#alex needed to get his hands in henry's hair so much more like in the book bc he was OBSESSED

[yrsonpurpose]

He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football. bonus ±

[ninzied]

pieces

they fight. brownstone era. for @dreamsinthewitchouse. ~1k.

It starts out so small that Henry hardly realizes what it’s become until it’s too late. He doesn’t mean to sigh when Alex gets home and sets his things down at the table, next to the dinner Henry’s spent hours making only to then watch grow cold. But then Alex’s apology—which Henry is certain he means but rather wishes hadn’t been needed to start with—feels just sharp enough that Henry is hurt by it, and the hurt comes out all wrong.

It comes out angry, and maybe a little bit selfish, and Alex is stretched thin as it is, Henry knows this, yet once he’s made it about himself it’s like a disease and he can’t seem to stop it from spreading.

And then he hears Alex say that he can take the couch, and Henry goes so still it’s as if Alex just dealt him a physical blow. They’re fighting, he realizes. It’s one dinner, which Alex hadn’t even known he was missing, and now it’s come to them sleeping apart because Henry’s little feelings got wounded?

“No,” says Henry. “Absolutely not.”

Alex rubs tiredly at his eyes. “Are we really going to fight about this, too?”

“No,” says Henry hotly, “because this part is not up for discussion. You’re the one with exams tomorrow, so I’ll be taking the couch tonight, thanks.”

“Hen,” Alex starts, but Henry walks past him into the kitchen. He’s hanging on by a death grip to his very last shred of dignity when all he wants to do is let go.

.

His cloudy mood dissipates halfway through doing the dishes. Still, it takes with it more than just anger, draining him totally, leaving him not so much clear-headed as feeling like he’s all hollowed out.

Henry knows he’ll get no sleep tonight.

It’s not the couch itself, of course; it’s that even after all this time, sleep still doesn’t come easily without Alex there beside him. It’s David worrying at Henry’s feet, making distressed little snuffling sounds. It’s that no matter how small the fight, or how infrequently they do it, each time it never fails to awaken in Henry all the old fears that Alex will leave him. That Alex will finally decide he’s had enough of—well, all of this. All of Henry.

He tries not to think it too often. It’s not fair to Alex, and to the beautiful life that they’ve built together, but when 3AM comes and the semi-delirium of no sleep sets in, those fears are harder to write off as not real.

He wants nothing more than to go to Alex. To hold him and tell him how sorry he is, that he’s asked for more than he has any right to. That loving someone like Henry is neither simple nor easy, he knows, and he wants to be better, he will be better, for Alex. But that would be letting his fears speak for him, saying he’s less than, that the broken things in him are simply not meant to be loved.

Henry can do better than that. Alex would never stand for such talk, and perhaps more importantly, Henry will not stand for it either.

He tosses and turns, and lets the fears have their moment, looming large there in the dark. And then he gathers a blanket around his shoulders and heads up the stairs.

.

The light is still on in their bedroom. Henry can hear the flip of a page, the faint scratch of a pen from behind the door. He closes his eyes and pictures Alex at their desk, a hand through his hair, his forehead creased in concentration. Henry’s soothed by the routine of it, the familiar touches of a life with a person he knows so well and loves more than it should be possible to love another person but isn’t.

And he owes it to Alex, to let Alex love him back the same way.

Henry tucks himself in right there in the hallway, content just to know that Alex is there, and to not demand anything more of him than that. The fears retreat to their shadows once more, back to a smaller haunting—always there, a part of Henry, but a part that he knows Alex loves, just as fiercely as the rest of him, always.

.

He’s not certain how long he’s dozed for, but the next thing he knows is the feel of Alex’s lips on his brow. The soft way he murmurs, “Baby. Scoot over. David, you too. How long have you been here? Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“Mm.” Henry cracks a bleary eye open as Alex drapes something heavy around them. His arms encircle Henry next, and it’s hard to think of a reason to move now that it feels like they’re both where they should be. David noses his way beneath the covers, shifting down to curl at their feet. “Love, are these our bed linens?”

“Yeah,” says Alex, nuzzling into Henry’s neck. That one simple touch is enough to make Henry’s entire chest ache with relief. “Was going to sneak onto the couch next to you. This works too though. Fuck, I missed you.”

“We shouldn’t stay on the floor,” Henry tells him, burrowing closer, breathing him in. His words are half-muffled against Alex’s chest. “You need rest, in an actual bed. You’ve worked hard and you deserve the world to show for it.”

“Don’t need any of that,” says Alex. “Just you. I will fight you on that part,” he adds when Henry opens his mouth. “I’m so pissed at myself that you thought for even a second any of those things could matter to me more than this.”

“No, I’ve been selfish,” frowns Henry. “I’ve been too focused on what I want, and what makes me happy, and—”

“Good,” says Alex. “It’s about fucking time.”

And then he leans in and kisses Henry like it’s everything Alex wants too, Henry defending himself, Henry fighting for what he wants and deserves. Henry, knowing he’s loved, and loved, for all that he is and never for a single thing less than that.

[roseharpermaxwell]

RWRB FirstPrince Smut Favorite Recs

I thought about sorting these further, but there's so much overlap. Click below for a compilation of favorites! Among other things, you'll find some praise, glasses, lingerie, competency, piercings, somnophilia...maybe a cheeky threesome or two.

Meet Me In The Middle by @clottedcreamfudge. M, 1k. Henry is sitting at the table, scribbling something in a familiar notebook with one hand, while he does a Rubik's Cube with the other.

He's. Doing a Rubik's Cube. With one hand. He's not even looking at it. Alex isn't prepared for this. He thinks he might have dropped his jacket, but he can't say for sure, because he can't feel his fucking hands.

As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine. by barthelme. E, 1k. Henry has a history of falling into what Alex affectionately calls a ‘dick coma’ when he’s getting fucked just right. His eyes roll back and his eyes close and his pleads for Alex to fuck him harder, right there, yes, etc. turn into guttural moans and maybe,maybe, once or twice he has drooled. Not a lot, but enough for Alex to give him shit about it and whatever, it’s not a big deal.

second finger to the right, and straight on til morning by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries. E, 1.2k. "Sweetheart, where's my prostate?"

or, 1286 words of irredeemable porn wherein Henry makes Alex come really hard. Twice.

Temperature's Up, 'Bout to Erupt by @sparklepocalypse. E, 1.2k. Alex’s senses spark with the taste of Henry’s tongue, the smell of leather and sweat, and the feeling of their bodies pressed together from knee to chest. Through Henry’s shirt, the small of his back is a hot, shuddering plane beneath Alex’s palm, and Alex wants.

Volume Control by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 1.5k. Prompt Fulfillment: I need someone to write a FirstPrince fic where Henry overhears Alex saying "Henry is so annoying I can't stand him" so Henry says "kneel then" and it short circuits Alex's brain.

Modification to the map of you by colorfulmoniker. E, 1.6k. Henry comes back from a month-long trip with his ear pierced, and Alex has no idea.

only bought these shorts so you can take them off by buttercupblues. E, 1.6k. alex accidentally buys a pair of short shorts, but when he discovers he likes them, he buys more. henry's brain short circuits.

this night just can't end by ironwords. E, 1.6k. Henry, beautiful, wonderful Henry, instantly pulls Alex off his dick—by his hair, a move Alex finds just as arousing as whatever the fuck just happened—breathing out an apology before asking if he’s alright.

Alex takes stock of himself. His jaw kind of hurts, but that’s not anything out of the ordinary, and he’s panting, mouth full of drool he has to take a second to swallow, and– Oh. His underwear is sticky. His underwear is sticky. Hesitantly, he rolls his hips against the mattress and immediately hisses and stops as the sensitivity hits.

Did he just–

“Did you just come in your pants?” Henry asks.

kiss it better by lem0nademouth. E, 1.7k. Alex had a long day. Henry is fine with making it a long night.

has been rough (kinky!) by @lem0nademouth. E, 1.8k. Henry tries lingerie. Alex has...feelings.

the one in which everything is the same, but Alex has piercings and Henry has no idea by Poutini. E, 2k. Henry's brain goes momentarily offline when he clocks it - the hard, round metal of a barbell, positioned horizontally, piercing Alex’s tongue. He lets his tongue trace around each end, and he can feel the curve of Alex’s smile as he realizes what Henry has just discovered.

“Find something interesting, sweetheart?” he murmurs against Henry’s lips when they finally pull apart for air.

Give Me Your Confession by Mags (sparklepocalypse). E, 2k. He stares at the photo and makes an incoherent sound. He blinks. Blinks again. But the photo is still there, and in it, Henry, love of his life, man of his dreams, his heart’s greatest desire…

Henry is wearing a confident sneer and leather. Fucking. Pants.

in control of what i do (and i love the way you move) by countingto15. E, 2.2k. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” Henry says, one hand creeping down Alex’s side. “Dancing up against me.”

“That’s just how I move, corazón.” Henry’s hand reaches Alex’s hip, and Alex narrows his eyes mischievously. “It’s not all about you.”

Henry’s fingers tighten around Alex’s hip. “Don’t test me,” he whispers.

Biting his lip, Alex curls a strand of Henry’s hair around his finger.

“Hmm. Testing you’s kind of fun, though.”

warm from the inside out by @cricketnationrise. E, 2.2k. “Can I pull you away from what I’m sure is fascinating research for a bit of a break?”

“Mmm, depends on what kind of break,” Alex teases. “Tax law is pretty captivating.”

“I was thinking,” Henry begins slowly, smudging kisses from Alex’s shoulder and up his neck, “that the break could go something like this.”

