Drums and a Forlorn Guitar (RusAme CH)

Chapter One: False

The edges of his pelvis tingled, not the gross all-so-glorifed parts, the parts people tend to objectify like toys, but the actual bones, the muscles around them, the mountainous ridges that went along his sides. That's the part that was tingling.

His skin was on fire, bursting at the seams, the tickilish feeling so overwhelming he felt like crying as Russia pressed up against him, jean shorts irritatingly in the way. His hands were firmly planted on the wall, his forehead having more skin-to-skin contact with the worn brick wall then they were. He was grinding hard onto his rear, his rough hands hugging tight across America's chest, blisters and calloused palms scraping his soft and delicate skin painfully, as if they wished to tear a hole through.
Russia's chin dug into his neck, huffing out through his nose like a frustrated dog. His cock rubbing repeatedly between his legs, in and out, in and out, in and out.

The warmth was insane, his thighs felt like they were burning, suffering from the flames of hell. Hot breaths of air were pumping out near his jawline, his back engulfed in worn fabric and the excruciating heat of another's body. The alley was cold, but to them it felt like the tropics. His hands and stomach felt like knives were harshly slicing across. His friend's rough hands and the walls sharp edges. Russia let out a gentle moan, gritting his teeth.

"God, why" America muttered under his breath, almost sarcastic. Russia squeezed him in response, one of his hands sliding down towards his waist. He stuck his hand through and gripped America's cock, the owner instantly clamped his thighs shut. Movement paused as he prepared himself.

Sex in an alleyway, where have i gone wrong? He thought to himself. A desperate and questioning whine sounded right by his ear, begging for the act to resume. He nodded and spread his legs wide, the hand remained firmly clasped around his cock. He tossed his hair to the side and glanced down. Russia's hand covered the gap between his legs like a glove, as if it was always meant to be there. Heat spiked and he stifled a fluttering sound of pleasure. His friend grinned and pressed his head against the other's.

"Never thought I'd do this" he whispered, gentle breaths caressing America's neck.
"There's a lot of things you wouldn't do if I wasn't here"

The other responded by tightening his grip. America heard a slight rustling from behind, and soon felt long, uncovered flesh meet his similarly clothed cock. He let out a faint chuckle, "you take your time don't you?"

"I don't want to frighten you, and I don't want your loudmouth giving us away" Russia hissed.
"L-loudmouth?" he recited, pushing the other away as he turned to face him, "I don't fucking care! taking your goddamn time to make me squirm" he shoved the other down and slid his jeans down to the knees. Russia's eyes held traces of wonder, although not tearing away from his waist, he could sense a deep respect for the other. A virgin.
America plopped down, Russia's cock making home inches away from the desired destination. It graced his stomach gently. Russia let out a pained grunt and squirmed slightly.

"Goddamnit that hurt! this is cement you dig my body into" he complained. America sighed.
"Would you like me to slow down?" he dragged out, frustrated the burning need unquenched. Russia nodded and gave him a weak shrug. He looked up at him, his hair shuffled to the side. America distracted himself by the painfully obvious virgin and traced the other's cock instead, hoping it would shift this slow-paced moment into a quicker one. He had many reasons.

Russia reached up with his hand, but was intercepted by his own, precum laced around his fingertips.

"Stop it, your getting attached. This is a one time thing" he warned, but his friend merely sighed and dropped his hand to the ground. America lifted himself up a tinge to righten himself, he eased down, Russia's thick cock sliding within him, it was bigger than expected, and he struggled to fit it all. The cock felt warm and hot, it stretched his insides this way and that. He let out a shaky moan, Russia also looked pleased, his nails tapping the ground like an annoying typewriter.
He panted from the effort of squishing it up there, at least Russia was happy. He exhaled a slight laugh, and smiled down at the man. A bright smile followed back.