by David Horne
“Sorry,” Alex said automatically.
“Stop that,” Harry told him, meeting his eyes. “Stop apologizing, all right?”
Alex licked his lips. “I don’t think I can.”
There was a pause, and Harry patted the couch. Alex felt like he wasn’t completely in control of his limbs as he stumbled over to the couch and dropped down next to Harry. His leg started thumping up and down, nervous.
“Hey,” Harry said gently, leaning over to put his mug on the coffee table. He laid a hand on Alex’s knee, squeezing gently. “Look at me.”
Alex did so, slowly, not quite sure what to do, what to feel. He was adrift, confused, and desperately wanted to believe that this was true, but felt as if he was going to wake up any time soon.
“She felt bad for being the cause. I tried to tell her she wasn’t, but she was having none of it.”
“Yeah,” Alex said, with a watery laugh. Bella was something he could latch onto. “She can be like that.”
“Stubborn. Like someone else I know,” Harry added, and his smile softened. “I was – I am – mad at you. What you did was so unfair, and it hurt.”
“I know,” Alex said, stopping the sorry before it could spill out of his mouth. “If I could take it back—”
“I know,” Harry said, cutting across him. “I can’t promise it will be easy, but I want to – it was awful without having you to call, or being able to beg you to come save me from the bakery.”
Alex laughed softly, swiping at his face. “You love the bakery, don’t lie.”
Harry shrugged, but as he gripped Alex’s hands tight, his expression was serious. “I want to forgive you.”
It was a relief, some of the tension in Alex’s body easing, but he knew it wasn’t an out, not really.
“I want to make it up to you,” Alex said, finding the courage he thought had abandoned him. He curled his fingers around Harry’s wrist, afraid that he would disappear at any minute. “Let me take you on a date.”
“Well,” Harry said, lips quirking up into a grin. “We are at your parents’ house —?”
“Oh,” Alex said, feeling his cheeks heat. “Right. Well. Let me take you on another date after this, just the two of us.”
Harry looked at him, drawing the silence out for a beat, two, and then, to Alex’s relief, he nodded. “I’d like that. A lot.”
The happiness and hope that blossomed in Alex’s chest was almost overwhelming, and he ducked forward, pressing his forehead to Harry’s. Harry’s hand was on the back of his head, holding him in place, and Alex knew he was crying, could hear the sniffling Harry was trying to cover, and he couldn’t let go of Harry’s arms, or his hand. Please let this be real, he told himself furiously. Let it be real.
It could only be real, he told himself not five seconds later when the door to the dining room flung open and Bella said, “Dinner’s ready.”
She held up her hands as Alex’s head whipped around, glaring at her.
“Be nice,” Harry said, amused. “She’s the reason I’m here after all.”
“Yeah, Alex,” Bella said, hands on her hips. “Be nice.”
Alex rolled his eyes, but he was too happy to keep the argument going. He kept hold of Harry’s hand and tugged him up off the couch. “Wanna come meet my parents?”
“I think I already have,” Harry reminded him, but he just smiled, gesturing for Alex to lead the way. “Can’t say I know them well.”
Alex would make sure he did, that his parents would know Harry just as well. He would make this right, make up for everything, and hopefully, if he was lucky, hold on to Harry for as long as he could.
Epilogue
Alex’s alarm was blaring in his ear. He slapped his hand against the dresser, trying to grab his phone, cursing as it tumbled to the floor. There was a yelp and he cursed, rolling over.
Flora was staring down at Alex’s phone, which had apparently woken her.
“Sorry babe,” Alex said, reaching out to stroke her. She immediately wriggled under his hand, wagging her tail furiously. Her eyes were big and round. Breakfast, she seemed to say. Breakfast?
“Sorry for what?” Harry mumbled, somewhere to Alex’s left. He had one hand on Alex’s hip, his nose pressed to Alex’s elbow.
“Nothing,” Alex said, leaning over to run a hand through Harry’s hair. “Was talking to Flora.”
Harry cracked open one eye, squinting in the early morning light. “What’s she done?”
Alex chuckled as Flora realized he wasn’t going to be feeding her anytime soon and hurried out of the bedroom, probably to terrorize the fish. “I almost knocked her out with my phone.”
“Ugh,” Harry moaned, shifting so that he could bury his face in Alex’s chest, letting out a breath that brushed Alex’s nipple. He shuddered, biting on the urge to take it further. It was an accident. “Time to get up then?”
Alex’s laugh was gentle and happy. He rubbed his thumb over Harry’s cheek, pressed it to his bottom lip. Harry’s lips parted, and Alex couldn’t believe how lucky he was, how everything had worked out. He was so grateful that he had been given this chance and he had done his best not to mess it up again. A year and a half later and everything was working out.