Trick Rider by @orchidscript. T, 2.5k. Alex stepped up into Henry’s side, pressed the center of his hips to the rise of Henry’s denim-clad thigh. His light fingers trailed along the small of Henry’s back, chin perched on his shoulder as he watched the dance floor. “C’mon, baby. That could be us.”

“Love,” Henry whispered as he pressed back against his boyfriend. He wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist as he swiveled his hips, adding pressure. “That is us.”

a demonstrable fact, or Alex makes an assumption and Henry makes it all better by Poutini. E, 2.6k. Alex’s view becomes jumbled as Henry keeps his phone in one hand and leans far over, reaching to open his nightside table drawer. There’s a flash of David, curled up at the foot of the bed, a glimpse of a stack of books next to a lamp, fuzzy socks in the open drawer and -

an open box of condoms?

Uh.

Alex feels ill.

oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets by captainegg. E, 2.8k. Henry comes home after being away for three weeks and Alex is very eager to welcome him home properly.

I love it when you call by clottedcreamfudge. E, 3k. "I'm really fucking angry that other people are looking at your collar bones," Alex admits. "Tween girls and very confused boys everywhere are looking at them and swooning over them, and I'm annoyed about it." Henry's quiet again for a moment, and when he speaks his tone is low and private; it's his bedroom voice, the absolute fucker, and Alex is weak all over again.

"Alex, have you been swooning over my collar bones?" If by 'swooning', Henry means 'getting well on the way to a raging hard-on', the answer is 'absolutely,’ but Alex would rather swallow his own tongue than admit that.

a quick study by @whimsymanaged. E, 3k. Alex is new to bisexuality, and he turns to a friend for some guidance.

attention by @jackwolfes. E, 3.1k. “Hello, darling,” he replied, “Making friends?”

“Always,” he said, “Pedro’s nice.”

“And touchy.”

“Jealous?” 

Study Buddies by Jaistiel. E, 3.3k. "Take my cock in your mouth, Alex." The words were said breathlessly, as if Henry had never desired to say anything more and wasn't quite sure he was allowed. "But don't suck. Don't lick. Don't swallow. Just hold me on your tongue until I tell you otherwise."

You'll be Glowing, Chasing Shadows Away by Mags (sparklepocalypse). E, 3.3k. In the weeks leading up to Alex’s eighteenth birthday, he spends hours meticulously crafting a list of things that adults are legally permitted to do, and minors are not. It takes nearly twice as long to decide which items to sidebar, so he can narrow the list down to a manageable number. Finally, he’s left with four: 1. register to vote; 2. buy a lottery ticket; 3. get a tattoo; 4. go to the adult novelty shop.

(Or, five times Alex tries something he's seen on the internet, and one time he involves Henry.)

Rabbit Hole by TuppingLiberty. E, 3.6k. Some sort of non-famous au, don't worry, there's not really a plot.

Alex has been going down a research rabbit hole for hours and Henry comes to rescue him.

thank you for your service by Anonymous. E. 3.7k. “Yeah,” Alex said, “Yes-”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” he gasped, and Henry smiled, slow and laced with honey.

Alex has energy to burn. Henry knows how to help. Alex accepts it like a good boy should.

and i'll lay right down in my favorite place by mangotarts. E, 3.9k. “Speaking of your boyfriend, all you mentioned was that Alex was watching some show then made some off-hand comment but it wasn’t so off-hand if it’s what landed us here, was it?”

Henry clears his throat. “Um, yes, that’s right. He’s been obsessed with this one television series that’s set in seventeenth-century England. I watched a few episodes with him the other night and I will admit, the plot is rather captivating.” Henry glances at Bea and sees that he has all of her attention. He continues, nerves starting to settle into his body when he recalls what Alex said. “We were both immersed in an episode when he suddenly blurted out how good I’d look in the attire of that era.”

in which henry takes alex's supposed off-hand comment into consideration and alex is. well, alex is unprepared for the repercussions of his words.

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game by @affectionatelyrs. E, 4k. Alex thinks he understands why people get stupid, impulsive tattoos like their ex’s name now if the sudden urge to etch the word darling onto his hip in permanent ink is anything to go by.

So, yeah, Alex supposes. Henry may still be maddening, but his mouth? His voice? Maybe it was always hot, actually, and the irritation he previously felt was just thinly veiled complete and utter attraction. That would check out. Hate has always been a multifaceted word, after all.

Or, Alex decides that he wants to fuck the British out of Henry while watching him speak at a gala

Body Count Baby! by orestespdf. E, 4.2k. “Okay,” Henry says eventually. “What do you want to know?”

Alex raises an eyebrow. A small smile plays on his lips. “Can I ask you anything?”

“Within reason, you hellion.”

Alex flops back down and grins, a new vigor running through him. He rubs his hands together, clearly thinking hard. When he finally looks back at Henry, his smile has turned mischievous. “Am I the best you’ve ever had? Like, has anyone been better than me?”

Henry and Alex talk about how many people they've been with.

that look in your blue eyes, it makes me lose my mind. by seafloor. E, 4.2k. Alex Claremont-Diaz, on discovering the wonder that is Henry Fox’s mouth. And what the man wants to do with it.

// an ode to Henry’s beautiful lips, basically.

Dirty Looks by clottedcreamfudge. E, 4.3k. "You… Alex. You're wearing glasses."

"That Oxford education hasn't failed you yet, Hen," Alex drawls, marking his place and closing the book so he can slide it onto the desk. He then has no choice but to look up from his chair, and what he sees when he does is -

Well. It's something.

Henry sees Alex in his glasses. He apparently has a few feelings about them.

Wrap Me Up, Unfold Me by @sparklepocalypse. E, 4.3k. After the Kensington confrontation, Henry gets on the plane with Alex.

(Or, Henry and Alex join the Mile High Club in filthy, spectacular fashion.)

sometimes we break so beautiful by Anonymous. E, 4.4k. It’s his own damn fault; Alex knows this.

It’s his fault for having everyone over for a small birthday party only to spend the evening whispering filthy things to Henry when no one was looking. (And when they were looking, because it’s his goddamn birthday and he can be as inappropriate with his boyfriend as he fucking wants to be.) It’s his fault for pushing Henry, for bratting off with antagonistic words like ‘what are you going to do about it—give me birthday spankings?’ and ‘do you actually think you could put me in my place? Because I’d like to see you try.’ It’s his fault for taunting Henry by suggestively licking the birthday candles, for doing anything he could possibly do to bring attention to his mouth, to his ass, to his fingers.

It's his fault that he’s now on their bed, lying on top of Henry, arms stretched out in front of him on either side of Henry's head and wrists tied to the headboard.

Talk About A Puppet Monarchy by largepeachicedtea. E, 4.5k. Alex has a proposition. Henry is all too happy to take it like a champ.

it's you (it's always been you) by @coffeecatsme. E, 4.7k. “You mean to tell me you named your vibrator after another man because you thought the pun would be funny?”

Alex names his vibrator after Han Solo and Henry gets jealous.

I just wanna tell you that you're really pretty (boy) by Anonymous. E, 4.8k. “I can’t believe you just called me weatherboy, oh my god-”

“And what would you prefer I called you?”

“Alex, ideally,” he muttered, and Henry laughed.

Henry discovers a new way to get under Alex’s skin, in the best possible way.

you paint dreamscapes on the wall by @littlemisskittentoes. E, 5.1k. “Fuck, H. What are you? A damn vampire?”

And Henry loved this too. The way the fire in Alex never quite went out, just smoldered down to embers. He didn’t think he’d ever quite get used to Alex’s wit, his sheer audacity to taunt and pick at him. But Henry was sure he never wanted to, anyway. He loved that that audacity snuck through the cracks of following orders, and waiting in positions. In between the begging, and Alex only ever finishing with permission dripping from Henry’s lips, it was still there. And Christ, if it wasn’t the single-most precious thing Henry had been gifted the honor of experiencing.

or, Alex is in his own head too much of the time. But Henry can always bring him back.

it doesn't make sense, but still by @smc-27. E, 5.2k. He’s not going to say that his desire to sleep with men exclusively in an anonymous capacity is because no man he’s ever slept with has lived up to the feeling he had with this one.

handprints & good grips. by seafloor. E, 5.7k. Henry and Alex have some fun on the way to a party.

a prince and a president by citydreaming. E, 5.8k. “Alex I’ve met your mum, lots of times in fact. You were there for most of them, remember?” Henry says, snapping Alex’s attention back to his phone.

Alex barks out a laugh at that because no, that’s not what happened at all.

“Baby that wasn’t my mom, that was the fucking President. And she met Prince Henry, not you, not my Henry.”

“Your Henry huh?”

“Yes, he has a dog with a stupid name, horrendous taste in pyjamas and the blandest collection of ties I’ve ever laid eyes on, but he’s aside from that he’s pretty fucking hot.”

OR: before the election is won, henry flies to texas to spend the week with alex.

Something New by AHistoricDistraction. E, 6.2k. After the first few times he bottoms for Henry, Alex has realized something new about himself. But before he's willing to bring it up to Henry, he needs to figure out what exactly it IS. So Alex does what he does best: research.

Gunpowder & Chocolate by Angelic_Disaster. E, 6.2k. Henry was used to spending his heats alone, he was more than content with his toys but then Alex (Alex, oh, Alex, always stupid, handsome Alex) had to come and ruin him.

Or, alternative summary: Henry is in heat, and Alex gets so horny through the phone that he gets on the first plane towards the U.K. to fuck Henry into oblivion.

