I apologise for the stupidness. This was born from now power and probably a mild case of cabin fever.

Australia slumped back on the couch in frustration. "England I'm bored." He whined, looking over at said nation. England raised a brow, unimpressed by his ex-colonies whining.

"It's hardly my fault now is it? It's your country and your bloody atrocious weather that's made us house stuck." England said, shifting the torch in his hand to a more comfortable position so he could continue reading.

Australia had decided to spend the few glorious weeks of summer that he had with England in his Queensland home, enjoying the Gold Coast and it's Hinterlands as a change from the city home that England was used to seeing.

The weather had turned bad, heavy rains and strong winds had caused damage to the home and the surrounding area. Power had been lost a few hours earlier before the house became isolated due to rising flood waters.

Australia glared out the window, trying to find something in the endless dark that came from a mass power out. Even the sky was an inky black, made only a little brighter from the full moon trying to get its light through the heavy clouds.

Australia's eyes flickered back to England, trailing down the beautiful lithe body that the older nation owned. He licked his lips as he thought about everything he had already done, and could do with that body.

Slipping out of his seat Australia made his way over to England silently. He settled himself at the Brit's feet and let his head rest on a strong thigh.

England tried to ignore the younger nation, concentrating on his book as best he could. A large hand found it's way to the button and fly of his dress pants and his eyes flickered down.

Matching green eyes stared up at England, shining with mischief and lust. "You could entertain me." The Australian purred as he tugged England's pants down just enough to reveal pale skin. Leaning forward he licked at England's cock a couple of times as if it were a candy.

England's breath hitched slightly and his toes curled, "A-Australia I'm trying to read." He gasped out. It did nothing to stop the other from firmly wrapping a hand around his cock and taking the tip into his mouth.

Australia took great pleasure in the fact that his movements were causing England to become hard in his hands. The torch had dropped from England's hands onto the small table beside his chair while the book lay forgotten somewhere on the floor.

Hands found themselves in Australia's dirty blonde hair and tugged him up harshly. A sharp moan broke past Australia's lips at the harsh treatment. His body was twisted and forced face down over England's knee.

"I told you I was reading Australia." England said, fumbling to get Australia's pants down to his knees. "If you were a good boy you would have let me continue, but you're not are you?" Australia's arse was exposed to England's view now since he generally opted to go commando, making the other squirm slightly.

"No Mummy, I'm a bad boy." England could hear the lust in Australia's voice as it was said. His breath had hitched again at the nickname, Australia had begun using it quite early on in their relationship and England hadn't been able to stop him no matter how hard he tried. His hand came down hard on his young lovers soft skin, making Australia jump.

"That's right. And bad boys get punished." England licked his lips and brought his hand down again. Australia squirmed and moaned at each hit he received, his arse becoming bright red visible even with his tan.

When England reached fifty in his head he stopped, his hand resting gently on Australia's arse. He could feel the wet patch against his leg from Australia's pre-cum.

"Mummy likes smacking his bad boy." Australia said in a soft voice. He'd never had so many hits in one go before and it stung just a little.

"That's right. Now sit up." England demanded, helping his lover sit in his lap. He pressed their lips together gently, parting Australia's lips easily so his tongue could explore.

Australia melted into the kiss, the same thing that happened after every slightly rough bit of treatment England put him through. It was enough to reassure Australia that he was still very much loved by the ex-empire.

When the kiss broke Australia was panting softly. He fumbled in the drawer of the table beside England's chair, pulling back he held a tub of lube. He pushed it into England's hands before he sat back and set about taking his own shirt of slowly, rocking his hips against England's.

England watched until the shirt and Australia's pants were both on the ground. Australia laid himself back across England's lap so that the Englishman had access to his arse. England smiled a little, covering his fingers in lube while his other hand gently played with the ends of Australia's hair.

