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The Austin farmhouse was wrapped in the kind of heat that clung to your skin, making everything feel heavy and languid. It was the perfect setting for a long, lazy Fourth of July weekend, with its wide porch, slow ceiling fans, and the steady hum of cicadas. The savory aroma of carne asada sizzling on the grill drifted through the air. Rafael stood by the barbecue, the sun glinting off the sizzling marinated steaks as he flipped them with practiced ease. Each hiss and pop from the grill mingled with the rich aroma of spices. Beside him, Alex leaned in close, reaching for a piece of meat. Rafael swatted at Alex's hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he focused on the grill, adjusting the heat with deft movements. “Not yet,” he instructed.
Henry stood nearby, sipping his drink, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched his husband and Rafael. Laughter bubbled between them, punctuated by the sizzle of meat on the grill.
Nora, June, and Pez had claimed the lake house with Oscar for the weekend, leaving Henry and Alex to host Raf. It had been Henry’s idea, which he knew would surprise the others, as Raf was Oscar’s best friend after all. But Henry had wanted to get to know Raf better, as he knew how much the senator meant to his husband. Despite their seven years together, he still felt like he was getting to know Luna. Henry liked Rafael, sure, but he often found himself on the edge of their political discussions, more a spectator than a participant.
While he, June, Nora, and Pez were passionate about changing things, they didn’t share Alex and Rafael’s obsession with politics. The two men seemed to speak a different language, their discussions animated and filled with insights that left Henry both intrigued and slightly bewildered, but he had always loved Alex’s passion and was glad he had someone to match him in that space that wasn’t Ellen – his powerhouse of a mother-in-law.
He had nudged Pez to stay at the lake house, knowing he would jump at the chance once he realized that was where Nora and June were setting up camp. Oscar, always easy-going, had accepted the swap without question, likely assuming it was all Alex's idea in order to pick Raf’s brain over the weekend. As Henry observed the scene before him, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him, this was working out well. Alex needed this time with Rafael. The connection they shared—two queer Latino men navigating the complexities of their identities and careers—was palpable. Friends like Rafael were rare in Alex's life. Henry watched as Alex animatedly recounted a story, his eyes lighting up with each word, while Rafael leaned in, nodding in understanding, laughter spilling from his lips like a bubbling brook.
Henry loved his husband, admired his passion, but he knew Alex had always struggled to forge deep friendships. Nora and Raf were the exceptions, the anchors in a sea of acquaintances. He recalled when Alex was barely speaking to Liam anymore when they started dating—how their childhood friendship had just seemed to burn out, leaving Alex with only Nora and Rafael as Alex’s friendship circle back them. Then when all that shit when down with Raf join the Republican ticket, Henry had been how much it had broken Alex. That was all in the past now though, a lifetime ago. Liam was back on the scene now of course, he and Spencer were regular dinner guests and they had other friends too, but Raf was always special to Alex and Henry knew not seeing Raf as much was one thing Alex really did miss about life in D.C.
“I’m just saying, you can’t call it barbecue if it’s not smoked properly,” Alex insisted, his Texan pride on full display as he gestured wildly.
Rafael chuckled, his voice low and warm. “I’m just saying, you’re underestimating the green chili, kid. It’s a staple of Colorado—pure heat, no frills.”
Alex rolled his eyes, his grin widening. “Don’t ‘kid’ me, Luna. I’m twenty-eight, not a teenager,” he shot back. But the way he leaned in, the way his voice softened when he said Rafael’s name.
Henry knew the signs. He’d seen them all before—Alex’s wide-eyed admiration, the way his laugh came just a little too easy around Rafael. And it wasn’t just the banter; it was the way Alex’s gaze drifted lower when Rafael’s collar gaped slightly, or how Alex seemed to forget to finish a sentence whenever Rafael undid the top button of his shirt to combat the Texas heat.
His husband has a crush.
Rafael, now forty-three and recently single again, looked good. Too good, Henry thought with a mix of amusement and understanding. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the loose, worn button-down shirt he wore fell open just enough to show a sliver of tanned chest. Henry caught Alex glancing down at it for the third time that afternoon. Alex seemed unaware of the way his gaze lingered—unaware, or perhaps unwilling to admit what it meant.
Alex has once told Henry, when he was drunk of course, that any voters Raf lost because of the combination of his sexuality and race he would have earned back from his movie star good looks alone. Henry is sure Alex cannot remember that conversation.
“Forty-three suits you,” Alex blurted suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. Henry knew he missed part of the conversation.
Rafael paused, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? How so?”
Alex’s cheeks flushed, but he was already too far in. “I mean, you’re… uh, you’re the hottest forty-three-old I’ve ever seen.” His tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of earnestness behind the words.
Rafael’s expression softened, but there was a hint of something else—a touch of self-consciousness. “Thanks, but being single at my age wasn’t exactly on my vision board,” he admitted.
Alex scoffed, waving it off. “Please. You could have anyone you wanted.”
Henry felt a twinge of something—jealousy, maybe, or just a sharper awareness of the dynamics unfolding in front of him. Rafael’s Christmas cards were always on top of the pile, after all. And Henry couldn’t help but notice how Alex’s banter shifted when Rafael was around, becoming lighter, more playful, and definitely flirty.
The way Alex didn’t even realize he was doing it was both endearing and maddening. It wasn’t exactly jealously Henry felt, not really, he knew how much his husband loved him, but there was a twinge of frustration at how oblivious his darling husband truly was- he didn’t even realise what he was doing. It reminded Henry was all those late-night phone-calls, before Alex and Henry got together, where he has been so sure Alex was flirting with him, but Alex back then seemed to have no idea whatsoever, not until Henry had kissed him.
Rafael leaned back, his gaze flicking briefly to Henry before settling back on Alex. “You think so?” he asked, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.
“Absolutely,” Alex insisted, his voice low and sincere. “You’re a catch, Raf.”
Henry cleared his throat, stepping forward with a grin. “Easy there, love. Don’t butter him up too much, or he might never leave.”
Alex laughed, but there was a lingering heat in his gaze as he looked back at Rafael. “Who said I want him to?”
“Careful,” Rafael said, his voice low and teasing. “I might start to believe you.”