Feels Like Home by @indomitable-love. E, 6.4k. 'Henry takes David out into the garden while Alex tidies up in the kitchen, putting away the dishes still on the drying rack from the morning. He’s not turned the main light on. He’s just carefully putting things away by the dim spotlight. He doesn’t need the light – it’s like muscle memory, so easy and natural he could do it blindfolded, and it’s all so domestic it makes Henry’s heart leap and turn in ways he didn’t know it could.'

making the headlines by @stardisnight, @athousandrooms, @villiageidiot. E, 6.5k. For no other reason than sheer boredom, Alex decides to set up a Google alert for the exact phrase "HRH Prince Henry." When Henry asks why, he quite literally cannot come up with a reason for the decision. He just… wants to.

Also: five times Alex overreacted to a Google alert (and one time Henry did)

it's a scene (and we're out here in plain sight) by @annnesbonny. E, 7.3k. "I don’t want us to be in the press for anything other than how good I am at polo, and how charming you look in that shirt.”

Henry just wants the Fifth Annual Okonjo Foundation Polo Match to run smoothly, but that's harder than it seems.

snakeskin. by seafloor. E, 7.3k. Henry Fox, on embracing his softness, overcoming familial abuse, and being unapologetically queer.

get fucked (or die trying) by @rmd-writes. E, 7.5k. Alex has a paper to write, but he's been procrastinating. When Henry leaves the house to give him space to actually write the damn thing – distraction free – Alex learns the true meaning of procrastination.

jump in with your heart first by @dumbpeachjuice. E, 7.5k. Pez sets it up. Some guy from work, he says. Gorgeous, too smart for his own good, a mouth that will get him into trouble.

Henry raises an eyebrow.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Pez sings, wearing a smirk, “the answer is yes.”

The Key to My Body series by Mags (sparklepocalypse). E, 8.2k. 

It started with a Red, White & Royal Blue rimming fic, that expanded to a sex marathon... that expanded to include a second rimming fic... because Henry and Alex are never going to not be completely into one another and willing to do all the things sexually.

you handle it beautifully by @hypnostheory. E, 9.7k. “And I may have an idea for the libido problem too.”

Henry sighs. “I don’t think this has risen to the level of therapy just because I can’t get hard.”

“First off, nothing has to rise to the level of therapy, there’s no threshold for misery,” Alex says, parroting the words his therapist has told him about half a million times. “But no, I wasn’t thinking about therapy.” Henry raises a brow. “I was thinking we try party drugs.”

Alex, discovering Henry is having a hard time getting out of his head enough to enjoy sex, has a clear solution: recreational drug use! While on the road to self-discovery and self-actualization, Henry surprises Alex more than once.

(3 times Henry surprised Alex + 1 time Alex shocked him right back)

five times alex and henry tried something kinky (and one time they didn't) by @omgcmere. E, 10k. Alex knew Henry loved his stupid fucking dirty talk, but if he were pressed to admit it, he loved it too, especially knowing that they were doing something they very much weren't supposed to—and that even though it wouldn't be the same scandal it once was, it would still be a fucking shock to someone's delicate sensibilities and most likely get them in a lot of trouble.

What Alex loved most was that Henry got off on this shit as much as he did, too.

OR

five times Alex and Henry tried something kinky, and one time they didn't

this type of love isn’t rational, it’s physical. by seafloor. E, 10k. Society collapsed in the early 1980s. The weather controls humanity, and the ruling class controls the people.

Amidst it all, two boys find time to meet up.

ocean waves. by seafloor. E, 10k. Henry Fox wakes up with a toothache one morning, and has a lot of feelings about certain things for days afterwards.

Wildest Dreams series by @myheartalivewrites. E, 13k. Once Alex has pulled out, Henry turns over to face him. He strokes the hair softly away from his face and Alex smiles at him.

“So… that happened again.”

Henry leans forward and kisses him on the forehead. “Indeed.”

There’s a sort of thoughtful pause, where Henry can see Alex working to pull together the right words. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you that… thirsty?”

“Oh, bugger off,” Henry says, but he’s laughing. It’s a fair description.

“No, but I mean it. You were like… urgent. It was hot.”

“It felt hot. I liked waking up like that. With you up against me, trying to have your way with me.”

Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process

Twice the speed (of you and me) by myheartalive. E, 17k. “Hey. So, you know Pez?” Alex asks bluntly. No easy way into this, he’s decided.

Henry looks up from his phone, frowning. “My best mate?”

“Yeah, that one.”

Alex has an idea.

let him be soft (let him be mine) by @congee4lunch. E, 18k. “I’m always cute,” Alex kisses the mole on Henry’s cheekbone.

“Yeah? Does your work wife tell you that?” Henry grumbles.

“I don’t have a work wife,” Alex breathes out, smiling against his mouth. “Why need one when I got the real deal waiting at home for me,” He licks at the mole on Henry’s upper lip. “All pretty and mine for the taking?”

in which henry wants to be alex's wife, in so many words. alex wants all that and more. their relationship ebbs and flows.

the only thing on my mind series by HypnosTheory. E, 31k. Piercer!Alex teaches Henry about the inner workings of BDSM in mid-90s New York.

More Amour by surveycorpsjean. E, 45k. Alex discovers something in Henry's closet that changes everything.

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs

Master List of Recommendations

[abooklover]

Lines/things in the red white and royal blue movie that make me scream and laugh hysterically (bear with me cause there’s a lot):

‘an urge I currently share’ (Ellen)

‘Making it was one of the most depressing moments of my career and I once saw Mitch McConnell eating a banana’ (Zahra)

‘You can hate prince Henry all you want but the minute you see a camera you better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin d deficiency’ (made even funnier cause of how literally this turned out) - bonus ‘what if I set myself on fire’ (Alex), ‘we’d ship the ashes to Heathrow’ (Zahra)

‘That’s perfect, you can kill me and I won’t have to go’ (Henry)

‘That’s what makes you so charming. That and your eyelashes.’ (So fucking glad they included at least a reference to this. Taylor’s lashes were working fucking overtime in this movie.)

Henry’s text with the attachment and ‘but we were ever so careful, dear’ (One of my favourite texts in the book and I’m so glad it made it into the movie)

‘Can you think of anything more wasteful’ (Alex), ‘Perhaps this conversation’ (Henry)

Henry’s weird little attempt at dancing while chugging out of a champagne bottle with on fist pumping weakly into the air (he is so me it hurts)

‘He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football’ (Alex)

‘Princes aren’t allowed to be gay, you should know that’ (Nora)

Alex trying to look cool for when Henry walks into the red room (we love an awkward boy)

Alex and Henry jumping apart to do the most unnatural things (Alex inspecting flowers like it’s his job and Henry perusing the bookshelf) like the idiots they are when Amy walks in on them making out

‘Are you still…’ (Alex) ‘Like Stonehenge’ (Henry), ‘or Big Ben’ (Alex)

‘Henry and I are much happier against walls’ (Alex)

‘Are they known for their homosexual tendencies’ (Alex)

‘And I thought Alex Gabriel Claremont Diaz was a mouthful’ (Alex), ‘He is’ (Henry) - and the fucking looks that followed it (kill me now)

‘I went to an English boarding school dear, trust me you’re in good hands’ (Henry)

‘Once, unsuccessfully’ (Henry)

‘Oh gee kid I’m sorry to interrupt your process of becoming but you’re the one who decided to put your dick into the heir to the British throne’ (Zahra), ‘Technically I’m the spare’ (Henry), ‘Not talking to you sir’ (Zahra)

‘Every time I see you it takes another year off of my life’ (Zahra)

Alex’s ‘Noooo..’ and the little laugh he does

‘If I’d had more warning I could’ve made you a PowerPoint presentation’ (Ellen) - another incredible callback to the book

Oscar Diaz’s affectionate ‘you little shit’

‘I’ve been thinking’ (Alex), ‘I seriously doubt that’ (Henry) and Alex’s mimick of it (absolute gold)

‘Or find herself at the top of the staircase with Phillip around’ (Bea, you literally had no right)

Zahra’s face when Alex starts mooning over Henry after his speech, then Zahra saying ‘oh my god, I just have to do everything round here’ and do not get me started on her whole speech to Shaan (greatest thing ever)

‘You might be lousy at keeping secrets kiddo, but I’m not’ (Zahra), ‘Zahra, I could kiss you’ (Alex), ‘Touch me and die’ (Zahra)

‘They can’t keep you locked away forever’ (Alex), ‘We really need to get you a book on English history’ (Henry)

The way Stephen Fry says ‘homosexual’

‘You still haven’t noticed my tie’ and Henry’s little smile afterward (oh how far we’ve come)

BONUS: ‘Do you think anyone noticed?’ and Henry’s exasperated sigh afterward

[myteavsricochet]

latest fanfictions read (firstprince edition):

forehead kisses.

Movie nights had become a weekly tradition for Alex and Henry.

As per usual, the movie Henry had chosen had Alex slowly dozing off next to him, his body relaxing onto the couch. He feels Henry grab the blanket and place it over him, and then-

Well, then, Henry’s fingers begin carding through his hair, and Alex doesn’t know what the fuck to do. It’s evident Henry doesn’t know he’s awake, but the touch feels… nice. Safe. Comforting in a way he didn’t realize he needed.

And then… well. And then.

Henry leans down and kisses his forehead, and his entire fucking world tips on its axis.

tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Collage, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff and Humor, Roommates, Forehead Kisses, Bisexuality, bisexual awakening, Alex is really dense, Nora is exhausted, First Kiss

when you know, you know

With shaky hands, Henry pulls out the ring from the box, looking at Alex with tearful eyes that he adores so much. Asks, "Alex, darling, will you marry me?"

