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mr-alfred-nugent · 11 years ago

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I actually wanted to write a short Thomfred Hate!sex drabble inspired by this gif:

CLICK Well, I failed ...

pairing: Thomas/ Alfred

genre: romance/ fluff ... and a little bit of hate-sex

words: 2207

A/N: In this AU, Jimmy simply doesn't exist. =D

"Funny how some people become even more beautiful with age," Alfred teased as his fingers raked through Thomas's hair, toying with the first silver strands they find at his temple. “Is that aimed at me, Mr. Nugent?“ Thomas raised a brow, then gave Alfred's leg a playful kick under the covers. Alfred snorted. “If the cap fits...“ he whispered, his hands firmly grabbing the back of Thomas's head, forcing the older man to look at him. “..wear it.“ Thomas's grin quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he felt Alfred's mouth roughly kissing and licking the bare skin of his neck, those soft lips caressing him almost felt like he was home.

But Thomas, frightened as he was since love was a scary thing after all - had refused. It was only a matter of time - Thomas had decided bitterly - until Alfred would leave him; they all had at some point, in one way or another - and he'd be alone again, heart shattered and beaten, with nothing left but his job at Downton and the pitiful remains that were his life.

Alfred never asked him again.

Yet there was that incredibly strong yearning in his eyes every time they had to part and it made Thomas feel like a terrible bastard. On the train ride back to the Abbey he mused about the life he wanted but didn't dare to lead; swallowing both the tears of guilt and the chocolate Alfred always gave to him to keep for all those long dull days and nights they had to spend apart. (Thomas was fairly certain that not a single piece of chocolate had ever made it to Downton. )

Sometimes Thomas's melancholy changed into an odd unreasonable anger, usually when most of the chocolate was gone and his stomach started to hurt a little. Why did you never ask me again? He accused Alfred inwardly, a pained expression on his face, and his fellow passengers would give him funny looks as Thomas shifted restlessly in his seat, wiping his chocolate-smeared mouth with chocolate-smeared fingers and muttering incoherent words to himself. Damn Alfred, why don't you make me say it?! You must know anyway. After all these years ... Thomas felt his heart wrench in his chest. One day, Alfie. He finally assured himself between little bites of the remaining chocolate. One day …

But when? Thomas wondered. They'd been at it for almost four years now though Thomas couldn't quite grasp what exactly 'it' was. All he knew was that every time he saw a happy couple or watched an embarrassingly soppy love story at the flicks - alone, of course - the scent of Alfred's hair filled his head and he longed for those wide green eyes to look at him the way only Alfred could. The young man warmed his heart, even when he wasn't there, making it grow wider and wider until there was no space inside Thomas that wasn't filled with him. So it must be something serious after all, Thomas supposed.

Still he wasn't able to wrap his head around how a night that had started off with the ginger footman cornering him in the yard and shoving him angrily against the stone wall ended up with his lips around Alfred's cock and hungry hands tangled in his hair; tugging; caressing before pulling hard again ...

“The house isn't being properly represented, is it?“ Alfred growled in his ear and Thomas shuddered when the young man's fingers were pressing furiously into his shoulders. Alfred called him a “bloody bastard“ then, voice all husky and rough with emotion, and Thomas's prick hardened in a blink. To say Thomas was horrified would be a vast understatement. Dear god, it's just bloody Alfred. Thomas scolded his straining cock, cheeks flaming an angry red as he felt hot unfamiliar lips on his neck and a reciprocating erection bumping against his thigh.

The rest was blurry.

Thomas was sure there had been hissed 'I hate you's. Teeth digging deep into soft flesh, almost breaking skin. He also remembered his nails scratching violently down the sensitive insides of Alfred's thighs. And moans; god, those beautiful moans of sweet pain and raw lust that had filled the chilly air until Alfred gasped his name, over and over, as he came hard down Thomas's throat.

It was impossible, absurd even that a few minutes of furious hurried sex had turned into something like this. Tender. Precious. Something that was far more to Thomas than just a beautiful distraction or a delightful habit. And although it may seem rather pathetic, if Thomas was honest to himself it was what he was bloody living for.

Only one goddam day a month - and the night of course. Oh, their nights... and breakfast in bed the morning after. No matter how early they had to get up, somehow Alfred always managed to provide him with this delectable luxury and Thomas thought it rather funny that he should find the greatest pleasure in such simple things when he was with Alfred.

