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In hindsight, Alex should probably have known that letting Henry borrow his clothes for the weekend would absolutely wreck him. But Henry had fretted about his wardrobe being too formal for a casual visit to the lake house, and Alex has developed somewhat of a Pavlovian response to the way Henry’s brows furrow and his mouth pinches when he’s anxious. Once the words “You can just wear my stuff, no worries,” were out there, there’d been no stuffing them back into his mouth.
Here’s the thing Alex should’ve taken into consideration: Henry would look hot dressed in a garbage bag. So the morning after their lake house arrival, when Henry steps out of the shower and into a pair of Alex’s swim trunks and Alex’s Arrels Barcelona shirt, Alex takes one look at him and drops his phone.
“Shit – ” Alex hisses, fumbling for the iPhone and barely catching it before it hits the floor. He sets it on the bedside table and gives it a little pat-pat to ensure it’s not going to fling itself off spontaneously, then leans against the door frame to properly check Henry out.
Henry, who’s just fastening the last of the buttons, turns to give him a quizzical, fond look. “What is it?” he asks.
Alex’s gaze trails down Henry’s frame, from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, his perfect, peachy ass and strong thighs, all encased in Alex’s clothes. And yeah, okay, that’s hotter than he’d expected it to be. He isn’t usually the possessive type, but this feels like Henry’s let him mark his territory, and Alex’s dick is totally on board with that as a concept. He pushes off the door frame, kicking the door shut behind him. “You look – ”
“Silly, I know,” Henry says, ducking his head. “It’s less fitted than the shirts I usually wear, and – ”
“Like you’re mine,” Alex says, his voice a rumble that he’s never heard come out of his own mouth. From the startled, flushed expression on Henry’s face, it’s a new one for him, too. “Jesus, Henry, I could just…”
Henry’s hands drift from the buttons, trailing down his chest as he gulps and watches Alex approach. “You could what?” he asks.
Alex steps in so they’re toe to toe, breathing in the smell of soap and deodorant and clean skin and Henry. “Eat you up.”
“Ohgod,” Henry breathes, and when Alex’s hands slip up and under the borrowed shirt, Henry’s breath hitches as it fans across Alex’s cheek.
Alex’s lips are on his before Henry can take his next breath. The kiss is hot and insistent, a hungry onslaught of lips and teeth and tongue as Alex walks Henry backward until his back is against a nearby wall. He hikes one of Henry’s legs up and over his hip, then the other, pressing his left hand to the wall and grinding up against Henry’s ass when Henry’s ankles cross behind him. Then Henry’s hands are in his hair, and his rapidly plumping dick is pressed against Alex’s belly, and Alex bites at his jaw and throat while he reaches between them with his right hand, fumbling open the buttons that Henry’s just finished fastening, then the buttons of his own shirt.
Henry moans loudly when Alex presses in closer, and Alex belatedly covers that moan with his mouth, muffling the sounds of Henry’s arousal with another heated kiss. His hand skates up Henry’s side beneath the open shirt, and he stretches his digits wide, laying his fingers over Henry’s ribs while his thumb grazes a stiffening nipple. They’re both fully hard, now, and Alex’s dick kicks in his swim trunks as he pulls back, and then ruts back up against Henry again.
“Alex, fuck – ” Henry groans, his fingers tightening in Alex’s hair. “Bed – ”
“I like you here,” Alex mutters against Henry’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip. His thumb flicks Henry’s nipple again, and his thighs flex as he shoves Henry harder against the wall, slowly grinding into him. When Henry’s hand tugs insistently on Alex’s curls, he groans and breaks the kiss, letting Henry pull his head back.
Henry’s panting, his pupils dilated, his lips red and kiss-swollen, and he swallows, then says again, “Bed. Alex, the lube and condoms are over there.”
