Red, White & Royal Blue Stories

• You Deserve Only The Best, Sweetheart • Henry § Alex •

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This is sort of similar to 'Guidance' (another smut fic I posted), but a different universe, and Henry is trans rather than Alex, because I feel there isn't much Trans!Henry fics out there.

I hope you all enjoy.

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Henry was sitting on their bed in a way he thought was completely normal and innocent looking, facing towards the pillows as he rested his arse on the haunches of his feet.

Apparently, to horny-as-ever Alex Claremont-Diaz, it was anything but innocent and within seconds of walking into the room, seeing the curvature of Henry's spine and the way his broad shoulders were set strong and straight, he almost began drooling, even though he was eighty percent sure people didn't actually drool when they saw something they were attracted to.

With the movement similar to a predator finding its prey, he stalked towards the bed and jumped up onto it, crawling fast over to Henry and sitting up, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing the side of his neck.

"Hey, baby" he breathed. Henry smiled, turning and lifting a hand to ruffle up his dark curls.

"Hello, sweetheart"

Alex moved a hand across his chest, feeling the slight indent of scars there.

"One year anniversary is coming up" he hummed, as if Henry would've ever forgotten. It's noted down in every diary, every calendar he owned. A nice reminder of the day they met; when Henry was driving down the street and accidentally soaked Alex to the bone after slicing through a huge puddle next to the sidewalk.

They didn't get along instantly, but with some time and constantly bumping into each other, they dwindled down any lingering sense of animosity into a blossoming friendship-turned-romance.

"I know" Henry tipped his head, kissing his temple. "Excited?"

"Obviously" Alex murmured, lips still lingering across his skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Alex couldn't help but let his hands traverse the expanse of pale skin and slight definitions of muscles across his stomach.

Henry was becoming a little breathless as time went on, especially when Alex's fingers grazed his thigh.

"You seem excited too," Alex teased. Henry laughed.

"Oh, stop it" he said with no real intent, lifting himself away from Alex and quirking an eyebrow. "What's gotten you so riled up?"

"Seriously?" Alex scoffed, moving closer into his space once again. "You can't sit here, all broad shoulders and bare back, expecting me to take it without wanting to fucking ravish you" he almost growled, Henry's eyes fluttered, cheeks burning pink as he allowed Alex to circle his arms around him again, sucking a bruising spot into the side of his neck.

"Fuck- Alex" he said weakly. Alex almost about broke, until he remembered...

They didn't really do sex in the traditional sense. Henry always offered his hands, mouth, strap-ons, basically anything they could find to please Alex, to bring him over the edge time and time again, so long as Alex never tried anything on him.

He made it apparently clear he didn't want to be touched in such a way until he had top surgery, which he had just finished recovering from a week ago.

"Baby," Alex said quietly, hinting. "Are you? Can I-?"

"Fuck" Henry cursed, pushing back his soft blond hair. Seriously, Alex would never understand just how he got it so soft, and how he managed to keep it that way days without showers. "Fuck- okay-" he breathed, settling his hands onto Alex's.