So after all there was no denying; Thomas utterly adored Alfred and though in a very twisted way he always had. Alfred knew what he wanted out of life, even back then as a footman at Downton when he'd still been half a boy. Over the years Thomas noticed all the little changes in him in silent wonder; Alfred seemed to become exactly the man he was meant to be, and what a wonderful man that was Thomas thought, proudly.

Ambitious but not unyielding. Self-assured but never smug. And without a doubt Alfred was one of the kindest souls in this world yet with that subtle charming sass Thomas secretly admired.

The plain truth was that there had never been a time when Thomas hadn't felt so very strongly about Alfred, as if he'd known of the story of their love even before it was written.

Thomas ran his thumb idly along Alfred's lower lip, watching little wrinkles dancing around his eyes as Alfred smiled back at him. Thomas sighed heavily.

You deserve everything, not just a fuck and breakfast together once a month. You give me so much yet you expect so little in return. he thought mutely, that awful guilty feeling gnawing on his insides once again. Thomas's hand softly grabbed Alfred's face and stroked his cheek, fingertips brushing over light ginger stubble. A little smirk crossed his face at the memory of that scratchy skin scraping roughly across his belly; teasingly brushing against the underside of his cock before Alfred had finally taken him in ...

“Beautiful.“ Thomas muttered and kissed that adorable face before him, a face entirely pure and honest and so very familiar. Oh Thomas knew every freckle by heart, those little skin stars delicately adorning Alfred's fair skin. Thomas took a long breath. Yes, Alfred was a grown man now. And Thomas was just - older. Softer maybe, in various ways. He preferred not to think about Alfred starting to get bored of him and look for someone new. A younger lover; most likely a man who would give him all the things Thomas didn't. Every day and every night.

The mere thought of losing Alfred hurt him like a knife to his heart; only then Thomas realized he would do anything to make Alfred stay ...

With a stifled groan Thomas leaned over and briefly kissed Alfred's mouth before brushing their foreheads together. He swallowed tensely. “I'm thinking about a change, you know.“ Thomas tried a nonchalant tone that didn't quite come off; his nerves were on fire and his heart thrumming so wildly in his chest, he could barely hear his own words.

The warm light of the late afternoon sun illuminated Alfred's face, catching in soft ginger strands, and Thomas thought him so very beautiful like that. His fingers shook a little as they ran repeatedly through the small patch of hair on Alfred's chest, a fruitless attempt to ease his racing mind as he waited for a reaction.

“Change?“ Alfred slowly sat up, narrowing his eyes at Thomas in suspicion. “What change?“ He asked thickly and despite himself Thomas's face started to burn. He cast his eyes down, struggling for words. “London's a lovely city. Uh... so .. so very modern.“ Thomas suddenly felt a little stupid.

“You want to leave Downton after almost 15 years because London is 'modern'?“ Alfred exclaimed, bewildered, and Thomas's throat tightened. Perhaps it was a bad idea after all. The dreams of a fool.

“For god's sake, why Thomas?“ Alfred shook his head and gazed at him, expression caught between confusion and something unreadable. Hope maybe.

“For love.“ Thomas muttered quietly. He bit his lip then and for a moment he wanted to take it back, although it was the truth. Precisely because it was the truth. An awkward moment of silence stretched between them, filling the bedroom with the tension of unspoken words. Alfred's lips were pressed to a tight line as he stared down at the covers his fingers were clutching hard.

“For love.“ Thomas repeated, heart jittery, and he reached out a hand to rest on Alfred's.

“Hm,“ Alfred blinked rapidly, still avoiding Thomas's gaze; his eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“Yes, this is aimed at you, Alfie,“ Thomas murmured as he lifted Alfred's hand and slowly kissed every single finger before dragging his mouth across the soft skin of his wrist. Alfred remained silent, just looked at him from beneath ginger lashes with this vivid sparkle in his eyes that never failed to make Thomas's heart flutter. Oh he knew that look only too well and he sighed in pleasure when Alfred pushed him back into the mattress and crawled all over him, covering Thomas with his warm milky skin and that alluring scent Thomas had become addicted to.

“Please touch me.“ Thomas whispered then let his tongue slip into the heat of Alfred's mouth, making him moan and kiss back with fervor. Oh thank god you've never been able to resist my lips. Thomas noted silently. He moved his hand to lay it against that firm chest and felt a strong heartbeat pulsing in his fingertips; whether it was Alfred's or his own, he couldn't tell; Thomas supposed that after all this time, it was probably the same ...

