Soft curses fell from the british punks lips as he stood in the center of his family's living room, trying to straighten out the twinkling lights that were suppose to be on the oversized green pine tree by now. Loud, obnoxious laughter came from the old, beat up couch. Or more specifically, the blue-eyed, golden blonde haired wanker wearing the cowboys jersey, sitting on his couch, and eating his candy canes meant to go on this damn tree. Alfred was watching that beastly, sham of a sport American's like to call 'Football'. It was a wonder why he seems to like so much.

As if on cue... "Alright! Fucking sacked is ass!" The ever present can of coke was thrust into the air in the blonde's excitement. Causing the disgusting, dark, fizzy liquid inside to slosh around, threatening to spill out of the can, and onto the irritated brit's old, yet spotless, couch.

This was a far cry from what Arthur had originally had in mind when he first called up his American boyfriend. It was Christmas break, and by some type of god sent miracle, both his parents and his siblings were out of the house and weren't suppose to be back for at least a couple of hours.

"Hell yeah, interception! Go Cowboys, Kick their asses!" Arthur didn't even care if the neighbors heard the git anymore. Bloody hell. He didn't want Alfred to yell at the TV. He wanted him to scream out pleasured curses as he grabbed the back of Arthur's head and forced the smaller to deepthroat his huge cock, and suck him off until he'd shoot all his creamy seed down the others waiting throat. And that stupid moron was sitting there, yelling at the television instead of slamming him on the couch and taking him so fast and hard that he wouldn't be able to walk right christmas morning like the punk wanted him to!

Arthur's own member twitched at the thought. Any other day he'd have probably been embarrassed about getting hard from just thinking about his boyfriend, but it's been nearly a full week since they'd last done it, and he was just too fucking horny to care. Screw his brothers for suddenly deciding to come home for the holidays! He wasn't about to let them or anyone else make him celibate for any longer than he had to be (he wasn't completely shameless, or prideless, enough to have sex while his brothers were home. He'd rather strangle himself a thousand times over then go through that kind of indignant experience.) And this bloody moron wasn't allowed to waste a good chance to fuck, especially for a stupid game.

Licking his lips, he turned back around from the tree. Lights be damned. His brother's can finish when they get home. Another goal, or touchdown, or whatever the hell it was called, and Alfred jumped up. The light material of the jersey moved up ever so slightly, revealing only the smallest glimpse of the washboard abs beneath.

Making his way upstairs, a plot formed in his head. He'd have to use his time wisely or else everyone would be back much too early for anyone liking. Arthur opened the door to his room. Ignoring the fanatic jeers from down stairs, he made a beeline for the closet. Shifting past all the Sex Pistols and Lockjaw T-shirts, Arthur found what he was looking for, and smirked. This would do it.

Alfred watched the game happily. The cowboys were up by two points, and it was turning out to be a pretty good one. Shoving another candy cane, what does that make like twelve, in his mouth, and kicked up his feet onto the coffee table. Originally, he'd come over to help Arthur, but hey, they made a deal. Alfred would only help him until the game came on. Plus, he could always help him afterwards too.

"Alfred." Crap. Taking his feet of the table, he turned, bracing for the brit's furry, but what he saw stopped his mind in its tracks, and caught the full attention of his dick. Arthur stood there, apparently naked under nothing, but the thin material of Alfred's own number fifty jersey he'd forgotten over here after the last game, and hadn't bothered picking up.

A coy smile spread across the sandy blonde's face. "What's wrong Al? Don't like what you see?" Alfred couldn't move. He was stuck in place, a deer in the headlights, even as Arthur slowly, almost teasingly, made his way forward. "Or..." He stopped right in front of him, only a breath away. "Do you like it a little bit too much?" Warm breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. Such an innocent voice in such a sexy situation. It sent chills up his spine.

Leaning over, Arthur rested his slim fingers on the others thighs as he brought his face eye level with Alfred's. His lips just barely skimming over the football players. "How about we play a different game?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer before slipping onto the others lap. A pink tongue slipped out of his mouth and swept across Alfred's lower lip, trying to coax them open before slipping inside.

Snapping out of his paralysis, Alfred grinned into the kiss. His boyfriend was being sexy. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Alfred plunged his tongue with Arthurs. Arthur pressed down suddenly, rolling his hips against the taller man's. Alfred growled, nipping harshly at the punks kiss swollen lips. He snaked his hand up onto the other waist, pressing him downward as he bucked up, grinding together there growing erections. "Aaaahhh~" Arthur a strangled moan at the sudden movement as pleasure shot up his spin and back down to his groin.

Arthur abandoning the kiss, more favor of tipping his head back and moaning out his pleasure at the sharp jerking movements as Alfred thrusted against him. Hot, open mouthed kisses trailed down the side of his throat, only stopping to bite at the soft flesh of the junction between his neck and shoulder. Alfred smirked against the smooth skin, immensely enjoying the sounds flowing freely from the brit's lips.

