Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

07: 'Solitary'

Continuous of the same day

"...So what you're telling me is that your boss had the same thing happen to him so he's allowing us to be together under the circumstances we keep quiet?"

"Literally and figuratively," Arthur blushed. "But yes! Isn't it wonderful? I thought we were going to be in so much trouble. Apparently Francis has a rat. Gilbert was his name."
"Yeah. I figured that out in interview."

Arthur curled up in the bed. It was actually a lot nicer than the other beds in the prison. His boss did this on purpose...sneaky bastard.

"Why were you in interview? I'm handling your case, no one else has the ability to interview you."
"Francis was interviewing me. And not about the case. Brought up a little birdie that had been told some things. I only told Gil. You just confirmed my senses."

Alfred sighed, crawling on top of the Brit. The policeman smiled, slowly and deeply kissing the other, wrapping his arms around the American's neck, pulling him closer.

"Don't be so worried about it, my boss said he would take care of Gil and Francis. There's nothing in our way now. We could be with each other without anything stopping us." Arthur cooed, softly kissing Alfred once more.
"You're so relaxed about this," Alfred noticed, slowly pinning Arthur's wrists above his head. Arthur couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "Of course I am. I'm happy. I thought telling my boss was gonna be the worst thing ever but I guess our conversation told us otherwise."

Alfred hummed, kissing along his neck, lightly sucking where other marks were beginning to clear up. "I'm glad we're finally getting that issue out of the way. But I'm sure there'll be more issues later on. There's always more issues." He murmured, palming the other.

Arthur bit his lip, sighing. "If we do face more problems I know I want to face them alongside you." He murmured, tilting his head, a small moan escaping his lips. "Now come on stop being a downer! We have this whole area to ourselves! Let's make the best of it, alright?" He murmured, deeply kissing Alfred.

Alfred smiled, nodding his head, pulling away slowly. He began slipping out of his prison clothes already, getting Arthur out of his uniform slowly, kissing him everywhere to tickle him. Wanna mess around? I'll mess around.

"Dammit Alfred cut it out!" Arthur shrieked, giggling like a little girl as Alfred had begun actually tickling him. A man in his boxers tickling a man in his boxers. Man Alfred was gayer than he originally thought.

Alfred kissed his nose. "But I don't wanna!" He whined, grasping Arthur's sides, sending Arthur into more giggles. "Alfred! Fucking Hell!"

***

"You called me up?" Francis asked, clutching his police cap in his hands tightly. Fuck this man looked pissed.

"You don't work here Bonnefoy. What're you doing here?"
"Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland are having relations that are out of the job professionalises! I'm here to confirm those truths. I have a witness."

"Yes, but that's not necessarily needed. Look, Bonnefoy. This is my damn department and my department doesn't like rats. Go back to your little jail and hide there. Or so help me God won't even know how to reassemble your facial structure? Do you understand me? If you are ever caught interviewing one of my prisoners again you will be in your own personal hell. Is that understood?"

Francis nodded his head quickly, his body trembling.
"Get out of here you lost bitch." Arthur's boss spat, pointing towards his door, Francis darting right out as soon as he could. God it felt good to be a badass.

***

Arthur panted heavily, curling up to Alfred. "We're gonna be okay." He whispered to him, stroking his cheek. "I know we are."

Alfred smiled a little, softly pecking Arthur's lips. "I'm sure." He murmured back, keeping Arthur close to him. "Just stay with me alright? Don't give up on us." The American cooed, Arthur nodded with a small smile, inching closer to Alfred, they kissing gently once more.

"God, this bed is so nice."
"We have a legitimate blanket," Arthur smiled, nuzzling under it, only his eyes being seen. Alfred quietly laughed, kissing Arthur's forehead. "You're so cute, how do you manage this?"

Arthur shrugged, blushing. "It's not like I try to be. I'm a bloody policeman. It's not like I'm modelling."
"You could be a model, you're very attractive."

Arthur hid his face in Alfred chest, squeaking. "Am not. Could not. Shut up Alfred." He mumbled, going redder.
"Well that's not very nice now is it? I don't think that's how you take compliments babe."

"Don't call me that Wanker!" Arthur shrieked out some more, throwing the blanket over him. There, now he's hidden. Because that changed a damn thing.

"Do you not like pet names, baby?" Alfred teased, kissing Arthur's temple.
"Stop it!" Arthur whined, hiding his blushing face once more.

Alfred chuckled, Arthur sitting up and away from Alfred, huffing. "You're mean."
"Aw, I'm not mean you're just denying my cute names for you. That's mean."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he mumbled, crossing his arms.

"Is someone pouting?" Alfred asked with a small laugh, "Fine, how do I make up for being mean to you?" He asked, sighing heavily.

"Hmm...kiss me!" Arthur said with a smile, nodding his head. "Yep, kiss me and hug me. Oh, and tell me I'm the best you've ever had."

Alfred shook his head. "You're so cocky." He mumbled, Arthur moving so he was on top of the younger male. "Well are you going to do it or not?" He asked with a sly smile, meaning into the other.

"Do you know how easily I could fuck you right now?" Alfred asked with a laugh. "Just figured I'd remind you."

"Alfred c'mon," he whined. Alfred laughed some more, kissing Arthur gently. Arthur deepened it, rubbing Alfred, a small moan slipping out before Arthur pulled away.
"That's what you get for stupid comments like that, Wanker." Arthur hummed, getting out of the bed, getting dressed.

Alfred groaned, slipping into his boxers. "So neglectful."
"I just had sex with you. Don't call me neglectful." Arthur mumbled, slipping into his combat boots.

"You're the best I ever had~" Alfred cooed, pulling Arthur back into bed with him. Arthur groaned, Alfred kicking off Arthur's shoes.

"You don't gotta work until later. Don't try leaving me so soon."
"I was going to go get us some food. But fine, starve. See if I care."

Alfred's eyes widened. "Dude! C'mon! You shoulda told me before I dragged you back! What's in the cafeteria today?"

Arthur shook his head. "I meant real food Alfred."
"Like- like McDonald's?"
"McDonald's isn't real food." Arthur defended, shaking his head.
"Realest food I've ever had! Please? It's not like I can have it here!"

Arthur shrugged, wiping his eyes. He got up once more, radioing in that he needed out of solitary. "Fine. I'll get you your crap McDonald's. Their breakfast isn't that bad..."

Alfred looked up at Arthur happily. "Yes! Thanks Artie! You're the best!"
The door opened, Arthur finishing up with getting dressed. "It's Arthur." He mumbled before leaving the room to go get McDonald's of all things.

Damn right I'm the best.