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Their bodies are in so in sync, so finely tuned to each other, they tend to wake up at the same time - even on weekends with no alarm set. The sun is shining beautifully through a billowy white curtain with just the hint of a crisp breeze. They both like to sleep with the window open and today it's paying out in dividends. Eyes barely open and they both can already feel it's shaping up to be a perfect Spring day. "Mornin' " Alex mumbles in his low, gravely morning voice. His first thought, as it is everyday, is just how pretty Henry manages to be this early. How soft he is with his hair that manages to look perfectly tousled - in contrast with his own wild early morning curls. With his eyes already locked on Alex, like there is no sight greater in the world to behold. With his face so open, so expressive and that mouth. God that mouth. That mouth that can whisper the sweetest words than turn around and do the filthiest things. With that perfectly shaped body, all long legs and strong thighs clad in designer boxers because of course even his boxers are designer. This soft, just woken Henry. Before the world descends on him with all its urgent matters and strangers (and family) who have much to much to say about his personal life - this is the Henry only Alex gets to see and he treasures these moments, however fleeting each day. "Good morning" Henry softly replies, his fingers reaching out to intertwine with Alex's. How Henry loves those strong hands. How without a word they know instinctively when to graze him with barely a touch, or to hold him in a hug while they stroke soothingly down his back. Or best of all they know how to hold him firmly down and touch him in all the right places. Alex's curls also drive him wild, but not as wild as those fucking eyelashes. Eyelashes Alex can't stop blinking as he tries to shake the sleep off. Henry wonders if it's even a little put on for his benefit, but hey he doesn't mind. He values this sleepy version of Alex because he knows it's only a matter of time before that busy, busy brain of his starts overthinking. So every morning Henry takes his time admiring a still Alex. There is a lot to admire - did he mention the curls and the eyelashes? His fingers move to Alex's broad, fit chest and stop to rest over the part of Alex he admires most...his big, beautiful heart. "Not only is it Saturday" Alex grumbles "but it looks like a beautiful fucking Saturday and we don't even get to spend it together". "I know, love". Alex's pouty face is so damn cute Henry reaches over and kisses him on the nose. "I wish we could spend the whole day together, just us." They both had committed plans that day. Alex had brunch with an old school friend he hadn't seen in years. Henry couldn't join because he was going to be tied up with an event planner. He'd been busy lately planning a black tie gala with proceeds going to a newly opened youth center that specialized in outreach within the queer community. The peaceful moment was broken by both their phones buzzing mere seconds apart. "Oooh good news" Henry's eyes light up. "My event planner is hoping it's not terribly inconvenient of her to reschedule. This is perfect, now I can come to brunch and -" "Let me stop you right there" Alex interrupts "brunch is cancelled . Matty's kid is sick." Alex's eyes widen "H, fuck...did you just wish that into reality? Quick, wish for free pizza for life! No, a million more wishes! Wait..should we end war?" Henry jokingly covers Alex mouth. "Love, calm down. I already made my wish - a day just for us and it came true. That's all I want." Both were wide awake now. A whole day with no commitments before them. This was such a rare event the room felt almost heavy with excitement and the anticipation of what they could do with this gift. "I see your brain whirling Alex" laughs Henry "but hear me out before you spit out a hundred different ideas." "Let's have one perfect day. Do anything we want. Do everything we want. Do nothing if we want. You get the idea. Only it's just us all day. As far as anyone else is concerned we're both busy all day" Alex looks at his perfect boyfriend, with his perfect ideas and is all in. "Fuck baby, let's do it. Let's have ourselves a perfect day."
