Shipped Off... to English Boarding School!

7. Ready for More

They'd gone on like this for weeks: Acting only as causal friends in class (their classmates had realized that they were friends now though, which caused some whispers about the prince's first friend being an American no-body, though no one seemed to suspect they were anything more), when they got back to their room, they would make-out, snuggle while watching a movie, or make-out with a forgotten movie still playing in the background.

They were safe in their dorm. Henry always had a guard who stayed outside. Alex didn't mind keeping it secret, it was fun actually. And he hadn't told his parents yet, and he certainly wasn't ready for the world to know he was hooking up the prince of England. He didn't want to think about the implications of what he was doing: he liked Henry. He made Alex smile and laugh and horny. It was only for a few months anyway, no one ever had to know.

It soon got to the point where Alex wanted to do more than make-out. He wanted to see and touch more of Henry than his top half. He was pretty sure Henry did too. As they were snogging one Friday afternoon in mid-October, Henry was pulling at the waistband on Alex's pj pants. He wished Henry would just pull them down and— well, he wasn't sure exactly what they would do next. He knew, of course, what sex was (though he was a virgin), and while he could suppose what two guys did together, he didn't have as much knowledge on it. So he had been researching it for the last week. But they should discuss it before they jumped in— not everything between two guys was as simple as it would be with a girl.

He pulled back and Henry's hands fell. He looked unsure, like he was afraid he made a mistake.

"I think we should talk about what comes next, I mean, if you're up to it?"

"If you don't want to go any further than kissing, I understand." Henry said quickly.

"No, that's the thing, I do. I just think we should talk about it first. Like I know some things, but I've never gone like... all the way, even with a girl. I have done a bit more than we're doing, like once. She... it was really bad."

Henry smiled and then started to laugh a bit.

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing." He said, still laughing to himself. "Well you know I haven't Um... done anything, really. But I'm ready to... go further. Not like all the way, but definitely more than this. I want to see what you look like." Henry quickly glances down to Alex's crouch.

"Ok."

"Alright."

"You want to take mine off first or should I take off yours?"

Henry stood silently, and pulled down his pants and his boxers. And then Alex could see all of him. Alex fell even harder for Henry in that moment.

"Now you."

"So bossy, your majesty."

"You know it's Your Royal Highness, and usually I don't want you to call me by my title, but tonight I'll allow it." He smirked at him. Henry's confidence was only making Alex hornier.

"Ok, your royal highness," Alex said as he stood and slowly pulled down his pants. He wasn't ashamed of what he had, even though it was a bit less than Henry. He was just ecstatic to finally see all from Henry: from golden hair to the tips of his toes. He only got more beautiful in Alex's eyes.

Henry took a step towards him, put a hand on Alex's hip and let it slide down his leg as Henry kneeled to the ground. "I can't say this is going to be any good," Henry said, blue eyes staring up at Alex.

"We'll I can't vouce for myself either. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Very sure," Henry's voice had gone sultry as he wrapped a hand around Alex. Alex tried to keep his eyes open so he could watch Henry, but he kept wanting to close them. It wasn't prefect, but it was Henry, and that made it prefect.

When it was Alex's turn to  reciprocate, he laid Henry on the bed before climbing on top of him. Alex wasn't sure if he was doing any better, but Henry seemed to be enjoying it.

When they were done they laid there for a bit, the only sound their breathes and heart beats. Finally Alex sat up, "should we go clean up?"

Henry smirked at him, "How about a shower?" He gave Alex eyes.

"Together?"

Henry simply stood up, pulling Alex along by the hand.

***

Alex can't remember the last time he had been this happy. Gym had gone from his least favorite class, to his favorite, because it was the only time during the week he got to see Henry running around all sweaty. There was only one problem: keeping the other students in the class from noticing exactly how much Alex enjoyed staring at Henry like this.

He would catch Henry looking at him too, just as sweaty.

As they hit the showers, Alex eyed Henry, remembering what it was like to lather him up himself just last Friday. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He was suddenly very grateful for the private showers and took a longer shower than he usually did.

When he got out, Henry was waiting for him. Alex had to get going to Enviro, but Henry didn't have another class until after lunch.

"It kind of sucks you got stuck with this session
of PE, otherwise you'd be free all morning." Alex said, toweling off his hair. The locker room was emptying out.

"I requested it actually," Henry said as the last person left. "It's the one with the least amount of people, and I really hate people staring."

They were alone, but Alex was still careful and lowered his voice to a near-whisper as he stepped closer to Henry, "you didn't seem to mind me staring. In fact, I think you even did a bit of your own."

"And so what if I did." Henry teased back. "It's difficult not to when my boyfriend is an athlete."

Alex's eyes widened, "Boyfriend?"

"Oh, um, sorry I didn't mean—"

"I like the sound of that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." There faces were inches from each other now. Alex's hand had gone to Henry's forearm without him realizing.

Henry quickly glanced around, and then kissed him.

When Alex opened his eyes, he saw Tim staring at them.