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Present day
Alex and Henry lay on the sofa together, Alex with his feet comfortably on Henry’s lap, while he scrolls through twitter and Henry reads.
“Baby.”
“Hmm,” Henry replies, not even taking his eyes off his book.
“We’re fighting again.”
This does make Henry look away from his book, concern covering his face as he looks to his boyfriend. Alex’s tone was flat but his face suggests irritation. Henry takes a look at Alex’s screen that he is intently staring at. It is yet another baseless article about their relationship. Henry feels himself relax slightly, no longer worried about his relationship at least.
“I think this is from when we went to that coffee shop the other day.” Alex continues and briefly shows Henry the attached pictures.
3 days ago
“Love,” Henry interrupts Alex pouring through textbooks on the living room floor.
“Hmm” Alex replies, looking over his shoulder where his ridiculously tall boyfriend stands in the doorway.
“I was thinking you should take a break.”
Alex looks back to his work “But-” he starts.
“But nothing, you’ve been working for hours, and I doubt you’ve even eaten yet.” Henry gestures to the empty coffee cups that are probably several hours old by now.
“So what were you thinking?” Alex caves, dodging Henry’s accusation, not wanting to prove him right about this, again.
Henry wanders into the room closer to where Alex is sitting. “I was thinking, we could go round the corner to that little cafe we both love? Grab a nice coffee and some cake,” he suggests.
Alex smiles at the idea. “Fine, but if I have cake then I’ll have to go to the gym tomorrow,” because he can’t just agree to anything without some pushback.
“Hmm, I was thinking we could go for a different kind of workout once we get back.” Henry smirks down at Alex where he’s now stood over him.
“Yeah, yes okay” Alex scrambles to his feet “let’s do that.”
Henry laughs as Alex rushes to the door scrambling to get his shoes on.
Henry rolls his eyes trying to not get angry over yet another baseless article about them. He is used to their names appearing across different media sites and platforms by now. He just hates when it’s about completely made up stories like these.
Alex watches the pinched expression take over Henry’s face. “It’s okay baby, everyone knows this is just clickbait trash,” he places a soothing hand on Henry’s arm.
“I know,” Henry says slightly too forcefully, immediately regretting the tone he had taken with his boyfriend “I’m sorry, I just…” Henry sighs “I just hate when we go out and do things and have a lovely time and they turn it into this.” Alex just watches him speak, allowing him the space to express his feelings. “We do so much good, and so much publicity, interviews and appearances, I just don’t understand why this is what they choose to write about.”
“I know baby,” Alex agrees.
“What did they say anyway?” Henry’s curiosity gets the better of him. He remembers this outing, they had a good time and is curious to know how they’ve turned it into something like this.
Alex is surprised that Henry wants to give this any attention but obviously shares the information with his boyfriend. “It’s mostly about the pictures, they’re saying that I looked ‘clearly very uncomfortable’ and my body language suggested that I ‘would rather be anywhere else’” Alex picks through the article.
“Well they aren’t exactly wrong” Henry smirks, remembering precisely what happened while they were out.
It’s only a short walk to the café. They walk through the fairly quiet streets hand in hand, PPO’s closely behind.
They wander through the café, getting a good look at the baked goods on their way in. Henry takes a seat at a table near the back and Alex makes their order. He joins Henry and explains they’ll bring their things over.
Henry nods and lets his eyes wander round the café, taking in the cosy environment. Henry thinks about how lucky he is to have Alex, and to have him so publicly. Enjoying the fact that they can sit in a public space, holding hands across the table and enjoy the comfortable silence between them.
Well, Henry might be comfortable, but Alex is already getting fidgety.
“So when you said ‘a different kind of workout’ what did you have in mind?” Henry is pulled from his thoughts and his eyes fall to the subject of these thoughts. Alex. Always Alex.
He takes a good look at Alex, he is practically vibrating in his seat. Henry loves how easily he gets worked up for him.
Henry sits back in his chair lazily. “Oh nothing special, just something that gets your pulse racing.” Henry explains, sounding fairly indifferent, “you know how I love having you in any capacity,” he smirks. “Just watching you fall apart would be enough for me.” He continues his casual tone while ensuring he is being quiet enough to prevent being overheard.
Alex stares at Henry, already a little breathless, “why don’t we just skip this and head home?” He suggests eagerly.
“Don’t be desperate.” Henry instructs, switching to a commanding tone easily. “We’ve already ordered our food, and I am looking forward to my carrot cake.”
Their food arrives as if on cue. Henry smiles sweetly over his plate and picks up his fork.
Alex clamps his jaw shut and angrily pokes at his chocolate cake, eating it rather more forcefully and quickly than necessary.
