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[lordfuckleroy]

I suppose a case can be made for that, yes.

[ Henry murmured in that infuriatingly royal way of his, though perhaps those blue eyes sparkled a little bit deeper though he kept his arms right where they were and then tilted his head to the side in a decidedly playful gesture.

Then came the rock of hips and more kisses, oh.. oh! He leaned in to chase the feeling of lips. But honestly, was that hip roll really so innocent Alex? Look him in the eyes and give him an innocent look, because honestly Henry would not buy it if presented with the case. ] What does this mean? I mean, clearly I am reaping the beneifts of future self's error.

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[Alex would do exactly that, fix Henry with his most innocent look, the full unmitigated power of big dark doe eyes framed by eyelashes that had no business existing on a human being. Totally innocent, see? Totally not on the verge of really getting into grinding against the other man right in the middle of the kitchen.]

It means I like kissing you.

[And he liked the arms around him and the playful spark in Henry's eyes, the playful look on his handsome face. He liked all of it more than he was admitting even to himself right now.]

I'd like to do more of it. [A tilt of his head in mirror to Henry's.] I'd like to do more in general.

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[ Henry did like kissing Alex too, the feel of lips manifesting magic over his own, the way that those eyes sparkled and made him want to follow it. Also the energy between the two of them, he wanted to prolong this, he wanted to savor it. There was much here that he was beginning to see he had the opportunity to do so.

A certain amount of freedom to indulge guilt free.

Like those ice cream bonbons that he would steal downstairs to eat, at three a.m; the way that him and Alex bonded over a single moment, realizing that perhaps they were not so different. ]

I would like to do more kissing, and more of everything in general too; however--- [ He trailed off, and then his hand against Alex's shoulder. ]

You have to buy me dinner first.

[ He was asking for a date, that is one thing that he was not able to do-- not able to go out with a guy in public and not have it be a 'two bros hanging out' situation. ]

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What making you breakfast doesn't count? 

[Alex fussed, but it was clear he was teasing. Because he understood what was actually being asked here, what Henry was actually getting at. They didn't live under the same rules in this place that they did back in their own world, in their own homes. No paparazzi, no royal family. Just two anonymous people in a messed up multiversal hub of a world. They might as well make the most of it.]

But yeah. Good. So... let me take you out to dinner? 

[Go out with him. On a date.]

There's gonna be hand holding and really blatant flirting, just you know, so you're prepared. If I'm taking you out I'm doing it right.

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[ Henry was much too dignified to shove Alex, but perhaps that would come in time (the cake didn't count, that was self defense) and well, breakfast did not count because Alex had made it before everything sort of upended and he discovered how past Henry and future Henry had not gotten on the same page yet.

But yes, Alex was correct in thinking as such. ]

I am not going to deign that with an answer, about breakfast but yes I will go out with you, perhaps if you are lucky.

[ Okay it would not take much for Alex to get lucky, perhaps just a winning smile, excessive amounts of charm-- but he did want hand holding and all that gushy stuff. ]

[internationalrelations]

Oh, I'm lucky. Started the morning off kissing a hot blond.

[The same hot blond who had been haunting his thoughts since that night under the trees. He grinned, far too smug really. Look, could he really be blamed for it.]

So... what about tonight?

[What? He was eager. That was Alex in a nutshell. He made his mind up on things, and action followed immediately. And he's clearly made his mind up on Henry and deciding that he was going to date the fuck out of him. You know, in a totally casual no big deal sort of way.]

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[ Oh gods, what did normal people do when they were asked out? Do not panic Henry, do not panic.. just be cool and not like what a Prince would say, it's easy peasy-lemon-squeezy, right? ]

I think that I can fit you on my schedule.

[ Except he said it the british way, shed-u-ul because he was a nerd and also it was hard to un-lodge a lifetimes worth of iron scepter from the ass. ]

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Oh? Yes? In your very busy shed-you-uhl? I'm honored, your majesty.

[Alex quipped back with a shake of his head.]

I hate that I like you so much.

[No he didn't. He liked Henry more and more. He liked that they challenged each other. He liked that Henry was a huge nerd and the most British Brit to ever drive on the left side of the road.

He also couldn't resist leaning in to steal a final quick kiss.] I'll pick you up at six. Wear something pretty.

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[ So this was when Henry did playfully shove Alex and then slipped out from between Alex and the counter, tapping him lightly on that forearm, a forearm that he probably could have made a meal of. But well, the british came in the blood-- of course it was the most british of the british; he had years of traditional repression to thank for that.

As well as bodyguards, personal secretaries and other such things.

Oh yes, and also not having a normal childhood. ]

Do not worry, Alex Clairmont-Diaz, I will wear something just for you...