Alex’s grin was dazzling, and for a moment, Henry found himself just enjoying the scene—the banter, the easy camaraderie, and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between the two of them. He was married sure, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy what was in front of him- and two gorgeous men flirting with each other would always be hot.
“So, how are you really doing?” Alex asked, his voice softer now. “You know, with everything that happened with Chris?”
Rafael’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but there was a shadow behind his eyes. “I’m fine. Just trying to adjust to being single again.”
Alex’s frown was immediate, the concern in his eyes genuine. “That’s crap, Raf. You’re too good to be alone.”
“Middle-aged and single,” Rafael mused, his tone self-deprecating. “Not exactly a hot commodity.”
Alex scoffed, his words coming fast, unfiltered. “Bullshit.”
Rafael’s brows lifted, clearly taken aback by the bluntness. “Oh?”
Henry’s mouth quirked into a smirk as he watched Alex’s face brighten, completely oblivious to how direct he was being. “Anyone who passes up a chance with you is either blind or stupid.”
A slow grin spread across Rafael’s face. “Well, thank you, Alex. That’s… very flattering.”
“It's not flattery if it’s true,” Alex insisted.
Henry stifled a laugh. His husband really had no idea, did he?
Rafael leaned back, clearly enjoying the attention. “I think this is the nicest anyone’s been to me since the breakup.”
“Good,” Alex said, earnest and unguarded. “You deserve it.”
Rafael’s gaze grew more intent, but there was a playfulness there too. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to cheer me up by flirting with me.”
Alex blinked, momentarily thrown. “What? No! I mean…” He trailed off, clearly flustered, then attempted to regain his composure. “Maybe a little.”
Rafael laughed, the sound low and warm. “I appreciate it.”
“Good,” Alex repeated, nodding firmly. “Just… don’t be so hard on yourself, okay?”
“Alright,” Rafael told them, his tone lightening again. “I think these are ready.” He took the meat off the grill, and Alex headed inside to grab plates and the salad, leaving Rafael and Henry alone for a moment.
It amazed Henry, really, how utterly oblivious Alex could be to his own feelings. It had taken Alex years to realize he was bisexual, despite the obvious signs—like those hours he’d spent in high school making out with Liam. Alex had brushed it off as “experimentation,” not quite processing that most straight boys didn’t initiate marathon make out sessions. Henry had learned to be patient with Alex’s slow self-awareness; after all, it had taken months of hardcore flirting in the lead-up to that first New Years Eve for Henry to get up the courage to kiss Alex, and Alex had been unaware of how many mixed signals he had been giving Henry in the months prior to that ridiculous party.
Henry still remembered the exasperating mix of flirty texts, lingering phone calls, and suggestive banter that had built up between them, all while Alex crushed down that side of his sexuality.
Now, as Alex laughed a little too loudly at one of Rafael’s jokes, it was clear that he was doing it again. And yet, Alex was entirely unaware that he was flirting—again. Henry could see the signs as plain as day: the wide-eyed admiration, the way Alex seemed to forget to finish his sentences when Rafael got too close.
For as long as he’d known his husband, Henry had grown accustomed to Alex’s cluelessness about his own crushes. This, though, was on another level.
As Henry watched Raf take the steaks off the heat, Rafael caught Henry’s gaze. “You’re staring, Windsor.”
Henry’s lips twitched into a knowing grin. “Guilty,” he admitted, taking a slow sip. “Just thinking about how much Alex always lights up when you’re around.”
Rafael’s eyebrow arched, his expression cautious. “Is that so?”
Alex, ever oblivious, looked between them, a smile on his face as he bounced back outside from the kitchen, balancing the garden salad and plates as he went. “You two gossiping about me again?”
“Always,” Henry teased smoothly, his tone light. “Just telling Rafael how much you miss him when he’s back in D.C.”
“Right now, he’s here, so I’m making up for lost time.” He shot Rafael a wide, easy grin.
“Is that what you’re doing?” Rafael replied, nudging Alex’s shoulder playfully.
Henry watched them closely, feeling that familiar mix of affection and something darker, more thrilling, pooling low in his stomach. He wasn’t just watching his husband laugh; he was observing a chemistry that had always intrigued him. It was in the way Alex’s eyes lingered on Rafael’s, the way his laugh seemed to get louder and more carefree when Rafael was around.
The idea that had been simmering in Henry’s mind for months now felt more urgent, more possible. He didn’t just want to watch this playful banter unfold—he wanted to push it further, see where it could go. He and Alex were monogamous, they always had been- but Henry was starting to think he could make an exception- just for Raf. Raf wasn’t his type, not really, but Henry could definitely see the appeal- bad boy, roguish type- Alex has been the one with a long-standing crush on Hans Solo though.
Later, when Alex excused himself to get more drinks from the kitchen, Henry leaned in closer to Rafael. His voice was low and steady, the faintest hint of mischief in his eyes. “You know,” he began, “I wasn’t just joking about Alex missing you.”
Rafael’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of curiosity mixed with wariness. “What are you getting at, Henry?”
Henry’s gaze was intense, unwavering. “I’ve known for years that he has a crush on you. And tonight, I thought it might be fun to… explore that a bit.”
Raf looked at him wearily, “Explore?”
“You know,” Henry began, his voice casual but deliberate, “my husband has wanted you to fuck him since he was, what, nineteen?”
Rafael nearly choked on his beer. He turned to Henry, eyes wide, caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. “What?” he sputtered, a laugh threatening to escape.
Henry’s grin widened, a spark of mischief dancing in his blue eyes. “Don’t act so shocked, Rafael. You know it. He’s been crushing on you for years. The way he blushes when you’re around, the way he fumbles over his words when you get too close… he’s not exactly subtle.”
Rafael rubbed the back of his neck, clearly caught off guard. “Well, I knew he was… fond of me. But I didn’t think it was like that. I thought he was just being Alex—.”
Henry’s expression softened. “It’s not just that.” He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “It’s more than hero worship. The lingering looks, the way he forgets to breathe when you roll up your sleeves. He’s smitten.”
Rafael’s frowned, misreading Henry’s words as an accusation. “Nothing’s ever happened between us, Henry. Not now. And not before you two were together, not even close.”
