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blood_wingedTitle: Distractions
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 1134
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Plane!Sex.
Summary: Alfred and Arthur have sex in Arthur's Spitfire, the day before he's due to take a test flight, and the memories of it prove to be more distracting than the English nation would have liked.
The parking brake was digging into his back, the throttle poking into his hip as he arranged himself on Alfred’s lap and grinned down at the flustered American. Although the hangar was empty and it was late enough that no one who wasn’t sleep walking wasn’t going to come in, he could see the anxiety all over the younger man’s face as his bomber jacket was pushed from his shoulders and his belt was worked at. The American squirmed and twitched his hips up, kneading at Arthur’s thighs to encourage his movements and tipping his head up for a kiss as the English nation did his best to arrange the two of them in the confined space. A chuckle bubbled up in Arthur’s throat and passed between them and Alfred responded with a soft hum—
“Arthur, what the hell are you doing?!”
Alfred’s voice cut through his thoughts, crackling in his ear as the nose of his Spitfire dipped dangerously low. Cursing, Arthur pulled up and banked, leaning slightly to peer out of the glass and to the airfield below. He could hear Alfred talking still but he wasn’t listening anymore, not really interested in hearing how bad last month’s chocolate rations had been. Arthur didn’t know what they were at the moment. They kissed, they crept into each other’s bunks to cuddle at night and they slept together with such an astonishing regularity that he was surprised they hadn’t been caught and sent home yet, but neither of them had said outright that they were together. It had been something that had been developing since the First World War and now into the second, and although he couldn’t say he minded the slow pace he wouldn’t have said no to something more… stable.
“Arthur?”
“Arthur, should we really-mm… be doing this? What if someone walks in?” Alfred’s face was cherry red and his lips parted and swollen with kisses as Arthur shifted back to draw down the zipper of his pants and draw his erection free of its confines. The chilled air of the hangar made the man hiss but he didn’t have any room to shrink back, and it was another battle to draw Arthur’s trousers down enough that he could tease the ringed muscle of his entrance with one fingertip before he rooted in the pocket of his jacket and drew out a small pot of lube. Arthur shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold and shifted to allow the other man to slide one hand beneath him, feeling the way his fingers teased and gently pinched against the sensitive skin of his sac and perineum, driving him half mad before where he was aiming for was even reached—
The sun shone in through the glass and blinded him for a moment, and he turned his head away, grunting quietly. Alfred was still chattering in his ear, and tuning out had meant he no longer had the slightest idea what he was trying to talk about. He muttered something about coming in to land and heard the cheery ‘okey!’, wondering just why ground control had allowed Alfred to take the headset while he did a test flight. It had been long enough since he’d flown a plane as it was without all of this distraction, maybe it would be better to wait until the man was gone so he wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Although, just thinking about the American nation going back to his own country made something uncomfortable twist around his heart, and he quickly abandoned it in favour of thoughts of something far more pleasant as he pointed the Spitfire’s nose down towards the runway and began a steady descent. He glanced to one side, noting a smear on the glass beside him, the mark from a hand larger than his own…
Sounds moved softly from the two of them as Arthur gripped the sides of the cockpit and rolled his hips, taking the other in as deep as he could and feeling the burning discomfort from the position pulling at the muscles of his thighs and lower back. Alfred was panting, one eye squinted shut and he slammed one hand up against the open glass roof of the plane, dragging along it and creating a low squeaking sound that neither of them paid attention to.
“Shit,” he gasped out as Arthur rolled his hips, his hands fumbling for a grip on anything before they settled at Arthur’s waist and held on, helping him move. Arthur could feel everything in the cockpit prodding at him, his legs aching from the need to half support himself but the noises that his lover was making spurred him on to his climax, Alfred following quickly with a loud, broken cry that had Arthur clapping a hand over his mouth and ducking down despite how the angle made him wince. At the other end of the hangar, a door opened, footsteps crossed the concrete floor, and another door clicked closed. Alfred licked Arthur’s fingers.
