"Alfred, why am I naked?" I asked him drunkenly.
He laughs before speaking, "you're not naked, dude, you have boxers on." There was a slight pause before he asked, "do you want to be?"
"Huh? Want to be what?" I asked him confused and I rubbed my eyes.
"Naked..." my eyes go wide and I stare at him, "well?"
"Bloody hell man, why would you asked me something so ridiculous!" I began to freak out drunkenly.
"Woah, dude calm down." He tells me as I continue to yell at him and he goes into the bed beside me, "Arthur, seriously, it's okay. I think you just need to sleep." I turn my head to him and check him out, all of a sudden my mind set changed and I smiled slightly, "uh, you okay, British dude?" Alfred asked with a bit of worry in his eyes.
"We should do something..." I tell him as I grab onto his tie and pull myself up so I'm sitting.
"Like what?" He raises an eyebrow, now a bit confused.
"Like, let's do stuff, you know?" I start to take off his tie without thinking.
"A-Artie, what are you doing?" Alfred stuttered, watching me as I unbutton the top few buttons of his white dress shirt.
"Shh..." I lean in really close to the blondes face, our noses almost touching, "you know what?"
"What?" Alfred smirks slightly.
"You... you should kiss me." I tell him as I finish unbuttoning his shirt and I grab both ends of his undone tie and pull them slightly. Alfred chuckles lightly, "what?" I ask.
"Well, why would I do that?" He asks me in a teasing voice.
"Because I want you too?" He laughs slightly again and puts his hands on my hips, I blush lightly, "oh... okay..." he moves his head to the left side on my face and I could feel his breath on my neck, making me shiver.
"How badly do you want me to kiss you?" He whispers into my ear and I close my eyes and bite my lip. I hear his chuckle from in front on me and then I feel I finger rub my bottom lip, making me stop biting it, "I'm guessing very badly." He says in a sexy American accent then I feel something get closer to my face and Alfred's hand lifts my head up with his hand, "am I right?" I could feel his mouth move from in front of mine.
"Y-yes..." I reply.
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Betting on Love(USUK)
FanfictionArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