"Soooo there is no rush to get out of bed. Now, what is one perfect thing we could do?" In one fluid motion Alex throws one leg over Henry's waist and straddles him. Nothing between them but the fabric of their underwear. Alex's cock is already hard as he ever so slowly starts to grind down on Henry. An almost leisurely rhythm, rolling his hips back and forth he can feel Henry coming to life underneath him. He leans forward and his fingers trail lines across Henry's chest. "I mean"...he kisses Henry's lips. "I have a few ideas"...a kiss to Henry's neck that instantly blisses him out. "But I am not sure what is"...kisses down his chest. "Perfect" His mouth is now hovering over the waistband of Henry's boxers. "Fuck you really are committed to this bit aren't you?" Henry's attempt at banter is broken by his own hitched breathing. "I just want to make sure my beautiful boy is getting what he wants" His tongue is still over the waistband and maddeningly not yet under it. Henry moans. He gets such a rush every time Alex calls him that - his beautiful boy. "You're really gonna make me spell it out for you?" Henry groans. Alex's fingers are now dancing at Henry's waist as he looks up at him with an absolutely devilish grin. Henry is so hot, so hard that he breaks first. "Fine, the most perfect thing you could do is get that mouth on my cock and suck me off until I beg you to stop." In the blink of an eye Alex has Henry's boxers off and chucked over his shoulder. He moves off Henry only long enough to remove his own pair. Henry quickly shimmy's up so that his elbows are resting on top of a couple pillows and he can look down at Alex who has positioned himself between those perfect thighs. Although they have all the time in the world Alex can feel Henry's need for a quick release. He expertly takes Henry whole in his mouth, sliding up and down while using a hand to mimic the same motion. Occasionally he pull off and lets his thumb rub over the tip which makes Henry jerk upward every time. His other hand is massaging Henry's inner thigh. Soft slow circles in comparison with the quick , yet steady work Alex is putting in on his cock and Henry is unravelling quickly. Henry's hands nonstop running through Alex's hair - his curls growing ever more wild and glorious by the second. Every so often he gathers them up and gently pulls which makes Alex moan directly onto Henry's cock and it's like he can feel the vibration through his whole body. "Yes Alex, yes. Just like that. You are doing so good. You know how to make me feel so good." When Henry's cries become more aimed at God than Alex it means he is close. Alex takes his mouth off and moves it to Henry's open and waiting one. He'd been biting his bottom lip and fuck if it wasn't swollen and pink and perfectly kissable. Alex loves to kiss Henry as he comes. He loves to press his chest to Henry and feel the wild thump of his heart and the waves that pulse though him as his orgasm takes over. He loves to feel Henry so needy and kissing him so greedily and moaning all his desires against Alex's lips. His keeps his hand between them and strokes hard and fast until Henry comes all over his fist with his bottom lip between Alex's teeth. "Fuck. Fuck." Henry takes all of two seconds to catch his breath before he grabs Alex and rolls him over to lay flat on his back beside him. He reaches over and takes Alex's hard cock in his hand, precome already beading the tip. It doesn't take Alex long to come in his own glorious wave. A few quick jerks, some skillful wrist action. In the end it was Henry gazing at him so openly and intently, nothing but pure lust on his face and a low voice saying "now let me take care of you. Come for me baby, such a good boy". After a few minutes of vacantly staring at the ceiling Henry goes for a washcloth and they clean each other up and lie back. The cool, crisp breeze still blowing dries their sweat soaked skin. "Off to a brilliant start" Henry says with a little laugh. "Now the next most important decision - breakfast in or breakfast out?" "Out" Alex replies immediately. "I want coffee and croissants from that place on the corner" They get up and shower, separately for fear they may never make it to breakfast.
Half an hour later they are strolling hand in hand down the street. Alex feels like he is floating. The temperature is perfect. The sun is shining down, practically beaming off Henry, radiating off his perfectly porcelain skin and settling almost like a halo over his golden hair. Sometimes -ok a lot of the time - he would catch a glimpse of Henry and his heart would swell, his stomach would flutter with a thousand butterflies, his mouth would go dry and yet his palms wet. He would wonder if love ever actually short circuited a body. To him Henry was a sky full of stars on a pitch black night. A blanket after you've come in from a storm. When life inevitably spiraled and he felt nothing was in his control Henry was his comfort. A steady fixed point like a lighthouse guiding him home. As they reach the coffee house Alex has to almost imperctibly shake his head to get out of his love bubble. As Alex goes to place their order Henry sits back, adoration shining from his face as he watches him. Alex was clearly gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome was such a cliché, but damn if it didn't accurately describe him. How he adored Alex - his love, the most precious thing in the world to him. A big ball of energy, his body always buzzing with ideas and thoughts and Henry relished hearing every one of them. He kept Henry on his toes and opened his world up to adventure and possibilities he never dared dream before. While he vibrated with life on the outside, on the inside he could become paralyzed with insecurity. His heart had an almost infinite space for love, kindness and compassion but it was like his brain sometimes couldn't connect and he would start to doubt everything. But Alex was funny, warm, charming and so smart and Henry made it his life mission to remind him of that at every turn. He would not let him doubt himself, not for one second. They sat for awhile, taking their time sipping coffee and savouring the rich, buttery croissants. The conversation flowed easily as it always does. Alex regaled Henry with stories about the hijinks he and Matty used to get into. In the event Henry was free to join them whenever they rescheduled brunch he felt an obligatory need to to pre-warn of the more embarrassing stories Matty was bound to tell. "Alex, love" Henry finally interrupts "no story ever told about you would surprise me. I have no misconceptions about your youth at all." His eyes were twinkling as he said it and Alex laughed. "Ok, Ok..so it looks like we are done here. Sex and breakfast were my ideas so by the time I clean up this table the next perfect idea is on you."
