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They take the morning slowly. Things just feel more relaxed here, more peaceful. Maybe it’s the cozy bed and breakfast they’ve been staying in, or maybe it’s the sunshine. Alex is more than content to be woken up with featherlight kisses to his skin. He finds himself exchanging soft kisses with Henry for an unknown amount of time before there is a knock at the door.
Henry pulls away. “I ordered breakfast.”
Alex smiles at him and has to give him another kiss before he lets him get up. Henry pretty much always makes sure they’re taken care of. He’s found so many wonderful places to eat, has literally ordered food for Alex in multiple languages, and ensures there’s always some cinnamon for his coffee. He has never had anyone to care for him like this, to make sure that he is eating and drinking enough, that he’s happy. Of course, he’s had his parents and June, but his dad moved out when he was little, his mom had no time for him once he hit double digits, and June lives across an ocean. No one else has come into his life and taken the time to care for him. He didn’t realize this was something he craved in a relationship until he found himself being given everything he could possibly want by a British man with a heart just as gentle as his mouth.
Henry prepares his tea wrapped up in yet another hotel’s white robe. As it steeps, he adds some sugar, a bit of milk, and a sprinkle of cinnamon to another mug. Alex doesn’t even know when he told Henry how he likes his coffee, he just seems to know.
Alex sits up against the headboard and accepts the coffee with one hand when it's offered to him. He uses his other hand to tug Henry closer by the back of his thigh. Henry takes the hint and carefully straddles Alex without spilling a single drop of tea.
“That was so fucking classy, baby. Did they teach you that in finishing school?” He teases as he wraps an arm around Henry’s waist.
Henry blushes, but keeps his composure. He sips his tea casually, with a pinky out and everything. Alex pinches his side and earns a smile and a tug on his hair. Henry’s hand rests on the back of his neck, his fingertips still tangled in the strands. He licks a stray drop from his lips. He definitely didn’t need to be that thorough about it, Alex isn’t even sure if anything got on his lip. He’s fairly certain Henry is just trying to torture him.
“Behave, Alexander,” his voice is low and still a little gravelly from sleep. His full name in Henry’s slightly admonishing tone sends a zip of electricity up his spine. Alex nearly drops his coffee cup, his other hand flexing against Henry’s waist. “Careful, love.” Henry steadies his coffee with his own hand. “We don’t want to leave even more of a mess for the housekeeping staff, now do we?”
All Alex can do is whine. He feels a bit pathetic, but with the way Henry smirks into his tea cup, he can’t find it in himself to care. He wouldn’t mind ruining these sheets beyond repair. His cheeks heat at the thought of all of the sheets they’ve ruined in a multitude of countries. He sends up a prayer asking for forgiveness from the cleaning staff. But, if they saw Henry, he’s sure they’d understand.
His focus is pulled back to Henry with fingers gently tugging at his hair again. “You okay?”
Alex hums, his mind still reeling with the night before. His muscles are pleasantly sore again and he can feel remnants of Henry on every inch of him. Whether the ache is from hickies or finger shaped bruises or scratches on his back or the strain of his thighs – his body screams HenryHenryHenry the same way his mind does.
“Just thinking about you.”
Henry hums and scratches at Alex’s scalp. Maybe he should also be embarrassed by how he leans into the touch and closes his eyes, but he’s never had to hide himself from Henry. Right now, in this little bubble of morning light, none of the shame he usually feels can touch him. He is safe in Henry’s hands, something that has been proven to him time and time again. Something Henry tells him with each swipe of his tongue and press of his fingers. He massages it into every ache on Alex’s body each time he touches him. Alex doesn’t know when he started waxing poetic about Henry in his mind, wonders if he’s been doing it for a while without noticing.
The clink of the teacup on the nightstand and the shifting of Henry’s body tethers him to Earth this time. He opens his eyes to find Henry searching his face. He places his hands on Alex’s cheeks.
“My love, drink your coffee. We have to get ready to go soon.” Henry swipes a finger along his cheekbone and kisses his forehead before getting up. Alex holds back his pathetic whine at the loss of his weight, but Henry notices anyway. “I’m going to pack up our stuff for the boat, okay? Then, we’ll sunscreen before we go.”
Alex nods silently and is rewarded with a press of Henry’s lips to his own. He doesn’t know why he’s in such a daze right now. Maybe because everything is so calm here, or maybe it’s due to the aforementioned feeling of HenryHenryHenry , perhaps it’s because his mind is clouded and feels like it will be until he shares how he is feeling. But, he doesn’t want to love bomb, which is something he never really heard of until June mentioned it in their group chat last night. Maybe he has been too much, maybe Henry has been influenced by Alex’s intense feelings and displays of affection. He wants to ask Nora for the numbers on if he really has been unintentionally manipulating Henry, but he’s scared to know the answer. He doesn’t think that’s what he’s doing, he’s not intentionally trying to make Henry love him. He just, well, he just fell so hard off a cliff and feels like Henry's right there with him holding his hand. He just can’t parse if he pulled Henry with him, or if he jumped willingly. Henry did kiss him first. Henry did make a lot of the first moves. This is mutual, it has to be. But, it is supposed to be casual. He can’t even hop back on his train of thought, he is busy falling through all of these metaphors and memories.
“Darling, your coffee has gone cold.” There’s a gentle hand on his shoulder, and another taking the mug from his hand. “Want me to make you another? There’s more in the pot I made.”
Alex shakes his head. “I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
He nods and turns to drape his legs over the side of the bed. Henry fits between them perfectly. He looks up into Henry’s eyes and something settles in his chest. When Henry is around, his mind is able to quiet. Because no matter what his brain says, or what he learned on his love bombing deep drive, this is real. He knows it is, feels it in his fucking bones.
He glides his hands up Henry’s waist, over his pecs, his thumbs sliding under the chain of his key necklace, until he reaches his shoulders and pushes the robe away. It falls gracelessly to the floor, revealing all of Henry to him.
“Now, let’s get you lathered up in sunscreen, baby. Can’t have these cheeks any pinker than usual.”
Henry swats at him, but giggles when Alex tickles his fingers at his sides. He gets a good grip on his waist and pulls Henry on top of him, then flips them over on the bed. Alex blows a raspberry into his neck, which earns him some more breathless laughter and smacks to his back.
“You’re a dreadful, unmitigated demon, and I don’t know how you walked through the Vatican without bursting into flames.”
