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Henry was currently late, well he wasn’t late, he was ‘Henry late’. Which meant he’d be arriving to his appointment exactly on time, but he hated the idea of that; the idea of seeming not put together. But his Uber had been late, and then traffic and now he was nearly sprinting down the sidewalk and half colliding with the building door before finally letting himself in. Once he nearly stumbled inside he did take a moment to collect himself, breathing heavily as he glanced around. It was a nice office, small but homey, everything in Texas was homey, it was one of the things he quite liked about it.

“Are you alright?”

A voice woke him out of his brief panic, that had to be the receptionist, or the associate or someone. He tried to look normal, and completely failed the moment he laid eyes on the man who spoke. He was a touch shorter than Henry, but still tall, and muscular. Even through that very well-tailored suit, Henry could see muscle definition. Tanned skin and dark fluffy curls, stubble on his cheeks that looked like a weeklong grow out. It lined his jawline and cheeks perfectly, which drew Henry’s attention to incredibly soft looking lips, and then up to beautiful brown eyes and lashes that could have so easily been mascara coated. Christ, Henry could have fallen to his knees right there, half from the previous panic earlier, half from this being the most beautiful man he’d ever seen and--oh fuck he’d been staring way too long.

So long in fact the man was stepping closer, Henry knew this man couldn’t come too much closer or he genuinely might pass out on the spot. What was happening to him, he had to be overworked and pent up from college, that had to be it.

“Oh, sorry, no sorry, I’m fine, I.. just rushed in is all,” Henry finally choked out, his voice nearly cracked like he was going through puberty again.

“Alright,” the breathtakingly beautiful man laughed softly, “Would you like a water, or something?” he asked it while already walking to a mini fridge, taking out a small carton of water and walking back over, offering it to the blond. He let Henry take it and look confused for a moment before he pointed at it, “The containers are more ecofriendly.”

“Oh, right, very good.” Henry said nodding. Why had he said that? This man was making a bumbling idiot out of him.

“I’m.. going to go out on a limb and assume you’re Henry,” the man said extending a hand, “Not every day my clients are British,” he explained with a smile.

Oh, that southern drawl was delicious, Henry couldn’t help but wonder how it sounded in other situations. ‘Christ, stop that, behave, you’re an adult, be normal.’  His inner monologue chastised, like his next thought wasn’t how big this man’s hands were; long fingers. He wondered if that was all that was long. ‘Fuck. Face, look at his face, Henry.’ That didn’t help, that warm smile, those eyes, that stubble. Henry wanted it against his thighs, he wanted to see those eyelashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back on the edge of an orga- ‘Shut UP, Fox!’

Henry managed a nod, a smile, a soft ‘mhm’ noise that almost sounded normal, as he shook the man’s hand, “It’s a pleasure, I have an appointment with Attorney Diaz.”

“That’s me,” the man, apparently Attorney Diaz, said with a warm smile.

Henry had to physically repress the yelp that threatened to crawl out of his throat. This man was his lawyer? Oh, he was done for, and not in the legal sense, in the sense that he knew every meeting would end with him writhing in his bed with his own hand wrapped around his co-

“Oh, it’s.. it’s lovely to meet you, I’m sorry I’m late, and rushed in here a mess like this. It’s all rather embarrassing,” Henry said with a soft laugh.

“No need to apologize,” Diaz laughed, “You’re fine, you’re completely fine. And you’re not late, you were right on time, sweetheart,” he said stepping to rest a hand on the blond’s shoulders, walking him forward, “Come on into my office, let’s get comfortable and talk.”

‘Sweetheart.’ The hand on his back. ‘Oh.’ Henry would like to have been able to say it was his heart that fluttered.

The two of them walked into the office that made up half of the building, it was like the rest of everything, homey. Once they were inside they both took their respective seats, albeit that Henry certainly seemed a bit less smooth while doing so.

“So, you brought paperwork?” The brunette asked, gesturing toward a folder that Henry had been holding against his chest the entire time.

“Ah, yes, sorry.” He said, passing the folder over on the desk, “I know I emailed and I said so many things, but mostly, I have my student visa now, but the university is offering me a position teaching when I graduate, and next semester I can even start adjunct. But I know that when I graduate in a year and a half my student visa will expire. I would just.. like to go ahead and start the process for a green card.” Henry definitely spoke way too fast, keeping his eyes locked on the folder that the other man was flipping through, he could not make eye contact if he didn’t want to stutter.

“Wow, you brought.. everything I could possibly need.”

“I.. uhm, yes Mr. Diaz, I wasn’t sure what you-”

“Please, call me Alex.”

Now why the fuck did that make Henry shudder? He’d love to know.

“Sorry, Alex, uhm, yeah I wasn’t sure what you needed, so I brought.. everything, I didn’t want to waste your time,” Henry looked up again, daring to look the other man in the face. It proved a perilous mistake once those lashes fluttered, and big brown eyes looked back at him. It felt like looking at the sun, except Henry felt heat prickle up his spine.

“Well, you did great,” Alex was smiling, almost as if he could sense the blond’s need for approval. “So, you’ve got your college paperwork in here,” he said looking back down, flipping through. “English Major, nice. Ah, and a minor in Queer Literature.”

There was a pause, Henry could feel the blood drain from his face, what if-

“Also very nice,” Alex finished before Henry could fully panic. He couldn’t help but fight a smile seeing the blond in front of him visibly relax. “Hey, the sign on the door says everyone’s welcomed on a nice bright progress pride flag, did you miss that?”

The tone was comforting, but still teasing. Briefly, Henry wondered what that tone would sound like if Alex was pushing him into a mattress calling him a filthy wh-

“So,” Alex interrupted that train of thought by speaking, “You’ve got the college’s job offer in writing, you’ve got all your student visa stuff up to date,” he said it very much like a check list as he flipped through papers. “I think it’s pretty clear cut, I can help you get started on the application process, make sure everything gets submitted right… and honestly, you can probably expect approval by this time next year. Which, should be..” he paused, looking at the papers again, “Six months before your final graduation, so.. I think you’ll be fine.”

Henry breathed a visible sigh of relief, “Do you really think it’ll go smoothly?” he asked, an edge of worry to his voice that he couldn’t hold back. The anxiety he’d felt about this process only worse now that he was sitting in front of this god of a man.

“I think it’ll go perfectly smooth, Henry. The main thing with green cards is they just want to know you’ll be useful. We.. won’t go into how I feel about the social politics of this. But you’re being offered a job at a good university, that makes you useful. Also, clearly a very impressive student.”

The way Alex spoke was not unlike a parent talking to a child; it made Henry’s stomach do flipflops. It also made him want to call the brunette ‘daddy’ but he didn’t feel like focusing on the finer details of what that likely meant right now.

“Oh, thank you,” Henry sighed again, “I… needed that, thank you. Do we uhm, do we need to start the payment process or..”

“So there is a retainer fee, it’s five hundred for this process, but we can break it into payment plans if that’s somet-”

“Oh no, I can give you that now, do you take a check?” Henry answered far too fast but if he didn’t he was afraid of saying ‘I can pay in free use holes if that’s easier’.

“A.. check?” Alex laughed softly, “You might be the only twenty-three year old I know who… has a check book. But yes, I take checks.”

“How.. did you know I was twenty-three?”

“It’s.. on your documents..” Alex pointed to the papers in front of him with a soft smile.

“Oh… how.. old are you? Sorry, that’s rude to ask, you don’t have to answer,” the blond could feel the heat in his cheeks but honestly that was the least embarrassing thing on his mind he could have asked. Instead of focusing on that, he was opening the small bag that was still draped around his shoulder, taking out the checkbook and the pen inside, “Who.. do I make this out to?”

“Here’s a template,” Alex said slipping a laminated template of a check in front of the blond, “I’m thirty-three.” He said a moment later, a soft smile on his lips.

Henry fought another squirm, oh, he was certainly not supposed to find that hot. Instead, he simply looked at the template, filling out the check and carefully tearing it out before passing it over. That started the process of signing agreement papers and making sure everything was ready to get started. It also included Alex calling Henry ‘sweetheart’ at least a half dozen more times, each one seeming to crawl farther up Henry’s spine. It led to them setting up their next appointment, and finally to Alex walking Henry toward the door.

“Well thank you for coming in today, and for being so well prepared, clients like you make my job very easy,” Alex said, with a hand on Henry’s back that the blond could have sworn he felt give his shoulder the slightest rub.

“Thank you, for being… good at your job and making me feel better. I feel like I’m in good hands, and I’ve been worrying myself sick,” Henry said, he didn’t feel like going into how he loathed the idea of going back home to his grandmother. Or how he’d rather use some of the money he’d inherited from his father’s death to get a green card to stay here. How making a life in Texas seemed like a much better idea than going back to England. And he certainly didn’t go into how Alex’s hand sliding off of his back and dropping just a few inches first made his body scream with want.

“You don’t need to worry Henry, you are in good hands, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Alex said in a comforting tone, and Henry believed it.

“Thank you,” Henry said with a soft smile, before taking his leave, and getting himself a ride back to his campus apartment.

As soon as he closed the door, Henry walked the all of five steps to fall on his bed, and immediately shoved his hand down the front of his pants. He nearly finished inside the fabric before he managed to peel it off, which didn’t save his pastel button up shirt. That’s alright, that was what the wash was for.

-

The next few days, had the same theme, Henry found himself completely unable to get that gorgeous man out of his head. He woke up, he thought about Alex, he daydreamed in class, he thought about Alex. He took a shower or got into bed for the night, he thought about Alex, with his hand wrapped around his cock. He had decided that it had something to do with the fact that he was overworked with exam prep, and it had been far too long in his opinion since he’d had a proper hookup. He made a mental note to do that as soon as he was done with exams, that should help. Because right now, he was going through it, and he had not the slightest idea how he’d make it through his next meeting with Alex.


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The next meeting with his Attorney was about two weeks after their initial meeting. Alex had reached out via text, and introduced himself again, before explaining whenever Henry had time, he needed some paperwork filled out. He’d been very understanding about Henry’s schedule and exams, and they’d picked a Sunday afternoon to meet, which Alex insisted was not a problem. The idea of meeting in a café, on a Sunday afternoon, had made Henry lightheaded at best; but he did his best to think of it as only meeting his lawyer. He kept trying to remind himself that was his lawyer.

That hadn’t worked, come Sunday morning Henry had woken up a bit late from studying all night the night before, then spent hours getting ready. He did damn near his entire hookup routine, save a few things. He’d showered and fixed his hair, taking time to blow-dry the front for extra volume and taken far too long to style it. He’d shaved his face, he’d done skincare, he’d even applied lotion to his entire body. He’d stared at his clothing for hours before finally picking a nice pair of dark pants that weren’t quite dress pants, a little more fitted than usual, but they accentuated his ass perfectly. He also dragged out a nicer white undershirt and grey jacket, slipping both on. Perfect, he felt casual, and hot. A few sprays of cologne and he was set, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his bag and phone before heading to the café.

He'd gotten another Uber on the way, one thing about this city, if he was going to stay here he’d need to get a car and a license; but that was for later. Once he walked into the café, he glanced around, unable to fight the wide smile that immediately spread over his face once he saw Alex. Christ, he was beautiful. He’d forgone that business suit for a pair of jeans and a lovely short sleeved button up. It was a rich deep blue color and just a tad bit unbuttoned, maybe the top two or three. But Henry could already see chest hair from across the room and he tried not to think about burying his face into it. He also tried not to think about the gold chain that rested against Alex’s collarbones, how it might feel hitting the bottom of his chin if he happened to be underneath this man.

Once Alex caught sight of Henry, he’d perked up as well, giving a smile and a little wave as he poised to stand while the blond walked over. It made Henry’s eyes fall to those biceps, the lack of long sleeves provided the most glorious sight. They were just so….big, Henry couldn’t help but imagine all sorts of situations he could get into with those.

“Henry, hi,” Alex hummed as soon as the blond made it over. He gave Henry a firm handshake, and then sat back down in time with the other man. “Thanks for coming to see me, I know you have exams, I’m sure you’re busy.”

‘Never too busy for anything you want,’ Henry thought through a smile.

“I suppose I should have told you that you don’t.. have to keep dressing up,” Alex said gesturing to Henry, “I mean, you look great,” there was a pause, “Very professional, it’s just, you don’t have to, most of my clients come in casual attire, I’m the one who has to impress you,” he said with a laugh.

Henry was flooded with a million thoughts. ‘I look great? How great? Great as in you like my clothes or great as in you want to see them on your floor? Wait, what do you mean dressing up? Don’t I look normal? Impress me? As if there was a universe in which you could not impress me just by sitting here. If you really want to impress me drag me to that bathroom and do it.’

However, all he said was, “What.. do you mean? This is how I normally dress.”

“Oh,” Alex gave a little laugh, “Aren’t.. you hot?”

‘Obviously, you’re in the room.’ Henry thought.

“I mean this is Texas, it gets a little warm,” Alex continued with a smile, “But I respect the aesthetic, could maybe use a little color though,” his tone was teasing, it made Henry prickle in so many ways.

“Color? I’m.. in three colors?” the blond asked with a confused nose scrunch.

“Uh, black,” Alex said glancing under the table where they both sat, “White, and grey,” he finished looking up Henry’s outfit. “None of those are colors.”

“All of those are colors!” Henry defended, mouth hanging open in shock.

“You really wanna argue with a lawyer about.. anything?” Alex teased.

