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Buckingham Palace was a fairly dull place on evenings like these.
Most people thought it to be this wonderful Palace that would host parties and tea or fancy dinners for their most beloved friends. That music would fill the halls or laughter of the youngest Royals as they ran down the vast hallways.
Those were all fairytales.
Prince Henry was on his sixth Jaffa Cake, binge watching The Great British Bake Off, and he had no shame about it in the slightest.
An empty Cornetto’s wrapper lay abandoned on his side table and his laptop rested on a pillow beside him. No sound came from outside his room.
Everyone was turning in for the night.
This Royal family wasn’t all that big on constant celebrations.
Usually, Henry wouldn’t mind the time alone. He rarely got any in between all his Princely duties, but something was missing.
It was most definitely not the First Son of the United States.
Definitely not.
Henry’s phone vibrated on the side table and the Prince smiled to himself.
Okay, so maybe it was the First Son of the United States.
He unlocked his phone, the bright light illuminating his features as he read the text, nose scrunching as he read.
… you up?
Did you…
Did you just ask me if I’m awake??
Alex smiled to himself, spinning around mindlessly in the office chair he’d been perched on for most of the day. He’d offered to help his mother with her campaign at the offices, but his mind kept drifting away from the tasks at hand.
People bustled around him, but now his focus was on Henry.
He missed the Royal Bastard.
well it worked didn’t it?
and if you hadn’t been awake…
you are now 😁
Alex, it’s eight pm.
Of course I’m awake, you twat.
Now I’m inconvenienced too xx
are you calling me an inconvenience, Your Royal Fuckface
Henry let out a snort, pausing the show and rolling over onto his stomach to turn his light on before turning back over. He’d much prefer to talk to Alex. He just hoped he could keep Alex’s attention long enough before he had to go back to work.
Timezones fucking suck.
I’m not talking to anyone else, so what do you think, sweetheart?
straight into the pet names?
someone missed me ;)
It was derogatory, Alex.
Perhaps I did. Only a little.
Okay, lie… I miss Nora and June.
Alex rolled his eyes, still spinning in the chair as the people whipped by. Someone dropped files on his desk, but he barely offered a second glance. He was too focused on other things.
He’d left London a little over a week ago. He’d wanted to stay longer, but Henry had obligations and all Alex would’ve done was wander those empty halls waiting for him to come home.
He wasn’t ready to be a ghost just yet. So, he flew home and decided to keep himself busy with the campaign until either one of them could visit the other.
It was rather cruel that they couldn’t see each other every day.
using me to get to my sister, are you?
all you Brits are the same
fine
I’ll just fuck right off
All you Americans are the same, but that’s okay.
So long as I only have to put up with you.
I can list a few things I miss about you, though.
If you’d like…
yes, in fact, I would
list them alphabetically and by order of importance please
Henry hated that he got… urges when Alex was gone.
Before Alex, he’d hardly ever thought of intimacy. He didn’t have any time for it, so that left him with little to no experience. But after meeting Alex, those urges arose more than ever before.
He found himself blushing a little, despite Alex’s usual annoying responses.
You really are the President’s child.
No.
Perhaps I shouldn’t.
Where are you right now?
campaign office
unfortunately it’s only 3 pm for me
fucking time zones
we can’t all be laying in bed doing nothing like you are, I presume
Hmmm, then I really cannot tell you what I miss about you.
I’ll distract you from very important work.
Seeing as you’re suddenly Mr. Hard Worker over there.
I, however, am a Prince. I get to lie about as much as I please.
… without me? ;)
Alex shifted a little in the chair, stopping the spinning now. He really hated this guy.
Totally, definitely hated the man.
He had half a mind to push his chair closer to his desk to touch himself without being seen, but it was too risky. He was already on thin ice with his mother.
Ellen would send him off to another planet if she found out he’d pulled such a stunt.
With the Prince of Wales, no less.
A loud thud on his desk jolted him out of his daze for a moment. It was June, dropping a large stack of papers on his desk.
“Mom says you need to read these,” she stated simply, hand on her hips. “Are you texting lover boy?” Her eyebrow raised.
“Nope,” Alex pursed his lips and shook his head. “Dad, actually. So… If you don’t mind…”
“Sure,” June dragged her words out, not believing her brother in the slightest, but she left him alone anyway.
ugh ignore that
… but also
without me? ;)
You are insufferable.