“Maybe if you’re good we could try out our new toy?” Henry adds offhandedly between bites, and Alex nearly chokes on his coffee. He’s already so worked up just from Henry’s words and now his mind is picturing their new dildo. He isn’t sure how Henry plans to use it.
“I was thinking I could use it on you” Henry asks, as if reading Alex’s mind. “Or watch as you use it on yourself.”
“Oh” Alex doesn’t know what to say to that. He never thought he’d like being watched, but the idea of Henry sat back getting pleasure from just watching him sends a shiver down his spine. Henry notices this and smirks into his coffee. Definitely something they’ll have to try then.
Alex quickly finishes his coffee and cake while Henry is still only half way, he is taking his time and is enjoying both his food and watching Alex squirm.
Good things come to those who wait, Alex reminds himself, and by the look in Henry’s eye it’s going to be very good.
“Apparently they think I had been ‘forced to be there’ and you were intentionally taking your time,” Alex continues to paraphrase the article.
“Again, they aren’t exactly wrong” Henry’s smugness is radiating off him.
“No, you were being intentionally slow while you ate,” Alex reminds Henry, trying to sound resentful.
“I was particularly enjoying the cake.” Henry comments absentmindedly as he traces patterns in Alex’s skin.
“There’s another picture, it’s of me leaving ahead of you, they say I was ‘clearly in a rush to leave the environment’”
“Hmm,” Henry agrees. “You were rather eager to get out of there.”
“I practically ran, you had to remind me to slow down so I didn’t, wait what did you say? ‘fall and damage my beautiful face’”
Henry rolls his eyes, “I simply told you to slow down.”
“But you're right, it would be such a shame for you to ruin this face” Henry continues, dragging his fingers along Alex’s cheekbones.
Alex meets Henry’s heated gaze just as they had over the table before leaving that day.
Alex stares into Harry's eyes, “done?” he questions impatiently.
Henry places his fork down gently. “Done,” he agrees and Alex is practically leaping from his chair and out the door before Henry can reach it.
“Slow down love.” Henry suggests as he gets through the door.
Alex waits for Henry and tries to match his agonisingly slow pace, but his skin is buzzing and he’s already half hard.
Henry takes his hand and pulls them close together. “You’re being needy and desperate.” Henry laces his fingers with Alex’s.
“I am.” Alex confirms, but is aware that begging isn’t going to get him anywhere today. He smiles softly and keeps to Henry’s pace.
As soon as they get through their front door Alex finds himself pressed against it, Henry’s hips pining him in place.
“Do you think you have been good?” Henry questions, only just holding his lips from Alex’s.
“Yes” Alex breathes against Henry’s lips.
“I think you’ve been impatient.” Henry says, sliding his thigh between Alex’s.
“Desperate,” Alex confirms with a whine.
Henry grins, “you know I can’t resist you like this.” Henry admits before pressing his lips against his boyfriends. He feels Alex’s fingers clench at the shirt around his biceps and digs his own fingers into Alex’s hips. Alex shifts his hips, grinding shamelessly against Henry’s thigh.
“Baby,” he whines against Henry’s lips.
“What?” Henry questions, feeling Alex’s lips move across his jaw and down his throat as he speaks. “Isn’t this enough for you?” He tries to sound harsh but Alex is sucking a bruise into the column of his throat and it’s making speech very hard.
“Baby,” Alex repeats.
Henry pulls his head back suddenly. “What Alex? If you want more then you’re going to have to ask for it.” Henry stares Alex down, his thigh still firmly pressed between Alex’s and fingers digging into his hips.
“Baby,” Alex sighs, “please.”
“‘Please what?” Henry refuses to relent.
“Please, anything, baby, just please” Alex whines.
Henry presses his thigh firmer against Alex’s hard, clothed cock, “if you can’t ask then this is all you’ll get.” Henry takes a deep breath trying to ignore his own achingly hard cock. “Now take it,” he instructs.
Alex lets out a needy whine and grinds down against Henry’s thigh. He’s so turned on but it’s not enough.
“Hen, baby, I need more,” Alex begs, “please, your hand, anything, just something.”
Henry smirks and presses his lips back against Alex’s, hungrily kissing him as he slides his hand along Alex’s waistband and undoes the fastening. Henry presses his hand into Alex’s pants and wraps it around Alex’s cock. It doesn’t take many strokes before Alex is coming all over Henry’s fist and the inside of his pants.
Alex thuds his head back against the door, grinning lazily.
Henry takes this opportunity to press gentle kisses to his throat and feel his breath even out.
“Was that a good enough break?” Henry asks smugly.
“Not yet.” Alex replies sincerely, dropping to his knees.
“Oh” Henry exclaims, watching Alex open his jeans and drag them down his thighs.
