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When Henry emerges from the bathroom after a shower, his t-shirt and joggers a little damp from steam, he sees his best friend and flatmate Alex sitting at the dining table, staring into a mug of coffee like it’s wronged him.
Henry can’t help the fond smile that crosses his face. “What did that coffee ever do to you?”
Alex’s gaze snaps up, and Henry notes the deep furrow of Alex’s brow, the clench of his jaw. Henry raises an eyebrow, and Alex releases a breath, shaking his head.
“I have a theory, but I don’t know how, like, practical it is,” Alex says, turning the mug between his palms. He fiddles with the mug’s handle then says, “You model for that art class every week, right?”
“Yes.” Last year, Henry started doing nude modelling at the art school his other best friend Pez runs. He’s confident about his body, and he appreciates art and the intricacies of the human form. Plus, Pez pays well, everyone’s respectful, and it’s truly amazing to see some of the art the students create. Really, it’s a great job, even if he sometimes gets stiff from trying to stay in the same position for so long.
He wonders if Alex is asking because he’s looking for a side job as he finishes up law school. Alex would be an amazing model. His curls, his jawline, his large brown eyes and remarkably long eyelashes, muscular triceps and thick forearms, strong, sturdy legs—oh, God. Henry hopes he’s not blushing. Modelling for art certainly isn’t about ogling and objectifying, but Henry’s been desperately attracted to Alex since the moment he laid eyes on him, so it isn’t possible for him to imagine Alex as a nude model without becoming aroused.
Henry’s expecting Alex to ask if Pez’s school is looking for more models, but Alex stuns him by going in an entirely different direction. “So you must be pretty comfortable with people seeing you naked.”
Henry pauses. “Yes, I suppose so.”
Alex nods, then says, “Me? Would you let me see you naked?”
Henry makes a sound he’s never made before, sort of a cross between a dying whale and the creak of a rusted hinge. “I beg your pardon?”
Alex shoves his coffee away and stands up. “Sorry. That was out of left field, I know. Okay, so, like. I think I might be bisexual, but I’m not really sure.”
Henry is absolutely not following this conversation. At all. “Alright. Thank you for trusting me with—”
“No, that’s not why—I mean, I’m getting the idea that I might be as into men as I am women. But that’s based on, like, pictures and videos.”
Henry’s fairly sure Alex is talking about porn, and it’s causing him to become a little lightheaded. Making his way over to the dining table with as much dignity as he can muster, Henry promptly collapses into a seat then motions for Alex to continue.
Alex does. “Do you ever think you’ll like something but end up being wrong? Or the opposite? I thought I would hate boba because of the whole mass of blobs in my tea thing, but it’s one of my favorite drinks besides coffee. And I thought I wouldn’t like going down on women, but I love it. And when I was a kid, I thought the spinning teacups looked like the best ride ever, then I actually went on them and threw up non-stop—”
“Alex,” Henry cuts in, because Alex would go on forever if Henry let him, and while Henry loves hearing about the inner workings of Alex’s mind, he’s still stuck on the part where Alex asked to see him naked. “Do you want to see me naked so you can check if you’re actually attracted to men?”
Alex seems relieved that Henry gets it. “Yeah. I was thinking, what if I go on Grindr and agree to meet up with someone, and then when I see a dick in real life, I realise I’m actually not into dick? It’s stressing me out. I don’t want to put someone through that.”
“But you would like to put me through that,” Henry says wryly.
“You wouldn’t be getting naked hoping to be fucked, though,” Alex points out. “You’ll know this is a test.”
“And if you see my penis and run away screaming—”
Alex laughs, which makes Henry laugh because Henry’s an idiot and he adores Alex. “I won’t run away screaming, you asshole. Anyway, you basically have an Adonis-level body—“
“Pardon?”
“—so either way, I’m going to be like, ‘Nice.’ But maybe it’ll be ‘nice’ in an objective way rather than ‘I want to put that in my mouth’ way. Y’know?”
Henry splutters. “So, what happens if you do want to put it in your mouth?”
Alex thinks about that for a moment. “Then I have my answer?”
Henry is going to die. He wasn’t made to endure a trial of this magnitude. He presses his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. “Let me make sure I’m understanding you. You’d like to see me naked to test a theory.”
“Right.”
“And then we’ll just keep going about our day.”
Alex visibly perks up. “Oh, wait. You want to do it now? Yeah, that’d be perfect.”
“When did you want to do it?” Henry asks helplessly.
Alex shrugs, but he’s already grabbing Henry’s arm. “I’m ready if you are. Come on.”
