Ship: Alan x George
Type: ☁📖🧩 (Fluff + L/S + AU)

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, inappropriate mentions & acts (not smut), inappropriate use of language
The first section basically radiates horny— but nothing really inappropriate (besides talk, jokes, and conversations about stuff like that) happens, don't worry.
I tried to avoid much of that as I could :')

Characters: Alan Burnwood, George Henderson (last name changes to Burnwood in the bonus), Isabella Burnwood

AU: Normal BVCR AU

Text meanings: Empathize, (Author's note in story/Author’s comment), Thoughts (if it’s in a full sentence or paragraph), (in-story notes or comments),

Enjoy!

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Alan was at his favorite bar, he didn't care how his wife hadn't even wanted him to go— hell, he wished he didn't even have a wife. From his experience, wives were just woman you were supposed to love that you made a promise to. Alan had not even wanted to marry her, he literally didn't even find women attractive. He was proud homosexual man. Not only did his father ruin everyone's thoughts on him, he made Alan have children. He hated one of them a lot, the other had all his love. But still, Alan hadn’t been very fond of children in general.(MY FATHER'S A HOMO— (anyone get it? :’>))

The bar was mostly dull red, booths against the wall near the entrance and lonely tables with chairs to acompany them were off to a side. The main area, where the drinks were served, where was Alan usually roamed. People usually asked him for his ‘card’, Alan had other services he completed. The card featured his number, address and options labeling what type of service people wanted. For example, if you wanted a blow job, he could do that.
Okay— it was a sexual business, sure, but
hey! — at least he had fun doing so, it was a good break from his house which contained his ‘family’. Alan didn't get paid for that business, he enjoyed it by itself. If there were rankings to explain his skill and experience in the sexual area of things, Alan would have a black belt— literally tons of men wanted to sleep with him. So it was only a matter of time for him to learn new things every now and then.

As Alan's cocktail (hehehe, cock) sat there on the counter, Alan's leather jacket swayed a little as he was giving someone one of his many cards.

“Mhm! See ya later, give me call!”
Alan called for the stranger in a seductive way as he had the card between his middle and index finger which was taken by the man he had just ‘smooth talked’.

Alan was happy to recruit one more person for his personal business, but as he turned to drink his cocktail, while he was taking a sip, he saw a man he was instantly pulled towards to. The man had fluffy, light brown hair that included that hair flip. His white, long-sleeve shirt was wrinkly, but was revealing part of his tan chest as it seemed mostly unbuttoned. This man had money in his hands and seemed to be yelling at someone before looking behind himself to see Alan whom was staring too much at him. The man quickly turned down his volume and seemed to had lost the reason why he was even yelling.
Alan smirked at the man. He had never wanted to sleep with someone so bad, it was slightly hard to ignore his own lower section of his body practically begged for him. (Hope y'all understand that part—)

The man said something to the stranger he was originally yelling at until he made his way to Alan with a big grin on his face. Alan put his elbow against the counter with his cheek in his palm as he seductively looked into the man's eyes.

“Hello there, Alan, right?”
The man greeted with a guess of Alan's identity.

“Mhm, that's me.”
Alan proudly confirmed.

“Ah, alright. I'm George, call me whatever though, I don't care honestly.”
George had told Alan with complete truth in his tone.
“So, I saw ya lookin’ at me, I know about your… business, so I can request if ya want.”

Alan was slightly embarrassed by this, a red hue appearing on his face. He had an attraction to British people, their voices were also so soothing to him. (What he means to say is he's gay/j)
“Looks like I've been caught red-handed, haven't I?”
Alan joked as he put his hands up playfully.

“Indeed, and I'm cop that has a search warrant for your pants.”
George casually said which had drove Alan crazy.

“Ha! Hope to see you soon, here's my—”
Alan was cut off as George grabbed his chin mid sentence.
“Woah, someone's impatient, huh?”

“Hm, maybe, but fine, I'll wait for you.”
George sighed.

“Never said there wasn't any exceptions.”
Alan told George with a smirk.
“Georgie, wogie.”

George seemed to glow red at Alan's nickname for him,
“Do you always talk to your people like this?”

“Nope, you're a special case— like me. People like to joke I'm special, makes sense though.”
Alan weakly chuckled, remembering his bullying in school in the past. (Alan's autistic)

No— they are not here.
They are not here. Father is not here. Do not break down in fucking public, we shall not break down in public like this. Not in front of George.

“Hello? I asked you something—”
George looked into Alan's eyes and widened his own eyes,
“Hey, are you okay? Seriously, are you?”

“Huh—?”
Alan seemed to wake up from his own thoughts.
“Oh— yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.”

“Actually, as your future husband, I have the right to be concerned for you.”
George said in a dramatic way.

“Really? Future husband? You know that's illegal as shit here, but you can dream.”
Alan tried to remember when he actually loved someone in a kissy wissy* way instead of fucking someone. Not even for George, he had never felt that type of attraction. (*Romantic attraction) (Alan is Aromatic, so heh—)

“Hey, let's make a bet.”
George began,
“If I ever actually do get married to you, promise you'll shut down your business and stay with me?”

Alan thought about this for a second.
He would only have the ability to sleep with George, which was enough honestly, he also had to get a divorce with his wife to be with George.
“Sure, can't wait to see you fail.”
Alan had falsely hoped.

George chuckled and put his arms around Alan's neck, his breath reeked of whiskey, but both men didn't mind. They got insanely close to each other's faces, looking deeply into their eyes. Their lips met as they joined each other's faces in a sloppy, but passionate kiss. They let go after a small moment and smiled warmly at each other.
Alan was honestly so happy that they shared that together, even though his lips were passed around like hotcakes, this felt special. George and him seemed to have potential, and he hoped they actually did. They both maybe had a little too much to drink, but they found each other which was what mostly mattered to Alan.

What a tipsy beginning, as they say.

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BONUS:

“So that's his you met George, really?”
Isabella, Alan's eldest daughter, joked.

“Yep, that's how I got the world’s best daddy.”
Alan chuckled.
“Or husband now—”

“Woah— DON'T YOU DARE GET HORNY IN FRONT OF ME  AGAIN—”
Isabella was cut off as she was tackled by George from behind as he had ran behind her.

“Be quiet! Aura's here somewhere.”
George reminded Isabella.
“And, Bella, just because we got a little excited in front of you, doesn't mean you can argue with us about it—”

“Yes, I can! I did not want to see you guys almost fuck!”
Isabella argued.

“Keyword: almost.”
Alan pointed out with a small chuckle.
“But, we'll promise to keep our hands to ourselves when were at home. Excluding our bedroom, because I did not pay for that room to be sound proof for nothing.”

“Fair.”
Isabella commented before letting the conversation cool down onto a different topic.

George and Alan hadn't held up to their promise they had just made when Isabella was telling a story. George was on top of Alan with a seductive smirk on. Isabella immediately noticed this,

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY—!?”

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Hope you enjoyed that!
I honestly loved writing this, even though it was under 2000 words. That's not the complete story of Alan and George, but that was really all what you need to know.
This was prewrittien and published way sooner than expected because I wanted to show an example of my type of one shots.

Here's an art piece to go along with this chapter!

Happy Reading!
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