Chapter Twenty-Three
Alex
I’d told Henry I wasn’t surprised about him getting his ass out in Llewelyn, and I wasn’t, but I definitely felt something about it.
I knew it was part of his job, and I didn’t want to be that man who kicked up a stink over his boyfriend’s work, especially after what Henry had told me about his last serious relationship, but every time over the past few days I’d thought about millions of people seeing Henry naked, a sharp, hot feeling began to bubble in my chest.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to do it—fuck it, Henry could do whatever he fucking liked. It was just that I wanted people to know he was mine.
“What’re you thinking?” Henry asked, putting his arms around my waist and disturbing my brooding as I prodded at the pork mince I was frying to make taco filling.
Henry had the evening off, so he’d immediately come to mine as soon as he’d finished on set, and at this point I was debating giving him Noah’s old key so he could let himself in whenever he fancied. He was here often enough.
“Hmm? Nothing,” I said and gave the pork an extra jab for no other reason than I was feeling mardy.
“Yes, there is.” Henry tightened his grip and began trailing kisses up my neck. “Tell me.”
“Seriously, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, sure you are.”
“I’m just being a dick.”
He kissed the sensitive skin under my ear. “What’re you being a dick about?”
“Like… I’m fine with you getting your arse out in Llewelyn. That’s your fucking job.”
“But,” Henry said, not letting go of me. “There’s a but there. I can hear it.”
I sighed and Henry plucked the wooden spatula out of my hand, putting it on the nearby chopping board before turning me in his arms. I didn’t want to look at him because I was afraid of what he’d see in my face. Would he think I was an asshole for feeling like this?
Whatever this was.
Because I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t know how I felt about everyone staring at my boyfriend’s ass and fantasising about it. I’d been on the fucking internet; I knew what people were like. I’d tried not to look at stuff about Henry but it was hard not to be nosy.
I’d given in once and that was enough.
“Do you not want me to do it?” Henry asked, reaching down to cup my jaw and draw my eyes up to meet his. “I can say no. I’m sure they can edit around it, and anything we shoot in future can have a carefully placed sheet.”
“No. You want to do it, and I want you to. I just… I know everyone’s going to see your arse and it’s going to be fucking everywhere, and I know people will talk about it, and fucking fantasise about it and…”
“And what?” Henry asked. His voice was quiet, like he already knew how I felt—he just needed me to say it.
A sharp stab of possession rose up inside me and I refused to push it away. I knew it was petty and pointless, but I didn’t care. “And I don’t fucking care how much they stare. I want them to know that you’re mine.”
I surged forward and captured his mouth in a snarling kiss, nipping his lip as I fought to get my arms free. He released me and I grabbed the front of his T-shirt, my other hand sliding up the back of his head to fist his hair. Henry groaned, his kisses sweet and fierce.
“You’re mine, Henry,” I growled. “All mine.”
“Yes… yours… fuck, Alex.”
I walked Henry backwards out of the kitchen, my lips never leaving his. I had no idea where I was taking him, but I needed to get him up against something: a sofa, the counter, or even the fucking table.
There was a clatter and I realised Henry had walked into one of the chairs shoved under the dining table.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said, pulling out of my arms to shove the chair out of the way, leaving plenty of space. He bent over the table and arched his back, pushing his ass out towards me. “I need you inside me, Alex. Right fucking now.”
I groaned as Henry reached underneath himself to unbutton his jeans. Grabbing the waistband, I tugged his jeans and underwear over the perfect curve of his ass until they were sat around his thighs. “Fuck. Lube,” I growled.
“My bag,” Henry said, pointing at the leather overnight bag by the front door. “There’s a bottle in the outside pocket.”
“Were you in the fucking Scouts or something?” I asked as I stalked over to the bag and unzipped the outside pocket, pulling out an unopened travel-sized bottle of lube.
Henry snorted. “Just wanted to be prepared.”
“In case of emergency table sex?”
“Not just table sex.”
I unwrapped the bottle and walked back over to Henry, drizzling lube down his crack and sliding my fingers between his cheeks. I pressed one finger, then two into his hole, loving the way that Henry groaned and pushed back against me as I opened him.
My other hand popped my jeans open, roughly shoving them down my thighs along with my boxers. I was already achingly hard, desperate to fill Henry and show him he was mine.
“That’s enough.” Henry groaned, twisting his head around to look at me as he spread his legs farther. “Fuck me.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him. I grasped my cock and pressed it against his entrance, slowly pushing inside him. Henry’s groans mixed with mine as the tight heat of his body surrounded me, and it took all my effort not to slam into him. But I needed him to adjust first.
Then I could fuck his brains out until he couldn’t think of anything but me.
I gripped Henry’s hips, holding him tightly as I brought our bodies flush against each other, and began to rock my hips. Henry moaned again, the sound filling my ears as he squeezed his ass, tightening his channel around my shaft.
Any lingering patience I had snapped.
I pulled back and slammed into him, snapping my hips forward as I thrust deep inside him over and over again. The sound of slapping skin and Henry’s desperate pleas as he begged for more echoed around my flat as sweat dripped down my forehead.
My world narrowed and all I could think about was pleasing the man bent over the table in front of me.
Heat bubbled under my skin and I knew I wasn’t going to last. My balls tightened and I felt the familiar burn of my orgasm building. I reached my hand around Henry’s waist to grasp his cock, not caring that it was awkward and painful as my wrist bumped against the table. I wanted Henry to come.
I growled as I pumped his dick, fucking him harder and harder until he cried out, his cum spilling across my fist and painting the side of the table.
His ass tightened around me, milking my cock as my rhythm became stilted.
I chased my release, thrusting deep into Henry as my orgasm slammed into me.
