyes as the other felt up his body.



Alfred still had his legs locked around him. Seated in the right position, he could lean a little in and grind their crotches together, receiving even heavier breathes from Arthur. It made him smirk. He liked this kind of game. He was always a winner.



“Fuck, ya’re hot, standing there, panting,” he whispered, pressing light, wet kisses all over Arthur’s face, “it’s really getting to me. Feel, ya?” Alfred grabbed one of Arthur’s wrists, leading his hand to his groin. Arthur licked his lips as he threw a short look down.



“Oh, that’s right, I do owe you one, don’t I?” he smiled vainly. Though Arthur wasn’t all that experienced with being with another man, he was one himself, and he knew how it had felt to be a horny bloke just longing to be jerked off. And he didn’t mind, really, he didn’t mind helping Alfred out here. As long as he was the one controlling the situation, things wouldn’t get out of hand, so he gave Alfred a short kiss before leaning his forehead against his shoulder, so he could follow his own movements.



Arthur zipped down his pants, freeing Alfred’s cock. It twitched slightly as the heated skin made contact with the cool air, and Arthur grabbed around the base to hold it still, before he slowly started moving his hand, warming him up. Alfred leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs a little more to give Arthur more room. He watched him as his hand slowly pumped up and down his shaft, fingers only shortly lingering at the good spot right underneath his cockhead.



“You don’t have to tease,” he murmured in a dark tone, not keen on waiting, not able to wait. “Just get to it.” Arthur nodded, speeding up his movements. With his other hand he grabbed around the cockhead, pulling the foreskin back until the head glistened with presperm. Alfred groaned in satisfaction, slipping a little down of the table while closing his eyes, whispering encouraging words to Arthur. Arthur felt weak. It was like a porn movie. He was really going to get Alfred off. He. An older male! It shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did, but he couldn’t help it and started to jerk him off faster. Alfred’s cock was throbbing with excitement as he was reaching his orgasm, and finally he came in Arthur’s hand with a groan, thrusting a little op as the cum oozed from his slip.



Arthur slowly let go of Alfred’s cock, holding his dirtied hands a good distance away from his shirt. Alfred laughed breathless and nodded towards the sink. While Arthur washed his hands, he slipped down the table, dried himself off in a napkin before pulling the pants back up. “That was nice,” he admitted, leaning down to peck Arthur’s cheek. “I thought you were to uptight to do such.”



“Not really,” Arthur mumbled, cheeks still shiny red, “I am a man after all. It’s just… I thought you were going to take me or something…”



“Oh, I can arrange that-“



“Not here, not with Matthew outside the door!” Arthur dried his hands off in the towel, rolling his eyes. “Jesus.”



“If ya’ve been totally gay, ya would’ve been on your knees, sucking me off while begging me for a fuck,” Alfred said nonchalantly, checking his nails for any damage. Arthur turned to look at him with horrified eyes.



“Do not expect that kind of action from me. If I am to do anything, it is in a bed, and it’s not until I know you better.” Alfred slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, smiling a little.



“Then that would mean we have to go out on a real date, right? Like in the movies.”



“Going on about teenage movies again?”



“Hey, they’re cool!” Alfred scratched his cheek as he looked up into the ceiling. “No, but really, like, out to dine and stuff, right? Isn’t that your kind of thing?” He looked at Arthur, who had to nod. It was more his kind of thing. A quiet dinner and a nice talk, a long walk home through the city. Maybe while it was raining, so they could share an umbrella and a little kiss and-… Alfred could see on his expression how he was dreaming away. He grinned and clapped his shoulder. “Then that’s a deal, we’ll do that, uhm… Tomorrow?” Arthur hesitated.



“But my job is to show Matthew around.”



“He knows the place already.”



“True, but…”



“Hey, he won’t mind.” Alfred kicked the door into the living room open, looking out at Matthew who was still sitting watching the hockey game. “You won’t mind, will you?”



“Not at all,” Matthew said, leaning back with his gaze still fixed at the telly. Arthur blinked.



“Do you even know what he’s talking about?”



“Yeah,” Matthew said, shrugging his shoulders, “the walls are thin, I’ve been hearing all that’s been going on out there. Nice job, bro’.” He sent Alfred a thump up. Alfred laughed. Arthur was about to faint.



“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered, leaning against a wall as he hid his face behind an arm. “It’s just too much…”



“Not enough if I know Alfred,” Matthew commented shyly. Arthur shook his head in a violent move, then he quickly left the kitchen and went for his jacket. He grabbed it ( - made sure it was the right one), then pulled on his shoes ( - the right ones), and looked back at Alfred.



“I… I will be seeing you tomorrow, then,” he said with the sternest voice he could manage, which didn’t match his red cheeks and shaking pupils. He couldn’t make himself look at Matthew, so he just turned his back to him as he said: “I assume the two of you can figure something out with the rest of the day.”



“Hey, Arthur, wait!” Alfred stumbled through the room over to him, grabbing him by the arm as he opened the door. He handed him a small note with a number. “So you can call me about tomorrow when you get home, right?” he smiled. Arthur took the note with a small nod.



“Yeah, thanks.”



“You can find your way home from here, right?” Arthur seemed to hesitate, but he just nodded again.



“I’ll find a cab.”



“Great.”



“Great.” They looked at each other. Arthur felt he should give the other a small kiss as a goodbye, but that would probably be considered too emotional and old. Alfred wondered if he should kiss Arthur goodbye, but that would probably be considered too emotional and young. So they just stood there, awkwardly staring at each other before they somehow ended up giving hands.



“See ya,” Alfred nodded.



“Yeah, bye.” And the door closed. Arthur looked at his hand with a weird expression. “…Just what was that?” he pondered out loud. Seconds later he heard the sound of clapping, and Matthew’s voice:



“You’re so awkward, like teenagers in love!” Arthur blushed and quickly got down the stairs.



Teenager? No. In love? Not in such a short time. But Alfred was nice. Nice, nice, nice.



Nice.