Alex pulls back enough so he can see Henry’s flushed face. “You thank God every day that you met me.”
Henry scoffs. “Someone’s cocky.”
“Someone didn’t deny it.” He leans in for a kiss, and Henry pushes his face away.
“Go get the sun lotion, I put it on the night table before you tackled me.”
“Whatever you desire, your Majesty.”
Henry rolls his eyes dramatically and goes to flick Alex’s forehead, but he gets up before the fingers make contact with him.
Alex grabs the bottles on the nightstand, his eyes catching on the nearly empty bottle of lube. Thank fuck Henry packed like three of those things. Alex had the foresight to only take one tiny travel packet. He doesn’t let himself stew in the jealousy of Henry packing that in hopes of having other partners on the trip. It’s hypothetical, and even so, he’d have no right to be jealous if they weren’t together. The more hopeful side of him likes to believe Henry always knew they’d end up in bed together and anticipated the need for excessive lube.
Henry sits up in the center of the bed and they sit across from each other. They could apply sunscreen to their own faces, but where is the fun in that? Alex is very generous in the amount he rubs into Henry’s skin. They take turns applying the lotion to each other’s bodies, all the way down to their toes. It is so oddly intimate, but Alex is surprised they haven’t done this before. At least, not this thoroughly.
“Can you get my back?” Henry asks before he turns around and hands off the bottle.
Alex takes it and massages the lotion into Henry’s alabaster skin. It has tanned slightly over the past few weeks, but there is still a stark contrast between his hand and Henry’s back. He is expertly thorough, not allowing for any of the skin to go unprotected. He takes this as an opportunity to rub some of the tension from Henry’s shoulders and neck. Henry leans into his touch and unabashedly moans.
He goes ridged once he realizes the sound came from him. “I’m sorry, I –”
Alex cuts him off, digging his thumb in that spot again. “It’s okay, baby, relax. It’s just me.”
Henry’s shoulders relax again and he drops a kiss in between them, uncaring of the taste of sunscreen. He continues for a few more minutes, Henry letting his little sounds break free all the while. Once he leans further back into Alex’s space, Alex wraps his arms around his waist and snuggles his face into his neck. Their skin is tacky and sticks together a bit where his chest meets Henry’s back.
“I think you’re good now, baby.”
Henry hums. “Thank you.” They stay like that for a moment before Henry pats at his hand. “Now, let me do you.”
“Okay, vers king.”
Henry glares at him and Alex can’t help the smile that stretches across his face.
“I am never allowing you and Pez to be alone in a room together.” Henry shakes his head as he turns to kneel in front of Alex.
Alex’s brain is not firing at enough cylinder to process that on his own. “What?”
“He texted me that the other night. Turn around.” Henry gestures with his finger for Alex to do so, but he stays put.
His jaw drops a bit. “ The Percy Okonjo hears about our sex life?”
Henry’s blush starts to spread to his ears. “Mayhaps.”
“Oh, you so talked about how great of a lay I was at brunch.”
“If you don’t turn around –”
“Oh, to be a fly on the wall. What did you discuss?” Alex leans further into his space. “Did you tell him how many times I’ve made you come? About how desperate you are for me?” Henry’s eyes grow hungrier with each word. Alex takes it as encouragement to keep going. “How much of a slut you are?”
Henry’s jaw drops around a moan. Alex nips at his jaw, and Henry stretches out his neck for more access.
“Alex – Baby,” he pants. Alex nearly forgot how much Henry liked this side of him. “We have to – oh, fuck .” Alex scrapes his teeth down Henry’s neck. He sucks at Henry’s collarbone, one of his hands going for Henry’s cock that has steadily been getting harder by the second. Before his hand can make contact, Henry pushes at his shoulder. “We have a reserved time at the dock,” he says breathlessly. “Now, turn around and let me get your back before I tie you to the bedpost and we never get out of this room.”
Alex’s cock twitches at that. “Will you use one of your sailor knots, sweetheart?” He smirks at the way Henry’s fingers twitch.
Henry surges forward to kiss Alex with such an urgency he can’t help but smile. Their teeth clank together before he sucks Henry’s bottom lip between his own.
With frantic touches and tongues, they get each other off as fast as possible. It is a wonder how well they know each other’s bodies, how they know exactly what to do to send the other catapulting over the edge at high velocity. Henry, ever the king of efficiency, rubs sunscreen into Alex’s skin as he lays against the sheets, panting after coming in record time. Alex feels comfortable with Henry’s weight resting on his thighs as he ensures Alex’s back is fully protected from harsh UV rays.
“Christ, I didn’t even know a back could be this muscular.”
That punches a laugh out of Alex. “Hm, the wonders of weightlifting.”
Henry runs his hands appreciatively down his back, with no other intention in mind than to just reverently touch him. “Your body is insane.”
“What was that, baby?” He heard him perfectly well, but he can’t help but be a little shit.
“I said, ‘You’re insane.’”
“Sure you did, sunshine.”
Henry smacks at his back before dismounting off of him. He throws a pair of swim trunks at Alex’s head when he doesn’t make any move to get up.
“Come on, darling. We’re behind schedule.”
-
As they approach the small, white sailboat Alex asks if he can be of any help. Henry places a large hand onto the small of his back, the warmth of his palm seering through the thin fabric of Alex’s button up. He smiles at him and says, “No, love. Just sit and look pretty.”
Alex beams back at him. “My specialty.”
As expected, Alex is little help when it comes to getting the boat out onto the gulf. But, he’s content to carry their belongings and stay out of Henry’s way as he prepares the boat.
Alex drapes himself against a railing dramatically, and asks, “Am I sitting prettily enough for you, baby?”
He can’t see Henry’s eye roll behind his sunglasses, but he feels it all the same. “Gorgeous, darling.”
“Let me know if I get too distracting.”
“Oh, you’re always a distraction.” Henry walks over to him and kisses him swiftly. Alex’s hands immediately go to rest on his hips. “But, I’m starting to become immune to your wiles.” He gives Alex a playful grin.
“Is that so?” Alex angles his head and leans further into Henry’s space.
“This has no effect on me whatsoever,” Henry insists. Even if Alex didn’t know it was a part of a bit, he sees how his lips part around a gasp when he presses their hips together.
“You are literally such a liar.”