“I ...aah...want you. I do. “ Thomas croaked against Alfred's neck with an encouraging rock of his hips. “Oh, you..hmm.. don't know... how much I need you, Alfie. Please.“ He was not ashamed to beg, not ashamed of anything right now; Thomas had never thought it possible to be so close, so intimate with someone and still it wasn't enough, there would never be enough of this.

Love. Thomas thought and he felt silly and happy and incredibly aroused as Alfred's deft fingers eventually curled around his hardening cock. He stroked Thomas at a leisurely pace, regarding him carefully with an expression of sweet desire written all over his face.

“God yes...“ Thomas groaned, writhed beneath those loving hands and he bit his lip hard, watching in fascination as those long fingers massaged him, slow and fast, rough and tender, just like he needed them to. Those wonderful hands that had touched, loved him a thousand times before and, muffling his gasps with the back of his hand, Thomas struggled to keep his eyes open, almost coming undone at the thrilling sight of Alfred slowly masturbating him into a frenzy.

“I love you, I always have.“ Alfred sobbed, breathless, into his mouth. “And even when I hated you, when you were nothing but a smug arse, I loved you too, Thomas.“

With that, Thomas closed his eyes and came - just the way he liked best: Alfred bent over him, his tongue deep in Thomas's mouth and soft ginger hair tickling at his cheeks.

The moment he released into Alfred's fist, ragged words began to spill from Thomas's lips; words he'd been afraid of for years so he'd kept them inside until his heart seemed to burst from the sheer intensity of his feelings.

Words like “I'm sorry I made you wait for so long.“, “You know I love you, don't you Alfie?“ and “Don't leave me.“.

It wasn't long until he felt Alfred coming too, half-laughing as he spurted across Thomas's belly in beautiful long streaks.

“Oh, my love.“ Thomas babbled with a sated sigh and pressed himself up against Alfred, pulling him closer ...and closer... until he was drowning in an ocean of creamy freckled skin and whispered promises. A blissful calmness overcame Thomas, so profound and intense, for the first time in his life he almost felt whole …

And suddenly he knew: He was home.

At last.

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mr-alfred-nugent · 11 years ago

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He leers at me when I tell him I'm going to bring myself off, his hungry eyes lingering on my face, as if he's considering ... which makes me get even harder; the thought of just pushing my boxers down and letting him watch me wank until I spurt my seed all over his belly ...

Suddenly Thomas pulls me closer, pressing me firmly against his body, and he kisses me with such fierceness, it knocks the air out of my lungs. I kiss him back, breathless, sucking, licking every inch of his mouth I can reach, getting completely lost in his bloody sweet tobacco taste.

It feels as if we're caught in a frantic dream.

Sweat. Heat. My body aching for him while my fingers keep pumping his swollen cock.

And then he asks me to fuck him.

Fuck. Him. Come inside him.

My stomach flips and I try to hide the awful shake of my hands by increasing the pace of my strokes.

His voice is low and raspy in my ear as he continues whispering utter filth about filling him, fucking him right here and now and that's when the throbbing between my legs becomes unbearable.

The image of pushing my cock into his perfect arse, ruthlessly, until he's begging me to make him come flashes through my mind and I can only groan,

"Thomas...oh god.“ before my hands fly down to grope at his buttocks; damn he's so desperate for it, almost urging me to take him, dark eyes pleading and his face full of wanton helplessness …. and then I'm done for.

I press him against the fridge with sweaty hands before I let them run down to his cheeks, beginning to circle and tease his tight entrance until he tells me what I need to do next ... mentioning incidentally that he hasn't been fucked in a long time.

And then it hits me hard; I've never done this before. Fucked a man. And god knows how many blokes Thomas has offered his arse to before.

But when he looks at me, full of lust and what I hope is genuine affection for me, I start acting completely on instinct.

Slowly, I slide down his body, sinking onto my knees, my eyes still locked with his.

"Take off your boxers.“ I order him lowly, watching as he quickly pushes them down to his ankles before kicking them off under the table, revealing a hard, flushed cock.

"You want more ice cream?“ I shakily ask while my fingers run through the cream and he hisses when I start spreading it along the length of his throbbing cock.

Then I lean in and mouth at it, so very softly and he makes a weird sound, his head hitting the fridge but he doesn't seem to care. The look on his face speaks of intense pleasure, his breath going erratic as I trace my tongue roughly along his thick shaft, smearing the ice cream all the way up to the slick tip. Finally, I take him in deep and suck hard, and he tastes so fucking amazing – the flavour of vanilla blending perfectly with the salty taste of precome. The moment I eventually dare to slip my finger past his entrance, slowly and carefully, his loud gasps mix with the rattle of the fridge at his attempt to grip anything for support. I move my finger, only a little, and then I just stare at him for long moments, mesmerized as he starts rocking against my hand, fucking himself on my finger … before he asks for a second. Then a third.

