This Love Is Ours 

“Love, I still think you’re being a bit ridiculous about this,” Henry laughed as he let
Alex drag him out of party and into the bitter cold. It wasn’t snowing, but Henry
could see his breath in the air.

            “Enough from you,” Alex said. “Fuck, it’s cold.”

            Henry gave him a pointed look, but Alex was two steps ahead of him, a
determined man on a mission, oblivious to Henry feigning annoyance. A smile was
still pulling at his lips.

            “Where is it?” Alex asked. Henry could hear the crowd inside, counting
down.

            “Alex,” He said, gripping Alex’s hand to stop him short. Alex whirled
around to him, free hand immediately finding Henry’s waist. “This is good enough.”

            They’re both tipsy from the alcohol, but grinning from ear to ear now.

            “Five, four, three, two –”

            Henry didn’t hear them count to one inside, because Alex’s lips were on
his, firm and insistent, licking into Henry’s mouth. He whined into it, and forced
himself to stay there in the moment, threading his finger’s through Alex’s hair and
gripping the strands tightly, holding Alex closely. He wouldn’t pull away this time,
wouldn’t let himself think back to this moment a year ago when he saw Alex kiss
Nora, and his stomach dropped. He had immediately sobered up that night, led
himself outside to avoid the nausea turning his insides out, and relished in the bite
of the cold air. Alex had followed him out, and then Henry had kissed him, so
desperate to ground himself in that moment, before he pulled away and left in a
panic.

            This year, everything was different. Alex was his, and he belonged to Alex,
and everyone knew it. They knew way too much, for Henry’s liking, but they
weren’t out kissing in the woods because they had to. They were kissing out there,
because Alex was a sentimental bastard who wanted to honor his ‘second
awakening’ by kissing Henry in the same spot, at the same time as they shared
their first kiss. Well, ‘close enough’ to the same time, he’d told Henry.

            Alex gripped Henry’s hip harder, pulling Henry impossibly closer to him,
free hand cupping Henry’s face, gripping his jaw, pressing, touching, feeling.

            God, Henry couldn’t feel anything but Alex all over him. The press of Alex’s
body against his, Alex’s hair between his fingers, Alex’s hand on his hip, now
dipping into the waistband of his pants, Alex’s hand brushing against his jaw.

            “Alex,” He groaned into it. He promised himself that he wasn’t going to be
the one to pull away this time, but Alex didn’t particularly seem set on stopping
the kiss either.

            Alex groaned in the back of his throat, kissing the words from Henry’s
mouth. Henry gave in again, let Alex kiss him, let Alex shove him against a tree
and wedge his leg between Henry’s thighs. “Henry,” Alex gasped, finally pulling
away from Henry’s mouth, only to trail hot, wet kisses down his jaw and then his
neck. Henry gasped as Alex tugged his sweater to the side and latched onto
Henry’s shoulder, biting a mark into his skin.

            “Fuck,” Henry panted, rutting himself against Alex’s leg, still pressing
against Henry, moving in just the right way. “Alex, please,” He begged, one hand
reaching down to palm Alex through his pants, but Alex caught his wrist.

            “I wanna blow you,” Alex said, kissing the inside of Henry’s wrist before he
pressed against Henry’s cock again, then dropped to his knees.

            “Fucking hell Alex, not right here,” He said, but his voice was weak and he
knew he sounded desperate.

            Alex looked up at him and grinned, quickly undoing Henry’s belt, then
pushed his pants down just below Henry’s cock. “Yes, right here.”

            Henry closed his eyes, one hand finding Alex’s hair again, this time, to
ground himself. “It’s cold,” He gasped, Alex mouthing at him now through his
boxers. He was wet, and he was so hot, the temperature outside didn’t matter.
“Your knees will-”

            Alex pulled his boxers down enough that he could take Henry into his
mouth, and all thoughts of reason left Henry’s mind.

            He took shallow breaths as Alex sucked his dick, Alex’s hand working over
the rest of him quickly, and Henry really couldn’t feel the bitter air outside at all.
“Sweetheart,” He gasped, opening his eyes to look down at Alex.

            He felt the familiar twist of arousal in the pit of his gut as he met Alex’s
eyes, somewhat wet and red, cheeks flush as he took Henry to the back of his
throat. His eyes fluttered and Henry’s cock jerked, his other hand fisting the hair
behind Alex’s neck. “Fucking eyelashes, goddammit,” He groaned, and then he was
coming, shooting hot and messy in Alex’s mouth, down his throat, on his lips.

