Of Kings and Queens

Villain in your own story

Alfred was panicking. He knew he shouldn't be driving while in such a distressed state but of course that had slipped his mind completely. Green eyes were burned into the back of his skull, eyes that were blazing with life and--oh boy. Oooh boy.

Alfred pinched himself and mentally told himself to watch the road. Don't think about Arthur's silky hair, or his crooked smirk, or his soft pale lips...

Sweeer! Alfred swerved as he realized he was driving in the wrong lane as a car steadily approached him. Alfred checked his speed limit. 65 miles per hour on I5. Alfred let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't speeding, but his heart sure was racing.

Driving early in the morning had it's perks Alfred supposed. For one barely anyone was on the road, so even if Alfred fucked up no one would see it. Well the cops would, but normally they let the famous Alfred F. Jones

Being an Actor had it's perks as well.

But of course the real reason Alfred loved to drive early in the mornings and late afternoons was that no one, absolutely no one was on the road to witness him singing. Alfred was always the first one to show up and the last one to leave. It really did help his work performance, but oh if his boss's only knew why.

Alfred normally sung things from;

"Sweeeet home Alabama!"

To things such as;

"I knew you were trouble when you walked in!"

But today Alfred sat in silence as he drove to his little summer workhouse in LA. Not a sound was made as he parked in his driveway and opened the door.

Matthew and Gilbert were sitting at Alfred's breakfast table and chatting quietly as pancakes and eggs sizzled in a pan on the stove.

Alfred then remembered Matthew was still pissed at him for not blessing their engagement. Alfred really needed to vent though...

"Matthew I--" Just had sex with Arthur
Alfred paused to catch his breath, now gaining the boys attention.

Matthew and Gilbert looked up at him with blank expressions.

"I--" Alfred closed his eyes trying to spit out the words. I just slept with Arthur...
"Spit it out Alfredo Sauce, what'd ya do?" Gilbert narrowed his eyes in anticipation.

"I-I just- I just had--" Alfred stammered and ran his fingers in his hair, pulling and grabbing as his other hand reach up to his lips. "I just kissed--"

Matthew raised an eyebrow and gestured for Alfred to continue.

"I JUST HAD SEX!" Alfred shouted and backed out of the house, slamming the door.

Matthew wouldn't care who Alfred slept with. He would just call him irresponsible and roll his eyes.