Chapter Twenty
Henry
“All things considered that could have gone a lot worse. I think everyone got on quite well,” I said as we climbed the stairs to Alex’s flat, both of us carrying tubs of leftovers that Oliver had refused to let us leave without.
We were both full of food and tired from a long afternoon, and even my extroverted ass wanted a couple of hours alone with Alex just doing nothing.
“They did,” Alex said, digging his keys out of his pocket. “I think Gemma and Noah were still chatting when we left. And Tamsin was talking to Theo about his Twitch stream and comparing game recommendations.”
“I’m glad Theo’s okay. Kane said Austin was worried he’d put his foot in it.”
“Theo’ll be fine. Maybe this will give him and Laurie the kick in the ass they need. I mean, they’re obviously something to each other, right?”
“Definitely,” I said. “But I think you just have to let them work it out. Besides, it’s not like we’re fountains of knowledge when it comes to relationships.”
Alex snorted as he pushed the door, using his foot to keep it open so I could step through.
“Yeah, two men with a history of avoiding commitment at all costs are clearly the relationship gurus they need. Or maybe we’d just serve as a fucking cautionary tale—act like us and you too can end up alone. ”
“You’re not alone, though,” I said as I followed Alex into the kitchen, putting the tubs of leftover salads, cold meat, and goat’s cheese tarts on the side. “You have me.”
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me. Alex looked up at me with a wry smile. “Better than nothing, I guess.”
“Charming. And after I went through all that effort to get you the last of the leftover goat’s cheese tarts. People would kill for those!”
“You’re very brave,” Alex said.
“I know. I deserve a kiss for that.”
Alex shook his head fondly but he still leant in and kissed me slowly, letting his tongue brush against my mouth as his fingers grabbed the front of my T-shirt to keep me in place until he was ready to let me go.
It made my stomach fizz and bubble as I relaxed into him.
There was something about the way Alex casually led things between us that made me melt.
I’d always known I liked being praised. It was probably why I liked being an actor and why I took every bad review to heart, like it was chipping off a piece of my soul, but there was something sexy about Alex’s casual possessiveness and the way he gently took from me.
So many of my previous partners had expected me to control everything, almost like they thought my ego would shatter if I didn’t get what I wanted, in or out of the bedroom, and Alex’s dismissal of that was refreshing.
He’d said that me being an actor wasn’t going to make him treat me differently, and it was only now I was realising how much I appreciated that. Alex didn’t care that I was Henry Lu, award-winning actor, fashion icon, and sexiest man on the planet.
To him, I was just Henry and I didn’t need to be anything more.
My hand tightened on Alex’s waist and I deepened the kiss, a swell of urgency rising up inside me.
Alex groaned and heat coursed through me.
I slid one hand down to the base of his spine and under the hem of his T-shirt.
His skin burned under my touch, and I wanted more.
I needed to feel the heat of his skin against mine, even if we did nothing more than make out.
At Alex’s request, we’d taken things slowly over the past couple of weeks and had steadily progressed from dry humping and coming in our jeans—which thankfully had only happened once—to teasing hand jobs while trying to focus on films, and lavish, exploratory blow jobs where Alex dissolved every single brain cell I possessed and left me questioning all my previous life choices.
I wasn’t sure if things felt so good because we hadn’t rushed into anything, or because I really liked Alex as a person, or because I’d never waited this long with anyone before, which meant that every touch and every kiss felt like it was resetting my senses.
“Want to go upstairs?” Alex asked, his breath ghosting over my skin as he spoke.
“Yes.”
He stepped back and I mourned the loss of his body against mine. Alex smiled at me, softer than I’d seen before. The longer we spent together, the more he seemed to let his guard down and I got to see the man underneath the prickly exterior.
I liked what I saw.
Alex might have been snarky and self-deprecating with a sharp sense of humour, but he was also gentle and sweet, and there was a deep well of care for those he loved.
If Alex cared about someone, they’d always have him at their back—whether that meant a listening ear, a meal and a bed, or someone to help them hide a body.
Alex would be there for everything without fail.
I didn’t want to consider what it would mean if someone betrayed his trust. They’d probably make an enemy for life.