            Alex made a show of licking both Henry and himself clean, before he
slipped Henry back inside of his boxers, zipped his pants, and fixed the belt
buckle. His knees were still weak as Alex stood up to kiss him again.

            He welcomed it, not nearly as enthusiastic as before, body still shaking a
bit from the orgasm Alex drew out of him, but still willing to take whatever Alex
would give. “Hate to say it, but our first kiss is now my second favorite memory of
this spot,” Alex said.

            Henry let out a weak laugh, eyes finally opening again to focus on Alex. He
looked so happy, so smug, so blissed out, and Henry hadn’t even made him come
yet. He leaned in to mouth at Alex’s neck, biting the skin just a bit. “Take me
inside,” He whispered, sucking at the mark he left, “so I can ride you until I can’t
feel my legs anymore.”

            Alex’s eyes darkened as he gripped Henry’s hand and led him back inside,
hardly bothering to wave goodbye’s at anyone who tried to talk to them. Henry
realized that they all knew exactly what they were doing, but he found that he
didn’t care.

           
            He was on Alex the second he locked his bedroom door. He kissed and
licked as he stripped Alex from his clothes, kissing his way down Alex’s chest and
stomach as he dropped to his knees. Alex was quieter now, and Henry felt a bit of
triumph just as he always did when he seemed to render Alex speechless. It was
his reminder that he wasn’t alone in this, that somehow, he had the same effect on
Alex.

            He rid Alex of his remaining clothes quickly, taking Alex’s cock in his
mouth the second he was naked. His body was flush, and Henry’s tried not to think
of how long Alex had been on edge. They’d been dancing together all night,
movements getting filthier as more alcohol filled their bodies. They were both half
hard for at least an hour before the ball dropped.

            “Baby,” Alex groaned, one hand brushing his fingers through Henry’s hair.
Henry wanted to keep going, knew he could get Alex to come in minutes if he
worked his mouth just right, but that wasn’t what he’d promised Alex.

            He pulled off after another minute, trailing kisses along Alex’s hip, just
down over his thigh. “Come on,” He said, hands finding Alex’s waist and pushing
him over to the bed.

            Alex pulled Henry down with him, seemingly annoyed with the thought of
there being anywhere that their bodies weren’t touching. And Henry was very much
on board with that thought, except that he was still wearing his clothes, and Alex
was naked. “Alex,” He mumbled into the kiss again, only trying half-heartedly to
pull away. Part of him really did wonder how long they could just lay there and kiss
each other. But then Alex pressed up into him again, and he whined, pulling away.

            Alex groaned as Henry rolled off of him, quickly standing by the bed to tug
his sweater over his head and shoves his pants and boxers down. He kicked off his
shoes and toed off his socks before he crawled up the bed to straddle Alex again.

            “Now there’s a sight,” Alex breathed, looking at Henry’s naked body,
trailing over the fresh marks that Alex had made this evening, as well as a few of
the fading ones from earlier in the week.

            Henry flushed slightly under the attention of it all.

            “Hey,” Alex shook his head, sitting up to wrap an arm around Henry’s waist.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”

            Henry let out a breath and met Alex’s lips in another bruising kiss. He was
sure their lips would be swollen for days, after tonight. Alex ran his hands up and
down Henry’s back, touching lightly until Henry was half hard again and he started
grinding down into Alex.

            He wasn’t sure how Alex was still so composed, still on the edge, so close
to it for what Henry wold call an unnecessary amount of time. Maybe he should’ve
gotten Alex off downstairs first.
            “Baby,” Alex groaned, pleadingly as Henry’s movements started turning
frantic.

            “Wait,” Henry said, forcing himself to stop, to push Alex down and grab the
bottle of lube from the side table. He opened the cap and poured some on his
fingers, reaching behind to press two into himself. He didn’t need much prep, he
and Alex had practically been holed up in this room for the past five days, but Alex
was always so thorough; he knew he’d get to ride Alex quicker if he did it himself.

            He slipped a third finger in, groaning at the stretch, looking up again to
meet Alex’s eyes. Well, that was his goal, but Alex’s eyes were screwed shut, his
hands fisting the sheets.

            “Alex,” He whined.

            “I can’t fucking watch you or I’m going to come, H, so please hurry the fuck
up, baby, I’m fucking dying here,” Alex panted.

            Alex was so close, the overuse of the word ‘fuck’ always a sure sign.
“Okay,” Henry gasped, slipping his fingers out of himself. He reached for the
condom, then stopped himself. He’d been trying to get the nerve for days, but he
always chickened out. It was now or never. “Remember that last part of your
Christmas present that I mentioned?” Henry asked.
            “Oh god,” Alex groaned. “I don’t know what you’re about to say but if you
make me come before I get to fuck you, we’re going to have some serious
problems tonight, baby.”

