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Henry is never going to finish the sequel and that is Alex’s fault. He might as well send out a press release now that it should not be expected for another two to five years depending on how much of his brain power is dedicated to adoring Alex on any given day. He thinks the masses would understand, they have seen the man.
But, he swore to himself – and Shaan – that he’d get the final touches of his first draft done while Alex was away for his project in Paris. He’s only been gone for a few hours when Henry receives the first photo.
Alex in nothing but a skimpy pair of white boxer briefs that leave very little to the imagination. The bright white material is stark against his tan skin and hangs low on his hips. Henry’s never seen this pair before. The name on the band is familiar to him from discussions with Alex, not because he’s seen the words before as he removed the fabric with his teeth. The brand must have given Alex some new pieces to welcome their new ambassador.
Henry zooms in on the photo – takes in every single one of Alex’s defined abs, savors the bit of hair left below his navel, and appreciates how much thigh is out in the open. He’s crafting a response when another message comes in.
Alex❤️
an exclusive sneak peak for you baby
I’m working.
punctuation and everything talk dirty to me sweetheart
I’m on deadline
only one more since we’re both on the clock
[Photo message: another mirror selfie, this time of Alex sitting in black boxers, his legs wide open, and his hand dangerously close to his cock]
Henry palms himself over his slacks while he studies the new photo. They’re in love. He’s allowed. His boyfriend is sex personified, he can barely help himself. He should get back to work, he really shouldn’t be having a wank at his desk while the cursor on his word document is blinking at him impatiently.
Alex❤️
ill call you when im back in my hotel room
dont have too much fun without me ;)
Alexander
or dont have any fun bc we both know delayed gratification does it for you
He stops short of shoving his hand down his trousers. Alex makes a good point there. He lets out a sigh and texts back, Try not to take too long dear, I will start without you, before leaving his desk to take a lap around the house and make some tea. He wills his boner away and uses the sexual frustration to fuel some tension filled scenes that needed to be polished up.
Henry has been on edge for hours. He keeps going back to those photos, keeps thinking about Alex in those tiny shorts, keeps imagining mouthing at Alex through the fabric. He is thrumming with unused energy. As he waits for Alex’s call, he cleans at least 3 rooms in the house, takes David for an extended walk, and writes about three thousand new words. He’s putting in a load of laundry when his phone finally rings.
“Alex,” he breathes out. “Thank God, I was about to start running laps.”
There’s a low chuckle on the other end of the line. “You could’ve just jerked off, ya know.”
Henry rolls his eyes. “Sod off.”
“I know you can come more than once in a round, let alone a day.”
Henry rolls his eyes and doesn’t take the bait. He hears a door open and close.
“Please tell me you’re alone.”
“I am. I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
Henry doesn’t even start the washer before the jogs up the stairs to their bedroom. Alex laughs at the sound of his footsteps.
“So eager, baby,” Alex croons, “So ready for me to take you apart with just my voice.”
“Fuck,” Henry curses as he finally gets into their room. He puts the call on speaker and throws his phone on to the bedspread.
“What are you wearing?” Alex asks. It’s almost comical with how corny it is, but it’s doing it for him right now. He hears the rustle of sheets.
Henry follows his lead and sits on their mattress. “Slacks and a button up shirt.”
“Unbutton it slowly for me, H. Touch your skin gently as you uncover it.”
Henry feels like a man possessed. He takes his time with each button. Once his chest is exposed, he does as Alex says and teases his own skin with his finger tips. He tweaks his nipples when instructed, pinches and pulls at them until he lets out a moan that satisfies Alex.
“So beautiful,” Alex praises, “want to hear you.”
Henry lets out a breathy sigh. “Alex,” he nearly whines.
“You can move on to your pants now, H.”
Henry’s fingers make quick work of undoing his trousers. Alex stops him before he can move on to his briefs.
“And, I mean the American version of pants, sweetheart.”
Henry drops down onto the mattress with a loud, “Fuck.”