Alex lets out a watery laugh, swiping an arm across his face to get rid of the rapidly falling tears. He kneels down to cup Henry's face and brushes his thumbs across his cheekbones softly.

"Baby. Don't you remember?" Alex whispers, leaning their foreheads together. "We're already married."

or,

Alex "marries" his best friend when he's six-years-old. It just takes some time for them to fall in love, but they get there.

tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, not kidding it's so fluffy, Getting Together, Feelings Realization, Pining, Mutual Pining, Jealous Alex Claremont-Diaz, Protective Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alternate Universe, Roommates, Growing Up Together, Idiots in Love

When you smile, I am overcome

Alex smiles into kisses, and Henry notices. It’s a bit of an issue.

tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, so much kissing!, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, They love each other so much!, Canon - Movie, Canon Compliant

(this fic was inspired by one of my posts 🥲🥲❤️‍🩹)

Your lips on the collar of my shirt

What happened after karaoke. Inspired by Alex’s lipstick printed shirt.

notes: this fic is referenced in when you smile, I am overcome. Please read that before or after if you want more fluff and sweet kisses.

tags: Canon - Movie, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, drunk henry

something weird happened (that might change my life)

Exactly how much wine has he had tonight? He wasn’t sure what to think or how to react, only the sudden realisation that he had to stay really still because if he moved and Henry realised what his fingers were doing, tangling like that in his curls, he might stop, and Alex was quickly becoming aware that he didn’t think he wanted that to happen.

So, he forces his eyes back to the screen and tries to focus once again on Princess Leia and Han Solo instead of on Henry Fox. It doesn’t work. He wants so badly to lean into Henry’s body, encourage his fingers to keep moving through his hair … across his cheek, down the curve of his neck ... Suddenly, he’s wondering what Henry’s tongue would feel like on his skin, tracing the lines of his hipbones, licking stripes along the mounds of his thighs ... His mind jerks him back to the room and to reality. What the fuck?

Or

Oblivious Alex mistakes Henry for a pillow, things escalate from there.

Based on that one Reddit post.

tags: Roommates, Alex has a sexual awakening, After he mistakes Henry for a cushion, Shower Sex, Rimming, Oral Sex, Porn with Feelings, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, POV Alternating, Explicit Language

Giving Yourself Grace

Isabella is very young, and Alex is home alone with her for the first time while Henry is away for the shelter. He learns some dark truths about himself when he struggles to help Isabella.

tags: Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Alex and Henry are Girl Dads, crying baby, Stressed Parents, Neurodivergent Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Henry gives him that hug but good

darling, you're the one i want

"Henry, thank God.” Alex’s voice is slurred so much that it takes Henry a few seconds to put the words together, and even then all thoughts of the date escape his mind. He frowns.

“Everything okay?”

“No. Yes. I don’t—it’s okay, baby, I’m not mad.” Alex takes a shaky breath and Henry swears he hears a sob from the background, small and desperate, carving out whatever’s left of his heart. “It’s fine. It’ll be fine, just… Andres is sick.”

Or, the one in which Alex has to cancel a date because his son is sick, and Henry shows up for the two of them anyway.

Part 2 of in paper rings, in picture frames, in latte art

tags: Alternative Universe, Single parents, Kid fic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Sickfic, Single Dad Alex Claremont-Diaz

when he walks in (i am loved)

Henry has chores. They’re chores he’s allocated to himself, ones he loves to do in his free time, when he’s home alone. But he can’t keep thinking about Alex, what he did to him this morning, and it proves to be a distraction.

or, henry gets well fucked and well loved

tags: Post-Canon, ousewife henry ftw, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Dom/sub Undertones, henry has a bit of a size kink, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Morning Sex, Aftercare, dabbles into subspace, gratuitous use of petnames, this is just porn with little plot, Domestic Fluff

i'll show you every version

Alex and Henry are joined at the hip. the world takes notice.

king of my heart, body, and soul

“Did you finally find what you so rudely abandoned me for?” Henry says with a pout.

“Hush, you big baby,” Alex chides as he fiddles with the object in his hand. It’s a tube of… lipstick?

or: in the midst of sleepy delirium, alex writes the word “king” in red lipstick on henry’s chest and they go a smidge insane over it.

tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sleepy Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Wet & Messy, inappropriate use of lipstick

born a restless child

Henry’s heart nearly gives out at the sound of Alex’s bedroom door opening. He jumps and then winces, thinking that he might have jostled Alex. But if an intruder is breaking into Alex’s home, he would want Alex to be awake for that.

The intruder in question is Alex’s five-year-old daughter, Ellie.

And she’s crying.

or: when Alex's daughter has a nightmare, his new boyfriend henry makes the cautious decision to comfort her.

tags: Not Canon Compliant, Single Parent Alex Claremont-Diaz, Nightmares, Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff

in the blur

‘It really was a beautiful speech,’ he says, glancing towards her. She’s in a pair of leggings and a faded UT Austin sweatshirt, hair piled into a bun and her eyes rimmed with dark circles. She's barely slept, still worrying about Alex. There’s a mug of steaming tea in front of her, and one clasped in Henry’s hands.

She shrugs. ‘I was just trying to think about, you know.' She waves her arm in the air. 'What the two of you mean to people, what he means too.’

---

After his speech, Alex falls asleep. Henry takes the opportunity to talk to June.

tags: Missing Scene, Sibling bonding, Conversations, Found Family, Big Sisters

of smoke trails

Alex is more than happy to accompany a visiting group of twenty third graders on a school trip to the White House. But escaping electrical fires was not among the learning points of this trip. And to make matters worse, one of the students is marked missing during the evacuation.

Armed with a fire extinguisher and the suit on his back, Alex dives back into the building without a second thought. Henry, already evacuated and standing on the lawn, can’t do anything but watch as his boyfriend disappears through the heavy smoke.

tags: Major Character Injury, Fires, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Alex Claremont-Diaz, Worried Henry Fox-Mounchristen-Windsor, Whump, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Field Trip, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Angst, Fluff and Angst

you can see it with the lights out

Alex thinks of the water. Of feeling like he might never reach the surface, might never reach Henry. But Henry is here; Alex remembers falling asleep in the glow of his presence, and beneath his shaking fingers, Henry’s chest is warm and his heart is beating steadily and Henry is here.

Alex is afraid, but Henry is here.

tags: nightmare fic, Alex Claremont-Diaz Has Abandonment Issues, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Location: The Lake House (Red White & Royal Blue), Henry comforts Alex, Hurt/Comfort, Mostly Hurt/Comfort

wanting

It slammed into him with the force of a semi truck out of the blue on a random Tuesday in July. the AC was out; they were sprawled out in the living room in nothing but their boxers, complaining about the heat and threatening to off their landlord in a million different ways. Alex was on the floor, Henry was on the couch, one leg draped over the back, his arms thrown up over his head. Henry had said something; something absurd and hilarious and Alex can’t for the life of him remember what it was, because all he remembers is lifting his head off the floor, and catching sight of that shining head of golden hair caught in a sunbeam and thinking—

And thinking.

God, I love him.

tags: Love Confessions, Frottage, Longing, Pining

The Domestication of Household Spiders

"How thick do you think I am, exactly?”

Alex mumbles something under his breath that sounds like, “Got away with it this long, didn’t I?”

Henry’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “I’m sorry, are you bragging about lying to me?”

After a long pause, Alex says, “...No.” slowly.

“Hm. Thought not.”

In which Henry can’t recognise the sound of his own boyfriend’s voice, Alex isn’t as good of a liar as he thinks he is, and living with a superhero is both exactly, and not at all, what Henry thought it would be.

tags: Alternate Universe - Spider-Man Fusion, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Lawyer!Alex, Spider-Man!Alex, Concerned!Henry, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Secret Identity, Injury Recovery, Mental Health Issues, Established Relationship, Cute David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Moving In Together, POV Henry

Burnt Offering

He just needs to get through washing his hair. Simple.

Except washing his hair has never been simple. It’s the polar opposite, actually.

The more he thinks about the task set out in front of him, the more daunting and impossible it feels. His limbs feel like lead and the weight of the hot water pouring over him makes his head buzz.

But Alex can do this. He’s done it before. A shower after a long lacrosse game or that one time he had the flu and had to stop three times to sit under the water and collect himself.

He can handle a little finals week exhaustion. He has to.

---

Or, Alex’s hair care routine is elaborate, he struggles to let Henry help him, and he learns some important things about receiving love through service.

icy keys & heated skin.

Alex discovers something in the bedroom. Something involving icy cold keys and flushed feverish skin.

or Henry likes the key a little too much, and Alex finds out.

[eusuntgratie]

💗 x firstprince 😊

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

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Alex wakes up over-warm, tucked tightly against Henry’s back with his hand wrapped around his arm. He relaxes his hand, scared he’s been holding on too tightly, but Henry makes a small noise and wriggles further into his body, so Alex holds him closer, a smile tugging at his lips. He knows that eventually they’ll spend enough nights twined together that Alex’s subconscious won’t fear Henry slipping away, but for now Henry doesn’t seem to mind the way he clings. Maybe he needs the reminder that Alex wants him to stay as much as Alex needs the reassurance he’s still here.

Alex stays close but sits up enough to watch him, greedy for this version of Henry, soft and relaxed and here and his. His face is slack and there’s a bit of drool dried on his face and his hair is sticking up in weird places and he’s never more beautiful than when he’s like this. Just Henry. Not a prince, not a public figure, not anything but a beautiful boy in Alex’s bed, fully seen and fully loved and fully himself. Henry hums and shifts in his arms, spinning so he can look up at Alex with a beautiful, blinding smile.