There were times when it wasn’t perfect and when they would argue, and Alex would feel an itch under his skin that he couldn’t scratch, desperate to make things better so that Harry didn’t leave. He struggled to make everything right.
Those times were few and far between, though, and he was content.
“Where’s your head at?” Harry asked, stroking his fingers over Alex’s chest, leaving goose pimples in his wake.
“Just thinking about you,” Alex said, honestly.
“Oh?” Harry’s eyes were dark and all right, yeah, Alex could get on board with that.
“Yeah,” Alex breathed, swiping a thumb between Harry’s ear, teasing the skin that always had Harry’s breath picking up, scratching as Harry arched into his touch. “Just you.”
Harry’s fingers shifted, brushing over a nipple, and Alex let out a soft sound. Alex rested his free hand on the back of Harry’s head, strands of hair falling over his fingers. Harry shuffled down Alex’s body, settling between Alex’s legs. It always had Alex’s pulse jumping, his breath quickening. It reminded him of that first time, of the sight of Harry wrapping his lips around Alex’s dick for the first time.
“Morning,” Harry said, tongue pressed into his cheek. His grin was nearly always present in the bedroom, and Alex wondered if it would ever stop affecting him.
Alex rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh. He’d kept his hand on the back of Harry’s head, and he brushed over Harry’s hair, smooth and clean from their shower the night before. They’d probably have to have another shower after this, he mused, watching Harry’s eyes drop to Alex’s dick. “Please.”
Obligingly, Harry leaned in, taking Alex’s dick in his mouth without preamble. Alex moaned, arching against the bed and fisting his hand in the sheets. Harry didn’t let up, sucking lightly at the head, before sliding down, fingers wrapped around the base.
“God,” Alex managed, lifting one hand back to Harry’s head. “Please.”
Harry’s head bobbed under Alex’s hand, tongue resting against the vein on the underside of Alex’s dick. It was torture, so good, and Alex’s chest was heaving with the effort of breathing. Pleasure was coiled low in his belly.
Resting his fingers against Alex’s hips, Harry dug his thumbs into the grooves that were so sensitive, and Alex jerked away from his touch, straight up into the wet heat of his mouth. Harry’s eyes were dancing with mirth, and Alex cursed, pressing his head into the pillow as Harry hollowed his mouth, sucking hard.
“Fuck, Harry, please.” The words were hardly that anymore, garbled moans, and Alex’s hand was sliding over Harry’s hair, motor control shot.
Abruptly, Harry let Alex’s dick slide out of his mouth, tonguing the slit as he sucked gently at the head. Alex moaned once more, feel
ing his dick twitch as Harry let go, shifting up Alex’s body. He leaned in, pressed a kiss to Alex’s chest as Alex tried to get himself back under control; the pleasure was still coiled, ready to strike, and it felt as if every nerve ending in his body was on fire.
Harry leaned up, mouth right next to Alex’s ear. Alex gripped his shoulders in an attempt to ground himself, but Harry licked gently at the skin under Alex’s ear, biting at the earlobe. Gently, voice barely above a whisper, Harry said, “Alexander,” into Alex’s ear.
Alex shivered a full body shudder that had his hands latching harder to Harry’s shoulders, his biceps. “Don’t—”
Harry kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “Alexander,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“Please,” Alex whined.
The dresser drawer on Alex’s side of the bed slid open and Alex turned his head, Harry’s head fumbling around blindly for the lube. His mouth was otherwise occupied, teeth tugging gently at Alex’s right nipple. It seemed to be hardwired to Alex’s dick, every tug and lick making it jump or twitch, pre-cum pooling against his stomach.
“All right?” Harry asked, dropping the lube next to Alex’s hip.
“Please,” Alex said again, sounding like a broken record. He was desperate, could feel his orgasm right there and he wanted it, wanted to crest that wave, Harry riding right along with him.
Harry pressed a kiss to Alex’s stomach, his navel, the curve of his hip, moving steadily lower. Alex clenched his eyes shut, moving his hands to the sheets. It always felt so much better when he couldn’t see when he didn’t quite know when the cold, the pressure, the soothing words from Harry would come.
He breathed slowly, in and out, jumping when Harry’s breath ghosted over his dick, still wet with spit. Lips pressed to his balls and Alex moaned, pressing his hips up, trying to get closer to Harry’s mouth.
“I’m here,” Harry said gently, nose nestled at the base of Alex’s dick. Between one breath and the next, Harry’s finger was pressed against the back of Alex’s balls, the shock of the cold lube enough to have Alex jerking away, dick sliding against Harry’s mouth.