"I already know what I want to do. Follow me" Henry takes Alex's hand, fingers intertwined as they always were, as they step onto the crowded sidewalk and leads him a couple blocks over until they reach a local bookstore. "Why am I not surprised?" Alex muses. Henry loves to read, he finds it relaxing and most nights while Alex studies Henry is curled up beside him with a book. Alex can appreciate a good book too but sometimes after reading textbooks for hours on hours the words of a novel will start to swim before his eyes and he ends up abandoning it far before he actually wants to. Recently though they discovered that Alex really fucking likes being read to. To stretch out with his head in Henry's lap, to close his eyes and let Henry's smooth, even voice wash over him and transport him to another world. It unwinds his mind and soothes his soul so it has become a bit of a nightly ritual. They happily browse the stacks and discuss possibilities of what to read next. They playfully argue over genres and authors and how many books is really to many to buy at one time. They finally leave with three new books for Henry's TBR pile and one to read together. "Alright, building off this idea" Henry starts "how do you feel about going home and packing a little lunch, grabbing a blanket and going to the park? Maybe start our book?" Alex readily agrees and so a short time later they find themselves doing exactly like that. The day has gotten warmer so Henry shrugs off his cardigan, Alex his hoodie and together lie back on the impossibly soft blanket Henry chose for them. They spend hours watching clouds float by and beaming so deeply in each others eyes it surely bordered on nausea-inducing for anyone else in their vicinity. They sipped on sparkling cider and ate cheese, crackers and fresh fruit. Henry read to Alex and it was perfect. Yeah people walking by did double takes but who cares. Let the world know that Alex Claremont-Diaz likes being read to. Maybe he'd start a reading kink trend. Not the most scandalous thing he'd been caught doing by far. Finally they packed up their belongings and stretched their long limbs loose. "My turn for an idea again!" Alex says enthusiastically. "How about a museum? Dinosaurs for me and a Greek mythology exhibit for you. Best of both worlds". Alex and Henry were so always so busy they never got opportunities to play tourist in their own city and today seemed the ideal time. They explore the museum like giddy kids showing each other their favourite pieces and trying to one up each other with their respective knowledge. When they saw all they needed to see they turned to each other and both started at the same time." Now, how about - " "Do you want to - " "God, we really are annoyingly cute with how in touch we are. How do other people stand us?" Alex laughs as he presses a kiss to Henrys cheek. "What I was gonna say is how about spending the rest of our time at home? Cook dinner together and watch a movie." "You took the words right out of my mouth" Henry is smiling that perfect smile. If Alex ever found himself frozen solid that smile is all it would take to melt him, it filled him with so much warmth. "Let's go home."
Henry always internally thrilled at that word. Home. After living his whole life in a place that never felt like his, always under someone else's constant rules and scrutiny this was the first time he could understand what that word meant. Alex, this beautiful man that he loves so fiercely, is his home. Once there they change into their comfiest clothes. Henry in grey sweats and a navy crewneck that splendidly sets off his eyes and perfect complexion. Alex wears a pair of flannel pj bottoms and a white t-shirt that hugs his chest just right and looks divine against his tan skin and dark hair. They get to work cooking a simple carbonara. Alex does the bulk of the cooking while Henry the ever-ready sous chef does what he can to help, until he decides to hinder instead. He comes up behind Alex and presses his chest tight to his back. His hand comes around to the front of Alex pants, fiddling with the tie that holds them up. "I'm never one to tell you to cool it but I'm kinda up against boiling water here" Alex laughs. One whole second later and its "Oh fuck it!" He pushes Henry a few steps back and pins him against the island. He kisses him with all the passion he has. It's a deep, all encompassing kiss. Its a kiss that says "you belong to me and I belong to you. Forever." Henry responds so willingly, so openly. He could live and die in this kiss. They pull apart only after hearing the inevitable hiss and splash of the pasta water boiling over. "Fine, fine I give" Henry chuckles "for now." "Fuck H, you kill me, you really do" Alex fakes because being tempted by Henry is his reason for living at times. "Go cue up a movie and let me finish this in peace" he orders. Henry flips around and finally settles on a movie they'd seen before and loved. Comforting enough for them to enjoy but nothing they'd need to concentrate on. Alex comes in and sets two beers on the coffee table before leaving and returning with two delicious looking plates. By the time the movie is half done the dishes are sitting in the kitchen sink - tomorrows problem - and they're wrapped up in each other. They watch the rest while Henry absentmindedly runs his fingers through Alex's hair and Alex hazily draws shapes with his fingers on Henry's thighs. Tomorrow will be here to soon. Alex will spend the day studying and Henry will have to return all the messages he blatantly ignored today. There would be responsibility and pressure and just life in general. But now, this moment, the