Henry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why not?”
“Because he was nineteen,” Rafael replied, his voice low but clear. “He was too young, still in college, and I wasn’t about to take advantage of that.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I’m Oscar’s friend. I was around for Alex, but never like that.”
Henry nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I can respect that.” He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before adding, “But he’s not nineteen anymore, is he? He’s twenty-eight. He’s grown up.”
Rafael looked away for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly. “I know. I just… never let myself think of him that way.”
Henry’s smirk returned, laced with genuine curiosity. “And now?”
Rafael’s eyes flicked back to meet Henry’s, a mix of hesitation and intrigue. “And now,” he said slowly, “why are you asking? Alex is your husband.”
Henry’s voice was steady, unwavering. “Yes, he is. And that’s exactly why I’m okay with it. I know what this is for him—it’s not about wanting someone else, not really. It’s about something he’s wanted for a long time, something I know he’d never ask for on his own.”
Rafael’s brow furrowed slightly. “You’re really something, you know that? Most husbands would be furious, or at least jealous.”
Henry let out a low chuckle. “Well, I’m not most husbands. Besides, I know Alex better than anyone. He loves me, I know that. But I also know he’s curious about you.” He tilted his head slightly, considering Rafael. “And you’re curious too, aren’t you?”
Rafael’s lips twitched into a faint smile, his voice dropping. “Maybe a little.”
Henry nodded, satisfied. “Then let’s see where tonight goes. No pressure, no expectations. Just… follow Alex’s lead.”
Rafael let out a slow breath, his eyes softening. “And you? You’re really okay with this?”
Henry’s voice was low but firm. “More than okay. If it’s with you, Rafael, then yes. I trust you. And I trust Alex.”
“You can’t be serious.” Rafael looked at Henry, still not quite sure what was happening. He knew Henry and Alex were exclusive, it was so blindly obvious how caught up in each other they were- so hearing this from Henry was unexpected.
“Oh, I’m very serious,” Henry replied calmly, his voice low but steady. “Think of it as a gift, for Alex.”
Rafael’s expression was a mix of surprise and hesitation. “He’s your husband, Henry. And I’m—what—fifteen years older than him? There are a lot of ways this could get messy.”
Henry nodded, acknowledging the concerns. “But it doesn’t have to be messy. I trust you, Rafael. And more importantly, I know Alex would be into it, even if he’s too dense to admit it yet.”
Rafael let out a slow breath, his gaze drifting back toward the kitchen door, where Alex’s voice could be heard singing along to whatever pop song was on the radio. “You’re really okay with this?” Raf knew he had already asked this, but it warranted repeated.
Henry’s voice was softer now, filled with a strange kind of tenderness. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I weren’t. You mean a lot to him, Raf. More than you realize. And you mean a lot to me too.”
Rafael’s gaze flickered, the wariness still there but tempered by something warmer. “And you’d just… watch?”
Henry’s smile widened, a wicked edge to it now. “I’d love to watch. You’re pretty easy on the eyes, my husband’s not wrong.”
Before Rafael could respond, Alex returned with a tray of drinks, still humming along to the song. He plopped down between them, a broad grin on his face. “What did I miss?”
Henry shot Rafael a meaningful glance before turning back to Alex with a playful smile. “Not much. Just making plans for the rest of the weekend.”
As the night wore on, the banter grew lighter, the drinks stronger, and the room warmer. Alex, ever the animated storyteller, was recounting a wild campaign story when Henry, with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaned forward suddenly. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the night. But he was feeling bold. In one swift motion, he “accidentally” knocked over his whiskey, sending the amber liquid spilling onto Rafael’s chest.
“Fuck, I’m sorry!” Henry exclaimed, though his tone was far from sincere. Henry exchanged a glace with Raf, Henry had planned to wait until tomorrow- but he changed his mind, he wanted to see if he could make this happen tonight.
Rafael let out a sigh, standing up to assess the damage. “Guess I’ll have to take this off,” he muttered, pulling off his damp shirt and tossing it aside.
Henry’s eyes flicked to Alex, who was trying—and failing—to look away. The flush on his cheeks was unmistakable, his gaze darting back to Rafael’s exposed chest before he quickly shifted his focus back to his drink.
“Like what you see, love?” Henry asked, his voice playful but filled with intent.
Alex choked on his sip, nearly dropping his glass in surprise. “What? No, I wasn’t—I mean…”
Before he could stammer a denial, Henry reached out, cupping Rafael’s jaw and pulling him into a slow, deliberate kiss. Rafael hesitated for only a split second before leaning in, returning the kiss with surprising intensity.
When they broke apart, Alex’s wide-eyed stare was somewhere between shock and arousal. He looked like he thought he was in a dream. His breath was coming in short, uneven gasps, and his face was flushed a deep red.
“What …. The actual fuck is happening right now?” Alex gaped at them, his own glass lopsided and empty on the couch. Henry knew Alex was not even aware he spilled his drink.
Henry laughed, the sound rich and teasing, as he pulled back from Rafael. He was deeply aware of Alex’s gaze—shocked, wide-eyed, and clearly aroused. It was the exact reaction he’d hoped for, though seeing it unfold was even more delicious than he’d imagined.
“Oh, come now, love,” Henry said smoothly, his voice low and coaxing. “Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting?”
Alex blinked rapidly, his mind clearly struggling to catch up. “What do you mean?” he asked, the words tumbling out half-defensive, half-confused. He looked like he was trying to grasp a concept that had been just out of reach.
Henry smirked, feeling a flicker of affection mixed with desire. “I mean, you’ve been eyeing Rafael for years. You think I haven’t noticed? The way you get a bit more animated around him? The way your eyes linger when you think I’m not looking?”
Alex’s face went from flushed to absolutely scarlet. “No, I—” He stumbled, words failing him. “It’s not like that. I just admire him.”
“Is that all it is?” Rafael asked, his voice low and soft, but with an edge of mischief that Henry hadn’t heard before. He stepped closer, his body warm and slightly damp from the spilled whiskey, and Henry caught the way Alex’s eyes dropped instinctively to Rafael’s chest.