“Fuck,” Alex mutters, licking his lips and tilting his head, angling toward Henry’s mouth, but Henry’s hand in his hair stops him. Instead, Alex wraps his arms around the small of Henry’s back, pulls away from the wall, and heads for the bed with Henry secure in his arms, Henry’s thighs squeezing his hips tight, Henry’s arms around his shoulders. Surrounded by Henry – it’s one of Alex’s favorite places, he muses as he places a knee on the mattress and lowers Henry to his back.
Alex strips off his shirt, then his shorts, then tugs down Henry’s borrowed swim trunks, licking his lips when Henry’s dick springs free. Henry sits up and begins to shrug out of the borrowed shirt, but Alex puts a hand on his chest. “Leave it on,” he says, pushing Henry back down.
The fingers of Henry’s left hand play with the buttons of the shirt as his right hand slides down his belly and over his cock, giving himself a slow tug as Alex reaches for the nightstand. Alex’s fingers close around the lube bottle and the travel pack of Durex Real Feels, and then he’s levering himself up over Henry, gazing down at him, possessiveness and want and something he’s not ready to define all settling in a tangled, heated knot low in his belly.
Henry smiles up at him and the knot untangles.
Alex falls into him, cradled by Henry’s thighs, his forearms bracketing Henry’s head. His fingers play with the soft strands of Henry’s hair as he licks into Henry’s mouth, memorizing the ridgeline of his teeth, the generous curve of his lips, the faint minty taste of his tongue, and he rolls his hips against Henry’s, aligning their cocks in a sinuous rhythm that leaves them both gasping into the kiss.
Alex kisses his way down Henry’s chest, pausing to nibble at his collarbones, his nipples, to dip his tongue into Henry’s belly button, to bite at the swath of smooth skin between the hair on Henry’s belly and on his pubic mound.
Henry’s cock nudges against Alex’s chin as he lays kiss after kiss against Henry’s pubic hairline, and then he nuzzles down into the crevasse between Henry’s strong thigh and his pelvis, before finally licking a broad stripe up Henry’s hard shaft. He gathers the bead of precum that’s just started to roll down from the tip, and then Alex tongues at the foreskin the way Henry likes, and Henry’s fingers once again weave into his hair as he moans and arches up against Alex’s mouth.
Snicking open the bottle of lube, Alex squeezes some on the fingers of his right hand, then replaces the lid. He rubs his fingers together for a moment, and then he gently sucks the head of Henry’s cock into his mouth and shoulders his thighs further apart so he can rub at his hole with slick fingertips.
“Ah – ” Henry keens from further up the bed, his cock twitching between Alex’s lips. Alex bobs his head slowly, licking up another drop of precum as it beads at Henry’s glans, then pulls off to kiss and carefully suck at Henry’s sensitive foreskin while he pushes the first finger inside.
Henry’s soft inside, and warm, and still a little pliant from the night before. He opens up for Alex as sweetly as always, taking his fingers with ease, letting Alex know with his words and his body just where and how he wants to be touched. As Alex twists his wrist and finds Henry’s prostate, Henry whines low in his throat and releases a more substantial dribble of precum, which Alex greedily laps up.
The room is filled with the soft, slick sound of Alex’s fingers inside Henry, the wet, sucking kisses Alex is leaving along Henry’s shaft, and Henry’s increasingly desperate moans of “Please – ” and “Alex – ” and “Fuck me – ” until Alex grabs the lube again, adding just a bit more to Henry’s needy hole, and then crawls back up the bed.
He grasps the box of condoms and pulls it open, tugging free the first condom in a strip of three. He makes quick work of tearing the packet open and rolling down the polyisoprene sheath, and then he kneels over Henry, leaning down to claim his mouth again while he pumps his cock in his fist once, twice, then holds it by the base and guides it home.
Alex rubs the head of his sheathed dick against Henry’s open, slick hole, smiling against Henry’s mouth when Henry shudders and whines at the feeling. He lifts his head just long enough to see Henry’s little nod of consent, a gesture that has become an integral part of their intimacy over the last few months, and then he presses the tip of his thumb against his glans to get the angle right and leans forward until the head of his dick tunnels inside Henry where it belongs.
