A Bought Boyfriend (USUK)

Chapter 2: Moving In

Arthur happily glided into his bed, burying into the caramel colored sheets and holding them in his hands tightly. There were perks to being the prince's "boyfriend". Pulling his arms back to his thin torso, he flopped onto his back, shedding the heavy jacket from his body, letting a breath exit himself.

"Enjoying yourself?" A voice caused Arthur's head to snap towards the sound, eyebrows furrowing together. "I figured." Alfred leant against the door, blue tie undone and hanging off his rather broad shoulders.

"Shut up." Arthur sat up in the new king sized bed, leaning against the many purple pillows that complimented the room greatly. "We switch on and off." He referenced the floor with a small gesture with his head. "There."

"Aww, dude, I'm royalty. I'm not used to the floor! You may be, god..." The Amin boy was obviously back now, attitude lightened from the dinner they had just attended. At the end, they were gifted with a new, shared room for the both of them. The endowment had been given by his distant cousins, who lived in a separate castle not two days later.

"You're an idiot." Arthur rolled his eyes playfully, taking off his shoes and long socks. "Uh." He looked around. "Where are my clothes?" He asked, opening a drawer that had been filled with Alfred's clothing.

"They'll get here tomorrow." Alfred shrugged, shoving him out of the way. "I need my stuff." The larger man grabbed underwear, a t-shirt, and pajama pants bought new as well.

Arthur, irritated with the amount of unmannered behavior Alfred was showing, was shocked by the move his "boyfriend" had just made. "Excuse you!" The East Amin spoke, shoving Alfred back harshly so he dropped his items, and lost his stepping.

The butler glared down at him, somewhat pleased with the results. He noticed Alfred moving a bit to lean on his elbow, turning away. He picked up his feet one by one until he made it to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

"Hey!" The prince was quickly on his feet, pounding on the door in fear of a cold shower. "Get out! I wanted it first!" The water slowly clicked on, and he groaned, hearing the new punk songs blare through his radio built into the wall to block out noises.

The green eyed, slim man stripped his clothes, listening to the new song come on. He stepped in, the cold floor shocking him a bit, but he moved more in once it became heated. He let the water soak his hair and wet his body, scrubbing soap on as he sang along loudly.

"It started on a weekend in May, I was looking for attention. Needed intervention. Felt somebody looking at me. With a powder white complexion. Feeling the connection." Arthur closed his eyes, scrubbing the shampoo in his hair. "The way she looked was so ridiculous. Every single step had me waiting for the next, before I knew it, it was serious. Dragged me out the bar to the backseat of a car. When the lights go out. She’s all I ever think about. The picture burning in my brain. Kissing in the rain. I can’t forget my English love affair! Today, I’m seven thousand miles away. The movie playing in my head. Of her king size bed. Means I can’t forget my English love affair! My English love affair!"

Alfred could no longer stand the thought of Arthur using his touch screen radio for himself, but dammit, it was theirs. Theirs. What a stupid word. Sighing, he flopped down on the aureate comforter to think through the entire thing. What had happened today.

Arthur and Alfred had arrived in almost opposite colored suits, hands pressed together and fingers intertwined and plastic smiles on their faces, advancing forward together. The whole room- which was filled with a rather lot of people- halted at the sight of their Prince and his boyfriend entering the party. It had been three weeks since the wedding had been interrupted by the sudden confession.

"Next thing we were back at her place. A hideaway in Mayfair. All the great and good there. Drinking all the way to third base. Princes getting naked. Falling on their faces. The storyline was so ridiculous. Every single step had me begging for the next. Before I knew it, it was serious. Dragged me up the stairs and it wasn’t ending there." Alfred heard Arthur's voice mix with the original artists' voices. "When the lights go out, she’s all I ever think about. The picture burning in my brain. Kissing in the rain. I can’t forget my English love affair! Today, I’m seven thousand miles away. The movie playing in my head. Of her king size bed. Means I can’t forget my English love affair!"

Tense stares were given as the silence grew, Arthur hiding behind Alfred's arm. Internally, he rolled his eyes, only to be tapped on the shoulder. His green eyes met sapphire blue ones, much like Alfred's.

"Gwen! How are you?" Alfred turned to face her once the music continued on. Arthur released Alfred's arm, groaning a bit but not audible enough for anyone to hear.

"Hi there!" The brunette smiled, "I've been good, this is my husband, I believe you met once. Alfred, this is Garth." She gestured to the red head beside her.

"Ah! Nice to meet you again, sir." Alfred flashed that million dollar smile, shaking the gingers hand lightly. "Gwen, Garth, this is Arthur." He wrapped a hand around Arthur's waist, yanking him to his chest, muttering something close to his ear.

"Pleasure to meet you, Princess Gwen, Prince Garth." Arthur shook Garth's hand, kissing the princess' hand like he had been taught if he were to meet her.

"We have a gift for you, since your parents have not yet accepted the two of you." Garth smiled a bit, not fictitious like the two "lovers" in front of him.

"We have a room set up for you to live in, inside our castle!" Gwen chirped, giggling slightly in excitement. Both men gaped, and were prepared to talk.

"P-Princess Gwen, that's very kind but-" Arthur beat Alfred to it.

"No no, we insist!" The woman wearing a green dress held tightly to her husband. "We have both of your items on the way to our castle. You will come along home with us." She beamed happily. Acting very pleased, the two agreed and thanked the married couple.

Arthur's body was now getting scrubbed, hair and eyebrows washed. (A/N: Yes he washes his eyebrows, deal.) "When I got out I knew, that nobody I knew would be believing me. I look back now and know, that nobody could ever take the memory. When the lights go out, she’s all I ever think about. The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain. I can’t forget my English love affair! Today, I’m seven thousand miles away! The movie playing in my head of her king size bed. Means I can’t forget my English love affair! My English love affair! My English love affair!"  Arthur rinsed his body, stepping out and drying himself off. Searching, he called a servant from the radio, the small icon in the corner in any screen. "Hello! May I have some pajamas since my clothes have not yet arrived? Thank you!"

He waited patiently, eventually getting a shirt and pants that were a size too big. He groaned, seeing Alfred asleep on the bed. This was going to get old.