29 Sep 2021
"Seven minutes in heaven," Pez says loudly, voice booming out across the room like he's making a fucking speech at a rally, rather than talking to a roomful of drunk college students who only have a bare few milligrams of blood in their alcohol system between them.
"No," Henry says firmly, and Pez just shouts, "yes," which gets the support of everyone else in the room - Alex included.
"C'mon, Henry," Alex says, elbowing him in the side and leering at him. "What's the worst that could happen?"
05 Oct 2021
Henry loves sex. He loved sex even before he was with Alex, although there's something to be said for the level of precision and intimacy acquired through years of learning each other's bodies. He's liked being filled from the first time he ever experienced the feeling, and he doesn't think he'll ever love anything quite as much as he loves getting fucked.
But this? This is giving him pause for thought.
- Part 10 of Needy & Greedy
07 Oct 2021
Henry blinked, once as he got what Alex was saying, then again as the utter ridiculousness of it all overtook him. He shifted the phone to his other side so he could perch on the hall windowsill. “Are you trying to tell me you’re high?”
”Babe, my hands aren’t mine.”
Okay, right. Absolutely what Alex was trying to tell him.
Henry couldn’t fight off the smile that crept onto his face. God, after the nerve-fraying Hell he had been shuffling through since his plane touched down in London three days ago, a call from his high boyfriend was like a drop of sunlight in his hand.
Or, Alex gets really, really high, and calls Henry with some revelations. Henry receives them with joy.
19 Sep 2020
Flat for renting!
One bedroom, one bathroom. Small but cosy. Good lighting.
I’m a 24-year-old man who works at night, so the flat will be all yours during the day and the weekends. We won’t meet at all. The only issue is that there’s just one bed, so we’ll have to share it.
If you’re interested, ask for James in the address below.
Draco thought it was a very good offert.
19 Oct 2021
British accent. Blue eyes. Alex doesn’t know how he’s supposed to handle any of that without an ounce of caffeine in his blood.
He gulps. “Name?”
Alex’s shaky hands make the name look like Hanri, with a heart instead of a dot for the i. He drops a bag of Earl Grey in the cup, filling it halfway with coffee before he realizes his mistake.
The second cup, the name Hanriey scribbled on the side, makes its way to the counter.
Or, 10 times Alex "misspells" Henry's name and 2 times Henry does it.