Arthur sighed softly as he shut the door behind him.

"Kirkland."

The businessman jolted and stiffened. "... And here I thought I was going to have a relaxing evening."

The other man chuckled, pushing himself off the dark wall. "No can do, Kirkland. Not tonight."

Arthur turned around, hanging up his coat. "Jones, I have no time for this."

The dusty cowboy huffed with a smirk. "You used t' always have time for me, whether you had to make it or not." His boots thudded against the creaking wood floors. Arthur's teeth grit together, but he kept himself composed. "C'mon, Arthur."

"I forbid you from calling me by name, Jones." Arthur snapped, raising his chin. "For two years you have not been allowed to call me by name."

Alfred nodded. "I know you say you want that, but I know you miss the way I used to whisper your name in your ear." Alfred reached forward and tucked a lock of hair behind Arthur's ear.

Arthur shuddered, but stepped away. "Don't touch me."

"Don't tell me you're still angry with me for goin' off to New York for just a month."

"You left me without a goodbye and came back with a dainty, proper lady hooked to your arm."

"And yet we both know dainty and proper ain't my style." Alfred grinned, grabbing Arthur's waist and pulling him closer. Arthur gasped. "I like 'em like I like my horses. Feisty and untamable." Alfred leaned down and tugged on Arthur's ear with his teeth.

The Brit bit back a pleased sigh and shoved Alfred's chest. "I've long moved on, Jones. I'm engaged to be wed now."

Alfred groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yes, to my cousin. Amelia. I know. She will not shut her loud mouth about it. She's too damn excited if ya ask me. I think she just sees all that money-"

"How dare you!" Arthur jerked in surprise. "Amelia does not seek money! How do I know it is not you who is seeking money?"

Alfred grabbed Arthur's wrist. "Because I cannot benefit from your money. If you die, that money goes elsewhere and I don't get a damn nickel. All Amelia talks about is your estate and your wealthy business. She doesn't talk about your personality, your smile, your voice, the things you like, things you don't like. Amelia doesn't mention what she wants the wedding to be like or how many children you're going to have one day." Alfred pulled Arthur to the bed and shoved him down as he spoke. Arthur's jaw was left agape. The Brit couldn't find words to speak. "I, however," Alfred gently lay Arthur back and crawled over him, his knee between Arthur's legs. "I always have you on my mind. Your eyes," Alfred ran his thumb just beneath Arthur's eye, "your skin," Alfred leaned down, his lips brushing over Arthur's cheek, "your lips," their lips barely touched, "your voice," Alfred trailed his lips down Arthur's neck. Arthur sighed, tilting his head back. "Everything, Arthur. All of you."

Despite the cold, Alfred slowly began to remove clothes from Arthur and himself until they were both bare and tangled in thin sheets. Arthur gasped and sighed, fingers tangled in Alfred's hair as Alfred touched his bare skin.

"You've missed me," Alfred mused, sucking and nipping the base of Arthur's neck. Easy to cover. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you still miss me whenever I leave on my adventures, though you hate me."

Arthur moaned, back arching as Alfred prodded his entrance with his warm fingers. "I won't go any further unless you say it, though." Arthur released an involuntary whine, fingers tugging on Alfred's hair. "Just say it."

"I-I..." Arthur panted softly, Alfred's finger circling his hole.  "I m-missed you-ah!" Two fingers abruptly intruded him, cutting him short. Arthur clenched up, a breathy moan filling the air. Alfred chuckled, curling his fingers slightly and spreading them out. "Alfred!" Arthur gasped.

Said man hummed, raising Arthur's legs and removing his fingers. "What? What do you want?"

"Y-you..." Arthur pulled Alfred down. "You... I want you." Their lips pressed together, fitted almost perfectly.

Alfred raised Arthur's hips. Arthur bit into his lip and whined, a familiar, but painful, penetration easing it's way through his body. Alfred easily buried himself in Arthur, the Brit being tighter than he remembered. Tears gathered in Arthur's eyes and his nails dug into Alfred's shoulders. "Al-Alfred..."

