Punk!England: Hot Six Strings

A/N: So I had two ideas for Punk!England, one of which was considerably more steamy than the other. So after a lot of consideration I decided to go for the sexy one. Although I might do the other one sometime in the near future. Anyway enjoy!

You grunted rather loudly as you pushed away yet another box of things you didn't need right not.

Today was the day you moved into your boyfriends flat after yours was flooded. Boxes upon boxes of your possessions filled every corner of the place but you couldn't find your suitcase.
Instead of packing your clothes in a box you'd put them in your big [f/c] suitcase to try and avoid confusion, but you couldn't for the life of you find the damned thing.

As much as you didn't want to, you were going to have to ask Arthur for help. He'd been helping all day, lugging practically every box from your flat, to his car then up to his slightly bigger flat. He deserved a break, that's why he called for an early night, but you couldn't sleep fully clothed. You needed your Pajamas.

With a sigh you headed to your new bedroom, you could hear Arthur moving around so you weren't worried about waking him although you also weren't expecting to find him jumping around the room in nothing but his Union Jack briefs and a pair of headphones as he played air guitar.

"Um..." You stood completely shocked by the scene before you. You'd never seen him with so few clothes, you had agree to wait until you were both ready. It hadn't been discussed in a while. Neither of you were virgins, you just didn't want to rush into anything not to mention you'd only been dating a few months. Although his body wasn't something to go amiss. He was rather lean for a shorter man, but still well-toned. Probably from holding up real guitars and amps, you learned the difficult way that both weren't light. Also, you thought you could see something rather large and dark on the back of his leg, but he wouldn't stay still long enough for you to figure out what it was. A tattoo if some sort? "Iggy?"

You began to wave your arm in hopes of grabbing his attention, he was really getting into his imaginary performance.

His song must have ended because eventually he gazed up from his invisible guitar and a look of pure horror washed over his face when he spotted you stood in the doorway.
Without hesitation he grabbed the closest thing to him as cover for his modesty which just so happened to be your suitcase. At least you knew where it was.

"Oh sod! [Name] sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away with that."

"No, no, I should of knocked or something."

"No, you live here to now. You don't need to knock Love." He insisted as he nudged towards his chest-of-draws where he grabbed some Pajama bottoms.

"I'm sorry, was that a tattoo?" You couldn't hold it in, your curiosity always got the better of you.

"Oh yeah, it bloody hurt but it's a hot six-string." He grinned, "It's a copy of Steve Joneses."
He pulled his bottoms down to his ankles once more, revealing himself again and lifted his leg up to try and show off the electric guitar painted onto his thigh.

"Can I touch it?" Tattoos had always intrigued you for some reason, you weren't sure why you found them so appealing, you just did.

"Sure." He nodded and you crossed the room to stand before him, slowly you dropped to your knees to get a closer look at it. It stretched from the back of his knee to just below his briefs, it didn't look much different to most guitars except for the two pin up girls that sat around the bottom.

You peaked up at his, he was looking down at you with a strange expression that you couldn't read.

Slowly you reached your hand out and touched the head stock, he flinched away for a second before leaning back against your hand.

Gingerly, you began to run your fingers up and down the neck, occasionally running your thumb against the strings as if they were real.

Then you moved down to the body running your palm against the larger portion.

You'd expected it to feel rough against your fingers but instead it felt as smooth as the rest of Arthurs skin. Completely natural.

You looked up at him and instantly meet his big green eyes watching you intently, his cheeks dusted red and his mouth hanging open. Slowly your eyes drifted back down his body and you noticed his arms awkwardly positioned over his manhood, no sooner had you noticed this did your mind click. He was tuned on.
Without thinking your natural instincts kicked in and you leaned closer to his thigh, your eyes rolled back up to meet his as you faintly pressed your lips his soft skin.
You waited for a reaction and when he didn't object you began to move upward, running your lips against him as you did.

Soon you worked your way up to his stomach, he ran his fingers across your face and into your hair - gilding you up his chest.

You pushed your tongue out and let it move against his chest as he brought you higher.
Eventually you came face to face, your breath heavy and uneven, matching his.
Then without warning he smashed his mouth against yours and roughly began to take your mouth. His tongue pushed in and swirled around your mouth, his hand slid sown and grabbed you by the waist, forcing you closer to him.

Simultaneously you began to step closer to the bed until it hit the back of your legs and you both fell against the plush covers.

As you steadied yourself on the new surface the Brit detached himself from your mouth and leaned up, his lips not against your ear, his breath warming its shell.

"Later, I am going to be a gentleman with you, but right now I just want to see how far I can stretch your body..."

A/N: So if enough people want it I'll probably turn this into a full blown lemon~

and I believe Officer Kirkland will be seeing you soon ;)