He almost forgot to drop the landing gear, a startled shout in his ear alerting him to the fact and he saw to it quickly, touching down a little clumsily less than a minute later. The Spitfire slowed to a halt and he took his time taxiing back to the hangar, needing a few minutes to work the blush off his face and calm his mind down, and he shouldn’t have been surprised when he finally drew into the hangar and found Alfred waiting for him, that trademark shit-eating grin on his face as he watched the man climb out of the aircraft and pull his gloves off.
“What?” Arthur asked waspishly after a moment or two of this, the idiot just stood there grinning at him as if he knew some great secret.
“You were really out of it up there, huh,” the American said, sidling over and clasping his hands behind his back. Glaring up at him, Arthur folded his arms over his chest and tipped his chin up, and Alfred smirked, laying one hand on the English nation’s shoulder. He bristled, and Alfred waited, watching out of the corner of his eye until the coast was clear and he could drape his arms around the other’s shoulders. “Does it still smell like me in there? Were you thinking about me?”
“… Shut up.”
“You were. That’s so awesome, Arthur.” He nosed against Arthur’s ear and then quickly sprang away from him when he heard a door open. Lowering his voice he looked up at the plane and grinned again, wrinkling his nose to push Texas further up the bridge. “That’s your plane, right? The one you always fly?”
“Mm.”
“I wanna have sex in it again tonight.”
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 1134
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Plane!Sex.
Summary: Alfred and Arthur have sex in Arthur's Spitfire, the day before he's due to take a test flight, and the memories of it prove to be more distracting than the English nation would have liked.
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The parking brake was digging into his back, the throttle poking into his hip as he arranged himself on Alfred’s lap and grinned down at the flustered American. Although the hangar was empty and it was late enough that no one who wasn’t sleep walking wasn’t going to come in, he could see the anxiety all over the younger man’s face as his bomber jacket was pushed from his shoulders and his belt was worked at. The American squirmed and twitched his hips up, kneading at Arthur’s thighs to encourage his movements and tipping his head up for a kiss as the English nation did his best to arrange the two of them in the confined space. A chuckle bubbled up in Arthur’s throat and passed between them and Alfred responded with a soft hum—
“Arthur, what the hell are you doing?!”
Alfred’s voice cut through his thoughts, crackling in his ear as the nose of his Spitfire dipped dangerously low. Cursing, Arthur pulled up and banked, leaning slightly to peer out of the glass and to the airfield below. He could hear Alfred talking still but he wasn’t listening anymore, not really interested in hearing how bad last month’s chocolate rations had been. Arthur didn’t know what they were at the moment. They kissed, they crept into each other’s bunks to cuddle at night and they slept together with such an astonishing regularity that he was surprised they hadn’t been caught and sent home yet, but neither of them had said outright that they were together. It had been something that had been developing since the First World War and now into the second, and although he couldn’t say he minded the slow pace he wouldn’t have said no to something more… stable.
“Arthur?”
“Arthur, should we really-mm… be doing this? What if someone walks in?” Alfred’s face was cherry red and his lips parted and swollen with kisses as Arthur shifted back to draw down the zipper of his pants and draw his erection free of its confines. The chilled air of the hangar made the man hiss but he didn’t have any room to shrink back, and it was another battle to draw Arthur’s trousers down enough that he could tease the ringed muscle of his entrance with one fingertip before he rooted in the pocket of his jacket and drew out a small pot of lube. Arthur shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold and shifted to allow the other man to slide one hand beneath him, feeling the way his fingers teased and gently pinched against the sensitive skin of his sac and perineum, driving him half mad before where he was aiming for was even reached—
The sun shone in through the glass and blinded him for a moment, and he turned his head away, grunting quietly. Alfred was still chattering in his ear, and tuning out had meant he no longer had the slightest idea what he was trying to talk about. He muttered something about coming in to land and heard the cheery ‘okey!’, wondering just why ground control had allowed Alfred to take the headset while he did a test flight. It had been long enough since he’d flown a plane as it was without all of this distraction, maybe it would be better to wait until the man was gone so he wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Although, just thinking about the American nation going back to his own country made something uncomfortable twist around his heart, and he quickly abandoned it in favour of thoughts of something far more pleasant as he pointed the Spitfire’s nose down towards the runway and began a steady descent. He glanced to one side, noting a smear on the glass beside him, the mark from a hand larger than his own…
Sounds moved softly from the two of them as Arthur gripped the sides of the cockpit and rolled his hips, taking the other in as deep as he could and feeling the burning discomfort from the position pulling at the muscles of his thighs and lower back. Alfred was panting, one eye squinted shut and he slammed one hand up against the open glass roof of the plane, dragging along it and creating a low squeaking sound that neither of them paid attention to.
