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Liquid Courage
‘If that prick doesn't take his hands off Henry, I'm going to lose it.’ Thought Alex to himself as he watched his roommate and best friend of five years flirt with his …. Date. Henry was smiling, having a good time dancing with this guy, Pedro, that Henry had been casually seeing for almost two weeks.
Alex, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off of him. He loved the way his body moved to the music. He loved the way he looked in the low light of the bar. But he didn't love the way Pedro's hand was pressing Henry's body to his and he absolutely hated that Henry was letting him.
It was a slower song now and Henry gently rested his head on his shoulder while he stroked Henry’s back with one hand, the other resting half on his ass.
Alex scowled and picked up his drink. With one last gulp of encouragement, he made his way over to the small dance floor.
"Mind if I cut in?" He asked, tapping on the shoulder; the one Henry wasn't laying on.
The man cleared his throat and pulled Henry closer to him. "Actually, I-"
But he never got to finish his sentence because before either of them could object, Alex had pulled Henry out of his arms and twirled him to the other side of the dance floor.
"Alex," he half giggled, semi-intoxicated. "Why did you do that? We were dancing."
"Yeah" Alex began, "and now you are dancing with me." He pulled Henry’s head to rest on his shoulder like he had been earlier with Pedro. "I don't know what you see in that guy."
Henry smiled. "Green really isn't your color, Alex."
He raised an eyebrow and dipped his when he made eye contact with Pedro, from across the room. "You think I'm jealous, Fox?"
Henry peered into his eyes, loving the protective feel of Henry’s body in his arms. "I know you are."
Alex pulled Henry up and they continued dancing only this time Henry’s head fell on Alex’s shoulder without his help. He smirked. "You're pretty cocky for a man who seems to be loving this."
Henry lifted his head from Alex’s shoulder but stayed close as they moved to the music. His body was flush against his as they followed the steady beat of the song, their chests in contact.
"You seem to be loving this too." Henry added, feeling Alex’s hard cock through their clothes.
Alex groaned as he felt Henry grind against him. Henry smiled that wide gummy smile of his smile that made his whole face lit up his face and it took everything Alex had to restrain himself. He wanted to make love to Alex right there.
Actually, he wanted to ravage the absolute living shit out of him. Claim Alex as his own.
But that could wait because right now, Alex was going to kiss him because Henry is looking at him with hopeful eyes. His eyes bore into Henry’s, and he could feel the heat from his body at his proximity. Their lips had almost touched when he felt a light tap in his shoulder.
Alex closed his eyes in both frustration and defeat. Fucker had waited for the perfect moment to cut in. He couldn't have waited two more fucking seconds.
"I'm going to dance with my date now." Pedro said, tugging Henry out of Alex’s arms and back into his own. "Go find your fucking own date and leave Henry the fuck alone."
Henry had tried to protest on Alex’s behalf, but Alex had sent him a smirk. If this guy wanted war, then he better prepare himself because Alex Claremont-Diaz played dirty. He searched the dance floor, finding the perfect woman for his scheme.
She was small, with curly brunette hair, and looked like a younger version of Nora. She smiled when she felt Alex place his hand on her back and he turned on his natural Texan charm. It didn't take much convincing to get her on the dance floor.
Henry watched as she giggled and twirled and eventually pressed herself back against Alex, leaving Alex more than just a little proud.
Henry wanted to go over there and stake his claim to Alex, physically removing him from right out of the skank's grasp. Henry’s eyes met Alex’s and in an instant, he knew what he was trying to do. That bastard wanted to make him jealous.
And it was working.
Henry smirked across the room at Alex, before turning to Pedro and leaving a light, openmouthed, kiss on his neck. The man groaned and pressed his hips into Henry’s.
Alex growled at the sight before him. He was only faintly aware of his dance partner's swaying hips and lustful eyes.
He groaned as the music turned more sensual and watched as Henry grinded into Pedro. Alex couldn't take it anymore. He had stopped dancing at this point and walked across the dance floor to Henry.
He pulled Pedro away from him and gave him a look that just screamed I dare you to fuck with me.
The girl that Alex had been with was right behind him and more than a little pissed off. "What the hell?" she asked. "I thought you were dancing with me."
"Oh, don't mind him" Pedro spat out, anger seething at the audacity of Alex. "He's been breaking up happy couples all night."
Henry scowled at him, quick to defend his best friend and roommate, but no other words were said. Not even by Alex as he took Henry’s hand and led him to the back of the bar and into one of the single-stalled bathrooms.