Alex swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly. “I—uh…”
Rafael’s mouth quirked up at one corner, and he looked to Henry, as if seeking permission to push the boundaries further. Henry nodded, his gaze encouraging.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Alex,” Rafael said, his tone unexpectedly tender. “It’s not a bad thing.”
Alex let out a shaky breath, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to regain his composure. “I didn’t think… I mean, I never thought…”
Henry leaned in, his voice a soft murmur as he placed a hand on Alex’s thigh. “Never thought what? That I’d notice? Or that I would be okay with it?”
Alex’s breath hitched. The room felt charged with a new kind of tension—one that was heavier, more intimate. He finally managed to meet Henry’s eyes, searching for something—clarity, permission, maybe even reassurance.
“And you’re okay with this?” Alex asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Henry’s smile was warm, filled with a mix of love and lust. “More than okay. I want this for you, Alex. I want you to have everything you desire, even the things you’re too afraid to admit.”
Rafael’s gaze softened too, his wariness melting away as he looked at Alex, who was still caught somewhere between disbelief and a primal need he couldn’t hide any longer. “I’ve always respected you, Alex,” Rafael said quietly. “But tonight… we can be honest. You don’t have to hold back.”
The words seemed to break something loose in Alex. He shifted slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked between Henry and Rafael. “You both want this?”
Henry nodded slowly, his hand sliding further up Alex’s thigh. “We do. But only if you want it, too.”
Alex’s eyes flicked between them, his confusion slowly giving way to a raw, unmistakable hunger. “I… I want it,” he admitted, the words coming out rough, almost desperate.
Rafael’s lips curled into a small smile, his voice low and intimate as he took a step closer. “Good,” he murmured, reaching out to cup Alex’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over the stubble there. “Because I’ve wanted you too, for longer than I’d like to admit.”
Alex’s eyes locked with Rafael’s, the air between them heavy. For a moment, it was as if time had paused. Then, with a sudden surge of confidence, Alex stood up and crossed the short distance to where Rafael was sitting. He hesitated just briefly, catching Henry’s gaze for reassurance.
Henry’s expression was open, encouraging, a subtle nod of approval.
And that was all Alex needed.
He climbed onto Rafael’s lap, straddling him with a boldness that seemed to surprise even himself. Rafael’s hands instinctively came to rest on Alex’s hips, his grip firm but gentle, as if testing whether Alex was truly comfortable.
“Are you sure?” Rafael asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes,” Alex breathed, his words full of urgency. “I’m sure.”
Henry watched, feeling a mix of warmth, arousal, and a strange tenderness bloom in his chest. There was something unexpectedly intimate about seeing his husband in this moment of exploration. His own desire flared, but he held back, letting Alex set the pace.
Alex’s hands moved to Rafael’s shoulders, steadying himself as he shifted closer. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he admitted, his voice almost shy.
“Then do it,” Rafael urged softly, his tone inviting but patient.
Alex leaned in, his mouth finding Rafael’s with a desperate kind of need. The kiss was hesitant at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened, fuelled by years of longing. Rafael’s hands slid up Alex’s back, pulling him closer, the touch confident and sure.
Henry couldn’t look away.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. Henry felt a rush of arousal as he saw his husband give in, heard the faint sound of Alex’s surprised, needy moan as he responded with equal fervour.
Rafael broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Alex’s, both of them breathing hard. “Still okay?” Rafael asked, his voice husky.
Alex’s eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks flushed, but his gaze was clear. “Yeah,” he breathed, his voice steady now. “More than okay.”
Henry felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight before him. He shifted his position slightly, watching the way Alex’s body leaned into Rafael’s, craving more. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he said, voice low and filled with promise.
Henry’s grip on his whiskey glass tightened to the point where his knuckles turned white. His breath hitched when Alex shifted forward, grinding himself against Raf. Right there in the living room. The movement was unhurried, deliberate, and impossibly hot. Alex’s hips pressed down; the friction unmistakable.
“Fuck,” Henry swore under his breath, the word escaping without thought. It wasn’t anger or jealously; it was raw arousal mixed with disbelief. His eyes darkened, heat pooling low in his stomach. This was fucking hot.
Alex’s rhythm grew bolder, his breathing uneven, a soft moan slipping from his lips. The sound sent a shiver down Henry’s spine, his own body reacting instantly, betraying just how much the scene affected him.
“Christ, Alex,” Henry murmured, unable to stop himself. He felt his pulse thudding in his ears as he watched Rafael’s hands slide up to cup Alex’s waist, steadying him. Rafael’s movements were patient but firm, meeting Alex’s grinding with a confidence that only heightened the intensity.
When Alex let out another shaky moan, Henry swallowed hard. His gaze was fixed, transfixed, caught between the sight of his husband’s pleasure and the realization of how deeply it stirred something primal within him.
It was impossible to deny how badly he wanted to be part of it—to reach out, to touch, to guide, to feel. But he stayed back, holding steady, letting Alex have this moment of exploration and control.
He’s wanted this for so long, Henry thought, a mixture of pride and longing swirling inside him. There was no mistaking the attraction between Alex and Rafael—an attraction Henry had seen countless times in fleeting glances, in those moments when Alex would blush and look away. It had always been there, simmering, even before he and Alex had become a couple.
Henry’s breathing grew shallower as he saw Alex lean closer into Rafael, their mouths colliding again, this time messier, more desperate. Henry’s heart pounded, his gaze fixated on the way Alex’s fingers clung to Rafael’s shoulders, the way Rafael’s hands gripped Alex’s hips. Henry palmed himself through his jeans. He was so hard, just from watching.
He’s really going for it, Henry thought, equal parts fascinated and moved the change in Alex once he had been given permission. They had been drinking, but none of them were drunk- the alcohol had seemed to make them all a bit braver though, a bit more honest about their wants.
Then, suddenly, Alex paused, breaking the kiss. Henry’s eyes narrowed, watching as Alex slipped off Rafael’s lap, dropping to his knees. His fingers reached for Rafael’s belt, and the scene became even more charged.
Henry’s reaction was instant—a flood of heat and a kind of dizzying disbelief. He’s really doing this, he realized, his pulse quickening. He felt a strange mix of protectiveness and thrill as he watched Alex move with a focus he hadn’t seen before.