Arthur's voice cracked as Alfred stayed still for a second, pressing his forehead to the side of Arthur's head, just above his ear. "Arthur," he murmured, calloused hands caressing Arthur's smooth hips. "Is it okay to say your name?" Slowly, Arthur nodded, panting easing and his hands relaxing over Alfred's back. "Thank you, Arthur."

"I don't..." Arthur paused to breathe, not yet accustomed to Alfred after so long. "I don't hate you..."

Alfred smiled, pressing his lips to the side of Arthur's head. "I know, sweetheart." Alfred shifted his hips back, causing Arthur to gasp. Arthur tightened his grip as Alfred began rocking his hips, pulling in and out and back in.

Arthur moaned and gasped, a few tears streaking his cheeks. Alfred was sure Arthur was leaving deep scratches up his back and in his shoulders and the nape of his neck.

"Alfred... M-more..."

"As you wish." Alfred gripped Arthur's hips and shifted onto his knees. Alfred thrust harshly, purposefully missing the spot to make Arthur see stars.

Arthur cried out, back arching as he gripped Alfred's thick arms. His bed creaked and rocked with the harsh force of Alfred's hard thrusts. Sharp jolts of pain stabbed Arthur's lower back, but everything felt just as amazing as it once had. "Alfred! Alfred!" Arthur's nails dug into Alfred's arms as he gasped and moaned loudly, unable to keep his noises back.

"Beg for it, darling." Alfred pulled out and forcefully thrust back in, barely brushing over Arthur's prostate.

Arthur cried out, head tossing back into the pillows. "Alfred!"

"Beg, Arthur. Plead for it if you want it so badly."

Arthur would never be able to get the words out, he was barely able to breathe. He felt so good, but he wanted more. Just a little more. "P-please! A-ah~!" Alfred yanked Arthur's hips up onto his cock, burying himself deep inside Arthur. "Please! Alfred, please hit it!"

Alfred grinned. "Of course." He shifted Arthur's hips in the slightest and slammed back in. Arthur wailed at the pleasure that racked his body in waves, and screamed his cowboy's name with each thrust. He found himself edging closer, and his shaft hasn't even been touched.

The thrusts began hard and slightly uneven, Alfred's fingers digging into Arthur's pale skin. He panted heavily in Arthur's ear, murmuring sweet words and phrases as Arthur screamed in pleasure, digging his nails into Alfred's own tanned skin.

"Al! Alfred!" Arthur bucked his hips as Alfred thrust, accidentally, and screamed as he came, bursting over their sweaty abdomens.

Alfred pushed Arthur's legs further back, thrusting quickly and sloppily. "Arthur!" He gasped and Arthur shuddered and his mouth gaped wide without a noise as Alfred's hot seed filled inside him.

Both panted heavily, bodies winding down and cooling with the cold air surrounding them. Alfred collapsed beside Arthur with a grunt and pulled the covers over them.

"I," Arthur started, being pulled into Alfred's chest, "forgot how wonderful that felt..."

Alfred chuckled deeply. "It's been almost two years, Arthur." Arthur slowly nodded, hand flat over Alfred's chiseled and hard abdomen. "Although, I dreamed about us every night. It was hard to forget."

Arthur's eyes flicked up to look out the window beside his bed. The black sky was speckled with stars, the moon bright and at it's highest peak. "I shouldn't have... Gotten as angry as I did... I had just-"

"I know." Alfred rolled onto his side, wrapping his thick arms around Arthur's waist. "There's been a lot of people here saying that laying with another man is the devil's work... But what do they know?" Alfred dipped his head, pressing his lips to Arthur's. "You don't want anyone to know, no one will know. Not another soul."

The Brit nodded, palms flat over Alfred's chest. "Yes... Will you be leaving again?"

"Not yet." Alfred caressed Arthur's side. "I just returned today. Why would I leave so soon, especially after this?" Arthur smiled, closing his eyes as he nestled closer. "It's late... We should sleep." Alfred placed a sweet kiss on Arthur's temple.

Arthur hummed. "We should. Goodnight, love."

The cowboy grinned. "G'night, Darlin'."