But yes, without you.
Who’s fault is that? Do remind me again.
Weren’t you the one who decided to go back instead of lying here with me?
We could be having our own fun, Alex.
Quite rude.
you like it.
I’m regretting it already…
I’d much rather be lazing about in a castle than
looking over last quarter’s polling metrics
Oh yes, cannot forget that the Nepo Baby has work to do.
How excruciating, my love.
oh fuck offff
being a prince is the EPITOME of nepo baby-ness
Alex, it’s nepotism…
But, I must admit, my bed feels terribly empty.
All you’ve left me is a bloody pillow.
A string of ideas flowed through Alex’s mind now, thinking of all the things Henry could do to that fucking pillow instead of to him.
Perhaps this wasn’t the best conversation to be having at work, but he proceeded anyway.
He was never one to do the morally correct thing.
terribly empty…
oh, whatever will you do Your Royal Handsiness
replacing me with a pillow?
should I be offended?
Are you suggesting something with that nickname?
Eh, you two have about the same level of humor. I wouldn’t worry too much.
All I have right now is the pillow,
and not some American Nepo Baby… so I have to make do.
my dear Henry, I’m always suggesting something
I genuinely can’t tell if you’re trying to offend me
or turn me on
… somehow you’re doing both?
Henry moved his laptop off the bed and gazed down at his sweatpants for a moment, deciding whether he should just give in to temptation and slide his hand underneath.
A ghost of a smile remained on his lips, his mind flipping through all the things he and Alex could be doing right about then if he'd stayed.
He really fucking wished he’d stayed.
Well use your words and tell me then.
It’s always both, Alex. Always both.
I’m pleased it’s working though.
do you not remember that I’m at WORK right now?
work. in an office. full of people.
yeah, it’s working
fuck you for that by the way
Oh I remember.
But I’m a Prince and everyone simply has to obey my requests.
Go on, then. Tell me.
You wish x
well i’ll tell you one thing
for the first time in my life
I’m jealous of a pillow
and yes. yes I absolutely do.
I mean… You could always live vicariously through the pillow…
Tell me what to do…
Unless WORK is too distracting for you.
Then I’ll just be on my way.
“Fuck you,” Alex whispered to himself, letting out a low chuckle as his head dropped back against the chair for a moment. He looked around for a moment to make sure no one was paying attention to him. They were all buried in their work, unaware of the worldly scandal that was happening right in the very same room.
fucking hell, Henry
YOU’RE distracting
what’s on your mind then?
laying in bed all alone…
I aim to distract, so I’m doing my job right.
What’s on my mind? While I’m half naked in bed all alone?
Drowning my sorrows in chocolate and literature?
You are.
fuck
only half naked?
darling, im a bit disappointed
Fuck it, Henry thought and placed his phone down for a moment. He gripped his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them both off and succumbing to his desires.
If Alex couldn’t be here to do the work for him, he could at least help.
He picked his phone back up to answer, a grin now across his pink cheeks.
Don’t worry, I removed the rest.
You know I sleep better like this anyway.
Pity I don’t have the First Son to assist, hm?
Wouldn’t that be a scandal?
oh, i know. an impossible sight to forget
definitely a pity, you know how much i love a scandal ;)
looks like you’ll just have to take care of yourself for me
tonight, doesn’t it?
We have plenty of time to create some scandals, love.
Oh, I already am.
Would you like to help me through it?
Consider it charity work.
Alex felt the press of his crotch tighten against his dress paints and he cursed under his breath for a moment. The Prince really was a shithead for this.
But he quite liked how worked up Henry was getting for him. He always did and it was such a pretty sight to see. The way he’d whine and writhe…
Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have left the Palace.
i do love to help the less fortunate…
already started, have you?
touching yourself for me?
I knew you couldn’t say no to me.
I have… You’ve broken me, Alex.
I can’t believe I have to type this. Leave work, please?
Please.
begging already? good boy.
and you know i can’t leave the office, Henry
as much as i desperately want to
Henry let out a soft whine, moving one hand down to wrap around his cock. He started with slow strokes, closing his eyes for a brief moment to try and picture Alex’s hand instead.
It just wasn’t the same.
He opened his eyes and used his free hand to type a response, though it took a little longer now.