Henry’s grip tightened around the glass in his hand.
This is what he needs, Henry thought. And I want this for him.
“Can I?” It took Henry a moment to realise Alex was talking to him, not Raf. Alex was staring right at him, on his knees, hands hovering on Rafael’s belt, waiting for his husband’s permission.
Henry nodded, too breathless to speak.
“I need you to say it baby.” Alex told him.
“Do it.” Henry heard himself saying. “Taste his cock.”
Alex moaned at Henry’s words, reaching finally for Raf’s zipper. Alex glanced at Raf, asking for his permission this time.
“Are you sure?” Rafael’s voice was low, rumbling with both desire and concern.
Alex’s response was unwavering, his tone husky yet firm. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
Raf then undid his own belt, throwing it to the floor. “Then go ahead.”
When Alex leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Rafael’s stomach before moving lower, his hands unzipping Raf’s jeans, pulling out his hard length- at least as big as Henry, if not a little bigger. Henry’s chest tightened. His anticipation was palpable . Then came the sound—Alex’s first moan, low and throaty, as he took Rafael in his mouth. It was a sound that was almost sinful, vibrating with raw desire.
The moan hit Henry like a physical force, sending a shiver down his spine. He felt his own arousal intensify, his body reacting to the sheer eroticism of the moment. He leaned back, his fingers gripping the edge of his seat.
Rafael’s head fell back, his breath coming in short gasps, his fingers tightening in Alex’s hair. His voice was rough, filled with pleasure and disbelief. “God, Alex…”
Henry watched, his eyes filled with warmth and pride, as Alex explored this new territory with both eagerness and reverence. He knew how talented Alex was with his mouth, Alex had a lot of practise over the last seven years. He could tell from Raf’s face that Alex was working him hard, he knew Alex would be pulling out every trick he knew, to try and impress. Alex’s curls shimmered in the evening light as his head bobbed up and down, so focused on Raf’s cock.
“You’re beautiful, Alex,” Henry murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just… beautiful.”
Alex’s eyes flickered up, meeting Henry’s gaze for a brief moment before he returned to Rafael, his movements becoming more confident, more sure.
Rafael’s chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at Alex, his fingers still tangled in Alex’s hair. “God, Alex,” Rafael groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and disbelief. His hips rocked forward slightly, unable to help the movement as Alex’s mouth worked him with deep, deliberate strokes.
The noises from Alex were sinful, each moan vibrating through the room and hitting Henry like a physical force. The sounds of pleasure, the rhythmic gasps—every bit of it sent waves of desire crashing over him.
Rafael’s eyes were dark, locked on Alex’s face, a mix of heat and something more—something close to reverence. “I’m close,” he warned, voice hoarse. His hand tightened in Alex’s hair, but it was a guiding pressure, not forceful. It was a question as much as a statement.
Alex pulled back slightly, a sinful wet pop as he released Raf’s cock from his mouth. “Do it,” he whispered, the words rough and urgent. “I want it.” Then, without breaking eye-contact with Raf, Alex took him in again, as far as he could.
Alex gripped Raf’s hips hard, urging him on. Henry knew Alex’s tongue would be working harder than ever right now.
Rafael’s control finally snapped, and he let out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he came. Alex held steady, taking it all with a deep satisfaction, his hand gripping Rafael’s hip tightly as Rafael shuddered through his release.
When it was over, Rafael stood there for a moment, his breath uneven, his hand still cradling the back of Alex’s head as if unsure whether to let go. “Fuck, Alex,” he murmured, voice thick.
Alex, his breathing heavy, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before shifting to look back at Henry. His eyes were still bright with lust and triumph, but there was a hint of vulnerability as well, as if seeking approval.
Henry’s smile was warm and full of pride. “That was incredible,” he said, reaching out to pull Alex close. He pressed a soft kiss to Alex’s forehead, letting his hand trail down Alex’s back in a reassuring touch. “But now… it’s my turn.”
Alex’s eyes widened at that, a mix of excitement and disbelief. “Yeah?” he asked, voice low, like he was still trying to wrap his mind around the situation.
Henry’s response was a confident smile. “Fuck me.” Feeling bolder than ever, Henry turned to Raf, “You want to stay and watch?”
Raf shook his head in disbelief and laughed, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll never say no to a free show.”
“There’s lube under the middle couch cushion.” Henry instructed Alex. Henry knew to keep certain areas of the house fully stocked.
Alex reached for the lube with newfound urgency, his hands moving deftly as he warmed it between his palms.
Henry stripped, a thrill going through him- at the idea of two sets of eyes being on him, watching his every move. First the jeans. Then the shirt. Finally the boxers.
“You really okay with me watching this, Henry?” Rafael asked, his voice low but filled with genuine curiosity.
“Absolutely,” Henry replied, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “I want Alex to have everything he wants… even this.”
Henry turned around, bracing himself, bending over- this was not the most romantic thing they have ever done by far, but he wanted it fast and dirty right now- he felt like he was ready for his dick to explode about ten minutes ago.
“I need it hard and fast.” Henry felt the command in his voice.
“I need to prep you baby.” Alex reminded him gently.
“I’m fine.”
“Baby.”
“Fine.” Henry groaned, despite his secret thrill over how much his husband cared about his body. “But prep me quick.”
Alex positioned himself over Henry, his touch tender as he prepped Henry slowly, his movements deliberate and careful, his fingers being experts when it came to Henry.
When Henry nodded, giving him the final signal, Alex pushed forward carefully, ungracefully freeing himself from his jeans, so hard and ready. He didn’t even bother to pull his pants down all the way, uncaring as the lube spilled both onto his cock and jeans, in his hurry to coat himself. Alex gave a low moan he slid inside, the white-hot heat of his husband’s body surrounding him.
Henry gasped, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way. “Fuck, Alex,” he breathed, his grip tightening around Alex’s shoulders. “That’s it…”
“You’re beautiful together,” Rafael said quietly.
Alex found a rhythm, each thrust slow but powerful, driving deeper as he leaned forward to press a fierce, needy kiss to the back of Henry’s neck. Raf could see their connection was raw, urgent, and filled with a love that ran deep. Rafael’s gaze stayed locked on Alex’s face, his expression heated. It was as if he couldn’t help but be drawn into the intimacy, watching as Alex made love to Henry with an intensity that bordered on worship.