Pushing two fingers in at once had Australia biting his lip to keep back a slight whimper of pain. England gave him a while to adjust to them before he pulled them back out and began thrusting and stretching them. Australia squirmed on England's lap, small mewls of pleasure coming past his lips.

"So close England. I want you in me now." Australia begged, making England stop and pull his fingers out completely. Australia whined in despair, arching his hips to try and get the fingers back. He received a gentle smack for his efforts.

"Go get your cock-ring." England pushed Australia slightly when his partner made no move to follow his instructions. Panting softly and walking slightly awkwardly Australia did as he was told and walked up to his room to collect the cock-ring England had brought him. He was silently glad that he knew his house well enough to navigate it in the dark, because in his haste to please England he had forgotten to pick up his torch.

When he came back down he had it in his hands, playing with it almost nervously now. He looked up, wondering if England expected him to put it on himself.

England signalled him forward and he did as he was told, holding his palm up to reveal the small torture device. England took it, wrapping his other hand around Australia's waist to pull him closer. Leaning down he attached the ring into place, giving the leaking cock a few licks after, making Australia moan and whine.

"You're so obedient." England praised, pulling Australia back down so he was sitting in his lap. He kissed the island nation gently again, stroking his cheek to reassure him once more that it was only play and that England still loved him. "How's it feel?" He asked, fingers ghosting over tanned flesh and teasing already tense muscles.

"G-good. England please stop being a tease and just fuck me." Australia demanded, grabbing England's cock and guiding it to his arse. England helped, and together they managed to slowly bury England fully in Australia.

England gave the other little time to adjust before he began his steady thrusts. Australia's head fell forward onto England's shoulder so that he could bite and lick at the pale skin he could reach.

The two sweating bodies were lit up only by the soft glow of the torch that lay forgotten beside them. The light cast long shadows up the wall beside them, something which in their pleasure both nations missed.

Soon their steady rhythm became sporadic thrusting as England neared his own climax. "Off, England take it off and let me cum please!" Australia begged, throwing his head back and clawing at his partners shoulders. England shook his head, his grip on Australia's hips tightening as he continued to thrust into the body in his lap.

"You got me like this so you have to finish what you started before you find pleasure yourself." England grunted slightly as he buried himself into Australia one final time, spilling into the other with a soft moan of his name.

England slumped back against the couch, panting softly as his hands slackened their death grip from around Australia's strong hips.

Australia's eyes were closed, his breath coming out in soft whiny pants. He brought his hand down, fumbling to take the cock-ring off. When it was off he wrapped his hands firmly around his own cock and stroked it a few times before he shuddered and released across England's still clothed chest.

England grunted when the heavy weight of his young lover fell on top of him. His arms came up instinctively and wrapped around Australia's waist.

"So, how long did they say the power would be out?" England asked, his hands coming down to squeeze Australia's slightly abused arse. Australia arched away from it, his head feeling like it was full of cotton wool.

"Three days." Australia mumbled, snuggling into the warm, although sticky body. "I'd say we could go to one of my other houses but I want to make sure stuff here is okay."

"So we have three days without power to entertain ourselves correct?" England clarified with a grin. "You're arse is going to be sore poppet." He purred into the nations ear.

Australia shivered slightly, "That sounds like this will be a fun three days then." He looked down at their sticky bodies. Pushing himself up he sighed gently, "I'll have to set up the outside shower, at least it can run off batteries so we can have a shower before we go to bed." He said before he stood and stretched.

England nodded and followed him up. He pulled his shirt off and watched as Australia make his way outside completely naked. "This definitely isn't going to be a trip to Australia that I'm going to forget any time soon."

Bloody hell I hate no power. When I finished actually writing this we'd had no power for fifty-one hours. My brothers and I were getting cabin fever because we had no power and were house stuck because of rain the first two days and ridiculously hot temperatures the third. We were without power for fifty-three (Which is a lot less then we thought, we were originally told we'd be out for sixty-nine to seventy-seven hours) hours in total before I could post this.

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