[internationalrelations]

[Alex tripped back with an over exaggerated sway in his movement. Well. There went Henry shoving him again. He minded it a lot less this time. He turned to follow Henry as he went and escaped -- at least he wasn't running for another country and ignoring his messages this time.

He couldn't help a smile at the use of his full name. Well. Official there.]

Good. I've got a few ideas where we can go.

[Oh god oh fuck he was going on a date with the man he'd been desperately crushing on. ...whom he had probably been crushing on since he was like, twelve, and saw this asshole in a magazine. He really ought to do some soul searching on that and how he went so long genuinely believing he was straight.]

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[ Well firstly, there was less buttercream involved.

Really if it had been fondant, that would've been the true crime-- would it not?

He tilted his head to the side at Alex's words, and did not know if he should be intrigued or scared. Especially when he saw the gleam in that eye, he realized of course that he was clad in only a robe and Alex was looking mighty famished. ] You know that I have.. thought you were gorgeous for far longer than you realize.

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[£75,000 for fondant would've been a crime against humanity. At least the monstrosity that they wound up wearing was tasty. That was what it had going for it. It was not lost on Alex that Henry was only wearing a robe. Nope. He'd teased the prince about wearing something pretty, but Henry could be wearing a potato sack and looked gorgeous.

When Henry went and made that admission, Alex could feel a sudden rush of heat flood through him, as if for a moment he was wondering if Henry admitting that meant that somehow the other man could see straight through him to that sticky fingered preteen petting the picture of a blond British boy in his sister's teen magazine.]

Oh? Yeah? How long?

[But that did not mean he didn't desperately want to hear how long Henry has been attracted to him.]

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[ A soft smile, it was full of vulnerability that shimmered. It appeared that when he was feeling comfortable, his vulnerability knew no real outlet, it was forced inside a locked tower. But here in this strange multi-verse, he felt like he could be free to express himself. ]

Since we first met.

[ Back when he had told Shaan to get him out of there, it had not been directed at Alex-- but because he had a hard time processing his father's death. Even with Alex, he had felt guilty that he was thinking of how handsome Alex was. Especially when he was still in mourning, proof he was alive but also proof that perhaps he was a bad royal. ]

[internationalrelations]

The Olympics? Seriously?

[So here was Alex looking genuinely shocked, given that Alex had been certain that Henry despised him from moment one, given the prince's reaction in that particular encounter. It had been the start of Henry being his nemesis, after all. Not that Henry knew that.

But now they were standing in the kitchen together, and Henry was looking at him with that soft, beautiful expression on his face, and Alex could feel himself utterly melting.]

...honestly I spent a long while really annoyed at how attractive you were. Like, you know, objectively hot and even more objectively infuriating.

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[ And though Henry was not going to mention love right now, he was halfway in love with Alex's vibrant self, the sparkle in his eyes and everything. Love was in the eyes and there had been moments when those eyes had sparkled with something; perhaps it also did touch upon annoyance too but for the most part he was quite smitten in the most impossible way. ]

I think that the annoyance was highly mutual, there are many times I have wanted to strangle you up to and including the cake incident.. [ But also he wanted to strangle him for how.. yes, hot he was. ]

I am very.. very.. very gay, Alex. The Daily Mail that constantly photographs me on dates with girls, those are so very staged as publicity. Half the time they are set up by the crown when they think that it would be good for me to be seen with a nice girl that is not my sister.

[internationalrelations]

[Don't mind Alex grinning like Henry wanting to strangle him was the single greatest compliment that he'd ever been given. Look, they were clearly mutually attracted to one another, and Alex wanted to make Henry smile that soft, genuine smile that lit up those blue eyes like the sun breaking from behind a cloud, and he also wanted to have extremely disrespectful sex with him. But he also couldn't see that changing the fact that the dynamic between them was something of a sparring match more often than not.]

That... [He wrinkled his nose.] Honestly that sucks, that you have to play pretend for the cameras. [It sucked more that The Crown which was his fucking family, pushed him into that.]

I get. Honestly, Nora kind of called it? [Nora was really the only one whose gaydar functioned at all because Alex was pretty sure she'd also figured him out way before he'd come to his own realizations.] But even if I get it, it still sucks.

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Wait a minute, Nora called what?

[ That statement had lodged in his brain and would not leave for anything. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was 'being gay' but he had to make sure-- the last time that he had been pegged for gay, that had been Pez who had figured it out when they were at Eton together.

Surreal experience indeed. Really Pez and Nora, and of course June really should meet up-- they all would adore each other. ]

I am uses to it, which I know you will protest to but after time, it just starts rolling off your back.

[ A beat ]

No apology necessary, Sweetheart.