They stay there in a stalemate for a few moments, tension and panted breaths filling the inches between them. Just when he thinks Henry is about to break, Alex smacks his ass and is rewarded with a yelp.
“Get to it, sailor. I was promised to sail the high seas.”
Henry puts a hand over Alex’s face and pushes gently. “You’re so annoying.” Alex licks his hand and another surprised sound leaves Henry’s lips. Henry pulls his hand away and wipes it down the front of Alex’s open shirt. “Maybe I brought you out here to finally kill you and dispose of the body. Ever think of that?” He pushes against Alex’s shoulder gently as to mimic pushing him overboard, but not actually doing anything to knock him off balance.
Alex’s hands fly back to his hips and hold on for support. “Push me overboard, and I’ll pull you in with me, sweetheart.”
Henry looks over his shoulder at the water below them, both of his hands braced on Alex’s chest. “Hm, I could use a little swim.”
“Go hoist a sail or whatever.” Alex pushes him away.
Henry leaves his space, his laughter following him as he goes to prepare them for the water.
Alex listens to Henry explain everything he’s doing. He looks at him with a smile on his face as he goes on about sails and knots and other nautical things Alex doesn’t process. Henry looks so good in designer sunglasses and his lips are quite distracting and his hair is already tousled by the breeze. Alex is too busy memorizing all the details of him at this very moment to remember anything else. He listens, though, and hums and responds when needed. Henry is so passionate about this in a way Alex didn’t expect. Now as he watches him adjust the large sails, he can imagine a much younger Henry being guided by the kind, caring hands of Arthur Fox. Henry hasn’t mentioned his dad yet today, but Alex remembers being told who taught him all of this.
As they start to drift out into the water, Henry watches everything with his hands on his hips. He looks at home here, on this small boat, with the water stretching in front of him.
Henry looks back at him and smiles, the sun haloing around his golden hair. “Everything is good.”
He looks beautiful with a blue shirt that is half buttoned and his beige shorts that go to his mid-thigh. Alex was so very normal about how those thick thighs would flex each time Henry squatted to adjust something. His eyes trail lower, and yes, Henry is in those damn boat shoes. He joked about how he wouldn’t be caught dead with the man when he wore them, but here he is, proud to be at his side. That phone call was only a few weeks ago, but feels like so much longer. It is hard to reconcile who they are to each other now with who they were not even a month ago. He never expected them to become actual friends, let alone to have fallen ass over tits in love with him.
“So, what do we do now?” Alex asks.
Henry’s smile widens as he approaches. He pushes his sunglasses back into his hair and Alex can finally see how wonderfully blue his eyes look next to the water. He wraps his arms around Alex’s neck. Alex’s own hands reflexively find their place on his waist.
“We relax. We have some snacks packed, some wine.” He angles his head downward. “We can do some of this.” He presses his lips to Alex’s own. It starts out chaste, but neither of them pull away.
Alex is content to kiss him again and get lost in the warmth of the sun that feels like it is coming from inside of his chest.
They have a bit of wine and finish off their snacks. Alex is perched up against the side of the boat, Henry snug at his side. They both take in the beautiful scene that surrounds them and steal quick glances at the person beside them. Henry has caught Alex staring on more than one occasion, but in his defense the only reason he was caught is because Henry looked his way. They haven’t talked much today, mainly happy to bask in the sun and the other’s presence.
Henry leans his head on Alex’s shoulder, then breaks the quiet. “What’s something you’ve never told anyone before?”
Alex thinks for a moment. He’s quite the yapper, if he’s not over sharing in a public setting, he definitely is in a private one. Nora and June practically lived in this brain growing up and he will still text them random thoughts that run through his head. He’s found himself being extremely honest with Henry, and babbles at him a lot.
He shrugs. “I’m a pretty open book. And you know me, I love to yap.”
Henry hums. “You do like the sound of your own voice, yes.” He gasps in faux offense and Henry gives him a playful grin. “So, maybe just something not a lot of people know about you.”
Again, he feels like people know him, well, they know a version of him. Most people, including some people that he’s gotten close to, know this curated version of himself that he projects out into the world. A lot of it is a show, the most universally appealing Alex Claremont-Diaz — America’s Sweetheart and Heartthrob, the boy next door who is a little too attractive to be innocent, but also isn’t overly untoward. He tries to remember who he was before he started doing all of that, but so much of it stems back to him playing the perfect son for his parents to mask his undiagnosed ADHD to take something off of their plate. If he was perfect enough, if maybe he was a little less, his mom would work less or his parents would stop arguing. Clearly, none of that worked. And, who was he in high school? When he stopped being in school musicals and the debate team to start filling the role of jock rather perfectly. He wasn’t a dumb jock by any means, but unless someone peeked at his grades or heard him go off on a tangent in class, none would be the wiser. He thinks of all the things he’s shared in interviews, things he thinks only those closest to him know. Thinks about everything he has spilled to Henry before. He knows about Liam, he knows so much of the inner workings of Alex’s mind. He feels utterly known .
“Love?” There’s a gentle hand on his cheek that calls him back to the present. Back to the deck he’s laying on, the smell of saltwater, and the sound of waves crashing. “You don’t have to give me your darkest secret. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I just, you know me so well, I think.”
“There has to be something I don’t know.”
Alex tries not to get lost in his head again and just focuses on the clear blue of Henry’s eyes, the freckles that have bloomed across his cheeks, the plush lips he has felt on every inch of his skin. He finds himself lost in Henry instead.
“What about —” Henry stops to ponder for a moment, “Actually, I do know that.”
“See, harder than you thought.”
“Oh I got one!” He lifts himself up to his knees and is practically bouncing with the anticipation of learning something new about Alex. His knee is pressed against Alex’s bare thigh, and he rests a hand on his abdomen. “What did you want to be when you grew up?”
He has to take a minute to think, not only because he wasn’t expecting that to be the question, but also because of Henry’s delicate fingers brushing the coarse hair that trails down into his swimsuit. He blows past model because that was never really in the plan, also bypasses lawyer because Henry knows that and really that was to emulate his parents. Perhaps Jedi at one point or Batman, but those were silly fantasies of a small child. He thinks about the elaborate stories he’d act out with June, about how pretending to be another person would take up so much of his mental capacity that his brain could slow down a bit and focus on one task. He finds himself remembering just how much he loved doing those shows in middle school, how learning those lines felt like such an accomplishment, and how proud he was when his parents were in the audience. He remembers asking how that guy got to be Luke Skywalker if he’s not really a guy from space and how that got to be his job. He remembers announcing to his family at dinner that he was going to be an actor when he grew up.