Henry inhaled in a way that made it seem like he was about to argue a point but thought better of it. His lips pulled into a tight almost forced smile, before relaxing into a more natural one. It made Alex smirk, ever so slightly licking over his bottom lip before giving a wider grin. He looked like a schoolyard boy itching for a fight, in a way he was, he’d become a lawyer for a reason, he loved to argue. Henry, however, thought it was maybe the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, if there was anything he knew about Alex, it was that it should be illegal for him to not keep his tongue in his mouth.

“What if… I ask to hear your argument?” Henry asked with a smile, hoping to maybe get a similar response.

“Well, black is the absence of light, a shadow. White is the absence of color, no color. And grey is between both, a combination of the two. They’re all shades, not colors,” Alex began, he seemed thrilled, like he was excited to get to share this.

“Oh, so it’s a technicality?” Henry edged.

“What?” Alex laughed at that, “A technicality? No, a technicality is when a police officer doesn’t show a suspect the warrant before going into the house. This, this is not a technicality, it’s physics.” His tone was not completely different to the one he used in court.

Henry had to hold back a smirk, and still he smiled, “I thought you were a lawyer? What.. do you know about physics, exactly, Alex?”

“Ohhhhh my god,” Alex laughed, shaking his head with a wide smile, “You, you’re funny,” he said nodding, “I didn’t know you could be funny,” he added genuinely, “You seemed.. timid the other day.”

“Mhm, timid?” Henry was still smiling wide, “You have no idea, Mr. Diaz,” he spoke in a tone that was maybe just a bit too flirty for the table they were sitting at, for the task of going over paperwork, but he couldn’t help it. “I can be very bold if the situation calls for it.” He said that, and in a moment of daring, locked his eyes on the brunette’s before immediately moving them to look at the ‘bathroom’ sign in the back of that café.

There was a pause, as Alex slowly turned to look behind him, his eyes following Henry’s gaze. Henry could see him get it, almost instantly, but his poker face was good. He turned back around, an amused smile on his lips, shaking his head.

“Alright, you win,” Alex replied softly, before sliding his chair back some.

Henry thought his heart might jump out of his chest, was it happening? He’d never been so ready for anything in his entire life, he was already resting a hand on the table, ready to bolt up at the word.

“I’ll win next time though, I’m a sore loser,” Alex said with a smile, before standing up. “I’m going to get us some coffee, and then we can go over the documents, alright? Just sit tight.”

The sound of Henry’s hopes and dreams being shattered was barely covered by the noises of the busy café.  

Once Alex returned to the table with coffees and pastries he was, much to Henry’s demise, all business. They went through some documents that Alex needed signatures on, and he took time to explain everything very well to Henry, who was doing his best to pay attention. It proved difficult, that smirk he’d seen on the brunette earlier was still lingering in the back of his mind. It lingered as they said goodbye, as Alex gave him a polite hug. Then it was a combination of that smirk and the hug the whole ride back to his apartment, then as he stripped down, found his favorite toy, and fucked himself senseless. He swore he could still smell Alex with his hand wrapped around his own cock, with that toy deep inside of him; this man was driving him insane.

He spent the better part of that night, in bed, thinking about that hug. The strong arms around him, large hands on his back, the way Alex had smelled woody and sweet all at once. It had all been so comforting, aside from the way it left Henry in absolute heat. Of course, it didn’t take long for the reveling in the calm of the idea of Alex to end with Henry’s hand wrapped around his cock, again. He was bordering on obsessed, and he knew it, it was going to be the death of him.

The next day, Henry took his last exam of the semester, and aside from finishing up some assignments he could relax a bit. He was almost done with those assignments, and still had a few weeks, so he decided there was a bigger problem. He could not spend the next potential year spending every day with his hand down his pants thinking about his lawyer. He reasoned that part of why he was so caught up on this man had to do with the fact that it had been far too long since he’d had a man of his own. Not that Henry really dated, but he had taken on at least half of a frat house his first year on campus. With protection of course, and not all in the same night, just in the same semester. So, in his opinion, it was safe to say he had an active sex life.

Somewhere in the middle of this self-analysis, he’d found himself wondering about Alex’s sex life. If Alex had a partner, if he did hookups, what his type was. Was he more of a one-night guy, or a long-term guy? Did he even like men? If he did, how’d he like them? Did he like them in him or them in him; or even better both? Henry decided he’d happily take any option and then realized he was daydreaming about his hot lawyer again. So, he flopped on his bed, sighed, and redownloaded every dating app he’d deleted on his phone before exam season had begun. He had grindr, tinder, scruff, hinge, there was even okcupid. He’d never had a ton of luck with dating apps, usually he got lucky and met someone through a friend or on campus, but they were a last resort.

Henry spent three hours, flipping through every possible candidate on his phone, seeing more than his fair share of dick pics, and replying ‘ew’ to more messages than he could count before he saw him.  He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t dreaming; this boy could have been a dead ringer for a younger version of Alex. Sure, he wasn’t meant to be thinking about Alex, but it was hard dammit. The smile caught his attention first, wide and confident with perfect teeth. Then the tan skin, the dark curls that were a bit shorter than Alex wore his, and no facial hair. He looked tall, and there were a few shirtless pictures on the beach to prove that by god was he cut. Significantly less body hair than Henry had noted on Alex in the café, but it would do. This boy was also twelve years younger than Alex; twenty-one. That made him two years younger than Henry, but now was not the time to be picky, he thought. He’d found maybe the perfect solution to his lawyer problem, and his name was Marco.

It had to be the universe aligning perfectly, Henry thought, because they matched. Marco also passed Henry’s little vetting test he gave the dating app boys. He didn’t seem like a killer, he seemed openly bisexual and not repressed, and he seemed very polite; Henry could work with this. Under typical circumstances, he might have taken a few days to suggest they meet, but this whole Alex situation felt like an emergency.

That night, Marco came over, it had almost felt like a date, they talked and had drinks and snacks. Henry had stared longingly at the brunette’s face while trying to decide if the resemblance really was that uncanny or if he was projecting. Then, they’d had sex; it was good sex, at least in Henry’s opinion. He couldn’t speak to what Marco thought of it, but he’d had no complaints over the years. It had been intense and passionate and Henry had tried his damnedest to blow this boy’s mind, if he could have a friend with benefits that looked like his current fixation that should.. solve the problem, right? Marco had told him that was ‘maybe the best blowjob like ever’ and texted Henry after that they should do ‘this’ again soon, so he considered himself on the road to recovery.

Over the next few weeks, he hadn’t had to see Alex in person, which was good. Aside from a call or text here and there, Henry was unscathed. He’d also continued to see Marco, who was very sweet, and had a habit of bringing over his guitar to serenade Henry, it was endearing. It was going well, until the three week mark, when Alex facetimed him, just for a few minutes. It wasn’t important, just a quick update on a form that had been accepted for processing. The update seemed… pointless, and Henry would have liked to believe it was just an excuse to talk to him. He would also like to believe that Alex was not ‘just’ calling after his workout because he was ‘soooo busy but wanted to give an update’.

It was like starting straight from the bottom all over again, seeing Alex sweaty, in a skimpy tank top, walking back into his house. When he’d pushed his damp curls out of his face and Henry caught a glimpse of not only a pec muscle but the thick hair under Alex’s arm, he’d almost gone faint. Not to mention Alex had dared to end the call by saying he had to ‘run jump in the shower before heading to the office’. As if this visual wasn’t enough, as if he needed to think about Alex in the shower, completely naked. As if he needed to think about Alex soaking wet with water sliding down his golden skin and making that dark hair stick to him. Henry was about to lose it; the moment that facetime call ended he texted Marco.

That evening unfortunately disaster struck; in the form of Henry. Everything had been fine, even fun, the sex was good, even if it was not what Henry was really in the mood for. But his mood had been something like Alex holding him down against a mattress and railing him to death, so, he couldn’t have that. His mood had betrayed him, the moment Henry had reached his peak, the moment he was digging fingertips into Marco’s shoulders; he’d moaned ‘Alex’. It hadn’t been soft either, it had been desperate and loud, he’d also repeated it at least once. That was until Marco had jerked back and asked ‘who the fuck’ Alex was. Henry knew he’d fucked up, he knew he was in the wrong, and he felt bad. But he’d also learned that clearly Marco had been much more into him than he was into Marco, so he tried to pretend he’d ended it before it ended in disaster. A bigger disaster anyway.

The next morning though, Henry was forced to confront the fact that fucking someone else, had not at all fixed his problem. It hadn’t made him want Alex even an inkling less, it had only distracted him. Perhaps he hadn’t tried hard enough? He didn’t exactly know why but after he’d had some toast and coffee, he found himself on his bed recording a video. His initial idea was for it to be an apology to send to Marco, though he might never have the guts to actually send it. However, halfway through as he haphazardly bounced on his dildo, one hand holding it in place the other wrapped around his cock; it happened again. Only this time he found himself moaning Alex’s name before he even got close to finishing. When he finally coated his hand and comforter, he nearly screamed it, certainly his neighbors thought that ‘Alex’ was giving him the time of his life. If only they knew that Henry considered it much closer to being in hell.

For some reason Henry didn’t delete that video, he didn’t send it to Marco either, he just left it on his phone. He decided to spend the rest of the day having a pity party, which meant a bottle of extremely cheap champagne, a bag of pizza rolls, and being curled up under a blanket watching romantic movies. Perhaps those kinds of movies wouldn’t help his mood but he wanted to mope about his crush.

Later that evening, a notification on Henry’s phone caught him off guard, he wasn’t expecting anything. Most of his friends were off campus for the short break, but he wasn’t. He put the plate of pizza rolls beside him, doing the same to the bag of doritos, and leaned to grab his phone. It was a text from Alex, despite his best efforts he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his chest. The butterflies were followed by disappointment when he opened the text and saw it was a very normal text.

‘Hey, sorry to bother you, can you send me a picture of your passport? Thanks!’

Henry sighed and flung his blanket off of himself with childlike dismay before stomping over to his things, and finding his passport. He took it out and carefully snapped a picture, opened Alex’s chat and then pressed the button to send a picture. He froze, the picture he’d just taken was the most recent thing in his gallery but right behind it was that video from earlier. He spent at least a minute there with his finger hovering above his phone, weighing the pros and cons. Three-fourths of a bottle of cheap champagne decided that the reward outweighed the risk. He tapped the video and pressed send, with a text that read; ‘Here you go! X’ He paused and let the text read ‘delivered’ before he sent the following texts:

‘OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY, I CANT BELIEVE I SENT THAT’  ‘IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR TO GOD, IM SO SORRY ALEX’  ‘IT WAS MEANT FOR SOMEONE I’VE BEEN SEEING, IM SO SORRY, IM SO EMBARRASSED OH MY GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME’

He typed each and every one with a completely straight, non-panicked face, before finally attaching the photo of his passport and sending another final text: ‘Christ I’m so sorry Alex, here’s the passport, please forgive me.’ However, the embarrassment set in then, and Henry scrunched his nose in a frown before silencing his phone, laying it face down beside his bed, and walking back to his pizza rolls and Pretty Woman.

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Alex had been doing some work at home, he tended to be a little bit of a workaholic sometimes, and there were a few forms he could finish up from his home laptop, so he was. He’d realized through submitting some of those that he needed to see Henry’s passport, so he’d texted the blond politely enough and asked for it. When he got a text back only minutes later, he couldn’t help but smile. He thought Henry was endearing, maybe a little socially awkward, and maybe a little bit of a flirt, but sweet. Sweet and endearing were the only ways he was letting himself think of Henry. He didn’t let himself think of the handsome smile, or perfect hair. Not the sharp cheekbones and full plush lips, and certainly not what those lips were absolutely made for.

He was in the middle of definitely not thinking about how Henry was just a bit taller, just enough to make him want to assert the slightest dominance over the blond. He wasn’t thinking about how Henry always smelled fresh and sweet. Thankfully, his phone took over all thoughts when he got the notification.

Once Alex saw the video, even paused with the play button embellished over it, he could tell what it was. It was a somewhat blurry still of Henry very clearly naked, on his bed while visibly riding something. He was frozen in place, heat prickling up his spine even as the influx of panicked texts followed the video; as the picture of the passport and that final apology came through. He shouldn’t watch the video, he knew he shouldn’t watch the video. The last thing Alex wanted was to be involved with his client, no matter how bad he wanted Henry, and deep down he did.

There was an intense inhale and a sigh of defeat as Alex scrolled back up in the text thread and pressed the video. He tapped the volume up and watched like he was waiting on life changing news; he’d never been so thankful to live alone in his life.

The video was sinful.

It showed Henry giving a performance that made Alex’s skin prickle faster than that time he’d accidentally stumbled upon porn as a preteen. The first watch through had him struggling to breathe, at some point he became aware his breathing was manual. He was swallowing a lump in his throat, his jeans were suddenly far too tight, his palms felt wet. What the fuck had Henry put in this video, some kind of British sex magic?

Once the video ended, far too soon in Alex’s opinion, he placed his phone screen down on his desk and his head in his hands. He’d already watched it, but he was torn between an internal battle of his dick and his conscience; the former won.

The second time that he watched the video, Alex had his jeans undone and his cock out. His hand wrapped around his own shaft as his breathing was ragged with want. He couldn’t help but stroke his cock in time to match each bounce Henry made on the dildo he was riding; he’d couldn’t remember being jealous of silicone before. He ended up making a mess under his kitchen table where he’d been working, thank god for the hardwood floor. In the moment he hadn’t cared at all though, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum that hard. Maybe he was a little more into that blond than he wanted to admit.

