Note: Final chapter, all! Throwing in something that you may possibly like a lot C: /Highla

Ten years post the year that they met was completely different. It hadn't turned out at all like they had planned it to and nothing at all seemed to have remained the same, other than Alfred's approach to life. Arthur had gained a PhD in education and a master's degree in English, and was working as an English teacher in the highest private school in Nebraska. Alfred had dropped sports fairly quickly and continued down the path of becoming a physician. Their relationship had been somewhat rocky since high school, yet there was still something between them as they approached their twenty-eighth birthdays.

Arthur let out a sigh as he finally reached across to the pile on the left side of his desk. His private study was usually filled with school books, tests and homework to mark, then there were the planning sheets directly in front of him. He had marked everything possible and had planned each lesson down to what would be said, but it was still only nine o'clock. So, the dreaded divorce papers would have to be tackled. Hesitantly, he slipped his glasses on and read over each section carefully, filling in the relevant information. It was much shorter than he had expected, but at least it was over and he had no chance to give it any second thought. He stood in complete silence and moved it as far away from his desk as possible before taking his seat again.

The news of his divorce had already spread across his entire workplace. The staff stopped talking about their partners whenever he entered the room, and the students expected him to be either over emotional or very harsh. In fact, he was neither and he continued with his job as if his marriage hadn't broken down, refusing to take any sympathy over it.

The Brit glanced up as he heard a knock on the door. "Alfred, I know it's you and you know you don't have to knock to come into my study." The American did as instructed and approached he desk with his hands clasped. Arthur also stood. "What is it that you'd like to talk about?"
"You know, the divorce isn't necessary." He was chewing his lower lip uncomfortably, both eyes locked firmly on the table.
"Alfred, you know it's necessary for the marriage to end. It just isn't working." The taller male adjusted his jacket and continued staring.

"You know a marriage between a gay man and a lesbian won't end in a 'happily ever after' for them together. Your cousin is a good girl and I appreciate what she's done for us; marrying me so that I'm able to live with the man that I love in his home country, carrying all six of our children for us and allowing us to be called mum and dad whilst she takes on the aunt role, etcetera. She wanted to divorce so that your own proposal can be taken further and so that she can start dating again without feeling guilty about having to tell them about being married."

Alfred's eyes met Arthur's for a long moment. One hand extended and touched the smaller male's cheek, and their lips touched in a soft kiss. He swiftly moved to the other side of the desk and crashed their lips together again, his hands skillfully tugging the tie off and busying themselves with his shirt. Arthur tugged the familiar bomber jacket off his shoulders and lifted the shirt off his toned torso in one fluid motion. Their tongues met as hands travelled down from bare torsos to trousers. Buttons and flies were undone, then the lower layers of their clothes were removed simultaneously. In little time at all, the Brit was bent over the desk, his ass in the air with two lightly lubricated fingers moving inside of him.

He allowed himself to let out soft groans of pleasure, but nothing more as not to ruin the future sensations. Alfred scissored the fingers roughly, growing rather impatient quickly as the urge to pound into Arthur grew quickly. As the third was incorporated, rather quickly dare he say, he heard the soft gasp to signify the stimulation of a particular nerve. He grinned; it tended to take several twists of his fingers to find it but after all of the years of familiarising himself with the beautiful body of his lover, he had finally found the angle needed to hit it first time. His fingers teased the nerve bundle, and Arthur quickly found himself unable to stop the short gasps of breath as the pleasure built up inside of him.

The fingers were pulled out slowly and their eyes met again. Arthur tested his weight on his legs, then stood and pushed him against the wall. He kneeled in front of the American and took just the tip of the length into his mouth. one hand gripped at the base and stroked in synch with his licks, causing the taller male to let low noises erupt from the back of his throat. The pumps along the length grew faster as he released the tip from his mouth and planted soft butterfly kisses all over the soft thighs. Alfred felt his head getting light as he pressed more against the wall and closed his eyes for a true feel of the sensation along, but soon felt the hand stop. Yet, before he could open an eye to check for any problem, a heat engulfed him. He could feel himself tapping against the back of a throat, each time provoking a slight gag and swallow around him.

He let out a low, choked noise as he climaxed hard into the warm mouth. Just as he had done many times before when they were younger, he lifted Arthur up in one motion. From kneeling to hovering just above the ground with the strong arms supporting him. It was like a glance back into the past. He wrapped both legs around the beautiful American and soon felt himself pressed against the wall with the still somewhat hard length positioned at his entrance. He gave a single nod and the hips bucked up, pushing the length into him in a way that was rather gentle. Hands found their way onto muscular shoulders, and larger hands pressed against the wall to support them.

The thrusts were erratic, following no particular pattern or pace. Each one varied to prevent repetition and their lips copied; nips, bites, kisses, licks, nibbles were all left over the other's lips and necks without any pattern whatsoever. As the thrusts began to get significantly harder compared to those at the start, the Brit's head rolled back as a direct result of the pleasure running through his body. Alfred naturally took advantage and occupied his lips with the exposed skin of his neck, which built up the waves of pleasure even further until he saw white and climaxed. His partner's soon followed, and was accompanied by a sharp, unidentifiable noise at the sensation of Arthur's walls clamping around his length.

They stayed pressed against the wall for several minutes whilst they came down from their highs, neither particularly in favour of sitting down during that time in case of their legs being unable to support them. Instead, their eyes locked yet again and lips gently touched in a weak, chaste kiss. "I love you, my perfect British genius." A genuine smile played on Arthur's lips; something that hadn't happened for a long time.

"I love you too, my everything, and I can't wait to let the world know that."