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“Yeah, I just started with a new publishing company. It’s going well; they give me plenty of time to work on my own writing which is great,” Henry explained to an old acquaintance from university. He had been apprehensive to attend his friend Gabriella’s wedding without a plus one. She had given him one on his invitation, but he wasn’t currently dating anyone and did not want to bring a random hookup or one-off date to his friend’s wedding.
Gabriella and her now husband, James, had eloped with just their family on a destination wedding, so Henry was surprised when he received an invite to a reception party for the rest of their friends and family a few months later. She was one of the few classmates he occasionally kept up with, seeing as they had been the closest in their group of friends throughout school. He enjoyed getting to see her for dinner or a drink every couple months.
His table assignment at the reception was unsurprisingly with other alumni with whom he was familiar. He remembered most people’s names and faces, heard about where they all were in their careers and personal lives since graduating a couple years ago. The group of 20-something’s were all on such different paths with marriages, children, even some divorces. Henry was just glad that he hadn’t yet had to go through those particular rollercoasters already at age 25.
“Oh my God, Hen!” He heard a shout and turned to find the bride approaching him. He wrapped Gabriella in a big hug.
“Gabs! Congratulations dear, you’ve never looked more beautiful,” Henry kissed her on the cheek. “And James, mate, it’s nice to finally meet you!”
The groom shook Henry’s outstretched hand, “It’s great to finally meet you too, man. Gabriella has told me so much about you.”
“I hope only good things,” Henry joked. The bride and groom smiled at each other and James replied, “Of course.”
Just then, the party planner tapped Gabriella on the shoulder and told them they were needed for a photo op. Henry bid the couple goodbye, promising to catch up before the night was over, and headed to the open bar.
As Henry approached the bar, he noticed a devastatingly handsome man waiting for a drink. He sauntered up next to him, not too close but close enough.
“Gin and tonic, please,” Henry asked the bartender.
The man turned his head and flashed him a blindingly gorgeous smile. Henry smiled back and looked around the room, trying not to awkwardly stare at the man. The bartender passed back a dark, amber liquid to the other man, who handed him a couple dollars for a tip. He did not yet take a sip of his drink.
Once Henry got his drink, tipping the bartender as well because he couldn’t very well not tip him in front of the other man, he was stopped from taking a drink yet himself.
“Toast to the happy couple?” The other man asked, extending his glass toward Henry. Henry smiled and clinked his glass against the other man’s. Now that he had permission to get a full look at him, he noticed the man to be quite a bit older than him. Not old like his grandmother, but perhaps just slightly younger than his mother. Mid-40’s, maybe?
Henry took a swig of the gin and tonic and was surprised when the man initiated further conversation with him. “So are you a friend of the bride or the groom? Or both?”
“Oh, uh,” Henry started. “The bride, actually. Gabriella and I were friends in university. I’ve only just met James tonight, he seems like a lovely guy.”
The older man nodded, and a few silver strands of hair sparkled under the light in striking contrast to his otherwise dark curls. Henry’s traitorous brain conjured up the image of running his hands through the soft looking hair.
“James is wonderful, yes,” the man confirmed. “They are perfectly suited for each other.”
So it seems the man knew both the bride and groom personally if he were able to say that much about them. Perhaps a relative of one or the other, or maybe a co-worker or boss. Before Henry had the chance to ask the man how he knew the couple, the man asked him another surprising question.
“Did you come here with anyone?” Henry felt himself blush, because a man his own age would hardly be so bold as to come right out with that question.
“That depends on what answer you’re looking for,” Henry flirted. What did he have to lose? He did come here as a single man, and weddings were always a great place to find someone to have a bit of fun with for the night.
The dark-haired man chuckled with the sexiest smirk Henry had ever seen. He took a drag of his drink and Henry watched his throat bob as he swallowed the dark liquid.
“I’m Henry,” he decided to go for it and tilted his glass to his lips, noticing the way the man’s eyes followed its path.
“Alex,” the man smiled and raked his eyes up and down Henry’s frame.
“Well, Alex, if the answer you’re looking for was ‘no, I did not come here with anyone,’ then you’re in luck,” Henry said in a low voice. And in the spirit of going for it, he slid a hotel room key across the counter toward the man. “If you’re interested, a little later on.”
The man only looked surprised momentarily, before nodding and sliding the room key into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “I guess I’ll be seeing you later then, Henry. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I am needed elsewhere,” Alex smiled and left his place at the bar.
Henry was practically vibrating out of his skin over the fact that Alex had taken him up on his offer. Well, he had accepted Henry’s extra room key. That didn’t mean he would use it, but he could hope. He downed the rest of his cocktail, ordered another, and made his way back to his table as it looked like the bridal party was gathering to begin speeches. He took his seat and turned to face the head table, and guests started clinking silverware on their glasses.