The intensity of it all made Alex lose focus momentarily, his rhythm becoming erratic. When he glanced up, he found Rafael’s gaze locked on his own, it was enough to push Alex over the edge.
“Motherfucking hell,” Alex gasped, his voice a desperate mix of need and disbelief.
Rafael’s response was immediate, a dark, encouraging whisper. “Don’t hold back, Alex. Show him everything.”
The words were all it took. Alex’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his gaze never breaking from Rafael’s. It was the eye contact, the sheer heat in Rafael’s eyes, that sent Alex spiralling. With a guttural moan, he came hard, his body trembling with release. Henry came a second later, as Alex thrust hard against his prostate one last time, his hand wrapping around Henry’s cock to pull his husband over the edge with him. Henry came in his husband’s hand, almost falling over the couch as the pleasure took over his body, he felt like he was flying.
Henry, feeling the intensity of it all, turned around to wrap himself in Alex’s arms as soon as his husband pulled out of him. “You’re perfect,” he whispered against Alex’s lips.
“Fuck you too are hot.” Raf said from the couch, and Henry could see he was already palming himself again, hard again already.
Alex laughed and winked at Raf, before his lips found Henry’s again for a slow, lingering kiss—one that reignited the smouldering heat between them. Alex pulled them both down onto the floor, and they sat there for what could have been seconds or hours, just kissing on the carpet.
Alex broke the kiss first, his breathing unsteady. “Is it okay if I kiss him again?” he asked, his voice low but clear, the question directed at Henry.
Henry’s response was immediate, filled with warmth. “Yes, love,” he murmured, his voice soft.
With Henry’s permission, Alex crawled toward Rafael, the shift slow and deliberate. He reached out tentatively at first, his hand settling on Rafael’s thigh before leaning in to press his lips to Rafael’s. It was hesitant for only a moment, then deepened.
The kiss grew hungrier, more demanding, and soon Alex’s body was pressed against Rafael’s, the contact making both of them groan with need. Their hands roamed over each other’s skin, the touches charged and electric.
The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate. Alex shifted, straddling Rafael’s lap, grinding down against him with a needy moan. The sound seemed to reverberate through the room.
Rafael’s hand drifted lower, brushing along the curve of Alex’s ass. That was when Alex pulled back slightly, his voice rough and filled with want.
“Fuck me,” Alex said, plain and direct, the words edged with a need that couldn’t be mistaken.
Rafael’s eyes flashed with desire, but he paused, looking over Alex’s shoulder to meet Henry’s gaze. It was silent, but the question was clear: Are you okay with this?
Henry nodded, his voice steady. “It’s what he wants. It’s what we all want.”
With that, Alex didn’t hesitate. He reached over, grabbing the bottle of lube from the nearby table, thrusting it into Rafael’s hand. “Come on,” he urged, voice shaky but sure. “I need you.” Alex has already pulled his own jeans and pants completely off, and his fingers were already reaching behind, ready to play with himself.
Henry’s pulse quickened, while he and Alex did occasionally switch, Henry had always had his preference, he preferred to bottom, and Alex was more than happy to top- they were both more than content with their sex life. But sometimes Alex wanted to be dicked down, nice and deep, and while Henry always obliged, it wasn’t his favourite position….. but getting to see someone else give Alex what he craved, fuck that was hot.
Rafael’s fingers tightened around the bottle, his eyes dark with hunger as he positioned Alex to bend over the arm of the couch, where Henry had been bent over himself, only half an hour before. Henry watched as Raf expertly prepared Alex, his fingers easily scissoring in and out of his husband, finding that special spot inside, as Alex leaned back into the touch and moaned, eyes closed.
“Fuck me already.” Alex begged.
“Condom,” Henry gently reminded them.
Alex’s eyes widened for a moment, as if the thought had only just hit him. “Fuck,” he breathed, pulling back with a rueful grin. “We haven’t touched one in years.” The humour in his voice was matched by a lingering desire.
Rafael chuckled, the sound rough but affectionate. “Good thing I’m prepared,” he said, reaching over to grab his wallet from the nearby table. He pulled out a condom, holding it up between them.
Alex’s eyes were bright, filled with both amusement and anticipation. “Well, then,” he said, his voice low, “let’s make sure we do this right.”
As Rafael slid the condom on, Alex pushed his hips back, eager and impatient. “Hurry,” he breathed, his voice raw with anticipation.
Rafael didn’t waste another second. He slicked himself up with lube, his hands moving carefully as he lined up behind Alex. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low.
Alex nodded, looking back at Henry one more time for reassurance. “I’m good,” he said, his voice strong but tinged with vulnerability.
Henry’s gaze was warm, filled with encouragement. “Then enjoy it, love.”
Rafael glanced at Henry too, ensuring this was still welcome. Henry’s gaze remained steady, warm. “Make him feel good,” Henry encouraged, his voice thick with emotion.
With that, Rafael pressed forward, slow and deliberate, his movements controlled as he stretched Alex open. Alex let out a deep, guttural moan, his body arching into the sensation, fully giving himself over to it.
“God, yes,” Alex groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as Rafael’s thrusts became more forceful, hitting just the right spot inside him. Rafael’s hand reached around to stroke Alex’s cock, adding to the intensity.
Henry could tell Raf was good at this, his thrusts, the rhythm, the angle- he was definitely pounding Alex’s prostate and Alex was loving every second of it- Henry was sure Alex could be heard down the street right now. Alex’s moans echoed throughout the house.
Henry’s gaze never wavered, his heart swelling as he watched Alex’s pleasure unfold. “You’re doing amazing,” he encouraged softly, his voice filled with love.
Alex’s moans grew louder, each sound filled with a sense of release and satisfaction. “Raf…” he managed, his voice breaking with pleasure as Rafael continued to thrust steadily.
The room was electric. Alex’s breathing was ragged, and his body trembled as Rafael’s hand moved in sync with a deep, steady rhythm. Rafael’s other hand reached around to hold Alex's shoulder, grounding him, the connection clear in every touch.
