AU- human

Summery- Antonio is the only one who knows about Alfred's crush on the student council president, Arthur. Well being the amazing friend that he is sets the two up at his party. Alcohol is involved. What could go wrong?
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"Hey Al!" A certain Spaniard called the blond American just before he left the locker room to head home. After a long game against the rival school all the blond American wanted to do was go home and sleep. Alfred sighed before he turned around and smiled as his friend rushed over to him. "You're going to my party later right?"

"Sure, wouldn't miss it."

'Sleep could wait' Alfred thought as he replied with a smile. He and Antonio walked out of the locker room talking about the party and the next game.

The two football players enjoyed talking until Alfred spotted Arthur down on his knees picking up some papers and he stopped mid sentence. His jaw tensed and his face flushed red.

It was late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to set. And because Arthur was by a large window the sun setting made his hair look like gold. His pale skin almost shined in the light from the window. Antonio looked at Alfred confused, but then he smiled.

It was a secret that Alfred had a crush on Arthur. No one knew about this exept for Antonio. The two where friends since the first grade and Alfred trusted him the most to keep a secret.

Arthur Kirkland was a exchange student from the UK. He started when Alfred was a freshman. Though because he was a year older Alfred was too scared to talk to him. So he just admired the older but smaller blond from a far.

It was the first week when Arthur transfer that Alfred noticed how cute he was. He and his friends decided to sneak in and swim in the schools pool. It was all going good and the boys were having a fun time in the pool until Arthur and a janitor stopped them. When Alfred climed out of the pool he noticed how Arthur was starting at him. He smiled when he sow how red Arthur was from seeing his shirtless.

Alfred snapped out of his daydream when Antonio pocked him on the shoulder which made him jump slightly.

"Alfred you're as red as a tomato, you need to go talk to him."

"What! N-no I couldn't-"

"You can't just look at him your whole life. You have to talk to him."

"I can't. What if I freeze up? Or say something stupid? I don't want him to think I'm an idiot!"

"You're acting like a girl in love." The Spaniard sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He looked at his friend and decided to take matters into his own hands. With a bright smiled on his face he walked over to Arthur and kneeled down, helping him with the papers. Alfred stood there in the hall, dumbfounded and scared of what his friend will do. He watched the two talk, at one moment Arthur wrinkle his noise at something Antonio said. He frowned but nodded his head in agreement. When the two were done cleaning the papers they stood and Antonio came back with a grin as Arthur turned and left in the other direction.