            Henry let out a low laugh. “I uh, I got tested and everything came back
clean and good. You said your mom made you get tested, so I thought, we don’t
have to use a condom, unless you want-”

            Alex cut him off with another kiss, Henry just distracted enough to not
notice Alex sitting up again. “Come here,” Alex said, shifting slightly so he could
press himself between Henry, cock brushing up against Henry’s balls.

            “Alex,” Henry whined, fingers gripping Alex’s shoulders.

            “I love you,” Alex answered.

            Henry shoved Alex back down on the bed and raised himself up, holding
Alex’s dick as he slowly sat back down. He loved riding Alex, loved how it felt when
he was seated in Alex’s lap, taking it just how he wanted. He shifted his hips a few
times, reveling in the press against his prostate as Alex gripped his hips so tightly,
he was sure he was going to bruise.

            He sat up again, pulling Alex halfway out of him, before he settled down
quicker, finally finding his pace. “Baby, fucking hell,” Alex groaned, eyes focusing
on Henry, then screwing shut. Focusing on the spot where Henry rode him, then
screwed shut again. He was desperate for it, just like Henry wanted.

            Henry had never been fucked without a condom before. His previous
hookups were too casual, too needy, he and whichever closeted celebrity or half-
noble both desperate for a good shag. If there was one thing that was more
important than their hookups being closeted, it was the need for safety. Henry
always had condoms, his teenage self having learned the hard way that if it wasn’t
going to be safe, he wasn’t going to get fucked.

            But this, god, it felt so good that he had something to give to Alex. And
something to get in return. It was different, the feel of Alex’s skin directly inside of
him, the slide and drag a bit more rough, but he could feel the ridge of Alex’s
cock, could feel every centimeter of him, pressing in, shifting out, rubbing against
Henry’s prostate. It was different, and it was special, and it was theirs.

            Henry rode Alex hard, chasing the feeling of Alex against him inside of
him, brushing against that most sensitive spot. He kept going until his legs started
to ache, and then he reached down and ran one thumb over Alex’s nipple.

            Alex had been so quiet, little gasps and breaths leaving his mouth as Henry
shifted, his eyes shut most of the time.

            “Alex,” Henry breathed, hips stuttering. He was so hard again, leaking
against his stomach each time he bounced on top of Alex, occasionally leaving a
small trail on Alex’s stomach.

            Alex shook his head once, fingertips pressing into Henry’s hips harder.

            “Alex, look at me,” Henry whined, begged.

            Alex opened his eyes and muttered an, “Oh goddammit, fucking hell,”
before he groaned, hands holding Henry’s hips still, stopping his movements as
Alex threw his head back and came, cock jerking inside of Henry as Henry shifted
his hips, drawing it out, chasing the feeling of Alex making a fucking mess inside
of him, pressing against his prostate.

            “Alex,” Henry whined, gripping his cock and jerking himself twice before
Alex’s hand wrapped around his. “Fuck,” Henry cried out, coming hard, Alex
helping to work him through it as he continued shifting his hips on Alex, trying to
draw it out of both of them.

            He felt wrecked, absolutely fucked out and sore, raw in the best way, as he
nearly collapsed on top of Alex.

            “Baby,” Alex mumbled, hand lightly rubbing up and down Henry’s back as
he dialed in to his senses again.

            “Love you,” Henry mumbled, brain too foggy to get much else out.
            Alex laughed, sounding a bit hysterical himself. “Love you so much. That
was- fuck, H, you were holding out on me.”

            “I was holding out on myself,” Henry mumbled.

            Alex shifted and Henry grimaced as Alex pulled out. Feeling Alex leaking
out of him was… it was something that could have had him going for round three
rather quickly, if he wasn’t so fucked out.

            “You’ve never done that before?” Alex asked, shifting just enough to the
side that Henry rolled on his side and nestled into Alex’s chest.

            He shook his head. “Condoms were the number one rule for forbidden gay
hookups.”

            Alex face softened, and he kissed Henry’s forehead. “H, that’s. That’s really
special. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

            Henry shrugged. “A small part of me feels a little guilty that I get to
experience so many of your ‘first times’ and it’s small, but it’s just a part of me
that I felt like I could give you. That I wanted to give you, that’s just ours.”

            Alex’s smile lit up his whole face, and Henry felt the butterflies in his
stomach again. “It’s not small, it means so much to me. Thank you,” he said again.

            “I love you,” Henry said, in answer.