“Hey, baby,” Alex croons, quiet enough not to break the moment. “You sleep good?”

Henry nods and reaches a hand up to thread through Alex’s unruly curls. He hasn’t cut his hair in a while and Henry can’t seem to keep his hands out of it.

Alex can’t help but kiss him when Henry smiles at him like he’s everything, like nothing could make him happier than waking up in Alex’s arms. Their lips are a little dry but a thrill runs through him when he presses them together, just like always. Alex knows what a privilege it is to see him like this, to know the real Henry, to be trusted with that. He runs his fingers over Henry’s cheek but gets distracted by his lips again, running his fingers over them until Henry tugs him back down by the hand in his hair.

He presses his lips to Henry’s, runs the tip of his nose up the length of Henry’s, kisses the corner of his eye and nuzzles at his hair. Henry makes a happy little noise, kisses his cheek and pulls him back to his lips. Alex means to keep it soft and light, at least until he can sneak away to brush his teeth, but when Henry licks over his lips he crumbles like a house of cards, always all too eager to give Henry whatever he wants.

Henry’s mouth tastes sour, like sleep and something a little sharp from where his mouth fell open while he was sleeping, but Alex doesn’t mind at all. The knowledge that Henry can actually sleep when he’s in his arms, the wonder of waking up with Henry’s skin warm against his, here in his arms instead of an ocean away where Alex can’t get his hands on him, fills him with a joy and contentment that outshines everything else.

He kisses Henry gently, hushing him when he his hands start to move a little faster, when he pulls at Alex like he can’t get enough. “Shh, baby,” he tells him, “it’s alright, we’ve got time.” They both ignore the way Henry’s eyes go a little watery at that, and spend the morning taking their time with each other, soft and sweet and slow.

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

Happy Monthiversary Red, White & Royal Blue! Featuring 30 Images I love from the movie. An incomplete list of reasons why I love this movie.

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

How this looks like cake layers.

This shared 'sibling look', that says so much about Henry & Bea's relationship.

Nora being the BEST friend and support to Alex, who looks so completely terrified and makes what happens later slightly more understandable.

How they look at one another from the very start.

Their faces here.

This isn't how Henry ever imagined his ass would end up on Alex's face.

All three of these images in this picture, Henry ass up, Alex getting hit in the face by cake, and the absolute 'oh shit' / bad puppy expressions on their faces.

The bisexual sky when flying our guy Alex and being all foreshadowy and stuff.

I love Amy so much and how she is a constant support of Alex and Henry's relationship. And I love their friendship.

That Alex hugged Shaan and Shaan probably actually needed that hug.

Alex popping a fear boner and Henry looking so Bond-like.

The tension and chemistry is so palpable.

How Henry feels after Alex confessed that he hoped Henry would help him and then didn't.

Henry's bitmoji and Alex's amusement.

The way Pez's words for Nora were everything Henry was thinking about Alex.

Henry looking so small and yet somehow Bond-like again.

Their absolute joy and the way Alex is so focused on Henry.

Henry imagining who he would be.

The hands and teeth.

How Alex loved him all along and wasn't ever willing to let Henry go. Also, Alex stretching is so hot.

-

This look when he sees Henry.

Henry realizing that he can have Alex. Even if only momentarily, he gets to have one of his dreams.

The teeth and hands and complete hunger for one another.

Their joy and just sharing their humor.

Henry knowing that he will have a stiffy all night.

The hair grabbing again.

Smiling toothy kisses.

Looking at one another.

His hand in his hair, and everything!

Henry staring at their hands, and knowing it's already more, no matter what he's about to say.

[soulofapatrick]

Baby Steps - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You wake to Henry in your room, having flown overnight to surprise you

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff; the fluffiest shit ive written for a while

Y/N’s POV

I’m stirred awake by the soft, lingering pressure of familiar lips on mine. At first, I’m enveloped in the sensation of their plump softness, and for a moment, I think I must be dreaming. The kiss is gentle yet undeniably passionate, a perfect blend of love and longing that I’ve come to recognise as uniquely Henry’s. 

As my senses slowly awaken, I become aware of the delicate dance of his fingers across my cheek, tracing a path as tender as a whispered promise. It’s then that I open my eyes and my heart leaps in my chest as he’s here, leaning over me with a soft smile gracing those dreamy lips. Henry’s eyes, a shade of deep, stormy blue, lock onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. His honey hair falls in disarray around his face, adding to the allure of the tousled morning look he wears so effortlessly. Those plump, soft lips I had initially mistaken for a dream are now inches away, just waiting for another kiss, another taste of the love that binds us. 

I’m blinking again, still not actually sure he’s here, but when I open my eyes he’s still leaning ver me with an amused glint in his eyes. I raise a hand, my fingers trembling with disbelief, and with a mixture of caution and longing, I cup his cheek. The warmth of his skin against my palm is undeniably real, and the way he leans into the touch with a soft sigh. I can feel the subtle roughness of his morning stubble, the texture of his skin so familiar and comforting. My thumb grazes those plump, soft lips, the sensation electric. It sends a jolt of desire through me but, it’s more than just desire; it’s the tangible proof that Henry is here with me, that I’m not trapped in some wistful dream. 

I can no longer deny the reality of the situation. This isn’t a dream. This is Henry: my love, my anchor, my prince, here in the Whitehouse. 

Overwhelmed with emotions, I can’t contain my joy any longer. I reach out and grab Henry’s shoulders, yanking him down into a hug that has him letting out a surprised sound as he loses his balance and falls onto of me. He chuckles, a warm and melodious sound, as he hides his face in the crook of my neck, breath tickling my skin as he nuzzles against me. His laughter is music to my ears, a soothing balm to my heart. His nose is cold against my neck but I don’t care because he’s in my arms and he’s laughing. We’re wrapped up in each other, two souls intertwined in a world that often demands so much of us. 

Without a word, his hands roam any bare skin he can reach above the duvet, drawing a soft groan from me as we can’t right now. Alex and June are going to come bugging me about breakfast soon as Mum likes to have meals together because we’re still family even if we’re the now the Presidential family. 

“Hen, we can’t-“ I’m cut off by a pounding at the door. 

“Come on Mouse! Breakfast! I’m starving.” Alex’s voice rings through and Henry huffs lightly, warm breath tickling my neck. 

“Go ahead, give me a few minutes!” I call back as Henry wriggles his way off of me and back to his feet, “I need to get dressed!” 

“TMI!” Alex makes a fake vomiting sound before I hear him move on to June’s door. 

Suddenly, the duvet is ripped off me, Henry with a cheeky grin on his face but eyes telling a different story as he realises I’m completely naked. I want to cover myself up but the way he’s looking at me makes me stay there, raising myself to my elbows and just watching his expression. It’s a gaze that feels like a warm embrace, as if he’s holding me with his eyes alone. 

As I watch him watch me, I notice the subtle changes in his expressions. There’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes, as if he’s delighting in some secret joke that only the two of us share. It makes me feel shy, as if I’m being examined under a magnifying glass, my vulnerability and desires laid bare for him. 

But it’s not just amusement; there’s a hunger in his gaze too, a longing that’s mirrored in the way his pupils dilate ever so slightly. It’s the look of someone who can’t get enough of the person they love, as if he’s seeing me anew, every time, with the sam wonder and affection. 

Henry’s gaze holds me captive, and I can’t help it when my cheeks heat up under the weight of his attention. It’s as if I’m a work of art, and he’s a devoted enthusiast, lost in the beauty of what he sees before him. In this moment, I feel truly seen and cherished, and it fills me with a warmth that goes beyond worlds - a feeling that I am the most precious masterpiece in his world. It has me sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed for him to slot himself between them like he belongs there, his finger hooking under my chin to make me look up at him and I think I forget how to breathe. 

“I want to tell Mom.” It slips from me before I’ve processed it and instead of going into what Pez calls his cocoon phase his soft smile brightens and the corners of his eyes crinkle with joy, “I want to hold you and kiss you whenever I like. For as long as you need, the walls of the Whitehouse will hold our secret but Henry…” I reach for his hands, “I love you.” 

The moment those three words leave my lips, myriad of emotions play across Henry’s features like a fleeting storm. First, there’s joy, a radiant burst of happiness that lights up his eyes. Them fear flickers by briefly, a shadow of worry for what his grandma will say about him choosing love over his royal duties. Pain follow, a reminder of the sacrifices we’ll have to make to keep our love hidden until he’s ready to tell the world but I would wait forever for him. But as quickly as the pain appears, it’s replaced by something stronger - bliss. It’s a deep, overwhelming happiness, a promise of the love we share and the future we’ve chosen together. 

Without a word, Henry leans down, his lips brushing softly against mine. It’s a kiss filled with tenderness and reassurance, a silent affirmation of his love for me, and as we kiss, the worries and pressures of the outside world seem to fade into the background. 

However, our peaceful moment is interrupted by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. I pull away reluctantly, breaking the kiss with a soft sigh, already knowing it’s Alex as Henry moves to my wardrobe and begins to rifle through it. As predicted Alex leaves me a voice note telling me to hurry up or he’s drowning me in the pool next time we go swimming. Very mature. 

I watch Henry reach into my wardrobe, his fingers gliding over the familiar clothes that have become a part of both of our lives. He has an air of confidence and ease as he selects a few items for me to wear. 