The bride and groom shared a chaste kiss and the DJ announced that the first speech would be from the father of the bride.
And then Henry had an aneurysm.
“Good evening, everyone, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Alex Claremont-Diaz and that –” he pointed to Gabriella, “—is my baby girl.”
When Alex said this, his eyes found Henry’s across the room. Henry’s heart was in his throat and he gulped to try to swallow it down. Alex continued his speech, shifting his view to other friends and family in attendance.
He had just invited his friend’s father to come and fuck him after his own daughter’s wedding. Mortification didn’t begin to cover it. His ears were ringing and he couldn’t hear his own thoughts led alone Alex’s speech. His father of the bride speech.
Henry knew Gabriella’s mom had passed away when she was very young, and that her dad pretty much raised her on his own. He also knew that her dad never remarried, but Gabriella had always wished he would put himself back out there. She had complained that he didn’t have a life outside of work and outside of her, and she just wanted him to be happy. All of this, Henry learned after several too many glasses of wine over their college years, where they both shared about their pasts. He never expected those conversations to come barreling straight at him like a truck.
Alex’s speech must have ended because he was raising his glass and everyone was shouting “cheers!” Henry completely spaced out throughout the rest of the speeches, before deciding he needed to get out of there, at least for a moment.
He found the nearest restroom and flung the door open. He immediately made his way to the sink and splashed water on his face, cursing his forwardness without asking the man how he was involved with the wedding. Alex was sexy as hell, yes. But Henry never would have hit on his friend’s dad.
His thoughts came to a screeching halt when someone opened the bathroom door behind him. To his horror, he looked in the mirror and saw Alex entering behind him.
“Come on, you’re gonna miss them cutting the cake,” Alex said with a nonchalant grin.
“Not quite what I’m worried about right now, but thank you for your concern,” Henry huffed.
Alex put his hands in his pockets and swayed up next to Henry at the bathroom sinks. “I figured you’d put it together eventually,” Alex said.
“You couldn’t have told me before I embarrassed myself like that, Alex?” Henry spat back at him.
“Whoa, whoa,” Alex said calmly. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me.”
“You are my friend’s father,” Henry emphasized. “Who I invited to my hotel room later, oh my God I can’t believe you let me do that.”
Alex smirked and placed a hand on Henry’s shoulder. “For the record, I do intend to use this later,” He patted the breast pocket of his jacket. “That is, if you’ll still have me now that you know I’m an old man,” he said with a wink.
Henry rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept across his lips. “Age is not the problem, and you know it.”
“Well then,” Alex leaned in to whisper in Henry’s ear, “I don’t see there being any problem at all. I’ll see you after the reception,” he placed a feather-light kiss on Henry’s cheek and exited the bathroom.
Henry followed shortly after in search of another gin and tonic.
***
Henry paced back and forth in his hotel room, trying to calm his nerves about Alex coming to meet him. It was approaching midnight, the reception having ended at 11 but Alex said he would need time to see everybody off.
Finally, right at 12, Henry heard the key card activate. He was sitting on the end of the bed, tie off and dress shirt partially unbuttoned, but otherwise still fully clothed. Partially because he didn’t want to seem too eager, and partially because he wanted Alex to undress him himself.
Alex entered with his tuxedo jacket draped over his arm, tie loosened completely, and the top couple buttons of his dress shirt undone as well. He set his jacket on a side chair and approached Henry where he was sitting, all without breaking eye contact.
“Can I get you anything? A drink, if you like?” Henry gestured to the bar in his suite. Alex shook his head and finally stood between Henry’s parted legs.
“I’ve had plenty to drink,” Alex said and stroked Henry’s hair. “I think we can skip the pleasantries, what do you think sweetheart?”
Henry nudged his head into Alex’s hand, encouraging him to continue his delicate caresses. “Shall I just,” Henry started, reaching forward to start unclasping Alex’s pants, “get right to it then?”
“Oh so we’re skipping more than just pleasantries,” Alex laughed. “Not even gonna kiss me first?” Henry awkwardly stood part of the way up, just enough to reach Alex’s height and plant a kiss firmly on his lips. They held the kiss for several seconds, before Henry was the one to pull back and resume his seated position, face to face with Alex’s crotch.
“May I?” Henry asked, looking up through his eyelashes.
“Sure baby,” Alex chuckled. “I know it’s what you’ve been thinkin about all night.”
Henry’s face and neck flushed with embarrassment, but not because Alex was wrong. He’d been half hard all night just watching Alex charm every person in that room.