This whole situation is ridiculous. Henry stands and follows Alex to Henry’s bedroom, and Alex shuts and locks the door behind him as if anyone else lives in their flat with them. Alex is practically vibrating with energy, and Henry’s very endeared. He’s also more nervous than he normally is about stripping down in front of someone, because this is Alex, and Henry very much wants Alex to like what he sees—more so than he’s ever wanted anyone to.
“Consent check. You’re really cool with me checking out your naked body?” Alex asks, sitting down in Henry’s desk chair and spreading his legs like the absolute demon he is. Alex’s manspread is truly unrivalled, and Henry has many thoughts about it, most of them X-rated.
“I’m fine with you seeing me naked,” Henry confirms. “Although this really is quite a unique experiment you’ve thought up here.”
“My innovation has no limits,” Alex agrees, leaning forward. He’s not leering, per se, but his eyes are flitting over Henry’s body like he’s not sure where he wants to look most, and it’s very flattering. Henry hasn’t even taken his shirt off yet.
“Alright, so.” Henry reaches for the back of the neck of his t-shirt and starts to pull the material over his head. “Feel free to direct me, I suppose? As you mentioned, I’m generally comfortable being naked in front of people, so if you want me to turn around, or—”
“Oh, my God.” Alex sounds a little breathless. “Do you seriously take your shirt off like that?”
Henry pauses, his shirt now completely off and held in his fist. “Er. Yes?”
Alex blinks a few times, swallows, then nods. “Got it. Yeah. That’s. Um. That’s really hot.”
Henry just stares. “The way I take my shirt off is hot?”
Alex huffs. “Uh, yeah. You know you’re supposed to take it off from the bottom, right? Like, pull it up over your head and struggle a little with your arms all funny and your head stuck in the neck hole? You’re not supposed to, like, reach back and yank the whole thing off by the neck. You looked like fucking sin. You looked like you were put on Earth purely to seduce me. You looked like—”
“I was just taking my shirt off.” Henry understands the appeal of his body, but no one’s ever commented on his methods of undressing before, and certainly not with as much detail and reverence as Alex currently is.
“Yeah. Fuck. That really did it for me,” Alex admits. “Also, your tits are insane.”
Henry fully blushes at that. “Alex!”
Alex holds his hands up, but he’s grinning. “Sorry! They are. God, you’re hot. The next time you’re shirtless doing push-ups and shit in your room, you should film it and put it on OnlyFans. You’d make a killing.”
“You are an absolute menace,” Henry informs him, dropping his t-shirt onto the bed and shoving his joggers down his hips. “And I’ve seen you run around the block without a shirt on. You’re a danger to society.”
“Do you think we should put some music on for this?” Alex asks as his eyes greedily track the reveal of Henry’s boxer-briefs and bare thighs. He lets out a low whistle. “Okay, so I’ve definitely stared at your legs when you’ve worn shorts in the summer, but this is, like…why are your thighs so huge? Like, watermelon-crushing huge?”
“I have never crushed a watermelon between my thighs.” Henry turns to place his joggers on the bed, and Alex makes a low, desperate sound.
Henry turns back, a smile creeping across his face. “An arse man, are you?”
“I didn’t think I was.” Alex covers his face and groans, only to immediately uncover it to ogle Henry again. “Okay, take your underwear off. Like, now. Quickly.”
Henry laughs, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
Alex makes another groan-adjacent noise. “Henry, come on. I just…need to see you. I’m, like—”
He gestures to the front of his jeans, and Henry’s eyes grow wide at how significantly they’re tented. Alright, Alex definitely isn’t straight, then, although Henry should probably have figured that out from all the comments he’s been making. Henry has half a mind to tell Alex this could technically be the end of their little experiment since Alex’s suspicions have been proven, but why would he do that to either of them?
Henry’s half-hard from Alex’s attentions, and he gets most of the rest of the way there when he takes his underwear off and steps out of them. He lets his fingers circle the base of his dick and squeeze, gaze drifting between Alex’s enraptured face and the bulge in Alex’s jeans. Alex’s pupils are so dilated that his eyes look black, and he presses a hand to his straining zipper.
“You can touch yourself, if you’d like,” Henry says, turning enough so Alex can see Henry’s bare arse without Henry having to take his own eyes off of Alex.
“Thank God,” Alex breathes, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans and pulling himself out of his boxers. His cock is beautiful; thick and flushed and perfect. Alex thumbs over the blunt head and cants his hips, and it’s so ridiculously sexy that Henry wants to get on his knees at once. “Henry. Look at you. You’re telling me you put this on display for a bunch of art students every weekend? How do they even concentrate on drawing?”