"Hnnn A- Alfred...yesss please...“ he pants and I'm looking up at him, basking in his deep desire for more. Oh he's so beautiful when in ecstasy, blood red lips parted and dark hair curtaining his closed eyes .

"Turn around now.“ I mutter, my voice almost cracking as I slowly withdraw my fingers. He takes in a sharp breath and I stroke his thigh, feeling it quiver beneath my touch as he obeys and faces the fridge. Good.

The second I gaze at that fucking beautiful arse in front of me, every coherent thought is gone.

I scoop up some of the ice cream with trembling fingers and place it onto the small of his back, watching it slowly dripping down while my hands are spreading his cheeks.

With my pulse racing I lean in and start following the delicious sticky trail with my lips, tentatively mouthing at his cleft before my tongue darts out. All at once, he goes very still, holding his breath as if he knows what I'm going to do to him ...

The moment my tongue makes contact with his entrance he groans lewdly above me, rocking his hips down against my face and I know that's it...

So I taste him again, lick him open, eager and hungry and it's so filthy and hot and he moans and whimpers and my tongue pushes in deeper and he starts babbling, telling me to fuck him with my tongue, so I do, god I do... and he's so tight and warm and I can't stop, I don't want to, and he starts rubbing his prick against the fridge in desperation ...

„Oh god ..hnnn....going to come...“ he chokes out and at that I abruptly pull away before giving his arse a firm slap. "Don't!“ I hiss at him, quickly getting back to my feet. "Don't you dare come without my cock inside you...“ I growl in his ear as I yank down my boxers. I'm so bloody hard and leaking, it's ridiculous; I'm probably going to finish before I'm fully inside him.

"Tell me again! Tell me you want me... Say it !“ I grunt into the back of his neck then grab my pulsating cock and carefully press it between his cheeks, bumping against his ice cream-slicked hole. He's trembling and god knows I am too when he starts begging for it again ...

" Alfred... I...ahh need you to fuck me..now...now. Please Alfred...please.“

I almost cry out into his shoulder when I make the first push, mindful not to go too fast or too deep but it's almost impossible at this wonderful tight heat and he grunts and moans, telling me to do it hard; damn he doesn't have to ask twice.

In a blink I grab his wrists and pin them above his head, whipping off the photos and sending them flying to the floor in the process. I press him firmly against the fridge, his damp hot skin against the cool surface, and push in - all the way; causing him to let out a pained noise.

"Does it hurt?“ I spit out and he nods shakily.

"But...ah ...more...more please.“ he pants and so I start fucking him harder, fast deep pushes that make him whine and swear and moan and sob, dear god I fuck him so hard against the fridge now, it must be really painful ...

But he was begging me for it, wasn't he, and I won't deny him anything, not tonight or any other night I realize as I continue ramming into him. And I'm surely not denying myself the most beautiful pleasure on earth that is Thomas's pale hungry arse.

When I kiss and bite at his neck, almost violently, lick the salt from his perspiring skin his moans grow louder and louder and I know it won't be long now. The side of my face presses against his sweat-dampened hair as I tell him in a tone that doesn't take no for an answer :

"Touch yourself. Now. I want to watch you come … “

I wake up with a groan, slightly disoriented from sleep, and wipe my eyes. The room is still covered in darkness so my hands are searching blindly for Thomas beside me - I need the warmth of his skin on mine again - but they just grab the covers. Immediately, I sit up with a start.

"Thomas“ I…

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Waiter, Waiter ... continued. (kitchen)

"Thomas“ I whisper, feeling my worst fears come true.

He's gone.

The answering silence is deafening to my ears and I feel shivers running down my neck.

So that's it. That's all he wanted ...

Suddenly a cold panic is gripping me and I can feel desperation turning my stomach over ..Thomas is gone … Thomas is gone ...

Then I hear some noises from the kitchen that make me all but jump out of bed.

The moment I open the kitchen door, I have to grab the doorway for support as I'm choking a little sob.

Thomas is here. Of course he's still here; he promised me he wouldn't leave. And he wouldn't lie to me. I reassure myself. Never. Not after what we've done; not when there's so much between us ...

"Thomas.“ I utter, fighting to keep my voice down as I close the small distance between us.