“You just unlocked some memories, Jesus Christ.”
“You don’t have to — I’m sorry —“
“No, nothing bad, I just forgot what my aspirations were before I decided I had to be like my parents to make everyone happy.”
Henry nods at him to continue, his hand trailing along his body to get to Alex’s hand. He gently tangles their fingers together. “And?”
“I wanted to be an actor,” he says it with a bit of astonishment. That feels like something very important about himself that he just forgot. Well, more like compartmentalized so much that he ignored it for most of his life. He even took an acting class in college to fill an arts requirement because he figured it would help with public speaking. And, well, it did, but he also loved crafting characters and playing off of his classmates' dialogue. When Henry is quiet, he adds, “It’s okay to laugh.”
He squeezes his hand. “Alex, I would never.”
“I mean, not that you wouldn’t think it’s a real job, clearly. But, like, you knew someone who was amazing at it, and like what it actually takes to be one, and I was just a silly kid.”
“I don’t think it’s silly. I think it’s wonderful. I also wanted to be an actor for a bit. Being on those sets was amazing, and it was so cool to watch my dad work. He would tell these extraordinary stories and sometimes those were worlds much better than our own. I wanted to be like him so much, he was my hero.”
Alex places a comforting hand on his knee, but doesn’t interrupt. Henry starts to fidget with Alex’s fingers that he’s holding on to.
“But, I realized that I wanted to be a storyteller like my dad, just in a different way.”
“So, you wanted to be a writer when you grew up?”
Henry nods with a soft smile on his face. “Yeah, once I understood that I could tell and create stories as a job, that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to elicit emotion in people in the same way books and movies did for me.”
Alex catches his eye and says, “And, you are, H.”
Henry looks away bashfully. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Alex taps his knee, “for your wonderful words. Really, baby, you’ve affected so many people’s lives. I mean, just look at mine.” Henry’s eyes flick back to him again, and he continues, “I’m so thankful I picked up your book that day, which I wouldn’t have if you didn’t ask me to be a part of its cover art. So, thank you, really.” He didn’t expect to be so moved by this, but Henry genuinely changed his life even before they met. And now, Henry has reworked him on a molecular level. He will never be the person he was before Henry Fox came into his life, and he finds that to be the most amazing thing.
He’s about to apologize for putting Henry in an awkward position, because really, what can he say to that? Was it fair of him to even dump that on him?
Before he can spiral, Henry is leaning in and he lifts himself up, gravitating towards him like always. They kiss and it’s soft, but full of so much weight. He feels like maybe he can say it now, like maybe Henry is also feeling the same intensity as him. Maybe he won’t be scared of how much Alex is, he never has been before. But, when the kiss breaks and they rest their foreheads together, he doesn’t whisper the confession in the safe space between their lips.
Henry speaks first, “Can I admit something?”
“Always.” He tries not to get his hopes up for what the confession might be, but his heart stops all the same.
“I didn’t think we could book you.”
Alex pulls back in surprise. “Was I the only person you asked?”
“You were the only one I wanted. I had been enamored with you for some time.”
Henry isn’t looking at him, so Alex bends down to meet his eye. “Oh my God. Am I a thirst hire?” Henry’s face is bright pink. Alex leans in even closer. “Henry Fox, did you hire me so you could sleep with the talent?” Henry’s ears are starting to go red. “It’s kinda hot. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone put in that much effort to proposition me before.”
Henry shakes his head then finally meets his gaze. “I wasn’t going to proposition you. I had no sexual expectations of you.”
“But…”
“I did hope that perhaps we’d hit it off and you’d want to spend more time with me.”
“And, here I thought I was just the perfect Marco.”
“You are!” Henry shoves his head in his hands. “The second I saw your face on TikTok I knew that was what Marco needed to be.”
Alex laughs, not meanly. “My TikTok? Was it a thirst trap? Or me being silly? Or ranting about gerrymandering?” He leans in even closer. “What was it, baby?”
“A gym video,” Henry mutters behind his hands. “This is so embarrassing, please leave me out here to die.”
Alex grabs his hands and peels his fingers away from his face. “You had a crush on me,” he says smugly. He climbs over a blushing Henry, his hands still in Alex’s own. He playfully tries to break free, but puts up no real resistance. Alex leans in until their mouths are mere inches apart. “How embarrassing for you.”
“Oh, sod off,” Henry says without any heat.
Alex uses his grip on Henry’s hands and the weight of his body to push him down on the boards. He hovers over him, his thigh pressing against the sinfully thin fabric of Henry’s shorts. “ You had a crush on me .”
Henry juts out his chin to look tough, but in turn brings their lips even closer together. “And what about it?”
“ I had a crush on you ,” he admits and Henry gasps. “Was that not obvious?”
Henry furrows his brows and relaxes his hands. Alex intertwines their fingers and presses their hands down on the floor on either side of Henry’s head. “I have to say no, it was not. I thought you hated me.”
“ I thought you hated me.” Alex leans down into Henry’s space. He whispers his next words to his lips. “But, you just wanted to fuck me.”
Henry doesn’t shy away from him. “And, here you are admitting that you wanted the same.”
Alex’s eyes flick up to Henry’s own. “Are we both idiots? Could we have been doing this the whole time? Instead of knocking over a champagne tower, we could’ve been sneaking away to hook up in a coat closet?”
“Who says I would let you accost me in a closet?” Henry challengers.
Alex presses his body down into him, can feel Henry harden against his thigh. “You know I can feel how hard you are now, right? Could feel it that night too?”
“ Alex ,” Henry hisses.
“How likely is it that someone will see me go down on you out here?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, he immediately starts nipping at Henry’s neck.
“Angel, please,” Henry gasps out, pushing his hips up against Alex’s thigh.
Alex lets go of his hands so he can undo the last few buttons on Henry’s linen shirt. He looks up at Henry as he slides a hand along his waist. “Please, what? Should I stop?”
“No.” Henry’s hand flies to his hair and pushes his head down gently.