Alex was in the middle of cleaning up his floor when it hit him; that video, Henry had been moaning ‘Alex’. He didn’t know why he didn’t really notice before, maybe it was just how fucking good it sounded to him that his brain went stupid while his dick had gotten hard. He remembered though that Henry had said the video was for someone he was seeing, Alex was a common enough name, he had no reason to believe that wasn’t true, so he decided to accept it. As soon as the floor was clean, Alex sat back down at the table. He picked up the phone and finally took the time to answer; ‘It’s okay Henry. Accidents happen, I understand. Don’t worry, I didn’t watch it, thank you for the passport though. Have a good night.’

Sure, it wasn’t a great call for lawyers to lie to their clients, but this one seemed okay. Alex set his phone aside and opened up a fresh blank word document on his laptop. He had to make a list, right now, or he was going to start dying inside. He typed the words ‘Reasons To Not Have Sex With Your Client Henry Fox’ at the top, and pushed his glasses back up on his nose before locking in.

-


It was several hours later, before Henry walked over to his phone and checked to see if Alex had responded. He scrunched his nose in disapproval at the answer, it was too professional for him, too ambiguous. If he hadn’t sobered up by this point, he might have texted back something like ‘You can watch it if you want’ which was what he really wanted to say, but he decided against it. It seemed hopeless to him, and he would continue to be mopey about it he decided.

That was how Henry spent most of his break from class; moping. Occasionally he would see a friend for lunch or try to do something productive, but he really was dedicating most of his time to thinking about that lawyer. To say it was driving him insane was an understatement, it had completely taken over. The worst part was he couldn’t even think of a creative subtle way to try and make a move. What else could he do? He was certain that he wouldn’t have the guts to flat out ask Alex on a date or anything like that; so it was useless.

-


One of the last few days of break, three before the first day of the semester exactly, his best friend Percy dragged him out to a bar near campus. They’d made friends despite being exact opposites in everything except being probably the only two British students at TU. And tonight, they were going out ‘before they had to go back to class, but with a few days to recover from the insane partying they would do to get that lawyer boy off of Henry’s mind’ as Percy had put it. Henry had put up a fight, groaning about going out, how he wasn’t up to it and didn’t feel like drinking. He’d whined ‘Pez no’ enough that if they were keeping score one of them would have won some kind of bet by now. But Percy had come out victorious, and was dragging Henry into a bar hours later.

Side by side, the pair of them were amusing, even if Percy had done his best to dress Henry appropriately. Everything about Percy was bright, florals, well fitting clothes, bright hair, then there was Henry; who was much stiffer in person and in dress. He’d put on a pair of jeans and shoes less suited to someone three times his age; and Percy had forced him to borrow a shirt. It was a floral button up shirt, which Henry had insisted be black and white, but one that Percy had rolled the sleeves up on just to make him look a bit more charming.

The two of them made it through a few drinks before Henry actually started having a rather nice time. They were laughing and talking and sometimes Henry would agree to stand closer to the dance floor but of course not put a foot on it, much to his friend’s disappointment. They had spent a fair amount of time with Percy pointing out potential candidates for Henry to flirt with, unsuccessfully. Every so often, Henry would point out someone to his friend with a soft smile on his lips, eventually he’d landed someone that struck Percy’s interest. He’d insisted that Percy go talk to the woman, and insisted that he’d be fine, insisted that he’d just get another drink at the bar and take a social break.

Once Henry was making his way over to the bar, he saw someone standing by it that caught his eye. Tall, not quite as tall as him, dark curls, a black dress shirt with thin lines of gold striped down vertically. By the time he heard that man laugh, he recognized it embarrassingly fast. Alex. He either had the worst luck in the entire universe or the best, and he didn’t know which. But, he was three drinks in and that was just enough for him to beeline his way over to the brunette with a confidence rarely found in Henry.

“Alex,” he cooed as he made his way over, “I didn’t expect to see you occupying space in a little club this close to campus.” Henry nearly hummed, stepping beside the other man, in an alcohol emboldened state he rested his hand gently on the other man’s shoulder, “How are you? You look awfully handsome.”

It almost seemed to catch Alex off guard, he turned fast, looking over Henry with a slightly open mouth, like he didn’t quite have a comeback. His eyes scanned the blond from head to toe, before he finally settled on the smile on those plush lips. Henry couldn’t help but notice the once over, and he prayed it had something to do with attraction.

“Henry,” Alex laughed, turning to face the blond, “I didn’t expect to run into you… here,” he said glancing around the club then back at Henry, “But.. thank you, you look.. great.” He seemed to struggle to find the word, like maybe something else was caught on his tongue. “Didn’t peg you for a florals guy either.”

“Mhn, you don’t want to give me a lecture about color tonight? Also, you still didn’t tell me what you’re doing here,” Henry teased.

“Well, your jeans technically are blue, even if it’s a really dark blue. And, I’m here probably the same reason you are,” Alex was fighting a smirk.

“Oh? To get hammered and nailed?” Henry did not have the faintest clue how he came up with that on the spot. Regardless of if it was the alcohol, or his ability to write witty things from time to time, he was eternally grateful that it just fell out of his mouth.

“Yeah!” Alex answered before his face immediately snapped to a furrowed brow and a confused expression, “Wait, wait no! No, I mean no! Hammered yes. But nailed? Oh my god was that a sex joke?” he asked before an embarrassed laugh took over. “No, I’m here because the drinks are half priced until midnight.”

Henry could see the blush on those tan cheeks, it was delicious. “Right,” he almost hummed, “So, you came, alone? To get drunk? In a college bar? Alone? Because drinks are cheap?”

“You are… something else tonight,” Alex was fighting a sort of shy smile, it made his long lashes flutter, his cheeks were warm, but he couldn’t stop smiling. He looked flustered, and Henry was eating up every moment of it. “No, I didn’t come alone, I came with my partner.” He said looking around for a moment like trying to find someone. It gave the blond a moment to look crushed in peace before putting on a brave face.

“Oh? I didn’t know, how long have you two been together?”

Alex looked back at Henry, clearly giving up on finding whoever he was looking for. There was another grin on his lips, it was amused, “My firm partner. As in, the lawyer who works with me.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm,” Alex continued, that amused look growing on his face, “I’m single, just.. to be clear.”

There was a pause, it was only moments, but it felt like hours to Henry. Their eyes locked together, though he couldn’t help but steal glances at Alex’s lips. A million thoughts racing through his head as he did. ‘Did he tell me he’s single on purpose? He seemed flustered earlier, is he actually flirting back? Is he into me after all?’

“Well, me too, just to be clear,” Henry said, offering his own smile, this one a tad bit less shy.

“Oh, that sucks I’m sorry. Did you and Alex break up?” the brunette asked, he noted the clearly confused expression on the other man’s face before continuing, “You… told me, you were seeing someone.. the other day.”

“Ah,” Henry nodded, like he understood, “Yes, I did, but…”

Another moment of silence as Henry connected the dots, and Alex looked on in abject terror as he realized his own mistake.

“I never mentioned anyone’s name.” Henry spoke softly.

“You di-” Alex started, but Henry cut him off immediately.

“You watched it! You watched the video!” It came out as practically a yelp, before Alex leaned forward, clamping a large hand over the blond’s mouth.

“Shhh, shh stop,” Alex looked almost panicked, “Not so loud don’t.. say that so loud, fuck, Henry.”

Henry had to fight the urge to lick those fingers, or tilt his head and take one into his mouth on the spot. Instead, he let that heavy hand drop from his mouth, before he gave a polite nod, “Sorry,” he spoke softer then, “But.. you watched it, otherwise you wouldn’t know.”

“I.. didn’t, watch it,” Alex swallowed hard before flagging over the bartender, “Uh, Old Fashioned please,” he said before glancing at the blond, “Want anything?”

“Midori Sour,” Henry paused and let the bartender walk off, but kept his eyes locked on the brunette, “You are an abysmal liar, should I be concerned about that? You are literally my lawyer, Alex.”

“You… are my client Henry,” Alex heaved a heavy sigh, “Which is exactly why I’m saying that I didn’t watch it. Do you get that?” he asked looking over at the blond.

Before Henry could answer, the bartender came to give them their respective drinks, and Alex handed over his card, politely thanking the bartender once he’d paid for them.

“Did you like it?” Henry asked softly, his eyes never leaving the other man’s face. He literally watched Alex go through about five different emotions, each one painted on his face.

First it was annoyance, the tight jaw the sharp inhale, then acceptance as his face flattened out. That was followed by questioning as he tilted his head, and a soft sigh of disbelief. Finally, his lips spread into a soft amused smile as he looked over at the blond, “Yes, Henry, I liked the fucking video,” he spoke like it pained him to say it. “And… please don’t say my name like you did earlier, I can’t…” there was a pause, “I can’t act normal when you say my name. Not after I heard you say it the way you did.”

There was a moment where Henry felt like he might literally bubble over inside. The confirmation that at least Alex felt a faction of what he’d been feeling, made everything seem okay. But more so, it made him even more determined than he had been before to make this happen, there was no stopping him now. He took a step closer, so that he could speak softer, it wasn’t incredibly obvious from the stance. Even when he placed his hand on Alex’s opposite shoulder, his fingertips pressing just a bit tight, it could have been two friends. When he leaned in so his lips were only inches from Alex’s ear, he could have easily been telling a joke; but he wasn’t.

“If that’s how you feel about the way I say your name, Alex, you might like how it sounds with me underneath you even better.”

“Henry,” Alex turned his head, slightly, making as much eye contact as he could without pressing their faces together. “I’m your lawyer, and not only is it.. unethical, it is very illegal-”

“Do you really think,” Henry cut him off, “That I would tell a single soul, after I’ve wanted you badly enough to scream your name while I fuc-”

“Henry,” It was Alex’s turn to cut the blond off now, “Stop it,” he was doing his best to sound firm, but it was more like pleading, “It can’t happen, no matter how bad you, or me want it to happen. It.. can’t. When you’re not my client, then, maybe yeah it can, but not right now,” he spoke softly, only because the other man was so close.

The blond didn’t move, he just stood in that same position as he gave a soft sigh, like resigning himself to acceptance. “Alright,” Henry said in the same soft tone Alex had used, “I do have one question though, and if you promise to answer it honestly, I promise to never bring up the video again.”

The brunette nodded, “Deal.”

“When you watched it,” Henry began, his eyes nearly half lidded, like a predator locked on prey. His voice was low and husky, it made Alex feel everything he’d been trying to repress. “Did you watch it with your hand wrapped around your cock? Did you cum for me, Alex?” he spoke so softly he could barely hear it himself, but the brunette could, “Did you cum imagining that you were the one inside of me, making me moan out like that? Stretching me op-” Alex spoke before he finished that sentence.

“Yes.” It was a fast, short answer, like if Henry didn’t stop talking Alex wasn’t going to be able to make it out of this. “Yes, okay? Yes, yes, yes and yes. Yes to all of it, please.. don’t.. say anything else.”

The words were breathy, and Henry found himself fighting a shiver at Alex’s tone as he nodded and took a step back, “I appreciate your honesty, Alex.” He said before picking up his drink and taking a long sip, despite cutting rather flirtatious eyes at the other man. Even as Alex cursed and picked up his own drink, downing it, Henry let his eyes wander down the brunette’s body. He let them fall until they reached Alex’s belt, until he saw the obvious outline there, barely straining against fabric. It wasn’t entirely obvious, but he knew what he was looking for, and seeing it? Oh, seeing it made Henry demonic; he was going to get what he wanted or die trying.

“I think it’s time for me to find my partner and leave,” Alex broke the silence of Henry not answering, glancing at the blond. “I uhm, I’m sure I’ll see you.. around, I’ll need you to come by the office at some point to sign something.”

“Just to sign something?”

“Yes, Henry, just to sign something,” Alex did his best to sound stern.

“Mhn, well thank you for the drink,” Henry said with a smile, watching the other man almost run away from him.


Henry had left the bar shortly after, he was no longer interested in finding someone else. And it turned out that Alex dragging his firm partner out of the building had resulted in Percy losing the girl he’d been flirting with as well, so both headed back to their respective apartments. Tonight Henry fell into his bed, laughing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so genuinely hard, it felt good, almost as good as the orgasm that followed shortly after. Both in the name of Alex.

-

The next morning, Henry woke up not too terribly much later than he would for class. He wasn’t hungover, stopping at four drinks and plenty of water had saved him from that. But he was a man on a mission, he got up and showered and got ready. He did his absolute best to look as appealing as he possibly could, he even put on a light blue shirt this time. As soon as he was dressed, he rushed out of his apartment, and got a ride downtown toward Alex’s office. He’d gotten off a few blocks away to stop at a little bakery where he picked up coffees and croissants. This time he walked into the small building confidently, smiling as he heard Alex in the back call ‘Just a moment!’ as the chime on the door rang. Before Alex could make it out of his office though, Henry was already walking into it, a wide smile on his lips as he placed the coffee and treats down on Alex’s desk.

“Good morning,” the blond chimed, “I thought you might be hard at work, and could use a coffee,” he said placing one of the cups in front of the brunette. “That has almond milk by the way, I didn’t know your dairy preferences, but it is a cinnamon latte. You seemed like a cinnamon latte, I also brought croissants,” he was opening the box as he spoke so that Alex could see them, “Almond, egg boat, raspberry lychee, strawberry shortcake, and Nutella. I’m fine with any of them, but I didn’t know what you might like, so.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, Henry was beaming as Alex gawked in literal shock, just slowly blinking.

“I… love cinnamon lattes.” Alex finally spoke.

“I thought you might, I told you, you seemed like a cinnamon latte.”

“Is that because I’m Mexican?”