“Shit,” he gasped out as Arthur rolled his hips, his hands fumbling for a grip on anything before they settled at Arthur’s waist and held on, helping him move. Arthur could feel everything in the cockpit prodding at him, his legs aching from the need to half support himself but the noises that his lover was making spurred him on to his climax, Alfred following quickly with a loud, broken cry that had Arthur clapping a hand over his mouth and ducking down despite how the angle made him wince. At the other end of the hangar, a door opened, footsteps crossed the concrete floor, and another door clicked closed. Alfred licked Arthur’s fingers.
He almost forgot to drop the landing gear, a startled shout in his ear alerting him to the fact and he saw to it quickly, touching down a little clumsily less than a minute later. The Spitfire slowed to a halt and he took his time taxiing back to the hangar, needing a few minutes to work the blush off his face and calm his mind down, and he shouldn’t have been surprised when he finally drew into the hangar and found Alfred waiting for him, that trademark shit-eating grin on his face as he watched the man climb out of the aircraft and pull his gloves off.
“What?” Arthur asked waspishly after a moment or two of this, the idiot just stood there grinning at him as if he knew some great secret.
“You were really out of it up there, huh,” the American said, sidling over and clasping his hands behind his back. Glaring up at him, Arthur folded his arms over his chest and tipped his chin up, and Alfred smirked, laying one hand on the English nation’s shoulder. He bristled, and Alfred waited, watching out of the corner of his eye until the coast was clear and he could drape his arms around the other’s shoulders. “Does it still smell like me in there? Were you thinking about me?”
“… Shut up.”
“You were. That’s so awesome, Arthur.” He nosed against Arthur’s ear and then quickly sprang away from him when he heard a door open. Lowering his voice he looked up at the plane and grinned again, wrinkling his nose to push Texas further up the bridge. “That’s your plane, right? The one you always fly?”
“Mm.”
“I wanna have sex in it again tonight.”
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Date: 2011-07-08 05:39 am (UTC)Oh Arthur...being the Erotic Ambassador in mid-test-flight is not exactly the safest way to get your ass into bed with your boyto-boyfriend.
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Date: 2011-07-08 05:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 05:57 am (UTC)OH MY GOD. So sexyyyy~!
ahhaaha amazing job, really!
Thank you for writing this!! <3
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Date: 2011-07-08 06:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-08 03:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 03:46 pm (UTC)Totally has a kink for plane sex.(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 03:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 04:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 04:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 04:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-08 04:05 pm (UTC)I have to agree, what a yummy fic :3
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Date: 2011-07-08 04:19 pm (UTC)And thanks <3
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Date: 2011-07-08 05:13 pm (UTC)Pfft... they are both so kinky and daring!! Tsk~ fighter planes weren't made to be sexed on you two~ haha
p.s. I just saw your prucan tag... I... I think I loooovvveee you!
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Date: 2011-07-09 12:44 am (UTC)Haha, PruCan, yup. I don't have many plots to write fics for those two but if you have any ideas feel free to shoot them my way.
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Date: 2011-07-09 05:56 am (UTC)Oh. Oh. We must discuss this! Do you have any headcanons for the two?
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Date: 2011-07-09 05:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-09 07:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-08-16 07:47 pm (UTC)Very sexy story, dear. It's ridiculously amusing to me that Arthur was so distracted and Alfred had to shout at him so he landed safely, oh dear.
Also Alfred, your sexually deviant side is showing.(no subject)
Date: 2011-08-17 12:50 am (UTC)