Rafael’s wrist moved with confident strokes, the slickness of the lube amplifying Alex’s pleasure. Alex’s body responded, his gasps growing louder, more desperate, as he felt the mounting tension inside him build to its peak.
“Don’t hold back,” Rafael murmured, his voice low but steady. “I’ve got you.”
That reassurance was all Alex needed. His eyes closed, his head dropping forward as he finally let go, his body shaking with the force of his climax. Rafael held him, his hand steady, guiding him through the waves of release.
Once Alex came down from his high, he leaned back against Rafael, breathing heavily. His face was flushed, but his expression was one of pure satisfaction. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words filled with genuine gratitude.
Rafael pulled back gently, slipping off the condom and disposing of it in a nearby trash can. Raf was still hard, but he could tell Alex was spent and oversensitive, Raf knew he had been pretty brutal with Alex’s prostate, but Alex has kept begging and begging for him to keep hitting that spot, so Raf did- he had always found it hard to say no to Alex.
Alex, still catching his breath, leaned back, his gaze shifting between Henry and Rafael. He was already spent, but a lingering spark of desire flickered in his eyes. He noticed both men were still hard. Raf naked and wanting, and Henry, back in his boxers, but his cock clearly hard again from watching Alex be fucked senseless.
“Are you both okay?” Alex asked softly, his voice hoarse.
Henry smiled, reaching out to stroke Alex’s hair. “We’re more than okay, love,” he assured him.
Rafael, sitting beside Alex, gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Very okay,” he echoed, his voice low and warm.
Alex hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing with a mix of vulnerability and excitement. “There’s… one more thing,” he admitted. “If you’re both up for it.”
Henry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it, love? You can ask us.”
Alex’s voice was steady, but his request was filled with earnestness. “I want to see both of you… finish. On me.”
Raf coughed, “I think you’ve been watching too much porn.”
Alex glared at him, “Shut up.”
Raf let out a low, fond laugh. Alex felt his flash flush.
“Please.” Alex asked again, begging Raf with his eyes. Alex knew he wouldn’t say no, not to him.
“Of course sweet boy.” Raf told him, hand already back on his throbbing cock.
Henry’s expression was soft and filled with so much love, it almost hurt Raf to look at, like he was invading. “If that’s what you want love, then we’d love to give it to you.”
With that, the mood shifted again, a different kind of anticipation building between them. Rafael and Henry positioned themselves in front of Alex.
They began to stroke themselves, each focused on his own pleasure.
Henry started first, his hand moving slowly over himself. His breath hitched, and he let out a soft, throaty moan.
Alex watched with rapt attention, his eyes wide and intent, his breathing steady. He wasn’t just observing; he was feeling this moment, letting it wash over him, letting it fill him. Raf’s hand was rougher, harder, faster. While Henry touched himself with his usual steady and gentle rhythm- their styles were so different, yet both worked so much for Alex. He watched them, his eyes wide with awe, he did not want to miss a second of this, these two beautiful men, touching themselves, stroking themselves, for him- because he asks them to.
“How’s that, love?” Henry breathed, voice husky, glancing up at Alex with a small grin.
“It’s good,” Alex whispered, his voice tight with anticipation. “Really good.”
“Keep watching,” Henry urged, his voice low, almost commanding. “We’re doing this for you.”
Raf’s movements became more urgent, and he let out a quiet gasp, his eyes locked on Henry. “You getting close?”
Henry bit his life, his breathing rough. “Almost,” he managed, matching Henry’s pace. “You?”
Raf nodded, sweat beading on his forehead. “Yeah. Let’s give him what he wants.”
The intensity in the room ramped up. Alex’s body tensed, caught between the two of them, the air heavy with shared desire. His eyes never wavered; he was focused, rapt, drinking in every detail of their pleasure.
“Please,” Alex whispered, his voice raw. “Together.”
Henry’s brow furrowed as he pushed himself to match Raf’s rhythm. Their breathing synced up, and a few stuttered groans filled the air as they reached their limits.
“Raf,” Henry gasped, his voice tight and urgent.
With a shared moan, they both let go, their release warm and messy against Alex’s skin, the final act of shared desire. Alex’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt the warmth hit him, a satisfied, almost serene look on his face as his cheeks and lips became streaked with white.
Alex closed his eyes for a moment, before bringing his hands to his fact, mixing the semen together. He wiped some off his cheek with his thumb and stuck it in his mouth- he couldn’t tell what Raf was and what was Henry- they did it together, for him, and it was beautiful.
As he wiped his face, a playful grin tugged at his lips. He looked up at them, his eyes shining with both satisfaction and gratitude. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.
Henry leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Alex’s forehead. “Thank you for being so open, love.”
Raf leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Alex’s bare chest. “You’re perfect,” he whispered.
Alex leaned back against the couch, his skin flushed and damp, breathing still coming in uneven gasps. He looked over at Rafael, who was sitting close, his own chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. There was a lingering spark in Rafael’s eyes—something warm, tender, almost wistful.
Alex shifted closer, his voice low and a bit hoarse. “One last kiss, for the road?”
Rafael’s lips curved into a slow smile. “How could I say no?”
They leaned into each other, the kiss gentle and unhurried.
“Just,” Alex murmured, his voice light but his eyes serious, “make sure my dad never, ever finds out about this.”
Rafael chuckled, the sound warm and rough. “I’m pretty sure that’s in both of our best interests.” He pressed one last lingering kiss to Alex’s forehead before standing up, his expression soft. “I’ll let you two get some rest.”
He shot Henry a grateful, almost knowing look before heading to the guest room for a shower.
Once the door clicked shut behind Rafael, Alex let out a long, contented sigh. “Well… that happened.”
Henry couldn’t help but smile as he pulled Alex up gently. “It certainly did.”
They made their way to their bedroom, Alex’s steps slow and heavy, the fatigue of the night settling in. “I should probably shower,” Alex muttered, half-heartedly, already half-asleep.
Henry shook his head, his voice low and soothing. “You’re exhausted, love. Just lie down.”
Alex didn’t argue, simply collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied groan. Henry disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. He sat beside Alex, gently wiping the sweat and remnants of the evening from his skin with tender, slow strokes. The gesture was intimate in a different way—an act of quiet love that spoke of years of knowing and caring for each other.