day they had spent and the night still left, belonged to them. The only two people in the world. A blissful togetherness of peace and solitude they so desperately craved and deserved. They get up flicking off lights, and the tv and stand for a moment in the darkened room, just a sliver of moonlight shining through the window. Alex stretches out a hand to Henry "let's go to bed my beautiful boy." That pet name that turns Henry inside out. "Bed, my love" Henry confirms and they climb the steps to their room. Henry turns on a small lamp in the corner and turns to find Alex already on the bed, his open arms waiting for him to fill that space. To fit next to him, completing two halves of a whole. Henry lies on top of Alex pressing himself down, he needs to feel every square inch of him. They stay like that for a few minutes recounting their day. Confirming it was indeed perfect. Affirming each to the other that they are perfect. Alex reaches his hands under Henry's sweatshirt and Henry responds by sitting up, straddling Alex and slowly pulling it slowly over the back of his head. Alex comes off the bed too and Henry helps him out of his t-shirt. Henry, now in Alex's lap presses their chests together again. Feeling each others hearts beat, running hands up and down and over each other while they kiss. Yet unspoken wants between them again but this time they know there is no rush. They are going to take their time and appreciate each other. Treat this with reverence, treasure every second. They kiss and kiss and kiss. They tumble from slow and caring to deep and hot to all tongues and teeth and bitten lips. They kiss until their lips are swollen, their skin flushed, both achingly hard. They break apart and Alex lays back down, his breath catching as Henry agonizingly slowly pulls his pants down and off. Eases himself out of his own sweatpants. Returns back to Alex's mouth once more before beginning a trail of strategically placed kisses down his body. That spot where his neck meets his shoulder that makes him shiver. That spot on his chest where Henry sucks until he hears Alex gasp. That spot on his stomach where he expertly uses his tongue on Alex's abs until he is wriggling with pleasure. That spot on his pelvis where he knows Alex will begin to lose himself. True to form Alex starts again "fuck Henry fuck, you kill me. You must want me actually dead. You gotta....You gotta..." "Gotta... what darling? Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want to feel." Alex manages to unroll his eyes from the back of his head and locks them on Henry. "I want you." "You have me love. In every universe, in every lifetime I am yours. Now tell me what you want right here, right now" "Your mouth. Please baby. I want to feel your mouth on my cock." Henry takes Alex in full, still moving with slow deliberation. He holds Alex's hips down so he can control all the movement. Alex desperately trying to move only so he can feel Henry's fingers pressing harder against him to hold him down. Up and down he sucks and licks, swirling his tongue over the tip. Over and over until Alex can't contain himself any longer. "Um H, you may be acting like we have all the time in the world but I can ensure you that I don't." "Point taken" Henry murmurs as he moves his mouth off Alex's cock and starts kissing his way back upward. When he makes his way back to his mouth Alex is whimpering. "Henry let me now, let me make you feel so good". They come apart while Alex fumbles for the lube, he's practically shivering after burning so hot under Henry's touch. Somehow Alex musters the strength Henry had shown, relishing in his turn to make Henry squirm and beg for it. He lubes up and circles Henry's rim for a moment before pushing a finger in and delighting in the sound Henry makes, knowing that he, and only he, can make Henry sound like that Two fingers now and Henry cries out a string of profanities as Alex crooks them just right. Three fingers and Henry is desperately whispering Alex's name over and over while thrusting against him. When he is sure Henry is ready he removes his fingers. Henry moans so deeply it pulses through Alex like lightening. "Please love, I need you inside me" Alex spreads more lube and sinks into Henry and they begin a rhythm they know like the back of their hands. They press their foreheads together and silently vow it will be like this always. Theirs is a forever kind of love. It fills them up and fuels their fire for each other. They are both utterly and completely undone now. Their movements get more frenzied and Alex hooks his elbow under Henry's knee so he can take him deeper. Henry wraps his legs around Alex and Alex is so overcome for a moment he feels almost out of body as they cry out each others names. "You are so good H. You take it so good" Henry reaches down to take Alex's hard cock in his hand and begins to stroke in time with Alex's thrusts. "You...you.." he stops to incoherent to speak. "I'm gonna come" Henry gasps "please Alex, come for me too". They both tip over the edge, free falling. They cling to each other and ride out wave after wave of pleasure. When they are both to sensitive to continue Alex rolls off and lays his head on Henry's slick, in a glistening kind of way, chest. The only sound is heavy breathing and hearts beating. The only feeling is Henry's hands in Alex's hair and Alex placing tiny, fluttering kisses over Henry's heart. Finally they clean up and spend a few minutes laughing and generally delighting in their love for each other. They fall asleep that night delirious in their happiness, with perfectly tangled arms and legs and perfectly tangled hearts.