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[lordfuckleroy]

[ Best not to ask those sorts of questions unless one was prepared to wrap themselves around the consequences of the answers, it would probably not make too much sense considering that Henry had the best poker face in existence, but that was neither here nor there.

What mattered was the proximity of the American against his body, pushing him against the counter.

He was still clad in his own pajamas as he'd not bothered to dress, and he probably tasted of bacon and maple syrup, but his hand moved to rest on Alex's shoulder and he kissed back, this was a kiss that was not going to move anywhere anytime soon, but hey at least Alex had prevented any escape for good measure.

Oh this was nice, it was very nice and his eyes closed of their own volition, perhaps eager to just linger in the taste and the way that his heart made a delighted flutter. ]

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[Yeah, no escape this time, Henry. Alex had learned that lesson, though he was pretty certain this time there would be no hasty retreat from the prince. They'd established that they both were into the whole kissing thing, and for once there were no eyes to worry about. No cameras, no secret service or other security, no paparazzi.

Just the two of them and Henry's lips against his own, and it was even better than that first kiss because Alex had the wherewithal to be fully part of it from the start. It was far better than nice. Alex was seeing those shooting stars again, and sighing a soft, contented sound to the kiss. Relief that this was happening, that it hadn't been some weird fever dream, that Henry actually wanted to kiss him, was kissing him.

He drew back just far enough to murmur.] Wow. Yeah, okay, definitely not straight.

[Cleared that one right up. Thank you Henry. Alex stepped in even closer, quite effectively invading Henry's space and trapping him further up against the counter before kissing him again.]

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[ Not just into kissing, but most importantly kissing each other which was a win on Henry's part. Yes, he enjoyed kissing quite a bit-- there was a bit of the hopeless romantic in him that would've liked to have seen a very wet Henry come to his door a'la Pride & Prejudice and profess his undying love but that was honestly a self-gratification fantasy that he would have in total succession over and over again.

Mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue though just a whisper-- nothing too hot and deep. But just enough to send sparks up and down Henry's spine. And then he pulled backward, slightly dazed and with a heady heavy-lidded look, pinpoints of blue like he was waking up from a long sleep, as if he was sleeping beauty.

A smile at those words. ]

That is nice to--- [ No more words because his lips were taken once again and the castle was stormed, he was pressed against the counter and he could not help but wrap his arms around the waist to keep the other guy right where he was.

Yes, this felt quite nice indeed. ]

[ But

[internationalrelations]

[Rain soaked love sick Alex was indeed in Henry's future. Neither of them knew it yet. All Alex knew was that in his moment he never wanted to stop kissing Henry. He'd kissed plenty of people before but there was something about this, about Henry that made his heart do the funniest things in his chest. Of course it also had things happening further south than his heart, and that would be obvious given the way he was pressed up against the prince -- and the way that Henry's arms around him were keeping him there.

He couldn't help the way his lips wanted to pull into a smile as they kissed, even as he let his tongue brush along the other man's, took the chance to slowly plunder his mouth as if wanting to commit the entire moment to detailed vivid memory.

Eventually the need to take more than a quickly stolen breath had him drawing back just far enough to rest his forehead against the prince's.]

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[ This defied every single thing that he had thought was true in this world, and that was the fact that Alex was kissing him right now, he was bisexual and attracted to men-- clearly attracted to him. If there was a heaven, it existed in the clouds of Henry's mind especially when that mouth was warm and decadently soft, and he cuddled up into that embrace.

Oh yes, there was that.

The fact that the two of them were reacting as young men ought, with keen horniness. He was trying to ignore it though, because it was still rather rude to bring up your crush's erection right out of the blue. ] I maintain you are ridiculous..

[ He said this breathlessly. ]

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Yeah, yeah. But you like me anyway.

[Alex grinned, more than a little smug. Look, he'd been going out of his mind for more than a month now over Henry. And wanting to kiss Henry but not being able to kiss Henry. So Alex would be insufferable for a while about it.

He was also very aware of his own current, erm, state of affairs. And also aware -- which only increased the smugness -- of the fact that Henry was in a similar predicament. Good. With an entirely innocent rock of his hips, he stole another kiss, this one brief, gentle, tender even.]

I could get used to this.

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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. ]

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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.

[internationalrelations]

[£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. ]

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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.

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[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.

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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.