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[fic] Poker with a Twist

Title: Poker with a Twist
Genre: Romance
Pairing: US/UK
Word Count: 2,073
Rating/Warnings: M (adult concepts and nudity)
Summary: Arthur and Alfred play strip poker and another intimate game.
Notes: For the usxuk Summer Camp challenge (Day 11 prompt - Gaming)

Alfred F. Jone's dining room area was lit only by the lamps hanging over it, casting their shadows onto the walls in an eerie sort of way. Empty bottles of beer lay scattered around the table, most of them knocked over by hammered and annoyed Arthur Kirkland. A half full bottle of whiskey sat near Arthur with two empty shot glasses next to it. They had stopped drinking a while ago, but they were currently unable to clean up.

"Four sevens and a nine."

"I think I win again."

"… Damn it."

Alfred grinned widely as Arthur crossed his arms over his bare chest and huffed angrily. He looked incredibly hot, sitting in a wooden chair and wearing nothing but a necktie, boxers, and a pair of black socks. Alfred couldn't hide his growing arousal either because of a lack of anything to cover it. Silly Arthur went for the big stuff first to satisfy his cravings.

"Fine, what further humiliation are you going to put me through?" Arthur asked irritably and Alfred leaned back in his chair, staring at him in thought. He liked the necktie too much to make him lose it, and it made some nice contrast against his pale skin. The boxers were obscuring his view of something he enjoyed, but then leaving the tie and socks would have been odd for him.

"Lose the socks," Alfred commanded and Arthur frowned at him. "What?"

"You said it in the plural form."

"And I meant it in the plural form," Alfred said. "Because I'm sure you want this game to go faster. Oh wait, you just want to beat me. Just the one then."

Alfred laughed as Arthur ended up pulling off both of them and throwing them at Alfred in pure spite. How he loved a riled up Arthur late a night after a couple of drinks.

"I can't believe I was drunk enough to agree to a game of strip poker against you," Arthur complained as Alfred dropped his socks onto the pile of clothes that they had accumulated on the ground, including their complete military uniforms.

"You just need to learn how to hold your alcohol better," Alfred said, reaching over and patting him on the head. "Or not being so bitter and challenging when you are intoxicated."

"Shut up and deal," he said indignantly as he pushed his hand away with a glare.

Alfred shrugged with a bright grin as he masterfully shuffled the cards, whistling a chirpy tune as he did so. He could sense that the atmosphere was getting colder and more hostile with each note, but he didn't mind putting his life in danger. Especially if he was confident of winning. Luck was certainly on his side tonight.

He dealt the cards before setting down the deck and turning his cards over. When he saw his hand, he smirked evilly on the inside, but decided to narrow his eyes in concentration to trick Arthur out. He knew that the other nation was not the greatest at masking his emotions, but he also could read him better than anybody else.

A few hands later, Alfred was victorious in only his t-shirt and cowboy hat, standing up and throwing one fist into the air in celebration. Arthur scolded him for being a spectacle, but he knew that Arthur was staring at his rather built body with its rather wonderful assets. A quick peek at a completely naked Arthur told him that he was starting to feel a bit of heightened sensation down in his lower regions from looking at Alfred.

"Well, that's done then!" Alfred announced, hopping over to the closet and looking up onto the shelf. He rummaged around the unopened puzzle boxes, the beaten box of Risk, and the box of Monopoly that was missing a few of the pieces.

"Can I put my clothes back on yet?"


"Why not?!"

"Because your agreement with me was to do whatever I wanted for the rest of the night. Don't you remember?" Alfred said, hurrying back with a folded up mat in his hands.

"I do not recall this!"

"Oh right. You were really drunk," Alfred said, thinking back to a few hours prior. "Come on - you'll love this!"

"Sex on a mat? Is that why you want me to stay naked?" Arthur asked skeptically as he unfolded the mat and saw large circles of four different colors printed on it. "A kind of polka-dotted mat? That's… bizarre."

"Arthur, you're being weird. Have you never played Twister?"

"No… I don't play any fun or improper games. I just get subjected to them by you."

"Well, I guess that's true," Alfred said, slightly abashed. "Normally you play it with clothes on, but I thought this might be more… intimate."

"You're turning a game into something to satisfy your crazy fantasies?!"

"Yup! You got it!" Alfred said, grabbing Arthur's hand and dragging him over. "Put one foot on the yellow and one on the blue and I'll do the same." Alfred paused as Arthur firmly planted himself on the circles, standing tall to maintain a little part of his dignity, but failing completely.

"Okay, the rules are simple. A referee would normally spin the wheel and then say the result, but we don't have one. So we'll alternate saying commands. If I say 'left foot red', we'll both move to place our foot on a vacant red circle."

"Okay, what's the catch?" Arthur said, moving his left foot to a red circle, spreading his legs a little further apart. Alfred had to cross his left over on a diagonal since he was on the other side of the mat.

"You have to leave each body part on the circle unless it gets called to move. However, if your elbow or knee touches the mat, then you lose. Make sense?"

"Should be easy enough," Arthur said, feeling his competitive spirit return.

"Sure old man, let's see how you handle this," Alfred said, removing his shirt and throwing off his hat.

"I'm not old!!"

"Call something!"

"Okay… right hand yellow," Arthur said, placing a hand down on the circle closest in front of him, but Alfred had to bend down to get his on a yellow circle.

"How about…left hand green?" Alfred suggested, putting Arthur onto all fours in a weird offset way. Alfred felt slightly uncomfortable since his legs were twisted, but he had a plan brewing in his head and it was best to let Arthur think he had the advantage.