So youre going to make me type with one hand
Fine
Fuck, alex… i wish you were here
I just
Wish you were here
Talk to me
i bet you look so good right now, baby
laying in bed and touching yourself for me
does it feel good? as good as me?
“Mhm,” Henry hummed to no one, biting on his lower lip. He had to be quiet. If he got caught, he’d just absolutely die of embarrassment.
He picked up the pace for a moment before getting an idea. It was a risky one, but an idea nonetheless.
He opened his camera and snapped a photo, forwarding it to Alex. A small smirk appeared knowing that he’d open that right in the middle of a workspace. Karma for leaving him.
[Attached image file]
See for yourself
No
Not as good as you
Your hands- fuck alex i need you
Alex let out an unexpected choke. What he was choking on? He wasn’t sure. But he was certain that everyone in the office was staring right at him. No one could let the First Son choke to death.
“I’m good,” he gave the room a thumbs up before ducking his head and avoiding the snort from June across the room.
He shielded his phone a bit more despite being situated in the corner. He couldn’t be too careful.
Alex stared at the photo again and chewed on the inside of his cheek. Since fucking when had Henry grown so confident? He wasn’t complaining though.
i can’t believe i’m at fucking work right now
look at you all nice and hard just for me
just pretend it’s my hand, love
pretend i’m right there with you
Henry felt his heart skip a beat at the texts, his cheeks warming all over again until the tips of his ears went white hot. His hand… Fuck.
He moved his hand quicker, closing his eyes once more, hoping to find bliss in pretending that Alex was right there with him. His fingers rested on the touchscreen keypad, sending jumbled letters to Alex just as a loud knock on his door erupted through the room.
Nghfsjsskj
“Henry?” Bea’s voice rang out from the other side. Shit shit shit. “You awake?”
“Fuck,” Henry whispered, fumbling around the bed for the light switch. He lay still for a moment, hoping Nea would leave after not hearing a response. Nothing could be worse than your sister catching you getting off with the First Son.
He eventually heard retreating footsteps and let out a laugh of relief, flicking the light back on and resuming his slightly hedonistic multitasking.
Fuckfuck sorry fuck
Yes right your hand yes
Hang on
everything ok?
Typing with one hand was seriously not working, but he so desperately wanted to finish. He shifted around again, moving onto his stomach and propping the pillow beneath him.
He let out another laugh, this one filled with disbelief in himself. Who was he??
He adjusted himself before he began to slowly roll his hips against the plush cushion. It wasn’t nearly as good as Alex, but it was as close as he was going to get for now.
Mhm splendid fine yes
Everythings fine
You feel better than the pillow… by the way
Alex’s smile faltered for a moment, his own heart skipping a beat. Was Henry..?
He could picture him, flushed and needy, rolling his hips down into the bed just to get enough friction to make him feel good. Jaw slack and panting into the mattress and- fuckk.
He sat forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees, focusing harder on the conversation at hand.
are you—
fuck, Henry i wish i was there to see that
to see you all worked up just for me
If you want to see, just ask
Theres a reason i got this phone love
It feels so fuckinf good though
i always want to see, show me. please.
how good, baby?
what are you thinking about?
Henry had never sent nudes before… Now he was about to send his second one?
Alex really did make him feel comfortable. He’d never find that anywhere else.
He just wished there was some sort of manual on how to actually take the nudes. He was about to be very ungraceful about this.
Henry tried angling his phone a few different ways before finding a semi-okay position against one of his other pillows and he pressed record. He rolled his hips again, burying his face into the pillow to muffle the sounds that escaped his mouth.
After a few seconds, he reached for his phone again and sent the video off before deleting it from his camera roll.
[Attached video file]
So so good alex so fucking good
You… your fingers your thighs your chest your neck
everythign
Want details?
“Holy f-” Alex blurted out, covering his mouth with a slap of his hand and his eyes widening. Again, everyone in the office turned to stare at him. Why did he keep drawing so much attention?
He needed to get it together.
With a clear of the throat, he sat back again and tried to compose himself.
god i wish i was there to make you feel good
tell me, please- please tell me
At least Henry could type with both hands now, making his replies a bit quicker.
He tried to find a good rhythm for himself, but he was so used to Alex doing that for him… So used to Alex treating him so fucking good… Opening him up… Making him unravel and spill out in pleasure.