‘Sloppy enthusiasm’ might be the best way to describe his efforts as he is still orgasm hazy and just plain desperate to get Henry off as soon as possible.
It does seem to be working for Henry though, and with one look up from Alex through his lashes Henry is moaning his name and coming down his throat.
Alex sits back on his heels looking up at his boyfriend coming down from his high, with a pleased smile across his face.
“That wasn’t exactly how I planned to use your break, but-”
“But nothing.” Alex says, getting to his feet. “It was exactly what I needed.” He leans up to press a soft kiss to Henry’s lips, “and now I need to put on some fresh pants and get back to my studies.”
Henry just nods, pleased with himself for being able to get Alex away from his books.
“Thanks baby.” Alex says sincerely.
Henry indulges Alex in another long kiss before allowing him to get back to his books.
“We never did get round to using that toy did we,” Henry points out.
“Yes, well, like you said, ‘eager.’” Alex feels hot under Henry’s gaze. He almost looks hungry.
Henry trails his hand up Alex’s thigh, skimming lightly over Alex’s growing cock. “Why don’t you go upstairs, strip off and wait on the bed for me.” Henry suggests.
Alex is stripped and kneeling patiently on the bed by the time Henry gets upstairs. He rakes his eyes over his boyfriend, taking note of his half hard cock. Henry opens the ottoman at the end of their bed that contains their toys, pulls out the newest addition to their collection and a bottle of lube.
Alex isn’t sure where Henry managed to get a dildo that is identical to his cock, but looking at it in his hand right now, he doesn’t care.
Henry throws the bottle of lube towards Alex, “stretch yourself.” He instructs clearly.
Alex just nods as he scrambles to pick up the bottle and coat his fingers. He leans forward on his knees, bracing one hand in front of him on the bed and reaching the other behind him.
Henry wanders round the room, watching Alex closely. He sees Alex’s head drop forward as he adds a second finger.
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
Alex just looks up at Henry and nods weakly in agreement.
“Then you’re go ing to fuck yourself on this, and I’m going to watch.”
Alex lets out an excited pant and continues to stretch himself.
“Ready” Alex says on an outward breath.
Henry gives Alex an almost predatory smile as he steps towards the bed. “Don’t come until I say so.”
“Yes.” Alex agrees and reaches out for the toy.
Henry hands it to him and takes a seat on the corner of the room, perfectly situated to watch Alex’s movements clearly.
Alex takes the toy and coats it with lube.
“Slowly,” Henry instructs.
Alex nods and very slowly, presses it into himself; moaning softly as it enters him. Once it is fully inside him he lets out a shuddery breath.
Alex looks to Henry for permission to continue and is blessed with the vision of Henry undoing his pants just enough to free is already erect cock. He makes eye contact with Alex as he begins to slowly stroke himself.
“Go on.” Henry encourages, and it’s all the permission Alex needs to start needily pushing back against the toy in his hand and fucking himself in earnest.
They haven’t done this before, but Alex finds he rather enjoys having Henry watch. Performing for Henry and seeing how much he is enjoying it is just exhilarating.
Alex drops forward onto his elbow, feeling the ache in his arms and thighs. But he keeps going, working his hips and hand in tandem to fuck himself. He’s close, but he has to keep going, waiting until Henry says he can.
“Hen, baby, I’m close.” Alex pants, “please.”
Henry drags his eyes from Alex’s ass to meet his pleading eyes, “Just from this?”
“Yes,” Alex nods, surprised with himself; but knowing that, right now, he could come untouched.
Henry lets out a whine and nods, “okay love, you can come for me.” He allows, still fisting at his own cock. With a twist of his wrist and slight tug he is coming, managing to keep his eyes open long enough to watch Alex fall apart.
Alex chants Henry’s name and fucks himself through his orgasm.
Once he becomes over sensitive, he slowly drags the toy out of himself and drops to the bed in the puddle of his own creation.
“That was…” he pants, “just, yeah.”
“You make quite the show.” Henry blushes.
Alex just grins lazily in response. He needs a shower, but his spine needs to be less liquid in feeling before that can happen.
Henry gets to his feet and steps towards the bed, watching Alex’s breathing even out.
“Let’s go shower.” Henry offers Alex a hand and Alex lets himself be pulled to his feet.
“Who knew it could be that good without you even touching me?” Alex questions seriously.
“Well, I did.” Henry points out, smugly.
Alex just rolls his eyes and follows Henry into the bathroom.
Henry turns the shower on and starts to strip himself. Before stepping in he turns to Alex and takes his face in his hands.
“Thank you love.” Henry says sincerely, leaning in for a kiss.
“What for?” Alex frowns at him.
For indulging my fantasy,” Henry smiles softly, “and for not allowing me to let those articles get to me.”
“Anytime baby.”