[internationalrelations]

Your being gay and the whole models on yachts thing was staged. ...also my being bisexual.

[And his being more than a little infatuated with Henry. Nora was frighteningly perceptive and intelligent, and trying to hide anything from her was a losing prospect at best. ...fuck he really needed to talk to June about all this too. Cue a pang of missing his sister that was becoming familiar in this place.

And Henry was right. June and Nora would love Pez. Really, the group of all six of them would be a force of nature, he imagined.]

I bet Prometheus is used to the eagle too, but that doesn't make it suck less.

[But yeah okay fine he realized he had a fairly strong opinion on this that was not entirely fair, since he'd never been in any situation even close to what Henry has lived in his whole life.]

Oh no? Always so generous, your Highness.

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[ He had never told the models on yachts that he was gay, but perhaps they had figured it out? Which was fine, they did have lovely conversations about Bake-Off and EastEnders and also who their favorite member of Take That was. (That may have been absolutely a sign) ]

I think that your friend Nora has far too much power for her own good.

[ This was said with a validly sage nod, especially if she was calling out everyone left and right. ] Dare I say she knows too much?

[ A scoff as he pours himself one final cup of coffee, before he moved on to tea for the rest of the day. ] I tend to be quite generous to my more loyal subjects.. in fact I am but 5 minutes from pulling a Galadrial on you.

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She does. Or well, too much for my own good at least.

[Between her and June he was lucky he could get away with anything at all. But he was a go-getter when it came to trouble, so really, it was probably best that they were around to keep him vaguely in check. ...not that they were here. But he supposed Henry and Shaan and Zarah were.

Oh now that was an interesting comment. Color Alex entirely intrigued.]

I am dying to know what that means. Showing me the future in a mirror? Smiling cryptically while you talk into my head? Giving weird parting gifts? Freaking out when I try to give you a ring? All shall love you and despair?

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Why do I think that it is utterly sexy when you talk nerd to me?

[ He hated it that Alex got that reference, and also hated that it turned him on ever so slightly. Enough that he was putting the previous discussion quite out of his head; if June and Nora came here, they would discuss it. He also knew that he would have to tell Shaan about this whole thing, about dating Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Dating, it was not marriage. But gods, he was the type to want a steady commitment. He was not made for single-serving relationships so he was hoping that this was not the case, this was not just a fling.

That once Alex got to know the real him, he would understand that it was not all just crowns and cheerio's ]

[internationalrelations]

Because you're the bigger nerd, babe.

[They were both nerds. But Henry was clearly the nerdier nerd. Alex had text message conversations about Byronic poetry to prove as much. He was smiling still, amused, playful. Look, the relief in him that this finally came out and that Henry didn't hate him or want to avoid him for the rest of their lives had left Alex awash in something nigh on giddy.

Oh god they were going to go on a date.

Alex was also not the fling type. He might think he could handle casual, but he was a hopeless romantic who would fall incredibly hard, was already in the process of it really, given the way he was looking at Henry who was genuinely breathtakingly beautiful when he let himself actually relax, actually genuinely smile.

He reached out to smooth a hand down along the seam of Henry's robe where it lay crossed over at his chest.]

But that's one of the things I like about you.

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[ They were the same in that, that they were both hopeless romantics.

Just different aspects of those, Henry was Poetry on Moonlit nights, and Alex was likely the type that would fill a room with flowers or send a giant teddy bear-ogram; the two of them though would compliment that type nicely. ]

You will have to tell me more about yourself because I am at a disadvantage to my future self, so I will have to get to know you all over again.

[ A smile, soft and sweet--- perhaps because he wanted that, wanted to get to know him even if it was over dinner and maybe a nice romantic walk. Or cuddling on the couch they shared. ]

Because while I like much about you, I do not know what makes you tick...

[ A beat.. ]

Aside from chaos.

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[That fucking smile. He'd be furious about it if he weren't so smitten and endeared by seeing it on Henry's face. It had an answering smile stretching over his own face before he even consciously realized it.]

Guess you will. Lucky you. I'm a delight to discover.

[And incredibly modest, of course.]

Mm... mostly chaos. But there's a lot more about you I don't know yet too, so don't think you're getting off easy. Like... I don't even know if you like pina coladas or getting caught in the rain.

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[ It appeared that music, unless it was something patently british-- was not something that he was totally well-versed in so. He was trying to rack his mind for where that came from, and he was not making any sort of valid connections.

This would be the same guy who would be absolutely horrendous at the New Years Party when he was listening to the sound of Alex's high school years. ]

Pardon? It feels like it is always raining in Britain.. and especially London, due to it's proximity to the ocean.

[ Straight over his head. ]