Now was Henry’s turn to look shocked, wide-eyed, sudden panic, mouth falling open as he tripped over words, “What? No.. no that’s not what I meant to do oh God, I’m so sorry to-”

“I’m fucking with you,” Alex only let him panic a moment, picking up the coffee and sipping it as Henry sighed in relief but then groaned, “You were just way too confident, walking in here like that, had to bring you back down to the ground.”

“Awful, so awful, here I am trying to be nice to you and that’s what you do?” Henry scolded.

“Which reminds me,” Alex started, glancing up at the blond as he picked up a croissant, he was not about to pass up free food. “What exactly are you doing here Henry? I mean I know you brought food,” he said it while taking a bite of the croissant, “Which was so nice and… holy shit this is so fucking good, where the hell did you get these? Anyway,” he waved a croissant filled hand, “Why.. exactly are you doing this? I mean, I am very aware both of us were drinking last night, but I made it perfectly clear nothing can happen between the two of us. At least not.. while you’re my client. And that isn’t even going into how much younger you are than me.”

Henry wasn’t really listening, he was more so watching the little flakes of the croissant fall onto Alex’s nice suit. He was noting that it was the strawberry shortcake flavor, and just letting his eyes focus on the whipped cream that was attempting to linger on the brunette’s facial hair. As Alex spoke, he picked up a napkin, reaching and wiping the cream gently, just giving a soft ‘Mhm’ in response to the ‘this can’t happen’ speech.

“Oh, thanks,” Alex was speaking quietly, gently pulling back from Henry’s napkin, “Also… not appropriate though.”

“Inappropriate would have been crawling over your desk and licking it off of you like a cat,” Henry said flatly, “Which I’d have loved to do, for the record, but the napkin was perfectly well behaved.” He was stepping behind Alex now, leaning down and wrapping his arms around the brunette’s neck as he pressed his lips into those curls. “I just wanted to see you,” even as he spoke, he inhaled the scent of Alex’s shampoo deeply, “I’m allowed to want to see you, aren’t I? Am I interrupting anything important?”

“Henry,” Alex tried to sound scolding, but it wasn’t really working, and he just settled for shoving the rest of that croissant into his mouth. That wasn’t sexy right?

“Yes sir?” Henry sounded teasing, but he was using one hand to gently wipe at the crumbs on Alex’s chest, “You’re so messy,” he cooed, “Do you need someone to help take care of you? I’m sure you do, in more ways than one. You work so hard, you’re such a busy man,” he was still speaking against the brunette’s temple, but now his hands moved flat on Alex’s chest, slowly sliding down. He slid his palms over toned pecs, and down the brunette’s stomach as he listened to the other man’s breathing hitch. “You know I wouldn’t tell, Alex.” His voice was so soft, almost buttery as he leaned more into the back of that chair, his hands sliding over the top of the other man’s thighs.

“Henry, we can’t do this,” Alex spoke with a tight jaw, with his eyes closed, trying his best to sound firm and unaffected. But all Henry was doing was washing those long lashes flutter and that jaw clench.

Alex had been sitting back from the desk far enough that Henry could look down and see his lap; which he was shamelessly staring at. There it was, right in front of him, inches from Henry’s hand. A very obvious outline of Alex’s cock down the leg of his pants. The strain on the fabric was minimal enough that Henry assumed it was only about half hard, which only made him want to feel it harden the rest of the way in his mouth. His eyes were locked in place, it looked so big, maybe already bigger than his favorite toy. The thought made heat run up his spine, prickling through his limbs as he felt his own body react to the idea.

“I told you I wouldn’t tell, I promise I wouldn’t,” Henry had moved his lips lower; he was whispering against Alex’s ear now. He carefully moved his hands, like he was afraid to move too fast and ruin the moment. But his fingers slowly wrapped around the brunette’s inner thighs, this meant one of Henry’s hands was cupping Alex’s cock.

Both of them made a noise, Alex’s was more like a groan of both distress and arousal, Henry sounded like a desperate whimper.

“Henry,” Alex was shifting in his chair, “Off,” he said letting go of his coffee cup that he’d been holding while it rested on the desk, and he used both hands to swat at the blond’s arms. “Off, off, get off,” it was like he was shooing an animal. “You have to stop, we can’t do that.”

Henry audibly whined, but he did step back, “But you want it too don’t you?”

“Of course I fucking do!” Alex hissed, turning his chair away from the desk to look straight at the blond’s face again. “But I went to law school, I went to law school and I put in so much fucking work and I took the bar and I passed it, and I help people, every day Henry, and I love my job. I’m a lawyer because I believe in the legal system being used for the people, and that means not breaking the law just because my hot client…” he was almost panting the words, “Stop looking at my dick, look at me!” he scolded, watching Henry jerk his eyes up, “Just… wait, okay? Wait until I’m not your lawyer anymore and I will do… everything you want to you.”

Henry swallowed hard, sure he heard the words, and he understood them, he really did. But Alex wanted it, and he wanted it, and there was no chance in hell he would do anything to make this beautiful god of a man’s life harder. Alex had to know that, right?

“But it’s so big,” Henry groaned. He was tilting his head to the side, huffing as he gave another whine, his hands gesturing at Alex’s lap, if he’d have added a foot stomp it would have been a full tantrum.

Alex was in the middle of sighing and rolling his eyes as Henry slipped down onto his knees. There was a moment there where the brunette could have stopped the flow of events, but he really didn’t want to. Sure, the voice in the back of his head that operated on logic wanted to, but the rest of him? Absolutely not. Seconds later Henry was leaning forward, dragging his cheek against the brunette’s thighs, before pressing his face into the outline of Alex’s cock. All at once, he was mouth opened, kissing and panting, giving a soft moan all against the fabric of those pants. Alex would deny that he took a moment to revel in it, but he did, just enjoying that beautiful boy being so desperate for him. Something about knowing that Henry had clearly been pining for him the same way he’d been consumed with needs of his own. But he only allowed himself a moment, it had to stop then.

“Okay, Henry, that’s.. enough,” Alex said softly, barely audible, he didn’t want to say it after all.

“No it’s not,” it came out of Henry’s mouth like a pant, “I need so much more, please Alex.”

The neediness, the way that his name came out of Henry’s mouth, if Alex didn’t get him away right now it was going to end so much messier; literally. As almost a last resort, his hand wrapped around the blond’s throat pushing him back, and a chain reaction sparked. Their eyes locked, the blond’s glassy and pleading, swollen pink lips hanging open, pale cheeks blushed. He was pressing himself against Alex’s hand slightly, like to see if he could fight it, or maybe just to see if Alex would press back harder.

“No, stand up,” Alex whispered the words, anything to get Henry off of his knees. His expression was almost in awe, almost nervous. But he wasn’t scared of what the other man might do in the least, he was scared that he might start begging for Henry to do it.

Henry was standing, before Alex could really even react, with an almost animalistic need to obey the brunette. Alex had no idea but if he’d have told Henry to jump off a ledge right now it would have been over before he explained the necessity. Now the two of them were standing, Alex’s hand still around the blond’s throat, he was just too distracted to take it off. But Henry’s hands were at the brunette’s sides, pawing, pulling, trying to get him closer in any way possible.
 
“Please,” Henry whispered, already having successfully pulled them against each other, even with that hand around his throat, “Please just touch me. Just touch me once, anything, however you want. I’ve been going crazy for months, wanting you so badly, thinking you didn’t even know I existed,” his voice was pleading, it sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

It was strange for Alex to see that, he couldn’t remember the last time someone had wanted him so bad, if they ever had. He wasn’t unfamiliar with people being attracted to him, but usually once they got a taste of him, or his personality or something, it fell off. That was in the back of his mind too, the idea of ruining his career over a boy who would lose interest once he decided that Alex was ‘too much’ just like everyone else did. Admittedly, this felt different, more intense, but that was how lust worked right? It was hot at the beginning but it burned out, he couldn’t let this get to him. No matter how often he’d been thinking of Henry since they met, it had gotten considerably worse since that video. Since last night, he’d been looking into every single avenue to get this application over and accepted as soon as possible.

“Please,” Henry begged again, he seemed aware of Alex’s racing thoughts somehow, “Anything,” he spoke softly, “I’ll take anything.”

Before either of them knew it was happening, their lips were crushing together, nearly hard enough to bruise. Henry moaned into that kiss, his body nearly melting into Alex’s, his hands eagerly reaching for that tie around the brunette’s neck, to loosen it. Alex’s free hand swatted the prying hands away, the opposite hand he had around Henry’s throat getting tighter as he stepped forward. The blond’s back hit the wall behind him, and he was moaning louder into that kiss, whimpering as Alex’s tongue slipped into his mouth. He wrapped one hand around the brunette’s wrist, pulling it closer, like willing Alex to choke him. His opposite hand tangled in those dark curls, tugging hard as they kissed. They were in sync, Alex seemed to understand, his fingers tightening at the sides of the blond’s throat as he gave a low groan into that kiss himself.

It happened suddenly enough that it caught both of them off guard, the prickles focusing at Henry’s spine and the strain against his pants almost unnoticed through everything else. All he could feel was that hand around his throat, the pressure of long fingers squeezing, making him dizzy with want. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but not from the choking, no he could still breathe, but the kisses were making him breathless, like Alex was drinking the air out of his lungs. The soft groans that the brunette would make against his lips, the feeling of those curls against his fingers. The pressure of Alex’s body against his own, which he found almost comforting, the soft lips in combination with the prickles of facial hair. The brunette’s mustache scratched at his upper lip, the hair on Alex’s chin brushing against his own, even when their cheeks would touch and he felt tickles there, Henry couldn’t remember the last time he felt drunk off a kiss. Even the subtle taste of strawberries on Alex’s tongue. Then all at once, the overwhelming pleasure ripped through Henry.

His knees almost gave out from under him as the fading orgasm washed over him, he was whimpering against Alex’s lips, his hands going limp where they rested. He was slipping a bit lower against the wall, it felt impossible to stand. Alex knew, he felt it, he heard the whimper, and when he broke the kiss, he saw the dazed hazy post orgasm look on the blond’s face.

“Oh, oh okay, sit come sit,” Alex said resting his hands on Henry’s hips, half lifting him but moving him to sit down in the office chair now, “It’s okay,” he said stroking the blond’s cheek gently, “Do you want a water, or something?” he asked, finding himself a bit ill equipped to handle this sort of aftercare.

“No, no,” Henry almost panted, but one hand weakly reached to hold two of Alex’s fingers, “Just.. stay here for a second?” his eyes were pleading, but much differently than they had been moments ago. It looked like he was begging not to be walked out on, a look Alex knew all too well.

“Yeah of course,” Alex was already slipping to crouch beside that office chair. One arm wrapped around the blond’s shoulders, almost hugging him up, but one hand held Henry’s in his own, lifting it to his lips to press soft comforting kisses there.

“I’m sorry,” Henry’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke.

“For.. what exactly?” Alex asked, “’Cause, I mean you brought me some really fucking good croissants.”

That made the blond laugh softly, though he still sounded on the verge of tears, “All of it,” Henry took a moment to sigh, “Coming in here, acting like… an absolute madman, pushing you the way I have been. I’ve been… an intolerable cunt, haven’t I?”

“Mhn, no that’s… way too harsh, more like a gnat or something,” Alex said with a smile.

“You’re sweet,” Henry smiled as he said it, “But I’ve been relentless, and you told me to wait, and I didn’t listen. I’m sorry for that, and I’m sorry I’ve been so, bloody obsessed with you that it’s turned into this. And I’m sorry I just.. came in my pants in your office, Christ that’s embarrassing,” he almost whimpered.

“Well, couple things,” Alex rubbed the blond’s shoulder as he spoke, resting his cheek on the top of Henry’s head, “You have.. been relentless since last night, but, I also lied to you, I told you I didn’t watch that video, that I’ve watched at least fifty times since you sent it three weeks ago. Second, you.. absolutely wouldn’t be that obsessed with me if you knew me,” he sounded a bit sad to say it, like maybe it was his fear. But all the same his thumb gently stroked the top of Henry’s hand, “Lastly, as far as what just happened goes, it was.. really fucking hot. Everything you’ve done since you walked in this room today was really fucking hot.” Alex laughed, moving his head to look into the blond’s eyes, “Besides, you’re young, you’ll get some stamina as you get older,” he said with a playful wink. “When I finish getting you your Green Card, maybe I can teach you.”

The blond was a mess of red cheeks, shy smiles, and laughs as he broke the eye contact, shaking his head and looking away with a gummy smile, “Oh stop it,” he hummed, tears still prickling in the corners of his eyes, but not threatening to fall anymore.

“Oh now you’re shy?” Alex teased, “You walked in here and buried your face in my lap and now you’re shy? Give me a fucking break.”

Henry gave the brunette a shove, before moving then and wrapping his arms around the other man, in a tight hug, “Well, thank you, for being sweet,” he said softly. He hummed into the strong hug Alex gave him back, resting his face against the brunette’s shoulder.

“I like you, Hen,” Alex said softly, like he only had the confidence to say it since they weren’t looking at each other, “I’d really like to get to know you, just.. be patient, okay?” he asked quietly.

“I’ll try,” Henry smiled as he broke the hug, pulling back to look over the other man, “I’d.. like to talk about how much you’ve watched that video though, at some point,” he teased. “However, not nearly as much as I’d like to ask if you have a bathroom for me to clean up a bit,” he said smiling.

“Mhm, I do, right on the other side of the hall,” he said pointing to a closed door visible from his office door.

