fireman Sam oneshots

Arnold x Elvis- sober?

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“Why did I ever agree to this?” Arnold questioned himself out loud as he sat quietly at the bar sighing. “Come on arnold it's not that bad,” a tall ginger man said turning his attention off the blonde headed woman dancing with her brown headed friend to the man by the side of him. Arnold scoffed as he looked at sam “maybe not for you. You know I hate bars with all those intoxicated people just looking for their next piece of fun!” Arnold exclaimed towards Sam having to shout over the blaring music that was muffling their voices. “Lighten up a bit Arnold, have some fun,” Sam said cheerfully, he winked at arnold before pushing himself of the bar walking away towards Penny who had stopped dancing.

Arnold watched his friend disappear it to the crowd. The bar was packed with flashing lights and blaring music. Arnold was really out of his comfort zone here and didn't he half know about it. The brown-headed man sat alone but not for long as a raven-headed man came stumbling up to him, sloppily sitting down on the stool next to Arnold holding a beer bottle in his right hand. “Have er drink. It really good. Trust meh. Damn your gorgeous,” Elvis said as a river of words flooded out of his mouth, holding the brown beer bottle out for Arnold to take. “Bloody hell Elvis! How much have you had to drink!” Arnold exclaimed. “This is the reason i don't drink that crap. It's literally poison in a bottle. Do you know how many diseases and illnesses you can get from that stuff!” He continued to rant at the the blue eyed man who didn't even pay attention. Arnold noticed how the man didn't even react to what he had said. He shook his head in disappointment. “Come on, i think it's time to go home,” arnold announced grabbing his stuff before grabbing his drunk friend by the arm pulling him out of the bar before he could protest.

The music was just as loud outside the bar as it was inside. 'How on earth do people sleep around here,’ arnold thought to himself as he loosened his grip on elvis. “Come on Elvis I'll walk you home,” arnold anocced as he started to walk in the direction of elvis’ home. 'This is going to be a long night,’ the brown headed man thought to himself sighing. He turned around to check if Elvis was ok only to see his dark headed friend on the floor. 'Yep, a very long night indeed,’ he thought to himself before walking towards his friend. “Tis floor...is just so look comfy,” elvis stated closing his eyes. Arnold shook his head at the fully grown man sprawled out on the floor and laughed. “Come on Elvis, i can assure you your bed is a much comfortable option,” arnold started pulling the man up off the floor. Putting elvis’ arm around his neck as they started the long journey home to elvis’ house. They walked in silence for what seemed like hours as Elvis moaned, groaned and tugged at Arnold. Arnold tried his best to ignore his friend, walking in a peaceful harmony. “I love you arnold, more than just da friend,” elvis admitted out of the blue. Arnold was shocked, his cheeks were a dark shade of red, he had always loved the man and to hear him say that he loved him made is heart skip a beat even if he was drunk. ‘He probably only means it in a friend way,’ he thought to himself. “Your drunk elvis you dont know what your on about,” he replied back to the confession. Elvis looked down at the floor the floor sadly. “I'm not drunk. ‘M totally sober,” elvis slurred. “Yeah totally,” arnold said sarcastically. Arnold continued to walk just as he felt something drop onto his hand. He quickly looked up and noticed it was starting to rain. “Ahh just great. Rain. Really what we need!” Arnold exclaimed frustrated as the rain started to get heavy soaking the pair. “Screw it you can stay over mine for the night. I ain't walking home in this,” arnold announced changing directions practically dragging elvis behind him as he speed walked all the way home. Elvis not even having a say in the situation but he didn't complain.

The pair had arrived at arnolds house just in time as the rain bucketed down bouncing of the cold concrete floor. By now the pair were shivering. Arnold kicked off his shoes as Elvis sloppily did the same before Arnold pulled him upstairs towards his bedroom. “Here you can sleep in here tonight,” arnold offered the raven headed man. Elvis smiled warmly at him before flopping down of the comfy bed in content. “Soooo comfy!” Elvis exclaimed laughing. Arnold shook his head and walked toward his wardrobe grabbing a two pairs of pjs a blue set and a red set. “Here is some pj's you can borrow. I'm gonna go get changed in the bathroom,” arnold explained handing elvis the blue set before grabbing his red set of pj's and heading towards the bathroom. Arnold quickly done what he needed to and started to get changed only to realise he had forgot his shirt. He quickly flushed a Deep shade of red at the thought of having to go into a room with elvis half naked. “Why did i have to take the washing down earlier for,” Arnold mumbled regretting taking all the washing down earlier that day. “Looks like i haven't got any other choice,” he said putting is head in his palms. “Oh god why!” Arnold exclaimed walking out of his bathroom towards his bedroom. “Please say he's asleep,” he muttered walking into the room. He raised an eyebrow at the empty room. Where the bloody hell was elvis? Arnold started to walk towards the middle of the room where the bed was when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist pulling his back closer to a warm bare chest. Arnold jumped at the sudden contact spinning around to look at his attacker. “For god sake Elvis! You scared the living hell out of me!” arnold exclaimed as elvis hugged the smaller man making his face a beetroot red. “Sorry. I really missed ya, I thought ya left meh. Your so cute ya like a big cuddly teddy bear,” elvis mumbled squeezing the smaller man. “1 i would never leave you two i am not your teddy bear!” arnold exclaimed trying to escape his grasp. “Come on, it's time for bed,” arnold said soothingly untangling himself from Elvis’ tight grasp. Elvis flopped back onto the bed like he had done before as Arnold turned the main light off and wandered over to the bed to turn the bedside lamp off. “Night elvis,” arnold whispered walking away. Just as he was walking away elvis quickly grab the small mans wrist pulling him onto the bed spooning him, pulling him close to his chest, snuggling his head into the crook of arnolds neck with his arms wrapped around his petite waist. “Elvis i swear to god if you don't let me go I will kill yo-” arnold started trying to free himself From the taller man's grasp but was quickly cut of by elvis. “Night arnold, love you baby,” elvis whispered into his ear calmly. Arnold laid there in shock. Elvis was so drunk he was definitely going to have a raging hangover in the morning. After a while of fighting a now unconscious elvis, arnold finally let exhaustion take over him as he enjoyed the moment falling into a peaceful sleeps.

The sun shined bright the next morning on the two figures as they laid down in a deep peaceful sleep. It wasn't long before arnold begun to stir as the events from yesterday came back to him. Arnold rolled over to face Elvis smiling. “Oh elvis you really are a pain aren't you,” arnold said giggling quietly. Arnold laid there silently for a couple of minute before he confessed something that surprised himself. “I love you elvis,” arnold whispered gently. “Bloody hell i thought i was gonna have to pretend I was drunk again before i would hear you finally say those words,” a voice said causing arnold to jump out of his skin. “Elvis! You mean!” Arnold exclaimed playfully slapping the man's arm. Elvis finally opened his eyes looking deep into Arnold's one's “told you i was sober,” elvis confessed. “I hate you!,” arnold muttered playfully. “you love me really,” elvis muttered smiling. “more than you know,” arnold replied snuggling closer to the man.