“God, it’s so sexy when you take what you want.” Alex bites kisses down his chest and abdomen. He tugs at his shorts, kisses right above his waistband before pulling them down to his thighs. Henry’s cock curves up to his stomach, almost fully hard already. Alex looks at him again, the perfect vision of windswept hair and sunkissed skin. “Take whatever you need, baby.”
He hears Henry’s head clunk against the deck when he takes him into his mouth. He focuses all of his energies on getting Henry off as quickly as possible. God forbid someone see Henry panting, his hips thrusting up into Alex’s mouth as he chases his pleasure, and his cheeks pink from more than just the sun. That vision is only for Alex to see, no one else’s.
Henry comes down Alex’s throat with a gasp and a small laugh. His body immediately relaxes against the deck. Alex kisses his bare hip once more before pulling his shorts back into place. He rests his head on Henry’s stomach and hugs him around the waist. He is so unbelievably content. Fingers tug at his hair and he looks up to see Henry smiling down at him.
“Come up here, let me take care of you.”
Alex shakes his head, his curls tickling Henry’s waist. “No, I’m good here, baby.”
He scratches Alex’s scalp and combs his fingers through his hair. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” He drops a kiss to his stomach. “Might rest here if that’s okay with you.”
Henry hums. “We can rest for a bit before I have to adjust the sails again.”
Alex tilts his head up. “Can I help this time?”
Henry’s nails scratch at his scalp. “Sure, love.”
“Yay,” he says quietly and snuggles back into Henry’s abdomen.
After a few moments of listening to the waves around them and enjoying Henry’s fingers in his hair, he starts to fall asleep.
“You should talk to Zahra about sending you out for auditions and finding an acting coach.”
He tilts his head up again. “You think so?”
“If it’s something you’d still want. Give your younger self that gift.”
Alex squeezes Henry’s waist. “Maybe I will.” He kisses the skin closest to him. “Thank you.”
“Of course, darling.”
“Hen?”
“Hm?”
“You should talk to Shaan about releasing your poetry book.”
“You haven’t even read any of my poetry.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“I’ll have to find one good enough to share.”
“I bet they’re all amazing.”
“I assure you, they are not.”
“Hey, no beating yourself up.” Alex pinches at his waist. “No shit talking my favorite writer on my watch.”
Henry’s face blooms that beautiful pink again. His fingers play with Alex’s on his side, then intertwines them. “I thought you were resting.”
“I am resting. I’m very content and relaxed while annoying you.”
Henry shakes his head fondly as Alex closes his eyes again. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been this happy.
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Alex didn’t say it on the boat. He nearly said it at the cute little restaurant they found for dinner, but decided against it. He doesn’t say it now. He thinks Henry might feel the same, thinks he knows that he loves him too. But, Alex has always been too much, he can’t scare Henry away with this. He’ll hold back until they’re in London, until they fall into some sort of normalcy there.
Now that they’re quickly approaching the end of their trip, he finds himself thinking about what London means for them. Would they stay like this once they’re no longer in their bubble? Will they go on dates like a normal couple? Are they a couple? He knows he can open his mouth and ask, but he doesn’t want to stop kissing Henry to speak. He remembers Henry saying this wouldn’t change things between them, but it has. They were never just a casual hook up, and he thinks that if that’s all that Henry wanted they wouldn’t have been attached at the hip for these past few weeks. It has changed everything between them, and has shifted something into place in Alex’s chest.
Henry tugs gently on his hair and pulls back. “Love?”
Alex opens his eyes and searches his face. “Why’d you stop?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” Henry smiles up at him.
He shoves his face in Henry’s neck and laughs. “I did that again, huh?”
Henry hums. “You did.” He pulls sharply on his curls. A shock of pain and pleasure zip through his body. “Guess I have to step up my game.”
Before Alex can apologize and assure Henry it is most certainly not him and that Alex’s chaotic brain is to blame, he is being flipped onto his back. He gasps for air as his head hits the pillow and Henry settles on his hips. He places his hands on Alex’s chest and trails them all the way up to cup his jaw, tweaking his nipples on their journey.
He leans into Alex’s space, his key necklace finding a home in the dip of his throat, and whispers, “I’m going to do some very bad things to you.”
Alex’s mind pauses, goes completely silent as Henry bites kisses along his neck. As he starts to process that he’s going to be absolutely devoured, all he can come up with is a breathless, “That’s my line.”
Henry smirks against his skin. “Hm, and I have on good authority that it results in mind blowing orgasms every time.”
Henry surges forward and kisses him like he might die if they didn’t start sharing the same breaths. Alex feels like he has melted into the sheets, he’s mailable to whatever Henry wants or needs him to be.
His hands grasp at Henry’s shoulders and scratch down his back as he grinds his hips down. They both gasp as their cocks brush. Alex is reminded of the first time he fucked Henry, back in Paris. When Henry took control and used those fucking polo thighs to ride him. He had never felt that close with another person before. Maybe it was the easy way they laughed together or the burning attraction between them finally setting them on fire. Maybe it’s because he’s loved Henry all long, way before his mind caught up, his body and soul knew it.
He thinks about how he rode Henry last night, how he never thought that he would reach that level of intimacy with anyone, but with Henry it’s like breathing. How he can still feel him whenever he shifts his hips. How much he loves that feeling, how much he wants Henry to feel that same way.
He hugs Henry close to his body and rolls on top of him. Henry laughs at the sudden movement, but goes easily.
“What do you want, baby?” Alex asks, a gentle hand trailing down Henry’s arm.
“You,” he whispers, like it’s a confession, something sacred between the two of them. “Anything with you.”
Alex cradles the top of Henry’s head and kisses him softly. Henry’s hands start mapping out the muscles on his back, and he uses his legs to pull him closer.
Henry pulls away and rests their foreheads together. “What do you want, my love?”
And, well, that feels like a loaded question. He knows Henry means what does he want in this moment, in this bed, just like when Alex asked the same of him moments before. But, maybe they both meant something deeper. Or maybe not. Alex might be spiraling a bit.
A sharp tug to his hair pulls him back to Henry. He sees the hungry look in his eyes, the way his pupils are blown, but also the adoration in them and maybe the swelling of tears. “I want you to ride me.” Henry gasps when Alex punctuates that statement with a kiss to his jaw. Alex all but presses his lips to his ear. “But, I want to open you up like this.” He grips Henry’s thigh with one hand, brushes his hair tenderly with the other. “I want to make you feel so good, mi cariño.”
“You do. You always do.”