Henry laughs. “Drawing’s the entire point of them being there, if you recall.”
“Is their medium jizz?” Alex asks incredulously, sliding his fist down the length of his cock. Then: “Sorry. That was inappropriate. Can I see your hole? Please?”
Henry almost chokes on nothing. Of course Alex is moving rapidly from one inappropriate thought to another, and Henry’s never been this turned on in his life. “Christ, Alex.”
Alex sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, forehead creased and hand speeding up. “Just for a minute. Or for as long as you’ll let me look.”
Henry gets onto his bed, easing himself onto his hands and knees with his arse facing Alex. He arches his back and drops to his elbows, presenting, and the noise Alex makes is near feral.
“Oh, my God,” Alex mutters, and Henry can hear the swift passes of his fist over his cock, the distinctive thwack-thwack-thwack of skin on skin. “OhmyGodohmyGod. Can I come closer?”
“Please,” Henry says, looking over his shoulder and pushing his arse out further. Alex comes over to the end up the bed and puts one knee up by Henry’s foot. Henry breathes in shakily. “If you’re—if you’re willing, would you put your cock against me? Not inside, because I’m not prepared, but just the tip against me. When you come.”
Alex moans, and Henry watches him shift so he can press the hot, wet tip of his cock to Henry’s hole. Henry groans, dropping his head and pushing back. “Fuck. Yes, Alex. That’s perfect.”
“Henry.” Alex’s voice sounds raw and broken. The side of his fist meets the flesh of Henry’s arse repeatedly as he keeps jacking himself off at a vicious speed. It’s so hot, so dirty, and when Henry reaches beneath himself to tug at his own cock, he knows this is going to be over quite quickly.
“I’m going to come on you,” Alex gasps. “I’m going to come on you, Henry, fuck—”
Henry groans as Alex comes with a long moan and a shudder, warmth spilling onto Henry’s hole and sliding down the insides of his thighs. It feels fucking perfect, and Henry works his cock hard and fast, wanting to tip over the edge, too.
In the end what does it is Alex’s finger on his hole, swirling through his come and pushing in, and Henry’s orgasm hits him like a train, sparks exploding behind his eyelids as he makes a complete mess of his bedsheets. His cheek is pressed to the mattress when he comes back to himself, and he realises Alex is still gathering up his come to push inside Henry .
“Thank you,” Henry whispers, and Alex swears, his finger faltering.
“Are you seriously thanking me for putting my come inside you? Because I’m not going to survive it if you are.”
“It feels so good,” Henry groans, turning over and hauling Alex on top of him. Alex falls onto him with an ‘oof,’ but the feeling of their bodies together quickly takes precedence over anything else, and Alex is touching Henry as greedily as Henry’s groping him back.
“Congratulations,” Henry says, sliding his hands into the back of Alex’s jeans and squeezing big handfuls of Alex’s arse. “I think you’re bisexual.”
“So fucking bisexual,” Alex agrees, kissing Henry’s jaw. “Thanks for helping to test my theory.”
Henry doesn’t want to say it, but he feels like he should. “Now you can download Grindr with full confidence, knowing you like cock.”
Alex pushes up onto his hands. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
“What?”
Alex leans down to press his nose to Henry’s neck then licks his way down the side of Henry’s throat and bites his collarbone menacingly. “I want you, you idiot. This experiment was misguided. I thought I needed to see any guy naked to check my sexual preferences, but as soon as you reached back to take your shirt off, it was all over for me.”
Henry’s stomach fizzes with something that feels like giddy hope, and he grips Alex a little tighter. “You want me?”
“Duh.” Alex wiggles down the bed to bite at Henry’s nipples. “You’re fucking hot, and you’re, like, my best friend or whatever. I’ve been pretty confused, but I’m not anymore.”
“I want you, too,” Henry says, sliding a hand into Alex’s curls as Alex pinches Henry’s nipples into tight points. “God, you really do like my chest, don’t you?”
“Insane tits. I told you.” Alex nuzzles his face against Henry’s chest then keeps moving lower. “I know you just came but you can probably go again, right?”
Henry swallows. “Are you going to—”
“Blow you? Yeah, that’s the plan.” Alex kisses Henry’s hip. “And I’ve never tried rimming someone before, but I think I’d be into that, too. And then if you want me to fuck you, or you want to fuck me—”
“Christ, Alex. How many times do you think we can go in one day?” Henry asks with a laugh, but he’s not saying no. Not even close.
Alex just smirks. “I have a theory.”