Immensely relieved, I wrap my arms around him from behind, possessively, as if we hadn't seen each other for months, but I'm just claiming what's mine now ...

Thomas is only wearing his boxers and I press myself against the strong muscles of his back, marvel at those broad shoulders, the pleasant heat of his body. Still, he's nowhere near close enough ...

With a turn of his head, he just smiles at me, relaxing into my embrace and rubbing his stubbly cheek against the side of my face and I wish I could keep this moment forever – just the two of us, Thomas safe in my arms and then, later, in my bed - forgetting about the world and its ugly realities while we're making love until the morning light ...

Abruptly, my gaze drops to the half-empty ice cream bowl on the countertop and I snort with satisfaction.

"So you do like the best dessert under the sun then?“ I ask him with a wide grin while my hands are roaming around his naked chest, toying with the dark hair beneath my fingers. He really is such a sexy beast ...

My tongue darts out and slowly licks the little spot of vanilla ice cream from the corner of his mouth, making him close his eyes and moan lowly, just like he did a few hours ago when his dick was in my mouth. I shiver.

"Mmm you taste so bloody good.“ I whisper into his ear, then slide the tip of my tongue along the shell when I see him eat from the bowl with bare fingers. Jesus, these handsome, long fingers; my heart skips a beat as I think about the secret places of my body they have touched earlier tonight.

"Thomas Barrow !“ Damn, I fucking love the sound of his name on my lips.

"I do have spoons, you know?“ I scold him with a wiggle of my finger but he just grins and catches my wrist before dragging my fingers leisurely through the melting ice cream then bringing them up to his mouth. He looks at me, waiting – his eyes so very dark and deep with lust, my cock immediately starts to throb with want again. Want for his mouth, his body, his very core … and the moment he parts his lips to take my fingers in, sucking at them with vigor we both know where this is going to end.

I feel my eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his hot mouth sucking the cold ice cream from my fingers, then hear him swallow... swallow. God, it's just beautiful torture, the pulsing ache between my legs, the memory of him licking me, sucking my cock, until, until I-

I bite my lower lip hard, struggling for composure. When is it going to abate, this maddening, overwhelming desire for him, this raw lust, so strong, so all-consuming … how many touches and kisses will it take? How many fucks? When will he grow tired of me, of my slender, pale, boring body? I roughly withdraw my fingers from his mouth, earning a surprised gasp from him.

A thin trail of melted ice cream is running down his chin, begging me to lean in and part my lips to mouth a slow wet trail down his throat, remembering the amazing, strong taste of his come, the feel of it on my lips and in my mouth.

"What are we, Thomas?“ I ask him hoarsely as my hand glides down his bare chest, nails raking insistently over heated skin.

A kiss against his neck.

"Friends?“ Idly, I trace the pad of my thumb over his nipple, teasing him until he arches his back into me, presses his arse firmly against my crotch and little pants escape his mouth. I'm doing my best to not just yank down both our trousers and rub my needy prick against that tempting, beautifully curved arse.

"Boyfriends?“ My breathing quickens and he purrs lowly at the firm touch of my hand against his belly, his navel, before I finally slip my hand into his boxers, a slight brush of my knuckles against his stiff cock.

He jumps, hissing.

"Or ... lovers?“

"Everything.“ he gasps and firmly puts his hand on mine, forcing me to increase the pressure and his moans, his beautiful moans …

I stroke him a few times with deft fingers until he's fully hard and slick, trembling so heavenly beneath my touches.

"Come to bed, Thomas.“ I manage to breathe, gritting my teeth - I can't help but reach down and run my other hand between my own legs, pressing down hard. Harder …. it's so painful, it feels almost brilliant.

"Please Thomas.“ I beg shakily; I'm pretty sure I can't wait for him much longer. "I want to suck you again.“

To my surprise, he slowly shakes his head no and, disappointed, I wonder if I just wasn't good enough. I've never done it before, after all. Then again he came so fucking hard, and the way he groaned and spurted all over me …

"Alfred...“ he murmurs, then his voice breaks off and he looks at me with these deep blue eyes, oh the way he looks at me, as if he wants me so much, he can't bear it and it feels so good and I need him, need anything from him, I can hardly think ...

"What do you want then?“ I give his cock a tight squeeze, growling: "Tell me right now because if we don't get it on this very moment Thomas, I swear I'm going to bring myself off and come right here, on the floor ...“

#thomfred #thomas barrow #alfred nugent #downton rp #modern au #waiter waiter

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