“What if I shower you with kisses and featherlight touches until you can’t take it anymore?”
“Alex, please .” Henry keens.
“Then, you can do whatever you want to me. You decide when you’ve had enough, then you can have your filthy way with me.”
The left side of his lips lifts higher. “Well, get on with it then.”
Alex takes his time memorizing every single freckle and mole, kissing each as he tallies them. He pays special attention to Henry’s thighs, places them over his shoulders as he breaches him with one of his fingers.
This trip really helped him discover his favorite place in the world — his head between Henry George Edward James Fox’s thighs. He’s so in love that he’s memorized every single one of his middle names, the posh bastard. He opens Henry up torturously slow with one hand, holding his hips down with the other. Alex mouths along his thighs and ghosts a few kisses over his cock.
“Baby, please ,” Henry whines above him with a sharp pull to his hair.
He gazes up at Henry through his lashes. “Have you had enough?”
Henry presses on his upper back with his heel. “Oh, you’ve started?”
Alex crooks his fingers just so and hits his prostate. Henry bites his lips and tries not to react, but Alex felt the jolt all the same. “Hm, your body has seemed to notice. Catch up, sweetheart.”
“You’re so —,” Henry starts to pant out another quip, but Alex cuts him off by tonguing at the head of his cock.
Alex pulls back to smirk at him. “Talented?” He fucks his fingers against Henry’s prostate. “I know.”
He shivers above him, the grip on his curls getting tighter and tighter. Alex pulls his fingers out completely before Henry can even warn he's getting closer.
Henry’s body relaxes against the mattress at the loss of stimulation. He tugs Alex’s hair admonishingly. “Wanker.”
“Relax, your Majesty. I’m just getting more lube.”
He bites at the crook of Henry’s knee before slicking up another one of his fingers. Alex eases his fingers back into him and keeps up his agonizing pace. He takes Henry into his mouth and teases along his length with his tongue. He knows everything he’s doing feels good, but will just keep Henry at a low hum of arousal. He’ll speed up in increments, allow Henry to get worked up, then slows down again. He gets more than a few kicks to the back and tugs on his hair for that. He kind of wants to see what Henry will do when he’s sick of being edged and takes control. He also wants this to last as long as possible. It is the last night of their trip, and he intends on getting very little sleep.
Henry lasts a long time, but once Alex starts with the consistent dual stimulation, he starts to lose it. His ankles lock on Alex’s back and tug him closer, one hand rips at the sheets, the other pulling so hard at Alex’s curls that there’s a pleasant pain.
“Alex, Alex ,” he pants out as his thighs tremble.
Alex knows he’s close and loves hearing his name in that breathy tone. He can taste the salty precum on his tongue, feels Henry’s cock twitch each time he pushes against his prostate.
“Fuck,” he whispers. And, Alex loves pulling profanity from those plump lips. In one swift motion, he pulls out of Henry and off of his cock. That earns him another, “ Fuck ,” this one full of annoyance.
Alex leans up as much as he can with Henry’s legs around his neck. Henry loosens them a bit and then his thighs bracket Alex’s biceps. "What is it, baby?”
“Oh, you know damn well what it is.” Henry takes a breath, then levels Alex with a gaze. He looks like he’s calculating something.
His thighs tighten around Alex’s upper body, and then he’s being flipped onto his back. He stares up at the expanse of Henry’s sculpted abdomen and chest, his wide eyes trailing up until they meet Henry’s dark gaze.
“ Fuck, ” Alex mutters. “How did you even do that? Jesus, what else can you do with your thighs?” His hands find their way to Henry’s thighs where they frame his own chest and holds them reverently. Henry’s cock stands proudly, wet with both his own precum and Alex’s spit, curving toward his stomach. It’s so close to Alex’s mouth that he’s about to start salivating, but Henry is in control now so he doesn’t move.
“You just going to stare at me, or are you going to do something?”
“I kinda want you to ride my face too,” Alex blurts out. He barely understands the physics of that, but assumes it’s possible.
Henry lowers himself down Alex’s body until their faces are even. He cups Alex’s cheek with one hand, the other holding his weight. “I didn’t think you got to that chapter yet.”
Alex’s eyes go even wider. “What?”
“Oh, so you aren’t trying to recreate another scene? Fulfill another fantasy?”
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He swallows thickly and tries to keep his nervousness from his voice. “Would you, uh, teach me how to do it?”
“Oh, darling, I can teach you whatever you want. I quite literally wrote the book on it.”
“ Please .”
“Is that really what you want?”
Alex checks in with himself. He feels comfortable with this. He’s had quite a few girls sit on his face, and was fairly stellar at using his mouth at that angle, if he does say so himself. The mechanics can’t be that different and Henry knows what he’s doing. He’s almost shocked that he hasn’t offered to reciprocate rimming with Henry. Now, it’s all he wants. If he read the scene in question, he might’ve died if he couldn’t get his mouth on Henry instantly. Maybe it’s a good thing he barely made it past five pages earlier.
Henry brushes a thumb over his cheekbone. “Alex? You okay?”
He hums. “I’m good. Just thinking.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.” Henry smirks at him.
Alex pinches one of his thighs. “Asshole.”
Henry just leans in closer until Alex feels his breath fanning over his lips. “Let me do the thinking for you, love.”
Alex nods, their noses brushing. “I want to. Will your thighs be okay?”
Henry huffs out a laugh and pulls back a few inches. “I used to ride horses for hours at a time, might as well put that skill to use.”
That relieves Alex a bit. At least Henry won’t be pushing himself to give Alex what he wants. And he wants so much, too much . “You’re sure it’s not too much?”
Henry shakes his head and says, “Never too much.” He leans in and kisses all of his worries away.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Oh no, darling, I’m not finished with you yet.” Alex hopes he’s never finished with him. “If you have to tap out, just pat my thigh.”
Alex looks up at him with what he can only assume is a dazed expression and nods once his brain catches up.
“Good boy.” Henry sends a shiver down his spine and kisses him hard once more before turning around and kneeling over Alex’s face.
Alex is met with the sight of Henry’s phenomenal ass, up close and personal, and is genuinely baffled how he didn’t realize this desire before five minutes ago. He traces his hands up Henry’s thighs reverently, squeezes the globes of his ass, then pulls his cheeks apart. Henry, to his credit, allows Alex to take all of this in slowly even though he’s very clearly keyed up. Alex parts his cheeks and traces his thumb over Henry’s slick rim. It flutters at the touch, and he pushes in slightly.