Once Henry had cleaned up, he slipped back into Alex’s office, sitting down to have a croissant of his own, and his coffee. The two had chatted, but this time about things in general, movies and life and books. He’d noted Alex had eaten the Nutella croissant this time. By the time Henry left, he glanced at his watch, of course the beginning of the visit had taken a bit, but he’d apparently spent two hours talking to Alex. It didn’t feel like it, it felt more like they’d known each other for years. On the ride home, he shot the brunette a quick text:

‘Sorry about wasting so much of your workday, but thank you for the chat, it was nice. X’

Alex replied quickly, ‘Wasn’t wasted, I had fun too, worth the overtime, see you again soon, I hope. 😊’


-


The two of them spent the next few months getting to know each other. Henry was busy, teaching adjunct and working on his classes, prepping himself for the next year; but the one day a week he didn’t have either responsibility he always saw Alex. Sundays they would meet for brunch, in public most of the time, and for the most part Henry would behave. He’d sometimes flirt, say something that Alex would roll his eyes at, but they spent time really getting to know each other. They learned about each other’s hobbies, interests, dislikes and likes. About each other’s families, and friends, and that Henry’s only close friend in America was apparently now dating Alex’s law partner, Nora. Both men found that quite amusing and ironic.

On the days when Henry would go to campus later, perhaps he was teaching and it was a late class, he’d stop in at Alex’s office and they’d share croissants and coffee. The blond had kept the place he was getting those croissants a secret, and he’d joked more than once that was because he needed to remain useful to the other man. When the two were alone in Alex’s office, Henry tended to flirt much more aggressively. He always kept his hands to himself, but more than once he’d licked whipped cream from a pastry, or offered to slip under Alex’s desk and ‘relieve some stress’. It always made the brunette roll his eyes and it always started an affectionate banter between the two of them. It felt good.

The longer this went on, most days, they would share good morning texts, or good night texts. Henry had finally pressured Alex into handing over his Instagram handle, and Henry had followed him immediately. Alex had followed back a few days later, when they saw each other in person and Henry threatened to start commenting fire emojis under all of Alex’s selfies if he didn’t. He’d also used that time in the other man’s office to admit that he’d spent more than one night with his hand around his own cock, staring at the pictures of Alex on vacation; shirtless and wet by a lake. The brunette had called him a whore with an eyeroll, and they’d gone on to another topic shortly after.

Occasionally, Henry would send Alex something through Instagram DMs. He’d convinced the other man it was okay because it disappeared after it was open, and that was enough to make Alex allow it, from time to time. So, Henry didn’t push, just maybe once a week sending Alex a photo of himself in only a towel after the shower or something similar. There was one single time he’d lied down flat on his bed, sending Alex a photo of half of his face, but the camera was angled up and the curve of his bare ass was in the back of the photo. Alex had responded to ‘never do that again’ for ‘both of our safeties’, which only led Henry to ask if he meant that ‘in a hot way or a legal way’; Alex said ‘both’.

It was about three months after this friendship had begun when Alex texted Henry and said they needed to meet. It wasn’t his usual tone, it wasn’t friendly or flirty, very much like a lawyer, and it sent pangs of anxiety through the blond. He spent minutes staring at that text just rereading the words:

‘Hey Henry, I need you to come by my office at some point. It’s about some paperwork, it’s nothing major, but whenever it’s convenient for you, let me know. We can discuss everything here, but I need a signature. Thanks!’

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? That wasn’t how they talked; they were never so dry. Henry had sent back ‘I can come after class if you’re still there? I’ll be out at 4, I could probably be at your office at 4:30?’ to which Alex had replied, ‘Sounds great, thanks!’ Henry had resisted the urge to text back begging for context. He did spend most of his classes missing the point of damn near everything his professors said though, and once he was free, he booked it straight to Alex’s office. In fact, once the Uber dropped him off, he rushed in like there was a fire.

“Alex?” Henry called, walking in, already looking around like he expected to see disaster.

“In my office!”

Henry walked to Alex’s office, noting that the doorway to Nora’s office was closed, and walked in, looking over the brunette. Everything looked… fine. Alex was in a normal suit, typing something on his laptop, which he gently closed and set aside as Henry walked in. He seemed calm and collected, he was even wearing his glasses. Glasses that the blond had gotten quite used to seeing over the last few months, and that he admittedly had a soft spot for seeing on the brunette.

“What’s… going on, are we in trouble?” Henry asked.

“What? No, not like that,” Alex laughed softly shaking his head, “Sit sit,” he said gesturing toward the chair in front of his desk. “I just need you to sign something.”

The blond flopped into the chair almost breathlessly, picking up a pen and watched with anxious eyes as Alex gathered papers, “What.. is it?”

“You’re.. not gonna flirt with me at all? None of the usual?” Alex teased with a soft laugh.

There was a moment of Henry looking confused, before forcing a soft smile, lifting the pen he’d picked up, to his lips. He locked his eyes on the brunette and slowly licked up the length of the pen before wrapping his lips around it. Slowly he took it into his mouth, down to where his fingers held the tip, and then just as slowly pulled back. His lips tight around the pen, cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his eyes still locked on the other man.

“Hot,” Alex said softly, he didn’t banter, he didn’t chastise, just compliment. “Okay, so,” he said pushing the papers over in front of the blond, “These are a legal agreement where you’re consenting that I’m turning your case over to another lawyer, now it’s just Nora, so it’s staying in the firm b-”

“Wait, you’re firing me?” Henry sounded panicked, “But I’ve been behaving!”

“I know you have,” Alex nodded, “Very well, and I’m not firing you, I’m passing you off to Nora who is just as capable of handling your immigration as me, we both do the same thing.”

“But, I want you to do it,” Henry edged.

“Hen,” Alex cooed, “Nothing is changing, everything is going well, your papers and things are under review, switching to another lawyer inside this firm, isn’t going to change anything or raise any red flags, it’s just going to change who you write your final check to when you pay us. And you don’t have to do anything now, I already transferred your retainer fee over to her name, all you have to do is sign this. It’s for the firm, not even for immigration, just.. dismisses me of being your lawyer.”

There was silence as Henry took a deep breath, looking over the brunette with the same anxious expression, like he was trying to understand what it all meant.

“Henry, it means you won’t be my client anymore. You’ll be Nora’s client, a client of the firm. But you won’t be my client.” Alex spoke softly.

He could literally see it click in the other man’s head, Henry’s eyes going wide, and lips falling open. Within seconds the blond was grabbing the papers, signing them, and then immediately looking back up to the brunette.

“So, you can fuck me now?”

“Yes Henry, I can fuck you now.”

For a brief moment, Henry contemplated jumping the desk, but there was a laptop he wasn’t entirely sure he could clear there. So, instead, he slowly nodded, before standing up and walking to the opposite side of the desk. He was immediately leaning down, his hands already cupping Alex’s face, but the brunette was leaning up to kiss him already. Alex pulled off his glasses and set them aside, slowly standing and meeting Henry’s lips, his own hands on the blond’s face as the two of them just took a moment to kiss. It was their second kiss, but somehow it felt like a first. It started slow, and needy, but quickly turned heated and desperate. Within moments Alex was pushing Henry to sit on the edge of that desk, stepping between thighs that instantly opened for him. One hand on Henry’s face, one resting on the blond’s hip, just keeping them so close together.

Henry was giving soft moans into those kisses, one hand moving to the back of Alex’s head to tangle in dark curls, pulling hard already. His opposite hand was running over the brunette’s chest, just touching over toned muscle underneath the suit fabric. It wasn’t long before the blond’s fingers greedily tugged at Alex’s tie, pulling him even closer into the kiss. Then his fingers fell lower, running down the other man’s stomach, now they found the brunette’s belt. Henry was clumsily but eagerly trying to undo that belt when Alex slowly broke the kiss, resting one hand on top of the blond’s.

“Hey, I promise, I promise I am going to, you think I did this because I wanted to keep waiting? Later, okay? At my place?” Alex spoke breathlessly against the other man’s lips.

“I don’t want to wait, I’ve waited long enough,” Henry was ducking back in for another hungry kiss, almost mewling into it.

“I know, I know,” Alex let his teeth pull at the blond’s plush bottom lip, “But I didn’t wait this long just to make the first time we had sex a quick fling in my office, alright? Besides, Nora is… literally right next door, and I have a conference call soon.”

“How soon? Let me suck you off then,” Henry panted it, leaning up to try and catch the brunette’s lips in another kiss. It only brushed their lips together as Alex shook his head.

“Not now Henry,” Alex was pulling away gently, giving the blond a few pecks before straightening his suit some. He picked up the papers on his desk that Henry had just signed, waving them. “I am going to go give these to Nora, then I’m going to do my call. You’re welcome to wait, or I can give you the keys to my place and you can go on over.”

“I’ll wait,” Henry was pouting some, “Horny, rejected, abandoned,” he looked away dramatically as he spoke.

“God you are… SO spoiled,” Alex laughed, shaking his head. “I thought Americans were entitled.”

“Well, I’ll be an American soon, won’t I?” Henry teased, “Go, do your thing, I will sit here, unfucked.”

The brunette had to fight another laugh, shaking his head as he walked the papers over to the office beside his own. It didn’t take long and Henry could hear the soft chit chat between them. But when Alex walked back into his office, the blond was nowhere to be found. He looked around for a moment, calling a soft ‘Henry?’ only to get no answer. He hadn’t given Henry his keys, but he supposed that didn’t mean the blond hadn’t run off, perhaps to the bathroom.

There wasn’t really a lot of time for Alex to contemplate it, moments later his phone rang with his conference call. He gave a soft ‘oh’ and slipped back into his chair, slipping his glasses back on his face and opening the file he needed on his computer before answering the phone.

“Hey Craig, how are you? Great, glad to hear it, thanks for taking the time man, I’m going to try and make this as quick as possible, I just need to go over some things with you.”

Alex’s laptop popped up a notification that said ‘Battery Status: 97%’; weird, he’d had it plugged in. He fiddled with the cord a bit as he talked, unplugging it and plugging it into the port only to see no change; damn had to be the outlet. He spoke for a few more minutes, discussing details of a hearing with his client. It was only a traffic violation, so it was nothing too major. But the lamp on his desk turned off, he leaned forward as he spoke, tapping it a few times, only to see it not working. He didn’t need it exactly, the overhead light was fine, but this was strange. It occurred to him to peak under his desk then where all the plugs for these electronics were.

“Yeah, no I really don’t think an appearance is going to be necessary, I mean with the – what the hell are you doing under there?”

Henry. Henry was under the desk, on his knees, fiddling with cords connected to the power strip. Once the two of them made eye contact the blond gave a very ‘shouldn’t have left me alone’ look, similar to a cat, before making direct eye contact with Alex and unplugging another device.

“No, shit, sorry, not you Craig. I uh, I got a cat recently. Yeah, it’s uh, it’s really cute, but it’s still really young so I’m dealing with all of the kitten shit.” Alex laughed at whatever Craig said in response, “Oh he’s uh, twenty-three weeks, like five months. Yeah, super cute, oh uh, his name’s uh, Henry.”

Henry couldn’t help but grin under the desk, Alex wasn’t watching him anymore, he was facing his laptop screen again, prime opportunity. He slipped forward, and immediately resumed his intentions from earlier. His hands found Alex’s belt quickly, undoing it, and unbuttoning those pants. Alex did look down at him from the side, giving a warning look, before laughing at something in the conversation and going back to his laptop. That was not nearly enough to deter Henry, who unzipped those dress pants, and reached inside. He was careful, and timed, reaching his hand into Alex’s pants and slowly slipping out the brunette’s cock.

There was a moment of pause, Henry could feel Alex tense, waiting; but Henry was in awe. He was just staring; it was so much more than he’d expected. Heavy in his hand and he had all belief it would be longer than his toy in a few minutes. Slowly, he pulled himself together, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around it. He was literally suppressing a moan as he worked, he’d wanted this for so long and now it was happening. Henry could already feel the strain starting against his own pants, but he wasn’t worried about that right now. He was just reveling in the bliss of finally getting the taste he’d been dying for. He was pressing his tongue tight against the underside of Alex’s shaft, sucking hard and bobbing slowly. Both of his hands were resting on the brunette’s thighs, he didn’t need to pull back, not yet anyway. However, he could hear Alex falter.

“Well, this is typically the sort of thing that oh-ah!, sorry… the little shit bit me,” Alex laughed, but reached his free hand under the desk. His fingers were curling into Henry’s hair tugging hard as he gritted his teeth to fight any more sounds before resuming his conversation.

The fingers pulling his hair made Henry groan against the cock in his mouth, his eyes fluttering for no one to see. He was still bobbing his head fast, his mouth eager. At this point it was no longer easy for Henry to take all of the other man’s shaft into his mouth. But that didn’t stop him, he was relaxing his throat and taking that cock into his mouth until the tip of his nose was buried in the fabric of Alex’s clothes. Until this moment Henry had considered himself a pro at this; he was listed in more than one phone as ‘deepthroat champ’. However, Alex was certainly more than he was used to, it was a bit of a struggle. That only made him try harder though, eager to please, to prove himself to the other man. The sound of Alex fighting a groan as he held the phone away from himself only made the blond try harder. He was moaning against the brunette’s shaft as those fingers tugged his hair tighter. He could feel the reaction, that cock throbbing in his mouth, Alex’s breathing shake as he felt the vibration of Henry’s mouth.

It wasn’t necessarily that the blond was trying to ruin that conference call, but he did certainly hope to speed it up; to get alone with Alex faster. He would dip down low, taking that cock into his throat, and pull back slowly, catching his breath at the tip before bobbing his head fast again. It wasn’t long before he felt Alex’s fingers extend, resting on the back of his head, and then firmly push him down. The brunette pushed Henry all the way down, slowly enough for him to relax his throat. Once he was all the way down, Alex held him there, his fingertips massaging Henry’s scalp. It was enough to make Henry squirm slightly, he tried to moan but it only resulted in him gagging against the intrusion in his throat. He instinctively pulled back some, only to feel Alex force his head back down. Another moan tried to come from his chest, that resulted in another wet gag. He was certainly drooling enough that the fabric of the other man’s pants had to be wet.

