Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

3rd Person's POV

The skin slapping was always the same. It was always so intoxicating and addicting for the both of them. The sweat dripping from the American boy's forehead and onto the Brit's. The sweet kissing, then the rough. The lip bites and the neck kisses.
It was always so consistent. But it wasn't so consistent it was boring. It was still so bright and sensual.

And the noises the pair made. From the grunts to the loud curses as the larger boy pounded into the other harder. Deeper. Just like what the other wanted. The screams of names were always so addicting. They needed more. They always got more.
It was fair, always fair.

And it would always end the same way too. The raising of the voices as they shivered, or well, the bottom boy shivered, welcoming the new feeling into new places. They'd collapse, tired messes next to each other.
They'd barely be able to breathe, getting over the high from the ecstasy. They'd breathe out their "I love you" and fall asleep. I love you being their only pillowtalk ever.

Sure it was most of the time, more or less the same. But they sure loved the hell out of what they were doing.

Alfred's POV

I woke up and looked at a tuckered out Arthur sleeping soundly next to me. The hotel bed did his sleeping some good.
And I did him some good too last night, heh.
No shame, none.

I looked at the sure-to-be-sore thing and put my hand through his hair, still sweaty. My eyes travelled down to his wrists, a little irritated.
Handcuffs must've been a little too tight.

I yawned and got out of bed, knowing I'd have to leave soon, I took a quick shower. Still not enough to cleanse me of all of last night's sins.

I just hope our hotel neighbors don't completely hate us.
Two days of nonstop sex is most likely two nights of nonstop sleep for them. If anyone was checking out the rooms for say... These were high quality rooms. Big ones too. Fuck it I'll call it a small suite really.
But like I've previously stated, Francis has money. Lots of it too. I loved being spoiled.

I collected my things in a bag and sighed, writing a note for Arthur. He just needed to sleep in, I'd been kind of overworking him the last couple days since we'd gotten here four days ago.

I finished writing the note and left it on the counter on the small kitchen and left the door of the room, heading to the studio for a long day.

Arthur's POV

I woke up and felt Alfred had left the bed. I'd figured he'd went downstairs... Oh wait we're in Hollywood. That's right. Maybe he went to the living room area and was watching the telly?
I got up, much to my body's demise and walked -limped- into the living room area. Seeing nothing, or anyone for the matter. I was a bit confused, then I checked the time.
1:08 PM?
Jesus. That's way oversleeping. I saw a piece of paper on the counter and grabbed it. I yawned, looking for food in the fridge, I saw Alfred had brought doughnuts for me sitting next to the note. Ah it'll have to do.. I decided to sit on the couch with the doughnut and read Alfred's note over:

Hey Arthur, I hope you actually found this! So...I went to the studio because you looked really tired and I didn't want to overexert you. So I let you sleep, if you still want to go see me get pictures taken of me you can come but I think it would be best if you best stayed home and rested yourself up for me when I get home~ Alright gotta go I'm probably late..
Shit I am late. Fuck. Now I'm just wasting my time! Am I still writing? God Alfred stop!
Alright love you! Bye!