Alfred has had a weird history with cops. They’ve been on his good and bad side, sometimes seeing him drunk and walking around freely or running away from them while poking fun at their suits and bellies. Reason why he’d rather stay with his father’s guards than those police suited men and women.

Plus he’d rather see those uniforms used for more fun stuff like wearing it and getting whipped by Al- yeah.

To say the least, it’s big.

Up the stairs, to the right, and then you’re in his room. 

He got the idea when he saw this room.

It’s kind of like that. His office area that is. 

His room is painted white and blue, his choice entirely, and is probably the forth largest in the house. His office is like that,  but it connected to the wall. His bed of also connected to the wall, but is a king size bed hovering the desk. Dangerous, he knows, but he had it built to hold more than even that. Probably a cow could sit in it and not fall. 

That’s to say if he doesn’t want to doze off at his other bed which is more smaller and used to collapsing on. It’s a queen size, located near a smaller desk with a book shelf next to it.

His TV is wall planted, around 3/4ths up the wall. He can watch TV and play games from there easily. If you walk to the right side of the bed, you have his ‘gym’. There are dungbells and other assortments for his daily work out as well as a separate closet just for athletic wear.

If you take a right from there, you have his actual closet that’s around half a regular room size. It’s a walk in one to say the last.

His room is filled with random things, chairs, pillows, clothes just scattered. Some porn is hidden there as well as a hidden stash, but that would be if you wanted to search the entire room.

If he sees a good ass, he’ll stare

He just loves ass. Especially Al’s. He likes how soft and perfectly round and plump it is. He can’t keep his hands off. He likes his own ass too, but something thinks it’s a little flat unlike Al’s.

Alfred flirts. It’s just one of those things he does besides having excessive pride over himself. The thing is though, he’d never overstep his flirtation because of being with Al. He’s content with the loyalty he upholds with the other as well and flaunts it when he wants and can. 

The most flirting he may do is some sexual innuendos, trying to get you drunk, but leaving you at the doorstep of a hotel. He won’t cheat nor have sex with another, maybe some blunt sayings like ‘nice ass’ or ‘I’d fuck you’, but never to the point where he’d touch you. 

That’s all for Al.

So here’s the thing.

His name? It’s Alfred Fucking Jones.

His age? 23

Race? All fucking American.

Born in raised in New York, he took pride seriously. From his Birthday being the Fourth of July to being the son of a big factory corporation, he took anything and made it his ego. He excelled in school as the class clown as well as the biggest ego jock and straight C student. He got jumped when he was 16 for expressing his feelings of being the quarter back on the football team in the wrong place at the wrong time, though he takes pride in that fact as well.

Pride was his forte. Till he met Alfred. It was a business party he’d been invited to with his family. Dressed in one of his favorite white and dark blue suits, he arrived in a dashing manner and ran into the most perfect beings in the world, besides himself. 

Alfred was his name. Funny, since it was the exact same as his, but he took no accord to that. He was more focused on wooing the other. The first thing he could think of was giving a charming smile and winking at him, but that only made him seem more conceited.

To this day, he swears he fell in love at first sight with his favorite little Rebel.

His personality is stubborn with the mix of a cocky bastard in that. He loves his body and works out as much as he works and eats. His work is two jobs, one managing the factory, the other is at an Architecture business with some friends. 

But I mean, it’s Alfred.