As Arthur said things to try to cause Alfred to get tangled up, Alfred kept his calm and made his way towards the center of the mat where he was leading Arthur through his commands. He was starting to build up sweat from having to support himself in such tough positions and he wondered if Arthur was mentally salivating at the sight. Alfred knew that he was from watching Arthur's much sweatier body try this strenuous challenge.

Finally, they were forced to invade each other's space and Arthur panicked out loud on what he had to do to reach the space he needed. Alfred said that he would have to reach around if he wanted to stay in the game, or reach back and put himself in an unsteady position. He sighed happily when he felt Arthur's arm reach across his chest and he leaned his head forward to kiss it. He pulled away quickly in case Arthur felt the need to elbow him in the face for being a distraction.

Now things were getting quite a bit more personal as they moved around each other's bodies, brushing and pressing against each other's skin unintentionally and intentionally. Alfred felt his arousal deepen and multiply, manifesting itself in an evident erection. A few moves later, Arthur ended up facing away from Alfred, his behind stuck way into the air from accidentally having his feet close together and his hands close to his feet.

"Oh man, do I enjoy this view!" Alfred expressed from his bent over backwards position. He knew he had the body strength to hold himself up for a while so he figured it was safe to taunt him a little bit. "It's my favorite position for you to be in… although you're on your hands and knees when we're doing it."

"You bloody idiot! You did this to me on purpose!" Arthur yelled and Alfred could only imagine how red his face was. He tended to get embarrassed easily or angered easily, and this was a combination of both.

"Okay, let's fix it a little bit," Alfred offered nicely. "Right hand blue."

After a few more strategic moves, Alfred managed to corner him on the edge of the mat, giving him no room to reach anywhere without having to majorly touch Alfred.

"So, what will it be, Arthur?" he whispered seductively into his ear and Arthur gulped. "One color means you'll end up stroking across my nipples. Another may mean that you press something against my dripping hard erection. Or perhaps you'll pick something that sounds safe, but depending on how I move, I might end up with my face very close to your own rising attraction."

"You are totally manipulating me!" Arthur said, breath caught in his throat as he struggled to think. Alfred knew his muscles were aching painfully since he didn't exercise much and that he was fighting overwhelming desire to simply throw Alfred to the ground and have his way with him.

"I know. Make your choice. If you do choose to give into your desire, you do lose the game."

"I'm not bloody hell losing to a bastard like you!" Arthur said furiously. "Uh… left hand red?"

Alfred smirked as they both moved at the same time to a vacant red space. He was able to quickly maneuver his way so that his head was against Arthur's neck and he flitted out his tongue to lick him.

"What are you doing?!"

"Adding another element to this game. Plus you look so good right now…" Alfred said alluringly as Arthur's body shuddered against his touch. "Mmm, left foot blue…" Arthur was too slow to move to the spot he wanted so Alfred took it from him, causing him to groan angrily. With each move, Alfred was able to keep putting him in a position where he could pleasure his body, causing him to struggle with maintaining control. Arthur tried to do the same tactic back by kissing and sucking on him, but Alfred was able to put up more resistance. Once Alfred was able to get his erection in his mouth, Arthur succumbed to his knees with intense feelings of ecstasy vocalizing in his moans and vocal urgings.

Alfred hummed softly as he made work of Arthur, eliciting even louder moans as Arthur grabbed his head to run his fingers through his damp hair. Arthur used his other hand to grab between Alfred's legs, stroking him vigorously, encouraging him to come to the edge with him…

With a loud cry, Arthur came fully into Alfred's mouth at the same time Alfred released into his hand. He pulled out slowly in satisfaction before collapsing onto the floor out of exhaustion, wiping his wet hand on his body. Alfred smiled brightly as he licked his lips in delight before snuggling up to him, stroking his cheek fondly.

"Aww… you lost."

"You knew I would. Otherwise you wouldn't have picked this game," Arthur pointed out and Alfred laughed softly.

"I always win when it comes to you. Except for chess. I hate that awfully boring game."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's for old guys and it's no fun."

"I'm getting you drunk next time so we can play it."

"Good luck with that one. Every time we go to a bar or a tavern, you're either heavily intoxicated or passed out."

"Fine then. How about no more Twister?"

"But you did really well for your first time!" Alfred pouted, prodding him in the stomach. "You seriously stayed in longer than I thought you would have!"

"Thanks for the compliment, but the delay in sexual gratification was killing me," Arthur said as he kissed him fully on the lips before closing his eyes. "I don't think I've wanted you more in my life than I did tonight."

"A night of sinful pleasure for me? Keeping you from what you want? Mission accomplished."


( 6 Admirers — Katsu no wa Hyotei )
Jul. 12th, 2011 05:01 am (UTC)
*thumbs up* Niiiice. :D
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:32 pm (UTC)
Awww, thanks! It was one of the harder ones I've written so I'm glad you liked it! :D
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:41 am (UTC)
*laughs* Ah...naked twister...how delightful!

Wyn! :-)
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:33 pm (UTC)
Actually, it was just going to be Twister... which led to the question of how Arthur agreed to Twister in the first place... which meant booze... and booze + poker made sense... Yeah. And then this happened lol.

I Wyn? YES!!! *see icon*
Jul. 12th, 2011 04:39 pm (UTC)
fuck, that's hot @.@
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:34 pm (UTC)
^^ I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading :)
( 6 Admirers — Katsu no wa Hyotei )

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