He loved being spoiled by him, he was a Prince after all.
god- your fingers inside me alex fuck they always
feel so good so good
and when you hold my hand i just……..
Alex, no- no i need you here
what if i send you a plane?
yeah baby? one of my hands holding yours, and the
other opening you up nice and pretty
you dramatic bastard you cannot send me a plane.
… can you?
That made Henry smile, feeling all giddy at the mere fact that Alex wanted to be here. That he wanted to come see him.
Granted it was for the sex, but he knew there was more than that.
His hips stuttered for a moment. He was going too fast and he needed to drag this out a bit.
That’s when he got an idea, even though he’d have to type with one hand again.
He hesitated for a moment. He’d never done this before… Always had Alex doing it for him, working him open and making him squirm. He just had to do what Alex did and it would feel the same, right?
He took a deep breath and shamelessly sucked on his own fingers before moving down. It took him a moment to collect himself, to work up the courage to push one finger inside himself and then the next. He gasped softly, but it just wasn’t the fucking same.
Fuck yes…just like that..
My fingers dont seem to do you justice eithr
i can send four and see which gets to ypu faster
Say yes
Alex paused for a moment, curling his hand into a fist and biting down on it to keep himself together. Bless that poor sweet filthy Prince. At least he was trying.
He dropped his head back against the chair, unable to keep still like a kid in a fucking candy store before he rapidly sent off his replies.
poor thing, can’t fill you up the way you like?
like i can?
yes. fuck yes. but i bet youre gonna cum before
the planes do ;)
Fuck you and your corny joke nepo baby
But youre right i need you to help me finish first
And as a reward ill send a plane
Please alex im close and i desperately want you inside me
So hurry
Of fucking course Henry was serious about sending a plane… but as a reward?
Since when was Henry so… bratty? It made Alex grin like an idiot. He quite liked this side of the Prince. It sent shivers down his spine.
this ‘corny nepo baby’ will fuck you until you
forget the joke in the first place.
close already love?
god i can picture you moaning into that fucking
pillow for me
keep going. please.
Henry pushed his fingers in more, spreading them just like Alex always did and he crooked them, working himself open whilst trying to multitask the texting and the grinding. He truly was putting himself through the most.
It was rather humbling to know how easy all of this came for Alex. he’d never admit that aloud, of course.
God i really fucking hope so
please do just that
You don’t know what pace im moving at
Im impatient… and quiet
But ill be loud for you… the ‘castle’ is big enough
Im not stopping but i hope youre packing a bag
oh i will, i promise.
good boy, i love when you’re loud for me
you make such pretty little noises
fuck.
i’m not packing shit i’ll go straight from the
office i don’t care
Alex if you say that in person……
Im close alex… just for youu
You jst wanna wear my clothes i know
good to know, i’ll have to remember that one…
awe sweetheart, are you gonna cum all over
yourself just for me?
i really doubt i’ll be wearing any at all love
Henry had long since given up on his grammar. All he cared about was cumming for Alex. For being good and listening to him. He wanted to get better at this so he could send Alex more videos and pictures when they were away. God, he hoped Alex liked them.
fuckyou
Mhm yes im so clo
Henry let out a loud moan, moving his fingers faster, faltering and shoving his face back into the pillow mid text. He wasn’t sure if he’d even pressed send or finished what he needed to say.
Fuck
Sweetheart…
No clothes is fine by me none thats fine
come on baby, cum for me
i want to hear you. fuck, henry can i hear you
please.
yes
Fuck yes hang on
White hot shame filled Henry’s chest, but he oddly liked the feeling. He wanted to experience it again. To feel vulnerable around Alex even though he wasn’t exactly there.
He fumbled for the voice message button and pressed record. He pushed his fingers even deeper, now sloppily rutting his hips against the fabric. He silently apologized to the staff.
Maybe for the first time in his life, he’d do his own laundry.
He let out soft whimpers, knowing how much Alex liked those. He was so eager to please the man. So eager for praises and coos.
His hips stuttered as he came, letting out an incomprehensible string of curswords and whines, still thrusting over and over, feeling himself spill all over the pillow case and against his chest.
He paused for a moment, allowing his heavy breathing to fill the voice message and pulling his fingers out before he pressed send.