Henry’s mouth falls open on a soft moan, and Alex kisses his lower lip, plush and red in the mid-morning light that’s filtering through the blinds of the bedroom. His right hand glides down over Henry’s shirt-clad shoulder, then his forearm, finding his wrist and tugging it upward to pin against the bed, and then he twists his hips and sinks further inside. His face drops to the juncture of Henry’s neck and shoulder, lips feathering kisses against the soft skin there, the kisses growing fiercer as he moves across to Henry’s clavicle, where the shirt is draped.
His shirt. His Henry. Something primal’s been unleashed here, and Alex embraces it, his hips rolling against Henry’s ass, his cock driving in and tearing a sharper cry from Henry. “Okay?” Alex mutters against Henry’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” Henry breathes, his fingers skittering over Alex’s shoulders. “Fuck me, please – ”
And shit, since he asked so nicely…
Alex grinds down against him again, then plants his knees and finds Henry’s hip with his left hand. On the next stroke in, his hips slap against Henry’s ass and he grunts, setting a steady rhythm that feels possessive and claiming and makes Henry’s thighs tremble where they’re wrapped around his lower back. His right hand loosens its grip on Henry’s wrist, curving over his forearm instead, rubbing against the soft, soft skin there as he continues to grind into him.
Henry’s mouth is pliant against his as he surges in for another kiss, licking over Henry’s tongue, sucking lightly at his upper lip as he worries his tongue against Henry’s cupid’s bow, and when they part, Henry mutters, “Faster…”
Alex complies, his grip on Henry’s hip tightening as he readjusts his knees and increases the tempo of his thrusts, burying his face in the viscose fabric of Henry’s borrowed shirt and reveling in the punched-out, throaty groans issuing forth from between Henry’s lips with each thrust. He spreads his knees just slightly so he can angle up and in, tagging Henry’s prostate, and Henry’s cock rubs against his belly, leaking and hot and hard. Alex grazes his lips up Henry’s throat to his jaw, then kisses over to his ear to whisper, heatedly, “Touch yourself.”
Whining against the side of Alex’s head, Henry snakes his free hand down in between them, gathering up his dick. Alex knows that Henry prefers to jerk off with long, slow strokes that prolong his inevitable climax, but right now his hand moves quickly and purposefully as he spirals toward his peak, making the throaty little moans that always let Alex know he’s close.
The thought alone of the way Henry will clench and flutter around him when he comes is enough to drive Alex closer to the edge, but he grits his teeth, flexes his quads, and wills himself not to come until Henry does. When Henry’s dick jerks in his hand and paints their bellies with his cum, Alex lets go, fucking in hard a few more times, then bites down on Henry’s shoulder through the shirt and shudders against him as he comes so hard he sees spots behind his eyes.
Henry’s fingertips tap out a waltz on the invisible keyboard of his upper back as Alex regains his senses, and he raises his head, nuzzling his nose against Henry’s, feathering light kisses over his brow, his cheeks, his jaw, and his lips, trying to express that undefined feeling that lingers even after the primal lust has dissipated. He takes hold of the condom, easing back and out of Henry, then removes it and ties it off, tossing it in the nearby wastebasket. He eyes Henry, then the bathroom door, then Henry again, a grin spreading on his lips.
“What are you – ” Henry asks, cutting off with a yelp as Alex scoops him up in his arms and hauls him into the bathroom. He cleans them both with a soft washcloth, then gives Henry a wink and buttons the borrowed shirt back up.
“So,” Alex drawls as he leads Henry back into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes and Henry’s shorts. “I maybe have a stronger opinion about you wearing my stuff than I thought I did.”
“Remind me to borrow your clothing more often, then,” Henry replies with a grin, “if that’s your response.” He steps back into the swim trunks and tugs them up his thighs. “Think they’ll notice we’re late for the volleyball match?”
“Do we care?” Alex returns, pulling on his own trunks.
“No, I don’t think we do,” Henry says.
Shrugging into his shirt but leaving it unbuttoned, Alex tugs Henry in for a lingering kiss. “Right answer,” he says.