Losing any form of patience at this foreplay, Alfred pushed Arthur back onto the couch, settling between his legs. He reached up, tangling one hand into soft sandy locks, and pressing their lips together again in a heated kiss, as he easily pushed his tongue past the others weak defense. Instantly dominating the kiss.

His other hand moved from Arthur's hips upward as he still ground into Arthur with a jerky pace. Pre-cum leaked profusely from the tip, staining the jersey material. Strong fingers mapped out the expanse of silky skin beneath his palm until he reached the what he'd been looking for. "Ohhh~" Arthur arched his back off the couch as Alfred rolled his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. he stimulation quickly making the flesh hypersensitive.

Oxygen became an issue as Arthur's lungs burned. He turned his head to the side, breaking contact. Alfred moved down, kissing at his neck. Heavy pants punctured by the occasional moan hung heavy in the hot atmosphere around them. "H-hey," Arthur swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice. "T-take them off already." He snuck a hand between them, pulling at the hem of the cowboy's jersey. "Hur-hurry up!" Alfred sat up, ignoring the frustrated groan from his partner. Taking off the jersey, and unzipping his jeans, he kicked them down to his ankles, relieving his cock from its clothed prison.

Holding up three finger, he moved them toward the sandy blonde's lips. Arthur took them in gleefully. Ready to get this moving on. He lathered each finger in generous amounts of spit. Using his tongue to coat each digit from base to tip. Alfred pulled them away with a pop, and moved down, closer to Arthur's entrance. He slipped in a wet finger,without hesitation. Arthur breathed heavily. Rough pants slipped through the smallers lips. This heavy, foreign feeling never really went away no matter how many times they did this.

Alfred groaned at the tight feeling of the other hole. Imagining it He moved it in and out hastily, trying to quickly prepare his lover. Arthur gave out another throaty moan as a second finger was pressed in. Stretching him deeper than the first. Sparks of pleasure raced down his sex. Arthur rolled his hips, trying to fuck himself on the fingers. "H-hurry up, git-ahhh~" As soon as the words were uttered, a third finger was shoved in upward, hitting his prostate dead on. He arched up, moaning loudly as the fingers inside of him continued to hit that one spot, making him curl his toes into the couch fabric. Arthur clenched down painfully on the fingers, making Alfreds dick twitch with eagerness to be inside the tight ass before him.

"Alfred-Ahhh, j-just do-ooh, do it already." Didn't need to tell him twice. Alfred pulled out his fingers and placed the head of his cock at Arthur's entrance. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep in the others suffocating warmth. Pain shot through Arthur. He clenched down painfully as the man seated inside of him tried to still himself. Alfred panted over Arthur, clenching the couch cushions on the sides of the brits head. Using every ounce of restraint he has to wait for his love to adjust, rather than blindly plunging in, fucking him freely in that search of white hot completion.

Alfred pressed soft kisses to the side of his lover's neck, trying to distract himself from the tight heat surrounding his cock, and ease Arthur's pain as well. Arthur moved his hips experimentally, moaning as nothing, but pleasure shot through him. He reached up, slipping his arms around the football players shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles. He groaned out. "Move." Alfred pulled out halfway before pushing back in. Arthur rolled his hips trying to speed up the unsatisfying pace."Faster, git. You're too slow." Alfred snapped forward quickly, upping the speed as he thrusted in. Groaning as the warm walls around him massaged his cock. He drove in faster, harder, deeper. Gruning as every thrust of his hips was ment with a roll from Arthur. His boyfriend was practically scream in pleasure as he was mercilessly pounded into the cushions. Every thrust assaulting his prostate.

Heat coiled in the pit of his stomach as Alfred worked him over. Alfred grunted above as Arthur dug his nail into his the sweaty flesh of his back searching for something to hold him down. Leaving bright red scratches. "A-Alfred, I'm close." He warned. A couple more thrusts, and he came, moaning out loudly as cumcovering both there chests. Alfred followed not long after, releasing his seed deep inside of him with one last thrust.

Sated, Alfred pulled out, and rolled to his side so and pulled Arthur on top of him. "Think we should finish the tree now?" Alfred asked jokingly. Like hell he was moving. "Screw the tree. Those lazy arses can do it." Arthur said, laying his head down on the others chest. Listening to Alfreds heart beat. A peaceful Christmas eve...or not.

"Hey ya' Artie. Where' ya' at? You 'n' yur' boyfriend finish the tree?" The loud scottish voice boomed jokingly. Yeah, they don't know, And it's probably best to keep it that way. At least for a certain punks sanity. Four sets of heavy footsteps pounded their way to the living room. Both Alfred and Arthur hauled ass trying to get dress. Arthur ran up the stairs to grab some clothes, mentally berating his brothers. 'Fucking stupid wankers. These aresholes will never let me live this down!"

"oooh~ What do we hav' her'?" 'somebody kill me.' And that's just another holiday at the Kirkland household. Merry Christmas everyone.

First. Smut. Ever. Review! Seriously, I need to know how bad this really turned out so, review. And Merry Christmas.