Alex’s eyes fluttered open slightly, a small, tired smile on his lips. “You didn’t have to do this,” he said softly, voice heavy with gratitude.
“I wanted to,” Henry replied, his voice warm. “You deserve it.”
Alex’s expression softened, and he reached out to touch Henry’s hand. “Thank you… for tonight. For knowing me better than I know myself sometimes.”
Henry leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Alex’s lips. “Always, love. I’ll always know what you need.”
Alex closed his eyes, the warmth of Henry’s touch and words lulling him into a peaceful calm. “I love you,” he murmured sleepily.
“I love you too,” Henry whispered back, his heart full. He watched as Alex drifted off, then pulled the covers over him, settling beside him. The room was quiet now, filled with the soft sound of Alex’s steady breathing—a rhythm that was as familiar as it was comforting.
As Henry continued, Alex’s voice broke the quiet. “That was… the first time I’ve been with someone else since that first kiss on New Year’s Eve. Eight years ago. You know that, right?”
Henry’s hand paused, his eyes locking with Alex’s. “I know.”
Alex reached up, his fingers grazing Henry’s cheek. “It felt right, but… it’s enough. I don’t want to share this with anyone else. Just you. Maybe… maybe with him again someday. But no one else.”
Henry’s lips quirked into a soft, understanding smile. “I get that, and I feel the same. Rafael’s different. I trust him. But beyond that, I don’t think either of us needs it.”
Alex’s expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For giving me this. For knowing me.”
Henry leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Alex’s forehead. “Always.”
As Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, Henry finished cleaning him up and pulled the blanket over him. He slipped into bed beside Alex, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close.
“Do you think it’ll happen again?” Alex asked, voice drowsy but curious.
“Maybe,” Henry admitted, pressing a kiss to the back of Alex’s neck. “If it feels right again.”
Alex nodded, a contented smile tugging at his lips. “Good,” he murmured. “But no one else. I’d get too jealous.”
Henry chuckled softly. “I know.”
Henry draped himself over his husband and Alex was asleep in minutes.
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The kitchen was filled with the warm, comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee when Alex shuffled in, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair was a mess, his T-shirt wrinkled, and he moved with the slow, lazy steps of someone still waking up. Rafael was already at the counter, leaning back with a mug in hand. He looked far more awake than Alex expected, his black T-shirt fitting just right, his dark hair neatly combed, and a faint smile already playing on his lips.
“Morning, sunshine,” Rafael greeted, his voice low and teasing.
“Morning,” Alex mumbled, making a direct line for the coffee pot. “How long have you been up?”
“About an hour,” Rafael replied, sipping his coffee. “Figured I’d let you two sleep in and get the caffeine flowing.”
Alex poured himself a mug and took a grateful sip, feeling the warmth spread through him. “Bless you. I think I needed a caffeine IV after last night.”
“Yeah? You look like it took a toll.”
Alex shot him a sideways look, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. “I mean, three guys, one couch—that counts as a threesome, right?”
Rafael's lips curved into a smirk, shaking his head. “No, not really, kid.”
Alex blinked, caught off guard. “How does that not count?”
Rafael took another sip, his gaze steady and playful. “A proper threesome’s more than just two people doting on one. It’s supposed to be balanced.”
“So, I wasn’t doing it right?” Alex asked, pretending to be offended.
Rafael laughed softly, his voice warm. “Oh, you did just fine. But Henry and I were… well, let’s just say we were more focused on you than each other.”
“Fair point,” Alex admitted, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “So, what would a ‘real’ threesome be like, then?”
Rafael’s eyes flickered with a teasing light. “Everyone’s involved, equally. No spectators, no main event—just a lot of sharing.”
“Sounds complicated,” Alex joked, leaning back against the counter.
“It can be,” Rafael said, his tone matter-of-fact. “But it’s worth it when it’s good.”
Alex’s curiosity got the better of him. “How many times have you done it? Like, really done it?”
Rafael chuckled, a low, amused sound. “Lost count a long time ago.”
Alex’s eyes widened, both impressed and intrigued. “Damn. You must have started early.”
Rafael shrugged, a casual smile on his face. “Let’s just say I had an adventurous twenties… and thirties.”
“So, you’re a seasoned pro, huh?” Alex teased, his voice taking on a playful edge.
“Just experienced,” Rafael corrected, his grin widening. “I’ve had my share of fun.”
“Give me a number,” Alex pressed, unable to resist.
Rafael shook his head, a genuine laugh escaping him. “You really want to know? Trust me, it’s more than you’d expect.”
“More than I’d expect from a U.S. senator, maybe,” Alex shot back with a grin.
Rafael leaned in a bit, his voice dropping to a mock-conspiratorial tone. “Politics isn’t the only place I know how to navigate, kid.”
Alex laughed, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Noted. So, last night—was that on the tamer side for you?”
“Very,” Rafael confirmed, but his tone was soft. “But it was nice. Different, but nice.”
Alex nodded, the playful banter giving way to a moment of sincerity. “It was good for me, too. Really good. Thanks for… well, everything.”
Before Raf could respond, the kitchen door creaked open, and Henry shuffled in, looking adorably rumpled—his hair a mess, his T-shirt askew, and his eyes heavy with sleep.
Instantly, Alex’s face softened, a warm smile spreading across his lips.
Setting his mug down, Alex crossed the room to wrap his arms around Henry’s waist. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Henry’s lips.
Henry hummed contentedly, returning the kiss before pulling back slightly. “Morning darling,” he mumbled, a sleepy smile appearing. “You two are up early.”
“Raf started the coffee,” Alex said, tilting his head toward Rafael. “He’s been giving me a crash course on proper threesomes.”
Henry’s eyebrows lifted, caught between amusement and disbelief. “Oh? Is that what I missed?”
Rafael raised his mug in mock acknowledgment, a knowing smile on his face. “Just helping the rookie understand the basics, Windsor.”
Henry chuckled as he reached for his own mug. “Already starting trouble this morning, are we?”
“Always,” Alex replied with a grin. “But it’s the fun kind of trouble.”