I love your blog, been reading through your Wendy and Ford stuff (and...oh my gosh how in royal hell did you get me to FALL THIS MADLY IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THIS). BUT! ANYWAYS! There was a thing about Wendy watching Ford do pushups on deck. Hear me out- Wendy acting as a weight on Ford while he does pushups (sitting on his back while he does it). She's just casual as hell about it all and Ford is SO RED IN THE FACE and Stan is LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF AND-!
Iâm gonna one up you with: Wendy and Ford working out together, with Ford trying really hard not to watch Wendy doing pull ups and nearly falls off the boat
IâM GONNA ONE UP MYSELF WITH: Ford and Wendy sparring and being.... pretty equal in all aspects. Stan has bets going and keeps yelling âKICK HIS ASS WENDY GO FOR THE SIDES HEâS TICKLISH THEREâ
Then Wendy has Ford pinned with her weight on him and his hands over his head and Ford is mentally fREAKING OUT LIKE DONâT GET TURNED ON DONâT THINK ABOUT IT FUCK FUCK FUCK
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Arthur really had to keep telling himself that Alfred was just bored during lunch breaks. Heâd be happy to have anyone his age to hang out with in such a dull town, it wasnât that Arthur was so special. Poor Alfred must be very bored living in southern England after what Arthur was sure must be his big exciting life in America.
When Arthur arrived at the end of the high street and turned the corner onto the sparkling river front, he was met with another Windsor boat packed with tourists, and Alfred, once again, in all his glory: moving quickly and gracefully around the tiny docks without getting tangled up in the bustle of people, tugging ropes here, tying knots there, goddamn those armsâŠ
And today, Alfred happened to look up (Arthur had to tell himself it wasnât fate) and spotted him. A smile burst across his face, and he waved Arthur over towards the dock.
âIâll just be sec!â he called from the dock, as Arthur drew nearer. âLet me get The Duchess out and then we can grab some lunch.â
Arthur nodded, though Alfred was already focused back on the boat and its passengers. He wandered over to a nearby bench, a tree in full summer regalia hanging overhead and keeping the spot in some much welcome shade. He sat down and waited, all the while watching as Alfred kept tying thick ropes and showing off those lovely muscles and that perfect tan. Occasionally, heâd run his fingers through his golden hair to keep it out of his eyes, and damn if it didnât make Arthur jealous that Alfred got to touch his own hair like that. He was just showing off now!
âHey! Iâm done.â
Arthur blinked and clutched the rough, wooden bench in surprise, so busy with mindlessly watching Alfred that he hadnât actually registered the fact that the American was walking towards him, which meant Arthur should start acting like a functioning human being again.
âOh. Wonderful,â he said. And then, in an effort to prove he could hold a normal conversation, he added: âThat looked like hard work. Itâs bad enough for me doing all that alone on The Water Burrow, but even four men had their work cut out there mooring up The Duchess.â
âYeah,â smiled Alfred, shrugging as if it were no big deal. âI donât know why they donât build a bigger dock or whatever if the big tour boats are gonna park here. Plus, what are those tourists gonna do in this town? But whatever, itâs pretty fun. Iâd never been around boats before, but I really like the river life now.â
Arthur smiled to himself, even though he was furious at Alfred for knowing the exact right thing to say to make sure that he was well and truly smitten for life. Arthur loved the river life, too, and was more than happy for them to share it together. He was already picturing their summer holidays on the canal boat Arthur wanted to buy when he was olderâŠand married to the boy standing in front of him.
He mentally slapped himself, and stood up to join Alfred.
âSo. Lunch?â he suggested. âDo you have something?â
Alfred looked confused, then noticed the tin box in Arthurâs hand.
âOh, no. Like I said yesterday, I just usually buy a bunch of ice cream all day to keep me going till dinner.â
âYou canât be serious,â Arthur frowned. âAll that work with the Windsor boats, not to mention all the other river traffic during the summer, and you donât even eat?â
âWell, I could make myself food in the morning and bring it with me,â Alfred explained, âbut Iâd rather sleep that extra five minutes than make a sandwich, you know?â he concluded with a sheepish smile and an endearing shrug.
âWell, thenâŠâ said Arthur, slowly, wondering if he could really be this lucky (and stupid, for what he was about to suggest). âI could alwaysâŠumâŠmake you some lunch?â
Alfred blinked at him, and Arthurâs stomach dropped to into the ground. Heâd gone too far, he just knew it, how stupid to suggest something so â
âThat would be AWESOME!â
 Arthurâs face lit up into a smile before he could stop himself â oh, God, he was being so obvious! If this were a Jane Austen novel, heâd practically be considered a harlot for how bold and obvious he was being! No wonder heâd always had such a soft spot for Marianne Dashwood!
âAre you sure itâs not, like, gonna be too much trouble?â Alfred was saying as Arthurâs mind reeled into dramatics. âI mean, I canât just ask you to make lunch for me, thatâs too â â
âNo!â Arthur exclaimed, surprising both of them. (Arthur wasnât aware his mouth had still been listening to the conversation and decided to jump in.) âItâs no trouble at all! Really. I enjoy cooking, and itâs just as easy to make two sandwiches as one. Cooking for one is no fun, anyway.â
Alfred stared, unblinkingly at him, and Arthur found himself unable to keep contact with those piercing blue eyes. He looked down at the ground and twiddled his fingers until a sudden laugh made him jump and look up.
