So I Wrote This The Other Day…..

I was bored okay! :U I’m just putting it on here for the lulz. It’s UsUk with references to smut, but nothing nasty. Featuring artist!Us. I’d rate it a T/12+ or something. But yeah, enjoy my random drabble~

I did write a continuation, however, that’s not finished yet so I doubt I’ll post it yet…

Arthur Kirkland wasn’t the kind of man who would accept invites for drinks from someone he had just met while on the bus and end up pinned against the wall of their apartment.

But today was different. Maybe it was because of the guy’s foreign accent (he was American); or the traces of acrylic paint underneath his fingernails; the flashes of golden skin from the rips on his jeans; the outline of the marvellously toned muscles hidden underneath his (very) tight t-shirt; perhaps it was because of the very distinct and enchanting blue of his eyes, hidden behind specs; or the strange, alluring look they were giving him; it might have been because of the subtle and suggestive way he was rubbing his leg against Arthur’s. Whatever the reason, Arthur was in no condition to be pondering on about such a minor, unimportant thing; what was important was that he was there, pinned against the wall, kissing the sweetest lips he had ever tasted.

            They had stumbled through the stranger’s flat door in a jumbled up mess of limbs, lips locked and hands tangled in each other’s hair. Panting, moaning and desperate to rid the other of every bit of clothing as fast as possible.

            Arthur had to admit that it had been a long time since the last time he had done something like this, have his mind go blank with desire and heart beating fast with need. He had missed the feeling.

After various painful collisions of toes, knees and shins with random objects followed by grunts and groans of pain, they finally made it to the bed –so were the consequences of stumbling through the dark in a hurry. There wasn’t much that could be said about the interior of the apartment, because not much could be seen. The dim light sneaking in from between the blinds was hardly enough to outline the position of the bed and the rest of the room was left in eternal darkness with faint silhouette of furniture scattered around, only visible to those who are actually paying attention; obviously, Arthur wasn’t. He was too busy to care about his surroundings.

            He had ((already)) lost his coat, shirt and tie on their trek to the bed, left behind on the floor or hanging off the side of the bed. Now his partner was attempting to rid himself from his own shirt with one hand –which was proving a little challenging, oh the curse of extremely tight and muscle-defining shirts- while also trying to undo Arthur’s belt with his other. As it was expected, he was having difficulty. Arthur chuckled and gently nudged his hand away, gesturing for him leave it and concentrate on taking his shirt off while Arthur undid his belt.

            His partner blushed slightly and smiled at him sheepishly before dragging the shirt over his head, exposing the very, very attractive and toned muscles he was equipped with. Arthur took a moment to enjoy the view, unconsciously licking his lips. His partner (who could pass as a Greek God with hardly any effort) grinned and leaned in to have a go at licking Arthur’s lips himself.

            Arthur sighed in content, accepting his kiss and tossing his arms over the other’s broad shoulders, draping them down his strong back, surrendering to his will, to do with what he wished. After all, there was no way he could resist a man like that!