“Christ, Alex,” Henry whines.
“Baby.” Alex’s breath causes his hole to twitch again. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Then, he’s diving in, tongue first to do what he does best. Well, maybe not best, but he’s always done a damn good job of it. And, if the sounds Henry is making and his precum dripping onto Alex’s abdomen are anything to go by, he’s keeping up that track record. He can’t make out most of the nonsensical moans, with the thighs against his ears, but Henry hasn’t signaled for him to stop, so he doesn’t.
Henry allows Alex to lead for a bit before he swivels his hips. Alex nearly blacks out. Henry does it again and Alex lets out a muffled moan. It’s obscene and so fucking hot.
He doesn’t tap out – not when Henry pushes back against his face, not when his thighs tighten around his head, not when he’s fairly sure he’s getting lightheaded. He’s fucking thriving. There will probably be bruises in the shape of Henry’s hands on his thighs. Henry will have a matching set of Alex’s too. He does have to let go of one thigh to add a finger to his ministrations. Henry jolts when he hits his prostate. Alex keeps going. His usually chaotic mind has honed in on a singular goal. All roads lead to Henry coming from his tongue and fingers working him open.
Henry lifts away, and Alex leans forward to latch onto him again, but Henry flops down on his back. His face and chest are flushed, and so is his leaking cock. He shakes his head at the ceiling before rolling his head to the side and smiling at Alex. He’s panting nearly as much as Alex is himself.
His lungs are burning a bit and he wipes some of the spit off his chin. He might rival Henry for the throne of debauchery. Better yet, they sit there together. On top of each other. He laughs at himself and his musings and feels so fucking good.
Alex realizes there’s way too much space between them and begins to crawl over Henry’s body by the foot of the bed. He kisses his way to Henry’s neck, mindful that he should probably brush his teeth before kissing his lips again. He smiles into each press of his lips.
Henry buries a hand in his hair and scratches at his scalp. “Christ, Alex, you’re so good at that,” He says in near disbelief. “Maybe even better than you are with a cock in your mouth.
His cheeks warm at the praise and he presses his face into Henry’s neck. “I’ve always enjoyed eating my partners out. I’m glad the skill seems to be pretty transferable.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They both giggle together, a bit high on endorphins and time together.
Alex rests against his shoulder and tugs at the chain around his neck. The key has fallen off to the side, but the small metal rings between his fingers are also grounding.
“I think I’ve always had a thing for thighs,” he admits. “I love when my head is squished between them and I can barely breathe.”
Henry tilts his head up with a finger under his chin. “Darling, do you think you might have a choking kink?”
Alex hums in question, but then he finds the path Henry took to reach that conclusion. “Oh. Self discovery moment, I guess.” He just starts to laugh again.
Henry laughs with him for a second, then kisses his forehead, his nose, his cheek, the hinge of his jaw.
Alex wants to kiss him so fucking bad. He abruptly untangles himself from Henry and gets off the bed. He walks briskly to the bathroom, and can hear Henry chuckling again behind him.
He splashes some water on his face and wipes down with a washcloth. He’s squirting out some toothpaste when he feels strong arms wrap around his waist. Henry drops a kiss to his shoulder and pulls him closer until his ass is flush with his hard cock. His erection started to waver, but now it’s back at attention.
“Fuck,” Alex says breathlessly.
His eyes flick up into the mirror and meet Henry’s in the reflection. There’s something hungry in his gaze as he starts to ghost his hands along Alex’s body. He tries to brush his teeth in peace, but Henry tweaks his nipples and makes him choke on toothpaste. Then, one of Henry’s hands trails up his chest to his neck. He rests it there, his thumb on one side of Alex’s throat, the rest of his fingers on the other.
Alex’s breath catches and his movements stop. Henry tightens his grip the tiniest bit.
“Spit,” he commands.
Alex does, but in his attempt to lean forward he chokes himself a bit more. There’s a familiar warmth spreading through his body. He likes this, loves this even. He loves learning new things, especially when those new things lead to orgasms.
He meets Henry’s eyes in the mirror again. “Do you still have lube in your shaving kit?”
“Of course, I do,” Henry’s voice is dark, playful. “Who do you take me for?”
He nearly blurts out an I love you then and there, but this hardly feels like the occasion.
Henry keeps his grip on Alex’s throat, but reaches for his bag with his other hand. He takes out the lube and places it in front of Alex.
“What do you want, darling?”
Alex thinks about all the things he wants to do with Henry and his new knowledge of himself. Of how he could possibly do more than one orgasm tonight, but also doesn’t want to take a break. How maybe they can take his body to the edge until he’s reached his limit, how the payoff will be so fucking good. How he wants to stay in front of this mirror and see the pleasure dance across both of their faces.
“I want to fuck you in front of the mirror,” he says as he meets Henry’s eyes again. “Do you have condoms in there?”
Henry shakes his head. “Not anymore, I can go —“
Alex cuts him off. “If you’re okay with it, can I fuck your thighs?”
“Please do,” Henry nips at his jaw. “One condition,” he waits for Alex to nod the bit he can in his grip, “you can’t come.”
“Fuck.” Alex drops his head back until he hits Henry’s shoulder. “Would you believe me if I say I was thinking the same thing?”
Henry kisses the side of his head. “I would. I don’t want to come either. Not until you're inside me.”
He loosens his grip, and Alex takes that for the invitation it is to turn around and kiss him. Alex flips him so now he’s the one closest to the sink. Henry lays his palms flat on the counter and leans forward with his legs pressed together, his ass out a bit.
“Ready when you are, baby.”
Alex scrambles for the lube and slicks up his cock. He stands behind Henry and can see themselves in the mirror over his shoulder. They both look an absolute mess. He places one hand on Henry’s hip and the other on top of his hand on the counter. He slots his fingers between Henry’s own as he pushes into the tight heat of his thighs. He curses once his hips meet Henry’s ass and drops his head to his shoulder. He takes a deep breath before forcing himself to look up and stare at their reflection. He rocks his hips and can see how his cock nudges at Henry’s balls. Each time he slides between his thighs, drags along his taint, and under his balls, Henry sucks in a sharp breath. His hips twitch, but he lets Alex control the thrusts. His knuckles are going white from their grip on the counter, and Alex’s are doing the same where they’re grasping him. He’s never seen himself like this, with such pure unadulterated pleasure painting his features. And, next to Henry’s matching fucked out expression, it’s nearly too much.