“Oh,” Alex breathed. He was torn between Harry’s tongue and lips, teasing at the shaft of his dick, and the finger currently working its way into him, slow and steady, the burn distracting.
The first time had been the worst, but oh so good. They had done it plenty of times since then, but it never changed; the burn was so good when it gave way to the pleasure of Harry buried deep, arms framing Alex’s chest.
Harry sucked at the head of Alex’s dick, fingers sliding all the way up to the second knuckle and fuck, Alex would never get tired of the feeling, the way Harry would gently pull his finger out, then back in, smooth and careful.
Alex tried to breath, the juxtaposition of Harry’s mouth, his finger, his fingers. It was all he could do to struggle to talk, to say something that wasn’t nonsense, and he tipped his head back, knuckles white from the grip he had on the sheets.
“You still with me?”
Alex blinked heavily, meeting Harry’s eyes slowly. He frowned. “What?”
Harry’s eyes were concerned, but he was smiling. Alex felt full, Harry’s fingers curling up against Alex’s prostate and he shuddered, pleasure shooting down his spine. “You weren’t with me just then.”
“I,” Alex started, licking his lips. It was always like this, head fuzzy and the world spinning away from him. Harry was here, he was always here, but it was as if everything narrowed down to him, to them.
Harry tugged his fingers out gently, running his thumb over Alex’s perineum. Alex pressed down against his hand, desperate for more, wanting that feeling back.
“I’m cumming,” Harry assured him, lube uncapped and spread liberally on his dick. He shifted, hovering over Alex. Alex looked at him, dazed, fingers loosening and tightening in the sheets.
“Cumming?” Alex asked because that sounded really fucking good right now.
Harry’s laugh was gentle and the head of his cock pressed against Alex’s ass, just resting there, waiting.
“I need,” Alex said, a hand pressing to Harry’s arm, tightening as he gripped it to ground himself. “Please.”
Slowly, torturously, Harry entered him, lifting his hand to the bed next to Alex’s shoulder. His head always hung between his shoulders, hair falling into his eyes, and Alex would stare because he was beautiful, so beautiful.
“Stay with me,” Harry told him, sinking another inch into Alex. Alex grabbed for him, pulled him closer, shifting his own hips. “Slow, Alex, slow.”
Always so kind, so eager to make everything right for Alex. Alex was fine, and to show it, he kissed the shell of Harry’s ear. “It’s fine, I’m fine.”
Harry stared at him, eyes wide and so brown that Alex could get lost in them given time. There was a beat, two, and then Harry was pressing in again, the burn and the pleasure such a contrast that Alex didn’t know whether to press up or away. Harry bottomed out, arms shaking with the effort of holding himself above Alex. Sweat plastered Alex’s hair to his head, and he was clutching at Harry, mouthing words but nothing was making its way out of his throat.
Setting a pace that worked for them both, Harry leaned in closer, mouth pressed to Alex’s in less of a kiss, more a sharing of breath. Alex’s dick was trapped between them, getting the friction he craved from Harry’s stomach, the drag against his own stomach.
“I love,” Alex managed, burying his face in Harry’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Harry bit out, nose to Alex’s temple. “So much.”
It wasn’t going to take long; Alex’s pleasure had been coasting along for what seemed like hours, every thrust of Harry’s dick against his prostate, every bite of Harry's lips against his skin and the sensations were coalescing, crashing together. Alex gasped Harry’s name, felt the drag of Harry’s dick and the feel of Harry’s fingers wrapping around his dick and fuck, fuck, fuck.
Harry was saying something, smoothing down his hair, and Alex came back to himself. He blinked, squinting at Harry carefully. Harry was lying beside him, hand on Alex’s cheek. “You with me?”
“Think so,” Alex mumbled, mouth dry. “Sorry.”
“It’s always flattering,” Harry said, with a smile.
Alex had felt like he was doing something wrong, the first time he passed out during sex. It didn’t happen every time, but often enough that Harry had been stunned, and then whispered how turned on he was that Alex was so responsive.
It always felt great in the moment, but the shame came after.. It was getting better, and every time Harry cupped his cheek like he was doing now, leaning in for a kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Alex mumbled, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “We can stay a little longer, right?”
“Fifteen minutes,” Harry promised, settling back against Alex. “Then we should shower and get to work.”
Ignoring the work part of that sentence, Alex thought about the shower and smiled, eyes closing as he turned his face into Harry’s hair, content to lie there with Harry for eternity if he was allowed.
*THE END*
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