[Attached audio file]
Fuck alex
Get a car to the fucking airport
Now
The second Alex saw the notification come through, he reached for his earphones and plugged them in, turning the volume all the way up. He had to hide his grin when he pressed play, pretending to be listening to a very important voice message that totally wasn’t his secret Royal boyfriend cumming all over himself.
He listened to it twice.
holy shit
you did so good for me baby
fuck you sound so—
i need you
on my way, leaving the office now.
Henry reached out for the box of tissues he kept on his bedside table and wiped his fingers clean, half wishing Alex was there to lick them for him.
He didn’t bother cleaning off his chest yet when he rolled over. He had more pressing matters to attend to.
He opened his contacts quickly and searched for Shaan’s number and pressed call.
“Your Royal Highness?” Shaan answered after the first ring. “What can I do for you?”
“I need a plane,” Henry breathed out, still trying to catch his breath. “From DC.”
“Is this for…” Shaan let the sentence trail off and frowned. “Sir, have you been running?”
“Yeah, took a jog.” Henry lied quickly. “Get a plane ready to fly from DC within the next half hour.” He hung up and dropped his head back onto the mattress and reopened Alex’s texts.
Wasn’t as good without you
I need more
More of you
Good, there’s a plane waiting
Henry frowned when he got a call from Alex instead of a text. This fucking bastard-
“Hi baby,” Alex spoke as soon as Henry picked up the call. He spun around in his chair again, biting his lower lip to stifle his laughter.
“You’re a foul foul man, Alex Claremont Diaz.” Henry shook his head, not bothering to fight the smile off his face. “I hope you have the longest eight hour flight of your life.”
Alex let out a laugh, reaching over to close his laptop. He had places to be now. “Oh, you don’t mean that, I know you want me there as soon as possible.”
“What happened to being at work, hm?” Henry forced himself to sit upright, pushing his fingers through his hair for a moment. He put the call on speaker and reached for more tissues to clean himself up. “You could’ve called me, Alex!”
“Hmmm, it seems as if I could have…” Alex grinned and somehow Henry could hear the fucking smirk. “But getting you all worked up like that was just too fun…”
“Oh you’re so paying for this you bastard!” Henry tossed the crumpled tissue off to the side of the bed and wiped down the pillow case, peeling it off after. He really would have to clean this himself. He’d feel bad if he didn’t. “I made a mess, and it could’ve been avoided!”
“You know I like you all messy…” Alex shoved his laptop into his briefcase, leaving his phone on the desk, still using his earphones. He really hoped he was keeping his voice down. No one was looking at him, so that was a good sign.
“The cleaners will have my head, I hope you know this.” Henry huffed, dropping back against his headboard. “Now I have to do my own laundry and send the Palace into chaos.”
“I'll just have to clean it up myself next time, but I'm sure the cleaners would love your head...” Alex always found himself funny, but he was even funnier when Henry didn’t seem to think so.
“You’ll be licking it clean at this fucking rate you twat.” Henry voiced his past wishes from moments ago. God, he really wanted Alex to lick his fingers clean next time.
“Gladly,” Alex sucked on his teeth for a moment, deciding if he should just make a break for it or end the call and tell his mother he was running away from the campaign to go fuck the monarchy… Literally.
“Just… Just know you will pay for this, you absolute ridiculous man.” Henry was already formulating a plan in his head. He was tired, but he’d stay awake for the duration of Alex’s flight just for this. “Fucking ridiculous.”
“I’ll see you soon, Your Royal Horniness.” Alex decided he’d at least tell June, who could tell his mom, who could tell Zahra to chase him all the way to London. Hopefully by then he’d have fit in at least two rounds with Henry before Zahra dragged him back to the States by his ear.
“See you soon, First Son of Shirking Responsibilities… and nepo baby.” Henry reached for a Jaffa Cake and popped the whole thing into his mouth, feeling rather blissful. Maybe he’d start a new episode of the Great British Bake Off…
Alex let out a hearty laugh then, ignoring the stares. He’d be gone in the next few minutes anyway. He hung up the call after hearing Henry laugh and pushed himself out of his chair, reaching for the briefcase and the stack of papers.
The least he could do for his mother was go through these on the flight over.
He hoped they weren’t classified, because Henry would probably read them too… He saw no attached CUI Label and left it at that.
He had somewhere very important to be.