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Hiccups (Short Lemon- UsUk)

Warnings: Smut, language

Summary: Al and Arthur are watching Back to the Future but Artie gets hiccups. Alfred helps him get rid of them.

Word count: 1,297

Estimated read time: 7 minutes

Arthur's POV

Alfred shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth, staring wide-eyed at the TV screen while he watched a movie. 

I looked at him fondly, not paying any attention to Back to the Future, which was playing out on the screen. He looked adorable like that, enraptured in the story. 

"Chocolate?" I offered, extending a bar to my boyfriend. We were big on snacks during movie night. 

Alfred startled as if he had forgotten I was there. "Oh, yeah! Thanks!"

He took it from me and unwrapped it, biting off a big chunk and returning his gaze to the characters. 

He loved this movie, though I didn't particularly know why. Personally, I found it unrealistic, but it was adorable when his face lit up at the mention of it, so I let him pick this time. 

I looked back to the screen, trying to concentrate, but after watching this 1,000 times, it was hard. How he managed to be equally entertained every time baffled me. 

I hiccuped and scowled. I hated hiccups.

My phone chirped to let me know I had a tweet. I opened it up. Ew, not Francis again.

Hiccup.

I decided to ignore Francis and read through the news headlines instead.

Hiccup.

An ad for a Buzzfeed quiz popped up. Did I want to know what kind of sea creature I was in a past life?

Hiccup.

Well, I didn't have anything better to do.

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

I was a crab. 

Hiccup.

Alfred huffed and turned to look at me. "Do you need some water?"

"No, I'm good."

Hiccup.

"Try holding your breath," he suggested, going back to the movie. 

"Okay. Sorry if I'm distracting you."

"It's alright."

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

Alfred was drumming his fingers on the armrest while watched. That was a bad sign. My hiccups were annoying him.

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

He turned to face me again.

I felt bad. "Sorry, I can go if-"

Alfred pressed his lips against mine, moving his hands to the bottom of my spine to pull me in closer. He lifted me onto his lap, kissing aggressively and nipping at my bottom lip.

I hummed and returned the kiss, bringing my hands to his hair, twiddling the ends of it between my fingers. This wasn't what I was expecting. Not that I was complaining.