“Indulge me, baby, please.” Alex sounds nearly as desperate as him. “I’m trying to paint a picture here.”
“FaceTime exists, you know.”
“Yeah, but it’s almost sexier to imagine it, isn’t it?”
Henry thinks about the places his mind went today, all of the visuals he was able to conjure up from a mix of memories and fantasies. “Yeah.”
“Touch yourself,” Alex commands, “I know you want to.”
Henry bites back a whine at the tone. “You haven’t let me take my pants off yet.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, I know.” There’s a bit of shuffling on the other side of the line. Alex’s voice sounds even darker when he speaks again, “You’re so desperate for it, you’d come in your slacks right now, wouldn’t you?”
He nods even though Alex can’t see it.
“Use your words, doll.”
Henry swallows thickly. “Yes.”
“Good. Spit into your palm.” Henry does as he’s told and he hears Alex doing the same. “Touch yourself.”
His hand slides beneath the band of his boxers and sends shivers throughout his body. He’s so sensitive to any touch to his burning hot skin. He takes his cock into his hand and sighs in relief. The cotton restricts him from doing much, but he gives his cock a few short pulls.
He throws his head to the side at the sensation and catches a glimpse of Alex’s t-shirt by his pillow. He’s not even ashamed to admit he planned on sleeping with it just to feel closer to Alex. He reaches for it now. He presses the soft cotton to his nose and inhales the familiar scent of his boyfriend. His hips buck up and a moan rips through his throat.
“Shit, baby,” Alex pants over the speaker.
Henry resituates himself onto the bed so that his feet are planted firmly on the mattress. He now has the leverage to buck his hips properly. The first time he does it, he whines and earns himself a moan from Alex. That only encourages him to keep going. He fucks up into his fist, his thrusts fast and desperate. The bed squeaks and he doesn’t hold back a single sound of pleasure. He makes sure to hold Alex’s shirt in a way that allows him to smell it, but not muffle his sounds. Alex wanted to hear him, and who is he to deny him that?
Alex rattles off a litany of praises and curses, broken up only by muffled moans.
Henry reaches the edge almost embarrassingly fast. He debates ripping off his trousers, but settles for pulling his cock out of his boxers. He has better access to the tip now and thumbs the slit. He smears precum down the shaft and lifts his hips again. “Close, love.”
“Come for me, beautiful,” Alex rumbles.
Henry speeds up his fist and fucks up into his hand, thinks about Alex doing the same, thinks about fucking into Alex before he left for Paris. Alex’s name is a broken moan on his lips as he comes.
“That’s it, baby,” Alex purrs. “Sound so pretty for me.”
Henry’s eyes are slammed shut as he continues pumping himself through his orgasm. Ropes of cum paint his bare torso and he doesn’t stop until his cock weeps out the last drop.
“Fuck, H, I really wish I could see you right now.”
Even in his post orgasmic haze, he reaches for the sound of Alex’s voice. He grasps his phone and presses the camera button on the keypad.
“Baby, what are you?” Alex is confused when he hears the FaceTime tone come from his phone, but once his brain catches up, he immediately accepts the request. “God, I love you. You’re a visionary, sweetheart.”
Henry smiles lazily at the camera. He takes in Alex’s flushed face and crest, his lip that has been bitten red, his curls array on the hotel pillow. He can hear the crude sounds of him pumping his own dick off screen. “You look so good, darling.”
Alex’s eyes fall shut at the praise. When he opens them again, he says, “As much as I love looking at your face, doll, could you give me a wider angle?”
“Sorry, darling. I had the brilliant idea to call you, but then saw your face and forgot I was on a mission.”
He lifts the phone away from his face and shows off the expanse of his chest and abdomen. Alex’s key has fallen off to the side and narrowly avoided getting hit with Henry’s release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The image of Alex shakes as he jerks himself off with more vigor. “So fucking gorgeous. Shit, H, they should put you in a museum, but I don’t want anyone else to ogle you like I am right now.”
