ScotlandxEngland

"Mmm~" England hummed softly in response, "Alright." He still hadn't answered Scotland's request for a straight answer. He slipped into the shower, waiting for his lover to come in after. I want to stay... but... He might get tired of me if I do... I don't want that. He closed his eyes and let the water run over his body, washing away the stress that had built up in his shoulders and relaxing his tensed mid section. He sighed in relief.

England paused, uncomfortable due to the silence of his lover, "... Cam?" He asked, his voice quiet behind the rushing of the water from the shower, "I... can't answer you.. " He turned away, beginning to wash his own hair, gently massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes, a small pang in his chest at the thought of his brother growing tired of him. He felt his eyes water and he let the tears fall, believing that Cam wouldn't be able to tell as they were in the shower anyhow.

England felt himself break down, his chest hurting so badly it made it hard to breathe. The water rushing around him was choking him up and he slid to the floor, gasping. He hates me. He regrets asking me. He hates me. He regrets being with me. DAMMIT! He cried, still gasping. He sobbed on the floor, wondering if Cameron even cared to see if he was alright. Probably not... did he only want the sex...?

England sobbed into Cameron's shoulder, "I-I don't want you to..." He choked a little bit, on his own tears, "W-want you to get s-sick of me." He cried wrapping his arms around his lover's neck. He pulled the older man forward before crawling into his lap, not caring that they were in a shower. He pulled the other as close as he could, "L-love you... C-camer- Cameron." He nuzzled his face into his lover's neck. "I love you." He continued to sob.

England kissed back, then blinked up at him, "R-really?" He asked, "You really won't get tired of me?" He was beyond happy to hear the news, "Then I'll stay! I want to stay!" Grinning, he looked up at Cameron and laughed happily. "I love you!' He seemed to be genuinely surprised by his brother's response.

Arthur blushed and nodded. He crawled out of Scotland's lap, standing up before helping his lover up. He stood on his tip toes, reaching his hands up and slowly massaging his head, rubbing all the soap out of the redhead's hair. He grinned, looking into the deep eyes in front of him. He gave a Cheshire grin and pressed his front flush to Cameron's, continuing his massage. He seductively rolled his hips and whispered huskily, "You said this hips were your favorite part, hmm?" He hummed in contentment.

England smirked, but backed off, feeling a heat flicker in his stomach. He hoped Cameron had gotten the message: I want you the instant we're out of this shower. He gave a soft sigh of contentment as he felt the taller man's hands on him, relieving all the stress he felt. The man's touch instantly calmed everything inside of him-- as it had done for as long as he could remember. Even as a child, England remembered his brother's gentle touch, "How long have you loved me like this?"

England moaned softly at the feel of his brother's soft, full lips against his exposed skin. He quickly shut the shower off, "Let's at least make it to the bed love." He murmured heatedly. He got out of the shower beckoning to his lover. "Come on baby..." He teased lightly, "If you hurry, I'll let you choose how you want me~" He giggled-- somehting he rarely did when sober. "I want to to be as rough with me as you want baby..."

"H-hah!" England moaned as the Scottish man kissed down his happy trail, "Mmm~" He hummed softly, pleasure beginning early from anticipation. Arthur felt heat blossom in his stomach and he bucked his hips slightly, wanting to be touched more intimately. "W-what are we doing this time?" He asked, referring to positions. He was beyond eager to try out a new one. Riding his lover had been amazing, but he was ready to feel what his lover could offer in return.

England moaned loudly, "B-but I wanna know~" He whimpered. His voice was a whine, which was only disturbed by the husky quality of it. He arched his back as the redhead ground into him. He rolled his hips up into Scotland's, doing his best to pleasure his brother. "L-love you Cameron." He murmured. He was beginning to feel the heat as it spread to the rest of his body. He was still slick from the shower and part of him was grateful for it.

Another whimper escaped the blonde's mouth as his cock twitched under his older brother's ministrations. He bucked his hips, a needy moan tearing from his mouth. "P-please!" He begged, "C-cam!~ I need you!~" He gave a mewl of pleasure, the heat pooling and coiling in his stomach, driving him insane. He felt his breath beginning to come in pants and he felt as though he couldn't take much more, "I-I'm gonna cu-cum if you don't st-stop."

England mewled, pressing into his lover, "Y-yeah, pleasseee~" He moaned out, panting now. He was at a loss; hhe loved the torture his brother was providing, but he couldn't help but long for something more. "I-I need you Cam~" He groaned with need. "Have your way with me!~" England was writhing underneath the Scot, looking up into his beautiful eyes. "Please?" He whimpered quietly, pleading his lover with his eyes.