First, he pulls out a pair of boxers from the drawers before grabbing some skinny jeans of mine that he’s complimented my ass in before. With a self-satisfied nod he’s heading back to the bed where I’m sat and handing them to me before pulling the polo shirt he’s wearing over his head. It’s his very famous riding shirt: the red and white checkered one with ‘Kensington Polo’ written across is and I don’t think twice about taking it. 

While I dress he goes back to my wardrobe and finds my favourite tee shirt, pulling it over his head and I can’t stop the giddy feeling when I see him raise the sleeve to his nose and inhale. The look of love and peace on his face as his eyes flutters shut has my heart clenching and my cheeks heating up. It’s moments like these that remind me of the depth of his feelings, of the way he cherishes even the smallest part of me like my clothes. 

I finish dressing quickly, my heart still dancing with the warmth of Henry’s presence. He suggests we head down to breakfast, and I just nod in agreement. My phone begins to buzz again, but this time, I can hardly focus on it as Henry is holding his hand out for me to hold, fingers extended in a silent invitation. Without hesitation, I reach out, our fingers interlacing effortlessly. My heart skips a beat at the simple yet profound gesture. 

We arrive at the dining room where my family is already gathered. My mom, the President, sits at the head of the table, her usual air of authority softened by the presence of the loved ones. Dad, Alex, June and Nora are all chatting and laughing as they wait for me. For us. 

I can’t help but swallow hard, my heart racing as I prepare to face the inevitable questions and scrutiny. But, as I glance at Henry, his grip on my hand remains steady, his expression almost more anxious than I feel. It’s a silent reminder that we’re in this together, facing whatever challenges that come our way one at a time. But together. 

Mom looks up from her place at the head of the table, and her eyes widen in surprise as she spits Henry beside me. Her Texan accent warms her voice as she greets us, her eyes falling to our interlocked hands, “I was wondering who the extra place was for.” She says, tone warm and loving. Her eyes hold a hint of curiosity but also deep affection and nothing short of love and support. 

I can’t help but exhale a sigh of relief as I witness her reaction. It’s as if a weight has been lifted, and I feel a newfound sense of ease in her presence. 

Dad’s the next to notice, ever the embodiment of warmth and hospitality, rises from his seat and starts to extend his hand to Henry. But, as he seems my hand in Henry’s, his face breaks into a warm and loving smile before he’s pulling Henry into a heartfelt hug that has Henry letting out a surprised sound. 

“Welcome to the family, son.” Dad says, voice filled with genuine warmth and acceptance. It’s a moment that fills me with overwhelming gratitude and Henry’s stormy blue eyes shine with tears as we sit in our seats between Dad and Alex. 

Nora, always perceptive and sharp, giggles excitedly from her seat opposite me when I place my hand on Henry’s leg and squeeze reassuringly. She turns to Alex and June, her eyes dancing with mirth, “I told you so!” She just about cackles, voice triumphant, “Pay up, pay up. I knew they’d end up together.” 

“Shut up.” Alex throws a note across the table, barely missing the jam and Mom just rolls her eyes as Nora snatches it up and holds it to the light to check if it’s real. 

Henry’s leaning close to me, lips practically brushing my ear and he murmurs, “I love you too.” My heart swells with affections and I can’t resist the urge any longer. I turn to towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s sweet and tender, a silent reaffirmation of our love admits the laughter and teasing. 

Alex, always the jokester, pretends to gag dramatically, earning an exaggerated fake vomiting motion from him. Mom playfully scolds him, smacking him gently with the newspaper while I kick him under the table, dragging a sharp cry of pain and a playful glare from him. 

But, in this moment, surrounded by my loving family, Henry’s presence beside me, and the shared laughter at the breakfast table, I know deep down that everything is going to be okay for us. We’ll take baby steps and I don’t care how long I have to wait for Henry to be ready. I’d kill for him. I want him to be written into the my history when historians write about me. I want them to know that this man, currently laughing at a joke Dad is telling is the love of my life and will always be. 

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[faketrex]

Slowly but surely approaching the end of this caper... but first, Alex and Henry need to kick off their best friends tour.

To be continued.

...

SHARING A SLICE... part 5

RWRB, rated T, 750 words (this part).

(click here for part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

...

“Alex.”

Blearily, Alex blinks up at the ceiling.

“It's time to wake up.”

The voice is familiar but weird, like listening to a recording of himself. Alex rubs a hand across his eyes and looks over toward the sound of a floorboard creaking. That explains it: his own voice always sounds strange outside his head.

“Go away, Evil Alex,” Alex mumbles. “I'm tired.”

“What?”

“Why no eye patch, Evil Alex? You always have an eye patch.” It doesn't matter. Alex closes his eyes. Since he's still dreaming, he can get some more sleep.

“Get up, we've got brunch reservations and you should shower first. Unless of course you have a fetish for bees? That certainly wasn't on your Wikipedia page.”

“I – bees?”

“Cake contains sugar, Alex. Are you always so obtuse in the morning?”

Cake. Alex snaps awake. He sits up, but Henry-as-Alex has already disappeared through the doorway. “I thought you were my evil dream twin!”

“Your phone won't stop vibrating,” Henry calls back. “Does the name ‘Bug’ sound familiar?”

Fuck. Alex needs to text June – calling would be better if she's blowing up his phone, but June would see through Henry's shitty subterfuge in a second – and then he needs to – “Did you say brunch?”

“We're leaving in thirty minutes.”

Alex showers and brushes his teeth in record time. It's not easy getting clean while trying to ignore, like, all of his borrowed body – Henry's body – but he manages, mostly. Surprisingly, Henry's pretty fit. Alex had assumed all those beach photos were airbrushed.

Back in the living room, he finds Henry wrapped in a robe on the loveseat, scrolling on his phone.

“Why aren't you dressed?”

Henry looks up. “For the same reason you're wearing a towel, I assume. Going through your suitcase would have felt rude.”

“I'll dig out an outfit for you if you get one for me, just try not to – what the fuck did you do to my hair?”

“Nothing.”

“You must have done something, it never looks like that.”

“I didn't–”

“Did y'all ever have guillotines in the U.K.?”

“Charming suggestion, Alex, don't hold yourself back on my behalf.”

Alex keeps his commentary to himself while he's standing six inches away from Henry, trying to fix his hair from an unfamiliar angle, and even while they’re getting dressed – except for some entirely valid criticism of Henry's boring ties – but it's all fair game once they're seated across from each other, pretending to enjoy one another's company.

“You look exhausted,” Alex begins.

“Why, thank you, your royal highness. I didn't sleep much last night.”

“Maybe I should have warned you, I have insomnia.” Alex waits while the server sets down his coffee and a pot of tea for Henry. “I don't know if insomnia is a brain thing or a body thing, though. Hey, does this coffee taste weird? How often do people try to poison you?”

Henry takes a sip from Alex's cup. “It tastes fine. As a world-class insomniac myself, we may never know the answer to that particular question, but it seems we've already determined that taste is a matter of body, not brain.”

“What? How?”

“I don't like coffee.” Henry blinks at him slowly, obviously, like he's waiting for Alex to pick up on a secret code. “Usually.”

“Oh.” They swap drinks. “Anyway, I didn't know royals ate brunch,” Alex continues once he's sipping his Earl Grey and – as if things weren't bad enough – actually enjoying it.

“Alas, man cannot live on ribbon cuttings alone,” Henry quips, so deadpan that Alex nearly snorts. “Brunch was easier to arrange than any other morning appearance, given the spontaneity of today’s... excursion. Shaan is still organizing our afternoon engagements.”

“He's getting everything cleared, right?”

“Of course.” Henry smiles at the server as they arrive with their food. There's no hesitance to it, not like the smiles Alex has seen him wear in photos. At least Henry’s not a dick to service industry workers.

“In normal circumstances, there wouldn't be any public royal appearances the day after a royal wedding.”

“Yeah?” So they're breaking rules by trying to fix everything. Good to know.

Henry nods. “In an effort to avoid stealing attention from the all-important pomp and circumstance, you understand.”

“Well... seems like that ship has already sailed.”

“Boy howdy,” Henry drawls, sipping his coffee. “I do believe you might say we’ve dulled their sparkle.”

Alex can’t help it this time: he laughs. When Henry grins back, Alex isn't even thinking about the cameras.

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(Part 6)

[taste-thewaste]

Straight up just Alex fucking Henry from behind and grabbing onto his tummy for dear life

just for you, my friend!!

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|| im coming home with dinner. you like mushrooms on your pizza, right?  || when? I’m hungry || calm down, your majesty, i’ll be home shortly. mushrooms yes or no? || Hawaiian instead || pineapple, you cretin??