âWell, thatâd be awesome, Arthur. Really. Thank you! And hey, now we have an excuse to eat lunch together every day!â
Arthur nodded, slightly dumbfounded that this was all going so easily. First the petrol excuse which let him keep coming back to see Alfred in the evenings, and now a cold, hard excuse to come and be with him for lunch. This summer was just making up for a lot of past wrongs.
They set off to the supermarket so Alfred could buy something for lunch today. As they passed the ice-cream van camped out by the river front, Alfred turned to Arthur with a bright, beaming smile as dazzling as the river beside them, and maybe just a bit of a blush on his cheeks, unless Arthur was imagining it.
âHey,â he said, âyouâll have to let me buy you an ice cream every day as a thank you for lunch. My treat!â
That had been kind of rude of him earlier, Arthur thought to himself as he tried to justify the fact that he was on The Water Burrow, heading out to see Alfred.
Heâd promised to meet Alfred for lunch, and then â as far as Alfred knew â not bothered to show up at all. He had been there, and turned away because Alfred was busy, which was all well and good. But Alfred didnât know that. And it was only right to go and apologise and explain the matter.
So, really, the fact that Arthur had come home from work and found himself instinctively drawn to the boat and heading purposefully towards Alfredâs dock wasnât because he was hopelessly in love with a stranger. It was just becauseâŠ
It was polite.
Yes, that was the one. That was his reason, and he was sticking to it.
That little stretch of river between the marina and Clove Glen Lock had never seemed so long, even though Arthur had been up and down a thousand times, and loved it dearly. And the lock seemed to take forever, even though he usually loved impressing the onlookers from the riverbank by expertly managing the big boat single-handedly.
And the river was sparkling, and the sky was blue, and the birds were singing, blah blah blah, but it just didnât seem as lovely as it had yesterday. There was something far more beautiful and interesting and magical waiting for him round the corner.
Finally, finally, The Water Burrowâs pointed nose rounded that corner and pointed to the golden figure sitting on the dock in the distance, just visible because Arthur was looking so hard for it.
And finally, finally, he was pulling up to the dock, Alfred bouncing excitedly on the dock and catching the rope Arthur threw him without even asking. It was almost like they both couldnât wait to be together â like maybe Alfred had missed him earlier, and had been sad he hadnât showed up, and maybe Alfred would ask him to get ice-cream and Arthur could lick it sensually and Alfred would be so turned on and ask him out and they could â
Arthur had never had such poor control over his own imagination â even as a childâŠ
âArthur! Where ya been, dude?â asked Alfred, as soon as the ropes were tied and the engine was off.
âSorry, Alfred,â Arthur apologised, coming to lean on the edge of the boat. âI did come during my lunch break, but one of the Windsor boats was just mooring up and I knew youâd be busy.â
âWhy didn't you wait?â
Arthurâs heart did approximately three somersaults, before starting to invent its own gymnastic moves and routines when those turned out to not be quite good enough.
Alfred would have wanted him to wait?! Even though it made Arthur look desperate? ALFRED was that desperate to see him?
Arthur felt a delighted smile and blush blossoming on his face, and just couldnât summon the will to worry about it. He almost skipped to the back of the boat, clambered over the side, took Alfred outstretched hand for balance, and hopped down onto the wooden platform of the dock.
Although his feet were on the ground, Arthurâs heart seemed to have got stuck somewhere in the air when he jumped down. It was about the time he realised he was holding Alfredâs hand.
The two boys quickly tugged their hands away â both trying to act like it wasnât a big deal while blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact.
Arthur knew it was up to him to say something â just when talking had never seemed so beyond his reach.
âUmâŠw-wellâŠI thought you were busy, soâŠâ
âYeah, well, next time, you can wait if you want. I mean, if you have enough time on your break. And if you want to. I mean, you donât have to. No pressure, or anything. But just, if you want to hang out with someone on lunch break or whatever, itâs â â
âThatâŠsounds great,â Arthur interrupted, kindly (as Alfred was looking desperate to shut himself up, but just didnât seem to know how).
âIâm working again tomorrow, so Iâll come by during lunch. And if youâre busy, Iâll wait.â
Alfred just plain beamed at him, shoving his hands in his pockets and bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he wanted to jump around but was just managing to restrain himself. Or maybe that was Arthurâs stupid imagination running away with itself again. His imagination needed to get a life or something â seriously.
âAwesome. So, what can I do ya for?â
And suddenly, Arthur was ludicrously embarrassed and terrified again. Of course it was ridiculous to come all the way here just to apologise for earlier. It wasnât a big enough deal to warrant time and effort like that â especially not when it was a stranger, barely an acquaintance! Alfred would think he was a complete loon! He was expecting him to have come here for a more important reason.
âUm..IâŠâ Arthur cast around for something quickly, and by some miracle remembered his brilliant plan from the day before. Since they had planned to meet for lunch breaks, it had seemed it wasnât necessary, but now it was coming in handy after all!
âI need you to fill up the gas! Because, you know, I forgot to bring all my money yesterday. And it still needs more gas.â
âGreat!â said Alfred, in that excitable way of his again.
It was at some point as he tried to berate himself for finding Alfred pumping petrol into a boat at all sexual, that Arthur realised he really had forgotten his money this timeâŠ