"Arthur said he'll come tonight to the party and I, being the amazing friend that I am, just set you two up."

~~~

So when the blond came home he let his bag drop to the floor and he collapsed on his bed.

He was going to talk to Arthur...

Could he even do that? What if he messes it up and Arthur never wants to see him again?

'Crap, I need to shower!' Alfred thought as he jumped off his bed and ran to the bathroom.

He arrived a bit early. Antonio just smiled and told him to relax and to not be that nearves. So Alfred found a quiet corner and before he knew it the party started.

People flooded in fast that he lost count of when it actually started. But soon enough loud music played and people danced.

Alfred frowned as he watched the dance floor. He was leaning against the wall in a uncrowded place in the house. He sighed and took a sip of his red cup that he was given by Gilbert.

He wanted to go and fine Arthur but he was too scared. It was like his legs where rooted down in place. He wanted to talk to him but he was so scared of doing something stupid that he couldn't move.

'Man I'm pathetic...' He thought, he finished his drink and pushed himself off of the wall reluctantly.

Antonio told him to wait here for Arthur, he did as he was told, but as minutes turned into hours the American gave up. Feeling dejected and thirsty for more alcohol he made his way to the kitchen to get another beer. When he walked into the kitchen he was surprised to see Francis, Gilbert, and Arthur sitting on the counter top of the kitchen island.

"Arthur?" Alfred asked confused, completely forgetting his fear of talking to Arthur.

The three looked over to the American at the door way.

"Alfred come!" Gilbert yelled, Alfred sighed and walked over to the three.

"Come on and have a drink." Arthur said with a smile as he hugged a bottle of whisky.

"I was waiting for you, Arthur. And you've bine here the whole time!" Alfred yelled, Arthur looked up and blinked at the taller blond.

"Sorry, but we got to him first." Francis said with a smile. Alfred sighed and grabbed Arthur's wrist, pulling him up and off the island with ease. He led Arthur upstairs and found an empty room. He shoved Arthur in before he closed and locked the door. The Brit lost his footing and fell onto the floor. Alfred turned and pulled the blond up by the arm. Arthur looked up with half lid eyes and smiled lazily at the American.

"Geez how much did you drink?" Alfred complained as he led the drunken Brit to the large bed, Arthur sat down and looked up. Alfred placed one of his big hands on Arthur's chest and pushed him down roughly.

Arthur gasped as he fell on his back. He looked up at the taller man and smiled when he felt his shirt being unbuttoned. Alfred's face was red as his eyes when almost transfixed on Arthur's chest. The way the Brit's chest rose and fell with every breath, how pale and smooth his skin was.

Once Arthur's shirt was gone Alfred ran a finger down Arthur's chest, which made his shiver.

Alfred swallowed and leaned down. He placed his hands on either side of Arthur's head and looked down into his eyes.

Alfred, already a little tipsy couldn't resist the site of Arthur underneath him. It was beyond words, and so Alfred didn't need words as he leaned down and kissed him.

It was slow and warm and filled with love. Arthur only took a second before he kissed back. Alfred's hands found Arthur's on the bed and he woven their fingers together.

The kiss was sort and the two separated soon after, their eyes met as Alfred released one of Arthur's hands, his now free hand moved down Arthur's body. Moving down his side and to his hip then to his thighs.

"Alfred."

"Mm?" Alfred hummed as he licked up Arthur's neck, stopping at his jaw and sucking lightly at the skin there.

Arthur's free hand moved to Alfred's chest and pushed at it lightly. Feeling Arthur push at his chest he moved back, confused.

"What's wrong? You don't like this?" Alfred asked, Arthur shook his head and sat up and placed a hand on his mouth.

"Bathroom..."

~~~

Alfred frowned as he sat on the end of the bed by the nightstand. The sound of Arthur throwing up in the bathroom echo in the room with the muffled sounds of music from downstairs.

'Why to ruin the mood Arthur.' Alfred thought, he looked at the bathroom door and got up when it went quite. Thinking the Brit probably passed out and was done throwing up.

"Arthur are you done yet?" He asked unamused. When he opened the door he was hit with a strong smell that made him gage. "Fuck! What they hell did you drink that made you puke so badly!?"

He covered his nose and walked over to the toilet when a sleeping Brit layed on the tiled floor. He flushed the toilet and picked up the sleeping man in his arms.

He walked out and gentaly placed Arthur on the bed. He sighed and walked around to the otherside of the bed and climed in.

He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. When he rested his head on the pillow he smiled at how cute Arthur looked when he was sleeping.

'This isn't what I was expecting to happen.' He thought as he closed his eyes.

~~~

It was around 3am when Alfred woke up. The first thing he noticed was Arthur sleeping on him. His legs were wrapped around his thick waist and his hands and head rested on his chest.

'How the hell did this happen...?' He thought sluggishly. He moved his hand to shake the Brit's shoulder to wake him up.

Arthur blinked awake slowly and moved his head up a little to look at Alfred. Alfred's heart fluttered at how cute Arthur looked when he was still sleepy. The taller blond smiled and placed a hand on Arthur's cheek.

"Good morning."

"Is it? What time is it...?"

"3 in the morning. And don't worry, their still partying. So you can go and have another drink." Alfred chuckled when he heard Arthur groan and shake his head slowly.

"I don't want any."

"I figured. After you throw up all over the bathroom."

"What!" Arthur sat up quickly but winced at the pain in his head.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Antonio will forgive you."

"God I must look stupid right now. I told myself that I wouldn't go and get drunk."

"It's fine Artie, I don't mind." Alfred sat up and smiled at the Brit. But when Arthur slapped him his smile was gone at he looked at the other confused. "Why the hell did you hit me?!"

"My name is Arthur. Not Artie-" Arthur was cut off when Alfred grabbed both of Arthur's wrists and leaned in to kiss him with made Arthur freeze.

When Alfred pulled away his face was red as he looked at Arthur.

"Arthur... I know we don't talk, and we should, we should be slot closer but what I'm trying to say is that... I really like you." Arthur looked up with wide eyes and before Alfred could say another word Arthur pulled him in for another kiss. This time he responded and opend his mouth when he felt Alfred's tongue run across his bottom lip.

Alfred groaned at the tasted of alcohol in Arthur's mouth, but he dismissed the thought.

When they pulled away both were breathing heavily. Arthur was the first to speak. "You're a idiot... kissing me like that, telling me you like me in a place like this... but you are kind of cute and you're charming for an idiot..." He mumbled, even thought it was dark in the room Alfred could clearly see how red Arthur got. Alfred smiled, all his fear of being rejected by the other man was gone and now was replaced with a cocky smile as he dove back into another heated kiss.