Henry stayed in place as long as he could, before tapping his fingers against Alex’s thigh, a subtle pleading. Only then did the grip relax, the brunette’s fingers tugging his hair to pull his head back. He still didn’t take his mouth entirely off of that cock, just leaving his lips wrapped around the tip as he caught his breath. But he heard it then, sweet victory:

“Alright, yeah I’ll talk to you later. Thanks, have a good one man, bye.”

Almost as soon as Henry heard the phone get placed on Alex’s desk, the chair was sliding back, so that the brunette could fully stare down at him.

“You are… so fucking annoying,” Alex said with a laugh, shaking his head, “And you are such a little slut, should I have asked to see some papers before I let you do that?” he teased.

“No,” Henry shook his head, “I’m clean, I promise. I.. I got tested after the last time I had sex. I mean it was safe sex, we used protection but still I did. And I haven’t been with anyone else since the night in the bar and..”

“Relax.” Alex hummed, “I was teasing. Sort of, I mean the way you swallowed my dick was… suspiciously impressive, you must have a lot of practice,” he said reaching down to lift up the blond’s chin with one finger. “For the record, I.. haven’t been with anyone since then either,” he said softly, “And I’m also clean, I do have papers though, if you’d like to see them.”

“It doesn’t matter to me, anything would almost be worth it at this point, can I keep going?” Henry asked, gesturing toward the brunette’s crotch. “Please? It’s just so big,” he nearly whined as he spoke, “I knew it would be big but that’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen, it makes me so fucking hard, daddy.”

“Daddy, huh?” the brunette teased, “Yeah that checks out for you.”

“Wait what is that supposed to mean?” Henry quipped.

“Means it checks out, now come here,” Alex said standing up then, and pulling the blond to stand as well. But he was pushing Henry to sit in the chair he’d just been in, now stepping in front of the blond. One of his hands ran through the other man’s hair, and one took a hold of his own shaft, gently tapping it against the blond’s lips. “Open up baby, let me use that mouth right.”

Henry paused though, he glanced up at the brunette then at the door, and back up, “But.. Alex, your door is open, with.. me up here anyone could see,” he said with pale cheeks turning pink.

“Oh, now you’re shy? Now you don’t want to act like a little slut? Because you might get caught? Tough luck baby, you’re gonna finish what you started.” Alex spoke with a grin on his lips, “Are you shy to do it like this? To let me be in control?” he asked as his fingers ran through that blond hair, “Don’t worry baby, daddy will teach you.”

‘daddy will teach you’ : Henry’s mouth immediately fell open, his tongue half out in an inviting way.

“That’s it sweetheart, good boy,” Alex hummed, he guided his shaft into the blond’s mouth before placing both hands in the other man’s hair. His fingertips gently pressed the back of Henry’s head, holding him in place.

Henry did his best to relax his throat for what he knew was coming, and yet somehow, he still didn’t feel prepared. As Alex began thrusting into his mouth, he was instantly gagging slightly; making soft sputtering and choking noises as he tried to relax. Tears were already in the corners of his eyes, but he did his best to relax his throat and try to suck the best he could. The quiet but steady moans that came from Alex made the blond’s eyes flutter with want. It was so overwhelming to finally have this, in the best way possible. It didn’t take long, a few minutes at best, of Henry choking against the other man’s cock for Alex to speak through gritted teeth.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby,” Alex panted, “You ready for that huge load in your mouth? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to give it to you, baby.”

Those words alone already had Henry moaning again, but Alex was pulling back some, so only the tip was in the blond’s mouth. He was no longer guiding or thrusting, instead now it was just Henry eagerly sucking the tip of that cock, his head bobbing in a shallow way as he did his best to look up at the brunette through glassy eyes. His tongue teased what was in his mouth, and moments later, he got his reward.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” Alex groaned, “Swallow all that cum for daddy, don’t spill any, be good,” he hummed, his fingertips still rubbing the blond’s scalp lightly.

Once Alex had clearly ridden out that orgasm, Henry pulled back slowly, opening his mouth, tongue flat to the back of his teeth, letting the brunette see the pool of white. He closed his lips and swallowed before sticking his tongue back out, smiling at the same time, very clearly expecting praise.

“Mn, what a good boy,” Alex panted, still coming down from that high. He was petting Henry’s face before leaning down and kissing the blond’s lips gently, “So proud of you baby, you did so good letting daddy fuck your pretty face.” He said before giving those plush lips even more kisses.  

The praise and the kisses made Henry tremble, still smiling wide as he shuddered in place; he didn’t have the faintest idea how he might survive the rest of the night, “Can we go back to your place now?” he asked in a rather timid way considering all they’d done.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded, smiling with a little laugh as he fixed his pants. “Let me grab my shit and tell Nora we’re out, then we can leave.”

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By the time the two of them made it back to Alex’s house, Henry could have sworn that he had been literally vibrating in the passenger’s seat. They got out and walked inside of the house, Henry was polite and took off his shoes and put down his bag on a table beside the door. Alex had done the same, taking off his suit jacket and shoes, slipping his tie off and just hanging it on a coat hanger. But then Henry was nearly throwing himself into the brunette. His arms wrapping around Alex and pulling both of them together as he crushed their lips together. The blond was already mewling into the kisses, soft whimpers as he felt large hands rest on his sides and run up his body. The pressure of those fingers had Henry ready to melt into the floor, the need behind the kisses being returned, he was already on edge.

Finally, Alex was returning the need Henry had felt for months.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long,” Alex whispered against the blond’s lips, almost as if he could read Henry’s mind.

“It’s okay,” Henry was already breathless, “Just don’t keep me waiting any longer, please.”

All at once, Alex was scooping the other man up into his arms, just picking up the blond and walking him toward his bedroom. It made Henry giggle, nuzzling his face against the brunette’s chest, his arms around Alex’s neck as they moved.

“Alex?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember that day in your office, the first day we kissed?” Henry began, letting Alex nod and laugh before speaking again, “Do you remember when you told me if I really knew you that I wouldn’t be obsessed with you?” he asked, his fingertips playing in the curls at the other man’s neck.

“I stand by that,” Alex said, sitting the blond down on the edge of his bed, before just starting to tug off Henry’s shirt.

“You were wrong,” Henry was lifting his arms to help get his shirt off, “I mean I know that I don’t.. know you entirely. It’s only been a few months, but the more I know about you, the more I like you,” he was resting his hands on the brunette’s cheeks as Alex leaned down to undo his pants. “The more I learn about you the more incredible you become. You are.. so driven, and so kind, you are so funny, and you have so much passion for everything around you. I’m in awe of you, Alex, and I’m certainly still obsessed with you.”

“Alright that’s… very sweet,” Alex said with a smile, leaning in closer to give the blond a soft kiss, “But let’s save any love declarations until after the oxytocin is out of your system.”

It wasn’t that Alex didn’t believe him exactly, in fact he believed that Henry felt that way right now. He just also believed it would taper off in a few weeks, a month at best; it always had with everyone else. Truthfully, it was part of the reason he’d hurried this along, made Henry not his client anymore. Because the longer this went on, the more attached Alex was getting. If they spent the rest of these next few months getting to know each other only for Henry to back out after being entirely disappointed? Well, Alex didn’t think he could handle that one. It was better to rip off that bandage now, better to get it over with, to end it before Alex jumped off the ledge it felt like he was standing on.

Undressing Henry had seemed to silence him, he’d stopped talking as Alex tugged his pants off, tugging off his underwear as well. In fact, it had left the blond just giggling and leaning forward on the bed to begin undoing the other man’s belt. This time, Alex let him, just stroking his fingers through Henry’s hair with a soft smile on his lips.

“You really are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Alex hummed, pausing to pull off his own shirt and tossing it aside as Henry tugged his pants and underwear down in unison.

That made the blond stop in his tracks though, looking up at Alex with wide eyes, “Oh… Christ,” he whispered.

“What?” Alex laughed the words, “Never seen a guy naked before?” he teased.

“I’m.. beginning to think not,” Henry sounded almost breathless, mouth hanging open as he shamelessly ran one hand over the brunette’s stomach. His fingertips tracing over defined ab muscles and the thin coating of dark hair over tanned skin, “Certainly not one that looks like you… I mean.. seriously,” he was shaking his head, jaw still slack, “Is it… weird if I take a moment to lick you all over?”

“Lil bit,” Alex teased, holding up two fingers to show a small amount as he spoke. But he was laughing softly, finishing kicking off his pants and underwear, so he was completely naked in front of the other man, “However, I’m not opposed to a little bit of affection,” he said with a playful wink.

All at once the blond was on Alex, his hands tugged the brunette closer as he began kissing and licking over that toned stomach. He nuzzled his face against Alex’s abs, and over his body hair like a cat. He would give soft kisses and licks that made Alex’s skin prickle under the touch. Henry’s hands ran up higher, over the brunette’s chest, just touching everything in such a greedy way. Slowly he stood, moving his face over the other man’s torso, still nuzzling and kissing, dragging starving licks over Alex’s skin. He did the same to the brunette’s chest, kissing and licking, he would suck or nip at Alex’s nipples while his fingertips explored.

Long fingers carded through Henry’s hair as he made that map of the brunette’s skin, there was a soft smile that seemed permanently fixed to Alex’s lips. Part of him wanted to make a joke about the blond having some kind of oral fixation, especially as a tongue dragged over his chest hair, but he couldn’t deny being obsessed with Henry’s mouth himself. The number of nights he’d thought about those pink plush lips, thought about how they would feel against his own, then about how they did feel once he knew. The fantasies about those lips wrapped around his cock, or pressing kisses to his skin, for now he was content to savor the reality that was better than he’d ever imagined. The blond’s kisses were trailing higher though, over Alex’s chest, and heading toward his shoulder. With a curiosity level very much like a kitten, Henry used one hand to gently push Alex’s arm up. His kisses trailed over until he nuzzled his face into the brunette’s underarm, making a soft whimper as he did.

“I could live here,” Henry whispered. The warmth, the prickle of the hair against his face, the scent of Alex mixed with whatever deodorant that was, he meant what he said. “So good,” he purred before nuzzling his face closer, seconds away from going back to licking.

“Alright, alright,” Alex laughed, one hand gently pushing the blond’s face back, “That’s enough of that,” he didn’t seemed turned off at all, just more like tired of waiting. “I think I owe you a few orgasms in return for earlier, don’t I?” he asked, running his hands over Henry now. “Besides, I’ve been waiting just as long,” he was beginning to trail kisses down the blond’s neck, absolutely drinking in the way Henry shuddered under his touch, “I get to have my fun too, right?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Henry moaned, one hand running up to tangle into those curls as Alex kissed his neck. “However you want it, I can bottom, or top.. I’ll do anything you want to you.”

The desperation made Alex laugh softly, “Right now,” he said softly before running his hands down the blond’s back, grabbing the other man’s ass, pulling him closer, “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name. Some other time I might want to see if you know how to use that pretty dick you got,” he said it as he let one hand slide in front of the blond, wrapping around Henry’s shaft and stroking gently. “You’re thick, huh?” his voice was almost playful, “I bet that stretches a hole out real good,” he hummed as he let his teeth drag along Henry’s throat, listening to the blond whimper, “Can I have a taste?”

“Anything,” Henry moaned the word.

“Such a sweet boy,” Alex panted that just below the blond’s ear, making Henry whine softly, “Lay on the bed for me.”

Henry immediately complied, crawling onto the bed and laying back with his head in the pillows. He did sit up on his elbow as he watched Alex go into a drawer and take out a bottle of lube as well as a tiny satin bag. He opened the bag and slipped out a plug, shining silver with a glistening gem at the base.

“It’s new,” Alex said once he felt Henry looking, “I bought it yesterday, just so you know that I’m not recycling sex toys on you,” he said in a teasing tone as he crawled onto the bed.

“So.. you knew you were going to fuck me today?” Henry sounded rather flattered as he spoke.

“I hoped,” Alex said before tapping one of the blond’s thighs, “Pull those legs back for me baby.”

The blond was immediately pulling his legs up, one arm under each of his knees as he exposed himself as much as possible for the other man. Despite the only thing he could think about was ‘I hoped’, as if there was a universe in which he could imagine anyone saying no to Alex. He let his head fall back into the pillows some as he felt the brunette apply lube over his entrance, a delicate motion before Alex pushed a finger into him. Just one finger had him gasping, those fingers felt even longer than he’d thought somehow. His breathing shuddered as he felt Alex pump that finger into him for a moment before gently pushing a second into him. Both fingers had his eyes fluttering back, mouth falling open in a soft moan.

“Christ, you know.. your fingers are bigger than some of the cocks I’ve had in my ass,” Henry panted softly.

“Yeah? You took ‘em easily enough,” Alex teased, pumping those two fingers into the blond now, his thumb moving to apply a gentle but steady pressure to Henry’s perineum, giving the slightest massage. The combination made the blond yelp, but Alex pretended not to notice, “You really must be a slut.”

“D-does.. it turn you on if I say yes? Or is i-it hotter if I s-say that’s not tr-ue?” Henry managed to stutter out as he felt Alex’s fingers curl into his prostate; how the fuck had he found it so fast?

“It’s hot if you’re honest,” Alex still sounded so playful, like Henry wasn’t literally shaking under him.

