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After months of posing with women for covers of heterosexual erotica novels, Henry gets fed up and decides to start writing the gay erotica of his dreams.
Alex, his roommate, has taken a keen interest in this new venture. Constantly nagging Henry to see a draft or at least a snippet. Henry’s weakness for Alex, along with those big, brown, doe eyes of his, means it isn’t long before he gives in.
“Fine.”
“-I won’t tease you or-” Alex breaks off his latest rant to process, “did you say ‘fine’?”
“Yes.” Henry sighs dramatically. Alex’s eyes widen comically.
“Really? Wait, don’t take it back,” Alex makes grabby hands at Henry like a child.
“Just give me a moment to find an appropriate passage.” Henry bats away Alex’s hands and pulls up the document to start scrolling through for something he wouldn’t mind Alex reading. Deciding that he can’t possibly choose and highlights the section he’s just been working on. He steps back from his desk and gestures for Alex to sit down. “I don’t even know why you want to read this, you know its gay po- erotica.”
“You were going to say porn! Ha! I knew it.” He laughs boldly and shoves Henry out the way to take a seat, grinning like he’s just won the lottery.
Henry backs out of the room as Alex starts to read. There’s no way he can watch him read, he dreads to imagine what Alex will think, and all of Alex’s thoughts cross over his face. He knows that Alex isn’t homophobic, so it’s not like he’s going to think anything offensive. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to enjoy reading about men ‘getting it on’.
Henry tries to distract himself, make a cup of tea, anything menial to take his mind off Alex.
He doesn’t expect Alex to come bounding down the stairs, his laptop in tow, barely ten minutes after leaving him.
“So in this section when ‘Adrien lifts Hudson passionately against the wall as they-’”
“Stop.” Henry looks at Alex questioningly. “Why are you reading my work to me?”
“I had some questions.” He says simply, “I just wondered about the physics of this. So I’ve done something similar with a woman, but surely with men if he has him lifted like that then could he really reach-”
“Yep,” Henry cuts him off again, he doesn’t need to hear Alex explain and compare this position.
“Are you sure because-”
“Very sure Alex.” Henry says, sounded exasperated, with a flush rising on his cheeks.
“You can’t be sure unless you’ve tr- ohh.”
Henry looks anywhere except Alex, but his blush has overtaken his face and Alex has definitely noticed.
“You can’t write like this and get embarrassed.” Alex insists.
“It’s one thing writing it, and another being questioned about the bloody physics Alex.”
“You know I don’t know much about,” Alex gestures vaguely at the laptop, “this.”
“This? Gay sex? Yes Alex I’m very aware of your sexual experiences, you describe them to me in great detail.”
“I didn’t think you minded, it’s hardly different to this.” Alex almost sounds guilty.
“No Alex, I don’t mind, that wasn’t the point.” Henry sighs.
“Well, I still don’t believe this scene is possible.” Alex smirks, getting back to the point.
“Bloody hell Alex, what do you want from me? Want me to prove it?”
“Sure.”
“What?” Henry blinks, “no Alex I didn’t mean-”
“Why not? We’ve got two men and there’s a wall there, so why not.” Alex points and shrugs nonchalauntly.
“You’re straight.” Is the only argument Henry can think of, because, honestly, he has no other reasoning. It’s not like this isn’t exactly what he imagined when he wrote it. Not that he could tell Alex that. It probably isn’t fair to imagine your straight friend while writing gay erotica.
“Well, maybe not.” Alex shrugs simply.
“What?” Henry is stunned. The man he is half-way in love with may not be as straight as he has been advertising. What is he supposed to do with this information?
“I’ve been doing some thinking, about me, and well, you. Then reading this, and imaging it, and imaging us like this. I decided that it wasn’t necessarily a heterosexual way to think.”
“You imagined this,” Henry gestures to the explicit scene on the screen, “as us?” He is hardly able to get the words out, overwhelmed by the new information.
“I’m sure this isn’t what you imagined when you wrote it, but I couldn’t help it..”
“What if it was?”
“What?” It’s Alex’s turn to be stunned.
“What if I was imagining us when I wrote it?” When Alex says nothing he continues. “I wasn’t expecting anything, I know we’re just friends, but it’s easier to imagine these sometimes to picture them to write them better, your face just came so naturally to me.”
“Then there’s only one real issue here.” Alex says seriously, “I still don’t understand the physics of this.”
“Maybe I should show you then.” Henry smirks, finding some confidence, now he feels like this is actually happening.
“At this point it would be rude not to.” The banter between them has always been so easy.
Alex puts the laptop down and steps into Henry’s space. “Show me.”
Henry tries to take a deep breath and tries to be reasonable. “Well, I know I have the strength and stamina to hold you, but if this is your first time with a man, then this may not be the position you want to start with.” Henry explains, thinking this may be this really isn’t a good idea.
“Well I may not have had this experience with another man but I have,” Alex pauses to try and word this delicately. “Explored myself.”
Henry sucks in a breath, that wasn’t exactly what he was expecting to hear. “For starters, if we’re going to do this, ‘for research’, then we need to be able to talk about it.” Not that Henry is sure he can hear Alex talk about this so plainly, but he needs to be sure of their experience and boundaries. “So you’re saying you have fingered yourself?”
“Yes,” Alex is normally pretty shameless when he talks to Henry about sex, but this feels different. “I’ve tried a couple times, only getting to two fingers, but the angle was awkward and I definitely could’ve taken more.” Alex explains, not his usual confident tone, but not shy either.
“Right,” Henry clears his throat, “sounds like you enjoyed it then.” Henry tries to stop himself from picturing it, but his mind is beyond reason now.
“I don’t want to seem impatient, and I’m enjoying talking about it but can we,” Alex gestures, “get to it?”