“Just been dying to get my hands on you,” Henry said huskily as Alex discarded his trousers and was left standing in black boxer briefs. If the small wet patch on the front of his boxers were anything to go by, Henry figured he could say the same for Alex.
Without being asked, Alex unbuttoned the rest of his dress shirt and tossed it aside, leaving only a white undershirt for him to pull over his head while Henry tugged his boxer briefs off. When Henry sat back up and could take in the full view of the man before him, he froze like a deer in headlight.
“You, uh, see somethin you like?” Alex broke his trance once again. Henry nodded and ran his hands up Alex’s happy trail, over his defined abs, across his chiseled pecs, and ran his fingers through thick chest hair before smiling up at the man.
“I like all of it,” Henry said before getting his mouth on Alex.
He took the older man’s length little by little at first, before becoming over zealous and taking him in fully. With an obscene gagging sound, Henry pulled off just until the head was in his mouth. He puckered his lips and suckled at the man’s leaking tip, which earned a shiver from Alex. Henry took him down to the root again, trying to show off his deep throating skills in this difficult angle.
“Hey, Henry, hey, wait,” Alex said, and gently pulled back from Henry’s mouth. “We don’t have to be in a rush, take your time sweetheart.”
“I, uh, I was just – well, I wanted to show you how good I can make it for you,” Henry replied bashfully. He didn’t like how childish he sounded, so he sat up straighter and looked up at Alex to say, “I’ve always gotten high marks on my blowjob skills,” he punctuated it with a wink.
“I don’t doubt that for a second with lips like yours, honey. Just don’t want you to hurt yourself is all,” Alex sweetly stroked Henry’s cheek. “How bout this…” Alex said as he impressively unbuttoned the rest of Henry’s dress shirt with little difficulty. “How bout we get you out of all these tight clothes – which you look irresistible in by the way – and you lay back and let me make this a little easier for you.”
Henry nodded, mouth slightly ajar as he wanted to let the man completely take over. He let Alex undress him so they were finally both naked before each other. Alex took Henry’s hand and had him stand up and come to the side of the bed.
“Lay down, sweetheart,” Alex said. Henry laid down on his back with his head on the pillow like he normally would. Alex’s face told him that that was not what he had in mind. Alex man-handled him into the proper position, laying width-wise on the bed with his head practically hanging upside down over the edge.
“Now,” Alex said as he trailed his hands down Henry’s exposed neck and chest, “If you think you’re so experienced, how bout you show me what you got, hm?” The man didn’t give him time to answer, instead tapping his cock on Henry’s pursed lips, requesting entrance. Henry obliged, parting his lips and feeling Alex’s length slide along his tongue. He made his way with ease in this position, sliding deep to the back of Henry’s throat with little objection.
Henry relaxed completely, allowing Alex to gently thrust in and out of his throat. There wasn’t much else he could do other than lay there and take it. That thought alone reminded him how hard and aching his own dick was. He reached a hand down to relieve some of the tension he felt, but Alex swatted his hand away.
“Not so fast, baby,” Alex said. “Remember I said we are in no rush, and that includes you getting yourself off. You will wait for me to do that, got it?”
With a makeshift nod and a low hum, Alex took Henry’s response as affirmative and continued thrusting, rougher this time.
“Gotta make me feel good first if you wanna get off, hotshot,” Alex teased. “Thought you were trying to prove how good your head game is.”
Henry moaned, feeling embarrassed again by the man, but not in any real hurtful way. He loved the teasing, loved the way Alex made him feel like he was young and inexperienced. Loved feeling like he was in the hands of someone who really knew what he was doing. Knew what he wanted and would do whatever he needed to get it.
Alex’s hand came to rest on Henry’s throat, feeling where his dick was filling the space. “Fuck, Hen, wish you could see how pretty your throat bulges for me.”
Henry whined loudly at that, bringing his hand up to rest on Alex’s hand. “Wanna feel? Here you go baby, feel how your throat just takes me.” With gentle pressure, Henry pressed down on the bulge in his throat, causing Alex to moan at the added pressure. Henry’s throat constricted at this, which earned him an even more animalistic sound.
Alex swatted Henry’s hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. He expertly placed his fingers on either side of the bulge in Henry’s throat and gave a gentle squeeze.
Henry felt even more intense throbbing in his cock as the blood flow was constricted to his head. Alex’s cock filling his throat, gasping for air through his nose, and before he knew it he was coming untouched all over himself like a teenager.
Alex released his grip on Henry’s throat and resumed the rougher thrusting. “Oh you are so not getting away with that one, baby. Swallow this cock and then I’m gonna fuck you right, make a real man out of you.”