Henry hums, satiated and satisfied with the praise. He runs a finger through the mess on his abdomen.
“Hen,” Alex starts, then stops. He waits to see what Henry will do with bated breath.
He’s already made it this far, he figures he should give Alex a bit of a show. He lifts the finger to his lips and licks his own cum off of it. It’s obscene and he’s glad that he is the tiny box on his screen. His entire body is already flushed, but he can feel more heat rushing to his cheeks. His lips wrap around the digit and he sucks it into his mouth. Alex is so still as he fixates on the screen, Henry thinks his video has frozen for a moment. He moans around his finger, and Alex curses under his breath. Henry repeats the action again, tastes himself and wishes it were Alex instead.
He releases his finger with a loud pop. “Are you going to come for me, or are you just going to stare, darling?”
Alex blinks at him a few times.
“Flip around the camera, love. I’m not eating my own cum for you to not cum all over yourself.”
Alex’s jaw goes slack, but after a moment he kicks into action. The camera flips and Henry can see Alex’s cock. It’s hard and leaking, the tip an angry red. Alex’s large hand rests as the base, but starts pumping again when Henry scoops up more of his own release. He sucks two fingers into his mouth and moans around them.
There’s a low, “Fuck,” from behind the camera as Alex thumbs under the head of his cock. He focuses on the tip just like Henry knows he likes. He watches with rapt attention as Alex’s head disappears behind his palm and as it peaks back out again. He cums with a muffled cry as Henry drags the fingers out of his mouth.
“I’m going to send a fruit basket to whomever invented FaceTime.”
“My dick isn’t even soft yet and you’re whipping out a whomever,” Alex says the last word in his mocking British accent. He flips the camera back to himself.
Henry smiles wide when he sees his fucked out expression. “It is always time for proper grammar, dear.”
Alex rolls his eyes and wipes his hand on the towel next to him on the bed. They just look at each other for a moment.
“Hi,” Alex whispers.
Henry shakes his head fondly. “Hi, love. How was your day?”
“It was good. I’m really excited about this campaign.” Alex starts going into more detail about his day and the lavish apartment they had him working in.
Henry hums periodically and swears he’s listening, but the cum is starting to dry on his skin and it's getting distracting. The closest thing to him is Alex’s t-shirt and he wipes himself clean without thinking twice.
Alex stops mid-story and asks, “Is that my t-shirt?”
Henry looks down at his hand. “...Yes. I’ll wash it before you get back.”
“Don’t,” Alex says seriously.
Henry scrunches up his nose. “You’re disgusting.”
“You’re the one who got jizz on it in the first place.”
Henry scrunches his face up again at the term.
“Oh, does jizz offend your delicate sensibilities, your Majesty?” Alex has a teasing grin on his face. “Is spunk better? Or semen?”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“You love me,” Alex answers without even thinking about it.
Henry smiles fondly, “I do.” He sits up and sighs. “I actually do have a load of laundry I should start, so I should wash up.”
“Take me with you, I still have more to yap about.”
Henry props his phone up against the bathroom mirror before he wipes himself off with a washcloth and washes his hands. Alex continues to tell him about his day and asks Henry questions about his own. He keeps him company over FaceTime as he throws the t-shirt in with the laundry already in the washer. They keep chatting as he feeds David, then takes him on their nightly walk. He almost forgets Alex isn’t actually next to him until his fingers ache with the need to touch his skin and he can’t.
Henry’s just about done explaining the last episode of the new show he’s watching when he catches Alex’s eyelids drooping. “Darling, you look knackered. You should sleep.”
Alex pouts at him. “I hate sleeping without you.”
“So do I,” Henry admits easily.
Alex settles under the sheets of his bed. “Will you read to me?”
“Of course, love.” His heart warms at the memory of all the other times he’s read Alex to sleep, though it is usually in person. He recalls the first phone call they ever had, how it ended just like this. Alex’s breathing evens out before he finishes a chapter.