“Right, yes, of course. Just let me know if something makes you uncomfortable or you want to stop.”
“Yep, will do. Can I kiss you now?” Alex asks as if it’s the obvious next step.
A brief nod is all Alex needs to see before he’s cupping Henry’s face and bringing their lips together.
Henry melts into the kiss, and he’s sure that sounds cheesy but even as a writer he wouldn’t be able to describe it any differently. He has imagined kissing Alex more times than he dear count, he always wondered how Alex would kiss. Henry is not disappointed, he starts tentative, as if exploring Henry. But then he really opens into it, kissing with as much passion as he puts into everything.
It’s not long before the kiss turns heated and they’re suddenly pulling at each other's clothes desperate to get them off. Their movements are messy and uncoordinated, and with neither willing to part their lips it’s near impossible for them to get their shirts off.
Henry pulls back panting, “this is ridiculous.” He pulls his own shirt off and leaves his pants undone, hanging low on his hips. “Why don’t we move this to my room?” He suggests.
Alex has half the mind to complain but he quickly realises there may be some things they need for this. “Yeah, sure, sounds good.” Alex eagerly follows as Henry heads for his room.
As they get into Henry’s room, Alex can’t help but press him up against the door and kiss him again. They get a little lost in it until Alex presses his hips into Henry and their hard cocks line up with just the right pressure.
“Lube,” Henry mutters.
“Oh, yeah, ‘course.” He moves and watches as Henry heads to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. He drops them on the edge of the bed and turns back to Alex. “Why don’t we start by taking our clothes off,” Henry suggests gently.
“Yes, good start.” Alex pulls his shirt off and starts shucking his pants. Henry shoves his trousers down, his pants follow shortly after.
Henry marvels at Alex’s body, he’s seen most of it before. Alex has very little shame, but seeing all of him, all at once, is nearly overwhelming. Henry advances on Alex, popping the cap of the lube, “do you want to or…”
“No, go ahead I want you to.” Alex admits.
Henry presses Alex against the wall and teases his hand over Alex’s body. Tracing down his abdomen and round to take a handful of Alex’s ass. Alex mewls at the grip, dropping his head into Henry’s neck.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop or slow down or anything,” Henry clarifies before sliding his hand into the cleft of Alex’s arse. Pausing to coat his fingers with lube, it’s a small room meaning Henry can easily reach the bed from here, “I’ll be gentle,” he says softly.
“Mhmm,” Alex hums into his neck, his cock is hard and aching, pressed between their bodies.
Henry slides one finger into Alex and feels him moan against him. He moves it around experimentally before sliding another in beside it. He scissors them gently, “is this still okay?” He checks in.
“Very,” Alex whines against him, “just more, please.”
Henry couldn’t deny him anything in this moment, not that he wanted to. He slides his fingers out and back in, adding a third. He feels Alex bite down on his shoulder, certain there will be a mark left behind. He thrusts his fingers shallowly feeling Alex stretch round him. “One more,” he insists, sliding his fingers out to add a fourth.
After deciding Alex is probably ready Henry pulls his fingers from Alex, “okay, now shall we get to what we came here for?”
“Please.” Alex practically begs.
“Okay then, wrap your arms around my neck,” Alex follows Henry’s instructions, draping his arms over Henry’s shoulders and clinging on. Henry slides his hand down the back of Alex’s thigh and hooks it up over his hip. “Now just trust me, I’ve done this plenty of times so I know what I’m doing.” Alex nods and clings tighter.
Henry finds Alex’s lips with his own and allows them to find a rhythm. With Alex’s leg hooked up his dick slides easily between his arse cheeks, he thrusts shallowly moaning at the sensation. Sliding his other hand over Alex’s arse he grabs his thigh and hoists him up. Alex lets out a sharp moan and wraps his legs tightly around Henry’s waist.
“Fuck that’s so hot.”
“Let’s see if I can make it better.” Henry smirks as he lines himself up with Alex’s hole.
Alex inhales deeply as Henry slides into him. Henry stops as he bottoms out, waiting to allow Alex some time to get used to the feeling. He takes a few calming breaths before he starts shifting his hips, using one arm to hold Alex up and the other to brace them against the wall.
“See, it’s simple really,” Henry strains.
“Yeah, I can see the similarities,” Alex moans through the syllables.
It’s been so long since Henry has done this, and feeling Alex tight around him is bringing him very close, very quickly.
Henry feels Alex heels dig into his back, trying to take more than what Henry is giving him. Henry plants his feet and speeds up his movements.
“I think,” Alex pants out, “I’m close.”
“Me too,” Henry shifts his hips, finally finding the bundle of nerves within Alex. With one harsh thrust against it Alex is toppling over the edge. Feeling Alex tighten round him and his cock spill over their chests, Henry follows quickly after.
His fingers tighten on Alex’s thigh, probably leaving crescent marks in the flesh, as he rides out his high. He keeps moving until they are both whining with oversensitivity. He pulls out and lowers Alex to his feet, noticing he’s a little unsteady he sinks them to the floor. Alex comes easily with him, panting into his shoulder.
“I think a little healthy research between friends is good.” Alex says as he finally catches his breath.
‘Friends’ Henry repetes in his head, who knew words really could sting. The come down from his high feels like crashing.
“Yeah, I’m glad I could help you understand.” He says robotically, getting to his feet and collecting his clothes.
“If you need any more help ‘visualising’ I’m always happy to help.” Alex smirks as Henry leaves the room.
Henry like to think that he could say no to that, that he wouldn’t have sex with Alex again under the gize of ‘research’. But he knows himself better than that, now he’s had a taste of Alex he doesn’t think he can stop himself. Even if he can feel it ripping him apart already.