“I uhm, I’ve been p-pretty promiscuous since I s-started co-fuck-college,” Henry panted, “But.. I’m pretty sure your c-cock is going to s-split me in tw-o regardless..”

“Hot,” Alex said softly, “I fully intend on splitting you in two,” he said slipping his fingers out of the blond and picking up the plug he’d laid on the bed. He turned it around though so the base was facing Henry, letting him see it, “Did I pick a good one for you, baby?”

Henry leaned up some, looking over the plug Alex was showing him. From this angle he could see the base was actually a clear gem, just reflecting the print underneath it, which was bright pink with the word ‘Princess’ written on it. Much to Alex’s pleasure the blond’s cheeks heated to a very similar bright pink as he saw it.

“Oh,” Henry whispered, “Princess…” he nodded slowly, “Are you going to make me your princess, daddy?”

“You’re already my princess,” Alex hummed, adding a bit of lube to the plug before pushing it into the blond. “But I’m gonna fuck you like a whore tonight, princess,” he said it as Henry gasped and groaned immediately after feeling the plug fill him up.

“Please..”

“You don’t have to beg,” Alex spoke low and soft, “You can put your legs down, I’m gonna suck that pretty dick a little before we do anything else.”

Legs immediately fell down as Henry sat back on his elbows to look over the other man, his eyes locked on Alex. It made the brunette laugh softly, before he moved closer, leaning down and peppering soft kisses over the blond’s chest. He let a few travel over Henry’s neck before kissing back down, over the soft skin, working his way lower. His lips moved down the blond’s stomach, as his hand moved up the opposite way, moving over Henry’s chest. Every kiss and touch had the blond shuddering, making soft moans and whimpers the entire time. The soft scraping of the brunette’s beard along his skin was just as incredible as he’d imagined. He was arching into Alex’s touch, begging for more. So by the time Alex wrapped his hand around the other man’s shaft, his lips making a map of kisses over Henry’s thighs, the blond felt like he was on the verge of pleading. He didn’t though, trying to be patient, he had after all promised to let the brunette do whatever he wanted.

The feeling of Alex’s lips finally wrapping around the blond’s cock, had Henry crying out. He was sitting up on his elbows, one hand instantly shooting to those curls, tangling into them and tugging gently. The effects of the brunette’s tongue were making the blond’s thighs shake within seconds. His breathing was rapid, shaking, and his moans were just as frequent and so very unrestrained. His eyelashes fluttered and his eyes rolled back as soon as he felt Alex’s tongue slip under his foreskin and tease the tip of his cock.

There was more than once he had seen a boy react to his mouth the way that Alex was making him act right now; but he’d never experienced it himself. It was heavenly, and it was hell all at once, because he wanted it to never end but he knew it wouldn’t be long like this. Every time he felt the brunette bob his head down a bit lower, so that Alex’s nose brushed his stomach, he let out a noise that could only be described as feral. It was a struggle to breathe let alone keep his eyes open, no matter how badly he ached to see the other man work. He made the mistake of opening his eyes to look down, that made it so much worse. The sight of Alex looking up at him through those long lashes, the way those cheeks were hollowed out, it was the hottest thing Henry had ever seen.

“Alex,” the blond panted, a whine coming immediately after, “If you don’t stop I’m going to cum.”

“Mhm?” Alex responded in a hum, sucking a bit harder as he slowly pulled back, “Already? That was like.. what a minute? I thought you were a slut,” he teased. “Your dick is so pretty you know? The uncut thing is hot, and your tip is so pink.”

“Well.. clearly you are too,” Henry whimpered, doing his best to ignore the praise, it was too much right now, “I’ve.. never had a blowjob like that.”

“That’s called experience baby, but.. you’re young you can give me a couple loads, right? Let me keep going? Unless you’d rather cum with me inside you?” Alex asked before peppering soft kisses down the blond’s shaft.

Each kiss made Henry’s hips jerk, the soft prickles of the brunette’s facial hair making him whimper, “I want to cum with you inside of me,” he gasped.

The brunette gave a nod before slowly pulling back, “Alright, legs back again,” he said taking Henry’s legs and already lifting them, pushing them back. He let the blond take over, and he slipped a pillow underneath Henry just to make it a bit more comfortable. “I’m going to take the plug out, and stretch you a little more first, okay?”

The blond gave a slight nod, looking up at the other man so eagerly. As the brunette slipped that plug out of him, he gave a soft whimper, eyes fluttering again to feel it immediately be replaced by two fingers. Alex was adding a bit more lube and working those two fingers into him already, pumping them steadily. It made Henry whimper and whine softly about how big those fingers were, until Alex pushed a third finger into him. That made him give another sharp yelp as his hips jerked instinctively, his head falling back against those pillows.

“I know baby,” Alex cooed, “Just a little more, huh?” he was curling his fingers into the blond, massaging against Henry’s prostate as he pushed his thumb back into the other man’s perineum. “We gotta get you nice and stretched out for this dick, it’s really big,” he spoke like he was explaining something to a child.

“I…its okay,” Henry hissed, “I like them big,” he said as if he wasn’t actively clenching against Alex’s fingers already, his body feeling like it was on fire. “How the fuck do you find my prostate so fast?”

“Experience baby,” Alex repeated with a laugh, “Also you make a different noise when my fingers brush it,” he explained. “So you like big dicks, huh? How big?”

“Th-the bigger the b-better,” Henry’s voice was shaking with the pressure those fingers applied while massaging inside of him.

“Oh? A size queen, huh? I’ll remember that when you get ready to tap out,” Alex teased.

“I won’t,” the blond panted, before giving a particularly loud whimper at a motion those fingers inside of him made, “Alex!” he managed to cry out before he caught both of them off guard. Henry was covering his own stomach and chest with streaks of white, his body jolting under the touch of Alex’s fingers as he groaned and whined.

“Oh… shit,” Alex whispered, “You’re sensitive, aren’t you baby? Here I thought I had a little slut to play with,” He said it while slipping his fingers out of the blond, “Well, I was going to give you some dick, but..”

“No no, please,” Henry was panting softly, swallowing hard as he caught his breath, “I.. your fingers are just really big,” he was speaking with a pleading tone, “I want you to fuck me, please I’m ready. I can be a slut for you, I can take anything you want to give me, please, Alex. I’m young remember, I can give you a few loads,” he said nodding.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh at that, nodding as he looked over the blond, “You sure? You don’t need a second?”

“No, I’ve waited enough, please,” Henry pleaded, “Haven’t you? Waited long enough?”

The brunette was giving a nod at that, before picking up the lube again, and applying some to his own shaft before adding a bit more to the other man’s entrance. He set the bottle aside and moved closer, his eyes locked on Henry’s as he took a hold of his cock, gently pushing himself into the blond. At the initial stretch, Henry’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his eyes fluttering as Alex slipped entirely into him. Both of them gave a moan in almost unison, Alex resting his hands on the blond’s thighs, pulling them over his own shoulders. Once he got them situated, he leaned up, and forward, resting his hands on the bed as he pressed his hips against the blond.

Henry was hissing through his teeth, his eyes shut tight as he wrapped his arms around the brunette’s neck. Short fingernails were clawing down Alex’s back, the pads of his fingers leaving disappearing streaks over his skin.

“How you doin’ baby?” Alex asked in a husky pant.

“S’big,” Henry managed to gasp.

“The biggest you’ve ever had?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Alex said in a low voice, a grin on his lips as he began to thrust up into the man underneath him. “I want to make sure you remember this dick.”

The blond was immediately whimpering at the movement, each deep shove up into him from the position making him hiss through his teeth, but still he didn’t like that wording, “You.. say that like-ah! Like.. I’m never getting it ag-ah-ain.”

Alex laughed, it was a low, gravelly sound, admittedly Henry felt it in the pit of his stomach, “You think you’re gonna want it twice?” He was beginning to thrust up into the blond faster now, working at a steady pace. It wasn’t particularly rough or too fast, just consistent, but the position did make it deep. Every so often the blond would press his fingertips into the top of Alex’s shoulders, like trying to pull himself up higher in the bed, like just to make it a little less deep.

“Alex,” Henry breathed his name, it sounded like a plea at that point. His fingers were tangling into Alex’s curls, playing with them, like begging the brunette to look into his eyes. He didn’t have to really, those darker eyes were already locked on his face, but he thought maybe he could will Alex into really seeing him. “Alex, I love you,” it was breathless, barely above a whisper, but they were so close it was audible. He kept his eyes locked on the brunette, save a little twitch like a wince where he tried to shift his position a bit higher again, so that cock wouldn’t hit quite so deep inside of him.

The laugh from the brunette came immediately, not unsimilar from his one just before Henry spoke, “I told you to save the love confessions for after this for a reason, you definitely don’t babe,” he said shaking his head, “Now stop saying stupid shit and focus on taking that dick for me, okay?” he gave an almost comforting smile after that, “You said the bigger the better, stop running from it then.”

For some reason, that motivated Henry in an obscene way. Sure, it stung, but it made him want to try so much harder, like now he had something to prove. He gave Alex a determined little glare, jaw tight, before tugging those curls harder, his free hand sliding down the brunette’s back to press against his lower back.

“Fuck me then, daddy,” that also came out of the blond as a pant, but much more like a demand than his previous tone.

“Am I not already?” Alex laughed, giving a low moan himself at the hands on him.

“No,” Henry whispered, “You’re making love to me, you’re fucking me like you love me. You’re being close, and gentle, and looking at me like that..” he shook his head as he moaned those words, “Fuck me then, turn me over and fucking pound the shit out of me then. I spent long enough teasing you, didn’t I? Take it out on me, go on.”

Despite not breaking his rhythm or changing his pace, Alex stared down at the man underneath him. That hit in a way he’d rather it not have, he’d spend the last few weeks convincing himself that he wasn’t in love with Henry, because he wasn’t allowed to be. Because Henry would leave just like everyone else, even if he didn’t think he would right now. Keeping him at arm’s length was much easier, but was he really so transparent? Did Henry know that he’d been fighting these feelings?

“That really what you want?” the brunette asked in a low voice.

“I came here to get fucked, Alex,” Henry sounded stern now, “I spent months trying to convince you to fuck me,” he said looking over the other man, “I’m sorry I tried to make it romantic, it won’t happen again, you’re clearly single by choice. So, just give me what I want then, it didn’t make me want it any less.”

They should probably unpack that right? Alex was still rolling his hips up into the blond, but it was gentler than he had been before. His eyes were searching for something in those lighter ones under him, but all he saw was determination. He supposed there really wasn’t anything to unpack besides his own feelings.

“Now, Alex.” Henry hissed.

With a little nod of his head, Alex pulled back, slipping onto his knees. He moved his hands to take Henry’s hips, but the blond was already rolling over onto his stomach, immediately getting up on his knees, arching his back in the most sinful way. One hand resting on the bed at the front of him to keep him stable, the other reached back to grab one of his cheeks, spreading himself a bit for the brunette. Alex couldn’t help but grin at that, taking the break to get a bit more lube, applying it to his own shaft, before moving into place. He rested one hand on the blond’s lower back, the other hand on his cock as he pushed himself back into Henry.

Another sharp inhale came out of the blond, but before Alex could really even move, he was putting both hands on the bed for support, moving himself back. He was bouncing himself off of the brunette’s hips, it was slow at first, with a lil wiggle and twist that honestly impressed Alex. It only took moments though for Henry to build up to a steady pace, bouncing his ass against the other man in such a desperate way. Alex couldn’t fight the moan that came naturally with that, his hand moving to pop the blond’s ass just once, smiling softly as Henry moaned out at it.

“Well shit, you are a little slut aren’t you?” Alex asked in a groan.

“Yes, now give it to me daddy, I earned it,” Henry moaned softly, “Don’t make me use your cock all by myself, if you’re going to be my daddy you’re supposed to take care of me.”

Oh if only Henry knew how much Alex wanted to take care of him. It was enough to make the brunette shake his head before resting both hands on the blond’s hips. All at once he was meeting those push backs, it made him almost slam up into the other man. That, made Henry cry out, whimpers and mewls of pleasure and pain mixing together. He seemed to love it though, still doing his best to push back to meet each thrust into him. His fingers were digging into the sheets, tugging hard enough that the fitted sheet was pulling off of Alex’s mattress. Neither of them cared about that at the moment, just the intoxicating feeling between them.

Henry was absolutely convinced this might be the best sex he’d ever had, it was making him dizzy. The ache of having the brunette so deep inside of him only made him love it more. He wanted that, he wanted to feel it hours from now, he wanted to feel it tomorrow; he wanted to remember that it was Alex who had done it to him. On the other hand, Alex couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to completely and utterly ruin someone. He’d managed to convince himself that it had nothing to do with emotions, the fact that he wanted Henry to sit in class tomorrow remembering how deep this cock had been inside of him. It was just the need to conquer this pretty little slut that had been begging for it for months, the lack of ability to deny Henry what he wanted.

There was a moment mixed in those thrusts, where Alex pulled completely out of the blond, just to admire the visual. He watched as Henry gasped, his body reacting to the loss of that fullness, his hole stretched at first but fluttering closed as he leaned forward. It was like he was catching his breath, the brunette could see a thin line of precum dripping from the blond’s cock, it was beautiful.

“You’re so stretched out for me baby,” Alex panted, “You like how that dick is opening you up?” he asked it as he placed one hand on the blond’s back, the opposite holding his own shaft. He gently tapped his own cock between the blond’s cheeks, making Henry gasp again at the feeling.

“So much,” the blond sounded breathless, his body leaning forward as he felt the dull ache twist in his stomach, since there was no longer the overwhelming pleasure of the other man inside of him.