He only stops once he can feel Henry’s thighs trembling and that familiar heat in his own stomach. He pulls out from between those glorious thighs and rests his head between Henry’s shoulder blades. Henry flips his hand so he can properly hold Alex’s own.
“I’m learning so many new things about myself,” he blurts out.
He can hear and feel Henry chuckling. “I’m learning quite a bit too.”
They suck in a few deep breaths together before Alex lifts his head and meets Henry’s eyes in the mirror. The blue nearly gone with how his pupils are dilated.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last, sweetheart.”
“Me either.” He stands up straighter and turns around. He looks down at Alex and cups his cheek. “I plan on riding you until we both come. Sound good?”
Alex nods wordlessly and captures his lips in a messy kiss. He tugs on Henry’s hands and thinks he’s directing them to the bedroom, but runs into the door frame.
They laugh together again, and Alex thinks of all of Henry’s expressions, he cherishes this one the most. The one where his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches and his dimples are on full display and his gummy smile is so bright. He’s so open and free and joyous. Alex loves him so much.
They make it to the bed in a fit of giggles and a mess of limbs. Alex lays down against the pillows much like he did that night in Paris, and Henry straddles his thighs as he rolls the condom on him. He watches in awe as Henry sheathes himself slowly on his cock. Both of Alex’s hands grasp the dip of Henry’s waist that he swears was carved just for him. Or, that his hands were molded just for Henry. Or, maybe the stars aligned and they were both made for each other.
Henry places one of his hands next to Alex’s head as the other traces up his body. Alex shivers as his fingertips dance across his skin. His blood is thrumming in anticipation of what he’s about to do next. Henry rests his hand on Alex’s throat without any pressure.
“Color?” Henry asks, as calmly as possible while he’s seated on a cock.
“Green,” Alex manages. “You?”
Henry nods. “Green.”
Then, he swivels his hips and on the downstroke he tightens his grip on Alex’s throat. Alex throws his head back in pleasure, and Henry squeezes again.
“Eyes on me, angel.” He sounds as wrecked as Alex feels.
Alex heeds his request and does his best to follow it. He tells himself not to look away, he doesn’t want to miss a moment. Henry’s too important.
Henry keeps up a pattern of applying pressure each time he lowers his hips. Alex grasps the hand on his throat and tightens his grip. Henry’s eyes darken even more at the sight of him taking what he wants.
Alex can tell from the way Henry’s jaw goes lax and his eyebrows scrunch together that he’s about to reach the precipice of pleasure.
“Close,” Alex whispers.
Henry nods. “Touch me,” it nearly sounds like a plea.
Alex grasps his cock and strokes him in the way he knows drives Henry crazy. He’s clenching around Alex each time he tightens his hand around the head. Henry adjusts the angle and moves his hand up to Alex’s cheek so he can kiss him. His key pools in the divet of his throat. As Henry licks into his mouth, Alex’s orgasm hits him.
It starts off slow enough that he can remember to swipe his thumb along the slit of Henry’s cock to pull him over the edge alongside him. Henry comes with a breathless laugh against Alex’s lips, and even though he told himself not to look away, he nearly blacks out with euphoria. This is so much better than anything he’s ever done before, and exceeds their first time in Paris.
But that’s the thing, everything is so much better now that he knows he loves Henry. The sex was good before — amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never like anything else he’s felt in his life — but now that it’s with someone he loves it’s better . Love takes all of the filthy things he does with Henry to another level.
He comes back to himself slowly after he feels a wetness on his cheek. He doesn’t know if the tear belongs to him or Henry, but he pulls Henry closer. Henry lifts off of his cock slowly and immediately tangles their limbs together. When Alex opens his eyes and his vision is blurry, he thinks maybe they’re both crying. He meets Henry’s eyes and wipes the tears from his cheeks. He does the same for Alex. It feels like too much already, so he doesn’t say anything. They both seem to know what they mean. He knows that there’s so much love between them. He also tries not to be devastated by the fact that this feels like goodbye.
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Out Magazine (@outmagazine): Our next cover star @HenryFox just wrapped up the tour for his debut novel with its cover star @AGCD. See why we rated it our favorite (Wet Hot European) summer read! [ Link ]
jas (@dipyouinhenry): they work in queer media [Screenshot of an article titled “Champagne Problems” with a photo of Henry straddling Alex covered in champagne from the launch party under the byline / screenshot of Out’s most recent article with a photo of Alex and Henry hugging at the final book signing]
Pop Crave (@PopCrave): Alex Claremont-Diaz in newly shared photo on Henry Fox’s Instagram Story [Photo of Alex on a boat, his button up undone and billowing open, wearing sinfully short swim trunks and sunglasses]
Alex Claremont-Diaz (@AGCD): ouch do i not stun pop crave? how did i fall from your graces 😔
Henry Fox (@HenryFox): You always stun, dear
Alex Claremont-Diaz (@AGCD): shouldnt you be watching the sails, foxy?
annie (@gleefulacd): THEYRE ABSOLUTELY INSANE LIKE I HADNT EVEN PROCESSED HENRY POSTING ALEX LOOKING SO BF NOW THEYRE FLIRTING IN POP CRAVES MENTIONS [Gif of man falling to his knees, hands on his head, wailing]
jan (@apricotstrumpet): FOXY SHSJJDKSKS I WILL NEED 2 - 5 BUSINESS DAYS TO PROCESS
roop (@firenati0nn): new fic twd nation!!!
much ado aboat nothing
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⚓️ marco takes eliot sailing
⚓️ established relationship
⚓️ tooth rotting fluff
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shrugging emoji (@oohthephysicist): the devil works hard but fic writers work harder
bones (@agcdfox): my unwoke opinion is that it’s okay to ship real people when they flirt on main
luisa (@LESBIANSF0RACD): exactly!! i feel like clarefox is an exception to this rule like wdym they’re posting all their dates around europe and haven’t officially announced their relationship like the fanfiction writes itself
jaffacakes (@jaffacakes): do you think they’re both useless gays and are pining after each other and haven’t defined their relationship privately yet
ExitAriel (@exitariel): shhhh not to loud they’re doing their best