~~~

"Alfred..."

"Shh babe." Alfred hushed Arthur up with a light pat on his ass, though Alfred couldn't blame him for feeling uncomfortable, he would be too if he had a finger up his ass. Arthur froze and his walls tightened around the invading finger.

Alfred looked back at Arthur and smirked. The Brit was laying nacked on his back, his legs over Alfred's shoulders, and his hands were gripping the sheets underneath him. Arthur moaned when the finger went in deeper and stroked his walls in an attempt to make him relax enough for a second finger to enter. Arthur closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, he nodded and a second finger was added and then a third.

Arthur's eyes shot open and his back arched, he moaned and Alfred stopped.

"Did I hit the spot?"

"Yess... God yes...!" Arthur wiggling his hips to try and make Alfred's fingers brush over the spot again. He heard Alfred grunt, Alfred thrusted his fingers again and abused his sweet spot to no end as he watched the other became a mess on the bed. Arthur clenched his teeth as he felt his release approaching, if Alfred continued he was sure to cum in a matter of seconds.

But Alfred didn't, he pulled out his fingers earning a whine from the Brit. Alfred laughed and moved his hands to grab some lube. He poured a good amount on his cock and moaned as he spread the lube around. He held onto Arthur's hip and lined himself up.

He slowly pushed himself in the smaller man with a low grunt.

Arthur's legs shook and tears fell from his eyes at the pain. Alfred stopped once he was fully inside, he looked up and leaned down, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth surround his cock. Arthur opened his eyes when he felt Alfred's breath on his face.

"You're so tight..." Alfred opened his eyes to look at the Brit. Arthur hissed out when Alfred started to rock his hips slowly.

"It hurt."

"I know... I'm sorry babe..." Alfred kissed Arthur's cheek to comfort him as he continued his rocking motion. After a while Arthur started to want more, to have Alfred sink in deeper, he moaned and wiggled his hips to make the American go faster.

"Stupiiid... faster...!" Alfred chuckled and kissed his cheek again. He pulled out only to slam back in, hard and fast, and Arthur didn't have enough time to catch his breath as Alfred started to thrust quickly into him.

"Alf-ffred! God... aahh... fuck Alfred!

Arthur moaned out Alfred's name rapidity, Alfred lifted his hips up to try and find that spot again that would make Arthur see stars, he know he struck it when Arthur arched up off the bed and screamed, his walls clenching around Alfred.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed along side soft pants and loud moans that filled the room. Alfred know he was getting close, so he reached down and grabbed Arthur's weeping cock, rubbing the slit with his thumb. Arthur screamed as he released himself onto Alfred's hand. The musules around Alfred's cock tightened and he moaned as he came, his body shock with the feeling of his release.

He wanted to fall but he didn't want to hurt the Brit, he moved up and pulled out, unhooking Arthur's legs from his shoulders and letting them drop. He looked at the Brit and smiled. Alfred leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Sweet dreams Artie." Alfred mumbled, he layed down next to the sleeping Brit, wrapping his arms around him, he pulled the covers over them and closed his eyes, falling asleep with his lover in his arms.