I came with a groan, my fingers digging into his hips as I filled him. “Mine,” I said as I slowly rocked my hips and stroked his cock, drawing us both out to the point of overstimulation. “All. Mine.”
Henry moaned, his face pressed against the table. “Mmm, yes.” He sighed contentedly. “Fuck, it’s hot when you get possessive. If that’s going to happen every time you get jealous, I’ll get naked on TV more often.”
“Don’t be a dick,” I said, playfully smacking his ass as I slowly pulled out of him. I noticed my fingers had left red marks on his hips and I winced.
“I’m not. I’m just trying to get yours.”
“You can have it any time you want. You just have to ask.” I leant down and pressed a kiss to the bare skin at the bottom of his back. “Stay there, I’ll get you a tissue or something.”
“It’s fine,” Henry said as he stood up. “I can just go to your bathroom.” He sniffed the air and frowned. “What’s that smell?”
“I can’t…” But I could. Over the smell of sex hanging in the air, there was an acrid note of burning meat.
“Fuck! The mince! Shit. Shit. Shit!” I hopped across to the kitchen, my jeans still around my thighs.
Tugging them up with one hand, I grabbed the spatula from where Henry had put it down and tried to stir the pork.
But that didn’t make a difference. The whole thing was burnt, and stirring it mixed the blackened and charred chunks in with whatever had survived.
“Fuck,” I grumbled as I turned the hob off. I should’ve done it before I let my dick take over. Now we had no bloody dinner.
“What’s it look like?” Henry asked, appearing behind me to peer over my shoulder.
“Bloody burnt.”
“Ah.” There was a pause. “Want to just order a takeaway? I’ll happily pay for a curry. Or pizza. Oooh, now I’ve thought about it I’d kill for a pizza.”
“We can order pizza,” I said. I put the spatula down and glanced at the pan. I’d deal with the mess when it had cooled down and I felt less irritated. Although it was hard to be too mad about burning it considering how fucking good it had felt to fuck Henry over the table.
“Yes!” Henry did a funny little dance of happiness and pulled me in for a kiss as I laughed.
“Okay, I’m going to clean up and then we can order.
” He turned and bounced towards the door to the stairs, glancing over his shoulder before he disappeared.
“By the way, we’re going to talk about you being jealous.
Because although it’s hot as balls, I don’t want you getting upset. ”
“I’m not jealous,” I called as Henry grabbed his bag and headed upstairs.
“Yeah, you are!”
“I’m not… I’m just…” I sighed and stomped after him, trying to put my thoughts in order. Unfortunately, my brain had decided to pack it in for the night.
“It’s not a bad thing. I’m definitely not complaining,” Henry said.
He was already in my room and stripping his jeans off.
I walked in and sat on the bed, watching as he caught sight of himself in the mirror and noticed the marks on his hips.
They were still noticeable even though they were starting to fade.
“Mmm, I definitely like possessive you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, it’s sexy. It’s not like they’re going to bruise.”
“What if they do?”
Henry shrugged nonchalantly. “Then they bruise. And if anyone asks I’ll tell them how fabulous a fuck you are, and they’ll all be wildly jealous.”
I snorted. “Yeah, of course they will.”
“If you don’t want me to tell them, I won’t. I’ll be a gentleman and say nothing. They can just imagine it instead.”
“That might be worse.” I ran my hand through my hair, not sure why I felt so weird. Maybe it was because I’d never acted like that before and even though Henry had said it was hot, I didn’t want him to feel like I was controlling him.
Henry walked over and knelt in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of socks. “What’s up? Did you not enjoy that?”
“I did.”
“Good, because it was awesome.” He leant in and kissed me with a smile on his lips. “What’s bothering you? Is it me getting naked?”
“No. Well… maybe. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. I want you to do it.”
“But?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just coming to terms with the fact that you’re you and the whole world is going to see it. And that’s kinda hot, because you’re mine and everyone can look but nobody else can touch—”
“Mmm, that is hot,” Henry said. “I like that you’re possessive of me.”
“Do you? Or is it one of those things that’s hot now but will grow old really fucking quickly?”
Henry sat back on his heels. “I don’t know. I guess it depends on how you act on it. Like dirty, possessive fucking where you make me yours? Hot as fuck. You getting possessive and wanting me to stop doing my job? Not hot.”
“I don’t want to fucking do that,” I said. “It’s your life and you need to do what makes you happy.”
“I know, and I will. But I also want you to be comfortable. Relationships are a two-way street and we need to be able to talk to each other. I know Kane and Austin talk all the time about their projects, comfort levels, and stuff. Like they’re very open about everything they’re doing, and that helps, especially because of Austin’s job.
They don’t have secrets, and I don’t want us to have secrets either.
” He took my hand and squeezed. “I’ll always be honest about what I’m doing at work and when.
And if, one day, something comes up that you’re not comfortable with me doing, then we’ll talk about it. Deal?”
“Deal.” I tilted my head forward and kissed him.
Talking about it had helped, and I knew we’d have to keep doing it, even if it wasn’t my normal way of doing things.
I was learning that sitting and stewing on my emotions wasn’t going to work here and I was still getting my head around that concept since that was what I’d been doing for twenty-eight years.
“I’m sorry, though. I feel like a proper bastard. ”
“Why? This is new for you, and you don’t need to apologise. I should have told you from the beginning what I’d be doing, especially when it was my idea.” He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my lips, and I hummed softly. “I don’t suppose you fancy round two?”
“I thought you wanted pizza?” I asked with a wry smile.
“Pizza can wait,” Henry said as he climbed into my lap. “I want you to fuck me again first.”
I couldn’t say no to that.