Alex comes home thirty minutes later with a hot pizza in his hands to find Henry in the kitchen eating the world’s largest bowl of pudding, shirtless, his belly pooched out over his sweatpants.  “Hey, I told you I’d be home soon, you couldn’t wait?” Alex’s words would be harsh if they weren’t laced with a laugh and a smile that splits his face in half. Henry looks up, startled, which just makes Alex laugh more. He has the smallest smear of chocolate pudding on the corner of his mouth and his cheeks turn rosy at being caught. He looks delicious and decadent. With his wide eyes, flushed face and round belly, he looks like the picture of indulgence. “I love you like this.” Henry looks down, at the pudding, at his tummy, at everything. “Love me like what? Eating pudding? Shirtless? Fat?”  Alex tosses the box on the counter, sets the bowl of pudding next to it, and wraps his arms around Henry. He leans forward and licks off the chocolate smear and then he’s kissing Henry deeply, settling his hands on his hips and squeezing. “All of the above, sweetheart.”  Henry’s been getting chubbier for a while, and it drives Alex insane, but never quite like this. Something about his boyfriend in the kitchen right before dinner, all chubby and cherubic, has got him going hard. Alex is kissing him all over, running his hands over every soft part of Henry. Henry, who, by the way, is enjoying it just as much as Alex, if the moans and soft grunts and sighs are any indication. Henry’s pushing his hips against Alex’s, his cock against Alex’s leg.  “You’re so soft, baby,” Alex says, circling Henry’s belly with his index finger, outlining it.  “You like it?” Henry asks softly, and Alex positively growls his response.  “You want me to show you how much I like it?” and then he is pushing Henry around, firmly but gently, pushing him up against the fridge door. “Christ, Alex, now, I need to feel you now,” Henry moans out, and Alex is yanking down Henry’s pants and sucking on his fingers briefly before starting to open Henry up.  “You’re so tight for me, sweetheart,” Alex moans into Henry’s ear, his finger pumping in and out of Henry’s hole and he loves when this happens, loves when they are both overtaken my passion and unable to stop themselves. There is pizza cooling on the counter and a dog that need to be fed and bills that need to be paid but right now there is only this, there is only his fingers inside Henry and his breath coming hot and fast and Henry’s moans in his ear and Henry’s belly against the cool stainless steel of the refrigerator.  “Just…ahh…for you,” Henry manages to gasp out, and then Alex is sliding his fingers out and sliding the rest of him in, and there are no thoughts in either of their heads except harder, faster, more. Alex pulls them both back just a little and his hands find Henry’s belly, grabbing it roughly in a way he knows is leaving marks. The idea of his hands, his fingers, leaving prints behind, is almost enough to send him over the edge.  “Does it feel good, baby?” Alex grunts into Henry’s ear, and Henry nods, unable to speak, his face flushed and his hair falling into his face. Alex catches a glimpse, blurry and smudged, of their reflection in the fridge and he sees how round Henry looks, how soft,how big, and he whispers these things in Henry’s ear.  Before they both know it they’re both spilling over the edge, making a mess in the kitchen (it isn’t the first time). Henry’s cheek is smushed against the fridge door, Alex’s cheek is smushed against Henry’s back, and they’re both panting, begging for air. Henry turns and fumbles for Alex, kissing him gently on the jaw and missing his mouth completely.  “That was even better than pudding,” he murmurs, sinking his finger in the bowl on the counter behind him and licking it off.  “I figured,” Alex says proudly, “but hey, I still expect you to eat your dinner.”

[three-drink-amy]

Thanks to @kiwiana-writes @strandnreyes and @orchidscript for the tags!

“Okay,” Henry says, not sure what else to say. “So I shouldn’t feel a bit ridiculous asking for tighter security?”

Alex shakes his head as his fingers tangle through Henry’s hair. “No. In fact, it’s not even going to be something you ask for. We’re just going to do it.” Alex shrugs, looking down at Henry with a half-grin. “So, there you go. It’s not you asking for it. It’s me. I’m tightening the ranks and I’m going to tell Shaan that for the time being, you don’t need to be doing any visits.”

“I don’t know if that’s necessary.”

“You don’t like them anyway.”

Henry smiles to himself. Alex does know him so well. It’s almost mind boggling at times. He didn’t realize he’d given so much of himself to Alex before he even meant to. “True,” Henry admits, chuckling. Alex laughs with him. “But it would get me out of Kensington.”

The comment sobers Alex’s expression. He rubs his hand along Henry’s chest. “Well, then I’ll leave that up to you. But, Henry, right now you probably have more say in what happens than you usually do. If you want to avoid your duties or whatever,” Alex says in a mocking voice, “then you probably have the power to make that happen right now. If you want to fuck off to Bora Bora or somewhere remote where no one can reach you, then we’ll do that. But if normalcy is what you want, we can make sure everything is safe and you’re protected.”

“Well, Bora Bora sounds good. I’m assuming my bodyguard would have to accompany me?”

Alex laughs, his head tilted back. “You bet. Just you and me in one of those little huts over the water? Sounds pretty fucking perfect.”

No pressure tagging: @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @indestructibleheart @cha-melodius @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @dumbpeachjuice @bonheur-cafe

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dk if it's against the rules to request two prompts in one ficlet but...... 📅 and 👀 for firstprince just works so well !!!

full transparency y'all I dm'ed emily to scream about how much I love this combination so we doin it! let's goooo (below the cut for smut purposes)

Mate, I completely understand. Take some much needed you time. We'll catch up soon enough. Henry smiled at the text from Pez. They were supposed to be getting lunch today since Alex is out of town for the weekend, and Pez had offered to keep Henry company. The idea sounded good at the time, because usually when Alex was gone, it would leave Henry stir crazy with missing him. For some reason, with Alex gone this time, Henry was loving having the house to himself. He could watch whatever he wanted on TV (not that they usually had many discrepancies over this), he could shower alone at his preferred temperature (though he did almost miss the scalding level of heat Alex usually required to shower), and had the whole king bed to himself (okay fine, maybe it felt a little empty when he rolled over in the middle of the night to find cold, perfectly pressed sheets). But for now, he was not utilizing their luxurious bed for sleeping. He was, as Pez had directed, taking some well-deserved "me time." Opening his texts with Alex from the night before, Henry clicked on the brief video Alex had sent. It was at the end of their filthy back-and-forth of texts and showcased Alex's bare abs completely covered in come. In the video, Alex dragged two fingers through the mess, soaking his chest hair, before popping the two fingers into his mouth and making the most obscene sucking sound Henry had ever heard. When he watched the video last night, he came immediately and sent Alex a voice note of the sounds he was making, how he was moaning Alex's name and begging him to make him come. Today, he watched the video on loop as he slipped his hand back beneath his boxers and imagined the sounds of Alex's lips around his own fingers were the sounds emanating from their bedroom walls as he sucked Henry down to the root. His fist followed the imagined motions of Alex's bobbing head. He could practically taste Alex's release on his lips as he watched Alex drag his fingers through his own come over and over again. His cock now slick with precome, the wet sounds filled the room alongside Alex moaning on the video. Henry imagined it was Alex's hand, and not his own, that reached between his legs to gently cup his balls as they contracted in preparation for his release. Phone now abandoned on the bed next to him, one hand worked at massaging his balls while the other continuously pulled back his foreskin and swiped his thumb over the glistening head. "Alex, yes, please love," Henry whimpered to no one. Though he would never admit it, the sound of his own begging did occasionally do it for him. He let out more whines of "please, yes love, right there," as his gut tightened with building heat. All it took was reaching behind his balls and pressing his index finger against his hole and he was done for. Hot, thick spurts of come coated his hand and ran down his cock as he stroked it furiously. The filthy expletives leaving his lips were not lost on him and made it that much sweeter. Before cleaning up, he snapped a photo of his hand wrapped around his still mostly erect and absolutely soaked cock, and sent it to Alex with the caption: Self care or something like that

i just....i just got a little lost for a moment there... whew

Ficlet Friday!!

[iboatedhere]

I would like to humbly request dancing with the locals for ficlet Friday please! (Also new wip?? 👀👀👀 I can't wait to see whatever that is!)

Sorry this took so long! I think I got caught up on what a ficlet is, exactly. Hope you like it!

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It would be so easy for Henry to be overcome with jealousy.

He’s certainly seen this play before—the boy he fancies dancing with a beautiful woman, her long hair falling across her shoulders, his hand flat against her back as music plays in a language that Henry doesn’t speak.

He’s on the outside looking in, yet again, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

The woman spins and Alex catches Henry’s eye over the top of her head, the smile on his face growing impossibly brighter.

It would be easy for Henry to be jealous, if things were different.

But they’re not. And he’s not.

Because the boy he fancies is Alex—his boyfriend (soon to be fiancé of the rest of this trip goes as planned). The woman is harmless, old enough to be his mother with gray streaks in her dark hair and a husband who is inside buying her a drink. She and Alex are dancing because the band on the patio started playing her favorite song and Alex was the closest person to her.

Alex is holding her like he’d hold Bea or Nora, like a friend or an excellent dance partner, because that’s what he is.

He’s also so much more than that.

He’s the reason Henry sees the world in soft pastels and bright neon lights instead of shades of gray. Alex is why he laughs more and despairs a whole lot less. He’s why Henry doesn’t burn each time someone looks in Alex’s direction (and everyone is always looking in Alex’s direction) because Alex could never. Would never. You and me and history, remember?

Henry gets to his feet as the song changes. He’s not jealous, but it’s also been far too long since he’s touched Alex and he needs to fix that.

The pouts playfully then kisses Alex’s cheeks before spinning him into Henry’s arms and twirling off into the crowd.

“Good thing you cut in,” Alex says as he loops his arms around Henry’s neck. “She said she had a very beautiful granddaughter to introduce me to…”

“Mmhmm,” Henry hums. “You really expect me to believe that woman has a granddaughter that’s old enough for you?”

“Sweet talker,” Alex tells him with a grin, “bet she’d love to hear that. We were actually talking about you. How handsome you are—.”

“That is more believable,” Henry interrupts and Alex winds his finger through Henry’s hair at the base of his neck and gives a gentle tug.

“I told her how lucky I am to have you and how you’ve changed my life in pretty much every single way.”

“That’s funny,” Henry says as he presses his hands to Alex’s back. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

[meraki-yao]

For Ficlet friday Firstprince and Getting lost at the bachelor/bacheloretteparty, pretty please :)

Hi Anna! Sorry I'm late, but thank you for the prompt!

