I was tired from a long day of working and I felt bad for Alfred, he had to hide in my home day in and out to make sure he didn't get caught. From this though I felt like a bit of a rebel, it reminded me of my younger days as a teen with my older brothers. We'd run wild around town and do what ever the bloody hell we wanted to. Of course I did get picked on, being the youngest and all, but it was still happy times.
I don't talk to my family anymore and they never visit, I just assume they're all dead or in jail, makes me not worry so much I guess. All I know is that one of my three brothers moved to Scotland and another to Ireland, I know nothing more.
I get snapped out of my daydream when I feel a light and soft feeling on my neck, "Alfred," I say with my eyes closed and a slight smile on my face, "I told you that you need to keep in hiding, you git."
"Awe I know," he replied with a childish voice against my neck, "but I love you too much, I can't help it but come visit you at work. Plus..." he slowly started moving his hands down my body, "no ones here..." He whispered in my ear, "and I've missed you." I put my hands over his, holding them there, just before they past my belt.
"Not now, Alfred." He continues to try to move his hands, "Alfred, I said not now."
"I'm not going to stop until you say it." He smirks as he speaks.
"Say what?"
"It." He smiled as I sighed in a reply.
"Fine." I take a big breath, "alright... I said not now, baby." I mumbled and blushed lightly.
"Awe I love it." The blue eyed American played with my cheeks like and elderly women.
"Stop it." I told him with a death glare. The blonde man stopped and put his hands up in surrender, "thank you."
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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...