And they wouldn’t see the damage they’d left behind. Because wounds like that always left scars.
Alex took my hand and led me towards the stairs. It had surprised me to discover his flat had two floors, but I really loved the layout, and the view from his bedroom window was spectacular.
He’d tidied his room since the last time I’d seen it, but I didn’t get a chance to comment before he pulled me into a hungry kiss, his fingers reaching for the hem of my T-shirt.
I loved that he didn’t waste time. He yanked the fabric over my head, throwing it on the floor before stripping his own off, revealing his gorgeous, tattooed torso.
There were fewer tattoos here than on his arms, and I wanted to outline every one with my tongue.
I reached for the button on my jeans, casually looking over at Alex to gauge his reaction and grinning when I noticed him doing the same.
It took barely five seconds for me to shove my jeans down and quickly toe off my socks, leaving me in just my skintight boxers.
My eyes roamed over Alex, taking in every detail of his body before he stepped towards me, crowding me against the bed.
My knees hit the edge of the mattress and buckled, and I toppled ungracefully backwards.
Alex snorted but didn’t say anything. Instead he just climbed into my lap and planted his hands on either side of my head.
His fabric-covered cock rubbed against mine as he slowly circled his hips, the slight pressure from his piercing drawing another moan from my lips as he leant down to claim them.
“What do you want, Henry?” he asked as he trailed his lips across my jaw and ran his tongue down the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “I know you want something.”
He nipped my earlobe and I groaned, thrusting up against him. “Please.”
“Please what?” Alex scraped his teeth along my throat and soothed it with his tongue, making me gasp and moan.
I ground our cocks together, desperate for friction.
“Please tease you? Please kiss you? Please blow you? Or do you want more? Is it please play with my ass? Please finger me? Please fuck me?”
“Oh God, Alex,” I said as his words made my body burn.
He chuckled darkly. “Is that it? Do you want me to fuck you? Or did you want to fuck me?”
There were too many options and my brain didn’t even know where to begin. I wanted it all. But there was one thing I wanted more, that I craved, because it had been far too long since I’d met anyone willing to give me what I really needed.
“Fuck me,” I gasped. “Please, Alex. I need you inside me.”
“Yeah?” He rolled his hips, casually taking control and slowing the pace so I couldn’t rut against him fast and hard until I came. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes. Do I have to fucking beg?”
“Not today,” he said as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. “Next time maybe. I bet you sound so fucking good when you beg.”
Alex kissed down my chest, sliding down my body to kneel between my legs.
His fingers reached for the waistband of my boxers, tugging them over my thighs.
My cock slapped against my abdomen and Alex smirked at me, his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue across the head of my dick.
I groaned, the teasing touch both too much and not enough.
Alex wrapped his lips around my cock and slid me deep into his mouth, swallowing around me and sending me straight to the edge. If he was trying to kill me, he was going to succeed.
“Fuck!” I gasped. “Oh fuck! Alex!”
He hummed around my cock as he sucked me, and if he kept this up, I was going to come before he’d even touched my ass.
But then the delicious heat of his mouth was gone and I was left whimpering and humping the air, desperate for something that wasn’t there. Instead, Alex slid his mouth lower and ran his tongue down my balls and across my taint, his hands pushing my thighs wide.
His tongue lapped at the puckered skin of my hole, sending an electric shock ricocheting through my muscles. A moan slipped from my lips, echoing around the room, and it was so loud I was pretty sure the whole town heard.
I didn’t have the energy to care, though, because Alex was eating my ass with such skill and precision I thought he was trying to fucking murder me. Had anyone ever died from being rimmed? Or would I be the first?
“D-Don’t stop,” I said when Alex lifted his head, deploying a final flick of his tongue that turned my insides to jelly.
“I have to,” he muttered. “I need lube.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh and slid off the bed to walk over to his chest of drawers where a plain cardboard box sat amongst a pile of other random shit.
He pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, tearing the plastic wrapper off the bottle as he turned back towards me.
I wondered when he’d bought them and how long he’d been planning this.
My eyes landed on the box of Durex.