🗺️ Getting lost on the bachelor/bachelorette party

Alex finds himself wandering to the rooftop of the Stargazer Louge. He should be down, celebrating his sister and his best friend during their bachelorette party. He was, and he’s happy for his girls, he really is, but… Ah, well. It hurts to see them so happy with each other, just to find himself alone in a corner. He wants love. Despite his parents’ divorce, some part of him that never grew up to scoff at fairy tales craved that passionate, all-encompassing love, the feeling of finding your soulmate, someone who matches you, someone who loves you with all your strength and flaws. Someone who would never find him too loud, too excited, too messy, too much to say. Someone for him. He tries. His last couple of relationships never even got past the “meet your parents” stage, then he was swamped with work in a new law firm with his new job and just didn’t have the time other than a couple of hook-ups and drunken one-night stands. He used to have June and Nora around his corner to pull him out, a constant reminder that despite everything, he’s not completely alone. But now with them getting married and planning to start a family, they’re inevitably gonna have less and less time for him. And he feels kind of pathetic, like a petulant child crying for attention, even though he’s a grown-ass man. God, why does he keep being the one left behind? He leans against the railing and signs. Fucking hell. But then from the corner of his sight, he sees someone else, also against the fence but looking outwards, staring at the night sky, whimpers and quiet sobs coming from his shaking figure. He walks up to the guy and gets a better look at him and oh my— In front of him is the most handsome man he’s ever seen, with sparkling blue eyes, a tall nose and plush velvet lips, his blonde hair swept back by the evening wind, slender fingers gripping on the railing bars. “Hey,” Alex starts cautiously, not wishing to spook him. The man looks at him, startled, clearly just noticing his presence, and rushing to wipe the tears and snot off his face. Alex hands him a tissue packet from his pocket. “Ah, hello. Goodness, I’m terribly sorry about you seeing this, I’m a proper mess right now.” “Not a problem at all, sweetheart. You alright though? You looked like you could use some company.” Jesus, what was he doing? Alex never comes on this strong, certainly not when he’s sober and the person he’s interested is crying alone on the top of a bar. “Ah. It’s just— My friends offered to take me out for fun tonight, they say that I don’t get out enough. But I’ve never been here before and got lost, and my phone battery died and my friends were my rider here and I just— Everything is going wrong today, and then I just remembered that five years ago today we found out my dad had cancer. He passed three months later. It’s all a mess.” The stranger wipes his new tears and tries to compose himself. “Oh God, what am I doing, I’m so sorry you don’t need to hear a random bloke vent—” “No no no! It’s fine!” Alex rushes to reassure him. “Thank you for telling me that. It’s alright. We all have our bad days. And uh, I’m really sorry about your dad.” Henry sighs and looks up to the sky again. “We used to stargaze. He got me a telescope for my seventh birthday and we’ve been looking for stars ever since. You could see so many in our family’s holiday house in Wales.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “Can’t see shite here though. So much for a place called ‘Stargazer Louge’.” “Yeah, unfortunately, that’s New York for ya.” Alex answers, then tentatively asks “I don’t suppose you could tell me more about the stars? You look like you could use some company?” “Oh please don’t feel obligation—”

“Nope, I genuinely am interested in getting to know you, sweetheart. Unless you don’t want me to, then I will fuck right off, no hard feelings.” The man stares at him for a minute in disbelief, then shakes his head and laughs. It’s a beautiful sound. “Well then, thank you dear. Let’s start with names, shall we? I’m Henry.” He wipes one hand against his pants and holds it out, and Alex grasps it in return, warmth traveling through his palm up his arm and zooming into his heart. “I’m Alex. Nice to meet you, Henry.”

I think I played a little loose with the prompt, but I'm pretty happy with what came out! Might refine it to make a full fic someday in the future

[anincompletelist]

wip wednesday :D

hey guys! taking a bit of a brain break today but wanted to upload this little guy that I wrote yesterday for boxer!alex which is coming along nicely!

thank you so much to @firenati0n @kiwiana-writes @getmehighonmagic @cricketnationrise @littlemisskittentoes @zwiazdziarka @leojfitz @theprinceandagcd @wordsofhoneydew for the lovely tags, I can't wait to go through and read all of the things y'all are working on!!!!!!!! I hope you're all doing well! <3

without further ado!

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“And on the other end of the ring, kicking ass and most definitely not giving a fuck about taking any names, our very own Brooklyn native and all-around undefeated fan favorite— the one, the only, A-C-D!” 

As if it were possible, the room gets even louder. The cheering morphs into something more uniform and less chaotic, a clear and chorused A-C-D ringing out amongst fistbumps and waving posters. 

The spotlight flashes and Henry’s fully propped up on his toes to get a glimpse of the other door, his breath caught in his throat as he waits along with the rest of them. 

The first thing Henry sees is black curly hair, bobbing its way through the crowd at a leisurely pace. It’s nearly graceful the way long, partially gloved fingers curl around the thick rope and propel a lithe, toned body onto the platform, the complexion of his skin tone devastatingly more flattered by the lighting than his opponents. Although, Henry muses to himself, that may just be the fact that it doesn’t seem like he’s faking any of it. 

They both look strong and definitely capable of winning a fight. But where his opponent had only smirks and phony bravado, ACD doesn’t need to posture himself up to make a statement. 

Henry’s eyes are glued to him. There’s a black robe resting on his shoulders and tied loosely at the waist, seemingly made of silk that Henry can almost feel underneath his fingertips. Someone comes up behind him and swiftly removes it, his entire chest, rippling abdomen, and sprawling back exposed for all to see. With a practiced hand, ACD straps on his boxing gloves.

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

Guess ‘hot goddamn mess’ is your type then (Got Weird - dodie)

Firstprince? Please? 😁

Jamie thanks for the prompt - this one was fun :)

Henry is sitting by himself in the corner of yet another party Pez drug him to when he sees Alex across the room, which is no surprise. It’s inevitable that when they’re in the same room, his eyes will find Alex. Something about him lures Henry in, and he can’t resist the lingering looks he knows will someday be discovered by someone he’d rather not. Luckily, Pez is the one to stumble upon him almost literally, as he seems to be well on this way, quite sloshed.

“What are you doing in the corner, Haz? Are you not here to finally have some fun? You’ve been so boring and pining lately.”

“I am not pining,”

“But, you admit to the boring thing?”

“Compared to you, my friend, everyone is boring,” Henry replies, still looking across the room where Alex stands, surrounded by other members of the lacrosse team. That’s part of the reason Henry stays on his side of the room, for a lax bro, someone like Henry would be boring, not that Alex seems to be the typical lax bro. Henry sees Pez follow his line of sight and sees the moment he figures out who he’s looking at. They watch as Alex is bumped, and the drink in his hand is spilled down the front of his shirt.

Pez turns back to him with a shit-eating grin, So I guess ‘hot goddamn mess’ is your type then. Maybe you should take this opportunity to help him out with that mess he seems to be wearing now, help him out of that soiled shirt. Perhaps even offer him the one off your own back. “

“Yes, you’re absolutely hilarious. Make fun of me and my silly crush.” Henry, no longer paying attention across the room, doesn’t realize that Alex has almost made it to their side of the room until he looks up and sees Alex grabbing the roll of paper towels off the counter by where they sit.

“A silly crush?” Henry wants to fall through the floor where he stands or meld into the wall behind him when he hears Alex ask the question. “Surely, anyone you have a crush on would return those feelings.”

Pez beats Henry to reply, which is probably good, as his tongue feels tangled in his mouth. “Alexander, it sucks to see that shirt of yours so thoroughly drenched. Can you use some assistance?”

“Hey, Pez, no, thanks, I’m good; it looks worse than it is, I think.” When Alex turns to him, Henry feels the breath catch in his throat, and the smile Alex sends his way makes his heart soar; he really has become the character in one of the romance novels he loves to read. Of course, those always work out, but he’s not so sure his situation will. He stops himself from getting lost down yet another trail of consciousness but realizes when he sees both Pez and Alex looking at him expectantly that he wasn’t quite quick enough for that.

“I’m sorry. Did I miss something?” The grin Pez gives him makes him nervous, more than he’ll willingly admit. He makes the mistake of looking into Alex’s eyes and nearly gets lost in the caramel pools, which seem as if they hold the secrets to the universe and so much mirth. Henry isn’t sure how anyone can be that happy.

“Our dear Alexander here was just asking what you were doing tomorrow?”

Alex’s head turns toward Pez, and the look of shock on his face is almost comical, “Um … not sure that’s what I said, but I guess … it’s probably what I was heading toward.” Alex runs his hand through his hair in a way that seems to be nervous. Henry’s not sure what Alex could possibly have to be nervous about.

“I’ll be studying in the library since someone decided they needed to drag me out tonight. I have a table I usually use —”

“In the back corner on the second floor. Yeah, I know where it is; if you’re all right with it, I’ll join you there tomorrow.” Alex looks down at the wet shirt still clinging to him, “I should probably do something about this. I’ll see you tomorrow, Henry. Later, Pez.” He does this salute with his fingers that should be anything but adorable, but Henry can’t help but find it just that.

After Alex is out of sight, Pez leans in and whispers, “Now, don’t blow it, or well, maybe you can blow him. He looks like he’d be great fun in bed. I expect to hear all the details. Now I’m off, as I’m sure you’re going to be heading off to dwell on how your study date will go.”

Pez is out of sight before Henry can rebuke the accusation or even counter that it’s not a study date, just two people studying. At least, he thinks that’s what it is. Maybe he needs to go home and think about his after all.

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