Before Henry had a chance to speak, Alex gripped him by the back of his upper thighs and picked him up, swinging Henry around and against the door behind them.
Alex’s lips were on his, hungry, jealous, passionate, just begging for entrance with his tongue. Henry granted it to him as his mouth opened and he learned the taste of Alex’s mouth.
Alex was strong, musky, and primal.
Henry was sweet, sensual, and succulent.
As the minutes wore on, clothes were shed, bodies were aching, and hands claimed ownership.
He pressed Henry harder into the wall, grinding into him but not yet penetrating. Alex aligned his hard cock and rutted against Henry’s hole. Henry moaned as he felt the head of Alex’s dick, throbbing against his hole.
Henry raked his nails down Alex’s back and locked his legs around Alex. He smirked and brought his hand to his inner thigh, heading north.
He pushed a saliva coated finger inside of Henry, watching his eyes widen and his mouth open. Alex added another finger, and his legs unhooked, unable to keep their position with the way he was playing Henry’s body.
Alex moved down so his lips could meet his fingers. His tongue circled around Henry’s softened hole before his lips closed around and sucked on it.
"Jesus Christ, Alex" Henry whispered shakily. "Oh, God, I'm . . . I'm-"
"I know" Alex whispered against his flesh. "That's the idea." He sucked harder and he whimpered in response. Moments later, Henry’s world shattered as he clamped on his working fingers and stars shot across his vision.
He kissed him, his dick awaiting its turn, refusing Henry’s body rest. Henry’s eyes met Alex’s, as he submerged himself inside his hole.
He filled Henry completely, stretching him more than any man had before. But any pain Henry felt from Alex’s bulging rod was overpowered by the intense waves of pleasure that consumed him.
"Hen, baby.” Alex grunted as he pulled out and pushed back in. "You feel so good." He intensified his thrusts, slamming into Henry. "So fuckin’ tight."
Henry moaned in response, finding no words to describe the ecstasy that seemed to course through his veins.
Henry pushed against the door behind him to meet his rapid thrusts. Alex all but pulled out before slamming back into him, making Henry cry his name out in pleasure.
"Alex!" Henry cried when he felt himself nearing his climax again. He wanted to hold out for Alex but the way Alex would sheath himself inside him, only to drag back out was becoming more than he could take. He bit Henry’s neck to silence his primal cries and Henry’s whole body went rigid and white, hot, flashes of awe crashed through him again and climaxed for the second time.
When Alex felt him clamp down in his shaft, he lost it. The tight fit he had around his body was the final straw sending him over the edge and spilling into his wet heat.
It took a moment for Henry to collect himself and unhook his legs from around him. He pressed a kiss into Henry’s blonde, damp hair before nuzzling Alex’s head to his, belying the roughness he had just expressed.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, and they instantly felt the loss of warmth as they pulled apart.
"That was amazing." He said as he picked up his shirt and pants and handed them to Henry. Alex retrieved his own and they both began slipping back into their clothes.
His legs shook with the effort to stand, and Henry laughed lightly to himself. "Yeah", Henry said as he slipped his clothes on. "If only it didn't have to end."
Alex smiled, now both fully clothed and pulled Henry to him. "Who says it has to?"
Henry rested his head on Alex’s shoulder once more and they swayed to the faint sound of the music through the walls.
"Do you think we're being missed?" Henry asked but unwilling to leave their reverie.
Alex shook his head. "I don't care. I don't want to be anywhere else but where I am now."
Henry smiled and clung to him tighter. "I guess I could get rid of what's-his-name out there."
"Yeah" He began casually, "probably a good idea."
Henry pulled away from him and smiled before heading to the bathroom door.
"Hen, baby?" Alex whispered.
He stopped and turned around to face him. "Yes?"
He stepped forward and placed his hands on Henry’s hips. "You know. You know what this is, right?"
Henry’s eyes never left his and he absorbed the passion and love Henry found there. "I do", he began, "But some things are nice to hear."
Alex grinned. "Go get rid of that loser on the dance floor and then I'll tell you."
Henry’s eyes narrowed. "You really are a jealous bastard, aren’t you Alex?"
Alex shrugged. "You love it, baby."
"I do." Henry admitted with the wide, gummy grin he always reserved just for Alex.
Alex’s eyes met Henry’s again. "I love you."
Henry smiled and kissed him once more. "I love you too."