“Not done yet baby,” Alex hummed, his hand that wasn’t holding his cock grabbing the blond’s hip. “I thought you liked ‘em big? You gotta stop running from me, why are you running baby? You wanted me to split you in two,” he panted those words before starting to push himself back into the other man.

The feeling of that cock sliding back into him, made the blond give a soft yelp, it was so deep all at once. Alex was slamming into him again, it made his eyes flutter with pleasure. Not to mention the teasing about running away made him shy, but in the most delicious way. Part of him wanted to beg the brunette to make him take it, but he’d never admit he was struggling.

“You’re.. going to make me cum, again,” Henry spoke through gritted teeth, one hand shifting underneath himself, tugging at his own shaft slowly.

“Yeah?” Alex’s answer came as a soft moan, “Don’t touch yourself baby, I want you to cum from this dick, can you do that for me?” he asked, using his best comforting voice as he spoke.

“Whatever you want, daddy,” Henry mewled, burying his face into the mattress to stop a particularly loud whine.

“Good boy,” Alex hummed, picking up the pace now, intentionally slamming himself into the blond.

It only took moments for Henry to start to slip down, he was fighting it, struggling to stay on his knees. Alex’s hands found the blond’s back, gently pushing him to lie flat down, and he gave in almost immediately. Just lying flat on his stomach as the brunette followed behind him, still thrusting up into him in a way that was rough enough the bed shook. It brought them closer together though, Alex’s lips pressing into Henry’s hair, more of their bodies touching as the brunette held himself barely above the other man. This meant though that Henry could hear every single moan and groan that left the other man’s lips, it was driving him insane. He’d spent so long wondering what Alex might sound like in this situation, and now that he had it, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

One hand found the brunette’s side, Henry’s soft fingers blindly pawing at the other man’s skin behind him. That was it, the blond was crying out, hips jerking underneath the man on top of him as he reached his peak. It ripped through him like a wave crashing into him, he could barely even breathe, it was so intense he wondered if it was possible to drown in a room full of air. He was most certainly making a mess of Alex’s sheets, but it was the last thing on his mind. Each thrust into him as he rode it out was euphoric, it had him seeing stars. But as the high wore off, only the ache remained, and he whimpered in the most pathetic way. His body was still spasming against the cock inside of him; it was too much. It didn’t last long though, he felt the warmth flood into him as Alex moaned out against his hair. He gripped the sheets tight again, pressing his face down into the bed as he whimpered, letting the brunette ride out his own high. He could last through those final ruts of the other man’s hips, after all he’d wanted this for so long, he wasn’t exactly eager for it to be over either.

Somehow, Henry found himself whining just as loudly as Alex slipped out of him. The emptiness was glaring, the cold air on his sweaty skin made him shiver as the brunette laid beside him and he lost the extra body heat. He was spent, just laying there, catching his breath, his fingers not even uncurling from the sheets yet. That was maybe the strongest orgasm he’d ever had in his life, his legs still had to be shaking. But Alex was getting comfortable beside him, he seemed satisfied, but not utterly destroyed, that alone made Henry blush, a bit shy at the realization.

“Are you a cuddler?” Alex’s tone was soft, a bit playful.

“Depends,” Henry was still struggling to regulate his breathing, “Are you going to tell me that makes the oxytocin last longer?”

“Ouch,” Alex laughed, before wrapping his arms around the blond and pulling Henry onto his chest, “Come here,” he said softly, hugging the other man up.

Despite a slight glare on his face, the blond was cuddling into the other man’s chest, wrapping both of his arms around the brunette. “I don’t appreciate you undermining my feelings just because I’m younger than you,” Henry said trying to sound stern, like he wasn’t literally trembling in Alex’s arms. “You don’t know how I feel, you don’t get to just.. treat me like it means nothing. It might not mean anything to you, but that doesn’t mean it’s nothing to me. You can tell me you don’t feel the same way without being a cunt about it, even if I am completely sure you have feelings for me. I suppose you’re allowed to be too repressed to acknowledge them.”

“That’s… that’s what you think it was?” Alex asked softly, looking down over the blond, “I wasn’t trying to undermine you, Hen,” he said just pulling the other man into a tighter hug, letting his hand rub Henry’s shoulder. “I just.. I don’t want you to rush into something because you’ve waited and you’ve.. got all these big feelings because there’s build up and..” he was pausing and giving a soft sigh, “Only to end up disappointed that real life does not live up to your expectations.”

“Is that.. you saying you think you’re bad in bed?” The blond asked, “Because that, can not be true you just.. fucked me, so much better than literally anyone I’ve ever hooked up with like.. even if we don’t keep doing this, I am not going back to fucking college boys,” he said laughing softly.

“That’s… a very twenty-three year old thing to say, for the record you took it like a champ,” Alex said with a smile. “No, what I’m saying is that, I know I can be.. a lot sometimes, and if we do this, like if we keep seeing each other and like.. dating and things like that you’re going to get to see all of it. And I don’t want you to be overwhelmed or disappointed.”

“Alex..” the blond was turning on his side more so to look up at the other man, “We have been hanging out two or three times a week for months now,” he said nodding, “I have seen a lot, and I love what I see. I don’t think you’re a lot, and I don’t think you’re whatever else you seem to think. I think you’re Alex, and I like Alex,” he said reaching up and running the back of his fingers along the other man’s face gently, knuckles brushing that short beard. “As for seeing more of you, and maybe having to get used to it, or work on some things, that’s just dating, in general. With you, with anyone,” he said shaking his head. “And for the record I know you think I’m some dumb kid rushing into something, but I will have you know I have not dated.. anyone in my adult life ever. Because when people hit me with feelings, I run,” he said nodding, “But I don’t want to run from you Alex, I want you. I have wanted you from the moment I met you. You’re all I think about, every day and every night, and getting to know you has only made me want you more. I want all of you, all the strings attached, I don’t want anything else if I can’t have you.”

There was a silent pause between them, eyes locked on the other, before Alex nodded, leaning down and crushing his lips against the blond’s. One of his hands gently cupped Henry’s cheek, his thumb stroking soft smooth skin as they kissed until they were breathless. The kiss only stopped when both of them had to gasp for air, and even then the brunette pressed his forehead against the other man’s, nuzzling their noses and lips together.

“I love you too, Hen. I want you too, all of you too. And for the record I don’t think you’re some dumb kid, I think you’re an incredible amazing kind man; even when you’re a brat. Please don’t run, the idea of you leaving is so much scarier than it’s ever been with anyone else,” Alex said softly.

“I won’t,” Henry whispered, brushing his lips against the other man’s, “Let me see everything, and I promise to love you in spite of it.”

Alex gave a gentle nod, nuzzling his face against the blond’s and kissing over his face softly, “I think when you feel your legs, maybe after I order us dinner, we should go again, and this time we should make love, on purpose.”

“On purpose.” Henry agreed.

-


The two of them continued like that for the next couple of months. It was for the most part perfect, they occasionally disagreed, but they never really argued. In fact, the biggest argument they’d had was when Alex had watched a few episodes of ‘their show’ without Henry. Which he’d happily apologized for by sitting beside Henry while he caught up. And making it entirely hard to focus on the contents of the episodes with some very slow strokes of his hand and some carefully placed kisses on the blond’s neck. They had dinner dates, park dates, mall dates, lunch dates, they even occasionally had volunteer dates. Alex was very involved in the community, and Henry loved joining him. They worked together at shelters, the kinds for people and animals, at libraries, hospitals, and kitchens.

College was going very well for Henry, they were ready to officially offer him the teaching position, he could sign as soon as his Green Card was documented. There had become a drawer, and a half, of Henry’s things in Alex’s house, and he spent most weekends there. Even when he had study sessions, Alex would make him snacks while he crammed, making sure the blond got enough water, not too much coffee, and enough sleep. Often, they even worked together, Alex on his cases from home, and Henry on his classwork or class plans. They would sit side by side at Alex’s desk, in matching office chairs. More than once, Henry had ‘for nostalgia’s sake’ crawled underneath the desk to distract Alex from a particularly stressful case.

So, the night that Henry was coming over, was a normal Friday night. He had his overnight bag and the classwork he needed to work on, ready to spend the weekend with his boyfriend. Once he walked in, he was dropping his bags and making a beeline for Alex in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around the brunette from behind.

“God, what on earth are you making that smells amazing,” the blond hummed, peppering kisses along the other man’s neck.

He'd interrupted Alex in the middle of song, singing and dancing along to music as he cooked, but the brunette didn’t mind at all, “Steak and shrimp fajitas, cause I think you really liked those last time I did it, also it’s a good night for them,” he said leaning over to give the blond a soft kiss on the lips.

“Oh fuck I do love those, they’re so good,” Henry groaned, stealing a few more kisses, and keeping his arms wrapped around the brunette’s waist until he had to detach so Alex could keep cooking.

“How was class, everything go okay?” Alex asked glancing over his shoulder as Henry started getting out the plates and silverware to set the table.

“Long, mostly because I wanted to come see my handsome boyfriend and have date night and eat good food and drink and sit on the couch and be awfully lazy, and maaaaybe get some good dick,” Henry added the last bit in a playful way, trying his best to mimic his boyfriend’s southern accent when he said ‘good dick’, it wasn’t great, but Alex laughed anyway. “How was work, darling?”

“Long, but mostly because I couldn’t wait to see my handsome boyfriend and surprise him with fajitas and a few other things,” Alex cooed in a sing song way.

“Wait, a few other things? Besides a huge cock?” Henry teased, “What on earth?”

Alex had promised himself that he was going to wait, but he couldn’t, he really couldn’t. “Okay hold on,” he chirped, moving the pan off of the stove eye just to give himself a few moments. He ran to the back of the house, and came back to the kitchen with clearly a copy of a document, and something else in his hand. “So I couldn’t bring the hard copy, obviously, everything is at the office, Nora is going to have to handle that with you, but, you got approved, Green Card official, baby,” he hummed, offering the blond the paper.

Henry barely took time to read the paper, glancing over it and then just throwing his arms around the brunette, hugging so tight, giggling into Alex’s shoulder, “Oh my god,” his laugh sounded relieved, “Thank you, thank you so much, and I’ll thank Nora too of course but, this is amazing, it’s all I wanted. I just want to be here with you, and our friends and the life we’re making,” his voice cracked slightly as he spoke, “I love you so much, Alex,” he said slowly pulling back to look over the brunette, leaning in and stealing a soft kiss, still smiling so wide it was toothy.

“So, I’m going to take that as confirmation, you might not be tired of me,” Alex said softly, smiling as Henry laughed and shook his head, “And if you’re not,” he paused to hold up a key to the blond, “Move in with me? I mean once your semester is done, you have to move out of student housing anyway and it’s easi-”

“Yes, Alex yes!” Henry cut the other man off, “You don’t have to convince me, yes,” he was laughing and smiling a wide gummy smile as he snatched the key, “Yes,” he nodded one more time before leaning in to give the brunette a slower kiss then, nuzzling his face against his boyfriend’s. “God, this is the best day ever.”

“Oh, is it?” Alex teased, kissing the blond’s cheek softly, “Because there’s one more surprise but I can stop if you’ve had enough.”

“What? There is? You can’t possibly top everything you just told me,” the blond shook his head as he spoke, slowly pulling back.

“I might can, come here,” Alex said taking the blond’s hand, walking him toward the living room, “Remember a few weeks ago when we volunteered at the shelter,” he was being purposefully vague, knowing Henry would know it could mean several things, “And you saw the little beagle, the one named after David Bowie?”

The blond was already gasping as they made it into the living room, walking up on what looked very much like a puppy play pen, “Alex, you did not,” he said before peaking over the edge and gasping again, “Oh, Alex, you did,” he very much looked like he might burst into tears now. “Oh hello sweetheart,” he was bending down and picking up the squirming little beagle, “Yes hello,” he cooed as the dog licked at his face excitedly, “It’s nice to see you again,” he giggled.

“Too much? Or you like it?” the brunette asked biting his lip with a smile.

“Oh Alex, I love it,” Henry gushed, keeping the dog against his chest with one arm as he wrapped the other around the other man, pulling them into a sort of group hug, “And I love you,” he purred, kissing the brunette softly.

“I love you too,” Alex said against the blond’s lips, stealing one more kiss, “And I love our new son,” he said playfully.

“I love him too,” Henry whined in a pouty ‘overwhelmed with cute’ way, “But we’re calling him David,” he said gently petting over the dog in his arms, kissing the top of it’s head.

“Wait, what? Why? You said David Bowie was cute?” Alex asked in a confused tone.

“Well, it is, but it’s a bit on the nose don’t you think?” Henry teased, “Besides, gay couple, dog named David Bowie? Too much, gay couple, dog named David, short for David Bowie; very professional,” his tone was teasing, he was smiling, but he seemed firm on it.

“Okay, fine,” the brunette rolled his eyes, “Wanna come in the kitchen with David while I finish dinner?”

“Absolutely,” the blond cooed, already following Alex back to the kitchen, “Is David allowed to have some bites of steak and shrimp?” he asked in an almost pouty tone.

“Oh my god, you want  to start spoiling him already?” Alex laughed as he went back to cooking.

“Yes,” Henry reached the hand not holding David into the pan, and plucked a piece of steak, blowing on it for several moments to make sure it was cool. As soon as it was, he was feeding it to the dog, smiling wide, “There we go, yummy isn’t it, baby? Your daddy is a very good cook,” he said already baby talking.

“Great, now I’m going to have two spoiled brats,” Alex said playfully.

“Mhn, you love us.”

“Yeah, I do.”